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lazywiteralex · 2 years

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Day 6: Write 500 words for your main project

I don't have a main project so have this 1000 word scene instead.

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"You know what, we're all tired. There's bound to be an inn in the next town. Why don't I save us all the trouble and take care of this myself, huh?"

"You plan on taking out a small herd of manticores all by yourself? Just how are you going to be doing that?" Kane crossed his arms across his chest, raising a skeptical brow.

"You sure about this Mika? We've been traveling all day," Miggs flicked the fletchings of his drawn arrow.

"It'll be fine. Just feed me after, and it shouldn't be a problem," she shrugged off her cloak and pulled off her belt.

"Why are you removing your clothing? Good Gods woman! Did you drop your decency on the road somewhere?" Alois exclaimed.

"What? I don't wanna have to spend all night cleaning manticore blood out of them," she stripped off her shirt and added it to the pile.

"Miss Mikaela please!" Alois slapped his hands over his eyes and spun around.

Kane averted his eyes, with a displeased huff. "Mikaela, is this really necessary? I can help you clean your clothes if need be,"

"Calm down, I'm not getting naked. I have some class," she barked.

"Says the woman standing in an open field wearing nothing but her trousers and undergarments,"

"Shuddup Miggs no one asked you," she sneered and turned back to the advancing herd.

"You know I can't say I really like the idea of you fighting alone. You're strong yes but-"

"Master Kane, I guess this is as good a time as any to inform you that I was a tad misleading when you asked me who I was. I didn't lie, but I did conveniently leave out a few key details," she dropped her head back so she could look at him, an unnerving smile on her face. "But only about what I am," she snickered as her eyes began glowing red. Demonic markings emerged from her skin like ink bleeding through paper.

"She's a demon?" Alois gasped, clutching his cross.

"Of sorts," Miggs dropped his arrow back into his quiver. "She's technically only a demi-demon, but she takes after her dad a lot more than her mom. Which is a damn shame cause her mom's hot,"

"Miguel," Kane warned.

"You've never seen her, the woman would make even a square like you fall to your knees,"

"Miguel, I'm less interested in your perverted thoughts on Mikaela's mother and more interested in how she's able to tear the head off a manticore with her bare hands,"

Alois pulled his hood over his face, "Tell me when it's over," he mumbled, "I'm gonna be sick,"

Miggs nodded, "Yeah it's pretty impressive, but the power doesn't come for free. If she uses to much or changes to fast she kinda loses grip on her humanity and goes crazy,"

"'Goes crazy'? The hell does that mean?"

"Language Master Kane,"

"I'll apologize to the Gods later, there are bigger issues to deal with. What do you mean by she goes crazy,"

"The last time she really lost control was probably like 12 years ago but it was pretty gnarly. The first guy dumb enough to try and grab her after she went on a rampage against this giant chimera got his back broken. And not in the sexy way,"

"How are you talking so much and giving me so little information? It's almost impressive,"

"Perhaps it would be best to ask the lady herself?" Alois quipped, face still covered by his hood.

"Yeah probably, I don't really understand the details myself," Miggs shrugged, "Oh look, I think she's done. We should probably get her dressed and to a tavern for some food. She's pretty hangry after doing stuff like this,"

Kane rubbed his fingers against his temples, once again questioning his choice in traveling companions. "Sure, alright. Let's bring Mikaela her clothes and something to clean up with and get some dinner. I think I need a drink,"

"Master Kane, I thought you didn't like alcohol," Alois tilted his head in confusion.

"After the day we've had, I might just reconsider my position on the matter,"

Miggs started towards the mess of carcasses, leaving the pile of clothing for the others to collect. "Hey if I come near you are you gonna eat me?" he called out.

Mika rolled her eyes and swiped the back of her hand across her mouth. A failed attempt to wipe away the blood that was splattered across her face. "No, but annoy me a little more and I might make you collateral damage,"

Miggs chuckled nervously, "You're kinda scary when you're like this, ya know,"

"Good," she snapped. She sat down on a manticore corpse, this one missing the majority of its insides, and surveyed her crimson masterpiece.

"Miss Mikaela? Um, would you like to use this to clean up a bit? I don't think the towns folk will like it very much if you tracked blood through their town," Alois held out a cloth in her general direction, his head turned as far from her as he could without snapping it clean off.

"I just saved their fields from being trampled by monsters, they should be thanking me,"

Miggs leaned closer to Kane, "See, hangry,"

"Good Gods we're never going to make any progress like this," Kane pulled a pouch of jerky from his satchel and tossed it at her. "Eat this and go back to normal. I can't believe I actually want the other version of you back,"

She snatched the bag out of the air and tore into it, devouring the contents. She leaned back and let out a satisfied sigh. "Thank you Master Kane," she smiled, licking her lips. She looked back over at her party. "You got my clothes?"

"Yes, but clean up a bit first, otherwise taking them off would have been pointless," Kane was shocked by how quickly she'd returned to her former self.

"Yeah, yeah. Give the rag here Oh Righteous One," she laughed, plucking it from Alois's still outstretched hand.

"How are you never disgusted by this stuff? I mean come on this is just gross," Miggs poked at a loose pile of entrails with his bow.

"I've dealt with worse. I've been in worse," she dragged the cloth over her chest and shoulders, half smearing half cleaning the blood that had collected there.

"What does that mean?!" Alois squeaked.

"Ever been inside a dragon?" Mika chuckled.

"Not really my type," Miggs replied, wiping his bow off in the dirt.

"Inside its stomach, you disgusting pig," she retorted, "I got swallowed whole and had to tear my way out without a blade. Fun fact: dragon skin, not so indestructible from the inside,"

"Dear Moon God, it's me, your loyal servant. Could you please send me companions who are not so crass and vulgar? Just as a treat for me? Just once?" Aolis had his hands pressed together as he looked up to the sky.

"Pipe down Preacher Boy, if it wasn't for Crass and Vulgar here you'd all be dead yesterday," Miggs snickered.

"I wouldn't be out here at all if she hadn't used my wagon as a hiding place," he grumbled.

Kane started walking down the road towards town. "I'll be at the tavern,"

"Drinking?" Miggs called back hopefully.

Kane didn't reply.

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anime-dub-transcripts · 2 years

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Hetalia: World Series Episode #33 Transcript

This episode has Britain trying to escape from Italy again and the nations dealing with the end of the world.

Britain: Yehuh…aaauhh…

Germany: Seriously, I caught him a couple blocks away from here. Are you guys sure you're okay?

Romano: Oh, thanks a million; next time, why not just stab me in the chest with a spatula?!

(Italy: Uhohohohh…)

Germany: How many times have I told you two to talk to me first before you try anything like this because you'd probably screw it up without me? It's too late now and I'm left cleaning up your mess. We're going to have to start your training over from scratch. But this time I can't treat you like little babies. Would you shut up while I'm talking?!

(Romano: Auh ah ah ah ah ah ah AH AUH YAH YAH AUH AH AH AH!)

Germany: Okay, first thing's first. You have to know what to do in case you are ever captured or in danger of being c---

Italy: But I don't wanna die!

Germany: Stop interrupting!

Britain: Yah!

Mice: Squeak squeak!

Britain: Auh…ugh…finally. I let Germany capture me last time, but he better watch out because I won't be so easily fooled again. That's no good at all. My clothes look like I just dug a tunnel with my hands, teeth, and the help of some friendly mice.

Howard: Britain, is that you?!

(Britain: Aah?!)

Britain: Show yourself, but be warned; if you try to stop my escape, you'll get a sound thrashing!

Howard: A thrashing for free?! That sounds jolly! Good to see ye; I'm from Aberdeen, Scotland! I'm studying espionage here in Rome with a minor in 14th century hair design! They like to call me Howard the Spy!

{Caption #1: From Aberdeen}

{Caption #2: Howard the Spy}

Britain: YOU'RE THE WORST SPY I'VE EVER SEEN!

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Britain: Hetalia!

{Caption: Hetalia}

Britain: Seriously, what's the deal with all of this? The British way of doing things doesn't work in Italy; in fact, it just gets you caught.

Howard: They found you right after you broke out of jail the first time, didn't they, Britain? It was kinda hard for me the first year or two, but then I got wise and decided to go all Italian. Since I'm a spy on duty right now, I can't leave the country, but I certainly don't mind helping you get across the border safely.

Britain's thoughts: I can't believe it was my clothes and shoes giving me away. These Italians and their flashy style! I have to give it to them. Kinda feels good to look nice for a change! I might even start getting drunk at noon and flatulate publicly. Ah, this is the life. It is so much more fun than arguing about the next cricket roster for the ICC World Cup while drinking warm beer around ugly women. Seriously! Mhmhm! Germany doesn't even notice me now. Look how stupid he looks! He's wearing steel blue wool in the summer! Tragic. Well, now that I'm super slick, I can slide over the border whenever I want, so I guess it wouldn't hurt to do a little more shopping in order to stock up for the fall.

Woman: You know, I think the guys around here just get hotter every year!

{Caption: Pretty woman}

{Caption: Super pretty woman}

{Caption: Amazingly pretty woman}

Britain: Mhmhmhmhmhm!

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Germany: Hetalia!

{Caption: Hetalia}

Narrator: It was prophesied that the apocalypse would come in the year 1000 AD. Kind of like Y2K without all the computers. So everyone in Europe at that time was a little on edge.

{Caption: In 1000 AD, it was rumored that the Last Judgment would happen that year. So Europe, well, though just partially, was filled with confusion}

Old woman: Huaaaaah!

Man #1: Aaahhhhh!

Man #2: Aaahhhh!

Chibi France: AAHHHH! Judgment! I don't want to die; I'm too cute to die! Aaaahhh! What am I going to do? I am French; I am definitely being sent to Hell!

Chibi Austria: Are you worried about dying?

(Chibi France: Wahahahah!)

Chibi Hungary: I just recently converted to Christianity, so I don't get all the fuss, but I'm sure they'll teach me to freak out soon enough.

{Caption: Hungary changed religions in 1000}

Chibi France: I have done terrible, horrible, unforgivable things, like the invention of the guillotine and respecting mimes! Aah! Hey, you over there, don't move!

Chibi Britain: What's the deal with him? Auh!

Chibi France: WAHA! I've been trying to crush you since time began and now I'm going to do it!

(Chibi Britain: Huhuhuhuh!)

Chibi Britain: Get your hands off of me, you fool!

(Chibi France: Gaeeh! Gahhuh!)

Chibi France: But the world is going to end and I'll have failed if I don't make you my slaaave! Wahahahah!

Chibi Britain: The world's going to end?!

Chibi France: We should stay like this. Me riding on top of your back until the world crashes down around us. Is that…too much for one man to dream of?

Chibi Britain: Well, if you're really set on it, I suppose I can take it since it's not going to be for very much longer.

Chibi France: Ohonhonhon. Honhonhonhon. Ohonhonhon…

Chibi Britain: Ahahaha! Aha! Ahahaha!

Narrator: However, the year 1000 AD came…and nothing happened. Nothing at all.

(Chibi France: Ohonhonhon…)

(Chibi Britain: Hahahaha!)

Chibi France: Seriously?!

Chibi Britain: You're kidding, right?!

Cow: Moo!

Narrator: Flash forward to when we partied like it was 1999 because it was.

{Caption: And then the year was 1999}

Japan: The writings of Nostradamus predicted that the world would cease to exist in 1999.

France: The end of the world. Wow. That really brings back memories.

Britain: I wouldn't worry if I were you. The end of the world is never going to happen.

Japan: Is that so? I should tell someone. Hold on, please.

Germany: What did you say?!

Japan: It's not going to end.

{Caption: Deeply touched}

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adelheidvonschicksal · 3 years

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182 Centimeters | Tall!F!Reader x Surprise

A great boon has been bestowed upon Aoi Todo. First, he got to meet Takada in person. Second, he gained a brother. Third, he was able to fight a special grade all in one month.

Is there anything else that could make this trip perfect?

Todo didn't think so until he lays eyes on you, standing in the middle of the hallway with luggage tucked under one arm and the other holding onto a rolling suitcase. He remembers now about Mai mentioning a late edition transfer student who was going to be joining in the school games a little late. He only wishes Mai had warned him about the other thing about you. The fact that you are an amazon in the flesh.

"She has to be 187," Todo thinks upon first seeing you and sizing you up from a respectable distance. "No, she's definitely closer to 185. Definitely, 185," he corrects as he tries to measure you by judging how far your head was away from the top door frame. When he glances down at your feet, he realizes his stupid mistake and smacks himself on the forehead. "I'm such an idiot. I forgot about her shoes." Taking your soles into account, he finally narrows down your height range. You have to be 182cm. An even 6 feet. That makes you taller than even Takada!

Todo's eyes widen upon the realization.

You had half his attraction factor right there; and with his help in training, you would definitely have the second half. He knows plenty of exercises that would make your ass look great and have the rest of your body strong enough to toss any curse. You guys could make training into dates, and dates would lead to the two of you making kissy faces. Aoi can already picture it. Naturally, you'd be admiring him, shirtless and glistening with sweat, unable to take your eyes off him. Then, you'd grow embarrassed when he would call you out on it and try to look away like you were never staring in the first place. Luckily for you, he wouldn't mind if you wanted to look at his chiseled chest a little while longer. Or better yet, touch it.

Todo isn't sure what he's done to deserve such luck. Perhaps the world is rewarding him for finally breaking his record of 1000 sit-ups in an hour or maybe it's the limited-edition lucky Takada-chan charm that arrived in a mail a week earlier working its magic?

Either way, this might be the best year of his life, Todo decides.

That is until he hears a familiar voice.

"Hey there! How are you doing?" Yuuji asks loudly as he walks up to your person. Todo should've known. Of course, his brother would sense best girl material walking into the building.

"My name is Yuuji. What's yours?"

"I'm (Name). I'm a new student here. I'm a little lost actually. Could you help me out?"

Even your voice sounds so cute! You were so perfect.

That means Yuuji had no chance with the way he was doing things now. Despite Todo wanting you for himself, he could never leave his brother to make such an embarrassment of himself. If the two of them are to battle for your love, it has to be a fair battle.

"Yeah, the dorms are thi—" Yuuji yelps as he's suddenly tugged away from you and dragged around the nearest corner, leaving you in a confused state where you stood.

"What’s the big idea?" Yuuji asks, breaking free from the grasp that held him.

"I'm trying to save you, brother! What do you think you're doing walking up to a woman like that so casually?" Todo asks.

It takes Yuuji a few seconds to realize that Todo meant you were the woman that couldn't be so casually spoken to since he's fairly sure you're a first-year like him. "I'm pretty sure she's the same age as us, dude."

This is worse than he thought. He's definitely going to have to give Yuuji the rundown on how to properly ask a girl out. "That doesn't matter. She's still a lady that requires finesse if you're going to try to ask her out," Todo says.

Sadly, they are too busy in their discussion to notice you getting impatient for Yuuji to return or to notice another one of your classmates passing them and heading in your direction. You are just thankful to finally have someone help walk you to your dorm and not ditch you instead.

For the rest of the day, Yuuji is stuck with Todo lecturing in his ear. The first time being at the baseball game against the Kyoto school.

"First, you need to set the mood. And by mood, I mean you need to get her attention on you. Do something to impress her without her knowing you're trying to impress her," Todo instructs as you round home base on long legs, which Todo claims is made for a goddess. You were able to get a score for the team thanks to Fushiguro's sacrifice bunt, and the two of you take a seat in the dugout.

"Shouldn't you be helping your team?" Yuuji asks Todo after seeing him compliment your score. Todo sighs. Obviously, Yuuji needs more lessons.

Eventually, Yuuji steps up to the plate for his turn. Naturally, he hits a home run. As he rounds home, he sees you applauding loudly. Your eyes perfectly on him. It definitely feels good to have a cute girl's attention, and Yuuji realizes that he did really want to ask you out. He wonders if Todo thinks that's a good way to set the mood.

The next time Todo decides to instruct Yuuji is after they all take their showers and decide to rest up before dinner. "Next, you need to leave a letter under her door. Something to pique her interest and make her want to meet up with you."

Luckily, Yuuji has seen this before in anime. "Right, right. I heard of that actually." He easily drafted a letter and slid it under your dorm door. It sounds like you're talking to someone else on the other side so Yuuji hopes you'll see it in time so the two of you can meet up in fifteen minutes.

"Finally, make sure the place you meet up is scenic," Todo says, nodding his head and closing his eyes to repeat the steps in his head as he follows his brother to the school's courtyard. Impress? Check. Letter? Check. Scenic meet-up place? Check.

It isn't until he feels Yuuji's hand on his shoulder and a quick thanks that Todo realizes his mistake. Yuuji rushes away from him to the other side of the courtyard where you're waiting with the letter in hand.

"My name is Yuuji. I don't know if you remember me from class."

"Oh, yes, I know! You hit that homerun. It was really great."

Todo stands in shock.

...He was so busy trying to teach that he actually forgot to pursue you first!

"Really? Thanks! I was just trying to make sure I actually hit it. I wasn't expecting it to go so far." Yuuji laughed. "So, (Name), I was wondering if you wanna go out together?"

Todo could cry. Actually, he already feels the tears coming down his face, but his brother could at least be happy. And if his brother is happy, that's all he needed!

"I'm sorry," you say sweetly. "I only showed up because I didn't want to stand you up, but the truth is I already like someone, and I wouldn't feel comfortable going out with someone when I have a crush on another person."

Todo's ears ring with your words. You already like someone!

"Oh, well, that's too bad, I guess. Thanks for telling me," Yuuji says with a disappointed yet understanding smile while Todo finds the opportunity to scoot in the middle of your conversation.

"Excuse me but your crush wouldn't happen to be on me by any chance?" he asks, hopeful.

You force a smile onto your face and tilt your head. "Sorry...Have we met?" you ask, nervously.

Todo gasps as he feels his world crashing down. Your date. Your marriage. Your kids. All gone, and it’s all black in his memory after that. The next thing he can recall is sitting in the eating area with Itadori. He remembers this heartache once before. "It's just like with Takada-chan..." he mumbles heartbrokenly.

"I told you already. We never went to the same middle school, and you never confessed to Takada," Yuuji grumbles, but Todo knows that Yuuji is only trying to make him feel better. He is so lucky to have such a good brother.

"Who...Who do you think it is anyway?"

Yuuji pauses.

He actually wonders that as well.

Then, they hear your voice ringing through the dining hall. Immediately, both sets of eyes are on you.

"Fushiguro-kun, I wanted to thank you for helping me get settled into the academy. My mom gave me a buy one, get one free for a sushi place for when I made some friends, so...I was wondering if you wanted to be my plus one?"

Then, Yuuji finally gets it. He had been ignoring the small conversations happening around him the entire time thanks to Todo's interruptions.

The Hall.

"Excuse me. I'm looking for the dorms. Gojo-sensei was supposed to show me, but he got sidetracked so I've been sort of left on my own."

"Of course, he did. Geeze, that guy." Megumi sighs. "You can follow me. I'll show you where some empty rooms near the other girls are."

"Thank you so much! I'm (Name) by the way."

"Fushiguro," he states plainly and simply as you struggle behind him with your luggage. "Is that stuff heavy? Want me to help you carry it?"

”Yes. My arms got numb while I was waiting. Thank you so much!”

The Game.

"Out!" Gojo says. Fushiguro rounds first base to head back to the dugout, but you at least made it home to score. You head to the dugout as well.

"That's too bad, Fushiguro. You'll get it next time," you say, sitting next to him.

"As long as Kugisaki made it to second and you made it home then it's fine. I'm not really too hyped up on winning anyway."

”Oh. I was really looking forward to seeing you get one.”

”Too bad. Guess you’ll have to wait,” and by “wait” Megumi had meant probably not ever but you laughed anyway even though you had got what he meant.

”I don’t mind waiting.”

The Dorms.

"Kugisaki-san said you could summon different shikigami animals."

"That's true."

"Would you mind showing me sometime? I love animals."

"What is your favorite?"

"I really like rabbits. Are you able to summon those?"

"Not at the moment, but I’ll show you when I learn it. How do you feel about dogs instead?"

”That cute dog was yours? That’s amazing.”

And now.

"Yeah, sure. I wasn't really in the mood for anything at school anyway," Fushiguro agrees, and your face lights up with a glow that could rival sunshine. Yuuji thinks if he squints he can see the anime hearts starting to dance over your head but Fushiguro didn't seem to mind.

Itadori could almost laugh. That's a new record in anyone ever befriending Fushiguro. The two of you must have hit it off really well. Yuuji smiles. In that case, he couldn't be upset. That must mean fate has something in store for you guys, and he didn't want to get in the way. "I guess girls really do like that cool, quiet type."

Meanwhile, Todo is crying in defeat. How could a woman like you like Fushiguro?

"He's so boring though..."

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miyalove · 3 years

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⋆｡˚⁀➷ PILLOW TALK.

cr. originally posted by houseofkarasuno

⤷ pairing. suna rintaro x fem!reader

⤷ genre. fluff, suggestive, timeskip au, established relationship au

⤷ warnings. swearing, crude language, crude humor, implied sex, mentions of bondage, mentions of hickeys, *unedited’

1.5k | after one of the greatest fucks in your life, suna pops the big question. your response has him not as surprised as he would have thought.

your breath evens out slowly while you trace the outlines of your dull ceiling. besides you, suna plops down on your sheets. he faces you, golden eyes hooded while exhaustion dances behind them.

“how was that?” it’s a question that has you giggling around your jagged breaths. the noise makes him quirk a brow.

“you always ask that after we fuck.”

“it’s cause i wanna know if ya liked it,” you can practically imagine his cute little shrug after he speaks. it’s become a habit of his to nonchalantly shrug things off, but you know him better than that. it’s not just a simple question. he doesn’t just want to know if you liked it. he wants to know if you liked it. if the position he had you in hurt or if the knots bounding your wrist to the bedpost were too tight. he wanted to know if you were okay. they’re two vastly different concepts, according to him.

you let out a sigh, shifting your position to face your boyfriend. a thin layer of sweat is still present on his skin. under the lighting he looks like he’s glowing making him impossibly more attractive. unbeknownst to you, he’s thinking the same thing. your delicate body fits perfectly next to his like you were simply made to be with him.

“yes, i liked it, rintaro.” you punctuate your claim with a soft grin, “more than that actually.” you shift closer to him. “that might of just been our best one yet.”

as you wiggle, the mattress moans with your heavy movement. the familiar groan cracks a small smile on your boyfriends face, probably thinking of a stupid innuendo. you shot him a glare, daring him to say it. he let’s out a dry chuckle, rolling his eyes instead.

“good boy,” you lean down pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead. it taste salty from the lingering sweat and it’s quick not wanting to get his gross bodily fluids all up on your face either. no matter how quick you are though, you could never be as fast as professional athlete suna rintaro (it’s something he always reminds you about).

in one quick motion, suna wraps his macular arms around your middle. he drags your body over his own. the shock has you struggling to find a grip. your hands fail around to find some kind of support. your legs twist and tangle themselves in your blankets. suna’s arms stay wrapped around your core, steadying you while you struggle.

it’s an awkward sight. your legs try to mount his hips, but the room is too dark and you’re bones rattle with exertion. to suna, it’s a sight to behold. your hair is messy from your previous action but it frames your pretty face in just the right way. he admires the way you struggle to hop over him. you’re a lot smaller than he is (just the way he likes it, if he’s being honest) so you’re determination to fit is admirable. he can’t help the feeling that washes over him while he eyes you cutely struggling.

it’s laughable. it’s clumsy. it’s you-- that’s all he could ever want.

“you looked like a fish nearin’ it’s last days,” you huff at the dig. only he would throw such a specific insult. when you finally find purchase on top of him, you feel his knees bend behind you. gladly, you lean back thankful for the support. a comfortable silence takes over the room. he watches as your eyes flutter shut. it seems like fatigue as finally caught up with you.

he allows you to lean into him. all your weight shifts onto his legs and even if they ache from practice, he doesn’t dare move or mention it. he doesn’t want to wake you. you do so much for him. the least he could do was let you have a few minutes of rest. in the silence, his eyes get to work on you.

you’re tits are on full display as well as your tummy and if he were to pull at the sheets, your pretty pink panties would be uncovered. it was the only thing you managed to throw own before flopping yourself into bed. pink looks good on you. it was a something he noticed a while ago. he racks his brain to the first time he saw you in the soft color.

3rd year, lantern festival.

you looked stunning in that outfit. the dress curved and accented all the best part of your body. the bright pink contrasted perfectly with the dark sky surrounding you. you shined bright that day, heads turned and necks were broken. at the time, it worried him having not been yours. he stuck beside you for an uncharacteristic amount of time. every corner you went, he seemed to randomly be there and ready to help you win prizes or to tease you about the little things.

he was worried then but now, he he’s able to hold you in his arms without a worry. he’s able to fuck you senseless until you’re begging for more. he can be little patchy with replying back to your messages and sometimes he isn’t in the mood for PDA but you understand that.

you understand him.

you understand his silences. his thoughtless grunts. his wordless stares.

at this realization, something switches within him. he needs to say something. his words are caught in his throat. choked between waking you up or letting you rest. his heart pounds, his fingers are suddenly jittery. he loves you so fucking much. from the day you stepped into his classroom to introduce yourself to the moment you made fun of atsumu over a shared interest. he finally saw you that day. he knew then he wanted to have your melodious giggle as the sound track to his life.

he was so stupidly in love with you then.

he takes one last glance your way. his throat dries with that same nervousness he had when he asked you out for the first time (he was a broke 3rd year, so he took you out the the fanciest ramen vending machine spot he knew then the two of you stayed up all night walking and venturing the city. it was absolutely perfect).

and now five years later, nothing has changed.

“till death do us apart.” it comes out in a mumble of anxiousness, but it’s loud enough to stir you awake.

your eyes gently open and he’s staring straight into you. your brows crinkle, slightly worried. you’ve only seen him this tense a few times in your time together. they were all about volleyball. weather his time was going to win or not weather he was training hard enough-- all worries that were be quickly squashed once you were there to call him down.

never have you seen this look as you laid down with him. in the middle of your thoughts, it remember that you had to reply. rubbing the sleep out of your eye, you shake your head, “what was that, love?”

he repeats himself again, just a little bit louder this time. it still makes your head tilt in question. ‘till death do us apart? what the hell is he on about? what about death? and why are we apart of it?

you sit on on his lap staring into his widened eyes. they’re glossed over, hazed with a fear that brings you back to the honeymoon phases of your relationship. you’re so tied up in the thought, you have to force yourself to focus again. till death do us apart... ‘till death do us apart? wait--

“proposing on valentines day?” you lean over him. your chest presses up against his bare torso. you smirk, “how... original.” sarcasm laces your tone. the way you’re able to tease him in such a delicate situation has him huffing out a breath he hadn’t know he was holding.

“that doesn’t sound like a yes to me.”

“that’s because it wasn’t, silly.”

that heavy feeling presses at his chest again. “oh.”

one word yet you could already tell he was overthinking it.

“hey, hey. slow down there.” you pet at his dark locks, gently lacing your fingers through them. your hot breath fans at his face with how close you. mindlessly, he rests his hands on your hips pulling you impossibly closer.

“i’m not saying no either, rin.” he tilts his head, obviously confused. you read him like an open book as you continue. you can’t help the disappointed sigh, “i’m not saying yes because a proposal on valentines day, rin? come on! you’re 1000 times better than that!”

so many emotions show through him. there’s confusion because why would you play with him like that. there’s a side of him that want to roll his eyes at your childish antics. then there’s a side of him that gets it. it’s too cliché. it’s too lovey-dovey honeymoon phase. you were never one for romcoms anyways so he gets it.

“so it’s not a no either?”

“it’s a- uh... to be decided,” you purr.

silence.

“you’re so fucking lucky i love you.” he angles himself forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. it’s starts off soft. your mouths slotting together perfectly. then his grip on your hips gets tighter. your hands start to roam his body. and the way his hands coax you to move has you already knowing where this is going.

“yeah, yeah. i love you too.”

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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years

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Before Rewrite - Hades

*Spoilers for D3 rewrite~!!!! takes place from when Hades gets to the isle to the scene where Mal takes the ember from Hades!*

Hades cursed the rulers of Auradon every hour of every day for putting him on this wretched isle of filth and trash. He was a god! The god of the undead, the underworld! He was a crucial player in the mortal's circle of life; without him, there would be no place for souls to go, Thanatos would harvest them but with no one to claim them; they would wander around the lands forever.

He could already sense the disturbed souls, miserably watching their families walk by, or through them. All alone with no one to turn to and nowhere to go.

He had only been here for two weeks and he was already sick of it; he may have never liked it but his job was important and he needed to get back to work

Two weeks and four days…that's all it took for the gods to replace him. He didn’t know who it was but they seemed to know what they were doing, claiming souls so fast Hades could hardly sense when one had left the mortal world to live in the underworld.

Hades perked up at the sound of crying

Oh, Hadie.

He turned on his heel and speed over to the makeshift crib of his son, rubbing the top of his fuzzy blue hair and picking him up; gently rocking him as Hadie continued to cry, Hades didn’t know from what but he would try to find out.

Like the little god he was, Hadie unexpectedly thrived on the barren isle of the lost; with what little food he got and with little sun, Hadie grew quickly and strong. At four years old he was already growing into his namesake; though Hades couldn’t ever resist being a dad over his little gap tooth in the middle of his teeth.

Hades just wished Persephone could see Hadie grow, and Hades wished he could see his little flower, Melinoe, grow into the headstrong warrior she was meant to be.

Whaaaaaaaat the fuck did he do….what in the actual fuck did he DO?!

He had stupidly gotten black out drunk at Gaston’s bar and somehow ended up with Maleficent! Of all people on the isle?! No-not out of all people, just with someone in general!?

He had prided himself in being the most loyal husband of his brothers, Zeus who had slept with a woman every time Hera blinked, and Poseidon; who wasn’t any better.

Hades had always been loyal and true to his wife…well there were those two times BUT compared to his brothers; he was loyal.

AND NOW HE HAD TO GO AND FUCK UP THAT STREAK; over 1000 years, 1000 years! And some bad whiskey had to ruin it.

He left that bed without a word, rushing home to his 4-year-old son who luckily hadn’t woken up yet from his sleep; and Hades swore if nothing came from that mistake, Hadie would never know about it.

Welp…that was something that came from the mistake. 11 months after the incident with Maleficent-

-There, right in front of his gates to his underground lair; was a little baby girl, halfheartedly swaddled in a green blanket and set at his gate, a little note taped to the front.

‘your problem now -M’

Hades leaned out of the gates, looking around for any goblins or any sign of the mistress of evil herself. But there was nothing. Hades sighed and crouched down, gently picking up the baby girl and holding him to his chest, her cries quieting as her cheek pressed against the fabric of his shirt.

She opened her eyes, vivid green with sparks of gold and yellow. She laughed, reaching up to his hair with a gummy smile. Hades sighed again and turned on his heel, closing the gate with his foot.

At least he got another chance at raising his daughter, and he would do his best to do as he would’ve with Melinoe.

Hadie had asked a billion questions when Hades placed the new baby in Hades old crib, leaning over and peering down at his little sister. Hades had explained it the best way he knew how to a child; but Hadie miraculously understood, didn’t blame him. All he did was reach down towards his sister and grin as the baby took his finger.

“I like her! Are we keeping her?” Hadie had asked, his gap tooth making his little grin seem even bigger.

“she's not a dog Hadie, but yes that’s the plan. I don’t think her mother’s coming back.” Hades rubbed Hadie’s fluffy blue hair and then reached out to rub his daughter's bluish-purple hair gently, her two-month-old hair curling around his fingers.

“What's her name?” Hadie continued to babble off questions, his yellow eyes staring directly into his sister's emerald eyes.

Hades thought for a moment, pursing his lips as he looked at the note and turned it over. Nothing other than Maleficent's writing and initial. Either the fae hadn’t given the baby a name or didn’t care enough to tell him.

“Morana“ the pagan Slavic goddess of winter and death; he had met or once or twice, not enough to know her but the name matched the baby girl before him well enough. (in this world, gods of all religions/beliefs exist in the same universe, they usually keep to themselves and rarely interact.)

Hadie repeated the name, pulling his finger around with Morana still holding onto him. “I like it!”

Three months later, Maleficent returned and took Morana from him; not even letting him give her a damn thing to remember him by. “I need an heir, that evil queens been bragging about her little rat and I won't let her get the upper hand with it” Hadie watched from behind Hades legs as the fae walked away with his little sister, her blue-purple hair stark against the black of Maleficent's sleeves.

Morana cried the entire time, reaching out for her father with tears streaming from her sparking yellow-green eyes, her face red with the flurry of confusing emotions she was feeling.

Hades took a step forward, going to take his daughter back but was stopped by Maleficent's goons, all glaring at him.

He was outmatched.

He stepped back, glaring at Maleficent's back as she took back their daughter she had abandoned so heartlessly three months ago.

Mal. That was her name now. He had heard many talk about the newly revealed daughter of evil; the daughter of Maleficent. Mal.

Hades clicked his jaw at the thought of her name, Maleficent had been shellfish and named her own daughter right after her; Hades would bet his stash of chocolate that Mal’s full name was just Maleficent.

At least Hades had been original.

Throughout the next couple of years, as Mora-Mal. Grew up, Hades kept out an eye on her; just out of sight from her and just barely stepping in if any of the older people of the isle, who had…less than ideal moral compasses, got any ideas about his daughter.

A few times he tried to go up to her, but each time she saw him she either ran away in fear, or stared him down with no spark of familiar want or recognition.

So he kept away, respecting her non-verbal wishes and leaving Mal to herself.

It didn’t stop him from trying to keep her safe. He left her food on the nights Maleficent or her goons forgot, never charged her when she came into his restaurant, was never harsh with her. Some of the other villains got curious at his gentleness with Mal but quickly shut up with a spark of red in his eyes. He might’ve lost his magic but he was still a god.

Hades watched from the shadows as Mal and her three ‘friends’ climbed into the limo, the son of Hook and son of Gaston climbing in alongside them. Mal looked up at Maleficent, who did an odd gesture and Mal nodded, sliding in and closing the limo door behind her.

He followed the limo all the way to the bridge, watching his daughter leave the isle for the first time and go to Auradon. If she didn’t end up burning it down; he hoped she would have a good life away from her mother.

Over three years later, his son was chosen to go the Auradon by his sister, and Hades watched melancholy as Hadie packed his things; fiddling with the dull ember between his fingers. Hadie hefted his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his duffle bag, nodding at his dad; who stood and walked over to his son “stay safe” Hades muttered, pulling Hadie in for a side hug, his hand resting on the back of Hadie’s head. “say hi to your mother and sister for me?” Hadie nodded against him, using his free arm to squeeze Hades back, and turned on his heel, walking out of the mines.

Only an hour later Hades stood at the bridge plaza, ember in hand; pointing it at his daughter, who cried out in pain against the embers draining powers. He pulled back as much as he could, he needed to get out; he just couldn't do it anymore, the isle was hell and he needed to leave.

Mal screamed in pain again and Hades faltered, remembering her cries for him when Maleficent took her oh so long ago. But the girl besides Hook took his falter and rushed at him, slamming him back behind the barrier and walking back through it a moment later.

Hades growled to himself, he had failed his attempted escape and hurt his kid. He stood and walked away from the plaza, planning to stay in his lair for the rest of the week in shame.

It was just the next day when he saw his kids again, Hadie and Celia standing in front of him; giving the excuse of a forgotten bass and some delivered goods. But Mal wasn’t as quiet as she should've been, he grabbed her hand just as she grabbed the ember and pulled it from her grip, staring her down behind his sunglasses.

She meekly asked for the ember multiple times, and on the third time, he raised his brow, holding up the ember in the air as he looked down at his daughter “You’re only half Hades, the ember won't do everything for you that it does for me” Mal huffed and gestured to Hadie.

“Hadie’s gonna be the one to use it anyway, I just wanted-to…” Mal looked up at him wide-eyed and shocked, and Hades had a startling realization that Mal might have not known about him at all.

After a few minutes of Mal screeching about her mother’s lies and her not being able to understand how ‘she’ happened, she demanded the ember once more “if you wanna make up for being a lousy dad” ouch that stung, he didn’t mean to be one; he just was forced into that position “gimme the ember”

Hades gave Mal the ember and watched her walk out, sighing sadly as he realized he could’ve been there for Mal a long time ago if not for his stupid assumption. He warned her about the ember getting wet and she just pushed past him, Hadie sharing one last glance with him before following after her.

Hades sighed, collapsing back in his minecart turned chair and leaning his head back. So much for respecting her wishes as a child, she hadn’t even known he existed as her dad.

-end-

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Post CA:CW Fix It Stony Fanfics

Making Amends by TheseStoriesAreWrittenOnMyHeart

Summary: Everything about them happened in seconds. Their first meeting was quick, with Tony landing next to the Captain, each man giving a curt nod and name in greeting. Their argument on the hellicarrier took mere seconds to escalate. Until Steve was goading Tony into putting on the suit and going a few rounds and Tony not so subtly reminding Steve that he wasn’t afraid to hit an old man. It was only seconds of staring at Tony on that New York City Street, his arc reactor dark, no rise and fall of his chest, for Steve to know that inside the tin can, was a good man. Then Ultron happened, and it took seconds for their world to change, seconds for Steve to throw his shield at Tony and for the billionaire to send a repulsor blast back. They went from laughing and relaxing to standing on an edge thousands of feet above solid ground. And now…now everything’s changed. And all it took was a combination of seconds; of decisions made, actions performed and words spoken that they couldn’t get back. Just a few ticks of the clock for their world to shatter.

It’ll take more than that to make things right.

Note: This one deals with amending the accords. It is about how the avengers pick up after the civil war and how they learn to be friends again. It is an incredibly detailed and well written piece! Also, NO TEAM CAP OR TEAM IRON MAN BASHING. I was only supposed to re-read a few chapters to recall the story and give a few-word review but I ended up re-reading the whole goddamn thing. It’s a masterpiece.

maybe love is the reason why (we're seeing it eye to eye) by parkrstark

Summary: "I'm sorry. Repeat that again." Tony leaned forward in his seat from across the table. He even stuck a finger in his ear as if he was cleaning it out. "I don't think I heard you right."

Fury rolled his eyes-- or well, eye. "You and Rogers need to go undercover as a married couple in a community out on Long Island."

After Civil War, Tony and Steve are sent on an undercover mission as a couple to try and find Hydra informants. Somehow, they end up with Peter as their undercover son who decides to play matchmaker even if the two of them are doing their best to ignore their feelings after Siberia.

Note: My latest Fix It read! It just completed today. This fic is a phenomenal read, with its fake relationship, superfamily, undercover, and sexual tension elements! A definite 1000/10!

and this is the map of my heart by CydSA

Summary: The Avengers are splintered - spread out across the world.

There are many things to regret. The biggest one is what could have been.

Tony refuses to have any more regrets. Steve realizes that perhaps he made the wrong choice.

It starts from here....

Note: Here is some sweet, sweet, Civil War Fix It. It dwells deep into the Accords, how Tony fixes it, and the downfall of Ross.

floating point exception by ooka

There is something, he knows, to see a man as mortal. To see his fault lines and jagged edges instead of the smooth surface they present. Most people don’t like the illusion, whether it be good or not. They don’t want people like him to be human.

But that’s what he is, under the suit and the smile and the sunglasses. Under the bravo and the quick grins. He’s just a man, trying to hide his broken pieces, the dents in his heart, the washed out color of his soul. He’s just a man, trying to solve problems and make the world better. That’s why he’s Ironman, just a man in a suit. Nothing extra.

The place where the arc reactor used to rest in his chest aches so fiercely for a moment that Tony can’t breathe.

He takes in a few breaths and does what Tony does best - pushes it down and goes to work.

(Tony, after the Civil War. Post CA:CW)

Note: A 150k+ fanfic that is centered on Tony, his issues, and his struggles. PREPARE TO CRY.

Not Enough Scotch for this Matchmaking Scheme by desolateice:

Summary: After Civil War and a lot of healing the Avengers are fed up with the stubborn silence between Steve and Tony and try to take things in their own hands.

Note: A Fix It where the ‘kids’ play matchmaker to bring their fighting ‘parents’ back together!

Never Eye To Eye by vorkosigan for mrsgingles

Summary: After the Civli War, the Avengers were back together.

How is everything going, Tony? Pepper had asked in her email. It's fine (Tony had written back). I'm fighting with Steve all the time. Everything is going to hell. I'm okay (you know I'm always okay).

(Or: How Tony and Steve learned to be a bit gentler with each other)

Note: A 26k+ fic where Steve and Tony learned how to be friends again, and more. It deals with the struggles and frustrations they had just to salvage their friendship.

Fly One More Time (Alternately Titled--The Phoenix) by RavenLost2187

Summary: Steve couldn't see them before.

But then he woke up and there they were.

There's a small problem though.

One of his teammates doesn't have wings like he should.

And that's Tony Stark

Note: Some winged fics anyone? This has a bit of a Team as Family element and not to mention that glorious Civil War fix it theme!

What it’s worth by masterlokisev159

Summary: Tony's scent is off. Wanda realizes why.

Note: Here is a Hurt and Comfort fic for you with a dash ABO elements in it!

Sunrise Over the End of the World by Sapphic_Futurist

Summary: When Dr. Strange arrives at an Accords Committee Meeting and warns of the coming of an alien megalomaniac set on destroying the world, the Rogues are pardoned and Tony finds himself exactly where he never wanted to be. Back at the Compound with Steve, who still can't take a hint and won't leave him alone.

In which Tony is broken and Steve finds redemption.

Note: A Bad case of Tony acting like nothing happened and doing his goddamn best to avoid Steve. It’ll work all out in the end. Well, it will get worst first before that though..

We stand together (or not at all) by Jana_C

Summary: It’s so easy to hate this man, so painfully easy. He’s the embodiment of rich, white male privilege. He’s irritatingly arrogant, and he doesn’t always think before acting, and even when he does, he manages to twist his logic around and shape it into something that will always benefit him, and yet, here he is, building the guy who killed his parents an arm, without having been asked; working his way through diplomacy and politics, even though he hates it with every fiber of his being, just so he can correct the mistakes all of them made. She watches him go and sighs, small and tired, before texting a single line to Steve. Get ready to come home.

Note: Anyone up for some Tony Whump and Appreciation fanfic?

You Don’t Only Get One Shot by janonny

Summary: In which Tony voluntarily carries a tracker around, and learns how to talk to Steve all over again in-between and during kidnapping attempts.

“Leave you alone for two months, and you have an operation all set up to track wayward Hydra cells and rescue innocent billionaires,” Tony said, his tone skating the line of annoyance and admiration.

Note: a dose of Stalkerish!Steve (but not in an entirely creepy way because he just wants to keep Tony safe dammit).

You've Got A Sister Now by ZaraMelMercury

Summary: It's been a year since the events of the Avengers' Civil War. Tony Stark is trying to pick up the pieces of his life, while juggling his work, his remaining friendships, getting therapy sessions for Rhodey and dealing with government politics, as well as the Accords.

It is a bit rough, but he's got Pepper (always a steady rock by his side), Rhodey, Happy and the Kid- Peter Parker. Tony would never admit to it up front and center, but you could always catch a proud look on the man's face whenever the young Spiderling was mentioned!

Life seemed to be looking up...

Except for one, minor detail:

Steve Rogers.

The hope for one reconciliation, surprisingly, led to another!

A new bond that would form that Tony would ultimately always be thankful for.

"Oh, I wanna take it back!... " "No, no, no, you can't retract it!"

Who would've thought it?

Tony Stark has a sister looking out for him, after all.

Note: Here are some Tony and Nat friendship for you! This one isn’t exactly a solid fix it but one with a more of hopeful ending.

The Bro Code by Sullen

Summary: In a world where the Winter Soldier is found years earlier and is named Tony’s godfather, Zemo plays a different R-rated video and Siberia goes a little differently.Or –Steve breaks the bro code.

Note: This is just too cute and wholesome not to include.

WIP

Used to be Mine by Fangirlingmanaged

Tony can't even recognize himself nowadays.

Note: This one certainly deserves a place at the heavy angst category because that’s what it is. HEAVY ANGST AND HEARTBREAK.

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fairestwriting · 3 years

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im so happy you had fun with that prompt!! i now would like to request a continuation of it 👀 male childhood friend finally finishes all 1000 cranes and confesses to idia. (the papercuts on his fingers hurt, but it will be worth it, maybe. anything for his friend, even if his wish fails and he can never breach that distance)

*incoherent idialiker crying* Thank you for requesting this (post prequel here!)

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word count: 1111- over the limit but shh pretend you didnt see that. im treating myself

#991 comes to be, place right next to its siblings, in their multicolored paper glory. You’d folded... how many of these, today? They were turning into quite the pile near your desk. You tossing the newest addition to it seems to get Idia’s attention away from the handheld console he was busying himself with as he laid down on your bed.

“...another?” He asks, eyes away from the screen for a second. You sigh.

“Yup. That makes it 991.”

Silence. He’s staring without much of an expression. You feel nervous for some reason, like you rarely do around him.

“You’re... really close to the 1000, huh. So you were serious about this.” He mumbles, and goes back to the game. You take another sheet.

“I told you I’d be.” You boast, smug smile on your face that doesn’t really fit how tired your hands feel from the repetitive movements.

Idia steals another glance -- Quicker, like he feels guilty for looking.

“I don’t know if this means you’re crazy,” He starts, stopping for a second to... slay an enemy in the game? Finish his full combo? Who knows. You didn’t. “Or that you really like this person.”

Heat creeps up your neck. You almost want to laugh.

“T...The latter, I guess.” You mutter, and you fold another. Crane #992, you stare at it briefly. The laughing is still stuck in your throat, out of embarrassment or just amusement, you’re not sure.

“You’re still not telling me who it is.” Idia sighs. Does he sound upset? You can’t exactly tell. You’re about to pull another sheet of paper, but your hands protest.

“I said I’d tell you when I finished all of them.” You insist -- Heart beating a little faster, would today be that day? You were so close. You could finish in just a couple minutes, but your breaks between cranes were getting so much longer now. The skin on your fingers is littered with cuts, everything achey and uncomfortable from the effort. “Can’t you wait for, uh... seven more?”

“So I’m hearing about it today?”

Idia actually looks at you now, and for once, you’re the one who’s being flustered. You find that you lack a proper response to it.

“...maybe! Are you even ready for that?” You tease, but there’s little to no bite to it. Ugh, now you’re thinking about it. All the stupid pining had been getting to your head so easily, recently, especially when Idia seems to insist on being close to you even more often. Does that idiot even know what he’s doing? Obviously he does not, but you’ll still ask yourself that question. “You’ve been pestering me since I started.”

“W-Well, I wanna know who my childhood friend is so crazy in love with? The way you act makes me think of a dating sim.” He says, the console leaning on his chest as he looks up at your ceiling. “...that archetype of the pining childhood friend of the protagonist, who never really gets what they want.”

Hey, are you trying to jinx me? “T-That’s not funny, Idia.” You feel your eye twitch. Does this idiot even know what he’s doing? You ask again, this time less amused about his actions. A smirk seems to surge on Idia’s lips.

“Fuhihi, why? Are you scared that’s how you’re gonna end up?” He giggles. Bastard. Jerk. Idiot. “Well, it’s fine, right. If you’re not childhood friends with them then you’re a completely different character. I’ve always thought you fitted the stubborn tsundere better.”

Your stomach is in knots, heart racing. You had been folding while he spoke -- On 994 now.

“...wait. D-Don’t tell me.”

Silence. Idia sits up on the bed, and he stares at you. Your face feels hot. So you’ve noticed? So you’re finally figuring it out? You fold #995.

“...hey, are you...”

“No.” You speak, interrupting him easily. “Five more. Wait for them.”

“T-This isn’t funny. You can’t be joking about that.”

A smile creeps on your face, though your hands begin shaking wildly. “Four more, Idia.” You breathe in deep. So here goes nothing. The paper cuts hurt just a bit less, and you wonder if in these few minutes, they’ll be completely numbed out, or they’ll join the burn of your heartbreak.

In the end, it’d been quite the journey, and maybe that itself made everything worth it. At least you tried, and at least you tried well -- In a way or another, Idia gets to see your devotion.

“Two more.” You murmur. “Keep being patient for me, okay?”

You fold #998, then #999 in that silence. Yes, it’s worth it. No matter how it ends, you wouldn’t have this -- All those years, those buried and tangled feelings -- any other way.

“One more.” You pick the sheet up, and you walk over to the bed, standing in front of him. Idia watches you with his eyes wide, like he’s witnessing a fever dream. You begin to fold. “We’re almost here, so I guess I should...start, huh.”

Your hands keep moving. One more fold, then another. You could do this without looking at them now.

“I don’t even know how I could say this.” You shake your head. Another one. “But fist I’ve gotta mention you’re so stupid for never picking up on it. I mean, could I be any more obvious than this?”

With a laugh, the crane is done. Idia’s eyes widen even more -- If that was even possible. You feel like your heart could explode when you take his hand, shakily, with an uncertainty you usually only see on him, and place the crane on his palm.

“It’s for you, idiot. Everything’s always been for you. It couldn’t be anyone else, even with... all these others that I’ve thought about, no one’s ever came close to what I feel for you.” It spills out, you swallow, trying to keep the overflowing of your emotions at bay, but it’s impossible by now, really -- And you look into his stupidly beautiful amber eyes. “It’s always been you, Idia. I’m in love with you.”

The following seconds are like torture, with him saying nothing as he looks at the crane in his hands in complete shock. You sigh. It’s at least I tried, and at least I told him, but also I hope this works, I hope he understands me.

Idia holds the crane in his hands, shaky, but still cautious -- Not wanting to wrinkle it. Tears prickle at the corners of his eyes.

“S-So can I finally say...” He murmurs, looking into your eyes -- Time stops. It’s a fairytale now, instead of just life. “That it’s always been you for me, too?”

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #lis writing

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animeangel21 · 3 years

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Part 1- ryomen sukuna

"You're emotions will be your downfall young one, try to relax yourself." Gojo senseis words rang in my ear as I got laid out on my back

I settled in my small room placing my bracelets on my dresser before settling on my bed. I placed my head in my hands and tried to suppress my anger that tended to over flow with inconveniences like today. I used the bracelets that were circular to help me control my abilities and it worked till I took them off. Once they were off there was very little chance of me fully being able to control my cursed energy.

Gojo told me to go and relax while the other 3 went on a mission that wouldn't require me cause it wasn't too serious but if back up was needed I would need to stand on call, I could feel my palms already radiating a lot of energy so I went to my room and sat on the floor and began meditating.

After a while I felt better and let out a sigh of relaxation. I got up and removed my shirt standing in my sports bra and my joggers that I had worn with my uniform. I found it easier to move in, easier to fight in than a skirt like most of the females at jujutsu tech wore. And don't get me wrong I had my fair share of skirts for casual days at school but today just wasn't one of those days. I ran the water for my shower and grabbed a large shirt and some panties to sleep in and stripped off the rest of my clothes before stepping into the scorching hot water.I washed away all of today's dirt, grime, and tension and couldn't help but relax more into the hot stream of water. Once I finished washing my hair and body I stepped out and got dressed tossing my dirty uniform into my laundry bin and laying on my bed looking at my phone. Hm.. usually Yuji would text me by now, it's been several hours since the mission and I was beginning to worry.

Eventually I fell asleep not sure what time but when I woke up it was to someone entering my room.

The only other persons with a key were Yuji and kugisaki and I wasn't sure who it was.

"H-hello Yuji..k-kugisaki?" I stuttered trying to control my nerves. My room was dark as hell and I was petrified to step out of bed and light the candles I had on my bedside.

My bracelets had been on the other side of the room so it wasn't any use running for them.

"Mya it's me Yuji"

I felt the familiar energy of Yuji as he neared my room. Usually I could feel sukunas energy as well and I could say me n him have had our exchange of words and it was never pleasant, but something was off.

"I-I almost... didn't make it.." he said and he was looking down the whole time.

I threw the blankets off of me and crawled to The end of my bed and embraced him in a tight hug.

"God, you're okay. I know it's scary almost not making it back.. I gave you guys the key to my place cause sometimes I can't get out of my head after something like that either so you're gonna be okay and you're gonna get stronger from here on."

"You're right, I am gonna get stronger." He said and hugged me tighter and his chin rested on your shoulder. There was a brief silence and he took a couple deep breaths. Something definitely wasn't right, his hold on me got tighter and my nails dug into his back.

"Maybe I'll take you down with me." Another voice, a deeper , repulsive voice said in my ear cutting through the night silence

I attempted to pull away but sukuna laughed at my failed attempt. "Suprise to see me princess? I do play innocent quite well." He said and held me tighter into his chest I looked around nervously and could feel a cold sweat cover my body.

"What the hell do you want! What did you do to yuji?" I said and he chuckled pulling away but keeping me close.

"Nothing, the brat is fine.he's still breathing if that's what you're really concerned about." He smirked in my face. My blood started boiling the longer I stared at his stupid perfect face, the longer I was in his arms the angrier I got.

" don't look so happy princess." He said sarcastically.

I clenched my fist behind him cause my arms were still stuck there.

"Let me go and we can forget about our little encounter here. I'm not gonna hurt you unless you choose to go that route." I said as calmly as I could muster up.

"I'll let you go but you definitely won't forget about this encounter. I'll have my way with you,remember our last little conversation." He said and my eyes widened with fear.

——————flashy back time——————

After the mission and yuji having his heart ripped out his chest by sukuna, I had a couple of colorful words for him every time he showed up.

This time it had been me and him alone in a single room.

"You know, you're quite angry for such a small woman." He said and I glared at him in anger.

I looked over hoping that megumi or kugisaki would wake the fuck up and bust in to help or Gojo would show up before I'm killed or rip this fool limb by limb.

"Fuck off, I just want my friend back. That curse is already done for so what more do you want?" I said looking at him as he smirked down at me from the broken ledge on the wall.

"Don't look up without permission doll face wouldn't wanna punish you." My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and he just fell infront of me and put his fingers together.

Before I could even think it was really just me and him now, nowhere to hide or run. I had to get outta here.

"Domain expansion, innate domain"

I was ready for anything, no matter how quick he was I was gonna stay in my feet ready for anything.

"So this is your form of punishment?quite shitty for the king of curses." I said looking up at him with a smirk.

He looked down at me bored but smirked. "I could do much worse but I wouldn't wanna split your body in 7 pieces and keep you alive to feel the pain." Quicker than I could process he was behind me and tapped my shoulder and drug his nails down the nape of my neck.

"Boo!" He whispered and when I turned he lifted me off the ground by my neck.

"You're in my territory n-"

"Let her go sukuna" yujis voice sounded and I moved gathered the energy to grab sukunas wrist and I choked out the words.

"Release me" his hand involuntarily opened and I fell to the ground.

"Incredibly annoying you are, just when it was getting fun you show up." He quickly went to attack yuji and once I could breathe in enough oxygen I stood up and grabbed his wrist once again.

"Don't move" I said and he froze but only to look at me and smirk.

"Fine have it your way." He said loudly before he mumbled something to himself. He grabbed my face and his nail cut my lip deeply and as the blood dripped he swiped his thumb over my bottom lip licking it off.

"Don't you worry I'll have my way with you regardless of your feelings" he said and as he put his fingers together and smirked at me. gojos voice rang in my head pulling me out of whatever the fuck this was.

"Damn that sorcerer." He muttered through gritted teeth before watching me closely.

"Till the next time we're alone princess" he smirked and with that I was held in megumis arms and gojo held yuji over his shoulder with one arm.

"Ahh mya welcome back, hopefully you didn't do something you would regret."

"Other than potentially signing my life over to the 1000 year old demon Inside of itadori yeah I'm fucking amazing" I said my voice laced with sarcasm.

"You didn't do anything sukuna is just a grumpy old man who likes to bother people a little too much. Yes you probably found a way to antagonize him but I doubt he'll do anything infront of our faces." Kugisaki said and I glared at her as megumi put me down.

"Heh maybe he likes you" she said lowly and a deep blush spread across my face and I looked at her with wide eyes.

"DONT SAY STUFF LIKE THAT! Oh my god, now that sadistic fuck is gonna think he has the right to flirt and soon enough I'll be dead." I said and walked with her.

He wasn't bad looking.. I know it sounds fucking bad saying a 1000 year old demon with a hawty body and some black tattoos and spiky pink hair is absolutely attractive but that would be one of my biggest secrets till I'm in the fucking grave.

2 nights later after the incident we All had a sleep over in yujis room watching shitty horror films and anime. By the time everyone had fallen asleep I was the the last one awake yuji on his bed, kugisaki on the floor infront of a couch and megumi was gone stating he wasn't about to sleep on anything in yujis room. I laid on the couch and drifted off into a deep sleep.

That night had been so embarrassing for me it wasn't even funny or relatively okay in any matter.

"So now you're in my dreams asshole.." I said and he smirked looking down on me from his throne of bones.

"You should show more respect to your elders princess, plus I'm not doing anything this is all you." He said and soon appeared infront of me and grabbed my face harshly. His sharp nails dug into my cheeks making me whine in pain.

"Oh I love those little sounds you make, I could ruin you alone just hearing that."

My legs trembled as he stared into my soul.

"Your blood is pumping I can practically feel it, hear it, I wanna taste it again. Maybe taste something else too while I'm at it." And my attempt to pull away failed as I fell backwards I landed on blood red silk sheets and a large comfy mattress.

What in the hell was going on!?

I had to muster up some energy to wake myself up but nothing worked.

"Darling relax" he said grabbing a sealed ribbon and tied my wrist together and suddenly my body was frozen and I could feel each and every one of his touches.

I could only fight this mentally but physically I was frozen.

"Agree to relax and take this and I'll take the seal off." He cockily said.

"Fine I agree" I growled under my breath.

There was a burning or stinging sensation on my thigh and his face was extremely close to mine and his large hand gripped my small wrist as if they were just sticks.

"I'll be addressed as master to you." He said and the stinging sensation on my thigh faded into a pleasurable sting.

The fuck is going on?!

HES TRYNA FUCK ME!

He looked down at me and his large hand rested on my waist while the other pulled off my shorts.

I couldn't move my wrist still and huffed with annoyance. His lips trailed from my ear down to my collarbone and he took in a deep breath.

" you smell delicious, hope you taste just as good" he said and his hand on my waist tightened.

"There's no running now princess." He smirked down at me and his sharp teeth sunk deeply into my neck.

I screamed in agony but his hand that ripped off my shorts slapped over my mouth and tears poured down my face.

His grip on my waist tightened significantly till it was painful.

"Hopefully I'm not a joke to you still, my punishment are no longer jokes are they princess?"

"N-no they're not" I stuttered from the pain and feeling of blood pouring from my neck.

"Wrong, how do you respond to me bitch!" He said and his hand was squeezing my ribs tighter by the second.

I whined in pain and I could feel my body giving in and turning against me.

"N-no they're not master" I said lowly, and embarrassed.

"That's right" he said and raked his hand down my body to my privates.

The moment his fingers dipped inside my panties and he used one finger to rub my clit and spread the wetness that formed.

"To think you didn't want me, naughty girl." He mumbled. I whined in response and he laughed.

"Someone's desperate." He mumbled as one of his long, thick fingers slid inside me stretching me.

I wanted to grab his wrist or stop him in some way but I couldn't. I didn't move I couldn't,, I didnt resist him or the intrusive finger.

"S-stop" I stuttered patheticly.

"More you said? Anything for you darling"

"N-NO AGGHH" I screamed in pain as he thrusted another finger in harshly. Tears fell down my face as he looked down at me smirking.

I felt an odd feeling and when I looked down a mouth was on the palm of his hand and started to lap my wetness up.

His long tongue shot out his mouth as his face got closer to mine and he dragged it across my neck lapping up the blood that started to dry.

I let out a soft moan cussing at myself mentally for showing any sign of pleasure. His tongue dragged up my neck and licked away my tears making me shy away and turn my head from his touch.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk Cmon princess I like it when you cry makes me wanna corrupt that innocence even more" he said with a smirk and his lips dragged across my face to my ear.

His fingers were moving at an unbearable pace causing my eyes to roll back and ball my fist as I held in all the noises I wanted to let out so badly. I wasn't about to give in to this and let myself become vulnerable to him, but I already had. I let myself become vulnerable, his fingers were knuckle deep in me, his hand mouth was sucking and licking me as my wetness was dripping out of me onto the sheets.

I felt my stomach tighten and I clenched around his fingers signaling I was close to my relesase.

"Are you gonna cum on my fingers slut? You better beg for it the right fuckin way."

Fuck this is embarrassing. The last fucking thing and the last fucking person I wanna do this with is beg sukuna of all people.

I can't lie to myself and say I hadn't thought of sukuna dominating me but I'd never tell Anyone, I'll never tell them about the past 2 nights of me dreaming of the demon and waking up to soaked panties.

His hand removed itself from my waist and went to my neck and he grabbed onto it with such force and pushed me further into the bed under me.

"Say it" he demanded in a voice deeper and much more seductive.

"I- please, please, make me cum m-master" I said with a red face and my eyes shut from embarrassment.

"Now look me in the face, in my eyes while you cum on my fingers." He said squeezing my throat harder making it hard to breathe.

I could feel that knot in my stomach getting tighter and tighter and before I came my eyes slowly opened and all four red eyes above me were staring down at me. My legs shook and I clenched around his fingers as my orgasm rocked my body but I didn't enjoy it due to my lack of air.

"T-too tight" I choked out and my mouth fell open as I struggled to pull in any type of air.

"Gnight" was all he said before I faded into darkness and woke up.

I shot up and I was covered in a thin layer of sweat and saw everyone was asleep. I looked around the room and everyone was fast asleep, I could feel the wetness between my legs and as embarrassing as it was I had to get up and leave or I could not ditch my friends and stay till morning.

I placed my face in the palm of my hands before getting an idea. I looked over at my overnight bag and decided I'll just go commando till morning and make up some excuse to leave.

I got up and walked into the bathroom, this was feeling really embarrassing and I'm gonna live with this for the rest of my life.

After peeling off my underwear and cleaning myself off with a wet paper towel so I wouldn't feel sticky while I slept, I walked out and placed the underwear in my sweatpants pocket and walked over to my bag placing them inside and zipping it up.

When I turned around I could see the smaller eyes on yuji open up and he smirked at me. His eyes

Opened as well and the black marks appeared.

Oh No,no, no,NO!

"Hopefully you're stretched enough darling I won't be so gentle next time" he licked his fingers and with that he was gone and it was just yujis sleeping figure sprawled out on the bed.

Suddenly feeling very cold in this room I tip toed back under my large blanket on the couch and tried to fall back asleep.

—————————flashback over——————————

I glared into his red eyes with nothing but anger. "Don't look so happy again princess?" He said getting in my personal space.

"Who? me? Happy to see you? Give me a damn good reason why I should be." I spat with a smirk on my face.

"I think you could vividly remember a reason to be so happy to see me. I Gave you the best damn orgasm of your life, on top of that in your sleep" he retorted as his arms loosened their grip on me and I was able to push him back hard enough to put distance between us.

"Fuck you, I couldn't stop that if I tried." I said looking away with a blush covering my cheeks.

"hard to believe when you were as wet as you were. Let's not forget whose in charge here either." He said and in a flash he was hovering over me and my body was being pushed into the mattress under me.

"You've been on the brats mind a lot and vulgar thoughts might I add. So I took an interest in you as well and actually made the initiative to get you." His grip never loosened on my wrist as he leaned in more. "We're bound one way or another. you get the best of both worlds till death due you part." He said smirking down at me.

"What the hell do you mean by bound and best of both worlds." I said and he bought his mouth closer to my neck and took in a deep breath.

"The brat has feelings for you, me and you we have our arrangements now. Once your soul leaves your body, once you're dead, you're mine and you'll be stuck with me in my domain." An image flashed in my head once he finished his last sentence and it was his stupid signature smirk with a hand around my throat holding me close, my back to his chest and we were seating on his throne.

"But I think you'll find out soon enough about " he bit down and I gasped loudly. I couldn't scream or make a sound. My mouth hung open and no sounds came out.

"Silent and obedient. Like a little bitch" he said and drug his tongue over the bleeding skin on my neck.

I could feel my body burning and the rage over flowing.

"I'll never be your bitch of all people." I said turning my head and whispering in his ear.

"I'd relax if I was you, I can handle angry people in a heartbeat." He growled pressing himself into my neck firmly.

"You swear you're the biggest thing out there but here's a reality check, you aren't shit and the real bitch here is you." I said loud and clear making him pull back and stare me down. He moved to sit back and rested his body weight on my thighs.I couldn't move my hands and when I looked up there were ribbons holding my wrist to the bed frame. With a flick of his wrist all the candles in my room were lit.

"You're a fool. I'm not gonna kill you yet, just teach you a lesson. I can deal with brats and bitches, you just happen to be both." He ripped off itadoris top tossing the shreds elsewhere and I looked away flustered as I tried not to look at his perfectly sculpted body.

A hand grabbed my face harshly and I was met with his Ruby red eyes staring deep into my soul and his smirk widened.

"Don't look away if you enjoy the view so much" he said and I squirmed but his grip tightened and he tossed my head back harshly to hit my pillows.

Within less than a second my shirt was gone and I was left in my underwear which was beyond embarrassing.

" your arousal is strong,pitiful" he said running his large hand over my face and gave me an experimental slap on the cheek.

My eyes went wide and I tightened my fist. It was a shock of pain and burning pleasure you would feel from spanking but it felt different on the face.

He leaned forward connecting our lips and his long tongue pushed forward past my lips and into my mouth.then I finally kissed back not really having an option.

His tongue was dominating the make out session and I didn't even attempt to fight him back as I would most definitely make him even more mad than I already had.

He pulled back and two arms formed from under his original set of arms with sickening noises to go along with it.

His arms held him up while his second set of arms pulled my underwear off and tossed them elsewhere.

"You're soaked, now if you really want something let's see if you remember my name." He looked down at me with a piercing gaze.

I was too ashamed to meet his gaze. I was very aroused and there was no hiding that from the king of curses..

"Being Difficult I see. Don't worry I'll get it out of you sooner or later." One of his hands ran down my body from my breast to my belly button piercing and tugged on it lightly. I gasped and choked back an insult to the demon straddling my body.

His hand trailed lower and he smirked at me and I felt something warm and wet trail up my slit and I squirmed from his touch. I was ashamed with myself for feeling any type of pleasure and I couldn't even look at him.

Two of his fingers roughly pushed their way into me and I whined in embarrassment for finding pleasure in this,from him.

The same sensation from before was back and before I had the chance to pull or squirm away from him one arm wrapped around my throat freezing me and causing my body to react.

"Someone liked that a lot, let's see how you react to

This" his voice rumbled deeply as I let another whine slip as his fingers moved slowly.

I couldn't turn my head but one of his arms grabbed a candle that was closest to my bed and once it was in my view my eyes went wide.

He slowly poured the hot wax onto my stomach and moved upwards pouring some on my breast making my breaths short. It suddenly was a lot harder to breathe as I felt the wax cooling on my burning skin.

I allowed a small moan to slip and his long tongue shot out his mouth and licked away a stray tear that fell down my face.

" seeing you cry makes me wanna corrupt you a little more. You're mostly innocent, pure almost." He said with a groan and used his knee to spread my legs a little more. He curled his thick fingers and they hit a spot in me that hasn't been explored

"I-oh fuck" I moaned again and my hips bucked into his fingers involuntarily my walls clenched.

"Now, What's my name?" He growled in my ear and his voice only made me me a lot wetter.

I still refused to say it, I wasn't about to call him master, or king, or DADDY. It's not gonna fucking happen.

"G-go to hell" I moaned out making his grip on my neck harder than before.

He reached for another candle and I prepared myself for the burning sensation and felt it on my stomach again but it trailed lower. He poured it on my thighs and placed it next to the other and removed the hand from my neck and his fingers stilled inside of me and the tears in my eyes kept falling. I really wanted to cum, I really need to.

He looked down at me and chuckled.

"How pathetic, you look ravishing like this, at my mercy. But, you won't beg for me your body is telling me one thing but your mouth says nothing and your mind says it all" he morphed his body back and had two arms again.

"How bout I ask you nicely once more and the next time, ill just drill you into the mattress till your screaming it." His voice seemed to drop or get deeper but i was Lovin it. "What's my name princess?"

"S-sukuna....R-Ryōmen Sukuna" I said with a smirk and he frowned before he bit down on my lip harshly and I could feel the blood pour from my lip and down my cheek.

I smirked as he pulled away before snatching his as I pulled his bottom lip between my teeth watching his eyes go wide as I bit his right back drawing blood. His hand wrapped around my throat and he shoved me down into the pillow roughly.

"You little vixen, I'll have your head on a stake and fed to the hounds for that." He growled making me clench around nothing and my eyes roll back.

My release had been so close and he decided to fuck with that so I was gonna fuck with him but I wasn't aware that it would backfire so quickly.

"Or maybe I'll just take you here, how I want, with you chanting my name like it's a damn prayer" he tightened his grip even more and I couldn't even claw at his wrist to stop.

I was practically shaking under him more with anticipation than fear. I didn't know if I should feel this way with him, if I should just let him do the things I've only thought about him doing to me, doing the things I've only dreamt of someone doing to me.

I could feel my stomach turning in the best way possible all while it was the worse, I was gonna be ruined.

"Gotta love virgins, you get so worked up so easily and it's fun to corrupt and break you" he said as I squirmed in a failed attempt to get away.

His fingers drug down my body and dipped into my folds again and watched as my juices covered them easily.

I hadn't opened my eyes due to the burning blush that covered my face from pure embarrassment. "Open your eyes darling, look at the mess this cunt made all for me and I'm not gonna ask nicely the second time." He said in a singing tone

I opened my eyes slowly and his fingers lingered infront of my mouth.

"Now open wide." He demanding and I turned my head away earning a disappointing growl from the deepest pit of sukunas throat. "Difficult fucking brat." He mumbled and harshly grabbed my jaw and pressed on the sides to forcefully pry my jaw open.

"Bite me and you won't see tommorow" his voice promising and hard as he forced his fingers into my mouth swirling them around my tongue and pulling them out.

He mumbled about how perfect my mouth was and how he wanted it wrapped around his cocks.

I'm sorry did this man just say COCKS..aS in more than 1....

"The more you act like a brat the more tempted i am to ruin both of these tight holes with both my cocks. So I would sit there and behave if I were you princess or don't if you wanna be ruined" he said removing his bottoms and pushing my knees to my chest in a breeding position with our faces mere inches apart.

"This slutty fucking cunt is so wet, I bet you wanted this didn't you?" He said rubbing the head of his cock against my clit and awaiting hole.

I couldn't reply I was at lost for words as small shocks of pleasure were sent up my spine from my core.

"I expect an ANSWER" he said slapping the absolute shit out of my thigh causing an unexpected moan to slip out my mouth.

"Fuck!y-yes" I admitted as he smirked proudly above me.

The red tip of his cock pushed into me and I instantly felt like I was being split in half and the smirk on his face said he knew. "If you don't relax you'll bleed" he grunts out

He kept going till each and every inch was inside of me and the tears on my face were continuously replaced with fresh ones as they rolled down my neck.

Once he bottomed out he immediately pulled back out and back into me.

"G-god fuck please nghh- wait"

"I'll try to take it slow, once you start moaning like a whore I won't hold back." He licked the shell of my ear causing me to squirm Even more under his gaze.

The pain continued to spread to my stomach and cervix in the position I was in it wouldn't feel better anytime soon but as he thrusted slowly in and out of me it subsided into a pleasurable sting.

"Clench around me like that again, just like you did my fingers." I did as I was told and he pulled all the way out before slamming back into me brutally.

He kept that same brutal pace and I moaned loudly almost screaming but his hand covered my mouth as he manifested a mouth into his palm.

It shoved its tongue down my throat swallowing up my moans. "My perfect little slut. Your tight little cunt takes me so well" he growled and picked up

The pace making my eyes roll into the back of my head.

He moved his hand and bought his face closer pressing his thumb to my bottom lip.

" open your mouth"

"W-why"

"You have no say so in what you do and don't wanna do" he said and forced my lips apart and grabbed my tongue watching my saliva drip out and coat his fingers.

"Such a wet, warm mouth." He groaned and gave me a hard thrust causing me to squeak.

Drool slipped out the corners of my mouth as his nail pierced my tongue drawing blood and causing it to pool in my throat and on his finger.

I clenched around him as he continued to fuck me harder with no remorse what so ever. The knot in my stomach tightened more as he started to hit that special spot in me over and over again.

"Open wide" he laughed and pulled my tongue harder and allowed his saliva to drip down his tongue and into my mouth onto my tongue.

Look, I was into some pretty kinky shit but when he let his saliva in my mouth I wanted to barf, better yet slap the shit out of him.

His fingers curled around my neck and the mouth he manifested sucked a harsh purple mark onto my throats a he fucked into me harder than before.

"Swallow"

And with that I did he released my tongue .I am..DISGUSTED. His hand squeezed my throat to feel me swallow and he released me pushing my legs into my chest further.

It was a spur of the moment dealio but I really wanted to cum and I couldn't if I didn't listen to this dumb fuck.

"P-please 'm gonna cum"

"Are you now? With whose permission doll face?" He smirked at me in a mocking manner.

His thrust never faltered as I pulled at the sealed ribbons around my wrist.

"Don't fight them it'll get tighter and snap your wrist, quit being stubborn and tell me my name, maybe I'll consider not fucking you till you pass out."

I clenched around him as my legs started to cramp due to the position I was in.

"Oh? Maybe you want me to do that. Ruin your little cunt then move on to your ass, or fuck that warm throat till you're choking and clawing at me to stop"

"Please I-I needa cum" I pathetically begged the 1000 year old sex god above me.

Even listening to the squelching sounds coming from my body I was embarrassed I was outright shocked.

The way his nails were digging into the soft flesh of my thighs was almost enough to push me over but what really pushed me over to my first orgasm was when he pushed me deeper into the mattress by my throat and had my ankles in his other hand pushing me down further as he fucked me raw. My body was bent in a way I couldn't imagine and he was loving every second till he pressed down on my tummy with a third arm.

"I'm practically in your guts, now be a good girl and cum so I can fuck it back in you while I cum"

He gave my throat one more squeeze and I released all over him with a loud moan that he cut off by shoving his tongue down my throat. His grip tightened on my ankles and I could feel the way he thrusted deeply and every inch of him twitching inside of me.

I let my tears fall freely and I failed to take in enough air while his tongue was down my throat.

"Dirty dirty girl creaming all over your masters cock look at the fuckin mess you made" he said finally releasing my legs and pulling his cock out and grabbing a wad of my hair to pull my face down and look at his still very much hard erection covered from tip to base in cum.

"Now, I bet you'll say my name." He

He grabbed my wrist that were previously tied up and held them in his large hands.

He flipped me onto my stomach and I groaned at the pain in my abdomen and soreness that set in my legs.

Everything was on display for him my cum covered thighs, my cunt that was dripping with not only my own arousal but his as well.

He went all in the moment he pushed my back to arch and my hips upwards in the air.

"You're soaked and your bed is too bet you want more dont ya? That burning little fire in you finally got a taste of something that's not your fingers stuffed in that cunt.something much bigger" he stopped and pulled out dragging the head up and down my slit collecting the juices that dared to fall on my bed.

"I'll keep giving it to you but just say my name and I'll fuck you so good mmhmmm so fucking good." He slowly pushed himself in driving me absolutely nuts.

My nails dug into the pillow that he pinned my wrist to.

"Y-yes yes I want more..fuck.." my face burned and he ran his other hand down my back to smooth over my ass.

I waited for an impact or anything but I only felt his dick sliding into me slowly.

" my name pretty girl, tell me my name let me hear it loud and clear, let me hear it while you cry." He pushed my hips back onto him causing a moan to fall from my swelled lips.

"Fuck m-master" it was muffled by the pillows but it put a smirk on sukunas face and hissed his dick very much hard.

I could feel his dick twitch in me and I could feel something else poking at me and I internally screamed as his other dick manifested just as big probably thicker than the other but maybe it was my fucked out head.

"Louder" he growled slamming his hips into me.

"OH FUCK MASTER PLEASE" I screamed with the side of my face on the pillow. My mouth was opened and drool fell onto my pillow but it was cut short as his fingers pushed down on my tongue but i Was gonna rile him up some more.

I swirled my tongue around his fingers and sucked on them.

" if you wanted to suck a lil dick you should've said so" the mouth on his palm voiced.

This made him shove those fingers further down my throat and when I didn't gag he let out a dark chuckle.

"Can't wait for you to take this cock down your throat" his loud voice echoed off the walls on the room.

His pace only seemed to get faster and harder making me moan with each stroke around his soaked fingers.

"Don't scream too loud darling someone might think I'm killing you instead of your pussy." He took his coated fingers out of my mouth so my moans soon became muffled by the pillow under me as he forcefully turned my head.

Sukuna had an internal debate with his own desires and what would keep you alive tomorrow.

Those fingers were either gonna stretch her other hole or he was gonna spank the brat out of her till her ass was raw and bleeding.

Maybe just maybe he'd hurt his ego and he'll save the anal play For your next hook up..

His bruising thrust continued and his anger from his little internal battle seemed to boil over to his hips causing these bruising thrust to pound my cervix.

"Fuck it DAMN IT" he said and slapped the fuck out my ass jolting my body forward. He was quick to grab my hips and pull my body back onto his cock.

"MASTER PLEASE" I cried into the pillow with a moan.

"Sorry can't hear you" he grunted loudly

He slapped me again much harsher than the last one and the tears fell out of my eyes but the burn was one that shouldn't have been so pleasant and it only fed that fire in me causing my body to take it and my walls fluttered and clenched around sukuna.

"Enjoying it much?" His sarcasm dripped like venom.

He smacked my ass again and gripped the flesh and pulled it as I moaned into the pillow while I cried my poor soul into it.

" you should thank me, you finally called me by my name and you came" he moved his other hand from my wrist to the back of my neck and pulled my face up and hauled his movements to lean forward and examine my face. In the process of doing so his cock sunk all the way into me and deeper.

"I said thank me you slut" he growled in my ear and spanked me again with a lot more force.

This pulled a whine from the deepest part of my throat and my eyes to squeeze shut.

#sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #yuji itadori x reader #anime #anime smut #smut

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marvelbbyx · 3 years

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Can I Be Him? (Carol Danvers x Fem! Reader)

Summary: You and Carol have been the bestest of friends for years and years, to you it’s simply platonic. Whereas for Carol, she tortures herself constantly pining after you. The situation only gets worse when you get engaged to your boyfriend of three years and Carol has to leave for a mission (that could more or less take her six years to get back from).

The day before Carol has to leave, she admits her feelings for you, giving you two choices: to leave him and go with her or stay with him and get married.

Who will you choose and what will be your outcome?

Author’s Note: Yeah, I’m gonna make this a two parter lol since I wanna be dramatic. But stay tuned for tomorrow’s add on! 😁

Fic inspired by James Arthur’s song Can I Be Him? Which was 1000% the reason I wrote this.

Warnings! ANGST

Part Two Here!

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You walked into the room and now my heart has been stolen.

You took me back in time to when I was unbroken.

Now you're all I want.

And I knew it from the very first moment,

'Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again.

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“Carol, stop! You’re cheating!” You shriek as her Mortal Kombat character starts to pummel yours into a bloody pulp.

“How is it that you’re the one that taught me this game, yet—I’m kicking your ass.” The blonde says with a cocky smirk. “Guess you just suck.”

“Or my controller’s stuck.” You shot back.

“Yeah, okay,” She rolled her eyes playfully.

You two were at your apartment, it was your day off and you wanted nothing more than to relax at home, Carol just happened to sweeten the deal with a case of beer and some pizza.

The Captain and the Avenger, or as the others like to call you—Bert and Ernie. You and Carol were about as thick as thieves and you were never really seen without each other hardly ANYWHERE around the compound. It all started when Carol had been assigned a partner to accompany her on a mission to The Garden back in 2018. Everyone swore that you two wouldn’t get along, with your ability to plan ahead and Carol’s ability to...not plan ahead it was bound to be a recipe for disaster. But after a few jokes here and there and a battle later on you two became inseparable.

Nothing could shake or disrupt the bond that you two had, all except for one thing...him.

Carol had beaten you three times in the past five minutes, she offered a final round after noticing your frustration only to win again within seconds.

“Well, well, well,” Carol throws her arms behind her head. “What’s my score again, four? And what’s yours, zip?”

The playful challenge in her gaze stirred your competitive edge, the one that hated to lose and absolutely hated being out of control. Especially in the game of your choosing.

You cross your arms over your chest and pouted like a child, “It’s only because you cheated.” You huffed.

“Yeah, keep on telling yourself that, babe. Don’t be mad because you’re a sore loser.” She teased.

“Re-Match then.” You challenged with a grin. “If I win, you’ll do whatever I say. Same thing goes if you win.”

Carol’s brows lift up in intrigue, “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“That’s something we’ll have to figure out on our own time.” You say. You extend your hand out for Carol to shake. “So, do we have a deal, Danvers?”

She takes your hand, shaking it firmly. “We do.”

Her grip on your hand lingers longer than she meant to, yours were baby soft compared to hers, each callus and dry patch were a layout of her life, each held a story and meaning.

You slid your hand out from her grasp when you heard the door open and shut. You turned your head in the direction of the approaching footsteps, a smile forms on your lips when you hear, “Sweetheart? I’m home!”

“Hi, honey!” You call out.

Kevin Davis, your boyfriend of three years. A man as sweet as they came, someone that would move Heaven and Earth for you. He was a doctor helping out at the compound and you just so happened to come back from a mission with some severe battle damage. Long story short, you two fell in love and moved in together.

Carol forces her best smile before her eyes met with your boyfriend’s. “Hey, Kevin.”

“Hey, Car.” He greets with a small smile.

Carol hated that nickname. Much more than she hated him.

Not that he was a bad guy. Kevin was actually a great guy, always able to help out and very friendly. She didn’t hate him for that though, she hated how you would look at him when he told a joke or how your eyes would light up when you talked about him. But what Carol had hated most of all...was that it wasn’t her.

A portion of her heart dies as she sees you stand up to kiss him, you two talked and acted as if she wasn’t there, which made her want to scream and cry until her throat went raw. These feelings began the first time she met you. After the Snap, everyone was expected to mourn and remember the loved ones who vanished. Carol was dealing with losing a loved one as well. Her best friend, her rock, and the only family she had, Maria Rambeau, who had passed away from cancer.

You were there when she went and comforted her immediately after. Your bond strengthened since that day, as well as Carol’s feelings for you.

“I should be heading out,” Carol drew herself to her feet. “I gotta get up early for a meeting.”

“No, Carol you don’t have to leave, we can continue our game.” You tried to convince her.

‘I’d rather chew on barbed wire than to be in the same room with him.’

But instead of saying that, she bites her tongue and simply shakes her head. “It’s okay, Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

You gave a soft smile. “Okay.”

“Bye, Kevin.” The words produced the taste of bile to spread on her tongue.

“Bye, Carol.” Kevin says with his unrelenting smile.

Carol manages to make it to the car before she bursts into violent tears.

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I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me.

Like it was a private show, I know you never saw me.

When the lights come on and I'm on my own,

Will you be there to sing it again?

Could I be the one you talk about in all your stories?

Can I be him?

I heard there was someone but I know he don't deserve you.

If you were mine I'd never let anyone hurt you, no, no.

I wanna dry those tears, kiss those lips.

It's all that I've been thinking about.

'Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again.

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Six years.

Six years on recon for a planet held hostage by some alien heretics, a distress call was sent and Carol was the only one who had answered. Six years and a million light years away from Earth, and a million light years away from you.

Carol had to leave early the next morning and wouldn’t have the chance to say goodbye to you before she left. So she decided to head over to your apartment for the re-match, once there; she found saying goodbye to be much more difficult than anticipated. Especially when you would greet her with such a smile that was now burned into her memory.

She tried not to think about it at all while you were playing the game, she tried not think of anything while playing.

“How are you beating me again?” You cried in disbelief watching Carol’s character slice yours in three parts.

“I told you I was good, you just didn’t believe me.” She smiles smugly. “Looks like I’m gonna win the bet.”

“You can try,” You challenged as you poked your tongue out at her.

Carol regained her focus back to the video game, having you on the ropes and your character’s life bar hanging on by a thread. It wasn’t until you lifted your left hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear that she caught glimpse of the gold engagement ring practically beaming up at her.

That was when she paused the game.

You gave a puzzled look. “What’d you do that for?”

Instead of answering you she stood up quickly, turning her back to you as she tried to fight the tears that threatened to slip down her cheeks. Engaged, how could you be engaged? And why with him?

“Carol?” You called softly.

“You weren’t gonna tell me...about the ring?” She asks, doing her best to hold off on crying.

Your eyes dart down to the gold band on your finger, fiddling with it gently. You yourself were quite shocked about it, the second that Carol left was when Kevin had proposed to you.

“I didn’t know how to say it,” You murmur. “I wanted to tell you first before I told everyone else.”

“So you decided to wear it and hope that I’d notice?” She chuckles.

“I was gonna talk to you after the game, ya know...if you hadn’t paused it.” You say as you awaited some form of a retort from your best friend, only to get no response. “Are you okay?”

Carol remained quiet for a few minutes, allowing the warm streams of water to fall down her cheeks. Burning as they did. Before you had the chance to ask again, Carol’s lips part to speak, the tears evident in her voice, “Why’d you say yes?”

“What?” You blinked up at her. “What do you mean?”

“I’m asking why him?” Her lip trembles.

“And I’m asking what brought this up?” You retort. “Because you’ve never said anything about this before and...and I don’t understand why now?”

She sighs before turning to you, her eyes pink and swollen. “Why now?”

You nod.

“Because I loved you since the beginning but I didn’t know it yet, and I especially didn’t know that it would hurt to love you this much.” Carol tells you, crying harder. “Especially when you talk about him.”

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Your throat constricted as unshed tears stung your eyes. “Waiting until now to say something doesn’t change anything, Carol. You can’t just—“

“I’m leaving for a mission tomorrow,” She says abruptly. “...for six years.”

The words that formed on your tongue evaporated instantly, gazing up at her with quiet intensity. “When we’re you going to tell me?”

“Today.” She replies.

“And that was supposed to soften the blow?”

“I thought—“

“No,” It was your turn to cut her off. “You can’t just drop a bomb on me like this.”

“You’re one to talk, when were you going to tell me that you were engaged?” She shot back, your silence being the response that she needed. “I thought so.”

You fiddled with your ring again, the band was heavy now feeling as if it would constrict your finger. “I loved you too...from the start, and I still do. I waited for you—to step in at any moment. I pushed Kevin away multiple times because you’re the one that I wanted. And...I still want you. Only you, Carol. If you would’ve said something then I wouldn’t be engaged. But now it’s too late.”

“Come with me,” She cried. “Please...”

You shake your head slowly, your tears flowing down your cheeks with haste. “I can’t—“

“Yes, you can. Leave him. Leave him and...and come with me. Please, Y/N.” Carol begged. “You say it’s too late but you still have time. We still have time. Come with me...please.”

“Carol, I—“

And before you were able to finish your answer, the door opened and Kevin walked in, “Hi, baby! I’m home!”

“Hi, honey.” You reply quietly.

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To be continued....👀

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Tag list: @captains-simp

If anyone else would like to be tagged just let me know! ☺️

#brie larson #captain marvel #carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers imagine #carol danvers angst

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somedayonbroadway · 2 years

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So... You don't have to, but if you ever decided to continue the "Race takes care of Jack" story you wrote, I would be 1000% down 👌

For the first part, click here!

Oh goodness I can’t believe this was over a year ago.

Jack’s head hurt when he woke up the next morning. He only had to open his eyes to find his brother passed out beneath his arm. The older boy groaned. “Oh no…” he breathed, looking around. He couldn’t remember what happened last night. They were going to be kicked out, he knew they would be. He’d done something wrong, something irreversible.

No, wait. Miss Larkin had told him something. The boy whimpered. “Oh no,” he breathed, standing up and immediately gathering a few of his things and Racer’s, shoving them into his backpack, the one he took with him everywhere. He shook his head, finding the air to be getting too thick for him. “No, no, no, no…”

He was in such a frantic headspace that he didn’t even notice his little brother sitting up. “Jackie?”

Jack shook his head again, wiping at the tears that were falling down his face. “I know we’ve been caught before, but I’ll make it work this time,” he promised. “We can get a nice studio somewhere with the money I saved up and then we can live our lives —“

The younger boy shook his head. “Hey,” he breathed. “What are you talking about? Jack, we’re safe here,” he promised. “I know it don’t feel like it, but we are.”

“We aren’t!” Jack cried, looking at the only real family he had.

And just like that there was a knock on the door. “Boys?” Miss Medda called out, gently opening the door. “Babies, I… I have some news,” she breathed.

Jack shook his head desperately. “No, no you don’t because we’re leaving, Racer n’ me are fine on our own, okay? Don’t come lookin’ for us, we’ll be alright —“

The woman sniffled. “Honey, I know this is hard, but he’s really trying.” Race only stared, praying that this wasn’t about what he knew it was about. “He’s filing for a reunification hearing. He wants to take care of you,” Medda insisted. “Your Papá wants to be a family again.”

“He tried once and I don’t want to see what he’ll do with a second chance,” Jack insisted, but Race wrapped his arms around his big brother from behind.

“JJ, it’s alright,” he promised. “I’ll be right here with you, every step, and maybe he really wants us back.” Every word Race said was filled with a misguided hope that even he knew would be crushed. He couldn’t admit that, though. Not with Jack in a state like this.

The older boy sniffled and turned to hug him, burying his face in Race’s chest. “I don’t wanna go back, I promise we can make it on our own,” he insisted pathetically, knowing that they would be found and dragged back to their father in a heartbeat. He sniffled.

Still, Race held tightly to his big brother. “We’re gonna be alright, as long as we’re together,” he promised. “You n’ me, alright. Remember? You always said it was you n’ me…”

Jack sniffled and looked up at his baby brother, swallowing hard, he nodded. “Fine,” he breathed. “So long as it’s you n’ me.”

Race nodded. “I got you, big brother. I promise.”

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ererokii · 4 years

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Candy Love || Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing because it’s bakugo obviously

Word Count: 4320

Synopsis: Middle school is an important time in someone’s life. An upcoming Valentines Day dance has Katsuki thinking about ways he can ask you out without ruining his pride.

A/N: For some more context, UA will be the middle school they attend instead of Aledra Junior High, thank you Gabbi for the idea🥺

Tags: @lady-bakuhoe

The month of February was displayed as the ‘Season of Love’ by the media. Each store was succumbing to this standard. The plain look opting to a red and white look, the contents inside filling with stuffed bears and flowers.

The halls of UA middle school buzzed with excitement. For the first time in 10 years, the school was bringing back their ‘Dance of Love’ to the community. Due to this happening, many students felt a jolt of excitement.

The dance was in 2 days. And a certain someone still didn’t have a date.

Bakugo Katsuki was currently sitting at his desk in his math class, arms behind his head as he leaned back in his chair. There were a couple of minutes before the bell rang.

“So Bakubro!” Kirishima said and slammed his hands on Bakugo’s desk. “Are you going to go to the dance?!”

Bakugo scoffed and rolled his eyes. “A dance? Please like I would go.”

“Oh come on man that’s so not manly! You know who you should ask?!”

“Please enlighten me.”

“Y/LN!”

At the sound of your name, Bakugo’s cheeks heated up slightly as he looked away. “Why would I ask her to the dance?”

“Because you like her!”

A gasp cut the silence from the side of him as Kaminari leaned over, placing his hands on the side of his mouth to keep his voice down. “No way dude seriously?! Why am I just finding out now?!”

“Will you keep your voice down and shut up?!”

“Ask her!” Sero chimed in out of nowhere. The group of boys seemed to get closer and closer to Bakugo, suffocating their friend in a small space.

“No, you idiots! I’m not going to some stupid dance!”

Kaminari pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. “Ya know this is our first time at this dance. And it being our last year here before we go off to high school! No need to be such a party pooper”

Bakugo’s eye twitched. “What did you say you damn extra?!”

“Can you guys stop yelling over there?! We’re trying to look at dresses here!” Mina snapped from across the room, her phone visible in her hand.

“Hah?! Dresses?! You are going to that stupid dance?!”

“Yes, we are! Is that a problem Bakugo?” Mina retorted back, placing her hands on her hips as she stared at him. Before he could open his mouth, she interrupted him, “Good! That’s what I thought!” she quickly turned around back towards the girls, placing her phone back on the table.

Bakugo gripped the sleeves of his uniform, taking a glance at you. You let your head fall back as you let out a howling laugh. Whatever it was it must have been pretty funny with the way your cheeks heated up as your shoulders shook violently.

You calmed down and covered your mouth from your giggles, looking over his way. Bakugo. Your (e/c) eyes gazing into his vermillion ones. You waved and cracked a small smile at him, not noticing the way his cheeks tinted.

He quickly looked away, catching Kirishima’s, Kaminari’s, and Sero’s shit-eating grin. “What?!”

“Oh, our Bakugo has it bad. Do it! We can help you, bro!” Kirishima suggested, lifting his hand to emphasize what he said.

“Hell no. I’m going to do it WITHOUT your help.”

“Ah, so you are?! Awesome!” Sero cheered and high fived the other two boys. “So when?!”

“Don’t fucking worry about it!”

Just as Kirishima was going to say something, the bell interrupted him. Everyone quickly scattered to their assigned seats. “Hello class” their math teacher waved a lazy hand and yawned, holding a stack of papers under his armpit.

“Morning Sensei!”

‘This is going to be a long class’ Bakugo thought and sighed softly, elbow propped up on his desk as he rested his head on top of his hand

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Lunchtime was rowdy as usual. The constant yells of each class resonated throughout the cafeteria. As usual, you sat with your friends, buzzing with excitement over the dance.

You happily chewed on your rice as you listened to Mina talk about a dress she wanted. “But my mom said no! Too much but it’s so pretty!”

“I mean that is a lot of money. So I can see why she would say no” Momo replied as she sipped on her water, opening her bento box.

Mina let out a dramatic sigh and slouched her shoulders. “I still haven’t got asked yet! I just might ask one of the boys instead!”

You swallowed some of the rice and wiped your mouth with a napkin, placing it back down on the table when you finished using it. “Who will you ask?”

Mina’s sharp gaze fell on you before a grin curled at her lips. “Oh never mind about me! What about you?!”

“W-what about me?!”

“Oh come on! We know you wanna go with a certain..get this!” She waved the rest of the girls closer. Skeptical, you still leaned in.

“You wanna go with Katsuki!” She practically yelled in excitement.

Your eyes widened. You never wanted the world to swallow you up so badly till now. Your eyes quickly scanned the area if anyone heard. Luckily they didn’t. Or so you thought.

“Him?! I was thinking like Todoroki or maybe Kirishima! But not Bakugo!”

“Can you guys shut up?!” You cried out and covered your face in embarrassment, hoping no one saw your darkened cheeks.

“Aww Y/LN-San! I think it’s cute!” Uraraka said from across the table, nodding her head as if she was agreeing with herself.

“I mean he’s not my ideal boy but hey if you like him shoot your shot” Jirou stated with a shrug as she twirled her earphone lobe around her index finger.

“Yeah, I agree with Jirou ribbit. If it’s what you want, go for it” Asui chimes in and looked up, her green eyes looking up at a walking figure in the distance. “Uh oh..”

“Uh oh?! What do you mean uh oh?!”

“Bakugo is coming this way!” Momo shrieked and fumbled with her chopsticks. “Act natural!”

And that’s what you guys did. Well, more like attempting to act natural.

You kept your head down hoping if you stayed still and quiet he wouldn’t notice you.

“Oh, Bakugo! Fancy seeing you here! What do you need?” Mina said, lacing her fingers together under her chin, elbows resting on the table.

“Nothing from you” he grudgingly mumbled, kicking his heel into the ground. “I want to talk to Y/LN.”

Everyone including you tensed you at this.

“Y/LN isn’t here right now! Try another time!” Hagakure blurted out, hands covering her mouth after she said that.

Uraraka lifted her foot from under the table and stomped on Hagakure’s shoe, causing the invisible girl to yelp.

Bakugo stared at the space that he could only assume was her body. “The only one that isn’t here is you.”

You slowly lifted your head to stare at him. “Hi, Bakugo. What did you want to talk about?”

“Alone.”

You stared at him dumbfounded, gripping the blazer of your uniform. “C-Come again?”

“Are you deaf? I said I want to speak to you alone.”

You looked over at the girls for help as they suddenly turned their heads from the situation as if they didn’t see you.

‘Fakers’ you thought and placed the lid on top of your bento box, closing it. “Alright then. Let’s go.”

Bakugo curtly nodded, shoving his hands into his front pockets, spinning on his heel and strode off, expecting you to follow.

You scrambled up quickly and tossed a look at your friends from over your shoulder. Each girl had an evil grin on their face. “Bye Y/N!” Ochako said through her fit of giggles, waving at you.

With your head down you followed the ash-blond boy in front of you.

Mina looked over at the space and crossed her arms over her chest. “Y/N isn’t here right now?!” She recalled. “Seriously?! Even I could come up with something better!”

“I panicked! I didn’t know what else to say!” Hagakure wailed.

“Maybe next time just keep your mouth shut!” Mina huffed and watched you leave the cafeteria with Bakugo.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

“Tickets! Get your Dance or Love tickets! Today is the last day to buy them for ¥535! Tomorrow it’s for ¥1000!” A girl behind a stand called out for you and Bakugo as you passed her.

“Can’t believe I’m doing this,” Bakugo mumbled and stopped a few steps once the both of you made it outside in the courtyard.

“Uh..why did we come out here?” You questioned and nervously scratched the back of your head, ignoring his intense gaze on you. You didn’t mind talking to Bakugo. But being this close to him and the fact that you were alone made your nerves skyrocket.

“Can you stop? I can practically sense your nervousness from here.” Bakugo snarled and grunted, looking away. “There’s something I need to say.”

Your silence was a green light for him to continue.

You watched him take a deep breath. He mumbled something under his breath that you didn’t quite catch. Deep down inside he knew he couldn’t do this. His knees felt weak, he felt the light trickle of sweat and the slight change of his breathing that was now uneven. If you told Bakugo Katsuki in the future that he had trouble asking a girl to a dance, he would laugh in your face and call you stupid.

“What?”

He repeated slightly louder but still inaudible to your ears.

“Bakugo I can’t hear you.”

“Are you deaf?! I asked if you want to go to that stupid dance on Saturday!!”

Your eyebrows raised as your mouth opened in shock. Bakugo Katuski? Asking you to the dance? “No way..” you whispered under your breath as you took a slight step back.

“Hah?! Is that a yes or a no?!”

A sudden wave of shyness flooded throughout your body as you avoided eye contact with him, lowering your head. “Y-yes! I’d like to go with you Bakugo!”

A grin tugged at his lips, his chest puffing out slightly as he jutted his chin up in pride. “Great. I knew you wouldn’t say no. Now we have to buy those shitty tickets.”

“But I don’t have yen on me! I can’t get it yet!”

“Damn you run your mouth huh? Just shut up and I’ll buy it for you.”

You shyly nodded, feeling the nape of your neck heat up until your face felt warm. He let out a low chuckle. “Come on. I know you’re slow”

Both of you walked up to the stand, the girl’s eyes lighting up as you approached “Oh hi Y/LN! Bakugo!” The pink-haired girl cheered, taking her register out from the bottom.

“Hi, Hatsume!”

“Loudmouth.”

Hatsume let out a howling laugh, wiping the upcoming tears. “Oh, Bakugo you’re so funny! How can I help you two?!”

“We would l-”

“2 tickets to this stupid fucking dance.” Bakugo interrupted, fishing his money out of his pocket and slammed in on the table, causing you and Hatsume to jump up at his aggression.

She clapped her hands together. “Awesome! I look forward to seeing you both there!”

After an exchange of small talk from you, and maybe a bit of insults from Bakugo that Hatsume simply laughed off with a wave of her hand, the two of you finally made your way back to the cafeteria in silence, where both of your friend groups were waiting for you.

“Listen.” Bakugo abruptly said, grabbing your arm at the last minute. “You better not embarrass me at this dance. And you better dress nice.”

“I could say the same about you. Maybe come with a proper dress attire attitude and we should be just peachy!” You teased, poking your tongue at him as you patted his cheek. “See you later!”

And with that, you made it back towards your table. All the girls were leaning forward on the table, waiting in anticipation.

Bakugo watched your retreating form, his arms by his side. A slight tug at the corner of his lips had him shaking his head. He let out a faint noise of satisfaction, returning to his friends.

“SO?!” Momo screeched and grabbed at your shoulders, shaking you gently. “What happened?!”

You bit back a smile as you reached into your skirt pocket, taking out a pink rectangular piece of paper. “He asked!”

Your table erupted in screams as you were practically dragged to sit down.

“How did he ask?!”

“Did he force you?! Threaten you?!”

“Mina!” Ochako huffed and pinched her arm. “Obviously if she was forced she wouldn’t have said yes!”

You nodded your head eagerly, legs bouncing up and down in excitement. “He just straight up asked and I said yes! I didn’t have money and he bought me my ticket!”

Once again your table erupted in excited squeals.

“Jeez, I wonder what they’re so excited about” Kaminari mumbled, head resting on his hand as he stared at your table. “It’s like they found out they won a ton of money.”

Sero nodded in agreement. “Yeah, man. I mean it’s nothing really out of the ordinary but this is too much. What the hell happened?”

Kirishima lifted his head as Bakugo slid in the space beside him. He noticed the slight change in his posture, his shoulders pushed back a bit, and the smug smile on his face.

“Yo Bakubro what happened back there?!”

“Huh?” Bakugo looked over. “What the hell do you mean?!”

“Well, you look different! Spit it out! What happened?!”

“Yeah, man! You aren’t being mean right now! Did you ask?!” Kamainari whined, banging his fist on the lunch table.

Bakugo’s cheeks tinted as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Shut your mouth idiot!”

“Aw come on man! Shouldn’t we deserve to know?! We told you to tell her anyway!”

“You guys didn’t tell me shit!”

His group of friends gazed at him, unamused.

“Fine fine!” Bakugo groaned and placed his arms behind his head. “I asked and she said yes.”

“No way you did it?!” Sero yelled and stood up abruptly, hands gripping the edge of the table.

“Yes, idiot why is that shocking?!”

“Well,” Kaminari started, scratching his chin. “You called it stupid, said it was a waste of time and didn’t want to ask someone,” he said, counting his fingers with each point he had.

Bakugo growled and looked over at Kirishima to see if it was true. The spiky redhead simply nodded.

“So what?! I have a date and you losers don’t!”

“And?!” The three said in unison.

“And it makes me better than you three!”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

2 days passed and it was the dance of the dance and it was safe to say that you were nervous as hell.

Your mom helped you with your hair, leaving it in a braided bun with two locks of hair, framing your face. You felt like you didn’t need makeup and opted out to using blush instead. You gripped the paper in between your fingers.

Today you felt that it had to be perfect. Sure you’ve had your moments where you were alone with Bakugo, but that was before you figured out you had feelings for him. ‘You better dress nice’ you thought, recalling his words. Even though they were sarcastic and playful, the voice in the back of your head was starting to eat at you.

Your mom dropped you off at the Bakugo Residence. Bakugo only lived 3 minutes from the school and both of you didn’t mind walking. In your mind, it was an easier way to dig deeper into Katsuki’s character. You let out a shaky breath and lifted a hand, ringing the doorbell. “Okay, it’s going to be okay..”

If you listened closely you could hear the faintest of arguing inside as footsteps approached the door.

“Hag I said I had the door!!”

“And does it look like I care?! Don’t you dare use your quirk inside the fucking house Katsuki!”

You gulped and clasped your hands in front of you, jumping up at the way the door was violently swung open. A gasp left the woman’s mouth as she made her way to you, wrapping her arms around you. “Y/N right?! Oh, you look so pretty! Katsuki get your ass over here! Doesn’t she look beautiful?!” The woman yelled who you could only assume was his mother.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m Mitsuki!” She said and opened the door for you to enter, which you did.

“You have a beautiful place!”

“Oh thank you! Katsuki should learn a thing from you! Katsuki get over here already!”

A grumbling blushing mess, Katsuki made his way over to the both of you, hands stuffed in his pockets as he had his usual slouch.

“Masaru! Get the camera! Get closer you two! Katsuki don’t you dare think about touching her inappropriately!”

“Hah?! I’m not stupid!!”

“Shut up and let me take the fucking picture!” Mitsuki snapped and took the camera from her husband.

You couldn’t ignore the blush on your face as you got closer to Bakugo, his arm wrapping around your waist but not touching you. Sure he was an asshole sometimes but he was still a gentleman when it came to these types of things.

You smiled for the camera as Bakugo didn’t, his famous scowl present on his face. On the outside, it looked like he didn’t care, but deep down he was shitting bricks. He could smell the faint perfume you wore, the way your body felt next to his. Oh yeah, he had it bad.

After a couple of pictures to capture memories, she walked up to the both of you and placed her hands on Katsuki’s shoulders. “Be safe you two! And you! Be a man and treat her right okay?!”

“Yes, I get it! Get your hands off before you ruin my shirt!”

A smile tugged at her lips as she ruffled Bakugo’s hair, pushing him out the door. “Have fun! Walk home safely! Bye Y/N!”

“Bye!” You said in return, waving at her as you walked off with Bakugo.

Bakugo looked down at your moving form beside him. You wore a burgundy dress that stopped at least 3 inches above your knee. It had lace that started at the base of your neck and went all the way down to both arms, the intricate patterns adoring your skin along with white shoes.

“You look..not bad” He muttered out and mentally kicked himself.

“T-thank you Bakugo! You don’t look bad either!” You teased and glanced at his outfit. He wore a white button-up tucked into black pants. A perfect outfit in your head.

‘He looks amazing’ you thought and bit your lip, turning your head forward, holding your phone tightly in one hand.

It didn’t take long to reach the school. Upon arrival, they immediately asked for ID and tickets which both of you obliged.

He walked behind you and hesitantly placed a hand on the middle of your back, noticing the way you tensed up at the contact before relaxing.

A grin made its way on his features as he guided you through the sea of people. The gym was covered in decorations, to heart balloons and red streamers everyone, an occasional cupid doll hanging from the wall. If it was anyone else, Katsuki would have gagged at the thought, but since it was you, he could endure 3 hours of this love nonsense.

“Y/N!!” a voice screamed your name. You quickly turned around and gasped, stumbling back a bit at the sudden impact of Ochako running at you. “You look so pretty! Sorry, Bakugo we’re stealing her for a bit! Bye!” she laughed and tugged your wrist.

You stumbled after her. “S-sorry!” you called out to him, a smile on your face.

Bakugo hummed and shook his head, gripping the box his mom had given him to give you as he walked away to find his group of friends who were hogging around the food table. “If you guys keep eating like that you will turn into literal fucking pigs!”

Kaminari looked up, his mouth stuffed with a cookie as some of the frosting stayed on the outline of his mouth. “Nu-uh!”

Kirishima swallowed his food and slapped Bakugo’s back. “You look good Bakubro! Super manly in my opinion! But where’s Y/N?”

“I bet that she got scared last minute and ran away!” Sero snickered and ducked at a punch that was coming for his face. “Watch it! My mom ironed this!”

“Like I care! Besides, her stupid friends came and swopped her away from me. Probably be seeing her sometime later tonight.”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

The night was amazing. The dance would be one of your favorite memories of all time. You danced with your friends without paying mind to the songs they played. Your group was a bit out there with everyone staring at you as if you guys were crazy, but who cares, let them stare.

The night ended with a nice slow dance of ‘love’ as Present Mic, the DJ stated. It was awkward at first, the proximity with Katsuki. Your hands placed on his shoulders as he had his hands on your waist. You kept your eyes averted anywhere but on him.

“You know you can look up at me right and not at our fucking feet. I’m sure you know how to move without looking”

Your face heated up as you felt the heat reach the tips of your ears. “I d-don’t know what you’re talking about!” You stuttered and weren’t able to meet his eyes.

He let out a deep sigh and brought you closer, practically forcing your head to rest on top of his chest.

You inhaled deeply as your hands gripped his shirt.

“Now just stop trembling and just enjoy the dance” he muttered into your hair as both of you swayed to the music.

After a few seconds, you closed your eyes, rubbing your head under his neck. He glanced down at your peaceful face and kissed the crown of your head gently before placing his head on yours, his arms around your waist tightening.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

The night ended quicker than you wanted it too. You would admit to Bakugo in the future when the both of you could laugh at the memory, that it was nice to be in his arms, that’s if you guys were still friends.

You waited in front of the school for him. He was on the phone with his mom.

“Yes, I know! Well, I can’t do it if we’re on the phone any longer!... Yeah yeah, I got it! Bye!” he snapped and hung up, shoving the phone into his pocket as he walked up to you. “Sorry, she wouldn’t shut her fucking mouth.”

“Heh. It’s okay I didn’t mind. We should get going yeah?”

“There’s something I want to give to you though.”

An eyebrow quirked up as you tilted your head to the side, a puzzled look adoring your face. “Yeah? What is it?”

He reached into his pocket, with a grunt he pulled out a heart-shaped box and shoved it into your hands. “There.”

“..a heart? What’s in it?”

“Stones. What else would be inside dumbass? There’s candy in there. Apparently, the brand is called Candy Love and my old hag thought it would be a good idea to give it to you. Whatever just take the fucking candy without asking questions got it?” He said in a gruff tone, looking somewhere else other than your eyes.

You let out a giggle that turned into a full-blown laugh. You held the heart-shaped box to your chest as your shoulders shook. “Wow, you’re funny! I’m glad I came with you!”

“Yeah yeah whatever let’s just get you the fuck home”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

BONUS

You stared at the photo of you and Katsuki at your first dance together on your phone. That photo was over 7 years old now. Both of you were now 22 years old. You cherished it with all your heart. Even though there were times you would tease him about it, he would always brush it off and threaten to delete it, which you knew he wouldn't.

You were sprawled out on your bed, wearing one of Katsuki’s shirts. The ash-blond male walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips.

“About time! You take so long Katsu!” you whined and sat up on your knees, placing your hands on your lap.

He scoffed and cradled your cheeks in his hand, squishing them together as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Yeah, whatever babe. Go get ready. We have dinner reservations in an hour and thirty but you take too long.”

“Fine fine I’m going.” You pouted and gave him a gentle kiss before pulling away. You climbed off the bed and jumped at the sudden contact of Bakugo’s hand hitting your ass. “H-hey watch it!”

He grinned mischievously at you as you held your head high, walking off to the direction in the bathroom and closed it once you entered.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and opened his boxer drawer, digging his hand in before pulling out a heart-shaped box.

Candy Love

He quickly opened it and let out a sigh of relief. The ring was still sitting inside, patiently for him to ask you the most important question ever.

‘Katsuki!” you called out for him. “I need help!”

“Coming!” he yelled and placed the box back inside the drawer, grabbing a pair of boxers and quickly slipped them on. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Katsuki!!”

“Shitty woman I said I’m coming!!”

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messy room

Pairing: BF!Yunho x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff დ

Warnings: Language, anxiety

Word Count: 1.7K

DISCLAIMER: Please remember that mental disorders need professional treatment and having a s/o isn’t the solution for those problems. Yes, having someone to support you might help a lot but again, not the solution! If you’re in this situation please please try to get some help, and stay safe! ♡

A/N: reposted from my side blog lemonadewritings (which will be deleted)

I do not own this pic, credits to owner.

Summary: basically (y/n) is having an existencial crisis (same lol) because she just finished college and doesn’t know what to do next. Yunho is the amazing bf who showed up and is a cutie. (I don’t know a better way to put this without spoiling the whole thing).

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“It’s the first Monday at home, with nothing to do since college is over. You graduated last friday, but since we're in the middle of a pandemic you couldn't even celebrate it. It was just over.

“Now go find a job” said your mom enthusiastically, who certainly was tired of being your money provider.

But it is not that simple, and you felt powerless just imagining how hard it would be. Even getting the internship to finish your last year was hard as fuck, imagine trying to get a paid job. You tried to get these thoughts out of your head so that you could get some more sleep.

Pointless. The moment you felt your eyes almost shutting another wild thought popped up.

“I can’t go back to my parents’ house. I cannot go back to that shitty hometown of mine. I won’t be able to handle all that stress and fuss about all aspects of my private life. I need to find a job here, and as soon as possible!!”. You let out a loud sigh and scream into your pillow. It was too frustrating, not knowing what to do next. No one prepared you for this. You were way too focused on graduating and never thought about what you would do next, now you have to deal with your existential crisis.

You turn around again in bed and try to sleep a bit more, once again. You don’t even know what time it is but you’re pretty sure you should be up already, assuming by the sunbeams that have been reflecting into your mirror and back to your face for a while now.

You don’t know how much more time you’ve slept until your doorbell started ringing furiously, but you felt like a truck ran over you and did reverse and ran again. You still got up, this time the frustrating feeling of before is gone. Now you just do not feel a thing. It’s like you’re not there but you’re aware of everything, it’s like someone had put you in automatic mode.

You finally got to the door, and the doorbell only stopped when you opened it. A small feeling of warmth ran over your body as soon as you saw that it was Yunho, your boyfriend. You’ve never seen that expression on his face though. It was a mixture of worry and relieve.

“(y/n) are you okay?? Did something happen? It’s already 2 pm and you haven’t texted me back nor answered the phone!” As he says this, with a bit of panic in his voice, he gives you the biggest hug ever. You reluctantly hug him back, resting your forehead in his shoulder.

“My phone must have died during the night.. I-I was sleeping..”, you stutter feeling a bit dizzy and out of yourself.

Yunho pulls away to look at your face and gives you a little smile. He shuts the door and walks with you to your bedroom, his hand on your lower back guiding you and giving the soft feeling of support. You still feel like you’re not there, so you don't even notice the face Yunho makes when he sees the mess your room is. He immediately realises that you are in fact not okay. Hell, he realised it as soon as you opened the door but the state of your bedroom and the fact you were sleeping until now, those were major indicators of an anxiety crisis attacking you.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” the tall boy holds your arm helping you onto the bed again, seeming even taller now, “You wanna talk?”

He sat next to you in your bed and held your hands, giving you a look of comprehension and empathy. You looked at him and in your mind your thoughts started running a 1000 miles per hour and you couldn’t focus on one. But you knew that externally you just looked blank. The panic going on inside your mind didn’t trespass to your skin and you were living it alone. You wanted to tell Yunho but you didn’t know how, so you just shook your head negatively and snuggled next to him.

You both stayed like that for a while. His left arm over your shoulder, your face buried in his chest and his right hand caressing your thigh softly. Yunho knew you well enough to not talk or do anything else until you were ready for it.

The smell of your boyfriend's freshly washed clothes mixed with his calm heartbeat helped you to calm your mind a bit, and a couple of minutes later you finally found the guts and the words to talk.

“I’m not feeling well Yunho.. but.. I.. I.. don’t know how to explain.. and…”, your thoughts started rambling again and you couldn’t finish your sentence.

“It’s okay (y/n)..”, Yunho held you tighter and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, resting his chin over your head while you let a tear slip and roll down to his light blue hoodie, your heart racing.

“Have you eaten anything yet?” you shook your head, still buried in his chest. “So I assume you didn’t take your meds either…?” once again, you don’t look at him, only shook your head no. You notice that he is clearly worried, and you know he is also a bit mad that you didn’t take your medicine. And yet he keeps talking to you in a calm tone, knowing too well that getting angry at you wouldn’t do any good.

He gets up holding your hand and the biggest smile he could pull off, indicating that he wants you to go with him. You groan, not wanting to leave the only place where you can feel comfort even when this big storm his happening inside you.

“Come on, (y/n)! Your room stinks, we need to open a window!” He chuckled and that actually made you smile for a second. Looking up to his adorable puppy eyed face you couldn’t just say no, so you stood up. “And you have to eat!”

Yunho led you all the way to the couch in your living room, way tidier than your bedroom which made you realise that you had been living in a big fat mess the past couple of days. Your boyfriend worked over the weekend and your roommate had moved out last week, leaving you all alone to your thoughts.

In the meantime, you asked Yunho to order pizza from your favourite place, and he made you promise you would take your meds and keep your phone alive for now on. You kissed his cheek as a way of sealing the deal and both of you smiled. Your heart was still racing and your mind a mess, but you decided that you would never want to leave your boyfriend this worried about you again, it wasn’t fair. So, you took your meds, ate pizza with him and fell asleep (again) while watching a random movie that was on at the time.

When you woke up, for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day, you were alone, the TV was pitch black and you had a warm cozy red blanket wrapped around you like a burrito. You felt so comfortable and calm, all your thoughts of before settled down. You were still a bit overwhelmed, but nothing compared to this morning. You concentrated to try and figure out any sound that would give away Yunho’s presence in your apartment. But nothing. All you could hear was the raindrops hitting the window.

It was darker now, and you picked up your phone from the coffee table, now fully charged. You don’t remember putting it there nor charging it, so you assumed Yunho did it for you. The thought of him taking care of you made you blush and your heart skipped a beat, even though you have been dating for almost a year now. He simply had that much power over you, and every time you’re with him you still feel like it’s the first time, falling for him over and over again.

You texted your boyfriend thanking him for everything and apologising for your behaviour. You get embarrassed whenever this happens and you can’t get out of it for yourself. You never wanted to feel dependent on someone else and had always taken care of your problems alone, so having someone else to help you always makes you feel guilty, like you’re a burden to them.

Your phone lit up.

Yunho: YOU ARE NOT A BURDEN!

Yunho: Sorry for yelling at you.

Yunho: I love you (y/n)! I just came to the dorm to pick up some of my stuff. I’ll sleep at your place tonight ;)

Yunho: Oh, and I’ll cook dinner! Don’t do anything until I get there! See you soon babe xx

You smiled like a little kid and a bunch of butterflies battled each other inside you. “I love you, Yunho.”, you texted back.

You felt bad for him doing all this for you and wanted to give something back, so you headed to the kitchen to bake him his favourite dessert. You left the cake cooking in the oven and went to take a shower and clean your bedroom. When you got to your room you couldn’t believe your eyes. Your bed was neatly made with clean sheets, the bowl of old cereals was gone, your books were all organized as well as your desk. The clothes that were all scattered around the room before were also gone. It looked so clean and smelled like vanilla, your favourite scent. You were indeed really lucky.

You were about to call Yunho when you hear the front door open, he must have taken your keys. You ran to him and threw your arms around his neck kissing him like there was no tomorrow. He was caught of guard and stumbled back into the closed door, letting the bags in his hands fall onto the floor. You could feel him smile during the kiss and his hands wrapped around your waist pulling you even closer.

“I don’t deserve you Jeong Yunho.” You say as you pull back to look at the most beautiful man you’ve ever met. Both of you all smiles and giggles.

“Glad to know I have my girl back.”

It still amazes you how the simple presence of one person could make you feel this good, all your worries pushed aside for later.

♡MASTERLIST♡

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