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spoken-outofturn · 9 months

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the nickname

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Kirishima didn’t mean to let the nickname slip. He really didn’t.

It was a slip of the tongue. Yes, he often referred to his best bro in his own mind as such, but he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

Kirishima had barged into Bakugo’s room earlier that evening for their weekly hangout. Since first year, the two boys had slowly become attached at the hip, and now in their third year they had developed an unspoken rule that Sunday nights were Bakubro and Kiri hangout nights (or, at least that's how Kirishima referred to them). They settled on playing a mean game of Mario Kart tonight, both boys' competitive sides on full display. Normally, Bakugo was the one bringing home the first place title. Kirishima, of course always trying to win, didn’t mind when Bakugo won–he was just so cute with an arrogant fire in his eyes and that feral smirk on his lips.

Kirishima had been sitting on the floor with his long legs outstretched towards the TV (he had grown to be significantly taller than his best friend, much to Bakugo’s dismay) leaning against the bed. Bakugo himself was on the bed above Kirishima, slowly inching towards the edge of the bed in his cross-legged position as he got more and more invested in the game.

It was the fourth and final track of the circuit and Bakugo was up two wins to Kirishima’s one, looking like Bakugo was going to secure his reign for a fifth week in a row. Except… Bakugo was having a lot of issues with the CPUs this round. It was honestly really funny to watch him rage at the game, and Bakugo was doing well enough that Kirishima was still expecting him to win.

“There is no fucking way, I was just hit with a green shell! There is no way that was the full cool down time! Stop laughing, shitty hair, you know that was absolute bull!”

Kirishima could not stop laughing at his best friend’s reaction to his perceived injustice. They were both nearing the end, with them and all of the CPUs neck and neck. Somehow, Kirishima was able to pull ahead into first place, and right before Bakugo was about to cross the finish line for second place he was hit with another red shell.

“Are you fucking serious?! There is no way, I was totally about to cross the finish line! Fourth?? I got fourth place?!? You did not deserve this win, idiot.”

Kirishima threw his head back in his laughter, eyes watering and abs hurting. He heard Bakugo growl above him and felt him shift–wait, since when were they close enough…?

Opening his eyes, Kirishima realized he’d essentially thrown his head back straight into Bakugo’s lap. Fire red eyes met the darker burgundy of the ones above him. There were traces of a scowl on his face, no doubt from the loss, but Kirishima was met with mostly surprise from his best friend above him.

The blinds were open, letting the golden rays of sunset stream through the window. Kirishima had never thought much about the positioning of the dorms, but in that moment he was thanking every deity he could list that they were facing west. The light reflected beautifully off the blonde locks hanging over Bakugo’s face as it tilted towards him. The rays filtering through his luminated hair refracted through the reds of his eyes. Bakugo naturally ran warm, a side effect of his quirk which could be felt by the boy in his lap. His strong calf and quad muscles had tensed when a head first landed in his lap, but, and to Kirishima’s surprise, they were relaxing into the comforting weight.

There was little Kirishima could do other than stare up at the beautiful sight above him.

“...’Tsuki…”

“...Huh?”

He hadn’t realized anything had come out of his mouth until the boy above him twisted his face in confusion and replied. Kirishima flushed, immediately trying to backpedal. “Oh! Sorry, sorry, I’ll…” He moved to lean his head upright and shift away, not wanting to make his best friend uncomfortable.

He couldn’t, though. Not with a hand in his hair.

Steeling himself (ready to harden himself for an explosive reaction, literally) he looked back up into the eyes of the boy he more than likely had just crossed a line with. When he met the other’s eyes, however, he was shocked to find a hint of a smile on Bakugo’s face and… was that a blush?

“The moon to your sun, huh? I–I like it.”

He felt his face split open into the widest smile Kirishima could possibly handle, reaching his hand up to join the one holding his hair gently.

“Alright then, ‘Tsuki.”

#krbk #kiribaku #love these two #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #oneshot #couldn't get this out of my head #maybe i'll continue this #we'll see #they're in love your honor #bnha

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kentokrazy · 8 months

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a/n: can't stop thinking about chef!nanami....

content warnings: sexual harassment, swearing, nanami is kind of a dick in this, xenophobia (this was written with a non japanese reader in mind as i'm not japanese!)

chef!nanami x afab!reader

plate number four

this is the day she dies.

shes sweating now, her heart is racing and the porcelain in her hand suddenly feels heavier than usual. each step closer to the swinging back doors is another step closer to the brink of death.

her life is flashing across her brain; christmas when she was six and got the barbie doll she had been dreaming about, easter with her grandma and hopping on a plane to japan to study.

when she swerves out of the way of a 6 platter serving tray she swears she can feel a slap across the face, but she knows that it's only the blood rushing to her cheeks.

the arena is a chaotic organized mess. it's a 6 o'clock on a saturday night, meaning there isn't a single person that's running somewhere. the line cooks are steaming, flames licking up towards the hoods and almost burning their faces off. the butchers towards the back of the kitchen are throwing lamb chop after lamb chop down the line in spinning metal bowls. with one glimpse towards the pastry chefs, she doesn't even want to catch the eye of the unreliably calm rigid raven haired man whose back is turned towards the door and is deceivingly rolling another batch of fondant. her eyes glance around the table of sweets, desperate to catch a glimpse of the overgrown child that sneaks off with whatever accidental extra the chef makes, but to her luck she can't see him.

begrudgingly she threads the needle through the crowd of other wait staff towards the head chefs cocoon. her heart is pounding harder and harder, her ears beginning to ring as she draws closer to the blonde haired man.

his back is to her, wide shoulders strained as he spins the wok, stirring the vegetables rapidly with a pair of metal chopsticks, hat disregarded and hair falling.

the porcelain in her plate seems to get even heavier. the running juice of the steak dribbling over the rim onto her thumb. her mouth feels dry and just as she reaches the table separating them, she sees the flash of white hair from the corner of her eye.

she whips her head around and the second their eyes meet over his glasses, his unnaturally blue ones glance down to the plate and he immediately curves around away from her. her call for him his disregarded and he ducks admits the chaos, hands tucked into his pockets and she swears she can hear him whistling.

this plate has been sent back three other times. the first time, the customer complained it was well done and he asked for medium rare, then he said he said that it wasn't bloody enough. finally, again he said that the steak needed to be well done. the cut is expensive, she knows that, it's the most expensive one on the menu, and each time nanami has had to throw it out, angrier and angrier.

the sous chef notices her first, head jerking over his shoulder instinctively and then his eyes fall to the plate.

"no way," falls from his mouth immediately.

"what?" nanami's snaps.

"uh..,"

nanami glances over his shoulder and she flinches. the wok clatters against the wall and he whips around. "are you fucking kidding me?" he snaps. "give me the-," he yanks the plate out of her hands. sweat glides down his cheekbone and he glares at her, lips turned in contempt - as if this is her fault. "what's the problem now?"

she swears she can feel the white haired weasels prayers from across the kitchen.

"they said it..," she doesn't even want to finish the sentence. her blood pressure is so high she feels faint, her palms are sweating and she is going to fall straight into the knife rack behind her.

"they said what?" his tone is louder and again she flinches. behind him, his counterpart cringes in sympathy. "what the fuck did they say now?"

her mouth is dry. "they want it well done,"

the plate cracks then the contents of it are splattered across the ground by her feet. "are you fucking kidding me?" blood runs between his knuckles, the leafy greens and mashed potatoes are messy on the metal. she knows rationally she's not the source of this anger, of course she does, but when nanami's killer gaze is focused in on her and his anger is palpable she's counting her final days. "i didn't hire you to take the wrong fucking orders, are you messing with me?"

the accusation pangs in her gut. "no!" she retorts. "they keep changing it each time!" she defends. "i'm not the-,"

"jesus fucking christ- fine!" he slams the remnants of the plate on the table and she flinches again. nanami is not the biggest man in the kitchen by far, that goes to gojo but he is by the far the most intimidating when angry. his muscles are bulging, the veins are pulsing and his anger radiates off him like hot lava. "i'm not fucking changing it again, they better fucking eat it or don't bother coming-,"

"oi oi nanami," like an angel, he flies in despite having run away before. "don't abuse the wait staff it isn't her fault," he nods his head towards her and the anger is immediately directed towards the expeditor instead of her.

"i don't have time- get back here!" she's only a few feet away and she freezes. nanami's already got another plate done, he slams it on the metal tray over the mush of the late one. "get me another fucking kobe," he barks, voice resonating over the heat.

"yes chef!" is thrown back, but she can't see who shouts it.

she stands with clammy hands on the other side of the table, gojo leans against it, peering up at her over his glasses inquisitively.

he then grins widely at her and snaps his fingers. "have you taken your lunch?"

she can't answer because nanami slams a charred brick of steak onto the plate and her eyes nearly fall out of her head. it's as if he threw it straight into the flame, pieces of the meat crumbling off into the mashed potatoes.

"don't take that out," gojo tells her immediately.

"take it," nanami retorts.

"don't! nanamin-,"

"fucking take it, and tell them if they find anything wrong with it they can go to a different restaurant," he snaps.

"do not-," gojo goes to grab the plate but a knife lands between his fingers and he retracts. "woah! hey- have you lost your mind?" he asks.

nanami's glare is damaging enough that she vows to his whim and grabs the plate with shaky hands. she scurries away from the bickering men, tears brimming in her eyes and heart racing. she slides through the crowd easily, avoiding the eyes and glances from her coworkers while she retreats from the kitchen.

the problematic table is seated by the railing overlooking the ground floor of the dining room. they've been there for a few hours, downing sake and appetizers for the first two than finally ordering during the third. seven bottles down and the five business men have been the most difficult guests of the night.

the youngest one has been the most unwillingly. the one whose unhappy with each meal, consistently. he sits on the outer edge, eating the most out of the appetizers and drinking the most.

she lifts her tongue to the roof of her mouth and the tears in her eyes begin to waver, nowhere to go while she clears them up. with a forced and firm smile she approaches the table, hands trembling.

the business man straightens up as she approaches and the other men share glances.

"here is your, kobe cut and mash," she clears her throat and slides the plate without grace against the table in front of him, his glasses clattering together loudly.

there's an unnerving silence that follows and she can feel the tears beginning to burn the back of her eyes.

"what the hell is this?" he retorts. "i said, well done not burnt to a crisp," she pressed her lips together and the lump in her throat gets bigger. "did you go to the bathroom and shit this out? can you not understand?" he enunciates his pronunciation, her heart pounding against her rib cage.

finally, the one across from him retaliates. "hey, show some respect," there's a thud against the table and the younger one snaps his head towards the perpetrator. the one who spoke up is the nicest one at the table, sober and polite while she served them. he's got his sleeves rolled up and hair brushed back impatiently.

"she keeps getting my order wrong, it's not my fault," he snaps back. "take this shit back, i want our meal refunded," her heart drops and she feels like she's going to faint again.

yeah, she's going to die.

she takes the plate shakily, and as calmly as she can tips her head down going to scurry away when the next table flags her down.

it's a group of girls, all sharing a glance as she comes closer.

"can i help...,"

"knock it the fuck off," the man who chastised the difficult guest snaps suddenly.

"chill out, it's not everyday you see an ass like that in japan,"

the blood drains from her face and suddenly she understands the beckoning. the girls don't say anything, shifting uncomfortably in their seats while they give her a sympathetic glance.

he's been sending her back. each time, just to stare at her ass?

a wave of disgust, then violation and finally angers brews in her body. suddenly, her dress seems all the tighter and like shes a mouse running from a cat her heart is racing in her ears.

the plate in her hands almost slips from her grasp and she wordlessly hurried to the kitchen again. her face is hot, her anger is almost as bad as nanami's and her shame is irreparable.

this time she doesn't swerve out of the way for the exiting wait staff like she should, she barrages through and is looking around for gojo, plate shaking. to her surprise he's not loitering by the pastry's and again geto is deeply engrossed in the plate of cakes with a piping bag. she storms through the kitchen, no longer worried or fearful, instead with half the mind to walk out or cry in the freezer (again).

this time she slams the plate in the metal table and nanami doesn't glance at her, angrily stirring something in a pan.

"he wants the table's check refunded," she declares loudly. this catches his attention, he swivels around and the vein in his forehead is popping.

"what did you just say?" he demands loudly.

"he wants, the tables, check, refunded," she enunciates. he blinks back at her wildly and then she slides the plate towards him. "i'm not serving them, where's gojo,"

"why?" he snaps. "because he can't make up his mind? i'm not letting that happen, how the fuck does he want it? forget it, i'm not doing it, he can have that or order something else,"

"where's gojo,"

"why?" nanami retorts. "gojo's on break,"

"where is he?"

"i just said he's on break, what the hell is your problem?"

"i'm not serving them anymore," she declares. nanami's eyes brow raises and the vein in his forehead protrudes. besides him, she can see haibara's eyes flickering back and forth from his pan and to the pair. "get someone else to do it, i refuse," nanami's jaw clenches and the silence between them is sizzling.

"why?" he repeats.

"because he's only sending plates back to..," her shame suddenly bubbles back up and her anger dissipates slowly.

"because what?" he snaps, angry again.

"to stare at my ass," she says bluntly.

haibara's head swivels around and the silence is stone cold. she swallows the lump in her throat. "i came back with the steak and he then demanded the table's bill be covered by the restaurant and he then asked if i didn't understand his japanese and when i went to help another table i he...," nanami suddenly slams the pan on the metal table next to the burnt steak and wordlessly storms around. her eyes widen and again like an angel, gojo is chasing after him.

"nanami- nanami wait-," gojo calls. she's next to follow in the trail. for once, gojo is the voice of reason and nanami seems to be flying off the handle. unlike when she was making her way through, everyone parts like the red sea to let nanami through.

in the dining hall, nanami slaps the doors open so hard they smack against the walls loudly. his stride is dangerous, scanning the tables for the table.

"let me handle-," gojo tries to wrap an arm around nanami but it doesn't work, the elongated arm slipping off the head chefs shoulders as if greased.

"chef wai-," gojo's arm suddenly sticks out and blocks her way, planting himself between the blonde and the troublesome table.

the unhappy customer glances up at nanami unamused, sake in hand and eyebrows raised. "are you the-,"

"get out," nanami snaps.

"what?" he sputters.

"get out of my restaurant, if you're going to harass and make my staff uncomfortable, get out," he yanks the sake from the customer. "you want your bill waived? fine, consider it a parting gift, you and your friends aren't allowed back in here," he slams the sake on the table and the man stares up at him shocked. "now!" his voice echoes through the dining hall and the other patrons are watching, awestruck.

they all clamber out of the booth and scurry around nanami, the only one staying behind being the man who stood up for her earlier. he bows deeply

"please, let me pay," he says as he straightens up.

nanami, uninterested turns away from the man then snaps back. "get out of my restaurant," he snarls. then he storms back towards the swinging doors.

#jjk #jujutsu nanami #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #gojo saturo #geto is a pastry chef #chef!nanami kento #haibara jjk #gojo is somehow reasonable #couldn't get this out of my head #jujutsu kaisen

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coffee-et-whiskey · 11 months

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Just hear me out. Like something's cooking and I CANT sleep on it.

Lan WangJi, pristine and all-too-powerful, lives on an island that is secluded from all the worldly continents and problems, so secluded that The Island isn't even on the map. Nobody can find that Island unless summoned through the Magic. He lives on that Island with the Lan clan, their strict rules and overly trained habits. And obviously, LWJ is the perfect example for all of it. One of the most important Rule being that anyone who leaves the Island cannot return to it.

But there is this mega important prophecy about a 'war that will end all wars' and that keeps triggering LWJ with nightmares and whispers.

Enter, Wei WuXian.

A spy from a country fighting in the active World War, who was about to drown due to his plane crash and die but somehow passed through The Magic (or maybe The Magic purposely let him through) and witness being saved by LWJ and reach the island. WWX witnesses all these stoic and extremely gorgeous men that are definitely not from the Real World cuz instead of Guns and Bombs, Lan clan fight with Swords and Arrows. He is kept in trial where he reveals (much too painfully) about his journey and what's going on in the Real World.

WWX obviously tries to escape to save the Real world but 'always follow the right conscience' LWJ won't let him do it alone and so he steals the 'God Killer Weapon' and follows WWX much to his Uncle's disappointment and his Brother's despair [but Lan Huan being low-key proud that his little brother is following his heart:')]

Bring in LWJ innocence and WWX teasing, The War raging and LWJ being undefeatable, their sexual effing tension in the Enemy's (The Wens) Ball to which they had gone undercover, WWX's team of 4 [JC >:/, NHS >:), WN 0:) and WQ :)] and obviously himself and LWJ against all Bombs, Guns, Poisonous gas the world has to offer.

Cut to WWX's ultimate sacrifice to save the day so that LWJ can save the future and LWJ going through the agony of watching the Love of His Life's death [exploding like a dying star:'((]and being so shattered and un-consolable that in that very moment he literally Transforms into an un-killable God.

Yes, that's DC's Wonder Woman but God it fit so perfectly into MDZS character arc that I just couldn't help it.

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potter-pavlikovsky-popchyk · 11 months

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Proof <3

For anyone out there doubting the validity of shipping Boreo as something actually backed by canon, or just being serious, just remember that Boris exclusively called his only girlfriend we hear about “kitten”, a very standard Russian nickname. Whereas he instantly gets a more thoughtful/deeper connection with them nickname to stick to Theo, which is “Potter”, and i wont even go into the details of all that for the etymology tying in with the rest of the plot symbolisms wise. But, more than anything past surface level, he only refs kitten one other time, in singing Theo to sleep as he holds him. The fact that a legitimate relationship, claimed by labels is also associated with kittens is the perfect subtle link of showing to him at least their validity as being just as serious and intimate to him.

(Supports that Boris loves Theo just as much as he loves him but just shows love differently.)

#Boreo #sorry not sorry #had to say this #couldn't get this out of my head #proof #boris pavlikovsky #theodore decker #boris im not gay pavlikovsky #theo im not gay decker

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a-particular-quetzalcoatl · 2 years

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One of my favorite headcanons for Detective Conan is that Conan/Shinichi has a stupidly high pain tolerance... but I’d like to go into that and speculate on just how actually painful shifting from a child to a teenager would be.

Sure, there’s the whole “bone-extending” thing, but the thing that would make anyone wince is what happens to his nerves?

Nerves wrap around and through bone. With him growing so fast, the speed in which new nerves would have to be generated to keep up with the bone would be ridiculous. You’d get sensory feedback from yards of nerves within practically an instant, which would most likely hurt, to put it mildly. With one of the largest nerve concentrations in hands and his spine, he is most likely feeling that.

Ouch.

#dcmk #detective conan #dcmk headcanon #couldn't get this out of my head #be advised i am not a certified medical professional #conan's nerves go yoinky sploinky #a fun series on shinichi's many many medical problems

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mademoiselleshadows · 1 year

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Today I was working with my mother and heard this absolute gem.

Mom "Oh My F*king God!"

..........

"Wait, I don't have a god."

#she's an atheist #couldn't get this out of my head #this shouldn't be this funny to me

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vanteaux · 5 months