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mission accomplished [ scaramouche x reader ]

twenty-one | where it all went wrong

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when has anything ever gone your way?

warnings: blood mention, lots of swearing, slight angst, yelling and a bit of breakdowns, not exactly proofread

a/n: sorry for the late update! been really busy lately and this chapter was making me go nuts lmao. 5k+ words. happy reading!

“pfft.”

“shut up, it's not funny.”

you covered your mouth in an attempt to contain in your laughs, but failed when scaramouche had his face all scrunched up in front of you.

“y–you— you can't dance?” you asked once again, giggling as you do so.

scaramouche scoffed, turning his head away dramatically with his arms crossed. “i can dance, i just prefer not to.”

“sure you do, dude. wanna show me some moves to prove that statement of yours?” you grinned, raising your brows up and down.

the male in front of you groaned, and started to head somewhere else, annoyed with your teasing.

you swiftly grabbed his arm and pulled him back to where he was, laughter slowly coming to a stop. “come on, i was just joking!” you chirped, and scaramouche rolled his eyes. “i'll teach you how to dance, fair enough?”

“you're probably shit at it too.”

“hey!”

you slapped his arm gently, causing him to frown at you, but didn't continue further on the banter. smiling at his stupid yet cute expression, you sighed.

it's nice to have idiotic arguments with the ravenette once in a while. even though none of them poses a threat underneath now, you still enjoyed every single bit of it.

it was also still a little awkward between you two. the gradual change from being enemies to... whatever the hell you two are now is highly weird, and you can't deny that it's not exactly a good feeling.

sure, you've gotten way past the stupid arguments over the most minor mistakes, and have now gotten to the stage where you two are comfortable being in each other's presence, yet it felt quite weird.

it feels like everything is just moving too fast.

you wished things could slow down more, because you're not sure what you'd do if everything were to go wrong in just the blink of an eye.

“can you stop fucking this up? you've been stomping on my foot for archons know how many times!” you hissed as you get your foot stomped by scaramouche, once again.

he simply glared at you, indigo eyes filled with annoyance. ironic, you think. you were the only one here who deserved to be annoyed right now, not him.

“maybe if you taught me better then i wouldn't be doing that for the past ten minutes!”

gritting your teeth, you faked a smile at him. “i am teaching you properly, you're the one who has no skill in dancing at all!” you retorted, pointing at your feet. “this is going to be hell for me to take care of once we get home.”

sighing, he looks down to the floor, well, at your feet, you supposed.

you pursed your lips to a thin line. “if you don't like doing these stuff then we can stop and sit somewhere.”

at this, he huffed, hesitantly putting his hands on your waist to pull you closer. “um– well– it's... it's okay. i'm willing to learn, i guess.” he muttered, facing elsewhere to hide the blush that's creeping up his neck. “but only because you wanted to do this stupid thing so bad!” he quickly added, making you heave out a breath of laughter.

“you're cute when you're trying to give out dumb excuses.” you teased, and scaramouche fumbles even more at your sentence.

“what– you– ugh, whatever. it's not like you'd give up on it anyways.” the ravenette groaned.

in the midst of your banter, the music went from upbeat to a more slow and soft melody. lights became less colourful, and soon after, everyone with a date was filling up the dance floor to have the classic slow dance.

slowly draping your arms on scaramouche's shoulders, you let out another sigh. “you're lucky this is the easiest dance out of all.” you informed. “you just have to sway to the music slowly, like this.” stepping to the left, you lead the man in front of you.

he reluctantly followed along, stepping a few steps to the right once the music continues to a new beat, making sure he wasn't stepping on your foot again, or worse, tripping over himself.

“see? not that bad, right?” you arched a brow at him, and scaramouche clicked his tongue at your never ending teasing. you two continued swaying to the slow music, relishing in each other's presence.

scaramouche's hold on you was stiff, and his moves were much more of something a robot would be doing, but you paid no mind. you liked him like this, awkward and hesitant.

“we should be focusing on the case right now.” he murmured, looking away from you.

“hm... i would agree on you, but there's nothing suspicious here, it leaves us no reason to believe there's any leads.” you replied, causing him to look back at you.

scaramouche stared at you for a couple of seconds before speaking. “i just... have this feeling, y'know?” he muttered, his grip on your waist still firm. “that something is going to happen.”

the ravenette had always have this sheer instinct where he could just tell if something was about to go down, for whatever reason you don't know, but it has helped you two a lot whenever you work on a case before, as much as you hated to admit it.

this weird inkling of his serves a lot of help most of the time, but you don't think this is one of them.

“look, we checked out everything, no?” he slowly nodded at your words, and you continued. “i'm sure we would've found something when we went on a search, but we didn't. i know this case is important... but you've got to relax once in a while.” you said, going to the left as scaramouche followed along.

he lets out a huff, and his hold on your waist slowly softened. ah, you figured it right. he was so nervous about the case that he unconsciously gripped you a little too hard. not that you minded, of course, it barely bothered you.

“oh, now that i remember, where's viktor and yun jin? didn't viktor say that he wanted to participate in the dance?” you asked, looking around the dance floor to see if they were here, but they were nowhere in sight. “they're not here.”

scaramouche averted his gaze to peer around the area too, looking for the couple. his eyes came to a stop when he saw viktor sitting at a table, all by himself, yun jin missing.

he lightly pinched your waist, making you look back at him warily. “he's over there.” you snapped your eyes to the direction scaramouche had pointed, looking at viktor mindlessly playing with the food on his plate.

yun jin's not there, you thought. did she excuse herself to the bathroom?

you had just the slightest sympathy towards the tall brunette as you watch him continuously stab the leftover steak with a fork, before remembering that he was the main suspect to your case.

which made you realise that you were only three months in this undercover duty. you currently only have about half of the leads that were needed, but none of them were enough proof that viktor is your guy. sure, he had been suspicious at times, but you never managed to catch up with his schemes due to how wary he is, always looking out to his surroundings.

you glanced back to scaramouche. “should we go to him?”

“we can just watch him from afar.”

humming, you continued on slow dancing with the ravenette. this was enjoyable, you think. you never thought it'd feel this great to be dancing with scaramouche under the soft spotlights along with the other couples, without even being a couple yourselves. your arms were looped around his neck, fingers slightly playing with the ends of his hair.

after a moment, you speak up. “is it... really okay for you to talk to me about those stuff?”

“hm? what stuff?”

you rolled your eyes at his obliviousness. “y'know, your personal life, your real name, your mother and all.” you mumbled lowly, but still enough for scaramouche to hear. “knowing you, i'd probably be the last person you'd want to tell about them.”

he chuckled, hands smoothing along your waist. “i'm gonna be honest with you here.”

you perked your head up, attentively listening to what he's about to say. “go on, i'm listening.”

he took a moment to go over the words he wanted to say in his head, indigo eyes scanning your face fondly. to him, you were the most dazzling person on the dance floor right now, your presence alone was enough to light up the place.

“you're the most important person in my life.” he announced, and your mouth fell agape.

your breath hitched as you look up to him with widened eyes. did he... actually say that? blinking a couple of times, you continued staring at him with eyes as wide as saucers.

does he even know the effect he'd have on you when he said those exact words? scaramouche may be one of the most dense people you've ever met, but surely he'd have to know that sentence holds a big deal. especially to you.

flustered, you look away from him, peering over other couples dancing instead, seemingly like their dance was far more interesting than the one you're currently having with the man in front of you.

“you should really start thinking before speaking.”

he raised a brow, confused. “oh... did i say something wrong?” scaramouche asked, voice unsure.

you quickly avert your gaze back to him, unknowingly tugging him closer to you than before. “ah–no!” you said, fumbling for a reply. “it's just... goodness, how should i say this...”

“well– you should just, um, know how much of an effect those words would have on someone. it holds a big meaning.”

he scrunched his nose, and you swear it was the cutest thing he's ever done.

damn him and his stupid yet subtle actions.

he thinks about what you said, and registered those words into his head, deciphering on what he told you. upon realisation, he blushed furiously, unconsciously gripping your waist harder than before. “stop thinking further into it. it's– nothing of the sorts.”

cracking up a smile at him, you chuckled. “it's okay, i know what you meant, kuni.” you muttered, the new nickname of his still felt foreign in your tongue, but it was still adorable nonetheless. “you're the most important person in my life too. though we have been at each others throats for as long as i can remember, i don't think there is a day where i don't look forward to our silly arguments.”

“even when i have the day off?”

“even when you have the day off. you don't understand how exhausting it is dealing with childe all by myself.”

he laughed, you following along. out of the blue, he landed his chin on your shoulder, bringing you way more closer than you could ever imagine. eyes wide, you stood there frozen, not knowing what to do.

“thank you, y/n. i never thought we'd ever get this close in the course of this case, but i'm glad we are.” he mumbled, voice muffled from your skin.

smiling, you nodded, one hand playing with the back of his hair. you took in his scent, the faint smell of his cologne engulfed you whole, and you think it's the most attractive thing ever. your heart was beating like crazy, and you hoped he couldn't hear the vibrations of it, due to how you spared no space from each other.

you wished this moment could last forever.

but then again, nothing ever goes your way.

it's been a few minutes, and the slow dance slowly comes to a stop along with the soft music, making scaramouche tilt his head up from resting on your shoulder, reluctantly moving away. his indigo eyes stared into your own, and you slightly smiled at his actions.

“what?” you asked giddily, amused with how lost he is whenever he looks into your eyes.

spotlights were back to their colourful state, contrary to what it was a moment ago, students still filled to the brim on the dance floor, as if like none of them wanted this to end.

you didn't too.

“you're pretty tonight.” he blurted with a monotonous tone, causing you to widened your eyes, surprised at the compliment he gave you.

out of everything he could've said, the one thing you least expected was the one he said instead. it was almost unbelievable, he was never one to be giving out compliments willingly, let alone when he was forced to. he'd never say something nice about someone.

but as he stood before you, he seemed like a totally different person. the scaramouche you knew would never dance with you. the scaramouche you knew would never hold you close, the scaramouche you knew would never, ever, say something remotely nice about you.

yet he did all of those things in just one night. just who had posessed him into doing this?

the compliment left you in a flustered mess, and you mentally cursed scaramouche for making you feel this way.

stop it, you thought to yourself. you're not supposed to melt over him. he's merely your partner in this case, nothing more.

this case is more important than the relationship you two currently have, you think. you should, no, you have to move this aside, and focus on solving this case, first and foremost.

“...thank you.” you hesitantly said. you looked elsewhere to avoid his gaze, glancing up to the ceiling filled with spotlights instead.

you noticed something off about the spotlight that was a few feet above scaramouche. it was slowly dangling backwards and forwards, unlike the other spotlights that were hanging still. if you listen closely, you could hear the sound of screws squeaking.

letting out a small gasp, you finally realised that the spotlight was probably the one the workers were talking about the other day.

‘...there were a few screws loose, and the workers didn't manage to find them...’

that must be it.

“what's wrong?” scaramouche asked worryingly.

“we... we gotta get out from here.” you whispered, unfortunately for scaramouche, he couldn't hear you.

“what?”

you retracted your hands from his shoulders, resting one of them on his forearm instead. “we need to–”

you stopped your sentence abruptly, wincing at the sudden sound coming from your ear. scaramouche was doing the same, one hand leaving your waist to touch his hear, hissing from the unbearable sound.

looking to your surroundings, you hastily peered around to see that, no one else were reacting the same way as you two are, leaving you in a confused state.

why the hell are you two the only ones hearing the high pitched sound? why is everyone acting normal?

‘ear pieces. just in case we need them.’

someone here knew you had your ear pieces?

you snapped your head to scaramouche. “the ear piece!”

but as soon as you said those words, the venue suddenly turned pitch black, all lights stopped functioning. everyone let out sounds of confusion, weirded out by how the whole venue blacked out.

“what's happening?” someone asked.

“why did the lights go out?” another person near you questioned.

“y/n, stay close!” scaramouche said, pulling you closer to him.

and then you heard it. the sound of a screw falling down to the floor, landing with a small echo.

it was still pitch black, but you could still make out the exact location of the spotlight you were eyeing a moment ago.

widening your eyes even more, you quickly look back at scaramouche.

no.

it's gonna hit him.

you exhaled heavily, and on instinct, you changed your positions with scaramouche, leaving him even more confused than he already is.

“y/n? what are you–”

without hesitation, you pushed him hard, making him stumble backwards. scaramouche quickly looked back up to you and was about to speak, before he stopped when the sound of something crashing down to the floor echoed through the ballroom, making everyone let out gasp after gasp.

“what in the world was that?”

“i think i heard it from there!”

the people on the dance floor murmured between each other, asking what had just happened. the atmosphere from what was peaceful a second ago turned into chaos, as everyone slowly came to a panic when the lights still haven't been turned on.

everyone except scaramouche.

he stood there, frozen. the ravenette was still processing things, and when he finally came to the situation he was in right now, he lets out a shaky breath.

“y/n...?” he mumbled, hoping for a reply.

but no response came.

as if to make things worse, the lights suddenly came back, and scaramouche's eyes went wide.

lying unconsciously on the floor, you were knocked out from a spotlight, your head slowly bleeding out. it was a terrifying sight.

as everyone's gaze landed on your figure, gasps and shouts were heard, and people quickly surrounded you.

scaramouche was still frozen, but then swiftly snapped back to reality when he realised that you're hurt. he hastily brushed past the people that were starting to crowd the scene, pushing everyone that was in the way.

he stopped in his tracks when he finally stood before you, your figure lying helplessly on the floor. everyone shouted between each other to call an ambulance, and just as the students of snezhnaya university had thought this would be a wonderful night to remember, it is now their worst nightmare instead.

scaramouche crouched down to you, and checked for your pulse. she's still alive, he thought to himself, letting out a sigh of relief. he cradled you close to his chest, hoping that help would come as soon as possible.

gritting his teeth, he swore he'd hunt down whoever did this to you. and finish them for good.

you woke up to the familiar room.

fuck. you're back here again.

looking to your right, you peered over to the infamous iv drip.

shit, you can't be serious.

you suddenly felt lightheaded, wincing in pain as you brought up a hand to hold your head, but stopped abruptly when you felt a gauze roll wrapped around your head.

just what had happened to you?

you shifted yourself on the bed to sit up more comfortably, and unknowingly bumped your leg to someone. raising a brow, you looked down to see that, scaramouche, had his head rested at the edge of your bed.

huh, you just had a glimpse of deja vu.

you vividly remembered that you were in this exact type of situation back when the incident occurred. except that this time your head was the one all bandaged up instead.

due to your light movements, scaramouche slowly looked up from where he rested, and landed his eyes on you, who was now awake. he quickly scrambled to his feet and got closer to you, cupping your cheek with one of his hands, his other resting on your shoulder.

“oh–thank goodness, you're awake...” he said, thumb caressing your cheekbone. the ravenette clicked on the monitor beside your hospital bed, and informed the doctor in charge that you were awake.

your eyes trailed over his actions on the small monitor, and when he finally looked back at you after he was done, his demeanor completely changed to a 180, expression turning back to one you had never thought would return.

yup, you're definitely fucked.

“she can be discharged today. though, please look out for her, she needs all the rest.” the doctor in front of you said, writing on his clipboard. “the bandage should be changed every time she gets out of the shower, and the wound should be healed by the end of the week, it's nothing that serious, you needn't worry.”

scaramouche slowly nodded. “sure.”

the doctor looked up from his clipboard and landed his eyes on scaramouche. “i'd advise you to not make her stressed out that much, it could result in her having a huge headache. even though her injuries aren't anything major, it still left a big impact to her head.”

the doctor continued on informing scaramouche of the needed information, while you sat at the waiting area. scaramouche hasn't talked to you ever since you got out of your hospital room, and you slightly shudder at the thought of scaramouche hating you for what you've done.

you're not sure what you're gonna come home to, but you're sure as hell it's not gonna be anything good.

the ride back to the campus dorms was fairly quiet, scaramouche not uttering a single word, focusing on the road instead. you on the other hand didn't say anything as well, afraid of what you'd be greeted with if you were to even open your mouth.

as you both entered your dorm, the door slowly closed, and scaramouche stood by the door for a few seconds, hand still on the doorknob. the dorm was still fairly dull and quiet due to the dark weather, adding up to the sullen situation you're in right now.

“do you want to explain what happened last night?”

you halted in your tracks and turned around, looking at scaramouche's back. “oh, uh...” you trailed off, trying to find the right words.

“what the hell were you thinking?” his voice suddenly raised a little higher, his hand gripping on the doorknob tight, knuckles turning white. “do you even know what you were getting yourself into?”

you frowned, crossing your arms as you stood in the middle of the dorm. “of course i do.”

“then why?” he asked, voice cracking. “why did you have to do that and injure yourself?”

“look, i just had to... okay? let's not do this right now, kuni. i don't want to think about it.”

he turns around, eyes snapping to you. “no. let's talk about it. right here, right now.” he said, folding his arms as he stood behind the closed door.

you frowned even more at this. “kuni, just stop, please. we don't have to make this complicated.”

“and what? you're just gonna continue doing all of those shit? be the stupid fucking hero where you sacrifice your life for others? and what next? continue this until you're battered to death?”

“kuni–”

“you're just gonna brush off the fact that you pushed me away? just to let yourself get smashed into the floor by that fucking spotlight?!” he said furiously, his voice getting higher and higher, curses spilling out of his mouth like there's no tomorrow.

scaramouche heaved out a breath of a laugh, though no amusement laced his voice. “y–you really can't keep doing this to me, y/n. stop being the fucking hero you think you are. stop trying to get yourself into danger. just stop– stop all of this.”

clenching your fists, you looked at him with a perplexed expression, quite the complete opposite of last night. it's funny, you think. you never thought you'd be standing here, having possibly the worst ever fight with scaramouche. even after everything you've experienced with him this past week.

the faint pitter patter on the outside of your small balcony can be heard, and slowly, the rain comes down rather harshly, making the atmosphere between you and him the more painful.

“weren't you the one who wanted to sacrifice your life for people's safety?” you inquired, recalling back to when he mentioned about putting his life on the line. “why can't i do the same? am i not a detective like you are? did i not vow to the same oath as you?”

“doesn't mean you can go around willingly getting yourself in danger.”

you let out a sound between a scoff and a laugh, slowly stepping closer towards him. “i'm a fucking detective, for crying out loud! getting into danger is the main point of my job, did you seriously think i was gonna stand there idly and let you take the hit?!” you shouted, your tone matching his.

“yes.” was what he said. “stop putting yourself through hell, y/n! is that something so hard to do?! stop trying to save my life every fucking second!”

“oh, sure, i'm the one who's stubborn here. why can't you just mind your own business?! not everything has to be in your fucking control! news flash, scara, the world does not revolve around you!”

he halted when you stopped calling him by his real name, opting to the usual nickname you used to call him. still in the heat of the conversation, he brushed it off.

“don't be stupid and naive, y/n. stop doing this to yourself. i don't like seeing you in this state.” he said frustratingly, raking a hand through his hair. “do you even have any idea how fucking worried i was when those lights came back on, just to see you lying helplessly on the floor, with blood soaking your head? has it ever occured to you that you keep making me witness you in those kind of states?”

at this, you stayed quiet, unable to reply to him. “you don't understand how many times you've made me worried sick about you. can't you see that i care for you? who would even do that if not me?” he continued, voice cracking more and more, as if he was at his breaking point.

“stop, please.”

“stop what?”

“stop— just stop fucking pretending you care, for archons sake! if you cared me so much, you wouldn't be standing there, making my life a miserable mess!”

he clenched his fists even harder than before. “a miserable mess? goodness, y/n, you're the one who's being insufferable right now!” he shouted through the heavy rain. “do you even realise that i've done nothing but care for you from the very start? do you even remember when i was scared shitless when you got shot? do you even remember that i always indulge in your stupid requests? do you even know that i've always been by your side, despite being complete enemies?”

“i don't want to do this, scaramouche, please. i'm tired.”

scoffing, scaramouche stared at you, eyes slowly tearing up. “scaramouche? you don't even want to say my real name now?” he chuckles, wiping the tear that threatened to fall down his cheeks. “after everything i've done for you, you're just gonna stoop that low, huh. what next, call me by my fatui name?”

you looked at him deadly in the eyes. “you know what, yeah.” you muttered, eyes red from refraining yourself to cry. “i don't want to deal with your bullshit right now, balladeer.” he felt a pang to his heart when you spat those words. “stop trying to fix me when you can't even fix yourself.” he widened his eyes at your last sentence, and before you knew it, you were standing in front of him. brushing past him, you turned the doorknob, and he flinched.

grabbing ahold of your wrist, he stops you. “where are you going?” he asked, voice suddenly shaky and low, as if he was a fragile puppet that was about to break.

glancing to his glistening eyes, you softened just for a moment. it was hard to not just engulf him in a hug and wipe those tears off his face, right then and there. but you can't. he's making you feel like your efforts were useless, he's treating you like you're a kid who needs to be taken care of every second, so why the hell even have the slightest sympathy for him?

“i need a break from all of this. please, let me go.” you pleaded, and he did reluctantly. opening the door, you looked at scaramouche one last time.

the rain was still heavy, just like how your fight was with scaramouche. ironic, you think. the weather feels just as down as you are right now. “i can't believe it just took five minutes to change everything between us.” was the last thing you said before slamming the door shut, leaving scaramouche alone in the dark dormitory.

he didn't bother to chase after you.

you headed for the elevator and pressed the ground floor button the second you entered. fishing out your phone from your pocket, you dialed for the only person you were close to in campus.

“hello?”

“ah, hi, yun jin. i'm sorry for asking this very last minute, but is it okay... if i crash at your place for a while?” you asked, biting on your nail anxiously.

upon hearing your voice, yun jin let out a small gasp. “luna! i heard you got into the hospital. are you okay?”

you laughed, though nothing was even remotely amusing. “yeah, 'm fine. i just need a place to stay at for a while, is that okay to you?”

yun jin sighed in relief. “sure, my roommate isn't gonna be here for the semester since they're at their partners'. but it's raining right now, do you have an umbrella to get here?”

the elevator came to a stop, and you exited to the dorm lobby. “i have my ways.” you said as you stepped outside of the building, the sound of the heavy rain suddenly comes crashing down, louder than from inside the building. “thanks, yun jin. i owe you big time. see you later.” ending the call, you looked up to the sky.

it was the worst weather of the month, you think, remembering about the forecast news you watched the other day. the sky was gloomy, and there was no one else in sight, only you, standing alone.

and that was all it took for you to finally break yourself into pieces.

sorry

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chainoftalent · 7 months

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A,,Any chance of a Yandere Profile for Kokichi?? 👉👈 👀

Have I really not done one for Kokichi? I could have sworn I did, probably just remembering somebody else's.

Kokichi Yandere Profile

What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Kokichi is very aware of what he's doing, as the Ultimate Supreme Leader he can't afford to not be aware of everything he does and thinks. He knows full well he's obsessive and he needs to be careful, he just doesn't think it's anyone's business.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Solidly depends on how much you give back to him, if you try and pull away from him, or don't like him, and he can't change your mind and make you stay then you're being taken to a secondary location. However if you're friendly, kind to him, listen to him, spend a lot of time with him, and put him above basically everyone then he's more likely to let you be more free range.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

You're not escaping from Kokichi, at first you've only got minor restraints to make things easier on everyone, but Kokichi's done this rodeo like 9 times before he's gotten to you he knows what he's doing. He knows how to escalate and punish that best work, while he might be more forgiving of the first few escapes as that's just nature, that doesn't mean he'll ever let you fully get away with it, he won't look weak in front of you, not when he needs you to accept him as your leader. Plus getting out means getting past DICE and while they may empathize from their own experiences in your place they won't help you leave.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

HA. HA HA HA HA. It's KOKICHI, and you've got his ATTENTION, good fucking luck you'll NEED IT.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

He's used to this like I've stated before, he knows how to straddle this line. You'll have your own room with a connected bathroom though no windows, at the start its mostly just a long ankle chain that gives enough movement to move around and to the bathroom without issue or help. This also lets you shower and do personal grooming without his help, unless he wants to help you to further your affection for him by brushing your hair or doing your makeup. Your food and clothes are all supplied by Kokichi's whims, but you'll often have multiple options unless you've earned a punishment. Though you may wish he took a bit more privileges when you find out he's fully intending to make you exercise to stay healthy in your room, he is making you do jumping jacks with a chain around your leg, what the hell dude.

You wont be able to leave your room without him being there, or go online, or know the time. You won't even be able to guess because food seemingly comes randomly and with no real pattern to how long it feels. He's fully intending to confuse you on how long its been. He's found its easier if most things for them are normal as usual with a few key things to throw them off and keep them from being fully comfortable without Kokichi. Conditioning, not just for your hair!

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

You have to follow DICE rules, but beyond that you have to listen to him, not be stupid, not give anyone outside him or DICE too much attention, don't try to escape, don't tell anyone, tell Kokichi the truth always unless it's funny.

Punishments are usually more mental then physical, nagging you for failing and how disappointed he is, along with a removal of things you like from your room. Say goodbye to the PS5!

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Even as a yandere, DICE's no kill rule stands strong. He won't maim rivals, just bother them until they can't take it anymore. Legos everywhere, needles in shoes, stealing their credit card, it's a death of a thousand cuts.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

Not easy, it's easy to make them pretend to be upset and guilt trip the hell out of you. Actually mad though takes quite some time or hitting very specific buttons. Kokichi has a bit of a temper though, so when he does get angry he gets VERY angry, and the only reason he doesn't hurt you is he has enough of control of himself to leave the room slamming the door behind him. Do not push him past that.

Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Beneath you but in an affectionate way, a new beloved minion.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

Very determined, you will love them, you will join DICE, you will be his heart and soul, he will have your loyalty.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

The fact he's capable of maintaining multiple obsessions, all of DICE is his obsession and he can and will find new people to obsess over while still obsessing over you and the rest of DICE.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Very low sex drive and honestly very little interest in it, asexual king. If you were into it he doesn't mind being your stone top, but beyond that? Eh.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

Not interested unless you are, so unless you want to roleplay that, he doesn't care to do anything like that

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

If you are going to have him fuck you or just do nonsexual kink, he's really into things that don't involve a mess and a show of dominance. Things like Shibari, or Collars, or Human Furniture. His most intense one is body modification stuff though, you let him pierce your ears and put in earrings he chose and he is going to be paying INTENSE attention to you with wide blown out eyes.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

Not overly interested, it's already busy around DICE headquarters, maybe when he's older he might want a few kids with the members of DICE who can have kids

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

They wouldn't unless you were someone like Miu, if you were like Miu then he is going to edge the hell out of you.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Kokichi likes hands, how clever, quick, and sleek they are. He also really enjoys powerful lean legs, he's very much into traits that make you good at crime.

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bee-saucee · 5 months

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The Office Party | ShinKami Christmas Oneshot

pairing: ShinKami

summary: Shinsou decides to come to the office Christmas party for Kaminari and they find some time alone to address their feelings.

word count: 1,464

warnings: drinking

a/n: Happy Holidays, everyone! I wasn't planning on writing anything for Christmas but I decided today that I wanted to so here we are! I hope you enjoy <3

Shinsou doesn’t know why he came. He looks stupid with this yule log he’s spent far too long working on for some (there is a very specific) reason entering a party that has been going on long enough for it to be weird to come in late. It’s crowded and stuffy with his usually uptight coworkers rocking ugly Christmas sweaters talking too loud with boozy breath.

“Shinsou!” Denki shouts from the center of a horde in the middle of the room.

It didn’t matter when it was or who he was with, Kaminari was always at the center of everyone’s attention. Shinsou liked to think that he thought of Kaminari more than everyone else and in a more meaningful way but there was no way in hell he was the only one in the office with a crush on the embodiment of sunshine. In an instant, Kaminari is picking a cookie off of Kirishima’s plate, leaving him deflated with the rest of the abandoned group that looks completely lost in Denki’s absence.

“For you,” Denki says, holding out a misshapen gingerbread cookie.

“Sure it’s not for Kirishima?”

“Not anymore!”

Something as brash as stealing a friend's cookie would usually get on Shinsou’s nerves. But on Kaminari it was cute. He was cute in his maroon turtleneck and light-up ornament earrings. The red hues illuminated his face and brought out the slight flush on his cheeks. He must’ve been drinking but Shinsou would let himself think it was because of his presence.

“Oh dude! You brought the log!” Kaminari shouts. He leans down and looks at the yule log that left Shinsou with flour in places it should never be and sore feet like it was the 8th wonder of the world. “I’ve never had one before.”

“‘S why I made it.”

The moment comes racing back to Shinsou in fine detail from how many times he’s run it through his mind. The way that Kaminari glowed in the light of the setting sun as they walked out of the office. The look of absolute confusion that warped his soft features into sharp and jagged lines as he interrogated Shinsou about ‘how the hoot do you make cake look like wood and why would you want to do that?’ The way that Kaminari leaned a little closer than necessary into Shinsou’s space on the train ride home and nudged his shoulder in goodbye after.

“You made me cake that looks like a log and you came to a party when you’re Hitoshi ‘I don’t like parties’ Shinsou? You’re making me feel like a little princess today, man.”

Shinsou simply shrugs and shifts on his feet. He wants to preen at the attention and acknowledgment that yes, he very intently listens to Kaminari but does his best to only minimally show it.

“Would you, uh, like to try some?”

Shinsou was really failing the challenge he set for himself to use his brain for once around Kaminari for anything besides fuck his smile is so beautiful.

“Would I?! Hell yeah, man. Here, lemme get you some mulled cider while we’re at it. I like mine so mulled you kinda cough so sorry but you seem like the type to be into that,” Kaminari says with a wink.

Shinsou isn’t even sure what that means but he feels like it’s flirty so he’d gladly take it and more. Kaminari turns and gets him a cup while he carefully cuts Kaminari a slice.

“I’m really happy you decided to come,” Kaminari says softly.

“Well I’m really happy I came.”

Kaminari snorts and whips around to face Shinsou, his drink sloshing up against the sides. “You did what Shinsou?!”

“Never mind. Not happy I came anymore.”

Kaminari bugs his eyes out and drops his jaw. “You’re not happy you did what?!”

“Do you become even more ridiculous when you have all that extra mulled cider in you?”

“Only a little. I didn’t wanna get too drunk in case you came.”

And that, wow. That…had to mean something.

“Can I try?” Kaminari asks, pointing to the slice of cake that had been sitting dumbly in Shinsou’s hand.

“Yeah, sure. We could, uh. Well we could,” Why was it so difficult to say? He’d thought through everything that he was going to say to Kaminari to move this whole thing forward past lunches at the office and quiet laughter shared on train rides home. “Would you like to eat it outside on the front steps? I know it’s cold but it’s also quite hot in here so…”

He felt so unbelievably stupid like some teenage boy asking out his crush to prom. But the way Kaminari lights up and almost drops his drink makes it all worth it.

“Yeah! I mean,” Kaminari clears his throat. “That would be cool, sure. My coat’s by the door so we can grab it on the way out.”

Shinsou ducks his chin into the scarf he still wore to hide the dopey grin spreading across his face. Kaminari was cute. He was unbelievably and undeniably cute.

Getting out to the front steps of the office seems to pass by in a whirlwind despite all of the stopping Kaminari has to do as people ask about where he’s going. Kaminari should be staying in and chatting it up with their much more interesting colleagues but Kaminari remains by his side slowly inching closer and closer to the door.

“Bah, it’s not even that cold out,” Kaminari says as they finally push open the heavy glass doors. “Sometimes I thank global warming in a totally selfish way, you know.”

“I’ve certainly done the same myself.”

It was far warmer than it should be but it was still chilly enough for Kaminari’s nose to begin to tinge red. He wanted to lean in and tuck Kaminari into his coat to share his warmth more than anything but they hadn’t crossed that line. At least not yet.

“Oh, your food,” Shinsou says.

He couldn’t forget the entire reason behind his excuse to get Kaminari alone. They swap drink for cake in an awkward fumble that leaves their hands brushing more frequently than necessary.

“We can try them at the same time,” Shinsou offers.

“That’s cute. Sure.” Kaminari holds out the piece of cake pierced on his fork. “Cheers?”

“Cheers.”

He isn’t sure whether the warmth that surges through his body is from the cider or the way that Kaminari keeps his eyes tracked on Shinsou as he takes his first bite but it was welcome. Even though it was just the two of them out on the cold concrete steps outside of their office, it felt good to get out and be around people no matter how much he hated parties. Thoughts of future parties with Kaminari by his side where he was also right in the middle of the action come swirling through his mind.

“‘As eally uckeng ood,” Kaminari gushes around his mouthful of cake.

“And the mulled cider is, in fact, very mulled. I get what you mean about it making you want to cough in a good way.”

“A man after my heart.”

“Yeah.”

“Shinsou?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you come?”

There’s weight behind the words. Kaminari’s regular jovial spirit lingers but there is a hesitancy behind it all he’s not used to seeing on his coworker.

He stops in the middle of taking another sip. “Because you asked?”

It feels like the wrong answer and he knows it is when Kaminari’s shoulders rise a bit.

“I mean, was there another reason? I know I like, okay ulterior motive sounds really sleazy but I had a not so sleazy ulterior motive…or maybe it is kinda sleazy? I dunno. Depends on why you said yes? But I had an ulterior motive.”

Shinsou swirls the cider around in his cup for a moment in thought. This was it. The moment he’d been waiting for when this dance they’d been doing around their feelings could end.

“I came because I like you. So maybe I’m the sleazy one here.”

“Does being mutually sleazy with ulterior motives mean that the sleaziness cancels out and we’re just two guys crushing on one another trying to have someone special to spend Christmas with?” Kaminari asks.

“I’d say so, yeah.”

This whole moment didn’t feel real. He’d almost expected something more grandiose. But the casualness of it all didn’t mean that his heart wasn’t hammering in his chest.

“Would you like to go on a date with me this weekend?” Shinsou asks.

“Yeah,” Kamianri leans over so his head is resting on Shinsou’s shoulder. “I would. As long as I can take some leftovers of that yule log.”

“You can have the whole thing if you want.”

“Damn, I love Christmas,” Kaminari sighs.

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helioclematis · 3 months

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Damn coffee shop AU curse

Eddie is trying to take care of the rest of the line, even longer than usual due to some crafts fair nearby, but that means Chrissy is, unfortunately, stuck with Brad.

Brad is pretty much everything Eddie hates in a human being and a customer, and today Brad's brand of bullshit involved his cappuccino, that he insisted on weighing.

Not that a drink that was two grams 'off' from whatever standard Brad pulled out of his ass this week was different in any way that could be perceived by a human being, but Brad probably huffs his own farts.

Chrissy looks like she's about to cry, there are at least six people in line desperate for their caffeine of choice, and Eddie is making three drinks at once and closing the milk fridge with his foot.

The dilemma: Eddie still isn't allowed to kick Brad's stupid Oakley shades and plaid pants wearing ass out, nor is he allowed to rip him a new asshole, which is tragic and would probably do him good. So Brad just freely continues to be the worst-

"Hey, dude, I realize that you have severe limp dick and nothing helps you get it up like harassing service workers, but can you not make it their problem? I want coffee, as does everyone else here, so can you take your two hundred and fifty-eight-gram cappuccino and shove it up your ass so the rest of us can get on with our fucking day?"

For a second Eddie thinks his inner monologue is suddenly audible to the entire coffee shop, but no. That came from Preppy Hottie, who is sort of obnoxiously hot and has never said anything before today other than 'Can I please get X' and 'thanks,' and Eddie is having entirely inappropriate thoughts about him.

Like, ‘hey do you want me to just bend over right here’ level of inappropriate.

Brad starts to say something, but Chrissy giggles. The girl with Preppy Hottie (Steve, says some part of his brain that must have read it off his cup some weeks before the quagmire of the holidays, associated Beverage Hell, and now gross winter) laughs, as do the rest of the people in line. And he deflates, because a guy who is hotter and less of a douche has gotten women to laugh at him, and thus Brad's entire sense of self is ruined. He takes the cappuccino off the counter, says something about a Yelp review but splashes milky espresso out of the top of the cup, curses, and walks out.

Chrissy smiles at Steve-slash-Preppy Hottie. "Whatever you're getting, it's on the house."

"Nah, that's okay. He's a dick."

"I insist." Steve smiles and Eddie almost drops the latte he's finishing. Damn. That’s…the man really looks like he escaped from the nearest modeling agency.

"Okay, just a medium skim latte with an extra shot and...Rob, what do you want?"

"A dirty vanilla chai, please." The girl, Rob, smiles at Chrissy too, and oh she's pretty, and Chrissy's type of pretty. Eddie’s gonna be subjected to the glacial pace of watching queer girls flirt.

But they put money in the tip jar, so what the heck, they can live here if they want after all that.

It's Steve who comes to get their drinks, and he smiles again.

Red Alert. Red Alert. Eddie is too gay for this, Red Alert.

"Uh. Thanks man. For getting rid of Brad."

"Oh, I've been holding back on that for years. I did food service all through college. Nightmares, man, nightmares. It's practically therapeutic to be bitchy to assholes now." Steve smiles again, like he’s licking something sweet off his lips, tucking a bit of hair behind his ear.

Eddie is lucky the world doesn't operate on cartoon rules because right now he'd go full wolf, awhooooooooga! “Well, any time you need the catharsis, feel free to work that out here. We’ve got plenty.” Steve takes a sip from his latte. “Well, if it means you making my drinks, how can I pass that up? Later.” Eddie is only fifty percent sure he actually says something human-ish as Steve walks away and walks into the tiny ‘back’ of the shop to slap himself. Focus, he can’t be horny gay mush while on the clock. That’s how you get burned.

He gets steamed milk all down his apron anyway.

(Am I gonna do anything with this? No idea, but it exists in the universe now anyway, and I thought it was cute.)

(Brad is based on a real customer, who I still hope is walking on a moist carpet.)

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lunylune · 1 year

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Inspired by this post

Ao3 link

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"No, that one's for my husband." "Wait what?!"

A Stranger things fanfiction.

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Summary:

Steve knew he wasn’t the smartest one of the group, hell he didn’t rank top five, probably. Please ignore the aggressive validation followed by a loud dingus from Robin and Eddie, thank you. But really, he thought this plan was rather genius. If he told his family he was married to HIS HUSBAND, maybe they would finally accept that he did not need to be set up wit a girl (cousin or not, which, gross) and that he was perfectly happy with his boyfriend of seven years.

He, uh, just forgot to tell said boyfriend...

Whoops.

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Okay, listen, seriously.

He was a middle school teacher, sadly never got out of Hawkins, but it was fine. He managed to get his own place, which he shared with Robin for the most part unless his absolute best friend in the world was traveling. Nancy, Jonathan, the kids, everyone came over, they had movie nights. Max was healing, Eddie survived.

God, that stupid idiot.

They made it out, they lived, they were fighters. And all things considered, Steve liked to think that managing to be a teacher and all, he was pretty smart.

Well apparently he was every bit the idiot Mike kept calling him, because here he was, at thanksgiving dinner with his family being once again integrated by his dear grandmother and family… You know, the ones that skipped town when things got back in Hawkins and he only saw around the holidays.

Now you see, somewhere along the lines Steve realized he had a wonderful gift, one that not many others had. The fact that his parents cared immensely about their image. With Steve becoming the beloved babysitter of the town everyone knew, and later that sweet boy trying to be a teacher, and then mister Harrington of grade three, well… There was no way they could actually kick him out or disown him. The party forced Steve to do this thing he hated, which was talk about his feelings~ So if anything happened the whole town and police force and people his father considered “trailer trash” would know, would judge.

So while Steve had to work hard and had no support from his biological family, but his family of choice had grown three times in size and included a literal supergirl, at least five geniuses, three people who were gun experts and his boyfriend.

Oh, yeah, he had a boyfriend. Eddie, to be specific.

No he was totally normal about it and not blushing thank you!

Along with deciding his future should look however he fucking wanted, came some less fun revelations. He spend many a nights with Robin in multiple different bathrooms as he dealt with his internalized shit, about how it was always fine for her and everyone else, but not him, and how he thought maybe he should change how he thought about himself, because it wasn’t so nice. Robin alternated between hugging him and smacking him on the head (gently, for the head trauma). In the end and after a good year of pining, it had been pretty anticlimactic. Or well, Steve thought so, Eddie couldn’t get enough of recounting the story to their gremlins, all along with a reenactment Steve halfheartedly participated in.

Basically, of course Eddie had known something was going on. No straight dude spends as much time on: one, his hair as Steve does. Two, staring at another guy's lips as Steve apparently had. Max called him grossly obvious, but nodded along when El called them sweet. It was when Steve had come over to watch the game with Wayne (something he regularly did now with Wayne and Hopper, god he was getting old). After it finished, he had gone to Eddie’s room to hang out, the other working on painting some new figures for the upcoming campaign. And his tongue was poking out just barely as he focussed, and Steve’s brain short circuited for a moment from something else than head trauma. Eddie was so… Just- So cute. Steve knew he had been staring, face getting warm, when Eddie looked up and grinned. “Just staring is not gonna make anything happen, princess.” It was such- It was a bad line, not nearly as creative as Eddie usually was with his endless flirting and teasing, but Steve just-

He had leaned in, planting a firm kiss on Eddie’s lips, face beet-red but smirking as Eddie blinked rapidly. “There. See, staring can help.” It had been so stupid.

They had been dating ever since, nearly seven years now. Seven wonderful years. Eddie lived with Wayne not even three houses down for a while (thank you government hush house), but stayed over more often than not and eventually moved in. Him and Robin of course got along and Steve was being attacked from two sides about his horrible movie taste now but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

So he moved out, had his gaggle of kids by choice, was a teacher for a whole bunch more and had an amazing family and boyfriend. He was a decently open bisexual man, and strangely not many people gave him trouble. Was the small town attitude working in his favor? People, weirdly, had a lot of sympathy for Eddie once the whole, held hostage by a serial killer came out. Seeing all the kids defend him and Eddie might have helped there, Steve’s new “golden babysitter”status helped. No one really talked about them in clear terms, but would sometimes talk about how “sweet it was that you two are such good… friends. And so supportive.” It was really fucking weird and every time it happened Eddie would look like a confused puppy afterwards. “Me? A good person? A good neighbor? Me?! What the hell is happening Stevie?!” Steve just rolled with it.

So uhm, he did have to tell his parents he was dating Eddie, but to be fair, they should have told them they would be home for christmas for the first time in five years. And knocked…. They should have knocked… He wasn’t disowned, but they wanted no mention of it. Threats which did not hold up as soon as Steve pushed them. Because what were they going to do, leave him to fend for himself? Oh nooooo…. How will he ever surviiiiveeee…

So they did not have the excuse of not knowing, and surely this news spread through the family like wildfire.

Did that stop them from calling it a phase, possession by the devilworshipper and trying to set him up with the nearest girl, no of course not don't be stupid.

So, thanksgiving. Why did he agree to spend it with these people instead of his other actually loving family? Right grandpa Stanford died two months ago… like that was his problem the man nearly shot him once, on accident but still. Grandma Jessie was alright though, a sweet older lady who might have the start of dementia. She was the main reason Steve was here. She was the only one who would scold his parents for leaving him to travel. Back when she could still walk well, she came over often to take care of Steve. He learned to bake from her.

He was glad he sat close to her, talking with her about the kids he was teaching. "I used to teach… all those girls were so sweet, but so bad at needlework." Different times. But Steve was happy to listen to her rather than listen to the political feud currently going on between his dad and uncle Dave from his mother's side. His mom chuckled, very fake, as she refilled her wineglass. "It's so nice we can all be together…"

"Would be nicer if any of the kids had their shit together," uncle Dave groused. Aunt Carol and their kid Kevin both scoffed. Steve's mom chuckled again, sounding a bit manic. "It's just been… so long. Why. Don't we do this more often?" Yeah, why indeed.

On the other side of the table his cousin Kevin had gotten into a spat with Katherine and Willow, Steve's objectively cooler cousins he hadn't seen since he was like… eight? Willow was blinking slowly as Kevin ranted about "the queers" taking over and getting him kicked out of the sport team, utterly unaware he was probably the only "not-queer" cousin and thus outnumbered. Steve might only play sports with seven to ten year olds now, but he would love to kick Kevin's ass. He took a sip of his own wine, leaning over to refill his mom's glass and his dad's sister's glass. Aunt Diana was Willow's and Kathine's mom and really, outstanding job. She almost got Steve a job as a hairdresser before he became a teacher. Her useless husband Tom was nowhere to be found, probably still trying to evade charges for drunk driving. It was tradition in this family.

There was a knock at the door and grandma spoke. "Steward, open the door." His dad stood up, letting in the late guests. Dave glared. "you're late Hannah." Hannah was a distant aunt, along with her husband Tony and two daughters. Now imagine Steve's surprise at finding out that Vicky apparently was a cousin of his. He raised an eyebrow but waved. She smiled and waved back, sitting next to him. "Funny to find out you are part of my estranged family."

"Trust me, in ten minutes you are gonna wish it stayed that way. I give it fi me, I give it fifteen before you wish you had never found out.” Vicky took a chair next to him, so she could talk to grandma Jessie. “Where’s your sister…?” grandma asked, looking around.

Vicky looked apologetic. “She couldn’t come, the twins are sick and she felt bad leaving them with Laura, her…. roommate.” Steve nearly choked on his wine and Kathrine and Willow snickered. Ah, good, he wasn’t the only one who caught that. Roommates… Sure…

Steve whispered to her, pointing at uncle Dave and his dad. “I give it ten minutes until they convince Willow to “get help” for her “condition” and aunt Diana mixes alcohol and painkillers again.”

Vicky was already massaging her temples.”Oh god are we going to need to call an ambulance?”

Steve cackled. “No, if it comes down to it uncle Kathrine will drive her. God forbid the neighbors see the ambulance.” Vicky let out a sigh, burying her head in her hands.

“Fifteen minutes, you said, bit ambitious.” Kathrine said with a look at an already exhausted Vicky.

Look if Steve had to suffer, so did everyone. Except grandma.

It was the usual spats. Diana’s useless husband Tom not showing up, Willow being even more out than Steve despite Steve having a boyfriend, Kathrine’s lack of a highschool diploma. Diana was waving her fork around. “All I’m saying is, he’s a piece of shit, okay, but he’s been my piece of shit for five years so, leave it. I’m not getting a divorce.” She took another sip of wine. Steve still wasn’t sure if her husband was wanted for tax evasion or… murder…? It was so hard to keep track, with Kevin selling drugs and his own dad definitely bribing people about the cheating. Oh and Dave, doing all of that except the murder. Aunt Carol turned to him. “And you, got a job worthy of the Harrington’s yet?” Steve pitied her sometimes, so stuck on the name and her womanly duties that she didn’t pursue her own life. That was, until she opened her mouth. “Still a teacher. Oh, wait Kathrine, let me tell you about this kid-” who got stuck on the roof, but hey at least the ball was safed… They had to call the fire department…

He was interrupted by his dad. “Did you get a girlfriend yet?” Steve stopped, glaring at him.

This had been an ongoing “fight” they had. Since they couldn’t actually kick him out. Diana and grandma Jessie wouldn’t let them, Steve was their favorite nephew/grandson. “No dad, I’m still with Eddie. Eddie Munson. You met him grandma, remember?” He could never get his parents to meet Eddie, so grandma was the closest he could get. Thankfully she had adored Eddie. “Oh yes, the boy with the big eyes and soft hair? The one with the good music. He was such a sweetheart and a gentleman. You found a good one, Stevie darling.” He smiled, happy someone was on his side, sharing the joy with his three female cousins and aunt Hannah. “Yes, that’s the one grandma. He’s gone for a tour now, or I would have brought him.” While Steve missed him, the phone calls were something to look forward to.

Grandma smiled. “Such a talented young man. You all are.” Well, the table was mostly women, but it was the thought that counted. Vicky gave him a small smile and a nod. Ah good, he fucking knew it. Boobies Robin, boobies.

His father scowled. “What about that girl you went to dinner with last year, Rachel, or something.”

“You mean Robin?” Steve asked, watching as Vicky took a very quick sip of wine. Hm, interesting. “She had to spend it with her parents. And she is not my girlfriend, dad. I’m not her type and she is not mine.” It had been seven years, seriously.

Willow asked tiredly. “So what is your type?”

“Curly hair and big eyes. It’s a whole thing.” He said with a shake of his head. His mom was smiling, trying to be nicer but failing miserably like how she failed to both raise her son and stop her husband from cheating. Not that it was her fault, but priorities. Steve was petty, okay. “And what about that girl you dated for a year, Nancy. I thought she and her boyfriend split up?”

“No mom, they are still together. And very in love.” Jonathan and Nancy, a power couple that worked out some issues after ‘86 and still going strong. Nancy was still dating Jonathan. Jonathan was just… Also dating Argyle now. The three of them worked well together. Not that Steve was all that interested in getting back with Nancy, finally figuring out his delicate balance between platonic and romantic love thanks to many more bathroom talks with Robin and some normal talks with Eddie. He took another bite of turkey. “Besides, I’m with Eddie. Have been with Eddie for seven years. And you all would have gotten to meet him if you acted even slightly open to it.” Uncle Dave scowled and muttered something about “fags”, leading to Willow’s knife accidently cutting his hand. Steve hit his plate passive aggressively with his fork. “All I’m saying is. I’m with Eddie, I have been with Eddie, and I will stay with Eddie until the sun burns out and or the earth cracks open again, so drop it. It’s not going to change.”

Grandma patted his arm. “You should bring him around again sometime.” Steve reassured her he would, just as his mom had the nerve to say, “But Stevie,” a nickname only grandma and the party could use… “I’m just worried you maybe didn’t date enough people first. You might not have found the girl right for you.” Steve stared at her just. Just baffled.

“Mom, are you seriously saying my relationship of seven years is a phase!?” She waved her hands as Steve raised his voice.

“No, no, I’m just saying that…!”

He interrupted her. “I need to date more girls first!? As if I wasn’t enough of a slut in high school as it was!” Not that there was anything wrong with it, but he knew it would upset uncle dave and aunt Carol. And right on cue, Dave slammed his hands as Kathrine snickered. “Watch your fucking language!” Aunt Diana twirled her wine glass, laughing but nearly in tears. “It’s so nice that we could all get together like this…!”

After a bit they all calmed down.

That was, until aunt Carol opened her mouth. Again.

Aunt Carol pointed at him. “I’m just saying, Steve darling, you should see a priest.” Steve had to take a second to digest it, watching aunt Diana reach into her purse for painkillers. Vicky glanced between him and aunt Diana, trying to say “should we call an ambulance in advance?” with her eyes, But Steve was busy.

“Wait is this family catholic?” Steve asked with fake confusion, tilting his head and staring at aunt Carol.

“No, why,” Willow asked as Steve’s mom muttered, “Reformed, technically, I think. It’s so hard to keep track. And it’s not like any of our children have been to a church in decades aside from Kevin and look where it got him…” He was sure she hadn’t meant to mutter so loud.

Steve stared his aunt down. “Oh I’m just trying to understand if the priest thing is genuine religious concern or another casual derogatory statement, but if we are not catholic I'm leaning to the latter.” Thank you Dustin for all those word-of-the-days.

Willow nodded. “Fair.”

Grandma smiled, waving to get their attention. “Your grandfather was a satanist in his youth, such a rebel. Which is why I know Steve picked a good one.”

“Thank you grandma.”

Kathrine shrugged. “If it took me sleeping with every boy in town to find out girls might be better, I can hardly blame Steve for doing the same with most girls.” Willow gagged as the adults let out cries of homophobia and Vicky shook her head in despair again, trying to hide her incredulous snickers. When she got it under control she turned to Steve. “Considering I didn’t know you were my cousin, I’m just so thankful you are not my type.” Yeah, Steve had a pretty good idea what her type was. Bumbling lesbians, mainly.

Aunt Carol slammed the table. “All I am saying is, Jessica would make a lovely wife for you.” For Steve, of course… But not for Kevin, god forbid her darling son ended up with the “slut” of the family. The amount of sexism was staggering. Nancy could probably do a whole scientific study just on his family. Vicky suddenly looked up. “Wait, you mean… My sister Jessica, his other cousin?” The table fell quiet.

Aunt Carol narrowed her eyes. “Maybe…?” Grandma shook her head.

“No no, Jessica is veeery happy on her own.”

Steve nodded. “She’s awesome, grandma. Shame she couldn’t come.” Unlike Diana’s useless husband Tom (which, the woman deserved better), Jessica was very much invited. But ever since she got pregnant at twenty by a boy she claimed not to know the name of, aunt Carol and Steve’s father had tried to shun her. Grandma Jessie refused though, as she was the only cousin that also regularly visited (Willow and Kathrine lived pretty far away, Kevin just sucked and Vicky’s side of the family had been estranged until today and probably again tomorrow if they valued their sanity). As far as Steve knew, Jessica was very happy alone living with her “roommate” and little twin eight-year-old Angie and Micheal. She worked together with her aunt Diana, a hairdresser for weddings, a business looked down upon by the family but made her a pretty good living. More than Steve's teacher job. He was honestly impressed.

Vicky turned to him, making a face. Steve nodded fake solemnly. He felt a migraine coming on, but hoped he would have time to get home. Otherwise he might have to ask grandma to crash on her couch again… The conversation fell quiet, only grandma happily oblivious and happy the family was all together.

But of course, Steve’s father just HAD to give it another shot. “I’m just saying, you would change your tune if you actually got married. Could even bring your wife over for christmas. Take it from me, your life will be much happier than with that degenerate.” Yeah, take relationship advice from the serial cheater that was not in 80 percent of your life.

Steve was done, had an oncoming migraine and hated about half his family. So he, finally, chose violence. "Actually, me and my husband will be spending christmas with his family. This year." Silence fell around the table as everyone registered what Steve just said.

"EXCUSE ME?" People shouted.

"Oh, that sweet boy…" Grandma muttered, looking delighted. “He treats you right?” Steve ignored the calls from his parents and the arguing from his family to offer aunt Diana some water and to smile at grandma.

"He is grandma. If you want I can pick you up this christmas, as the rest is all on vacation." The judgment at them leaving this elderly woman alone on christmas dripped off his voice.

Vicky shrugged. “I won’t be, I could come?” Steve told her of course, a plan brewing.

His mother had messed up her perfect hair and Steve might take some joy in that. "No! Wait! When did you get married, how!? It's not legal!" Good point, cover story go. He had to memorize so many over the years, surely he could think of something.

Steve shrugged, brain working overtime through tipsiness (how much wine had he had? Enough to pull this off appearantly). "It was actually pretty easy. Hopper knew a guy at the registration office and Robin is an ordained minister." The second part was true. She claimed it was a cool party trick.

Vicky’s eyes were wide, smile pulling at her lips which she was trying to stifle. "Wait really?"

"Yeah don't ask. But anyway, once we got it all sorted all he had to do was pretend to be his dead female cousin. Named Emma Munson, made it real easy. And with his long hair, the people at the office thought he was a girl anyway and we got married. Both kept our names."If they ever actually got married, and god could a man dream, Steve would take Eddie’s name like so fast…!

Diana smiled through her about-to-pass-out gaze. “He does have lovely hair…” He made a dialing motion to Willow, who got up to call ahead to a hospital.

Kathrine huffed. "Treat you right, my ass! I don't see a ring."

Steve pointed at her, hoping he was not swaying like the room was. "Yes Kathy, because I'm going to flaunt my illegal marriage to my lovely husband in the middle of Hawkins indiana."

"You could get caught for this!" Aunt Carol shouted.

"Report me aunt Carol, and you will no longer see your husband. Or your children. You will all be in jail. I have dirt on every single person in this room don't test me. I just need to figure out which dirt I have on who, you are all horrible people. Wait not you Willow, you’re cool. And Kathy, but you are still a bitch honestly. Except you Vicky, I didn't even know we were related."

"Yeah it was surprising to me too."

In the end, migraine or not, Steve did not drive home. Diana was fine by the way, just… Yeah she did end up passing out. Dave was taking in by the police for starting a fight with Steve’s dad for, “putting a fag on this world,” seemingly not aware Steve’s dad shared his bigoted opinion. Carol got taken away for causing a fuss, leaving Kevin (who was on thin ice with the law) to bail out his parents. Kathrine and Willow drove their mom home, both without a license… but oh well. Steve’s parents were off to- Chicago? Honestly, how was he meant to keep track? He was decently sure Jessica called at some point, just to say hi. He thinks Vicky and the other Jones’s just went home… Maybe?

He vaguely remembered Grandma asking before they left. “Which one of you is a lesbian?” The cousins all shared a look as Kathrine said. “No one here I think. But me, Willow and Steve are bisexual.”

Vicky had chimed in. “Me too, actually.”

Grandma had only smiled again. “Oh how lovely, here’s a twenty.” Kevin made a confused motion as he did not get any money. But that explained the twenty dollars in his pocket and also HA! Suck it Robin the boobies are never wrong.

He drove home the next day once his killer headache settled and he told grandma all about his wedding, making up so many facts but honestly this would be the dream, apologizing for not inviting her over brunch. She waved the apologies off. “I have a bad hip dear, would have been too much excitement if it really was the stealth mission you are describing.” She was awesome and she was going to outlive them all probably.

God it was a shame his wedding day didn’t actually happen like that. Steve would have love it. Eddie would have too. Awesome husband. Yeah, perfect. (ignore his overcooking brain. Migraines are a bitch when trying to deal with reality.)

He fell into bed, needing like… a solid day to recover from the amount of family drama that was unloaded upon him. He dozed, still in his clothes from yesterday on his bed until he heard the door quietly open and someone draw the curtains closed. Oh yeah, that helped. He turned to squint, letting out a, “Hm?”

He felt a kiss gently pressed to his temple and saw Eddie. “Don’t worry sweetheart, just wanted to help you into something more comfortable. “Ngh, later…” Eddie ran a hand Through Steve’s hair, which was nice hadn’t his head hurt. Took his shoes off too, how sweet.

Eddie said quietly, “Okay princess. Later. Get some sleep. Tell me all about the family drama later.”

“Hmhm, g’d, y-... ‘maz’ng… -and…” What he meant to say was, god you are an amazing husband, something he would have been embarrassed about had he not been half asleep and Eddie couldn’t understand, chuckling. “Sure darling. Sleep first. Love you.” With a final kiss, Eddie left again so Steve could rest, warding off the rest of the party.

“Love you too.” God how did Steve get so lucky with his husband?

#stranger things #based on a prompt #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #accidental marriage #fanfiction #ao3 #fanfic #inspired by the thanksgiving shorts by stanzi

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abbysanders2000 · 2 years

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Futuristic type babe (Marko x GN trash goblin time travler reader)

My very first request!! I hope this is ok @theratsareback definitely give me some feedback!! I'll not lie it's not my best work but I tried my dear

Y/n had no clue how they got into this situation. Well in a sense they did. Stupid ass science fair project. In reality they wanted to kick their own ass for even inventing the stupid time watch.

Before they know it they were thrown back into the 80s. How the heck they landed in Santa Carla was beyond them. You could guess where they currently were now but where would be the fun in that?

"So your trying to tell us that your a time travler?" David asked them from the wheelchair. "And your a goblin?! They gave goblins in the future?!" Paul asked getting all up close and personal with them.

"For God's sake Paul get out of their face dude." Marko laughed at his brother's excited nature. "He's like a puppy when he gets excited sugar." He said.

Y/n shook their head. "It's OK. I'm not a goblin no its just the name of my style." They explained. "You really get your clothes from the trash?" Paul asked. Y/n laughed. "Not exactly. What you guys don't like it?" They teased.

"To hell with what they think peach! I for one love it." Marko smirked as he sat down in front of them. A blush formed on their face. "Thanks." They said trying to hide their blush.

"I like it too. I think it's unique. It's better than the stuff some of the people around here wear." Dwayne said. "I know that one girls ass were eating her shorts. Gross." Paul said with a gag

David finally having listen to this banter long enough cleared his throat. Everyone looked at him as he began to speak.

"Well isn't this an interesting turn of events?" David asked sarcastically. "And why should I believe a word that comes out of your mouth hmm?" He asked as he shot daggers their way.

Y/n pulled out their smart phone. "What is that thing?" The boys asked as they gathered around them. "It's a phone boys." They giggled. "No its not. Phones are on the wall or in booths." Marko said.

"During this time they are. But in 30 years they are like this. You can take them anywhere now. Some people still use a land line though." They explained.

"That's so cool! What else does the future have??" Paul asked getting excited again. "I know one thing. It definitely has some hot babes." Marko said as he winked at them.

Y/n let out a nervous giggle. "Awww Marky you made them all nervous!" Paul cooed as he tickled Y/n's side. They squealed. "Hey! None of that! Their mine to tickle if I so please." Marko said wrapping his arms around them.

"They aren't a toy Marko." Dwayne chuckled shaking his head. He rolled his eyes. "I'm not stupid Dwayne I know their not. Unless you wanna be my doll." He smirked at them.

"That was corny as hell. But also very sweet." They said as they gave his cheek a kiss. Marko grinned from ear to ear. "And who says I don't have game." He said

"Me." All three boys said at the same time. "Oh shut up you guys!!"

Y/n smiled at the boys. They were beginning to like this place. Maybe this wasn't such a bad situation after all. After all they had an adorable boy flirting with them.

Marko gave their ear a little nip. "I'm gonna have so much fun with my futuristic babe. Isn't that right peaches?"

Y/n gulped but let out a soft word. "Right Marky~

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #x reader insert #marko x reader #request

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i-used-to-wear-the-fedora · 2 years

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Stranger Things Demon AU, Urgent

"What was up with that guy at the mall?" Steve finally asked Eddie as they arrived back at the trailer park. "That dude was a total asshole."

"Pffft, you're telling me." Eddie agreed as he got out of the minivan following Steve. "That was Jason Carver. King of Hawkins High and grade A douchebag. He's had it out for me since I started painting my fingernails black. Him and everyone else in this shit hole town."

"Huh, with your winning personality, I thought you'd be a lot more popular." Steve snarked as he followed Eddie back into the trailer.

"When you live in a place like Hawkins, everyone assumes that just because you like heavy metal music and Dungeons and Dragons, you have to automatically be a Satan worshipper."

"To be fair to them, you *did* summon me."

"I only did that because of this stupid book I found." Eddie replied. "Didn't think that shit was even real."

Steve wanted to reply but the phone on the wall next to him began to ring. Eddie walked past the demon and picked up.

"Munson residence, this is Eddie. What the fuck do you want?"

"Eddie!" An excited younger voice cut through the receiver. "Holy shit, I've been trying to call you all day."

"Hey, sorry I just got home." Steve hovered over his shoulder as he spoke. "What's up?"

"What's up? You said you were going to summon a demon with the book we found and then we didn't hear from you. We thought you like died or something."

"I'm fine Dustin. Well, mostly." The highschooler said as he glanced over at Steve.

"So did it work? Did you actually summon a demon?"

"....about that." Eddie stared at Steve, thinking for a moment before continuing. "I kind of have a problem."

"What kind of problem?"

"It's hard to explain. Meet me in the park by my house. I'll show you."

"Bring the book too, my mom will kill me if she realizes I took it."

Eddie hung up, turning and coming practically nose to nose with Steve.

"Jesus Christ!" Eddie jumped back. "You ever hear of this thing called personal space?"

"Who was that?" Steve completely ignored Eddie's question.

"Ugh, this kid from school. He's in this club I run." Eddie walked over to the table where he'd laid down the book from the night before and picked it up. "Gave me this. It's how I summoned you." The book was old, leather bound and falling apart at the seams. Steve snatched it from his hands. "Hey!"

"Where'd you get this?" Steve snapped at him.

"I just told you-this kid from school's mom. Why do you care?" Steve's eyes scanning the pages at Eddie grabbed at the book. Gripping part of it in his hands and trying to tug it away but the demon had a surprisingly strong grip. Okay maybe not so surprising considering he cold cocked Jason Carver, but still. The two fighting over the tome in a tug of war when there was a loud rip. The book tearing in half as both boys were sent flying to the floor.

"Ow...." Steve groaned loudly. Looking down to see he'd landed on Eddie, elbows first.

"Fuck dude, get your fat ass off me." Eddie pushed the demon off. Struggling for a moment to sit up.

"I'm not fat." The demon frowned. Eddie looked around the floor and let out a muttered curse as he began to gather up the pages.

"Great. Now you broke the book."

"Me? You tried taking it out of my hands."

"Because you stole it!" Eddie snapped back angrily. "Dustin's going to chew my ass out for this."

"It was an accident. I'm sure he'll get it."

"What the fuck did you do?"

As Eddie predicted, Dustin very much did not understand as he pushed the remnants of the book across the picnic table to the younger boy.

"You can thank that dingus over there," Eddie jerked his thumb over his shoulder to point at Steve moping by the tree line. Dustin followed his finger and squinted as he looked the guy over.

"Who the hell is he?"

"A demon. Apparently." Eddie watched Dustin's eyes widen.

"You've gotta be shitting me, seriously?"

"I wish."

"Why does he...look like that?" Dustin gestured to the guy's clothes. "I thought he'd be more intimidating-wait why's he still here?"

"Because I didn't make a deal." Eddie grimaced as he looked over the destroyed book. "I don't want to sell my soul, I didn't think this would even work! And now he says I'm stuck with him until I make a deal...or I die."

"Shit man."

"Yeah. I was hoping you could find a way to fix this in the book but now it's all out of order and I can't read half of it cause it's in Latin. "

"Might take some scrap booking and translation but we can figure something out. I think Max could translate some of this. She spent a whole summer at some weird Catholic camp. Until then I guess you're stuck with him."

The two turned back to see the demon as he swatted himself in the face in an attempt to smack away a bug.

"You sure he's a demon?"

"Yeah. He's got wings and everything. His name's Steve."

"A demon, named Steve?" Dustin laughed. "That's like the least scary name I can think of. Steve?!"

"Hey I can hear you!" Steve called out to the two, clearly offended by what they were saying.

"So what are you going to do Monday?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you just going to leave him at home? You have to go to school."

Eddie paused. He...actually hadn't thought about that.

"Probably. It's not like I have to be next to him all the time."

#fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things au #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #eddie x steve #demon au #dustin henderson

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inexchangeforyoursoul · 1 year

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time for some actual blogging bc why not

So anyway, I read that gay Chinese zombie book. I have not read an actual book since forever and was doomed, when originally writing this, to wait out the arrival of the rest of the series that I've promptly ordered, and you know what? Let's write a review is what.

For the dry tl;dr we are talking about a strong 8.5 for the first volume, and even that is because of display A, me not being interested in 80% of the school flashback chapter, and display B, the kajillions of similar names that get spiced up with the 2-4 fancy titles of the big shots which get used interchangeably as per demand. Not my demands, but probably good manners' which I'm a stranger to. The short bios of people in the front are a blessing if you want to follow who's who early on; obviously, I didn't savor it as if it was some holy scripture, but for the first chapter you also don't even need it.

Speaking of content, this was not something I expected with my main previous information source being random osmosis via internet. In fact, all I knew is that a main character comes back from the dead, there's other dead people, everyone is wearing pretty much traditional clothes and it's allegedly some good gay shit.

But this wasn't much of a preparation. See, that info was out of context mumbo-jumbo, much like what I'm trying to tap together right now to avoid spoilers. This isn't a fantasyfied period piece or a love story despite one of the main characters working a whole ass pine plantation. (Wonder how long it will take Wei Wuxian till the yuan drops, really. Current gayness rating is 3/10 btw as apart from his body having belonged to an outed twenty-something year old and him playing it up for either giggles or strategy, there's not much else to it.) What I'm trying to say is that man, when I bought the paperback seeing it was 50% off for roughly 5 'Murrican bucks I certainly wasn't expecting a supernatural action detective story with an enjoyable cast and a cliffhanger I wanted to punch a wall over. Color me intrigued. But there's another point I'd like to make.

The point being that the book is funny as hell. Of course this doesn't say much as my sense of humor is pretty niche, but I digress.

Wei Wuxian is a feral gremlin. A very professional and kind-hearted one, but a menace nonetheless. The number of times he's willingly done something irresponsible or stupid followed by regret .5 seconds later is on par with the number typos I've found in my translation. Which isn't a whole whole lot, but it's weird it happened as many times as it did. I'd ask how he's still alive, but, y'know…

The straight man to his antics (lol), Lan Wangji, is usually as interesting as a freshly whitened wall but when he isn't he's amazing. Also has the best scene in the whole volume, hands down. I was reassured there's more of the same to come and I'm filled with giddy anticipation because it had me thriving.

The Lan boys are sweethearts, I hope they'll stick around. They have their own little shenanigans and even if you aren't big on them you'll still look forward to their unexpected appearances once you realize that they are an indicator of shit hitting the whirling device and whipping up a whole entire storm in the very foreseeable future.

Wuxian's uh… nephew? I think it's his nephew. (He's called Jin Ling. I recognize it already, but haven't memorized it yet.) He is very punchable but obviously also a kid and I'm starting to worry for him, man. Either way, he has a demonic hellhound. Name's Fairy. Nuff said.

Then this new Xiao dude is fascinating me for a number of reasons, but even if he wasn't he had the funniest line in the book about 5 pages before things became wild and I was slapped across space-time and jail bars on the face with a to be continued.

The fact that this is a longer story that allows you to dwell on and theorize about stuff is also something I greatly appreciate as a One Piece and Homestuck fan. Theory crafting for an ongoing series is half of the fun, really!! (Ok, it's not ongoing, but I'm forced to treat it as such.) How will we get rid of Wen Ning's shackles? What even is he like when conscious? How long will it take for people other than Wei Wuxian's contemporaries to realize who he is? Will he drop the act himself seeing it's only a question of time until the info spreads? How close is Jin Ling to realizing that his uncle was right? Will he turn on Wuxian entirely or is he invested enough to stick around? Will he turn out to be a respectable cultivator later or be sacrificed for an especially tragic plot twist? What about Wei Wuxian's chances of survival in his current position? For that matter, will all the Lan boys live till the very end? Was the blind man pulling the strings all along or was he tricked into the murder and turned to the forbidden arts in desperation?? Are we fighting for our very lives or merely being tested right now?! Either way, the overpowered zombie talisman is nearby, the plot thickens!!!

So much to think about, I love it!

And although the whys and hows of the logistics are a total question mark, since about halfway through the volume, I have been about 80% convinced of who the unalive person we're on a quest to reassemble is. It's low-key worrying for a number of reasons, but whatever. But this is just a theory. A literary theory.

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The next volumes can't arrive soon enough, man. (Before I posted this, they already did. Brb I need to rehydrate.)

#Kate reads

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jlfletcher · 2 years

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OKA-415

In celebration of the yet-to-come second season of Sk8 the Infinity, I would like to share a prompt idea from my friend that I really liked. And my mind just fucking ran with it. (This was proofread and edited by one of my friends because I don't do words good.)

There's like 1300 words here and this isn't even an actual fanfic, holy shit.

The gang is shredding at S during a free-for-all contest and soon some dude just absolutely speeds past everyone, and what the hell? That's a weird-looking mask. Langa just stares at them and tries to make his way to them while thinking, "Woah, they're not skating like everyone else. How are they just swaying like that and are those headphones? Is this person really just jamming out to some tunes as they dance around everyone?!"

Eventually, everyone makes it to the end of the track and Reki rolls up to Langa like, "What the hell dude? You left me back there!", but then he follows Langa's line of sight aimed at the new skater. Reki just shakes his head attempting to drag his friend away, "Oh no, no, no. Stop challenging people you don't know." But Langa tells him that's not it, "It's just... that skater moves differently compared to the others. Kind of like... a snowboarder?" No that's not quite it, it can't be...

So Reki just shrugs and suggests that maybe they've done another similar sport like him. Langa opens his mouth to say something but they both freeze as they see the skater kick up their board and start to walk off with it under their arm but... WHY DOES THAT BOARD HAVE LIKE 10 WHEELS?! And they are just too flabbergasted to move. Miya mentions nonchalantly how stupid the two look with their mouths hanging open as they watch the skater disappear into the crowd, despite his own eyes stealing a glance at the mystery boarder.

It's the next day of class and guess what. There's gossip about a new transfer student that showed up recently (I know, how original). The transfer is in another class but the boys overhear it's some dude from California. What are they doing here? And this late in the school year? Anyway, some time after school, they head to the skate shop and see Oka talking to someone. He's laughing and genuinely enjoying the conversation with them? Sure, he's a nice guy, but why is he being so friendly with them? So they come in and Oka is quick to tell the mystery person, "Oh, hey guys. This is Reki and Langa. They work here."

Queue the airheads being confused because why is he introducing us to this... kid? Until they reach out their hand to greet them and of course, Langa shakes their hand immediately because who is this person who's smiling warmly at him? He thinks they look familiar until they turn their head quickly to mention something to Oka as he walks in the back and that's when he notices the S pin. Wait. Why are they wearing it as an earring? Then they turn back to shake Reki's hand and they have a second S pin?! They're just wearing them in broad daylight like fashion accessories and WHAM! it hits him. So Langa just blurts out, "IT'S YOU FROM LAST NIGHT?"

Reki was awkwardly mid-shake, because jeez their grip is so firm, when he flinches at hearing Langa yell and then he just stares at the person in shock before realizing what his best friend said. Oh! That skater! The one with the- Oka quickly comes out from the back with some boxes and a folder scolding the boys, "Why are you yellin'? Don't be rude." Then quickly the person turns to Oka and shrugs cause, "Hey man, it's alright. I think they recognized me from last night." And Oka smirks while having a little 'I told you so' moment, "Told ya that mask doesn't really hide anything." And the person can't help but chuckle back, "Hey! I don't wear it just to disguise myself, it's my culture! It has sentimental value to me!"

Oka teases as he sets out some papers between them on the counter, "Well... you could always dress like-"

"Don't.", they groan quickly, cutting him off.

"Aw, why not? People don't recognize him in that get-up."

"Dude, I'd overlook with his whole cultural appropriation thing of him dressing like a matador if he wasn't such a dick."

"Adam?", Langa questions.

"Yeah, that asshole," they state bluntly before grumbling quietly to themself, "...monopolized my uncle's skate spot."

Meanwhile, Reki and Langa are just watching this conversation unfold surprisingly amicably. And they're both practically vibrating as they wait for the conversation to end soon because they are dying to ask why the hell their board looked like that last night. Oka, who's hunched over the folder with the person, just offhandedly tosses over his shoulder to the boys, "Oh and they're the new owner. So be respectful." And bam, silence.

It takes a while before Langa pipes up, "New owner?"

The person just turns to the two and sighs curtly, "Yeah, this was my uncle's place but he passed recently and left it to me."

And that's it. Oka and them continue chatting like they didn't just drop a small bomb on these boys.

Oka, of course, being not so subtle, "Oh so... how's your sister?"

"I'm not dignifying that with an answer, you horndog."

"Aw, come on. You should tell her to visit, we haven't seen each other in a long time. The flight's only what 12 hours?"

"Hmm, how about you go to visit her since you like her so much?"

"Dude, I can't afford to fly to San Francisco."

"Well, I guess you can't afford to date her then. She's too busy for you anyway, Sho. You know being a businesswoman and all."

That makes Oka lowkey sulk and the boys stand there as they question awkwardly, "San... San Francisco? Like San Francisco... California?"

The supposed new owner turns and just gives them a soft smirk, "Exactly. Frisco 415." They quickly glance down at their uniforms and hum, "Oh, and I'm pretty sure we go to school together so, please take care of me...?" They furrow their brows in thought as they lean over to quietly ask Oka, "They still say that here right?", to which he just nods.

It's at this point that Reki can't contain himself anymore and just strides over to them. Asking a little too loudly as he grabs them by the shoulders, "What do you ride?!" And they quickly put a hand up to stop Oka from absolutely folding this kid as they chuckle softly, "It's okay, Sho. I'm pretty sure he means my board. Can you fetch her for me, please?"

Soon the boys are kneeling as they ogle and inspect the scuffed-up board set out on the floor like children. "That thing is tore up, by the way. What have you been doing with it?", Oka grumbles as he points at the areas on the documents they need to sign. They hum as they scribble initial after initial on the paper, "You know me, dude. She'd be in worse shape if she was someone else's. But I'll admit she needs a facelift. Oh, does this place still have-? Woah!"

And suddenly something warm and fluffy is on their back. They turn their head to see some familiar large ears, "SKETCHY?! Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you since you were kit!" And the boys are confused yet again as Sketchy nuzzles into them instead of biting them. At that, Reki can't help but mutter with a pout, "Who the hell are you?"

They hum as Sketchy perches on their shoulder while they scratch their final signature on the documents. With a sigh, they crack their knuckles in an attempt to ease the ache from all the writing, "Hmm, my skate name is Cuco but you probably didn't realize that last night." They saunter over to sit between the boys and run their hand over the dirty underside of their board fondly, smirking as they catch the boys still gazing at it, "And you guys look like you're wondering what this is. This is called a flowboard. The initial schematic was pretty cracked but after trial and error, my friends and I managed to hack it and make it more comfortable to ride... wanna try it out?"

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aaaaatillathenun · 8 months

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What the fuck is wrong with today? Did I just wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Is it cosmic?

It started so good. I woke up 45 minutes before my alarm and I was excited to get some “extra sleep”.

There was a big asshole truck driving on the way to work. Like I understand you want some small dick compensation but like at least be able to handle it if you feel the need to get one. This guy kept driving on the line and making me feel unsafe when I tried to pass him.

Then I did my stupid little one hour of work and I discovered that the fucking travel office changed the layout of the travel system we use without telling anyone. A couple weeks after they changed they layout of their website without telling anyone. I fucking hate the travel office. Someone I support has a report pending from a trip he took in April. That’s a whole different fiscal year, shouldn’t there be some consequences for your poor time management? I fucking. Hate. The. Travel. Office.

Then for my fucking class the lab manager didn’t come to open the door to the computer lab the class was in until 25 minutes after it started. Absolute waste of everyone’s time. Everyone was there at 8 in the goddamn morning for a class and your website and door both say that you’ll be there at 8. Where’s the communication? Absolutely fuming. I had to very consciously restrain myself from yelling at him, because honestly fuck that dude. I hope the professor chews him out. I should tell the professor that tbh.

The class was stupid as it always was. CliftonStrengths is a scam.

Then I got lost in the building like a chump trying to get out and I got pissed. I think you’re supposed to exit on the second floor, but how the hell am I supposed to know that? The star on the elevator was next to the first floor.

And its difficult to ride my bike when I’m hauling all the shit around to refill my snack drawer in an extra bag and all the fucking freshmen dont know how to walk on the sidewalks so bikes can get by.

My advising session was actually p good not gonna lie. Someone with the same advisor told me that she didn’t like the advisor bc she was so direct, but idk what she was on bc that was a great advisor and a person I get along with and would like to get the point of view more

Then back at work the fucking fire alarm went off. It was so fucking loud where I was and then we all had to hang out outside for twenty minutes until the firefighters came. And no one knows still if it was a drill or not but idek if it matters bc the “floor safety officers” were so bad at their job and didn’t really know what to do.

Then I found out that one of the systems we use wasn’t set up properly for me and I talked to my supervisor about it to try and get her to fix it. THEN I found out that I had actually been looking in the wrong place for a fucking year and it WAS set up correctly.

Also I checked my bank account and the term tuition has not been taken out of my bank account even though I have the payment confirmation. So I’ll wait for another like week and then check again.

I also realized that I forgot to pay rent and utilities for October. I need to let my roommate know that I’ll be renewing for another 6 months. However part of this non payment is bc she didn’t put any of the utilities i to tricount so idk what I owe her. I’ll get the check when I get home today tho. Hopefully she’ll let me waive the three day late fee because she also didn’t do anything for the utilities.

I hate when my job makes me feel like a travel agent and reimbursement machine but when it’s anything else I’m so out of my depth because all I ever do is travel shit.

Lets see how the rest of this shit day will go. I still have an hour and a half left of work plus I said I would show my face at a social event for my volunteer club, but that’s ok bc the new officers will be picking up the tab so I get a free drink or 2. But then I have a bunch of readings to do tonight.

Why the fuck did i decide that working and going to grad school at the same time and also living so far from everything was a good idea.

#personal #also why is it catching?#i mean honestly one of my friends in a different state is also having a bad day

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daenqyu · 3 years

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— they accidentally confess to their crush

includes: shinsou, bakugou, midoriya, todoroki and hawks

warnings: swearing

a/n: thank you for requesting <3 i love this idea! it’s so cute🥺 also, hawks’ may be a little longer than the others because it’s my first time writing for him and i got a bit excited👉🏼👈🏼

ps: i don’t mind writing for hawks if it’s a headcannon and/or texts! so feel free to request him :D and yes, this is a repoost because the algorithm hates me.

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @tetsuruo )

shinsou hitoshi:

it would happen so randomly and out of the blue

as i said before, i think shinsou is a really reserved and quiet type of guy

but that seems to vanish whenever he’s around you

he’s more talkative and constantly goes out with you so you guys can have some quality time together

you also make him really nervous

he’s pretty chill with everyone and seems to not give a fuck about most things

but with you?

that’s a whole different story

whenever you keep your gaze stuck on him when he’s talking and his eyes meet yours, his heart never fails to do backflips because fuck you’re so cute

(oh to have shinsou think i’m cute D:)

ok back to the actual hc,,,

you two were hanging out in your room, listening to music and just talking

even tho your best friends, shinsou never really tells you much about his personal life

of course you know the basics like his hobbies and all his favorite things

but he never talks to you about...crushes or anything

and you don’t like that because :( friends are supposed to tell each other this stuff, right?

it’s fun and makes the bond even stronger

so you decide to ask him because why not?

“hey shinsou?”

he’s sitting down next to you on your bed, your legs draped over his

which makes him feel all warm inside

it’s stupid and definitely not a big deal,

but it’s little things like this that make him fall more and more for you

“yes?”

“do you have a crush?” you wiggle your eyebrows at him in a teasing way, although he’s not even looking your way

a part of you is nervous to hear his response

because unbeknownst to shinsou, you reallyyy like him

and have been crushing on him for quite some time now, but since you’re so sure the feelings are one sided, you don’t tell him

he’s too invested on the game he’s playing on your switch, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he concentrates

so he almost misses your question

and when he does answer, he’s not even paying attention to the words that leave his mouth

“apart from you? no”

it takes him a good minute to process what he said

meanwhile you’re sitting there like :o

you certainly weren’t expecting THAT

like it’s a good thing!!!! but you’re kinda flustered

especially when shinsou finally looks up at you, eyes widened in surprise at his own bluntness as he opens and closes his mouth a few times, not knowing what to say now

“wait! i didn’t mean it like that!”

“you didn’t?”

he notices the slight pain in your voice and the way you move away from him slowly and he’s quick to apologize

“shit, okay...yes i like you but i didn’t say anything because i don’t want to make things weird between us or ruin what we have right now”

he’s looking everywhere but you

because he doesn’t exactly want to face you when you reject him

but you don’t ???

instead you giggle and before he can ask you what’s so funny, you climb on his lap to hug him, causing him to blush furiously

“i like you too, toshi”

the nickname makes him hug you even tighter while he hides his face on your neck

it was such a cute confession and even when you two start going out, you never stop bringing it up

which makes shinsou extremely embarrassed

“hey remember when you confessed and-”

“y/n, we’ve talked about this”

“oh come on! you were so adorable”

he pouts at you

“were?”

people think he looks so scary but he’s actually a whole ass baby

you roll your eyes before leaning down to give him a sweet kiss,

“you’re such a baby”

“hm, your baby”

“oh my god you did not”

yeah no, he’s in love with you👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @bakugousmyboy )

bakugou katsuki:

i feel like it would be pretty difficult to have bakugou accidentally confess directly to you

he knows how to control himself and his emotions so i doubt he’d actually ever do something like this

however,

he’s not that good at hiding his crush on you and mostly everyone on class 1A knows the boy is an absolute sucker for you

except you because apparently you think he’s just being nice

and everyone else is like wtf????

like he’s ALWAYS screaming at everyone

but when it’s you he doesn’t

in fact, sometimes he even lowers his voice so it won’t bother you

so that behavior is the one that caused him to be stuck in the situation he is right now

he sat in the common room with kirishima and kaminari, trying to eat his food in peace but the two idiots, as he likes to call them, wouldn’t shut up

he had completely blocked out both of their voices, focusing on finishing his meal and getting the hell away from them

until he heard your name being mentioned

“dude when are you gonna ask y/n out? everyone knows how much you like her so might as well you know,” kirishima bumps his shoulder against the blonde, only to receive a glare. “get some action”

“yeah bakubro, she’s super cute too” kaminari buts in and bakugou is about to punch them both in the face

“shut the fuck up. i don’t like her” bakugou scoffs

“but you’re such a softie for her”

“huh?! i treat her the same as i treat all of you extras!” oh but he knows he’s lying, you can’t even compare to any of your annoying classmates

kirishima smirks, “i’m pretty sure you’ve never once, raised your voice at her”

“so? that doesn’t mean shit”

kaminari looks at kirishima and the redhead nods at him, giving him the green light

“well since you don’t like her, you wouldn’t mind if i ask her out? because i’ve been wanting to-” kaminari can’t even finish his sentence before bakugou grabs him by the collar of his shirt

kaminari yelps, looking over at his other friend for help but he moves his head quickly, knowing better than to get involved

“you try and make a move on her and i swear to God i’ll blast you all the way across japan, dunce face”

bakugou’s voice is threatening and low, and kaminari knows he means every word so he quickly raises his arms in defeat and nods his head

“okay, okay! i swear i won’t”

little do they know that you’ve been standing behind them for a while now

you’re happy to know your feelings are reciprocated

but of course you want to tease bakugou about it

“hm did my ears deceive me or does boom boom boy have a crush on me?”

kirishima and kaminari take that as their cue to run away to their rooms, leaving you two alone

“tch, how long have you been standing there?” even as he glares you down, he can’t hide the blush on his cheeks

he didn’t want you to find out this way

or at all tbh

you walk over to him, a wide smile on your lips

“long enough”

afterwards you ask him if he wants to go watch a movie with you the next day and he’s lowkey mad because he wanted to ask you on a date first, but he doesn’t say no

you end up having way more fun than expected and you actually confirmed that bakugou was a softie for you

(turns out you were the last one to find out because literally everyone else knew)

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

OKAY HE’D BE THE MOST FLUSTERED OUT OF ALL OF THEM

he can barely function around girls in general so like, what does that tell you?

he likes you so much but he’s so scared

but he’s also so sweet to you even before you start dating oml

midoriya is a sweetheart, we all know this

and he pays so much attention to you

like if you are the mall one day and you see something you really like but can’t buy it for whatever reason well…

a few days later he gets it for you

he would say something along the lines of, “you seemed to really like it so i got it for you”

“you didn’t have to, izuku!”

“but i wanted to”

you’ll try to pay him back in some sort of way but he absolutely refuses

he loves pampering you

yet whenever you try to do the same he doesn’t let you and it’s: ✨annoying✨

anyways,

you were supposed to go to the movies

but midoriya had forgotten he had some homework to do, which was due the next day

“i’m so sorry y/n! i completely forgot, but i promise i’ll finish quickly” he tried to reassure you and you chuckle at the boy, so cute

“it’s okay, izuku. i don’t mind waiting”

you lay down on his bed, trying your best to keep your eyes open

but as much as you tried, you eventually fell asleep against the soft sheets, your best friend’s bed being just too comfortable

midoriya sat on his desk chair, writing down the answers as fast as he could so you guys could go watch the movie you were so excited about

he let out a sigh of relief when he finished, before taking his phone out to check the time

6:37PM, the movie starts at 7PM so we still have time

he stood up to tell you he had finished, but was met with your sleeping figure

your eyes were closed and soft snores left your slightly parted lips, hands gripping his sheets to your chest

the curly haired boy almost combusted at the sight

you looked so peaceful, so pretty

a smile grazed his lips as he made his way over to the bed

he sat down beside you, quietly admiring your features

feeling the mattress dip thanks to his weight, you began to wake up, but quickly shut your eyes when you noticed midoriya was looking at you

truth be told, you just wanted to scare him by suddenly jumping

but his next words made your breath hitch

one of his hands moved up to your face, resting it gently against your cheek as his thumb massaged the skin

your heartbeat was out of control and you forced yourself to calm your breathing so he wouldn’t notice you were awake

his touch was so gentle and sweet, you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away

“i wish i could tell you how beautiful you are” he whispered and if you hadn’t been so close to him, you probably wouldn’t have heard him

after hearing him say that you couldn’t stay still

you opened your eyes, a smile quickly spreading across your features as you turned around to face the green haired boy

midoriya almost had a heart attack when you moved, hoping you hadn’t heard him

but based on the mischievous grin you wore, he knew you had

“well you just did”

“y-you were awake?!”

“yup, i’m glad i was tho”

hE’S INTERNALLY SCREAMING

your gaze is flirtatious and you’re still grinning and he’s just >_<

“now let’s go or we’ll be late!”

midoriya can only nod before following you outside

once you’re on your way to the movie theater, you notice midoriya fidgeting with his fingers, his eyes glued to his shoes

you smile as you suddenly take his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers together

midoriya looks at you with a nervous expression, what is she doing?

“you know, you’re beautiful too”

you were looking at him with nothing but love in your eyes and he felt so embarrassed yet excited at the same time

because holy fuck you just called him beautiful AND held his hand???

he thinks it can’t get any better than this

and then it does when you kiss him a few weeks later😳🤚🏼

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @ambershaydeoffical )

todoroki shouto:

like bakugou, i don’t really think he’d be clumsy enough to accidentally confess

however, he does like to speak his mind and isn’t afraid to do so

he’s just really honest and blunt

way too honest

which gets him in trouble sometimes but oh well, that’s just the way he is and everyone is pretty used to his personality by now

though, after figuring out he liked you as more than a friend, he started to think more before talking

sometimes you liked to get his opinion on your outfits and/or hairstyles

so you’d drag him to you room and force him to be honest and tell you which one he liked most

it doesn’t matter what you wear, you always look beautiful

he wants to say that, but instead he goes:

“they all look good, i think the purple shirt really fits you tho”

“i was thinking the same thing!”

he doesn’t want to scare you off or make things weird

so he forces himself to hold back on his bluntness

at least when he’s with you

but one day he just can’t help himself

you were on your way back to the dorms after a tiring day at school

todoroki walked next to you, eyes glancing over to you from time to time so you knew he was listening\

you were currently rambling about how shitty your love life was

claiming that there must be something wrong with you since no one seemed to pay attention to you- at least romantically

“i mean seriously, am i doing something wrong or is everyone i’ve met just not for me??”

you had your cheeks puffed out, a pout on your lips as you kicked the small rocks on the floor

todoroki smiled softly at your complaints, thinking irony could be quite funny sometimes

until you spoke up again,

“maybe i’m just too ugly or boring, that’d make more sense”

todoroki almost stops dead in his tracks to see if you have a fever

how could you say that????

you’re so gorgeous to todoroki, and interesting

you’re probably the first girl he’s ever liked this much in his life

and you have the audacity to doubt your worth just because other people can’t seem to appreciate you??

uh uh, he’s not having it

and so, the words come out before he can even register them properly

“if you were as ugly as you say are then, i don’t think i’d like you as much as i do”

your eyes widened and you stopped walking, wondering if you had heard him right

todoroki stops walking too, and once he realizes what happened, he’s looking away, trying to come up with a valid excuse as to why he said that

you, however, can’t stop staring at him

finding the way he glares at the ground adorable

a sense of happiness takes over your whole body when he doesn’t say anything to deny his sudden confession

because he cannot lie to you

you walk towards todoroki until you’re standing right in front of him and before he can even question what you’re doing, you plant a sweet kiss against his cheek

“good thing the feeling is mutual”

your words make him smile and he looks so happy

probably the happiest he’s ever been

and you feel proud of being the one responsible for that pretty smile of his

neither of you really rush into making things official

but the way todoroki lets you cuddle on his left side whenever you’re cold or how he waits for you every morning so you can walk together to class makes it more than clear that he really likes you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

takami keigo (hawks)

he’d be the type to not give a fuck about it

like he already confessed so what can he do?

nothing. exactly

he’s so cocky and flirty the whole time oml

he’d be shocked for a few seconds, but after seeing you were way more flustered than him, he’d just start teasing you

in a loving way of course

he’s also surprised you hadn’t noticed earlier on, considered how much he flirts with you, but then again, that’s part of his personality so

kinda makes sense you didn’t suspect anything

but he’s so cute and soft for you 🥺

okok so it happened the same day you got your results for your midterms

(you’re a college student here lol)

you had studied your ass off for this tests

staying up until 4AM and having to ditch your friends when they invited you to go out

so you were really positive

you squealed when your teacher hands you back the papers and you see the grade on the right corner

you felt happy to know that all your hard work wasn't in vain

the nerves you had been feeling since the day you took the midterms quickly vanished and were replaced with the feeling of pride

as you walked out of the building, you dialed the person who you wanted to share the news most with

he picked up after the second ring

“what’s up?” his voice was raspy and you ignored the butterflies that appeared in your stomach at the sound

“hey, i have great news!”

“care to elaborate?”

“you’ll find out when i get to your house”

“oh? and who said you could come over?” his tone is teasing and you can practically hear the smirk on his face, which makes you roll your eyes

“i did, now bye. i’ll be there in five minutes and order some pizza to celebrate” you don’t even get hear his complaints because you’ve already hung up

anyone who saw the way you two acted with each other would automatically think you guys were a couple

you were rather affectionate with each other; occasionally holding hands while you walked down the streets and even calling each other by your first names

that was just the bond you two had, and you loved it

he brought you so much comfort

it was almost ridiculous the way he was able to make you smile by simply calling or texting you

you had grown quite attached to the number 2 hero, but you constantly told yourself you needed to snap out of it

because you were friends

nothing more and nothing less

oh but how you wished there was more to your relationship than just that

you shook your head, as if that could help you get rid of the thoughts

true to your word, you soon found yourself outside of keigo’s house

the college you went to wasn’t that far away from there so

you pushed the doorbell and waited around two minutes before a sleepy looking keigo opened the door

his hair was messy and the way he rubbed his eyes and kept yawning let you know he probably had been taking a nap

you scoff, “were you sleeping?” you ask him as you walk into his home, smiling at the familiar scent

he chuckles from behind you, following you into his living room, “maybe, but you woke me up”

“can’t believe your lazy ass earned the number two spot”

“what can i say? it’s a talent,” he shrugs before sitting down next to you on the couch, resting his face on his hand. “so, what’s the good news?”

“so you know i took my midterms last friday, right?” keigo nods. “well, i got my results today” he raises his eyebrows in surprise and waits as you look for the papers inside your bag

once you get them out, you place them in front of your face so he can see for himself

keigo smiles proudly and it only widens when you look up at him expectantly, biting your lower lip

“holy fuck, that’s amazing! you did so good dove”

the nickname makes you weak on the knees but you’re quick to brush it off

you should be used to it, since keigo has been calling you that for quite some time now, yet it never fails to make your heart beat insanely fast

you nod excitedly and put the papers down before you start talking about your experience

keigo can’t help but admire you

you look so happy and cute

it makes him want to kiss you

he wants to shut you up by kissing you, and it sound mean and disrespectful but you just look so gorgeous 😡

and instead of randomly kissing you, he blurts out a confession

“math was probably the hardest but i managed to pass it too, surprisingly, so i-”

he doesn’t even know what you’re talking about anymore, too focused on your smile

“God i like you so much”

you shut up instantly

did you hear that right?

or was your mind playing tricks on you?

keigo looks away momentarily, before locking eyes with you and tilting his head to the side, waiting for a reaction

which he gets soon after because you can’t handle the way he’s looking at you

you look away, hiding your face the best you can

“w-what did you say?”

he smirks after hearing the stutter in your voice

he gets closer to you, until he’s right in front of your face, before saying:

“i like you, y/n”

you don’t know what to say

what are you even supposed to do???

keigo just confessed

your best friend and crush just confessed to you

that’s not something that happens everyday

“i um, like you too” you don’t look at him and he almost chuckles at your shy expression, but decides not to embarrass you any further

“happy to hear that”

he doesn’t say anything for a while and you wonder what the hell is going through his head right

he’s probably just messing with me. oh my God he probably is and i just said i liked him too so what-

your train of thought is cut off when you feel the blonde ruffle your hair while looking at you lovingly

you slowly look up to him

“i’m proud of you, dove”

fuck

“t-thanks”

“now, i think this is something worth celebrating and i’m not talking about pizza. so let me take you out”

“it’s fine, keigo. you don’t need to-”

“can’t hear you, give me about fifteen minutes and then we’ll get going”

you try to tell him no, that it’s fine and you can just eat pizza but he ignores you and still takes you out to eat

i’ll say it again: he’s so sweet :(((

he pays for the food and gives you his jacket when you get cold

he even treats you to some dessert !!

he also kisses you good night when he drops you off at your house <3

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slugtranslation-hypmic · 2 years

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quick slug: ur three favourite things about each hypmic characters (could be anything) GO

Off the top of my head as fast as I can, let's go, things I like about each Hypmic character

(Under cut for length; gets increasingly incoherent as the list goes on... sorry)

Ichirou

According to Gentarou, if he were to be bodyswapped with Samatoki, his immediate reaction would be to try to drink the water in a vase in Samatoki's office

Love his rapping (non-manga). Super consistent rhythm, hella easy to work with

Loves curry; good fucking taste king

Jirou

Even though he "hates" Saburou outwardly, he still looks out for Saburou constantly and cares for that little fuck. Wonderful boy

His singing voice is hella pretty actually

"The popo? More like the poopoo!"

Saburou

Requiem

I love how fucking rude he is to adults. Normally, you'd think that a battle between an adult and a young teen wouldn't be fair to the teen, right? WRONG this kid is savage as shit god bless

Love his hacker stuff; good taste, kid

Samatoki

He's so fucking stupid (affectionate)

He's the most generous, kindhearted motherfucker alive for those he sees as part of his family

This tough-ass gangster has an extreme passion for vintage clothing

Juuto

Whenever there's a live show, the audio producers have to turn down his voice actor's mic because he's so much louder than the rest of the cast. This once backfired when they accidentally turned down all of MTC and made Samatoki and Riou completely inaudible

Delightful how much he goes "tsk, tsk, tsk *glasses glint*" when Samatoki's angry and then has a hairtrigger temper

Wears gloves; good fucking taste king let's go glove-wearing gang

Riou

Kindest person in the entire cast. He offers Doppo calming tea at their very first meeting despite Doppo being an utter stranger. Why does Riou have it? Who the hell knows? He just wants to feed everyone he comes across. The grandma instinct

I have ultra-intense feelings about topics related to war, so I find it hella compelling that a character whose entire sense of identity is based around being a soldier takes issue with war and violence towards other people. He isn't willing to take the slightest chance to hurt someone else and tries to restrain his teammates if they go too far. The person he respects most is one who questions their orders to do harm and urges him to do the same. This strength of Riou's moral character is my favorite thing about him, and I wish, I wish, I WISH we got to see more of it and its development.

He and Dice are homies and he willingly takes care of Dice and gives him money with zero expectation to ever get it back. He and Dice respect one another so much. Hell to the fucking yeah.

Ramuda

I keep talking about this, but when left to his own devices, he keeps on acting again and again in ways that are contrary to the way he was raised that actually show care and affection for other people. That is a hell to the yes from me

Man he works so hard for his fashion line which he does really seem to care about. He's got a crap ton of other shit on his plate but he puts his heart and soul into that damn fashion line. Good for him

His interactions with Gentarou and Dice are just phenomenal. He cares about them and their happiness so much. Beyond simply taking care of Dice, he takes care of Gentarou too. Remember when he met Gentarou and one of the first things out of his mouth was that Gentarou was kind for telling the lies he does? Ramuda got a bunch of information on this random dude from Chuuouku, and his first words out of the gate were shit that cut right to the core of Gentarou and told Gentarou something he needed to hear. Fucking radical, Ramuda. Fling Posse is your creation

Gentarou

The creativity he shoes in all of his acting moments is top class. Love his sense of humor; he's fucking funny as hell to translate too

The care he shows his friends by defending them verbally constantly. The way he is so perceptive of their boundaries and yet is still always there as a rock to support them

His intense dedication to his brother's cause and investigating the depths of Chuuouku's corruption. On a similar note, the fact that ACAB is his middle name

Dice

PHYSICAL FUCKING PROTECTION BABY Dice is all about that, Dice is all about being there whenever you need him and however you need him. Is he gonna make a big fuss about it? Nah, he's not gonna say SHIT, he's just already there, that's what I'm talking about, Fling Posse POSSE

Damn good rapper; love listening to him go off

Dude's been dealt a shitty fucking hand and it clearly gets him down at times, but he's so good about standing right back up and continuing on. The perseverance. The positivity of this bitch

Jakurai

Amuses the fuck out of me with his constant dedication to making some of the most questionable decisions known to man

Jakurai's a good dude, though, even though I keep bullying him. He cares a lot and really goes above and beyond for many cast members. He needs to take better care of himself, but there's a good reason why Doppo and Hifumi trust him to the extent that they do and why Ramud and Hitoya trusted him as much as they did

Man. Okay his friendship with Ramuda. Not the falling out, but the part where Jakurai realized he was overstepping Ramuda's boundaries, backed off, and then devoted his energy to making sure Ramuda knew it wasn't his fault that Jakurai overstepped Ramuda's boundary and that Ramuda wasn't bad for having a boundary/sensitivity in the first place. Also, seriously - we can all agree that Ramuda is fucking obnoxious, right? I say this with utmost affection, but he would be so damn hard to get along with for most people. But Jakurai has virtually endless patience for him and keeps letting Ramuda learn new things and experience new things with him in a safe environment. That's good. That's really fucking good

Hifumi

The way he talks is so fucking goofy god bless. He sounds like what you'd get if you asked an alien to describe a teenager with their only knowledge to base this off of being a collection of 90s rom coms with bad subtitles

Yo this bitch is kind as fuck. He's scared as hell of all women but his number one concern in the stalker situation is the pain she's in and all her discomfort

This courageous motherfucker. I swear to god. The lengths he goes to in order to overcome his trauma is flat-out inspiring. Let me also just say while I'm here - this trauma happened at least ten years ago, right? And he still struggles with it on a daily basis, and canon says that's fucking fine because he's going at his own pace and I am SO! DAMN! HAPPY! they don't put a time limit on his recovery can we get a fucking hell yeah in the chat

Doppo

Bitch he's emotionally astute as fuck!! Saving Hifumi and Jakurai's sorry asses you go king

Wonderful with kids, caring mofo

In the manga when Hifumi gets knocked out and Doppo goes fucking berserk or when Hifumi is harassed at an office work party and Doppo straight up clocks the manager - that's the good shit. I love it when Doppo flips off the handle when people refuse to see the same Hifumi he knows and loves. That's good. He's demanding that the world treat Hifumi better, because if it doesn't, he'll stand the fuck up and make it

Sasara

Thanks to him, I can read the Osakan accent almost seamlessly now which is deadass a vital skill to have in my field so thanks Sasara

He's crazy manipulative which is hella fun to see in a character

He made himself into a walking stereotype in order to distract other people from causing each other (and himself) emotional pain. Who's the true Sasara deep down, though? Does Sasara actually know? Look at this avoidant mofo... I'm glad Rei's teaching him to communicate

Roshou

CARES FOR HIS FUCKING KIDS so DAMN MUCH; they clearly mean the WORLD to him and he's supporting them in every which way. And the kids love him back! Because he's great at his job! It wasn't his dream, but he rose to the challenge and GAVE THESE KIDS WHAT THEY DESERVE fucking phenomenal I love you Roshou

and that's honestly a great thing in its own right, because while he's clearly hung up on not achieving his dreams, he's also damn happy with these kids. And I love that. It's great that they're showing that you don't need to be a super high achiever or a dreamer to find your happiness. You can always make your place in whatever community you're in

Funniest motherfucker alive when he's not trying to be. Get Sasara's ass

Rei

Funny as hell how sketchy he is; extremely entertaining

The balls of this man to name himself MC Mastermind as his public display name. Off the charts

Without him we'd be missing four of the main cast members so I guess I should say thanks

Kuukou

God this glorious BITCH he has no filter! Which means all of his love can come out in its pure, unadulterated, crass form!

His self-control and discipline are hella inspiring and a reminder to always do better. "Slug, you're saying this because you wanted to be a monk-" Yes I most certainly am

Unerringly insistent on helping those who are at a point where they can't help themselves. Refuses to let them down. The Platonic ideal of the rickroll

Juushi

His vkei mode is enormously fun to read. Love that he keeps bothering Hitoya with it. Keep it up! Someone has to do it!

Was bullied for being himself and then leaned the fuck into it. Was more of himself than ever. Man, the guts of that. You go, Juushi, you fucking go. You radical son of a bitch

I like Juushi a lot (he's a good kid) but I like a lot of other characters more since Juushi doesn't push a lot of buttons for me BUT I am very grateful that he pushes buttons/resonates with so many other people. It's wonderful that he's here for the people who need him or want his story in their life

Hitoya

The conviction with which Hitoya talks is fantastic. He could convince the most wretched cast members to turn their lives around. Now go do that on Jakurai

Man's got a motorcycle hELLLLL YEAH BAAAAAABY WHOOOOOOOOOOOO I wish I was allowed to ride a motorcycle

For all of his shit about being inferior to Jakurai, that didn't stop Hitoya from being the friend that Jakurai needed all along. It didn't stop him from caring about Jakurai's well-being, and it was finally that care - and the notion that maybe Jakurai didn't think Hitoya was worthy enough to care about him - which drove their friendship apart. Then with all his shit about telling Juushi to get out of his office and stop crying, Hitoya cares about this kid enough to give him the resources to fix the issues causing him to cry. And for all his shit about not standing Kuukou, he gives Kuukou an opportunity to help someone else and finally prove his worth. Hitoya cares so fucking much and puts up a front to look like a cool guy. That's bullshit, of course, because the coolest thing of all is caring as hard as he does. It's a good thing his loved ones already know the extent of his love hiding behind that exterior

#not a translation #asks #hypmic asks

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thesevro · 3 years

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besties / headcanons

𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖔 𝖙𝖔𝖏𝖎, 𝖌𝖔𝖏𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖎 𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.4K words

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: how toji, satoru and kento would act as your best friend

GOJO SATORU

- Gojo may not be very loyal as your boyfriend, but he would definitely be one among your most loyal friends.

- Whenever you're sitting down at some place, literally anywhere, be it at a cafe or on some random stone ledge, he'll let you lean back into him.

- Gojo is tall, and he's somehow always so warm, so treating him as a platonic cuddle buddy would be so nice.

- So imagine you're exhausted from a long day and you find this stout little ledge to rest on. Gojo would sit down with you there.

- You could lean onto him, press your head into his shoulder and Gojo would actually feel very relaxed to have someone he trusts and holds dear next to him.

- Knowing that one of his closest friends is safe calms him to an impossible degree. He knows he's lost too many already.

- And if the day has been too long, he'll let you sleep on his shoulder. Let you enjoy having a little power nap while ignoring the little line of drool that will wet his uniform.

- Hip to hip, your head to his shoulder, it does not feel as romantically intimate as it could be, but he loves that you're here with him all the same. He's always been scared of losing his friends, no matter how well he hides it.

- So he'll keep you warm as you nap on his shoulder.

- PARTING FROM OUR ANGSTIER PARTS... Gojo would be the best hype-man.

- You wearing a dress that barely reaches your knees and flaunts your ass whenever you jump? He'll cheer for you and scream, "THAT'S MY HOT BESTIE!!!"

- You have a crush on some dude? Some gal? He'll get very close with that guy or gal and tell them all the good things about you.

- If you like someone from the school it'll be even worse for you. He would blatantly skip missions just to set your crush up with you as your partner.

- Gojo would be a great, awesome, amazing BFF and you cannot tell me otherwise.

NANAMI KENTO

- Nanami as your friend would just be. Aw.

- He would be the most attentive friend out there.

- You just come back from a mission, hair and clothes a mess, face streaked with blood? He'll let you use his handkerchief to wipe the mess off. And he'll fetch some bandages for you if you need it.

- If you're bed-ridden, he'll stay by your bedside and talk to you there. Silence with him is also just... so nice. So peaceful. So serene.

- Nanami would even make you coffee, tea, whatever it is you like just so he can help you feel more refreshed after whatever tiring mission you went on, or whatever complicated job it was you had to finish.

- He knows what your favorite drink is. What your favorite food is. He also knows the best place to find both.

- Will eat lunch together with you every day at the school, or at yours or his favorite restaurant.

- He can't really make food for you... so he always buys something for lunches at the school with you.

- Sometimes he'll just stand in front of one of the school vending machines, in undeniably deep thought about what your drink of the day could be.

- Whenever he visits your favorite coffee shop, or whatever place sells your favorite drink, he'll ask the cashier to add the specific extras you like incorporating into your drink. He knows all of them.

- AND OKAY. LISTEN. NANAMI WOULD TOTALLY CALL YOU AT THREE A.M. TO RANT ABOUT WORK.

- Of course he would first say something along the lines of, "I must apologize for bothering you. I promise to buy you (insert fav. drink) and (insert fav. food) and (insert fav. dessert) tomorrow. Promise." Then he finally reveals how stressed he is, "But. Are you aware of how much I want to wring Gojo Satoru's neck and kick him off a cliff?"

- It would turn into some sort of comedy, where Nanami mocks every single person who has stressed him out (Gojo Satoru for once in your life just STFU) in that sonorous, baritone rumble of his.

- Imagine hearing something like that at three in the morning. Sometimes it makes you question why it is no one has asked the guy out yet. (AND WHY YOU HAVEN'T DONE THAT EITHER.)

- Nanami would also be the BEST listener.

- You have a problem with something? With someone? Okay. He'll hear you out. Will not interrupt you while you're speaking. Not once will he do that.

- If it's something serious, and you start sniffling or maybe even crying, okay let's be honest he wouldn't really know what to do...

- SO. Because he doesn't know, he'll do what he sees everyone else do.

- He'll hug you. His arms will be stiff and that deep pit of awkwardness will definitely form in his stomach, but if it helps you, he'll do it all the same.

- If this is your first time crying in front of him, he'll only pull out one of his handkerchiefs and hand it to you. Sorry, but he wouldn't know how else to comfort you.

- He'll also comfort you with words of logic. Nanami has that perspicacious outsider's perspective that lets him see the rational portion of everything.

- BUT HE WOULD ALSO BE SO UNDERSTANDING. If you voice that you think your feelings are stupid, or dumb, he would FIRMLY insist that no, no (Y/N), your feelings are not stupid. Your feelings matter to me. And nothing that matters to me is "stupid."

- And he would proceed to help you find a solution to your problem, or would just hear you out some more. You can be honest with him and he would not judge you for any of your feelings.

- In conclusion, Nanami Kento would be the most caring BFF out there.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

- Okay HEAR ME OUT ON THIS. HEAR ME OUT.

- Toji would be an AWESOME best friend.

- He would be the guy you could punch in the arm with abandon.

- Toji would ALSO be the mean tease of a friend who is able to bed you at least once.

- After getting you in his bed though he'll let you go back to the casual thing you share, if that's what you want. But if you want to be together, well... he would be willing to try, but only because you're his friend.

- It may or may not work out. But he does try to make it work. Whether it does in the end... depends.

- MOVING FORWARD, again, Toji would be the friend you could punch without being hit back for it. He'll just be like yeah, okay short stuff then move on.

- He's just someone you could debate with, have fun with, and tease and test to no end.

- AND TOJI is the type of guy who would be super casual about letting people stay over at his house. You had a tiring day? You want to crash at his house? He'll let you.

- You open his door and he'll look at you like he was expecting you, but maybe that's because you'd just ranted about how someone at work had treated you like shit.

- You know. Through the private messaging app only assassins like him use. But since you're his bestie he let you download it too.

- HE CALLS YOU EVERY SINGLE PET NAME OUT THERE TOO

- And he always greets you with, "Something wrong, short stuff?" when you come through the door

- AND HE WOULD EVEN CALL YOU "PRINCESS" WHEN HE REALLY FEELS LIKE PUSHING IT

- And listen bitch even if you're tall... this asshole is literally as tall as Gojo (I think?????) AND he's a DILF. So shut your mouth, short stuff.

- At his house you can either: 1. Order take-out and eat together on the dingy old table someone's great-grandfather used to eat on; he might pay if you really aren't feeling it but he's also an avaricious, money-hoarding bitch (in other words, broke) soooo don't expect much. Or 2. Just sleep on his couch while he watches TV. His bed smells like shit and really his couch isn't any better buuutt at least it doesn't have... stains.

- And please, don't even think about venting your feelings to this guy. He would either laugh his ass off at you or only nod with a tight smile of discomfort on his face.

- Princess, he won't be tucking you into bed, but he'll definitely have some leftover pizza ready for you in the morning. His love language is lazy as hell, but it's love all the same.

- Though your pizza will most definitely be either burnt or cold as shit.

- But either way, he cares.

- So if you're feeling down because someone looked at you wrong in the streets, expect to see a "Missing Person's Report" on the news in the morning.

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xxlost-cityxx · 3 years

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ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS

Ship/Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki

TW/CW: Rough anal sex, virgin Katsuki Bakugou, slight choking, slight piss kink/bladder control, brief spanking, rimming, bottom Katsuki, dom Kirishima, begging, crying, anal fingering, degredation and praise

I posted this on Ao3 literally last night, so enjoy.

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Stupid fucking Kirishima with his stupid fucking face and stupid fucking body-

Again. Once-a-fucking-gain. Katsuki was hard at work. Kirishima had simply aided Katsuki in a surprisingly powerful villain attack- even though everyone knew Dynamight had it under control. But Eijirou's help...made it easier to take down the villain- NOT that Katsuki needed his help in the first place.

The villain landed a hit on Katsuki and he flew into a pile of concrete and wooden rubble, and the next thing he saw was Red Riot, unhardened, nearly body slamming the guy into a wall, digging his forearm and elbow into his neck and his knee between his legs. It looked painful for the villain and it looked like Ejirou was definitely holding back from completely crushing the dude's balls...But. The way Kirishima was looking at the guy, a stone cold face, a deadly glare he hasn't seen since the last time Eijirou had heard Monama talk back in U.A. He was mad. And Gods if that sight didn't make him pop a boner-

So now here he was. Virgin Katsuki pretending he was too good to be around all his druken friends who were surely getting laid tonight, meanwhile, all Katuski would do tonight is ride his dildo until the sun came up.

Bakugou couldn't jack off. It wasn't really a fact, but he's pretty sure that any man would avoid jacking off with even a small risk that you might blow your own dick off, especially if you were gay. Gods bless the prostate. And really, it takes forever to cum riding 6 inches of colored silicone without touching your dick, but the point was, it got the job done and no one knew his secret to having 'thunder thighs' or some shit. He still remembers the first interveiwer who asked about his leg day routine, stating that he had entranced everyone with his thighs or some shit. He never thought he'd be referred to as 'thick' or whatever it was.

He took another shot of vodka, ignoring the pestering jealousy as he watched Kirishima dance with Denki. It was obviously platonic, not only did they repeatedly state in multible interviews that they were 'strictly bromance' and that they liked fucking with their fans's minds, Denki was dating Dead Eyes and Earphones.

Bakugou wasn't even a little tipsy really, it took a lot to get him drunk. It took a lot to get any of them drunk, but that didn't stop anyone from trying. But Bakugou wasn't going to go home drunk and have drunken masturbation for 5 hours, never was his thing. So he'd stick to being sober for tonight.

He growled as Kirishima's hand was on Denki's hip, Kaminari's back against Eijirou's chest. The much smaller blonde wiggled his hips against Kirishima's surely soft dick. Sero and Mina were laughing their asses off from their seats, Denki smirking and trying to be as dramatic and intimate as he could, a few phones recording them.

Katsuki growled to himself, slamming the shot glass on the bar top so hard it slightly cracked. He stood up and grabbed his coat, oblivious to how red eyes quickly switched from watching the smiling and laughing faces of his friends to laser focused on the ash blonde in a split second.

As Katsuki left the bar, he grumbled to himself until he was outside his place.

An hour later, he was panting. It felt like his entire body was covered in lube by the time he was bouncing on the silicone properly. He frowned, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt the head bump into his prostate with practiced movements, usually a feeling that would have him gasping and shuttering, but he wanted this cock to be Kirishima's. He was sick and tired of riding an inanimate object that didn't praise him, didn't make noise, didn't cum. He wanted to be pinned and fucked so hard he would have to call off work the next day.

He whimpered as his toned thighs easily let him travel up and down the silicone. Silicone. He couldn't even get himself hard, he was soft, even with his ass stuffed and his prostate stimulated, he was soft. There wasn't a twitch, and even his prostate felt dull.

He groaned to himself, sliding off the dildo and reaching for his phone. He quickly unlocked it and pulled up his gallery with his singular 'clean' finger, quickly going to his hidden folder and clicking on the picture that always got him hard. Kirishima did a photoshoot nearly 6 months ago, he was in a kimono that was completely opened with white pants that banded to his stomach. He stared at Katsuki through the picture, a belt in his big, tanned hand. He already felt his cock harden slightly, a small frown painting his face as that was like a weak attempt at mimicking his usual reaction to the picture.

He slid back on the dildo propping his phone against his wall and started bouncing. He imagined those toned hands sliding against his back, barely touching him, and it was almost like he could feel it, his body twitching with slight interest. He imagined his voice, telling him to ride the dildo, training his hole for what was surely a monster cock, Eijirou too nice to let Katsuki destroy himself on his cock right off the bat...unless… What if he would just fuck him? And that got his reaction. His dick was fully hard now, but it wasn't aching with need like usual.

What if Eijirou would slam into him as soon as the dildo was out? Would he let Katsuki adjust, or would he pound him into oblivion with the raw power his body held?

He let out a moan, but the pleasure didn't last long as his phone started ringing. He nearly flinched, scowling at his phone for ruining what he worked hard for, but his face sofened as it was Kirishima calling him.

His mouth went dry, his eyes slightly wide. He doesn't know what really compelled him to answer the phone, but as Kirishima's voice rang through the other end, he couldn't help but bite his lip and shift on the dildo. "W-What do you need, Dumbass?" He asked, cursing himself for starting his sentence off weak. "Haha- Hey, Kat! I just wanted to made sure you were okay. You hit that rubble pretty hard today, and you left earlier than usual." His cheery, sober, voice said. Katsuki closed his eyes, slowly rolling his hips up the dildo, the familiar arousal burning in his stomach, finally.

He stifled a whimper, "M' fine, Shitty Hair…." He pretended to grumble out, desperate to think of something to keep him on the line as long as possible. "That's great! I was a little worried, y'know. Didn't want to lose the manliest man I've even known since highschool!" He said, and Bakugou's heart did a mixture of dropping and fluttering. He felt guilty for trying to get off to his voice, clearly ignorant and innocent, but he couldn't help but acknowledge that he didn't refer to him as his best friend which would usually put him down. He squeezed his eyes shut and rolled his hips, gasping as he accidentally his his prostate. He dropping the phone, slapping a hand over his face. "Katsuki!? What was that?" Kirishima urgently called. Bakugou's dick was on fire, his body was alight with arousal, if only Kirishima knew.

He hesitantly picked up the phone. "I'm f-fine~ Shitty Hair!" He replied, cursing himself for not stopping himself from slowly bouncing on the dildo again.

Silence.

He slightly wondered if he accidentally hung up, but there was still static. "I'm not stupid, Katsuki." Kirishima suddenly said. Bakugou froze. His voice was lower but soft, almost like he was hesitant to say it in the first place. "W-..What the hell are you talking about?" He asked, not daring to move on the dildo, even though he wanted to take advantage of Kirishima's tone so fucking bad.

"Are you getting off right now?" Kirishima asked, Bakugou suddenly became aware of how slick and schelchy the lube was. Bakugou's throat closed up, his mouth too dry to produce words. "Fuck…" Kirishima whispered, the sound making Bakugou's eyes widen. "Are you trying to fuck with me…?" He asked, but Bakugou wasn't deaf to the distant sound of Kirishima nearly break checking himself.

Bakugou whimpered quietly, but a part of him prayed that Kirishima heard him, and as his breath hitched over the phone, he knew he did.

"Fuck-" Kirishima groaned. Bakugou gasped at the sound, bouncing on the plastic lightly once again, the lewd noises surely reaching the phone. "C-Come over." Bakugou's stern voice said, once again sounding weak in the beginning. "Already on my way." Kirishima nearly whispered back.

Bakugou's body was on fire, every part of him was twitching. The call ended only a minute ago, and suddenly Bakugou's night was going to change who he was. He was hard, nervous, excited but horny above all else. As soon as he heard his front door open and nearly slam shut, Bakugou gasped, trying to let out his nerves. Heavy, fast footsteps made their way down his halls, and suddenly Bakugou was conscious about how he should present himself.

He didn't have time, and so he let himself be cocky, leaning forward on his hands, arching his back and rolling his hips on the silicone gracefully, and it probably looked a little too good based on how smooth the action felt. But he didn't have room for his usual pride, Kirishima was stuck in the doorway with his mouth slightly open and wide eyes. Bakugou looked at him in the mirror to his side, and his eyes were staring at him.

"Holy fuck.." He groaned, his hand slowly moving to his crotch, but he gripped the inside of his thigh. Mid. Thigh.

Bakugou's eyes widened as he finally had the rough sketch of Eijirou's cock in his mind, and fuck he wanted to go stupid with cock.

"C'mon…" Bakugou nearly whimpered, rolling his hips a little more dramatically. Kirishima groaned in the doorway, slowly walking into the room, Bakugou's position giving him the perfect view of his pink, glistening and stretched hole swallowing the silicone easily, the dildo's girth seemed pathetic to what Eijirou knew he had.

Eijirou knelt down behind him, and as Katsuki smiled, expecting him to caress his body, that didn't happen.

Kirishima quickly wrapped his hand around the smaller man's throat, yanking him back to meet his still clothed chest. Bakugou wheezed at the unexpected and sudden movement, but fuck if his own cock didn't love it already.

"Riding this pathetic dildo while I was out there concerned about you, hm?" He darkly whispered, his finger tips lightly digging into his neck. Bakugou whimpered, wiggling his hips back, trying to get a feel for the man's clothed cock for himself. Kirishima sighed, almost in disappointment. "Tell me.. What were you thinking about? Riding this pathetic excuse of a dildo." He asked, talking right into Bakugou's ear. Bakugou let out a stuttering breath, squirming in Kirishima's sturdy grip.

"Tell me."

Bakugou gasped at his dark tone paired with his hand gripping his entire neck roughly. He wasn't used to feeling so small compared to someone else, but fuck he was loving it.

"Y-You…" Bakugou gasped out as Kirishima loosened his grip just enough. "What about me..?" He asked, only slightly softer.

Katsuki's cock was aching, begging for the same attention Eijirou was giving his throat. "H-How hard you would fuck me- How big your cock is…" Bakugou finally admitted, squeezing his eyes shut.

Kirishima hummed in his ear, his hand moving to the back of Bakugou's neck instead and pulling him up to his feet. Bakugou let out a guttural moan as he was ripped off the dildo still suctioned to the floor.

Kirishima hummed, noting how the dildo really did look like a pathetic version of himself.

Kirishima dragged Bakugou to his bed, glaring at the blonde when he tried to move. He pulled off his own shirt and pants quickly before joining him on the bed. Bakugou's eyes quickly widened at the sight, his mouth slightly open and his face slightly filled with fear and shock, but quickly replaced with determination. "Better fucking prep me, asshole." Bakugou spit out, laying on his back.

He didn't expect Kirishima's rough nature to continue though. Eijirou glared at Bakugou before swiftly gripping his neck and pinning him further into the mattress. "Excuse you? Who the fuck do you think you're talking to right now? Order me around again, I fucking dare you." Kirishima spit out a look of fake disgust on his face. Bakugou was shocked by the moan that left him, more than happy with his decisions from tonight, at least so far.

He yelped as Kirishima's hand left his neck and grabbed his hips instead. Kirishima pulled his ass into the air, Bakugou's legs spreading automatically, falling to almost meet his chest. "W-What are you gonna do?" Bakugou asked, eyes wide with arousal. "None of your fucking buisness." Kirishima spit out, digging his thumbs into the stretched pink muscle. Bakugou gasped as Eijirou pulled his rim apart, testing just how stretched he was.

Bakugou saw his cock when he took off his pants, the way it weighed itself down, how his fingertips would definetly have trouble touching each other, and the fucking length- he wondered if Kirishima would actually show through his stomach…

As Kirishima added a finger to stretch and play with his rim, he decided to take down the roughness, only for a couple seconds though. "Use the traffic light system, okay?" He almost ordered, wanting to keep the same sexual energy but also let Bakugou know there was a safe way out. Bakugou's breath stuttered and he quickly nodded, having read enough fanfiction about being fucked by Kirishima and having done enough research to know something as simple as the traffic light system, and he's so fucking green.

Bakugou didn't expect a tongue to enter him though.

Bakugou nearly shouted, gripping at the sheets before pathetically trying to reach for the other man's head. "N-No!" Bakugou shouted, but it was moan filled and an empty request. Kirishima's eyes shifted to Bakugou, lapping his tongue over the blonde's rim before softly shoving it inside as far as he could.

Bakugou was squirming around at the foregin feeling, gasping every time he moved his tongue, it felt so warm, soft and perfectly wet.

Kirishima took his mouth away, licking his lips as he roughly slammed 3 fingers into the unsuspecting hole. He quickly spread them as far as he could, Bakugou's gasp turning into a pained moan. As Kirishima softly stroked his slightly pulsing insides, Bakugou was panting with wide eyes. "Beg." Kirishima ordered darkly, jamming his fingers into Bakugou as far as he could, hitting his prostate hard.

Bakugou moaned out, caving in on himself because of how Kirishima held his ass up. But he wouldn't beg.

After a few seconds of soft finger thrusting and no begging, Kirishima picked up the pace, slipping one of his fingers out, knowing Katsuki won't like the lack of fullness anymore. He jams his fingers into his prostate every time, Bakugou's eyes nearly crossing as he tries to arch his back but just keeps caving in on himself.

"Fucking. Beg." "F-Fuck you.." Bakugou responds, his voice shakey, the defiance fake and fragile. Kirishima's eyes narrow, a frown forming on his lips. "Fine." He replies, shifting one hand to Bakugou's abdomen and pressing, pleased with the slight fullness under a specific layer of muscle. He continued to slam into his g-spot, Bakugou's eyes widening and getting slightly watery. "W-Wait-!" Bakugou moaned out loud, slight panic coating his oh so beautiful face. The tip of his penis kept rubbing against Kirishima's arm, and he knew so much stimulation was working against him. He was either going to beg or piss himself.

"S-Stop! Too much- T-Too fucking much! I have to go you f-fuckkk-ing lunatic!" He moaned out, grabbing at Kirishima's arms. "Beg. Beg for me to fuck you, or you're going to piss yourself, get your clean sheets dirty, all unsatisfied and embarrassed. Poor little Katsuki couldn't hold his little blatter while I fucked you with my fingers." Eijirou cooed, tiliting his head a little before bending down and licking along the back of his thigh to the crease of his ass. He travels up to his sack and licks him firmly with the flat of his tongue.

Katsuki screams.

His clawing becomes frantic, and he's sure he's sobbing, but he's no match for even Kirishima's strength. "N-No! Ei- Stop! I-I'm gonna pee!" Katsuki cries, thrashing around as much as he can. But as Eijirou gently sucks in one of his balls, his resolve snaps. "Please! Please, please, please!" Katsuki finally cries, Eijirou's fingers slowing down and his hand letting up on his blatter. He moves away from Katsuki's cock and smirks down at the red and teary face below him.

"Please what?" He asks, Bakugou's eyes widening. "P...Please… Please fuck me… I want you to fuck me with your fat cock!" He cries, tears falling from his eyes.

Eijirou sighs, content with his work. "Good boy~" He coos, swiftly plunging 2 more fingers inside and spreading them. Katsuki gasps, looking up at Kirishima who refuses to look away from his face.

As Kirishima slowly pulls out, he bends over and grabs the lube from the floor, popping open the cap and pouring it into Katsuki. He flinches and wines at how cold it is, and Eijirou just travels the bottle to his cock, rubbing his hand over it and coating everything with lube.

As he sloppily closes the bottle, he moves Katsuki onto his stomach, Bakugou groaning as he was finally out of that horrid position.

Kirishima places the tip at his entrance, kissing Bakugou's nape, and right as Bakugou prepares for a dreadfully slow slide. Kirishima slams into the hilt. Bakugou's eyes shoot wide and his thrusted up further into the bed with the force, his mouth dropping open as a horrid moan filled scream leaves him.

This is it….he's not a virgin anymore…

He feels nothing but cock, painfully perfect cock that makes it hard to breathe.

Kirishima groans at the tight feeling, his body shaking as he convinces himself not to fuck Katsuki into oblivion.

Eijirou starts off slow, dragging his cock out halfway before pressing in again, the pace making them both groan. God, Katsuki's back tooks so fucking pretty all arched like that, delicate but strong all in one. He always knew Bakugou would look so pretty with his face burried in sheets, his ass high in the air and filled with his cock.

He feels himself slipping, his thrusts slipping into violent, angry lust every so often before he catches himself quickly.

But as Katsuki's sweet moans keep reaching his ears, he finally gives in, grabbing Katsuki's wrists and pulling them back, lifting Katsuki off the bed and using his wrists as leverage, pulling his weak body back onto his cock as he slams his hips into the man's ass.

"Holy fucking shit~" Bakugou's voice calls out as Kirishima's thrusts get rougher, violent. His voice bounced with the thrusts, his moans cutting each other off as Kirishima no longer cares about hitting the man's prostate, pounding into him purely for selfish pleasure Bakugou didn't know he was capable of.

"Fucking pathetic cocksleeve- Such a fucking whore for dick, huh? You fucking-love! -taking my fat cock like this!" Kirishima spits out, pulling on Katsuki's wrists harder. Bakugou's eyes are crossing, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

'Ruining me-'

"Not a single thought going through that head of yours, huh? Just taking my cock so good like this, loving how I ruin every other cock out there for you! Only my cock can make you cum, can make you feel so fucking good!" "Y-Yes~" Bakugou's broken voice cries out, tears sliding down his cheeks.

The bed is slamming into the wall so hard the pictures are rattling, and Bakugou can't register anything but cock, pleasure, Kirishima and cumming.

"So fucking good, so~ fUCKing go-od~" Bakugou sobs, not caring of the searing pain in his arms and shoulder blades. But as Kirishima angles his hips, he starts slamming into Bakugou's prostate, and as Bakugou tries to arch in Kirishima's hold, he cums. He clamps around his cock so hard Kirishima moans, letting go of Katsuki's arms and letting him fall face first into the bed as his entire body rocks with unbroken thrusts, shaking with the ongoing orgasm that never seems to end. Eijirou hears the sobbing and groans with pleasure, swinging his hand down to Bakugou's ass, growling as he watches the muscle and fat ripple with the perfect impact.

Kirishima puts his hands in the curve of Katsuki's spine, pressing him down and shifting forward, slightly sitting back on his calves as he jackhammers into Bakugou's swollen, red and oh so fucking soft boy cunt.

Katsuki is screaming but it's so distant to Eijirou, all he can hear is the squelching of his ass and all he can think of is cumming.

"FUCK- EIJIROU~" Katsuki screams, sobbing and begging for him to slow down, not to thrust so hard, not to be so brutal. He can't feel his limbs, all he can feel is the overstimulation as his body is pounded so hard he inches forward on his bed, only to be pulled back just as quickly. He feels like a cocksleeve because he is one.

Kirishima groans, finally slamming into Katsuki with all he has, his cock pulsing inside Bakugou almost like a slow vibrator. As Kirishima completely fills Katsuki's intestines with cum, his own cock spurts out a pathetic amount of it's own cum, his balls drawing up tight and his cock twitching with painful interest.

Kirishima and Bakugou are panting, and as Eijirou gives another overstimulated thrust for good measure, the both moan out.

"F-Fuck…." Kirishima groans, Katsuki panting into the sheets with wide, tired eyes.

He really did ruin Katsuki's chances at fucking anyone else. There's no way he can go back to toys, and there's no way he can fuck anyone else.

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A/N: I would like to preface this by letting everyone know that I am in no way knowledgeable about actual science things. That being said I am amazed that in a random draw I actually managed to get a prompt that had to do with flowers lol. This is my contribution to the BakuHarem Collab! Please take a second to check out the other contributions here!

Warning: bad science, no protection, swearing, overs!mulation, accidental exhibti0som, intoxicated smut? idk sex pollen is a drug i guess.....

W/C: 3.5k

“Bakugou, dude. We should not-”

“Shut up Kirishima!” Bakugou walks through the sterile hallways checking every corner for signs of other people. “That bitch took my top spot with some bullshit flowers?!” He finally gets to the lab that was granted to you for your research. After winning first place, stealing first place in the UA university science expo. He walks into the observing lobby, looking through the large window to make sure you weren’t working in the lab after hours.

“Just keep quiet and listen for any one coming this way.” He walks over to the security door and holds his key card up to it, the light on the scanner turns green and he hears the dead bolt slide open.

Kirishima is lingering behind him, hovering in the doorway. He turns to Bakugou to talk him out of this again but his friend has already entered the lab. “Ahh geez.” He didn’t even wear any safety gear.

As the door clicks shut behind him, Bakugou stops to examine the lab. Several different species of flowers in full bloom behind temperature controlled enclosures. Some of them are recognizable; lavender, chamomile, and jasmine. “I thought it would smell like the perfume department, this fuckin place smells like heaven.” Guess it wasn’t a new shampoo she was using then.

He walks through the aisles turning his head this way and that, trying to find something, anything that he can fuck up without it being overtly obvious. He gets to the back corner of the lab and sees a piece of familiar equipment. “Perfect.”

*****

“He said WHAT?!”

Your roommate flinches at your reaction to her news. “He told Professor Aizawa that your ‘Viagra flowers’ are a joke to the science department and they should ‘wither and die’.”

You’re fuming. That fuck tard Bakugou, mister my shit don’t stink is ridiculing my research? “All that man knows is how to blow shit up! Just cause I beat him in the expo this year, he thinks my research is a joke?!” You stand up from the couch, pacing in front of it and you can’t decide whether to scream or cry. “Why did I ever like that twat?”

Cause he has wide shoulders, big hands and scarlet eyes that -

“Oh for the love of god shut up.” Screw your inner thoughts.

Ochako watches you pace, worrying in her eyes when yours line with silver and your neck flushes bright red. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that.”

You stop moving and look at her, guilt flooding through you as she slumps forward. “Don’t apologize, I was talkin to myself babe.” She nods her head weakly and you stand up straight “I’m gonna go.” You walk to the door grabbing your coat and key card.

“W-where are you going?” Ochako follows you to the door and grabs your wrist gently. You turn to her and smile, she was always so sweet but you knew that if shit went down she would be right beside you, kicking ass.

“I need to blow off some steam, so I’m gonna go check on my ‘Viagra flowers’.” She huffs a laugh and let's go.

“Alright, don’t stay too late.”

You nod, put on your shoes and leave the dorm. It’s a bit of a walk to the building the lab is in and hopefully the cool breeze will calm your mind.

*****

As you walk into the building you are grateful that your professor is more of a night owl than most students. Considering how many naps he takes during lectures it is no wonder he can’t sleep at night. You contemplate going to his office to say hi but think better of it.

Don’t wanna end up venting about Bakugou to my professor of all people.

You walk down the hallway and notice the door to your lab is cracked. Not unusual, a lot of students from your class have been coming and going to see the different species of flowers and plants you are growing. Assuming someone didn’t shut the door behind them you take your phone out of your pocket to check the time. Out of the corner of your vision a quick flash of red and you walk right into Kirishima, Bakugou’s friend and one of your classmates.

“Hey! How- how's it goin?”

You take a step back, rubbing your nose from face planting into his giant chest. Does this guy eat boulders for breakfast? “Hey Kiri! Just gonna do some late night tests! You checkin out my garden?”

“Yeah! Flowers are pretty.” He laughs, it’s high pitched and obviously forced.

You take in his nervous appearance, the fact that he is still standing in front of the door and your mood sours.

“Where is he?”

Kirishima looks like he is gonna try and stall but one look at the fury in your eyes and his head hangs down. “He’s in the lab,” you rush past him and punch in the code to open the door. “I tried to talk him out of it!”

The door clicks shut and the spiky blonde huffs in annoyance somewhere in the back of the lab.

“I told you shitty hair, if you’re gonna keep a look out you have to stand outside.”

You clear your throat and his head shoots up. You walk over to him, taking note of all of the plants and equipment, taking note of anything that looks different. As you get closer to him you notice that he smells particularly good tonight.

Keep it in your pants idiot

“Really Bakugou?” You stop a few steps away from him, noticing the various disassembled parts on the counter top behind him. “What were you gonna do, break my extraction equipment and make it look like a malfunction? Are you a B-Movie villain?”

He stands up and you are reminded of how small you feel next to him, wide shoulders, arms barely fitting the t-shirt he was wearing, strong chest that tapers to a toned waist. He laughs and you look at his face. What I wouldn’t give to just lick from your navel to your neck.

“A B-Movie villain huh? That’s rich coming from the fanfiction cliché scientist.” He crosses his arms, your eyes quickly dart to the sight of his biceps flexing with the movement then back at him.

“Fanfiction cliché? What the actual fuck are you talking about?” You take another step towards him, softly inhaling his scent. Why does he smell so good?

He laughs at you again, the sound caresses your skin and you realize your feeling very, very hot. You drag your fingers through your hair, your eyes zeroing in on a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. When you lick your lips and shift to take another step closer a small part of your brain connects the dots. “What. Did. You. Do?”

Bakugou looks at you, noticing your flushed cheeks and eyes that show you aren’t quite your normal smart and sexy self. Reaching behind himself you hear the unmistakable sound of clinking glass, he grabs a beaker, an open beaker. “Just grabbed this from your equipment, I know how long it takes to extract this stuff. Would suck if it were to suddenly go missing.”

“You idiot! Do you know how potent it is in that form?!” You reach for it but he pulls the beaker out of your reach. “Why do you think I keep it enclosed? You have to close it up now!”

“Why should I?”

Honestly how stupid can this guy get?!

“Put it back in the enclosure first and I’ll explain it to you!” Your breathing is getting heavy, the closer you get to Bakugou the hotter your body feels. You lunge for him again and trip, he hurries to put the beaker on the table behind him and catch you. Put off balance from the position you both crash to the floor with him underneath you. Sighing in frustration you lift yourself up only to bump your head on the table, knocking over the beaker and spilling the extract over you both.

“Shit!” You scramble off of him and run to the door, pressing the exposure button and effectively locking it. You turn to Bakugou and back up trying your best to keep your distance. “Stay on that side of the room, if we’re far enough apart the effects won’t be as bad.”

“What are the effects?” The question is spoken so calmly that you almost convince yourself he didn’t speak at all.

“What are the fucking side effects!?” His shirt is soaked, sticking to his tanned skin. The outline of his chiseled body makes your mouth go dry. You look back at his face, his mouth twisted in frustration at your silence but no less attractive. The sharp angle of his jawline, pink lips slightly chapped, aristocratic nose, scarlet eyes that-

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” Shaking your head to clear some of the fog in your brain, you focus on him again.

“It’s an aphrodisiac so obviously it enhances sexual desire.”

“Yeah-yeah, sex pollen I get it. But what else?” he rings out the bottom of his shirt, lifting it slightly and you avert your eyes.

“It is not sex pollen, I don’t even use the pollen of the plant.” the last part coming out in a mumble. “The aphrodisiac only works on people who are consenting adults that are attracted to each other.” You clear your throat.

Bakugou freezes for a moment and looks up at you, examining you. The flushed skin, short breaths, and how you keep as much distance between the two of you as the small lab provides.

“So why are you so far away then?” The smirk on his face is sinful as all hell.

Cheeky bastard.

“Surely I don’t have to spell it out for you.” Resisting the urge to turn your face away from him like a pouty child..

“HA!” The smug look on his face momentarily lifts the cloud of lust and replaces it with anger. “Of course you’re attracted to me, who wouldn’t be?”

“Well, aren't you a cocky bastard?” Hoping you're not about to embarrass yourself you take a chance and muster up some courage. Slowly walking up to him you notice that his forehead is glistening with sweat, his breathing heavy, ears and back of his neck flushed with pink. “Tell me, Katsuki. How are you feeling?”

A few steps and you can see his hands balled up in white knuckled fists, a few more his jaw clench and unclench. Once you are only an arms length away you can see him swallow harshly, Adam's apple bobbing, nostrils flaring. You push your breasts against his toned chest, the light friction causing a moan to escape your mouth, the sound going straight to his cock.

“I’m - I’m fine.” Bakugou clears his throat, the sound of his first name from your lips sweeter than it should be.

“Lookin a little flushed, you feeling hot?”

He doesn’t answer, his attention captured by the closeness of your body, your lips, the tops of your breasts peeking out of the v neck top you’re wearing.. He stops breathing when your tongue flicks out to lick your bottom lip.

“Cat got your tongue?”

On impulse his hands move to rest on your hips, eyes never leaving your lips. “What was the question again?”

“How. Are. You. Feeling.” you walk your fingers up his chest with each word before pulling his head down so you can whisper in his ear, the anger fading fast. “Katsuki.” You hear him growl, the sound reverberating through your core, then you're being picked up.

“I’m gonna ruin you.” Bakugou crashes his lips to yours, pressing you up against one of the walls and bracing you with one hand so that the other can wrap around your throat. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He bites your lip, licking it to soothe the hurt. “Smart, funny, sexy, beautiful.”

You whine at the words and grind against the bulge in his pants, your pussy throbbing with need. “Need to feel you touch me Bakugou.” He stops moving and you shift to try and grind against him again but he holds you tight, slightly squeezing the sides of your neck.

“What happened to calling me by my first name, baby girl?” Loosening his hand and crouching down as if to put you down you sputter out “Kat-Katsuki Please touch me.”

The feral grin on his face has your pussy drooling and you all but sigh in relief when he stands up straight and slips a hand under your shirt, cupping one of your breasts. “Oh god yes.”

“You’re so soft baby,” he pulls one of the cups down and rolls your nipple in between his fingers. “Take off your shirt, wanna see those pretty tits.”

Katsuki keeps playing with your nipple when you rip your shirt off, making short work of your bra and tossing it. As soon as the other nipple is in view he dives down to suckle it, his mouth hot. You throw your head back, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and pushing your chest out to give him better access.

He is merciless in his teasing, alternating between breasts, making sure to suck each nipple till they are both hard peaks. Kissing the top of your soft globes, your collarbone and neck, everywhere his mouth goes is left with a mark in varying shades of red and purple.

You grow impatient with him, needing to make him feel as good wanting to feel him with your hands, mouth, teeth.

“Wanna feel you too Katsuki.” you whine as he pinches one nipple while nibbling the other one. When you pull on his hair a little he groans but lifts his head, pulling both nipples with him before letting them go.

“What do ya wanna feel, baby girl?”

With all your inhibitions throw out the window you lean down and whisper in his ear. “Wanna feel you fuck me.”

You pull away and he quickly sets you down, you’re about to object when he takes his shirt off in one smooth motion then starts unbuttoning his jeans. You rush to follow, unzipping your pants and pulling them down, before you can pull down your panties he grabs your hand stopping you. “Leave ‘m on.”

Katsuki picks you up again before you can get a good look at his cock, but when it's pressed against you there is no need to see it. “Fuck you’re huge.”

He smirks at you, smug pride in his eyes. “Glad you approve.” Reaching a hand down he pulls your panties to the side and runs his fingers through your wet folds. “This all for me?” bringing his fingers up to show you the slick dripping down them he puts them in his mouth and sucks. “Gonna have to enjoy that tasty treat later.”

Your body is burning up, breathing is heavy as you both watch him drag his cock along your wet slit before pushing in. Your moans echo in the lab and neither one of you cares as Katsuki's cock drags against your inner walls until bottoming out. Right now is not the time for slow strokes, not with the aphrodisiac flowing through both of your bodies, so he starts a pace that has your ass slapping against his thighs.

“C-cumming!” You scream out before your body bows in on itself and you're creaming around his cock.

“Already?” a sideways grin on his face Katsuki starts moving you up and down in time with his thrusts, his cock reaching that much deeper. “Gonna cum for me again? Come on baby, wanna feel you milk my cock.”

Your mind is going blank, the only thing running through it is Katsuki. “Please don’t stop,” you dig your nails into his shoulders. “M Gonna cum again.” His thrusts go shallow and the head of his cock drags against your walls, hitting all the right spots.

You’re repeating his name endlessly, the only word that is in your mind then you’re cumming again. Your legs tense around his waist and your pussy clenches down hard enough that he has to stop moving or risk hurting you. He watches your face contorted in pleasure and starts thrusting as soon as he feels your orgasm subside.

“One more.”

Your head fuzzy, body limp from two orgasms. “I can’t!”

“Wrong,” Katsuki pulls out for a second, setting you on the floor and pushing on your back. You obediently bend forward grabbing the edge of the counter top and he wastes no time in rutting back into you. “You want me to stop?”

“NO”

“Then you got one more beautiful thing.” He sticks two fingers in his mouth, getting them wet then reaches around rubbing soft circles on your puffy clit. His other hand gripping your hip, before moving up and grabbing your shoulder using it as leverage to fuck into you harder.

“Come on, cum for me.”

You turn your head to the side trying your best to look in his eyes, yours tearing up at the overstimulation. “You cum too, fill me up Katsuki.”

“Oh fuck yeah.” Bending his knees he thrusts up into you and with the new angle, teasing circles being rubbed on your clit and the feral moans coming out of his mouth you cum one last time.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck

Katsuki cums after you, rope after rope of cum coating your fluttering walls.

You both stand there catching your breath. Katsuki pulls out and you whimper, “Oh don’t worry beautiful,” he picks you up again, walks over to a chair and sits down with you in his lap “not done with you yet.”

By the time you are spent both of you are exhausted and lost track of how many times either of you came. He helps you stand up, quickly pulling your panties back in place. “Don’t want you leakin.”

You giggle and pick up your clothes from the floor, he helps you get dressed and you both walk to the door. Making sure to check the air quality before leaving the lab you confirm that nothing is left in the air and unlock it. Before opening the door you turn to him opening your mouth to ask a question but he talks first.

“Let's go back to my room, yeah? I’ll help you clean up.” His voice rough from moaning and growling but you can see a small smile on his lips. Even though you know that the effects of the extract have worn off you can’t help but worry that he is still under their influence. Nodding your head you turn away from him again and open the door, walking into the lobby.

“I assume you're finished with the lab?”

You stop dead in your tracks, Katsuki bumping into you. “P-professor Aizawa?” Red hair peeks out behind him and Kirishima looks at you both with a nervous sharp toothed smile and red face. The fog of your memory clears and you vaguely remember hearing knocking on the window and door while you were… indisposed.

Katsuki steps in front of you, from the lack of red on his face or neck you know he isn’t nearly as mortified as you. “How long have you been standing there?”

The tired eyes of your teacher examine both of you. “Long enough.” He sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You are both to meet me in my office tomorrow morning.”

And just before you can’t get anymore embarrassed he walks out and says over his shoulder. “The labs aren’t sound proof, and these walls echo.”

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