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milaisreading · 11 months

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hiiii ! what about a fic where manager is a bit mean ? like she had a bad day so she’s vv blunt with her remarks but even if she’s rough with them the bois just end up simping harder ? in a “step on me pls” kinda way !

thanks drink water and eat good and stay healthy !!!!!

Author: I have a much harder time writing mean reader aus, so I hope u like it🩷 thanks for the request🩷

Warnings ⚠️: little bit of swearing and reader uses she/her. Mentions of periods. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

'Just two more hours and then I can go to my bedroom for a nap.' (Y/n) thought as her eye kept on twitching from time to time. Yesterday her period started, and thanks to her cramps she barely got any sleep. Ego and Anri made her wake up a little earlier to get some papers done for the JFU and to prepare the practice field for the Blue Lock team.

While she usually didn't mind that work, the cramps and lack of sleep made it hard for her to not lose it just a little bit. (Y/n) was hoping to have a calmer day than it usually was, but of course she was asking for too much. It started off really normal, Chigiri and Aryu asked (Y/n) to braid and comb their hair, which she gladly did, but then it turned into Baro screaming at them to leave her alone.

While she was used to Baro scolding them, today anyone's yelling pisses her off. With a deep breath, (Y/n) shook her head and calmly told Baro that it was fine and that she didn't mind it. Next one to piss her off was Rin, who kept on ignoring her warnings about his hand injury. The night before he had an accident and fell om his hand while practicing. His constant saying that everything was fine and not to worry about him was genuinely getting on her nerves.

'Can't he see I am scared he might injure it more?!' (Y/n) thought as she counted to 3 and nodded her head. Rin was left flabbergasted with how easily she gave up and moved on.

'I... where are my back pats?! She always gives me them before leaving!' Rin sobbed internally as the girl was talking to Kurona and Bachira over their defense.

The third and final straw which made her break loose was an incident that happened 5 minutes before practice for that day ended. (Y/n) smiled tiredly at the pile of towels she had folded and was planning on bringing to the washroom. It all went well until she heard Isagi's yelling to move away. She did that just in time for the football to fly past her and into the towels. (Y/n) felt her breath hitch up as her face turned red in anger, all the while the pile of towels kept mocking her.

"Sorry about that, (Y/n)..." Isagi said quietly, but quickly jumped away as (Y/n) sent him a deathly glare.

"Sorry? You are sorry?" (Y/n) asked as Isagi gulped. Kujigami, Chigiri and Nagi watched the scene nervously and tried to get the rest to calm down.

"Yes-"

"SILENCE!"

The boys felt shivers run down their spines as they heard (Y/n)'s yell and quickly turned to look at the scene.

"The whole morning I have to deal with your shenanigans and all I ask is for you to keep those footballs on the field, Isagi! Look what you did here!" She said while pointing at the towels.

"Uh..."

"Not a word!" (Y/n) put her hand up as the team looked stunned.

"You move your egotistical ass over there, pick those towels up and bring them to the laundry room! I am not doing this today or putting up with anymore bullshit today!" Just as (Y/n) finished that sentence the bell rang, indicating the end of another training day.

"Did I make myself clear?!"

"To-totally clear." Isagi stuttered out and watched as (Y/n) walked off. Once she was gone and out of earshot the team let out a collective sigh of relief and looked at each other.

There was a silence among all of them as Isagi started picking up the towels, face red and heart racing.

'That was... that was so...so hot!' He gulped.

"I like this side of her." Karasu,as usual, spoke up before thinking his words through. The boy expected weirded out looks, but surprisingly only got nods of agreement.

"Y-yeah... it was kinda hot." Hiori agreed as he tried to cool himself down. Chigiri and Kunigami nodded in agreement, both faces red.

"You think she might yell at me if I take of my brace during training?" The redhead wondered.

"We should try, I can pretend that I took it somewhere and forgot where." The orange-haired boy added as his friend nodded his head in agreement. Yukimiya and Otoya were busy stopping their nose from bleeding to even say anything.

'She was so cute with that glare!'

'So hot! I hope she punches me next!'

"Haa~ it was kinda cute seeing her with an irritated look~ the blush was just a bonus." Niko added in as Kurona shyly nodded his head.

"I hope she insults me next."

"You all are so weird." Baro sweatdropped as Aryu shook his head at him.

"Let's not pretend like you didn't enjoy seeing our manager mad. I saw the blush you had while she was yelling."

"You were weirder! You started drooling, Aryu!"

"True, but I am not denying it."

"Isagi is so lucky to get yelled at by her. All I got was being yelled at by Ego-san." Gagamaru grumbled, hoping he might slip up next and get the Isagi treatment.

"Reo? Did you faint?" Nagi asked as he watched the boy sit up.

"Of course I did! Didn't you see the look she had on her face! That was so hot!" The purple-haired boy yelled as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"True... but a slap from her would feel a lot nicer. Can you pay her to slap me?" The albino wondered.

"Nagi, you are a genius! But instead of you, she will slap me!"

"I came up with it, Reo! I call dibs!"

"I am the richer one tho~"

"Damn you, insect. That should have been me. What does she see in you to yell like that?" Rin glared down at Isagi's form as the boy kept shaking in excitement.

"That's not fair! Isagi, we are best friends, I deserved the yelling too!" Bachira pouted

The next day everyone was pretty much waiting for (Y/n) to arrive so that they can provoke her into snapping again.

'Hopefully it's me this time.' They all thought.

"ISAGI!" The boy looked at the door with wide eyes as (Y/n) ran through it, holding a small strawberry cake in her hands.

"(Y-Y/n)?" He mumbled and ignored all the death stares he was receiving. The girl smiled in relief as she saw him and ran to his table.

"D-did I do something wrong again?" He asked, hoping she might yell a 'yes' or something like that, but to his disappointment she shook his head.

"No, not at all. I am here to apologize for yesterday. I shouldn't have let my anger out on you like that." (Y/n) said as she blushed in embarrassment.

"It's alright, I didn't mind."

Yukimiya, Hiori and Kurona facepalmed at his straightforward answer as Rin chuckled.

'Maybe she will think he is weird and not talk to him again.'

"Please don't say that, you have all the right to be mad at me. You are too kind, Isagi." (Y/n) smiled at the boy, causing him to cough nervously.

"Here! I made you this, it's not much but I hope it makes up for the trouble I did! Ego-san is fine with you eating this today." (Y/n) said as she handed the boy the small cake. This caused the tension in the room to rise as they looked at Isagi. He? Receiving a cake? Made by their lovely, kind manager?!

'That should have been me!' Reo thought as Niko pouted.

'I want a cake from (Y/n), too.'

'Why him?! I am the genius here!' Nagi was getting pretty much heated up by this point as Baro scoffed.

'That donkey really getting more attention than me? This won't fly by!'

Kunigami, Bachira and Chigiri tried to stay as calm as possible as they were right in front of her, but all three were pretty much ready to kick Isagi.

"Y-you really shouldn't have! I wasn't upset yesterday." Isagi said with a red face as (Y/n) squealed on the inside.

'He is so adorable and understanding! We as a society don't deserve him!' Internally (Y/n) shed a tear and kissed the boy on the cheek.

"Ah?!" He yelled in shock.

"We really don't deserve you, Isagi! Anyways, I will leave you to your breakfast." (Y/n) smiled at the boy one last time and ran out the dining room. The room was eerily quiet as they all looked at Isagi in shock and anger.

"Isagi, what the fuck?!" Hiori yelled.

"Yeah man, not cool! That was supposed to be my kiss!" Aryu yelled.

"Damn you, blue-eyed freak! What's so great about you?!" Rin yelled, watching in anger as Isagi happily ate his cake.

"That was upposed to be me, damn it..." Reo cried as Nagi laid his head on the table, trying to forget that awful scene.

"My day is ruined."

"So is my appetite." Niko and Gagamaru grumbled

"I wonder what's it like getting a cake from (Y/n)." Kurona raised an eyebrow.

"Forget that! Imagine a kiss! A KISS!" Karasu and Otoya yelled, both evidently jealous of all the attention Isagi was getting.

"I am the king here... why is a peasant getting all that attention."

"It's not fair..."

Meanwhile Isagi was happily munching on the cake as his three friends watched him with forced smiles.

'Isagi...'

'Why him?'

'I have much more kissable cheeks.'

"You know... (Y/n)'s lips are very soft." Isagi blurted out and touched the spot where (Y/n) had kissed him.

"ISAGI!!"

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onetoomanyfandomfixations · 1 year

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OM Demons & Their Broadway Duets

A.k.a the duet you two perform together that’s just a lil bit too on the nose

LUCIFER

You cannot tell me that he’s Not the same person as Hades

Mans has shit to do!!

But that doesn’t stop him from wanting you one bit

He knows he can seduce you, and that’s exactly what he will do

Also has that Stunningly deep voice thats just perfect for this roll

Enjoys making you squirm on stage with his words and voice

Probably circles around you whilst singing

10/10 very hot

Will def invite you to see him after the performance for some quality time

MAMMON

The exact kind of greedy, insecure loving he needs

He wants to sing more because “The Great Mammon deserves the spotlight”

So he sings Elphaba

Tbh, finds it really therapeutic to express his feelings for you so wholly

LOVES that its so intimate; he gets to hold you, with an undeniable excuse!

Gets so flustered during rehearsals

Only makes him love you more

Listens to it often, cause it makes him happy to think of you

He will deny this

LEVIATHAN

He would have died if it was a romance duet, c’mon guys

He was struggling getting on stage as is

So getting to pretend to play video games, right next to you in stage while talking about how he hates everyone else?

Perfect

Has the audio clip of you saying “is it really true, i’m your favourite person”

Listens to it daily

Actually has an Amazing voice, holy shit

It’s Your song and no one else can sing it with you

Probs get the matching pac-man tattoo from the original musical

SATAN

As said before, a hopeless romantic to the core

Thinks this entire musical is god tier

The only one to know and love the entire musical connected to your performance

You see it together “as research” before doing the scene together

Perfect on stage, as expected

Probs cups your face for a Significant portion of the song

Loves being to protector, instead of the persecutor; like he is so often made out to be

Will sing it to you quietly as you slow-dance in his room in the early hours of the morning

Wants it to be the first dance at your inevitable wedding

ASMODEUS

Guess who’s back on their asmo-is-baby bullshit

Mans relates to Audrey So Hard

So its only right he plays her part

You are his Seymor

He tries not to think about it, or else he’ll cry

Thinks its a really beautiful song

Don’t tell him the ending of Little Shop of Horrors, he’ll be devastated

ADORES being on stage, makes every minute of it

Kisses you as soon as the songs over, so deeply and passionately

The audience goes wild

Both of you are grinning wildly

BEELZELBUB

He’s more than happy to sing a song about loving you in front of as many people as you want

Honestly just happy to be spending time with you

Sings Zoe, because he just wants to reassure you that he loves you

Like Lucifer, has a beautifully deep voice

Constantly checking you’re not as insecure as Evan

Makes sure you know he loves you, even if you aren’t insecure in the slightest

A custom bed needs to be built for the two of you to sit on for the scene bc he’s so Large

Puts his heart into the line “I don’t want you to fix what I’d rather forget”, because he needs you to know that you aren’t a replacement for Lilith

He loves you, as you.

BELPHAGOR

Idk what bullying you had to do to get this but go you ig???

Hates JD with a passion

He reminds him too much of how he was during his time in the attic

But it’s almost like a redemption for him; he can do it again but this time he chooses you

He chooses you instead of the anger, the hurt

Voice is probs really raspy because he’s always sleeping

Didn’t do rehearsals, just wung it on opening night

Enforced naptime afterwards

DIAVOLO

Listen, this is Very Directed

He chose this song for a reason; he needs his people to know that loving you is not a political choice

He just loves you

Relates more to Alyssa, but sings Emma for impact

Probs doesn’t have time to be doing something like this??

Barbatos is On Him for the overdue paperwork

But this is Fun

And it’s with You

He loves preforming

Probs has a good vibrato too

Post show fancy dinner date 💕💕

BARBATOS

l i s t e n

Mans is perfect for Warner

Is more than happy to let you have the spotlight

Loves being able to say he loves you so plainly

Sometimes the song makes him think about the realities where you stayed in the human realm

It makes him grateful that you chose the Devildom

That you chose him

But he tries not to linger, because you both have a song to do

Master of honey tea before going on stage

Warm them vocal chords UP

Always praises you on how wonderful you were the second that mics are off

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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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I bloody love your azriel jealousy or angst ones so can you please write a fic about az getting jealous of you and Rhys hanging out and vibing a lot because u both used to be exes. But like please don't make it a happy ending...I'm in for a roller coaster of emotions 😅

Of course <33 I hope you like how it turned out.

Azriel x Reader | I Was Never Enough

type: angst warnings: angry and sad Az, curse words, vulgar language word count: 1004 words

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Your hand was braced on Rhysand’s thigh while you were cackling with laughter. The High Lord was similarly amused by what you had just been talking about. He was chortling quietly, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. The atmosphere in the room was peaceful, warm and homely.

It all changed when a door fell shut with a loud peng.

There was one person not in the mood to laugh and that was your partner who had heard your cackling probably even upstairs om the training pitch— the window of Rhysand‘s office was open so it was possible.

Just a moment after one door had been slammed shut the door to said High Lord’s office was ripped open.

“What the fuck?” the spymaster furiously expressed, his face veiled in sinister darkness and agony. Your head snapped up and so did Rhys’ when you both looked at Azriel. He was all darkness and pain.

“What’s going on, Az?” the High Lord questioned with a raise of his brow.

“What the fuck is going on? Maybe you two are going on. Doing only the Mother knows what behind my back. Are you kidding me?”

All happy feelings were washed away like they had been erased from the room. Cold settled in, stretched out, made your stomach churn and your whole body shiver.

“Az, there is nothing going on. We were just talking about the—“ “The what? How you could best fuck behind my back.”

It was a statement not a question. A statement that hurt you so damn much. “Azriel, that’s absolutely not—“ “How could you?!”

From the moment on you started dating Azriel had always had trust issues—he was terribly territorial and jealous. You had learned to live with it, never giving him a reason for jealousy. But there was this huge problem with Rhysand being your ex. Your past relationship with the High Lord had always been a thorn in the flesh of Azriel.

As much as he had tried to trust you he had always gotten suspicious when the two of you had spent time alone. And now, Azriel thought, he had caught you right in the act of betrayal.

Azriel's nostrils flared, his jaw clenched once again. He took a step closer to you and Rhys. “Did you touch her? Did kiss? Or worse fuck? Tell me!”

”Az–"

"You bastard,” Azriel spat at the High Lord.

Rhys growled, not allowing anyone to talk to him like that. But before the two of the could throw hands you decided to step in. You stood, surrounding the couch and walking over to Azriel. “Come on, let’s discuss this outside.” You gave no room for protest, already tugging on Azriel’s sleeve to make him move. Azriel groaned lowly but followed.

You were facing each other in the corridor, standing opposite to each other. Your partner was still fuming, his jaw clenched, fingers curled towards his palms.

“I was never enough for you,” Azriel breathed.

You tried to reach for his hands. “Az, you know that is not true.”

“It fucking is!” His face turned angry again, his voice getting louder. You hated when people shouted at you. And you hated when he shouted at you. Azriel never got louder. Now he did and it broke your heart. “Az, please. Please, listen to me.”

“Oh spare me with your bullshit. I know exactly what you have been doing behind my back.” “Az, we were not doing anything. I love you—“ “You do not! I cannot do this any longer.” You couldn’t either. It was too much. I had gotten too much. His jealousy was not bearable any more. You had to put a line under your relationship, it was draining you of energy and no longer made you happy.

“Neither can I,” you said and shook your head. Taking a step back you leaned against the wall across from Azriel. “It is best if we end this. I can no longer stand your constant jealousy. I do nothing and you freak out.” Azriel was shaking his head at that point, his lashes dampening. “It hurts so much what you say makes sense. I also no longer can do this. What you are doing is too much.” That hurt you—it hurt you that he did not take the blame on himself and rather made it about you again. That he could not longer be with you.

“What you are doing is too much!” you shouted, pushing Azriel back by a shoving his chest.

“You are robbing me of air to breathe. I feel like I am constantly under water. You are caging me in without even noticing. It is over between us. We were never good for each other and I realised this way too late.” With one last glance over your shoulder, you left Azriel standing in the corridor. His shoulders were hunched, his face crumbing when regret stretched out between the two of you. What you had said cut deep, but breaking up, ending what you had, was the best. You weren’t good for each other any longer. Your own heart shattered into a million pieces when you slammed the door shut and descended the dreadful staircase of the house of wind. It was over and it was enough. It had been enough for so long.

It had also been the last time that you and Azriel had spoken.

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#azriel x reader #azriel #acotar #acosf #acotar x reader #azriel angst

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popchoc · 2 years

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Maya & Dearborn, #123 please 😜

Maya Bishop & Charlotte Dearborn, Station 19

123: "fuck you." - "when?"

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There it is again. The high-pitched ringing in her ears, blocking out every other sound trying to get in.

It started this afternoon, right after that water heater exploded in her face. At that moment Maya believed it was a fitting reaction to the loud noise, but it's been hours now, and yet the ringing keeps coming and going - completely out of nowhere. And though it only lasts for a minute or so, it's highly uncomfortable.

It's also why it takes her a bit to realize the woman at the sink next to hers is talking to her.

"St-io- -in-tee- r-ght? -m Ch-r-tt-, -om -elf."

"I- I'm sorry, what?!" Maya answers, turning towards her and trying to focus the best she can. If only she could read lips.

(Talking about lips, this woman has quite a pair.)

While Maya's a little distracted by the view, the woman keeps talking to her; unaware that Maya doesn’t hear her.

"I -m lieu-en-t a- -ta-ion -wel-, - kno- y- -iend, He-e-a."

Feeling her frustration rise, Maya tilts her head and shakes it with vigor. When it doesn't do the trick, she starts tapping her ear, which seems to amuse the other woman.

"Got som- wate- in ther-?" she grins.

"Something like that," Maya answers, finally picking up most of it - at least she hopes so. She turns off the tap, then looks over her shoulder as she reaches for the towel dispenser - which, of course, is empty. "Have we uhm... have we met?"

(She would know, right? Yes, she would definitely know.)

When the woman hands her a paper towel from her side, their hands briefly touch. Maya mumbles a thank you, and notices with relief that the ringing is finally gone.

"Not personally," the answer sounds perfectly clear, "But I've seen you around. You know, in the field."

Maya doesn't know. But that could be because she missed half of what was said before. And that's not something she'd like to admit.

So she just nods.

The woman leans one hip against the sink, then casually crosses her arms. Maya is no stranger to bathroom chats with random chicks, but for some reason she's not so sure if this one may lead to something fun - despite liking what she sees.

"Rumor has it you guys got yourself trapped again."

Her smirk is challenging.

Maya mirrors her pose. "What do you mean, again ?!"

"Don't you know? Nineteen has quite the reputation."

Never accepting any trash talk about her station, Maya takes a step forward, trying to overawe. Yet with her challenger stepping back simultaneously, her attempt seems more like the start of the cha-cha-cha.

Maya pretends not to notice it. "Bullshit!" she calls out without blinking.

"You think I'm making this up? You people keep getting yourself in trouble every other week. Nothing wrong with a reputation though. Yours, for example—"

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Maya stops her, raising her hand. "My reputation?!"

Bright laughter echoes through the bar's bathroom again. "Well yeah. I mean, within a different scene, but you know..." She clicks her tongue. And this time, Maya does know.

She narrows her eyes. "Are you slut shaming me?"

The woman cocks her head, an almost innocent look crossing her face. "Not at all! I'm just... curious what the fuzz is all about."

Maya snorts, then shakes her head - not willing to take the bait any longer. "Fuck you," she simply tells her off.

The woman's response comes fast, before Maya gets the chance to turn away from her.

"Sure," she chuckles, raising her brows, "When?"

Frozen in motion, Maya stares at her. At this annoyingly cocky, but also annoyingly hot woman right in front of her. Who's clearly having way more fun than she is.

(Which seems highly unfair.)

Not giving it another thought she moves in, crashing their lips together with force and impatience. Their tongues quickly find each other. Their hands follow. It's a hungry kiss. A good one, a really good one, and stopping seems the most stupid thing they could do.

Maya gives herself one second to break it though, giving in to the need to open the stall door closest to them. And - admittedly - to win this thing.

Heavily panting, and already directing the both of them towards the empty stall, she manages to have the last word: "Now."

(After all, it's been a long day. And it is still Wednesday.)

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150 random writing prompts (closed)

#writing prompts #fanfiction #maya bishop #charlotte dearborn #station 19 #so here i was thinking this was one going to be super easy as they had enough to fight about #(like the incinerator or andy or some feut between stations)#only to check and be reminded that maya had no idea who dearborn was - bringing me back to square one #hoping this works as well #thanks for the prompt - a challenge indeed!

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gyahyahyahayhahayahyahyahyahyaha · 1 year

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dreamt that i was walking into this target type of building but it was like a similar type of store. i walked in, someone i recognized started yelling their ass fof at me about being late to work and in that dream i realized “wig do i still work here?” and im like oh im on for today? right now? well damn i got my stuff so ill go get changed. and my manager? the person yelling at me huffed and asked me about the “affair”. she was talking about the outfit i was wearing. it was a type of magic that i had crafted to make my outfit look a certain way and it looked like ome of those super silk purple robes that youd see a rich widow wearing.

anyways the position at the store 🏬 was like a regular one except they had me working like lead role in some show that served as like an asvertisement for their company. it was like a full blown show and it was like a pretty good soap opera cuz if you didnt know youd habe no idea it was advertising for the store. so yeah i was the main character???? for some reason... and the main character was like this maid with this super frilly maid outfit kinda like this

and she was like ome of those characters that stumbled her way thru the story, into and out of problems. sje had good insight sometimes and was good at event planning and liked to run and read mysteries a lot. i guess it was a bit of a mystery soap opera cuz there were a lot of murders and other problems that shed end up solving cuz all the other characters were so caufht up in the surrounding melodrama that the only “mostlybut not really” uninvolved character had the time to think about what was goin on lol.

anyways they paid me for like an entry level position and i had to act out this character for the show on the set and in the store itself. the job overall sucked and like the store too but i kinda liked not habing to wear the stores normal uniform and the maid outfit allowed me to get away with fucking around and doing some other bullshit i absolutely would have not gotten away with otherwise. also i liked working on the show more thhan anything else. it was... fun.... despite eberything else.

anyways at this point i just got stopped at the entrance and havent gotten changed yet. so i make a dash back into the tunnels tha connect to the entrance and stsrt looking for a changeroom. the tunnels are like a swathing sea of people in these subway like tunnels. it was all white like a targets walls would normally be. with thst type of stone or brick thats been painted over. it was nauseating. it shared that same kind of miserable lighting too... anwyays i kept running into various people cuz there was so many around ir was impossible to not do so. and almost ebery single one i ran into kept aski nd me about “the affair”. i didnt bother to keep asking at this point. after feeling like id suffocate and die like this several times i made it to thechange room . which had the same pale white ceiling and walls and insufferable lighting and almost as many people inside as there were outside. but at least the changeroom was incredibly spacious... people still wouldnt stop asking me a bout “the affair” until i managed to erect a barrier of boxes and linen in a corner so i could change in relative peace.

when i changed into my outfit i was no longer at the store. i was already wearing something else and i found myself at some type of gathering at some kind of (ski?)lodge

i remember hurrying to orepare a swimming outfit and some backup outfits for after and while i was doing that i was talking to someone about fortnite? while also preparing for some event

oah yeah it was one of those collective borthday events for people who had birthdays in the same month. far as i remember there were only 3 ppl there whos birthdays were beinf celebrated for that month. it was wierd cuz like after all the prep and setup and everything eberyone is more or less gatheredon one end in this dining hall amidst all thr serving tables full of food... and then my grandmother? (maybe?)start singing happy birthday. she gets like 2 lines out before she interrupts herself to start reciting a speech which felt like a suuuuuuuper uninportant thank you to thr “sponsors” she was reading advertisements. i looked at the guy whose name was mentioned in the first two lines of the song we were singing, miguel, and he was kinda just looking around expectantly. felt bad for him... most of the people who were gathered up before were suddenly no longer in sight cept for a few stragglers. thats what it felt like. the few left behind were just wandering aroujd aimlessly. not even chatting or eating. there were two ppl who was i was talking with on one end of the hall. i said, smth like “this kinda fucking sucks” and this one lady walked up to me and very excitedly agreed and the guy sitting in his chair handed me his phone and showed me his web page. it was pretty cool. it had this really cool pixelized style of colouring using various hues of green and brown that looked really good together. i looked thru his page while talking to both of them and as i did images of this dark builfing with spotlights occasionally hitting it started filling my mind like a vision ior clairvoyance or smth. it was a weird clustered snd complicated buildinf. i wish i remembered enough about how it looked to draw it.

the 3 of us kept talking to eachother and we realized we all got along pretty well so at some point the lady was like “hey why domt we fuck around and make our own birthday celebration since they dont seem interested in starting anytime within our lifetimes lol” and both me and the guy were like yeah thats a great idea. the guy in the chair dodnt really say much very often bur the 3 of us were all on the same page so while the lomg ass speech was s to ll goin on we dragged out a circular table, found a normal sized cake and surrounded it with plates and bowlls of food we were planning on eating. we were practically making new dishes and soups an stuff with all the combinations we were making. once all the food was ready we just interrupted and started singing happy birthday to miguel while the 3 of us held hands round the table. im not sire if he heard us since he was sitting relatively nearby my grandmother(?) who was kinda still droning on...

the 3 of us were having fun and were enjoying our newfound friendship we had forged . i think i woke up around then

#dreaj

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crazyyanderefangirlfan · 2 years

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How would the Kemonohito siblings react/what would they do if they got tickets to go to the movies? Like the boys get their gfs, they all arranged Jane and Vera to sit together, Zuri and Dante got roped in the plot (I see them yelling "bullshit" at every weird idea), and Nadia gets stuck sitting away from everyone between a beautiful girl and handsome dude

It was taking forever for Jane and Vera to realize their feelings, so they decided to take matters into their own hands.

Ideas were thrown, the brothers and Nadia kept arguing what should the do since they had the most experience in relationships.

Joe: "Nads, no offence but you hardly have a relationship."

Nadia, offended gasp: "I do too!"

Vince: "Your the one who said ‘I don’t want to to be tied down just yet’.”

Zuri and Dante had to sit back cause they had no relationship experience at all and just watch the sibling argued. Before long Dante suggested movies since it was easy and fun, they all agreed.

Zuri had to slap Jack on the head for suggesting they should watch some racy movie that just released. Reminding him that romance should blossom not lust. Plus they'll be bringing their girlfriends and lord knows how horny they get with them.

Vince suggested a horror movie, but Dante had to remind them that Vera could not handle horror.

"She always hides whenever you guys play Stay Alive, what makes you think she'll handle a movie?"

Malachite and Nadia suggested a romantic drama that was popular but was also shot down cause Jane might be bored with it.

Finally, Joe suggested a new indie comedy which was basically their only choice left.

With a plan in mind, they were ready.

Saturday came by fast, the J&V gang and the Kemonohito sisters, except Cece had to stay at home cause she had a raid that night and asked the to tell her when they get home, were waiting for the other four boys.

Lo and behold here they were, arms wrapped around their girlfriends.

Nadia: "Quit reminding us we're single."

Jack stuck his tongue at her.

After buying tickets and snacks, they headed to the screening room, which was admittedly packed.

Sticking to the plan, they had Jane and Vera sit together while the boys and their gfs were somewhere close to them, Zuri and Dante sat next to each other (both were internally happy). Nadia however had to sit at the back since the front was full, not that she was complaining since there was hot girl and guy on each of her sides.

The movie started. It was really good, and there were some clever jokes and quips that made even Vince chuckle.

Soon they forgot the original plan and just enjoyed the movie. Jack almost choked om popcorn and Zuri almost had soda in her nose from laughing.

Finally the ending credits rolled, though they felt like they were missing something...

A light snore snapped their attention, turning to the source they found both Jane and Vera sleeping. They sighed, another failed attempt, but at least Jane wrapped her arms around the shorter girl. After waking both them up, they headed out.

Malachite: "Hang on, where's Nadia?"

As if on cue, the door to the bathroom opened. Nadia came out, clothes askew and hair messy, followed by the people who sat next to her. She blew them a kiss stopped in front of them.

Nadia: "What's up?"

Joe: "You reek."

#disney villain recruiters #villain recruiters #malachite kemonohito #cece kemonohito #vince kemonohito #nadia kemonohito #joe kemonohito #zuri kemonohito #jack kemonohito #vera hugo #jane teach #dante mcquinn #stephanie grimm #misty andersen #roxy carrol #elodie perrault

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omiscendo · 1 year

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[SPOILER FOR GLASS ONION]

(I say even though I’ve been reblogging spoilers way too much.)

Glass Onion is one of those movies that successfully executes something that’s bad on paper, and it ends up really good? Like, ngl I was so ready to reject the twin sister twist, but by the end of it (when we’re back where we left off) Rian managed to introduce a character that had a compelling reason for her presence on the island. He gave us a character so relatable to the average person, who was established to be nothing like the shitheads who probably killed her sister, and it ultimately made the end so cathartic. If I was actually good at understanding what makes narratives and tropes well executed I’d make an attempt to explain how they made something bad on paper into something so good, but I’m not so I just asdfghjkl this movie was amazing y’all

#oms is back on her bullshit #glass onion #rian johnson #knives out #someone make a video essay i’m too dumb for this shit

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ducknotinarow · 1 year

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[Foot!Casey and Karai] With the turtles believing he had to bounce due to something with Angel, Casey was quick to make a return to where they had all fought off the foot. He's glad to see Karai hadn't made it that far, but still felt his blood boil knowing how he couldn't protect her during those fights.

Skating over to her, he's quick to take a hold of her arm, trying to force it over his own shoulders,

"Don't even try an' give me some bullshit 'bout how yer fine, 'cause yer aint," He warns, giving her a soft glare, "I'm yer older brother, an' if I aint able t' protect yer when on missions, leas' I can d' is make sure yer get 'ome."

Ignoring any potential protests, Casey forces Karai to lean on him,

"C'mon, b'fore anyone see's us," Casey grumbles, leading the way, "B'sides, it's yer turn t' tell dad why our mission got fucked anyway."

| muse interaction

Was Karai worried about Casey what no of course she wasn't worried about that smug ass prick of a brother of hers. She was simply tossing in a bit of an unexpected fight just to observe and see how he doing on his mission of course. See how far along he was getting with getting closer to the turtles. He had befriend April and as they knew met the turtles not to long after that. But since then it was hard to say just how ell the idiot was keeping to his mission. Only made sense to drop in with a group of the foot bots.

Karai took the opening she had to make her escapes leaving her group of foot bots to keep from any of turtles from following right after her. Struggling to stand and breath hard against the pain, don't show weakness echos in her head as she smiled and ran off as if she hadn't been bleeding. She have to cut he losses in order to get away well she could. A few foot bots lost would get her a earful from her father later but it was better than taking a full loss right? She panted hard a moment as she ducked down into the alleyway not far from the fight luckily covering her escape from the fight. She bind her time for them all to leave and then she make her way back home she figured. Looking down to her side as she went to inspect and see how bad it was. The cut did damage getting between her armor with a precised cut to her side. That what she gets for egging on a little to much in a fight though. Hand set to her side as she let her head tip back to rest against the cold brick wall. Eyes closed as she controlled her breathing and applied pressure to her cut. It wasn't dangerously deep but not shallow enough to ignore. Slow, and steady breaths focused on as she tried to bear the sharp sting in her side. If she focused on her breathing she would be ready to continue on her way home. She slightly groaned at that, it be faster from the rooftops but with this cut she would risking opening it up more with all the jumping.

"ugh I'll have to walk." Great how graceful for a foot clan member, stumbling through the streets of New York after losing another fight. Oh she could see that look over her fathers face behind his metal helmet now. It was enough to keep her lingering a bit longer than she really should right now.Not looking forward to having to go and face her father after another failed mission. Alone. She can just about hear a soft sound working against the concrete as she resting carried down her place. Letting her eyes snap open and turn, with a lot of regret as she jerked her body to the back further trying to take cover best she could. Ready to grab for another she hand on her. Only to find Casey at the end of the alley.

"oh it's just you shouldn't you be messing around with you 'friends' after taking another win?" she snaps a bit as she moves to ease her stance. Slight wincing from the motion, she near forgot about it when she thought one of the turtles had double back or something just then.

Casey was quick to glide his way down over to her ignoring her remark as he got in closer to her. Grabbing at her arm as he tries to duck in under it and give her a hand. Karai hissed slightly in pain from the motion. Pulling back from him as she shrug her arm out from his hold. Fixing him with a glare to tell him off but Casey was faster to speak.

"Don't even try an' give me some bullshit 'bout how yer fine, 'cause yer aint,"

She resorts to a simple harsh glare instead for now against Casey's own soft one. Because yeah she was going to claim she was just fine and not in need of his help right now. Instead she turns her attention back to her side hissing once more at the pain, her sudden jerk away might have been a mistake on her end just then.

"Comes with the job Casey, which again what are you doing here?" Shouldn't be off getting chummy with the turtles after you little win? though part of her was happy he came to check on her. It was kind of easy to see that his mission was bringing him closer to the turtles, just a bit more than the mission may be calling for. He was befriending them..like family. Karai could see how he seemed to fall inline listen to Leo's orders. Even seeming to have some idea of what to do when they didn't out right voice what to do. Mostly he seemed to pair along with Raph that was interesting on it's own.

"So, don't go and do me any favors Casey. I don't need any hand holding unlike you. You sure seemed fine being on the other side in the fight anyway."

"I'm yer older brother, an' if I aint able t' protect yer when on missions, leas' I can d' is make sure yer get 'ome."

That got her to shut up, she felt childish at how she was lashing out just now. Like when Shredder brought Casey and Angel back with him that first day. Fearing her place was in danger. And suddenly she was in that same feeling again. Maybe she was just the slightest bit jealous of what she been observing between him and the turtles. Like Casey might be pulling away from them, her. Casey seemed content with them like him growing closer might be more than just to earn their trust. That he truly held some connection with them or forming one. She let a slight smirk tug at the corner of her mouth a moment as she rolled her eyes. Flickering her tongue against her teeth to make an audible 'tsk' as seh rolled her head of to the side. "Casey you're not my older brother you are only older by a month." She comments on. no longer fighting his help as he managed to get her to lean against him. She hissed once again but settled in against him.

"C'mon, b'fore anyone see's us,"

Oh, of course, I wouldn't want anyone to know Casey was nothing more than a softie after all. Karai thought to herself, as lear Casey set the pace and take lead back to the foot clans. Well aware it was more because they couldn't risk hus cover being blown just yet.

"B'sides, it's yer turn t' tell dad why our mission got fucked anyway."

That slight ping of fear before was still there but knowing Casey would be there as well? She simply sighed and threw more her weight against Casey to throw him off balance and get him to stumble as he let the playful smile show over her face. Taking her steps carefully so nit to make that cut any worse. She'll have the stop to get patched up first that'll buy he time to excuse what happened she figures.

"Actually Cay, this wasn't one of dad's orders...I was just." She chewed on her bottom lip a bit "i was just checking in to see how things seemed to be going. It hasn't been that long sure but." She trailed off a bit refusing to fully express her sentiment here. "I gotta say you seem to be finding a rhythm with them mostly the angry one, Raphael right?" She's prying just a little here as if she didn't know who was who hey just because they had a mission didn't mean she couldn't tease what seemed to be going on there. "i know dad said get close but I don't think he meant getting cozy with the enemy."

#muse| karai #madamkezzie #aflockofffeathers #[ you taunt and tease to make my life miserable because your my brother -aflockoffeathers]#[foot!casey]#muse interactions #ic reply #stay qeued #(( and here she was starting to worry Casey might turn against them uwu))

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fixielixie · 5 years

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i feel sorry for anyone who happens to stumble across my mess of a blog with no context sjjsjsks it must be hard to follow what's going on like my url is jaebum, my avatar is mark my bio says bambam enthusiast and im always posting about how i wanna jump youngjae because of his thighs even tho ive made it clear im not into men at all dlkddkdjjd eye-

#everyoen else with perfectly laid out and themed blogs #me emerging from the trash pile to thrist over youngjae and drag jaebum 👁️👄👁️#no one whos just found this blog has a chance of knwoing my bias loyalty #got7 #i wonder if i have regulars who see me post and theyre just like shit jaebalds back om her bullshit dkdjjddjjdjd

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robinofgothamcity · 2 years

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♡ prompt: "but when I walked in and saw you talking to that pink haired idiot, that was when I fell in love."

♡ character: damian wayne / robin

♡ pronouns used: she/her

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes

"can i get a hallelujah? can i get an amen? feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya," you and Jon sang, "when i play the highway fm, i find my soul revival, singing every verse, yeah i guess that's my church."

you and Jon continued to sing as Jay sighed in disappointment. the two of you were being obnoxiously loud, much Jay's displeasure. the two of you had walked out of school singing to whatever was playing on Jon's phone. he had invited you over to his place, telling you that he was having a friend over along with Jay.

"wait, should I buy something? I feel kind of wrong being empty handed," Jon shook his head no, "my mom is probably already making something! she knows I always bring back friends and since you're like the first girl I've ever invited, she'll be happy to have someone to talk to while we stuff our faces with food."

you giggled excitedly as all of you jumped into Jon's busted up old red truck. you got immediately into the back seat as Jay practically jumped into the passenger seat claiming that it was his turn since you got passenger in the morning.

"so, who's your other friend, Jon?" you asked, sticking your head in the middle of the two boyfriends. Jon sighed, "he lives in Gotham so you wouldn't know him. I don't think Jay's ever met him either but he's been needing a reason to leave his house so I invited him over," he explained.

all of you nodded, seeing Jon's house coming up on the road. Jon, deciding to still live at home, had the opportunity to still have friends over like all of you were still in high school or something. you and Jay were close friends, the reason being that you both shared the same identical schedule's for journalism school and tended to partner up for work and partner projects.

you were the first person to be informed when he started dating Jon and because of that, he introduced you to him not long after. the two of you immediately clicked and now tended to be a three person friend group when they wanted someone to join them in some random bullshit.

"how do you have friends in Gotham? you never leave your house unless it's to go out with Jay or bug me," your eyebrow lifted in confusion as he waved you off in slight saltiness, "what movie did you bring?" he asked as you threw him a dvd. he had to look through his dads old boxes in the shed to find a dvd player in the first place.

"it's a bollywood movie called Om Shanti Om. i watched it the other day and i swear, i'm obsessed," Jay and Jon nodded in interest as all of you walked in, immediately greeted by his dad and mom, "nice to finally meet you, Mr. and Mrs.Kent," you said, a bit mesmerized by meeting Jon's mom.

she could tell you were excited and opted for a hug instead of shaking your hand, "I love your work, Mrs.Kent. I look up to you so much!" you practically admitted as Jon, Clark, and Jay giggled at your fangirling moment.

"call me Lois," you nodded almost immediately as all of you jumped at the banging of the door. all of them, excluding you and Jay, looked at each other, before sighing. they knew exactly who it was and that familiar door banging couldn't be anyone other than Damian.

you and Jay got to talking with Jon's parents and Jon went to answer the door, "do you ever know how to knock properly? and why are you so dressed up?" he asked, looking at Damian's blazer and slacks, "I just got out of work. why does it look like you haven't even left the house?

the two of them silently bickered before entering the living room. Damian stared at you, stopping dead in his tracks. Jon looked to Damian, wondering why he stopped so suddenly when it immediately clicked in his head.

"no fucking way," Jon whispered, not believing what he was witnessing, "you are not falling in love right now and I cannot believe I'm witnessing this first hand!" he exclaimed quietly. Damian immediately kicked Jon in the back of the head, making him fall face first as he growled at him to be quiet.

"you okay son?" Clark asked, seeing him grunting in pain on the floor. Jon nodded in response as he murmured that Damian was here. your eyes widened, realizing who exactly he was, "he knows the son of fucking Bruce Wayne!" you screamed quietly in Jay's ear.

Jay gave his own distressed hand motions as he had no idea himself. Jon got off the floor, bringing him to you and Jay.

"Damian, this is Jay and ( your name ). he's my boyfriend and she's our best friend. Jay and ( your name ), meet Damian, my other best friend."

you immediately stuck your hand out for him to shake. Damian hesitated for a moment before shaking it tightly, not wanting to let go for a second, "Damian Wayne, a pleasure," he replied before letting your hand go and quickly shaking Jay's.

"do you think you could pick me up?" you screamed over the phone, drunk as all hell. Jon and Damian looked down to hear the loud music and the slurring of your words, "what mess did she get herself into now?" Damian asked, a bit annoyed that he wasn't around to keep your safe.

since the day after you and Damian hung out at Jon's house, you got relatively closer to the boy. you would hang out with him as a group and sometimes he would drop by unexpectedly to your university apartment while also trying not to catch the attention of other residents. he knew that Gotham reporters would eat up the story in a quickness and even had to have Jay sneak him in a few times to which Jon never let go.

"where are you?" Jon asked, trying to catch your attention. you looked up at the stop light but still couldn't see where exactly you were at, "I was at this party but I think I got too drunk and now I'm scared and alone and it's really dark out," you admitted, slumping down onto the street pole and tried to calm yourself down.

Damian snatched the phone from Jon's hand.

"turn your location on and we'll go get you," he said with no type of joking bone in his body. you nodded, sending the location of your phone to Jon, "she's ten minutes away!" Damian screamed, making Jon flinch in slight fright.

"okay, we'll be there soon. for now, I'll have Jay start making you a drink," Jon said as he texted his boyfriend and your roommate the situation. Jon had seen Damian this determined a few times before, sometimes when they were fighting criminals and other times when he was around his family but never over a girl.

the two of them went into the direction that the location had given them, Jon using his powers to fly above Damian to see if he could see you quicker, "she's over there! I'll go back to her place, you calm her down!" Jon screamed to Damian as he growled in annoyance.

this wasn't the first time Jon had ditched him in order to get the two of you alone. Damian ran down the street, seeing you on the verge of falling asleep against the street pole and immediately scooped you up.

"Damian! you're here!" you said tiredly. Damian nodded, angry enough to not respond, "are you mad? why aren't you responding!" you asked, your voice wavering a bit. Damian sighed, "you're an idiot, you know that? you're out here drunk and alone with who knows what around you! if you were going to drink, you should have let one of us know!"

you nodded understandingly.

"I'm sorry but I didn't want to disturb any of you. I knew all of you were busy and I thought it was only going to be one drink but a few guys kept buying me the alcohol until I got like this and left so I could go home."

Damian rolled his eyes, "you weren't going to disturb anyone you idiot. you could've called me and I would've been there faster than you thought," you laughed, smacking him on the arm, "you scared me, you know that?" Damian confessed, the conversation turning more seriously.

Damian knew this was the wrong time to confess his feelings but he felt as though it was like word vomit just coming out of his mouth.

"I would've killed anyone who touched you," you gave him a drunken look of surprise, "do you like me Damian?" you asked. he sighed before agreeing but remaining silent, "well it's a good thing I like you too! I told Jon the other day I've been waiting for you to ask me out on a date but a stick is so far up your ass, I thought you'd never ask."

he gave a flick on the forehead before pressing a kiss on it.

"we can talk about this more in the morning. for now, we need to get you home and start sobering you up. Jon and Jay are making you a drink so you're going to have that before taking an advil and heading to bed."

you sighed, adjusting the strings to your dress before Cass smacked your hands away. "you missed a hole Steph! no wonder it's uncomfortable!" you laughed at the way they all bickered as you tried fixing the front of the white dress.

Cass quickly fixed the wedding dress and made sure you were still able to breathe in it as she heard Tim walk into the room, telling everyone they all had five minutes before the wedding planner came in to get the show on the road. you fixed the small remaining mistakes on your hair before looking to Cass, Barbara, and Steph.

"who would've thought this gremlin would've been the first to get married?" Cass said seeing Damian from the balcony of the other room. she saw him bickering with Duke and Dick about something as all of them agreed, "he always took me as the love at first sight kind of person. he's not like any of his idiot brothers in the love aspect," Steph responded.

all of you laughed as the wedding planner called for all of you to get the positions she had told everyone to get into yesterday. you stood at the top of the stairwell, making sure you didn't mess up or stain the very and you mean VERY expensive wedding dress that Damian had bought.

outside of all of the fame and fortune that you knew Damian had, the two of you opted for a wedding at the Wayne Manor. you didn't want it to be a Gotham paparazzi event and Damian preferred having the ceremony in the garden of his home. the home that had so many memories inside of it.

the ceremony was closed for anyone that wasn't close friends and family. you had invited your family as Damian did the same and a few of the league members. you had found out his secret not long after the two of you started dating and about a year and a half in, that was when he popped the question.

it wasn't exactly a shock to anyone that he popped the question so early considering Damian had fallen in love with you rather quickly.

you stood at the double doors of the manor, seeing Damian messing with his tuxedo as Dick smacked him to make him quit. Damian had chosen his brothers plus Jon as his groomsmen as you opted out of having bridesmaids of your own (unless you have sisters in which go ahead and use your imagination to have them be your imaginary bridesmaids).

the music started, indicating that everyone should rise for you. Cass and Barbara opened the double doors as Steph walked behind you to make sure that your dress didn't get caught up in anything. you looked up to see Damian holding back his tears as he watched you walk down the aisle with a small smile playing at your face.

you stood in front of him as he leaned over to place a kiss on your cheek. leaving the most important kiss for last.

the officiant started his snooze fest of wedding statements as you and Damian remained staring at each other. you couldn't help but make a funny face to him every once in a while as you tried to lighten up the boring mood. it wasn't until the officiant turned over to Damian and gave him a look.

"I know we didn't agree on wedding vows but I figured I'd have nothing to lose if I told you that I had something written down since the day we got engaged," you sighed, knowing that you should have expected that from him.

"I never thought that I'd be in this position, standing here with the love of my life. if Jon had told me that I'd be marrying his best friend two years ago, I'd smack him across the face for lying but I'm glad he invited me that Friday night," you wiped a stray tear that was rolling down Damian's face as he continued, "but when I walked in and saw you talking to that pink haired idiot, that was when I fell in love."

you and Jon started laughing at the slight jab he made towards Jay, which you both knew that Damian meant it affectionately. he was your best friend and you knew Damian saw him as a friend as well.

"so I can't really believe that you're standing here in a white dress that I never thought I'd ever see my significant other wear because I never thought I'd ever be in the position of getting married but you changed that and for that, I can't thank you enought."

you felt a few tears roll down your face as the officiant said his final words before looking at the both of you, "by the city of Gotham and the power invested in me, I pronounce you Mr. and Mrs.Wayne!" he said as Damian practically shoved you against him for a kiss. you couldn't help but giggle at his actions as the two of you continued kissing each other for a few more moments.

"when do you think you'll drop the news to them?" you whispered in his ear as Damian smirked, giving your stomach a quick glance, "I don't think Dick or my father can take a wedding and a pregnancy announcement from me in the same day so we can tell them in a few days," he replied back, giving you another kiss.

#damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x reader #robin imagine #robin x reader #robin #dc #dc x reader #dc imagine #batfam #comics #dc comics #dc imagines

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ahtsumu · 3 years

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long shots ; miya osamu

pairing: miya osamu x f!reader

synopsis: miya osamu is the teacher’s assistant for food chemistry i. you can’t stop thinking about him.

tag(s): college!au, slow burn, TA!miya osamu, grad student!reader, fluff, reader is a go-getter!! ; warning(s): profanity, suggestive themes, talk of insecurities and imposter syndrome ; wc: 5.6k

a/n: happy birthday to @starrysamu! i love u. pls excuse any errors. i’ll weed them out later! btw this fic is not a sugar daddy au LOL

HIS NAME IS Miya Osamu and he always looks like he has it all figured out. Comes in every class with his black hair perfectly tousled, the sleeves of his dark button-up rolled to his elbows, a cup of coffee in one hand and the strap of that black messenger bag in another.

“He drives a BMW, did ya know?” Isla says in your ear one morning. Your only friend in Food Chemistry I gives you a pointed look before sitting back in her chair in the lecture hall with a smirk on her face. “Saw it this morning. Bet he’s loaded.” The two of you watch the subject in question walk across the classroom and settle in his seat at the table in the corner.

“Shut up,” you whisper with wide eyes. A grin–– far from innocent–– makes its way onto your face. “Imagine being Miya Osamu’s sugar baby.”

“He’s not old enough to be a sugar daddy.” Isla looks at her nails disinterestedly. “And that’s too many AUs in one. He’s already the TA, for god’s sake. This isn’t some shitty Wattpad novel.”

A light giggle slips out of your lips. “I can see the title already. My Sugar Daddy is the TA?!”

Now, if anyone had been listening in on your conversation, they would’ve assumed many things about you. The first being that you’re both gold-diggers. This is untrue–– at least, in your case. Isla, you’re not so sure about, given how your friendship only goes back about one month. But she tags you in memes on Instagram so maybe it’s as real as real gets. Their second assumption would be that you have a big fat crush on your TA. That one’s complicated, mostly because it’s true, but only kinda. It all started in the second week of school when Isla caught you staring at Osamu and slipped you a post-it note with both your initials encircled in a heart. And, because you’re shameless with a good sense of humour, you made a show of kissing it while she was looking. And thus began your meaningless but incredibly entertaining, satirical, co-written fantasy about Miya Osamu.

It also didn’t help that on the first essay you got back, Isla’s paper had been marked up with “are you sure?”s and “this is a jump”s, while yours had “excellent reasoning” and “insightful analysis”. You’d even gotten a little comment at the bottom: y/n, fantastic work. you should speak up in class more often. –– OM

But Miya Osamu doesn’t play favourites because the next week you’d gotten another essay back, this time with another comment at the bottom: y/n, not your best work. you could’ve done better by connecting your first paragraph with the second using grant’s reading. conclusion lacked punch, too. all the best. –– OM

Every time you’d read the words scrawled in blue ink, you’d felt a pair of eyes on you. But you chalk it up to Osamu being a careful grader. A good TA. Someone who cares about his students.

Isla calls bullshit on that. You’re not really sure how to feel about her stance.

The classroom door opens and shuts again. You don’t have to look at your phone to know that it’s nine on the dot. Instead, you and Isla straighten your backs, pull out your notebooks, and focus. Your no-nonsense professor says “good morning” in her usual perky manner before jumping right into her keynote presentation.

“Did you all find the reading okay?” Professor Lee asks an hour into the lecture.

A chorus of “yes”s fill the air. You bite your lip, wondering if revealing that you didn’t understand shit will out you as the class idiot. Or maybe your silence is telling enough–– maybe the people in the seats beside you have noticed the grimace on your face and are having thoughts like ‘gee whiz, am I glad I’m not dumb like her’. Heat rushes to your cheeks. Sometimes you really wonder if you’re smart enough to be here. Occurrences like these do nothing to dispel your insecurities.

You vaguely hear her ask something like, “Any thoughts about the reading?” It’s not that you’re actually dumb. It’s just that this class is ridiculously hard for an introductory course, even for a graduate programme. From the start of the semester til now, fifteen people have dropped the class. There’s just twenty of you left. Guess a ridiculously hot TA can’t save a course’s drop-rate.

Before you can make your mind up on what to say, your professor moves on from her question.

As you look off to the side of the room for a break from your thoughts, you find a pair of blue-grey eyes pointed in your direction.

Everything about you, from the expression on your face to the way your muscles tense, makes you look like a deer caught in headlights–– even though he was the one caught staring in the first place. So maybe your shamelessness works on a scale.

Miya Osamu lifts one corner of his mouth.

And as if the exchange hadn’t happened at all, he looks back down at his laptop and continues typing.

The rest of the lecture goes through one ear and out the other.

“Everyone, I believe Osamu has something he wants to say,” Professor Lee says as everyone begins packing their bags.

The raven-haired TA slides out of his seat and sits on top of his desk. “Yeah.” Osamu clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest. You notice how the muscles in his arms bulge from the movement.

“Whipped,” Isla mutters, grinning mischievously.

“Him for me,” you whisper back, though your eyes do travel back to his face where they should’ve been all along. Osamu catches your gaze and holds it. And then he looks away again.

“Now, I know you’re all Nobel prizewinners in the making,” he begins, garnering a round of snickers and giggles from your classmates. Most people say that cliques dissolve in college. That there’s no such thing as popularity amongst graduate students. That much, you agree with. But no one ever said anything about popular teacher’s assistants. Especially smart, attractive, witty teacher’s assistants like Miya Osamu. “But in case you didn’t understand the reading or would like to develop a deeper understanding of it, don’t hesitate to email me. I’ll try to host a review session all of us can attend.”

Professor Lee smiles appreciatively at Osamu, adding, “That’s a wonderful idea, Osamu. Guys, please take this opportunity if you struggled with the reading. I know eighty pages is a lot, but our next three classes are structured around the concepts in the reading and the mid-term next week will almost exclusively be about it, too.”

Well, shit.

To: [email protected]

Hi Osamu,

I was wondering if I could get some help with the reading from last class. To be frank, I couldn’t make it past page 15 and I’m lost like a snot-faced five-year-old in a shopping mall on Black Friday. Sorry. Thanks in advance!

Regretfully,

Y/N

MS Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

From: [email protected]

no problem. is 5 pm tomorrow at jack’s okay? we start on the concepts from the reading next class so i want to get you up to speed asap. let me know. thanks.

PhD Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

It’s five minutes to five when you pull into the parking lot of Jack’s Diner. The shiny, retrofuturistic eatery is a university favourite but the empty parking lot tells you it’s completely deserted right now (and rightfully so–– who eats dinner before six?). The black BMW parked a few spots from your car, however, says that you’re not alone.

Osamu’s figure comes into view as you reach for the handle to the front door of Jack’s. The twenty-six-year-old sits by himself at one of the bright red tables in the back, typing away on his dark grey laptop.

His head lifts up at the sound of the opening door. Osamu calls out your name and waves you over.

“Hi,” you greet with a smile, sitting down across from him.

“Hey.”

You look around before leaning forward on the table. “Is anyone else coming?”

“No.” Osamu sits back in his seat. “I thought about hosting one big group, but then I realised that it’d probably be stressful for the staff here.” He nods his head in the direction of the kitchen. “And I had a hunch that everyone would have different questions. Forcing everyone to review concepts they already know is a waste of time.”

At first, you nod. That makes sense. But then you furrow your brows. “So how long have you been here?”

Osamu blinks. He hadn’t expected you to ask about him. “Hmm? Oh.” He taps his phone to check the time. “Just a while.”

Quirking a brow, you ask, “And how long is ‘a while’ to you?”

“Seven hours,” he admits, chuckling lightly when he sees your jaw drop. “A lot of people had questions. They just don’t act like they do. Anyway, time flies. Really, it does.” Quickly, he clears his throat and sits forward. “So, about your email.” He grins. “Not sure if you meant it to be funny, but it was.”

“I’m glad my distress was entertaining for you. Do you TA just to watch grad students suffer?”

“Perks of the job,” Osamu says. His grin widens when you giggle. He’s never heard you laugh before and he realises at that moment that it’s really nice. And then that same grin falters. Gracefully, of course, and imperceptibly to you. But not to him. Is it okay for him to be… thinking things like that? About a student? But you’re not really his student since he’s just the TA. Right? Osamu ignores the weird feeling that comes over him and clasps his hands together at the edge of his laptop. “Back to your email. Can ya tell me what you’re confused about?”

Three hours and two Impossible Burgers later, you suddenly understand everything about food molecules so well that you wonder why you’d even been confused in the first place. But besides that, you’ve also picked up things about Osamu. As a person and not an idea. Not that you’d been actively searching for fun facts about your TA. But they’d stuck to your brain like gum at the bottom of a desk. He likes to slip sarcastic quips into a conversation every now and then. Eats burgers upside down (“The right way,” as he’d said, smirking). Is friendlier than he looks.

“You’re really good at explaining things,” you comment as Osamu shuts his laptop closed.

“Well, I kinda have to be,” he says. And maybe it’s the mental fatigue catching up on him or the fact that he’s real fond of the reason why he can break big concepts down into morsels but suddenly, the rest of his thoughts spill out his mouth like wine. “I have a twin brother with potato salad for brains.”

“Oh?”

And before he can stop himself, he tells you about Miya Atsumu, the pro-athlete you’ve definitely heard of but never gave too much thought. And then you hold onto the fact that they were both on the volleyball team and you ask of which school, so then he tells you about Inarizaki, the high school he attended, and then his decision not to go pro to go to college, and then––

“Sorry,” he laughs, cheeks turning pink. “You probably didn’t need to hear all that.”

“No, it’s fine,” you say–– and you mean it. “Your life is interesting.”

Osamu leans back in his chair. “Well, I’m sure yours is, too.” He holds your gaze like it’s the key to your presence. It’s an invitation. The kind that comes from people who don’t really know if they want you around but also don’t want you gone.

You take it.

Osamu shouldn’t–– he really shouldn’t–– but he wonders about the things you didn’t tell him the entire drive home.

Isla laughs when you tell her about what happened at Jack’s. You lay in bed with your phone next to you on speaker, your face turned on your pillow so that you’re staring out the window at the city below.

“He wants you,” she sings.

“Or he was just being nice.”

“Methinks not!” Isla giggles. “He’s intrigued, girl! You’re like that cute little new mystery in his life and he just wants to get to know you.”

“I think he was just being polite.”

“Or he’s crushing on you!”

“In your dreams.”

“You mean yours? Boo, you’re no fun today. Usually, you go along with the jokes.” Isla’s tone is playful on the surface but full of implications.

A few silent seconds pass. Yeah, you think, agreeing. I do.

“Girl,” Isla drags out the word in a high pitch, saying it like a scientist says ‘eureka’. “You’re not playing along anymore because it’s real now. You're actually catching feelings!”

“Am not!” you laugh.

“The Y/N I knew would’ve said ‘nah, bitch, he’s catching feelings’ and I think that says all there is to say.”

“Okay, I think he’s cute but it’s not a crush,” you concede, grinning. “And he’s the TA, Isles. It’d never happen.”

“Not while he’s still a TA in a class you take.”

“Isla.”

“Ask him out once this semester ends! Unless you’re chicken.”

“I’m not asking him out.”

“Knew you were––”

“Have you seen me? He’s asking me out.”

Miya Osamu walks through the door at eight-fifty as usual that next morning, dressed in his usual button-up, holding his usual cup of coffee. But this time, as the rest of his tall frame passes through the doorway, Osamu’s eyes subtly scan the faces in the lecture hall, lingering for just a while over yours. The corners of your lips turn up. You hope he saw that.

“Bitch!” Isla whisper-screams. The students sitting around you turn around at the noise and grin at each other when they realise it’s just Isla being… well, Isla. She shoos them away jokingly.

“What?” you whisper back.

“Care to explain why our TA was literally eye-fucking you?”

“That was hardly eye-fucking,” you retort. “Maybe like an eye-handshake.”

“Yeah, a naked eye-handshake where his thang is handshaking your––”

He does it again the next class.

And the next.

And then he doesn’t. Miya Osamu walks through the door to Food Chemistry I at eight-fifty in the morning in a navy blue button-up with a cup of coffee in his hand and looks through the rows of seats in the lecture hall for your face, only to find it missing.

He debates pressing the matter.

To: [email protected]

hey osamu,

i wasn’t in class today because i’ve been sick with the flu (no big deal, just feel like i’m dying). a classmate sent me pictures of the slides from today so i think i should be fine, but is it okay if i email you with any questions? thank you very much!

miserably,

Y/N

MS Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

From: [email protected]

y/n,

of course. sorry to hear that you’re sick. let me know if i can do anything to help you. the midterm is next week. get well soon.

PhD Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

“You writing that the midterm is next week did not offer me any peace of mind, by the way,” you say, spinning around in your chair as Miya Osamu enters your pod in the library.

He offers you a wry grin. “Hello to ya, too.”

“Was that an accent?” You thought you’d heard one at Jack’s, but you couldn’t be sure because it’d been so spotty.

Osamu slips into the seat beside yours and pulls out the laptop in his messenger bag. You catch a whiff of his cologne–– something spicy and woody, but clean. It suits him. “Nice catch. Yeah, I speak a regional dialect. Took me a while to smooth it over but it still resurfaces every now and then.”

“Why?”

“It just didn’t seem fitting for a PhD candidate, I guess,” Osamu explains, opening the slides from the class you missed. A day after your initial exchange, you’d emailed him again (with a much clearer mind) and asked if he could go over the slides with you in person.

i literally feel like i’ve been given the homework from russian lit, you’d written. except the russian has been translated to hieroglyphs and my task is to choreograph an interpretive dance based on the hieroglyphs.

Osamu had snickered when he saw your email. that doesn’t even make sense. must be the fever talking, he’d been tempted to write. But that strange feeling had come over him again, the one that’d screamed at him to keep it professional, goddamnit, so he’d played it safe instead and sent is eight pm at the main library okay? He hates that you’re getting a watered-down version of his personality. Osamu swears he’s a lot more interesting when he’s not, well, a TA.

“I think it’s fine,” you say, smiling. “I like it. It’s you.” And suddenly, you’re wondering if it’s okay to be complimenting your TA. If it’s okay to say that you like things about him, or if that crosses some grey, unclear line. Is it weird to treat your TAs like they’re your friends? It’s not like TAs are real teachers. Right?

A grin–– wide and genuine and almost excited–– grows on Osamu’s face. He rubs the back of his neck as his eyes flit over to the laptop screen. “Thanks. Really.”

You nod. But you feel like there’s more that he might want to say, so you wait.

“I got a lot of shit for it when I came here for my master’s, y’know. Not to my face, of course, but people would refer to me as ‘the guy with the accent’. A professor once said it made me seem crass. Said it’d hold me back in my career.”

“So you changed.”

“Adapted,” Osamu corrects. “It’s hard to admit but conforming is sometimes all you can do when you don’t have the power to change the system. Can’t really make everyone suddenly respect a dialect.”

“And after you’re finished with your PhD, you’ll go back to speaking in that dialect?”

Osamu looks out the window and smiles, probably imagining the plans he’s already made about the future. “Yeah.”

“What if you have to speak the standard language at your job? Like, your boss is all, ‘hey man, if you don’t speak––”’

“I’ll be the boss.”

“Oh?”

And with a little more prodding, Miya Osamu tells you about the restaurant chain he plans on opening after graduation, the slides about food additives left completely untouched.

The librarian knocks on your pod a few minutes before eleven to tell you they’re closing.

“Shit,” Osamu murmurs, running his hands through his hair. You’re still laughing about something he’d said before the librarian interrupted him–– one of his stories from high school–– and he thinks that you’ve completely forgotten that the reason you came to the library was to catch up on the material you were already behind on. And now you’re behind on that. But you look so carefree right now and, actually, you’re very pretty and you’ve got such a good heart and it’s a lot for him to process but he knows he just wants to see you happy a while longer. So Osamu just slumps back in his chair and laughs along with you.

He says your name as his chuckles grow softer. “It’s pretty late. How’re you getting home?”

“I’ve a bike,” you reply. It’s good for the environment and is a pretty solid form of exercise if you do say so yourself. Sometimes you just don’t feel like driving.

Osamu presses his lips in a thin line. Would it be too much to offer you a ride? “I can drive you home. It’s really not safe for you to be alone outside, especially near midnight. You can get your bike tomorrow. Or I’ll get it for you.”

He drives fast. Not the unsafe fast that speed demons drive at, but the kind of fast where you know he’s got some edge to his character. You bring it up to him–– especially since it’s nighttime, for god’s sake, he could hit something–– and all he does is remind you how there are lamps as bright as the sun lining the entire road to your dorm. And the fact that you live in the least accessible dorm on campus.

“A twenty-minute drive?” he’d exclaimed when he saw the GPS monitor.

“A bunch of roads are closed for construction. It’s a ten-minute bike-ride because I can cut through campus.” And suddenly feeling a little burdensome, you’d added, “Sorry. I can still bike––”

“No.” He’d held his hand out in front of you, gesturing for you to stay in the passenger’s seat. “It’s not a bother at all.” Because it wasn’t. Osamu was… happy. Not that he’d admit that.

“So this BMW,” you start in a teasing tone.

Osamu smirks. “A gift.”

“Can I guess from who?”

“Sure.”

“Atsumu.”

His brows rise. “Colour me impressed.” He hadn’t expected you to remember anything he’d said about Atsumu. Or maybe he had but told himself otherwise to lower his hopes.

“I’m smart like that.”

He snorts. “Not if you keep distracting me and using your review time to…” hang out with me, get to know me, tell me things about you… “…goof off.”

You grimace. “Yeah. Sorry about that.”

Osamu makes a turn down a familiar street. It dawns upon you that you're ten minutes away from your dorm and suddenly you wish he’d just make the wrong turn at the next intersection so that you could talk to him some more. It can even be about the health benefits of fish or the molecular makeup of kale–– you don’t mind. You just want to be around him longer.

“I think you’re really smart,” Osamu says quietly. “I think you’re not processing the readings because you’re distracted, or just not fully applying yourself. Obviously, last class’s slides are a different thing, since you were absent. But you really are smart. I’ve seen your papers.”

You bite your lip to hide your grin, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. “Thank you.” You look out the window, too jacked on dopamine to think straight. “I think I still need you, though.”

And that innocuous little sentence floats right out your mouth into the air, settling between you like a little wedge before either of you even realise it. Neither of you says anything. You marinate in the awkwardness before stuttering out a clarification. “To, um, to explain things. Y’know, since you’re, uh, so good at… explaining things.”

Osamu clears his throat and chuckles stiffly. There’s a slightly pink tinge to his cheeks. “Thanks,” he says, looking straight ahead. He can’t even look at you. Fuck. It’s so awkward. “I’ll try to keep… explaining things.” Fuck. What does that even mean?

A few uncomfortable minutes pass in silence. The night can’t end like this, you think. It can’t when everything else had gone so well. You still have to see him for a few more months. “Did you know,” you start, catching Osamu’s attention, “that Jack’s Diner has a location in Italy?”

“Oh?” he asks, making the final turn to the street where your dorm is. He actually hadn’t.

“Yeah. I asked the owner about the chain a while back. Have you ever been to Italy?”

Osamu shakes his head. “I’ve been to Paris, though. To see a friend. He’s a chocolatier.”

Now, if Osamu had been your friend, you would’ve said something like well, let’s go to Italy together, except he’s not. He’s your TA and you’ve been reminded that enough tonight. So instead, you say, “When you open that restaurant of yours in Italy, let me know.”

“That’s gonna take a while,” he laughs. He appreciates how you said ‘when’, though. And he tucks that little bit of confidence you have in him somewhere deep in his mind so that it doesn’t get lost.

“Isn’t that just seven hours?” you shrug, grinning. Osamu’s BMW pulls up outside your dorm and parks as he marvels at what you just said. You’re amazing. You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to face your driver.

“Thank you for driving me,” you say, offering him a smile.

“Yeah,” he replies.

You stretch out your hand. With a puzzled look on his face, Osamu grabs it and shakes it. Firmly. You can’t help but notice how nice his hands are. Calloused for sure, but they feel nice.

“Goodnight, Osamu.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

He watches you jog into the building before driving away. And it’s like you’ve possessed his car or something because the smell of your shampoo and perfume is everywhere and it’s too much but it’s also not enough at the same time and he can feel your palm against his as he spins the steering wheel to make a turn and for the first time in his life he doesn’t turn on the radio to fill the silence in his car. Osamu replays everything you said in his head.

But he especially thinks about that part where you said you need him.

Weeks melt into months. You turn in essays after essays for Food Chemistry I, each coming back with detailed commentary in an all-too-familiar blue scrawl. All your other classes go well–– extremely well, actually. You might just end the semester with a 4.0 if Food Chem doesn’t fuck you over. Isla still tags you in memes on Instagram. You still tell her about everything that happens with Osamu.

Speaking of.

“That’s the wrong equation,” he says behind your ear as he settles in the seat beside you. The sound of his low voice so close to your ear sends a small shiver down your spine. “You gotta switch the hydrogens.” Osamu knocks on your skull lightly. “What’s goin’ on up in there? Ya got somethin’ on your mind?”

You laugh and elbow him in the side. “Shut up, ‘Samu.” He’d told you during one of his office hours that he’d gone by that nickname because he had a teammate with a foreign name in high school. It sounded so cool, he’d said, grinning.

I think Osamu sounds pretty cool already, you’d teased.

And he’d replied, Let’s trade. I like yours, you like mine, why not share?

You teeter on the line between friends and less-than-friends and, oddly enough, more-than-friends. Sometimes you still play it safe. Sometimes he pauses between texts and real-time conversations, no doubt to scrap an instinctive reply for something more “professional”. Sometimes you say things that make him look at you with the ghost of a smile at the corners of his lips. Sometimes he calls Atsumu to scream about you.

“S’not a no,” Osamu points out. He’s dressed in a black sweater and grey trousers today. You’re suddenly reminded of how the weather’s been getting colder when someone opens the door to the university café and lets in a gust of chilly autumn air.

“Okay,” you admit, setting down the pencil. “I just… don’t really feel prepared for this next test.”

Osamu frowns and looks down at your worksheet. “Your process is correct, though.”

“Right, but… I don’t know. I’ve just not been feeling great about myself lately,” you laugh, looking down at your feet. “Food Chem’s the toughest class I’ve ever taken. And remember how I completely embarrassed myself in that class discussion last week? It’s not really making me feel like I belong here.”

“Imposter syndrome,” Osamu remarks.

“Correct-o.”

He says your name softly and puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Maybe you’re not the smartest, but you’re definitely smart. And you belong here. I’ve seen your papers. They’re just as great as anyone else’s and I don’t hand out compliments for nothin’. You’re gonna do some great things but ya can’t improve if you ever give up.” Osamu searches your eyes for a sign of your understanding.

There’re a lot of things you want to say but you don’t know how to put them into words. “Can I hug you?” you finally ask.

Osamu doesn’t even think about it. “Of course.”

He feels you smile against his chest and wonders if you can feel his heart beat faster.

Isla camps out in your dorm as finals come around the corner.

“I don’t understand shit!” she wails, throwing her notebook into the air.

“Isles, it’s okay,” you laugh, slipping out of your chair and walking over to her nest in the corner. “You gotta chill, dude.”

“Not fair! I didn’t have a hunk holding my hand through this course all semester,” she retorts, humour glittering in her dark eyes. “I had the Organic Chemistry Tutor and his accent’s cute enough but, girl, you had Miya Fucking Osamu!”

“You’re literally the worst.” You giggle and sit down beside her. “Tell me what you’re confused about. I’ll try to explain it to you.” The way Osamu does.

You text him that you’d channelled his brains later that night.

His reply comes seconds later. all you, einstein.

From: osamu

good luck on the exam

you’re going to kill it

To: osamu

would u like to divulge any… information about it? 😏 😏 😏

From: osamu

bye

To: osamu

i was kidding :(

From: osamu

fine. tip #1: write your name

To: osamu

not very helpful. 0/10

From: osamu

keep running your mouth and 0/10 is what your score’s going to be

i’m kidding

you got this, y/n

“Holy fuck,” Isla groans as you cross the street to head to lunch at Jack’s. “If you don’t see me next semester it’s because I’ve gotten my grade back and decided to drop out.”

“What would you do?” you ask, amused.

“Maybe move to New Zealand. Raise some sheep. Marry a hot, blond shepherd and fuck off to a cliffside cottage.”

“Solid plan.”

“What about you?” she asks.

“What about me?”

“Remember that conversation we had at the start of the year? About your man?” The two of you reach another red light for pedestrians.

“We’re friends. He’s not my man,” you laugh. Though it pains you to. Something about being Miya Osamu’s friend doesn’t really sit right with you, but you don’t know how to not be his friend. You don’t know how to move out of the corner you’ve backed yourself into.

“But you wish he were! And now you can finally hit him with that ‘Hey, Osamu, I’ve been madly in love with you since the start of the semester, wanna fuck like rabbits and then open that store in Italy?’ and he’ll be all––”

A throat clears behind you. With wide eyes, the two of you turn around.

Holy fuck.

Miya Osamu stands behind you with his hands in his pockets and an enormous smirk on his face.

“He’ll be all what?” he asks, eyes fixed on you.

Isla murmurs an excuse and starts walking on her own to Jack’s.

“Um.” You swallow nervously and shrink in your coat. “You heard all of that, right?”

“Yep.” Osamu grins. He grins. He’s grinning. He’s smiling like he’s won the fucking lottery and you honestly don’t know what to do with that information.

“So, like,” you look down at the sidewalk and kick at a pebble, “what are your thoughts about that?” God, you could die. “‘Cause I know you’re a TA and it’d probably look pretty bad and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you because I like you and it’s cool if we just…”

Osamu interrupts you with a laugh. “My thoughts,” he says, “are that I want to kiss you.” His fingers lift your chin up. “What are your thoughts about that?”

Well, shit. “I think that’s pretty cool, yeah,” you breathe, eyelids fluttering shut as his face comes closer to yours.

He tastes like mint. And his lips move softly, slowly against yours like he’s savouring the moment. And then you feel his hands snake around your waist to pull you closer–– closer because you both are tired of forcing the distance between bodies that want to be near each other, closer because he’s thought about kissing you just like this for so long, closer because you remember the last time he’d touched you was three days ago and it was just a brush of his fingers against your arm and that feeling of wanting more haunted you for the entire night. But holy shit, Miya Osamu is kissing you. He’s kissing you.

And then he pulls away. His dark eyes flit over yours. “I,” he breathes, “I need your course load next semester.”

“What?” you ask, disbelief written all over your features, chest rising and falling as you try to steady your breathing. You just kissed, for God's sake, and he's––

“I need to know which courses not to apply to TA for,” he grins, cupping your face in his hands. “Can’t be teachin’ in a class with my girlfriend as a student.”

“So we’re official?” you ask, beaming.

“If you want,” Osamu replies with a smirk.

You grab the front of his coat and tug him down for another kiss. “Hell yeah, I want to be official.”

#miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu scenarios #miya osamu imagines

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In most cases when you venture into an anti's profile after they've spewed some nonsense about how shipping fictional characters is supporting ab*se and gr*oming, they're a teenager and you're like well, at least this poor child's brain hasn't fully developped yet so that's something, but when in some cases it says 22 yo or 23 yo on there and you want to fling yourself into the sun, this new wave American centralized puritanism is gonna send back to the 1800s, this time by the hands of women.

As someone who's been in and out of this fandom since 2015, the shifting landscape of the fanbase has been fascinating to watch.

After the trilogy was published, Darklina was the most popular ship (called 'Alarkling' back then and I honestly have no idea why we picked such an unwieldy ship name lmao). Tumblr was much more active because this was before the Infamous Purge of 2018 and most of the fanbase was concentrated here instead of spread out across multiple platforms like it is today.

Mal hate was rampant. After Darklina, the most popular ship was Nikolina (this being before the duology paired him with Zoya) and/or shipping Alina with nobody. There were like max 4 people unironically shipping Mal with Alina, and usually those people were multi-shippers who shipped Alina with everybody. Most fanfics would either pretend he didn't even exist or would include him just to shit on him or kill him off. People would go and edit his wiki page on the Grishaverse wiki to remind people what an asshat he was and I'd be lying if I said this didn't have me in tears of laughter.

The amount of fan art, fanfic, fan edits, fan content about Mal x Alina was embarrassingly low. You could be forgiven for not even realizing he was supposed to be the main love interest based on fandom engagement alone.

The fact that the vast majority of the fandom hated Mal because of how much he reminded us of your run-of-the-mill garden variety toxic fuckboy (at best) was incredibly validating. We didn't fall for the author's failed attempts of excusing his bullshit. We kind of just made our own fanon and ran with it.

Six of Crows got published and while their fandom was much larger than Shadow & Bone, there wasn't a whole lot of overlap in the fanbase. A lot of SoC fans didn't even realize S&B existed at the time since it wasn't prerequisite reading to enter the Grishaverse. Also, SoC was obviously better written and tightly plotted so anyone who went back to read the original trilogy was going to be in for a surprise with the massive drop in writing quality.

Then the Tumblr purge happened and the fandom just kind of died off. This wasn't just something that affected S&B, however. A lot of users migrated to Twitter or just left Tumblr for good. I actually don't even know too much about the fandom history from 2018-2020 because I also left around this time (for other unrelated reasons).

Someone else might be able to fill in the details here but what I *imagine* happened is that the Darklina fandom kind of died off post-Tumblr purge as did a lot of fandoms at the time. Leigh published KoS in which she created a parody cult of Darklina fans and used her heroes as mouthpieces for her anti-Darklina agenda because she was pissed 3/4 of the fandom hated M*l and were shipping Alina with the villain out of pure spite and her terrible writing choices.

A new generation of fans entered the fandom through either Tumblr, Twitter, BookTube or TikTok and saw the chaotic mess of rampant Darkling simping and indiscriminate Mal hate that we left in our wake and then reacted to that. So now new fans starting unironically shipping Alina with Mal out of spite for the original fans who blatantly didn't and probably felt emboldened by the author herself immaturely reacting to her own fanbase and painting us as stupid cult members who read her book wrong.

And thus began the era of the Darkling antis (a phrase that 2016 would have absolutely clowned at) who, like the author, think anyone who ships Alina with the Darkling is an abuse apologist and is somehow too stupid to see his ~evil~ villainy and need to be reminded via anon hate about how dumb we are 🤡

Is it also a coincidence that people are turning around and claiming any critique of the sexist ending of R&R is now itself sexist? Is it a coincidence that new fans are willing take the author's excuses for Mal's shitty behavior? Is it a coincidence that antis are running around and calling Darklina shippers "racist" because...the Netflix adaptation racelifted the characters and they will jump on any half-baked excuse to harass shippers? ☕

#cw: abuse #fandom history #aka a post literally no one asked for but i couldn't help myself #all the old shippers are gone or are barely active FML #cw: grooming

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For your omegaverse request, mayhaps an alpha!aizawa or alpha!shinsou x virgin!omega!reader? 👀

A/N: OKAY OKAY I SEE YOU. Listen... Alpha Shinsou has me feeling things. That might just be the bottom talking, but it's a fact. Thank you for this Anon, really.

[ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+]

I ended up closing it at a close point!! I'm not sure if you all would want a part 2? Let me know!!

Pairing: Alpha!Shinsou x Omega!F!Reader.

Warnings: 18+ Content, Omegaverse, Dumbification, Not quite Smut but pretty close.

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"Mirio, I'm begging you-" you pleaded over the phone, tears gathering in your eyes as the pain in your gut began to increase tenfold.

The younger girl next to you noticed the pain you were going through, and hugged you as you spoke to her trusted friend.

"I can't, Y/n. I already told you I'm about an hour away with Tamaki and Nejire. I'm sure Shinsou or Izuku would be able to pick up little Eri." His cheery voice had you boiling with anger.

"I already texted Shinsou and he hasn't replied, no surprise there. He hates me." You huffed, looking at Eri and giving her a smile as you tried to hide your discomfort.

"Plus he's an Alpha! It would be awful, Mirio." You felt your face heat up at the thought of you pouncing on Shinsou when he least expected it.

Could it be that bad though?

No. What are you thinking?! Shinsou is a annoying, lazy, man whore who sleeps around with as many women as he wants.

He is trouble, and you wonder where your father went wrong in training him.

Throughout high school, Shinsou seemed to be a laid back and nice guy. You actually became close when he joined your class, after Denki harassed him to be friends, of course.

You had grown accustomed to him coming over for dinner and training late with Aizawa, you'd have to spend late nights with Eri and make sure she went to bed on time and such.

As your third year started coming to an end, you had to keep your distance.

It upset you greatly, it really wasn't your choice but Aizawa had asked you to keep away from his golden boy.

That's when Hitoshi became the rude asshole he is now, when you tried to make amends at the graduation party, he told you to stay away.

He told you that you completely repulsed him and he wanted nothing to do with you.

It hurt.

You only kept in contact for Eri's sake, over a year has passed since that day but his words still break your heart.

"Whatever..." you sighed, "I'll call Deku. I'll see you tomorrow." You didn't give the happy go lucky blond a chance before you hung up and called Izuku.

"Hello?" You could tell he was smiling by the way he spoke, it was just so easy to tell with him. "Hey Izuku! Listen, I'm in a lot of pain right now and I really need someone to come get Eri. Is there any way you or Uraraka could come get her?" You crossed your fingers in hope as you held your breath.

"Of course! But are you okay? Did something happen?" The worry in his voice made you frown, he was always such a caring friend.

"I just... I ran out of suppressants. I've been so busy that I lost track and now I'm in a bit of a bind." You gripped your stomach as your emerald haired friend agreed to come pick up your sister.

You thanked him over and over again as you ended the call and grabbed Eri's hand, walking her to her room so she could grab some stuff to go.

It didn't take long for Izuku to show up on your doorstep, he had a happy smile that quickly dissapeared when he caught a bit of your scent.

"Oh no, that's really really potent. Are you going to be okay?" He gave you a worried smile, you just shrugged feeling yet another sharp pain in your lower belly.

"I'll just let it run it's course, I've never really been through this before and I don't know what to expect..." you frowned, immediately perking up at the sudden urge you felt to barricade yourself away in your room.

You leaned down and gave Eri a forehead kiss before ushering her out the door and saying your goodbyes, as soon as you shut the door, all hell had broken loose.

It was like floodgates as your body began to burn, immediately you tore at the shirt on your back, peeling it off your sweating skin as you began to pant.

Circling around your livingroom, you slid off the sweatpants you were wearing along with the underwear. Looking down, slick was keeping the fabric close to your cunt as you whined, pulling it away and watching the stringy white substance keeping you connected.

Throwing them to the side of wherever in your house, you wobbled your way into the kitchen to grab a ice pack or two to help keep your body temperature down.

Just as you opened your freezer, and reached for the blue gel packs, the doorbell rang and you froze in place feeling more heat course through your veins.

That scent.

It smelled so good.

Your eyes felt glossy as you shifted uncomfortably, feeling in a bit of a haze as you stumbled to the door, only a bit embarrassed at the lack of clothing.

"Y-yes?" You called out, pressing your ear to the door. The deep grumble that you heard had suddenly set your heart and cunt on fire.

Oh no, this was bad.

Really bad.

"Izuku told me everything, I came by to bring some medication and stuff." The deep voice huffed, making you feel a bit angry at the sudden flood of emotions.

"Piss off Hitoshi! You couldn't even fucking answer when I needed you to come get Eri!" You scrunched up your nose with distaste, feeling another wave of slick gush down your thighs.

You pressed them together, letting out a long mixture of a moan and a whine. You swore you heard Shinsou curse outside your door.

"Y/n. Just open the damned door." He demanded, the tone of his voice released something in you as you felt like you were floating. You couldn't control yourself as you unlocked the latch, stepping behind the door as you opened it to reveal the glorious Alpha you wanted for years.

He was gorgeous.

His lilac hair was a mess, but you always just wanted to run your fingers through it and pull at the roots. His scruff was barely there but still present, and it made your stomach tighten with how well it fit his rugged looks.

He was tall, broad, and muscular.

He was a top Alpha.

"I don't want you here." You lied, ignoring your animalistic instincts to just latch onto the tall man. "That's bullshit, I can smell when you lie. Your pheromones decrease a little." You froze at the words as he pushed the door open, not even sparing you a glance as he strutted through your apartment.

"Hey! Get out and d-don't look at me!" You growled, growing frustrated with this seemingly incompetent and arrogant asshole.

"I don't want to look at you, trust me." His words stung you a bit as you watched his face grow with disgust as he spotted the clothes you tore away from your heated skin. He kicked them a bit with his black boot, suddenly you could hear his heart rate increase as he spotted a certain cloth.

It was still soaked, covered in so much slick, he couldn't help but let out a shaky breath as his jeans suddenly felt tight around his groin.

You had let out another pained cry as your cunt throbbed, your hand immediately reaching down to the area to subside the pain. It was supposed to be innocent in hindsight, only your instincts kicked im at the sudden warmth of your fingers.

In a haze, your body moved on its own. Slick began to coat your digits as you dragged them up and down your folds, shuddering as they grazed your clit.

"Fuck-" you breathed out, eyes rolling in the back of your head as Hitoshi turned around to catch you in the act.

You expected a look of disgust, or at least a slough of harsh words to pour from his lips. Instead, nothing came. Only a small smirk as his bold eyes stared you down.

"Toshi..." You mumbled, keeping eye contact as you continued to rub tight circles into your clit. The man only growled, tilting his head as he visibly had conflict with himself.

Shinsou was trying to fight his feral side, trying to calm down the Alpha inside of him as he only felt his cock stiffen even more.

"Fuck it." He mumbled, giving you exactly ome second to take im his words before he grabbed you.

"Fucking Omega's." He grumbled, ignoring your cry of surprise as he threw you over his shoulder.

"I hope you know that I am not going to stop, no matter how much you beg. You wanna act like a bitch in heat? Then I'll stuff you full of my pups like the slut you are."

#my hero fanfic #my hero imagines #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader smut #shinsou x reader

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