#thank fuck the call ended but like that just left me w such a gross feeling i can’t fawkin STAND these weirdo people jesus christ.
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dude the lino fancall vid i just saw. far be it from me to tell anyone what to do but you can’t convince me these things are normal i can never agree with their existence but that’s another topic i just have to say congratulations to him for keeping a straight face bc if it were me i would fucking snap i’d turn the fancall off fuck my career and fuck these people . GOD
#context girl asked him for his best flirting/pickup lines and then he said whatever the fawk idr and in their next breath they said ‘and#what do you say to han most often?’ …girl that would have me seeing red he was like [big huge boba eyes] [slow blink] ‘to… Han?’ and then#thank fuck the call ended but like that just left me w such a gross feeling i can’t fawkin STAND these weirdo people jesus christ.
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omg you're taking requests!!! im way too obsessed w/ the thought of enemies-to-lovers Sangyeon ESPECIALLY if he's the one that ended up simping over you too much 😵💫 smut bcos I won't accept anything else (1/2 jk) congrats on the 1k followers!! YOU DESERVE IT
Thank you so much my darling and I hope you like it😋
Enemies To Lovers with Sangyeon:
cw - smut, whipped sangsang, but he’s also a pain in the ass, Sangyeon likes to be degraded by you, messy quick fuck that scrambles your hole, he has a strength kink.
Unlike my previous statement suggests, Sangyeon is not the only pain in the ass
You are a pain in his ass and his head too
Double kill!!!!
Both of you are COMPETITIVE competitive
You know each other through a mutual friend, lets say Jacob, the angel who just wants you to get along
And because Jacob adores you both
You get invited to the same activities a lot
But the same friend is also the reason you become enemies because???
“I’M THE FAVOURITE”
“NO ITS ME. IM THE FAVOURITE”
“YOU DONT EVEN KNOW JACOB’S FAVOURITE PORN TYPE!”
“YOU DONT KNOW THE SOUND OF HIS RETCHING WHEN HE’S HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK!!”
Yeah.
You both always try to one up each other
Out drinking at a bar becomes riling each other up over who can down more shots without chasers
Playing basketball turns into pushing each other until your sides are bruised
Even the gym isn’t left alone as you both fight over who has more muscles and can bench press more
Movie nights have you quarrelling over your apparent shit tastes in entertainment
“You text like an ancient relic”
“At least people look forward to seeing ancient relics, you midseason allergy”
He talks a lot of shit for someone who’s becoming more and more impressed by the same competitiveness that used to tick him off before
One day you’re working in the kitchen and he comes in to get some juice or whatever
And you call him a mouthbreather out of nowhere
But instead of coming back with a “That insult went out of fashion in the 1900’s just like your chopping skills,”
He just laughs
Yk that heart, very Sangyeon-like laugh?
Yeah that one
And its so fuckin out if the ordinary that you spin around to face him
“Why are you laughing?”
“Cute,”
And thats the only thing he says
And it irritates the hell out of you
“What do you mean cute you gross piece of shit,”
And he’s just staring at you all starry eyed
“Did you get hit by a bus? I’m sure your last braincell died because you’re looking at me like a dead fish”
Notice how long the insult was??
Its because you were trying to hide how furiously your cheeks heated up at a single word
Cute. Who the fuck does he think he is? He probably meant it as an insult… so he thinks he’s better than me? This huge piece of horseshit!
This entire monologue goes on inside your head as your anger keeps overcoming your fluttery heart and Sangyeon stares at you like he just got an epiphany that yeah you’re the most adorable boiling pot he’s ever seen in his life
He giggles again and you break out of your stupor
“What are you laughing at?” You snap
He would lean against the fridge and you’d take it as a challenge
Striding towards him with purpose
You’d push him flat against the fridge and he lets himself be shoved
“Never call me cute again you fuckface,”
He’s looking at you with heart eyes
You don’t know but he’s been thinking about it hard lately
Thinking about when he started getting less angry at your bitchy attitude
And started following you around like a lovesick puppy provoking you so he can enjoy your furious eyes send daggers his way
Mans has a zero thoughts, head empty kinda moment
Caught up with your forearm pushing his neck into the huge food container machine
He swallows his inhibitions and kisses you
Mouth to mouth
It ends in a flash
But you feel the weight of his lips against yours so well
“What the fuck is wrong with you today how dare you kiss me-“
To the surprise of all the stars in the sky and Sangyeon and you yourself, you cut your own self off
By pulling his collar and kissing him properly
You tug at his lips with your teeth as you pull him to crowd you against the counter
You jump on it yourself
“You’re so useless,”
Sangyeon grinds his chubbed up cock in between your open legs caging him in
Your nails scratch his pelvis as you messily try to get his cock out of his sweats
And he quickly gets your lower half naked
He has no time at the glorious image displayed for his eyes to stare at unfortunately
Because you’re hooking your legs over his arms, scooting over the edge and dragging his cock to your hole
His huge cock
His damn thickness
You make sure trace the outside of your entrance with his massive cock to tease him🫶🏼
And then you shove it in yourself
You try to set the pace too by holding his waist and pulling him to you
But something snaps in him
And he grabs the back of your thighs
Pushing them all the way back to fold you like a pretzel
And sets a brutal pace enough to bruise your insides
His cock shoves roughly into you, uncaring of your quickly bruising skin
His balls would slap so hard against your skin that he would actually consider going slow
But the way you’re panting and groaning into his chest makes him rethink
It wouldn’t be too far off to imagine him sliding you off the counter at one point and bouncing you ok his cock mid air
He likes having you lose control like this
No matter how much he likes getting degraded by you as well
Your orgasm hits you hard and explodes all over his shirt
And he shoves you to the counter, back pressed flat against against it
His hands on your chest keeping you pressed there as he ruts into you like crazy and empties himself on your abdomen.
“I guess this is one way to get along,”
Poor Jacob
But you do get along after that
Because when Sangyeon confessed that he’s started to like you a lot
Your rolling eyes couldn’t do jack shit to hide your smile
Even if you promise yourself you don’t feel the same way
You too start liking his annoying banter a few after-sex cuddling sessions later
#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Adonis Speaks#the boyz imagines#sangyeon smut#Sangyeon scenarios#the boyz smut#Sangyeon hard hours#the boyz scenarios#the boyz hard hours#tbz smut#tbz scenarios#tbz hard hours
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@weirdnatasha and @believesinponds wanted to know if Pru Callahan ever ran into Izzy again as an adult.
There was a long wait at the passport office. Pru had made an appointment and figured that that meant there’d be some order to the whole thing, but instead, she’d been standing around for a half an hour with no end in sight. Annoyed, she searched the benches again for a place to sit and finally found an empty space. It wasn’t very big, but neither was she.
She moved down the row and said to the lady in a fluffy mink coat with her purse on the bench, “Excuse me, would you mind if I took a seat?”
The lady didn’t look up from her phone, didn’t acknowledge Pru at all. Someone snorted. The man on the other side. He glanced up at Pru and the unresponsive woman, gave her a sympathetic eye roll and moved the few inches of bench he had left to make room for her.
She hadn’t addressed him first for good reason. He looked like the type of guy that would be unreasonable just for the hell of it, ancient black leather jacket, fading face tattoo, wire rim reading glasses and mostly silver hair raked back away from his face. Like he’d maybe got out of prison yesterday. Pru had maybe ignored the spot for just that reason until her feet started to ache.
But he’d moved for her and she wasn’t going to ignore that. With a soft ‘thanks’, she sat down and sighed.
“No problem,” he said hoarsely and when his eyes went down, it wasn't a phone, but a book.
Pru didn’t read much, but the idea of a book appealed right now. She had her phone in hand, but if she looked at it, she’d have to check her email and she wasn’t in the mood to deal with her current client, who’s specification changed hour to hour. It was maddening. Instead, she wanted to think about this summer when she and Patrick would go to London, a week-long vacation that would take her out of the country for the first time in many years.
The woman beside her reached for something in her purse, knocking her elbow into Pru. She grabbed the bench to keep from colliding with the man beside her, but still managed to knock her shoulder to his.
“Sorry,” she sighed.
“Don’t be,” the man glared not at her, but at the woman beside her. “She’s being a fucking asshole.”
The language made Pru’s nose wrinkle a little, but she had to give a brief nod of acknowledgement. In the shift, the cover of the book became more evident and she was surprised to recognize it.
“My boyfriend’s daughter read that one,” she blurted, then flushed. There was no way this guy wanted to be compared to an adolescent girl. “She liked it, I think.”
“Got decent taste,” the man said, apparently unperturbed. “It’s not bad.”
“Is it scary?”
The man made a soft snorting sound, “Certainly trying to be.”
“She had a nightmare and I wasn’t sure- well. Patrick always says she’s allowed to read what she likes, but I worry.”
“The kid I got this from always says there are scarier things in high school every day than in his books,” the man said and Pru heard fondness there.
“Hailey is still in middle school, but I guess that can be scary too.”
“Way I remember it,” the man agreed and turned a page, probably trying to signal an end to the conversation.
Pru accepted that. She opened her purse and rustled around a little, picking out old receipts and things that she could throw out, finding a stray advil that was more fuzz than pill. Gross. She should probably do this more often.
“Israel Hands?” Someone called from the front. The man beside her got to his feet.
It had been twenty years and if you had asked Pru an hour ago what Faith’s thug boyfriend’s name had been, she wouldn’t have been able to answer with a gun to her head. He’d just been a face in the hallway, a sneer and a curdled curse in her father’s mouth.
But hearing it said rang down through the years and she could hear, for the first time in a long time, her sister’s voice clear as a bell. The breathy way she’d always said ‘Israel’ like she could hardly contain it in her mouth, the defiant way she’d hurled it at their parents like a shield.
“No way,” Pru breathed out, but he was already standing at a window, talking with someone.
She stared at him, heart thumping. The last time she’d seen him had been the day he had come up to her in the halls and demanded the ring from her finger. She hadn’t wanted to give up the pretty delicate band. Her friends had been so nice about everything, fawning over her and resting her like a fragile thing in the days after her sister’s death. Pru had taken the ring from a tray set beside the body when they went to the funeral home.
It had been the first dead body she’d ever seen. She’d had to sit through a wake like that, twisting the ring around and around her finger. The thing in the coffin wasn’t her sister, not least because their mother had chosen some dress Pru had never seen her wear, a floral thing and her face had been painted with more makeup than Faith ever actually wore.
They’d fought and spat at each other, barely tolerant of each other’s presence, but they had also held hands in the dark and Faith had stood in front of Pru more than once, trembling as she did it, but holding firm.
And he’d just shown up and taken that small bit of her sister away from her. Pru watched him talk to the clerk. Who was he now? A man reading a book with glasses that he’d now tucked away.
Ancient bitter rage howled in her, warring against her sensible nature.
When he finished and the next name was called, Pru got to her feet and gave away her spot. She followed him out of the passport office and he seemed to know it, turning to her as soon as they were both out on the sidewalk.
“Did you go to Roosevelt?” She demanded, surprised by her own vehemence.
“About a hundred years ago,” he said warily. “Why?”
“You don’t remember me. No, of course you don’t,” she stood straighter. “My name is-”
“Prudence,” he said softly. “Jesus fuck, Pru. I thought you looked familiar.”
“I didn’t know it was you until I heard your name,” she said stiffly. “Listen. I don’t- I’m not sure what I want to say to you.”
He took a step toward the building bringing them out of the flow of foot traffic. She stepped with him. He didn’t rush her, didn’t ask a thing. Just waited for her, hands in his pockets.
“You- I was really angry back then. The way you took her ring from me. I didn’t have anything of hers left. They tossed it all, except that and her boots.”
“Didn’t know that,” Israel frowned. “Tracks though.”
“You could’ve let me had that.”
“No,” he shook his head. “I couldn’t. It was my ring to her.”
“It was?”
But as soon as the question was asked, it was answered. Of course it was. Their parents were handing out jewelry and Faith’s money was carefully saved. Pru had tried stealing a five once and Faith had noticed within hours. Instead of fighting, Faith had just coldly told her to return it and then hidden it so well that Pru didn’t find it again for months.
“Promise ring. We were going to get married.”
“She never-” Pru cut herself off. Of course Faith hadn’t told her. They hadn’t been each other’s confidantes.
“That was the plan.” And then he reached into his collar and Pru watched confused until he tugged loose a chain and there it was.
“You still have it?” Her anger melted away. She took a step closer and he let her though he watched her warily.
It was Faith’s ring. It had to be. It looked too tiny for any reasonable adult hand. Her sister had always been small. Frail. As if death had just been circling, waiting for her to fall.
“Never took it off,” he confirmed and then it was gone again. A card appeared, white and classy. She hadn’t seen a business card in years. “I’ve got to run and you’re going to miss your appointment. You want to talk, you call.”
She took the card bemused and watched him walk away. He had to be over fifty by now, decades away from the guy she’d usually heard referred to as ‘That Fucking Psycho that Your Sister Dates’.
She went back into the passport office and sat back down next to the women in the fur coat.
“Sorry,” the lady glanced up and moved her purse.
“Thank you,” Pru said numbly.
What kind of business did an ex-thug boyfriend with a face tattoo do? Pru held up the card and her breath caught in her throat.
Callahan Investigations
There was a website and she brought it up on her phone. It was simple, probably put together on one of those services where you could drag and drop things. There were three photos on the site, Izzy in a suit, with a list of qualifications. A younger person with sharp eyes, sitting on the edge of a glass desk. ‘Jim Jiminez’ apparently and an even younger person with one of those androgynous haircuts and a disconcertingly sunny smile compared to the other two ‘Read’ was the only name given.
None of them said Callahan.
He still wore her ring.
Faith had been gone since before the turn of the millennium.
Pru’s eyes stung. All these years, she’d assumed she was the only one carrying Faith’s memory. As far as Pru knew, their parents pretended that she’d never even been born until the day they died and whatever friends Faith had, hadn’t even made it to the graveside and after vague ‘sorrys’ in her direction, disappeared entirely.
“Prudence Callahan?” The agent called and Pru got to her feet.
She went through motions of bureaucracy and was grateful that she didn’t need to smile for a photo.
When she got home, Jenny was making something in the kitchen which would either be amazing or a burnt, no in between.
“That took ages,” Jenny said into a pot in the stove. “Told you should’ve gotten it started online.”
“You were right,” Pru told her and sat down heavily at the table.
“Woah, hey, what happened?”
“I saw a ghost today.”
It would take weeks before she could work herself up to send an email. She kept it bland enough. He agreed to meet her for coffee. She tapped the boots on the way out the door, too hot today to wear them, then paused.
“You were loved, girlie,” she said softly to those boots. “Hope you know that. I’m going to go say hi to your boyfriend.”
The boots said nothing back. The ring probably wouldn’t either. But Israel Hands could still talk and Pru would get memories from him that she could lock in her heart beside two girls holding hands in the dark.
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This fic is a part two to my last fic and I didn't copy and paste this and do corrections first I'm kinda just diving straight into writing so if it sucks srry B) ALSO THIS STORY HAS S3LF H@RM/P3D0PHILIA AND OVER ALL IS JUST GROSS SO IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THAT GTFO thx xoxo ;3
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Your name is Jake English and you've just got back from a wild adventure and you've just gotten back to the island you call home you've brought back things from your journey to show your Granddaughter Jade!you haven't seen her in quite a while so you'd say it would be nice to drop in to see how she's doing :)
( you open the door to smell rotted plants and food and also blood? )
Jake: J-Jade? jade! hello are you home? I've looked all over this island I know where you are!!.. jade.?
Bec: RUFF!!
Jake: Bec! oh boy I haven't seen you in a while do you know where jade is..? my! Bec your very skinny..
Jake:Jade.. come on now dear this isn't funny..
( He notices the portal with dried blood and a box cutter laying on the floor )
Jake:JADE COME ON I'M NOT PLAYING THIS FU- THIS- GAME-.. COME OUT NOW, I HATE RAISING MY VOICE AROUND YOU.
Jake: ... that's a portal she- she left. oh my god she's probably fucking dead thanks to you.. how did she even manage to make this? ...
she's gone.
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Your name is Dirk Strider and your brother as always is in his room, you've already got what you wanted from him. You've been wondering lately about your old friends and where they ended up in life but there all over the place the last time you checked in Jake lived on an island in the middle of nowhere with his new grandkid.. he really just left his real kids behind and never came back poor Joey and Jude but what can I say, none of them would even wanna be around me if they knew what me and dave do, no what I do.
( Authors note: this part was just so you could get an idea of that all the Alpha kids where friend and played SBurb together!)
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Your name is Jade Harley and you've been here in Aterina for about two months now with a troll boy named Karkat Vantas a mutant blood troll hiding from the government, you've learned so much in the amount of time that you have been here but you miss home you miss your family and what if your Grandpa came back poor guy probably would die trying to start that old portal to work again, from what you know Karkat has one to but you have no reason to use it but now you want to, your going to ask him if you can leave..
Jade: Karkat?..
Karkat: YES? IS THERE SOMETHING YOU NEED JADE?
Jade:Well I've been thinking about going home.. by using your portal?
Karkat: WHAT?? I MEAN YOUR FREE TO GO BUT WOW JADE REALLY YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WALKING OUT ON ME AFTER I GIVE YOU ALL THAT YOU WANT? JEEZ I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY WE'RE DATING.
Jade: I- I mean. no I'm sorry I don't wanna leave I swear that was stupid I'm sorry-
Karkat: GOOD THAT WAS STRANGE OF YOU, HM I REALLY THOUGHT YOU LIKED ME SO I'M GLAD YOUR STAYING TO PROVE IT JADE
Jade: yeah.. :(
( your going to use that portal tonight, you can't do this anymore you thought having a boyfriend would be nice huh? nope he just makes you feel bad all the time, fuck this, but then at the same time you feel bad for doing so. )
/ it's like 10:47 now so Karkat is asleep Jade sneaks out to the portal with a knife since the last time she used it, it reacted to blood.. she gets ready to slit her wrist once more until the portal starts to glow /
Jake:fuck.. did this work w- where am i.. J- JADE!
Jade: GRANDPA!! OH MY GOD, WHERE WERE YOU! :(
Jake: No. Jade where were you. Bec is dead now thanks to you he's dead all the plants are overgrown the food has rotted was this your way of rebelling you know I would have come back an-
Jade: NO YOU WOULDN'T HAVE IT WAS A YEAR THAT YOU WERE GONE I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD, SO NO I DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE!!
Jake: Jade..-
Karkat: HEY!, JADE WHO THE FUCK IS THIS? ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?
( Jade hops onto the portal w/ her grandpa cutting her wrist letting out a sharp breath green light starts to flicker from the portal.. )
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???: F-FUCK JADE?
Jade: DAVE?
Jake: WHO'S DAVE?
Dirk:hey dave what was that~? JAKE. HOLY SHI- ( Dirk slips over a bottle on the floor )
Jake: DIRK!OLD FRIEND!!! OH MY GOD
Dirk: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S YOU JAKE YOUR THE SAME AS I REMEMBER!
( After a while of explaining well Jade and Dave talk in Dave's room )
Dirk:.. woah.
Jake: yep.. so anyways you really haven't changed have you? Still wearing those stupid glasses..
Dirk: they may be stupid but atleast I'm not A BOTTOM!!!!
Jake: SHUT- THERE ARE KIDS HERE DIRK! AND I'M NOT A BO-
Dirk: really.? last time I checked you where whimpering when we-
Jade: ...
Dirk: ...
Jake: ...
/ The next day.. /
Dave: So anyone hear those weird noises last night? ( he looks at Dirk )
Jake:you heard that.
Dirk: oh my go- just shut up and eat dave.
/ after breakfast Jake and Dave go outside to the roof of their apartment to check out the portal leaving only Jade and Dirk.. /
Dirk: so.. do you wanna check out the house?
Jade:ok! :D
Dirk: so here's Daves room.. you can go sit down if you want?
Jade: So.. ( she notices dave's blood stained blanket s and wet pillows.. ) maybe I should go see Grandpa is doing..
( Dirk locks the door )
Dirk: No. your gonna stay here.
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WOW WOAH THANKS FOR READING THE END OF CHAPTER 2 THIS WAS KINDA SHORT BUT IDC!!
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gross/scary under the cut !
so today my dad had a house showing scheduled w/ a potential buyer and i wanted to come with him to see if there's any cool stuff my grandma had (she did and i brought some of them home ^-^ i now have a cute silver/mirror-like tray, a decorative fruit bowl and a fish pitcher!!)
so he was just telling the guy about the house and i was just looking around on my own time
we ended up kinda splitting, they left the upstairs as i was done with the ground floor, and went to the basement while i went upstairs
and here comes the horrid part
so the house has many holes in the roof meaning it's very uh. wet in there. one room (kitchen??) had a small pond forming there . but then to my horror i saw the cobwebs. there were so many of them . that on it's own wouldn't be terrible, of course spiders run wild when there's nobody around ! but they were just so . large and they were hanging from places i really wasn't used to seeing them in. that was only a bit unnerving but then i found the spiders. in total, there were only two alive daddy longlegs on the ground floor. the absurd amount of huge spider corpses were almost everywhere. and completely covered in fluffy white mold. after i noticed that fuzz i got real worried about touching any and all cobwebs because 1) GROSS 2)DANGEROUS MAYBE?
obviously mold grows on everything when the right conditions are met but like. it was really spooky seeing all those spiders like this 😰
now a smart person after witnessing that would go "huh! better leave and not come back any time soon :)" but as we all know i have about 1 braincell to my name and wanted to see what the attic looked like
NEWSFLASH IDIOT IT'S ALSO FULL OF HUGE COBWEBS AND DEAD SPIDERS COVERED IN MOLD .
also i managed to ram my head right into the roof while i was entering and tbh that's probably for the better because the attic was dark as hell and my phone flashlight was too weak for that darkness. but i did get a glimpse of all the same things i've screamed about before but somehow the one spider was even bigger than the others . must've had a good life there before the mold hit . but that was the moment i decided i was done with it and went downstairs only to find out that the door is fucking locked . that entire trip felt like a goddamn tma episode but thankfully the door's lock just got a bit jammed and my dad came to rescue me after i called him :')
so after being repeatedly spooked by scary mold, hitting my head hard enough to feel my teeth rattle and getting locked in, you'd think "yeah that's enough for kavvie for today :)" but you'd be WRONG because i also wanted to see the basement and [literally nothing new. more dead spiders and cobwebs.]
in conclusion, i would be perfectly fine if the spiders were alive and not consumed by the mold thank you and goodnight
#wouldn't recommend reading any of what i've just written truly#lotsa spiders in this one#and i will be coming back of course. there's loot to be had (like an ancient singer sewing machine)#and a few coats . also!!!!! my gma used to make straw hats and i did find some of those straw 'ribbons' for that exact purpose :)#anyway today sure was eventful. 1st job interview (not great but i hope they're desperate for an employee)#then this whole situation . and after that getting my mom from hospital and taking her to auntie doctor because#those fools at the hospital didn't prescribe my mom anything!!!! she was after a surgery!!! usually people get anti-clotting meds for that!#so yeah she's fine for now but she'll call her surgeon tomorrow to make sure if everything's fine#oh!! didn't happen to me but my sister was invited to a grill with her buddies :) she had fun :3#her friends kept wrapping her in blankets because they thought she looked “cold” dkfjlskj#also on that same party were two of my former classmates?? who are apparently good pals with the host .#they somehow remembered me and also sent their regards through my sister dskjfsk#she even got pics of them! THEY LOOK NOTHING LIKE THEY DID IN GIMNAZJUM . IF I RAN INTO THEM IN THE STREET I'D FEEL SCARED#one of them is in the military now apparently . sucks to suck ig i hope he gets better#anyway PEACE ✌💥💯
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Ok so I had a prompt idea? We’re all familiar with the “villain is sent to a ‘rehabilitation center’ that turns out to be secretly torturing the villains there” trope, but consider this: scared villain is captured by a kind hero and sent to a villain rehabilitation center, and villain has never experienced such warmth and kindness! Not to mention frequent visits from hero to check up/see how they’re doing. Maybe it’s no good but just a thought I had; I love your writing so much!! 💛🌼
(No pressure though, I know you’re probably busy!)
Oh, I absolutely love this prompt! Evil rehab centers are all well and good, but I’d never thought of one as being a source of comfort. I hope you like this! I was going to do some more with it, but it was already running a little long ^^
Thanks so much for the prompt!
CW//Arson, burning buildings, smoke inhalation, fear of death, gross food, mentions of torture, animal disease
As though singed by smoke, Villain’s lungs burned.
Even as they gasped, they felt as though they could not inhale a single breath. Yet, somehow, they had enough air to keep going.
It wasn’t as though they had a choice.
They were unsure, at that point, if their legs were truly moving at all. They had lost feeling in them far too long ago to be able to verify such a thing. Somehow, though, they were moving forward. Even if they wanted to, they didn’t know if they could stop, with momentum pushing them as it was.
Everything was riding on this. Days of keeping ahead, of leading the chase. If they stopped moving for just a moment, it would all be wasted.
And their life would be over. If they stopped running now, there would be no Villain left.
In that instant, they understood what it was to be a rabbit. When there was a fox on your tail, there were no do overs. No second chances. It was run or die.
As long as they could, they were going to run.
Villain couldn’t remember the name of the building in which they had managed to find the briefest of respites. Despite its sprawling size, there was nothing truly remarkable about it. Perhaps it did not have a name in the first place. At some point, it had been some sort of industrial complex-- the home of half a dozen separate companies, each clashing and butting up against one another.
Yet, the structure had long since been left to rot. They had a feeling that mold clinging to every corner had something to do with that.
Just a week ago, they would never have dreamed of so much as going someplace like this. The air smelled rotten, and breathing it left a sour taste sticking to their tongue. Not to mention the fact that several animals of varying size and danger had already claimed the rotten complex as their home.
But, they weren’t the same Villain they had been a week ago. Stumbling upon the building had felt like a gift from above, and, the night prior, they’d managed to get some honest-to-god rest among its sodden carpeting.
It was the most rest they’d gotten in days, despite the fact that, halfway through it, they’d awoken to a diseased rat with its teeth buried in their forearm. They’d had worse awakenings.
After shooing away the animal, they’d managed to sleep an hour or so more. Then came the worse of their two awakenings, that night.
The shouting voices of heroes.
Villain didn’t know how they’d found them. There was no trace, no trail. They had no vehicle-- instead moving through the woods on foot. ‘On foot’ was quite literal in that instance, considering the fact that they’d lost their shoes three days ago to a patch of quickmud.
But, still, they’d been found.
They didn’t no how long ago it was, that they’d been awakened by those voices. With the darkened building’s clocks hanging stubbornly on the wrong minute and hour, there was no way to tell how long it had been.
How long they’d been running...
Villain skidded around a corner, hissing as their foot caught on an uprooted carpet tack. Had they been this way before? It was impossible to tell-- all the halls looked the same.
The halls repeated, just as the heroes’ footsteps did.
How were they not tired?
Maybe because they’d eaten. And slept. And had water.
Villain had found that stream the other day, though...
Everything about them seemed to be repeating. The walls. The footsteps.
The lies of the heroes.
“Just stop running! We don’t want to hurt you!”
They couldn’t count just how many times they’d heard those words. Lies. Of course they were lies! Or, perhaps, it was their own sick attempt at a joke. We don’t want to hurt you, we just want to kill you!
Villain wasn’t ready to die. Not just yet.
Another corner was taken with haste, and their nostrils were overwhelmed with the scents of rust and oil.
The garage was massive-- reaching further upwards than the shreds of sunlight filtering through dusty windows could reach with their furthest rays. Its concrete floor stretched out, seemingly, all the way to the horizon-- dotted only by support beams, and whatever scattered machinery and supplies the company had not deemed valuable enough to bring along.
The source of the scent of gasoline was quite rapidly made apart. Stacked haphazardly in the corner, red gas containers stood. Their reek alone made it well known that they were far from empty.
But the gas was far from Villain’s main concern regarding the garage.
In the past few days, they had become awfully good at finding exits. It was with a ruthless instinct that they scanned the room for one.
But, in the end, they reached a terrifying conclusion.
There was one exit. It was the same door as the entrance. The garage doors on the other side of the chamber had long since been chained shut, and there was no time for lockpicking.
The heroes flooded in.
It was with an exhausted hopelessness and steadfast stubbornness that they kept running forth. Of course, with their terrible luck, they did not make it very far. A rebar pipe caught their toes, sending them sprawling onto the concrete, pain shrieking from a thousand different, tiny wounds.
For a few seconds, Villain let themself breathe. They figured that, at the very least, they should let themself enjoy their last moments alive.
Their relaxation did not last long. They refused to die laying down. Trembling from exhaustion, pain, starvation, dehydration, and terror, all at once, they staggered to their feet. For a moment, their vision blurred, before solidifying once more.
Half a dozen heroes fanned out before the entrance, guarding it ruthlessly. Faux looks of concern painted their countenances.
From the array of aches and pains swarming Villain, a single one, all at once, made itself known. Something pressing up against their leg.
Their lighter.
Their trembling gaze flicked to the pile of glimmering red gas cans. It was behind them-- only a few steps back. If they could just...
“Villain!” The person in the front of the group called out-- Hero. “There’s nowhere else to go. It’s okay. Everything’s okay. You just need to come with us. You can’t survive like this much longer, you know that!”
No. What they couldn’t survive was the heroes.
But, they didn’t have to.
Villain took a step back, inching towards the pile.
“Come on, buddy!” Another hero called. “What are you so afraid of?”
It was the heroes who should be afraid. Another step back.
“There’s nowhere to run, Villain.” Hero spoke once more. “Just come with us. No harm will come to you, I swear to it.”
No.
Villain wasn’t ready to die. Not today.
They took the final step, until they were mere inches from the pile. With a well-placed kick, and a horrible clattering, the cans toppled from their precarious pyramid. The reek of gas grew tenfold as brown liquid spilled out, onto the concrete below.
Stepping back from the gasoline-- they were ready to go, not just yet-- they reached into their pocket. The heroes had no time to identify the object they pulled out. By the time they realized what had happened, the lighter had already been thrown.
The flame leapt into the air with such force that Villain was thrown back, tossed to the concrete like a ragdoll.
The faux compassion on the heroes faces turned to an emotion that was very, very real.
Fear.
Spreading so fast that its growth could be heard, the inferno pounced, grabbing onto the base of a wooden support beam and licking its way upwards.
“Everyone!” Hero shouted-- terror in their voice overpowered by sheer determination. “Get out! This building’s not stable.”
“W-what about you?”
“If I’m not out within five minutes, send someone in after me.”
“Are you certain?”
“We’re heroes. And, sometimes, that means saving villains, too.”
Despite their clear reluctance, the other heroes, one by one, nodded, allowing their terror to spur them to flee.
When the last of them was gone, only two remained in the garage. The villain and the hero.
Villain looked upwards, watching as the flame reached the top of the support beam and rippled onto the ceiling.
There were only two ways this could end. They knew that.
Either Hero lost their nerve and fled, allowing their prey to escape, or they both perished in the flames.
No matter which came to pass, there was only one thing that mattered:
They would not die by the hands of a hero.
“You’re scared.” Hero began. Another stupid speech. “I know. I know you’re scared. This last week has been hell for you, I know that. But it doesn’t have to go down like this. You can still make the right choice.
Please. Come with me. I don’t want to hurt you. Believe it or not, I don’t want you to die!”
“You’re a bad liar, you know.” They croaked.
Villain’s lungs were already torn from gasping. The slowly-rising smoke only served to salt their wounds.
Before them, a flaming ceiling tile fell, spraying them with embers.
“You don’t want this! I know you don’t! You don’t want to die!”
“Why do you think I’m doing this?! Of course I don’t want to die, you fucking idiot!”
“Then come with me!”
“It’s like you don’t even hear yourself.”
The building shuddered as a support beam splintered and collapsed. The force of it sent Villain, once again, to the concrete, bathing their face in smoke. As they scrambled to their hands and knees, they could not help but let out a shuddering cough.
“Villain! Watch out!”
“Wh-”
The ceiling tile struck their head, burying them under its accompanying rubble.
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Warmth... and music.
They awoke to warmth, and music.
The first of the two came in the form of something soft, heavy, enveloping them, making them feel as though they were buried within a cloud. The music, too, seemed to surround them-- there were no words to it, just the soft, lulling tone of a piano, accompanied by the occasional splash of waves.
It was confusion that first whispered to Villain, when their leaden eyelids at last agreed to open. Above them sat an off-white sky, stretching out to meet with a light blue wall. They blinked once more.
Where...
The chase the heroes the running the building the gas the fire the rubble the-
Villain jolted upright, tossing off of themself a heavy, fleece blanket. Trembling fingers gripped the mattress below them as they scanned the world around, instincts kicking in, searching frantically for an exit.
The room was small, walls colored a soft, baby blue, and lit by a pair of lamps with warm, orange bulbs. The few items of furniture were made of a light brown wood-- three small nightstands, two in corners, and one next to the bed in which Villain lay.
Next to one of the stands was placed a small writing desk and chair, while the other was accompanied by a potted plant, petals just starting to emerge from its buds. Embedded in one wall, a window stood, a small radio perched upon its sill.
The door was at the room’s far end, next to their bed. A wooden door with brass handle-- easy to break down.
But guarded.
Before the door, a figure stood-- a person dressed in a bright flannel, from the breast pocket of which stuck an overabundance of pens.
They did not look particularly strong, but, then again, neither did Villain. At the sound of their movement, the figure turned to face them, a smile growing upon their round face.
“I didn’t even notice you waking up.” They hummed. “Good morning.”
There were two options for escape: The door or the window. Neither was particularly desirable, but they had to choose one...
“Hey, buddy.” The stranger’s voice felt almost as warm as the fleece blanket. “You’re looking a bit like a deer in the headlights, there. I’m sure this is all a bit overwhelming, and I’m sure you’re pretty confused. I’d be confused too, trust me.”
No. There was no confusion in Villain’s mind. They were focused on one thing, the only thing that mattered: Getting out of here!
The flannel-wearing figure took a few steps towards the bed. In instinctual panic, the villain scrambled to their hands and knees, shuffling backwards until their spine was flush with the headboard.
“Hey, hey, shhh.” They hushed. “I’m sorry I scared you. I’ll stay right back here, okay?”
“L-Let me out of here!”
The figure frowned.
“Bud, I’m not sure that you’d last another day out there. Not in the state Hero found you in.”
Hero. Of course they were working for Hero.
“I’ll explain everything, alright bud? But let’s just start here. My name’s Doctor. What’s yours?”
Villain only then noticed that they were shaking like a leaf. Whatever this method of torture or interrogation or whatever it is was, they wanted no part in it. They just wanted to go home! To get out! Warm bed or not, this was a prison. They were sure of it.
But, the bed was comfortable, and there wasn’t a single rat in sight...
“How about this...” Doctor coaxed. “You tell me your name, and I’ll tell you what’s going on, okay?”
A trade. Information for information.
Was it worth it? They supposed there was little use in lying.
“V-Villain. My name’s Villain.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Villain.”
“Now, wh-what is this p-place?”
Doctor nodded.
“This is the Supervillain Memorial Villainous Recovery Center. We’re in the city, right by the river. Next to the botanical gardens, if you know where that is.”
They were really telling them the location of their prison? Surely it would have been better to keep such a thing secret. That is, assuming they were telling the truth.
“I believe you’ve been asleep for about... seventeen hours.” Doctor glanced to their watch. “Yep, just about. You’ve been here for maybe half that time. After you got caught in the fire, Hero brought you to the hospital. They bandaged your wounds and brought you here. I hope you slept well.”
Villain almost laughed at that, before a realization struck them. They had slept well. Sure, remnants of the specter of fatigue still haunted them, but for the first time in days, they felt awake enough to think clearly.
But, this was still a prison.
Right?
Prisons didn’t usually have soft beds and fleece blankets, but...
No. It was a trick. This was a prison, and they were a prisoner.
“Let me go.” Villain insisted, though it was halfhearted. “Y-You can’t keep me here! I’m leaving. I need to leave!”
Doctor frowned again, biting their lower lip.
“I’m sorry, Villain, but for now, you’re going to have to stay here. But, I promise, you’ll like it here.” They sighed. “I know you’re scared, and confused, and a thousand other things. But, here, you’re safe. There’s other people here-- quite a few of them, in fact. And, at one point, they were all like you. But ask any one of them. This is the best place for you to be.”
Other people?
“Where are they? W-What are you doing to them?!”
Doctor smiled.
“They’re in our main wing, right now. I believe everyone is eating lunch right about now. I don’t know about you, but where I come from, lunch isn’t a form of torture.”
Villain pursed their lips.
“Then, where am I?”
“This is our arrivals wing. You’re going to stay here, for a few days. Until you’re comfortable, and we can make sure all that smoke is out of your lungs. Then you can join in with everyone else. I’m gonna move over to the side of the bed now, okay? I won’t touch you.”
Even with the warning, Villain couldn’t help but flinch as Doctor approached. They moved to the nightstand at the bed’s side, plucking a small, red box from its surface.
“Hero told me to give this to you, when you got up. It’s not exactly the most nutritious thing to start your day off with, but I think you deserve something tasty.”
They offered the box. After a moment of hesitance, Villain snapped it from their hands, drawing it close to their chest. Was it a threat? Some kind of warning? Morbid curiosity took hold of them, prompting them to open the box’s lid.
Chocolates.
A dozen chocolates, laid out in the design of a star.
“I can eat these?”
“Go ahead.”
Without hesitance, this time, they popped one of the candy pieces into their mouth. Its flavor overwhelmed them, strong enough to nearly knock them over. It’d been days since they’d eaten anything that didn’t come off a bush or from the dumpster.
“Um...” Villain looked back up, closing the box. “So, when are you going to kill me?”
Doctor laughed.
“Hero will be visiting tomorrow. With how long they can talk for, I think you’re only in danger of dying of boredom.”
This was a prison. Of course it was.
Yet, as they glanced down at the box of chocolates, they could not help but forget all thought of panic and escape.
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NAOYA for the alphabet thing. B,D,J,N,W. Sorry if it's a lot. I'm greedy. Thank you! You're the best
Not greedy at all!~ <3 I love my little nyao-nyao.
These are gn!Reader friendly!
As one could expect, MDNI, thank you!~
Specific warnings under the cut.
Warnings: Mentions of cum, oral sex (reader receiving), masturbation, domination, slight exhibitionism, degradation, and unhygienic themes (since we're talking about things he *won't* do here).
B = Body part:
Naoya is the epitome of confidence when it comes to his appearance. He likes nearly everything about himself, but the parts of him he likes most are his hands, his face, and his tongue. *His hands are slender and just the right balance between soft from moisturizing & calloused from training. His fingers are long and elegant with well-manicured nails. Said fingers curl and bend easily to however his partner wants them. *His face is a given as he takes great care to keep his skin always clear. More than that, he pays special attention to shaping his brows and accentuating his upturned eyes in whatever ways he can. He takes great pride in the structure of his face, even, and catching his s/o staring is one of the easiest ways to put him in the mood. *His tongue is a more subtle pride. No one, not even Akutami, could tell me this man doesn't have a tongue ring. He decorates it as if it were a punctuation; the sharpness of his words made all the more cutting by the glint of metal in his mouth. And in the bedroom it catches ever so delightfully against his partner's most sensitive planes and nubs. He can't help but love to watch people squirm under him, one way or the other.
As for his partner, we all know that he appreciates a nice ass and a generous chest (and y'all know how much I think he loves nipples eheh :P), but I think Naoya is also really fond of his partner's face and hair. It's not important to him what kind of hair his partner has. Whether it's short or long, curly or straight, voluminous or flat, doesn't matter. What does matter is if it's nice to touch, because he will want to often. This applies doubly if it's long enough to tug because he absolutely will in a bedroom setting. If said s/o is worried about it at all, he's already ordering some higher end shampoos, conditioners, hair masks, and various other products to help it get to a state both parties are happy with. The face is also important because he knows he's going to want to look at it a lot during the act. This is also another area that he wants to touch super often, so he knows he's gonna have to provide max skincare to avoid his partner breaking out after he's finished cupping, kissing, pinching, and smoothing away at the skin there.
D = Dirty secret:
Naoya says he's a top to every prospective partner he meets, but anyone who sticks with him long enough knows he's a switch. He doesn't acknowledge it, but he can't help but to just want to be taken care of, left gasping, and/or thoroughly dominated from time to time. You'll know when these days are because it's usually the same days he feels more worn out with stress than angry. He's rolling in, sleepy eyed and looking beyond annoyed with the world. He slips so easily into bed next to you and starts cloying for your attention. He's too exhausted to make anything of it himself, but if you roll him onto his back and direct him this way & that, he's not gonna put up any fight at all.~
(Of course, there are also the days when he's being a little shit and wants you to wrestle him for control, but that's it's own thing.)
J = Jack off:
When is Naoya not jacking off, is it's own question here. Naoya has a super high libido and he's not very good at resisting temptation, so if he doesn't have a partner or they're not interested, he's all over himself. He barely cares what he's doing, when he starts to feel the urge, he'll just put down whatever he was looking at to go scratch that itch. He won't be able to focus otherwise. It's bad to the point that he's excused himself mid-meeting on several occasions to "check on something~." Fortunately (and unfortunately), he cums rather fast and most people aren't any wiser as long as he looks fairly put-together when he returns. And he usually does.
Usually.
N = No:
Naoya's not into anything that's markedly unhygienic. Namely, he's not doing anything involving waste, thank youuuu.
Apart from that, he doesn't like the idea of sharing his partner at all. And he doesn't like to be on the receiving end of degradation. You can jokingly call him a whore or something, but please don't put him down. It takes him right out of the mood.
W = Wild card:
Naoya's a weenie when it comes to the heat. Despite his almost torturous libido, he won't fuck on a particularly hot day. He'd rather just lay down and die. Interestingly, though, if it's fairer outside he's not opposed to having sex in the sauna. You know, it's the atmosphere of it. Getting sticky on a hot day is gross, but getting steamy in a dimly lit sauna is it's own thing entirely.~
#Kinktober#Naoya Zenin#Naoya headcanons#Naoya smut#Naoya x Reader#Naoya x gn!Reader#smut alphabet#asks#anonymous#not sfw#not sfw text#mdni#long post
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— 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝 + 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 !
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; karasuno and fukurodani react to their manager doing the body count/bodyody audio tik tok ! [insp by this tik tok]
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; crack(?
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; suggestive themes, maybe a little swearing i can't remember ajaksjq.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; the trend it's to put pictures of all the people you've slept with, in case anyone doesn't know!!
karasuno !
-> it was a joke, it wasn’t supossed to get out of the thrid year managers gc.
-> the girls found it hilarious and was a good conversation topic for hours, discussing who you put or didn’t put.
-> they knew, of course, it was fake. you hadn’t slept with oikawa, KYOUTANI, BOKUTO, tendou, atsumu, TERUSHIMA and OSAMU.
-> it was SO obvious it was a joke for them that nobody felt the need to point it out.
-> they just said things like “the most quiet are the worst ones” “OMG DETAILS ABOUT THE TWINS!!” “did terushima yk,, made a good use of his percing” because they KNEW nothing was real.
-> until tanaka and sugawara asked kiyoko for her phone to watch some videos of the new play they were trying.
-> and misaki, from johzenji, sent a “forget about teru— 🤢 can’t even say it,, Y/N I WANNA HEAR ABOUT BOKUTO!!! ik man’s p a c k i n g”
-> tanaka looks at suga and suga looks at tanaka and they’re like .......tf
-> suga’s finger “slips” and they see the other messages until finally they reach your video.
-> you’re there looking pretty as usual and above your head reads “seems like were showing our body counts with this sound? here it’s mine 🤪”
-> tanaka is about to say “it can be what we’re thinking” but when OIKAWA’S picture appears both their jaws hit the floor.
-> nishinoya sees them and ofc he wants to know what’s so shocking, so he gets closer.
-> he drags hinata too, and shoyo’s like “that’s the great king!! play it again!! play it again!!”
-> fyi: suga paused the video because wOW and they don’t know who’s left in your video.
-> sugawara looks straight in the eye at nishinoya, going “keep hinata, kageyama and yamaguchi away and bring the team” with the MOST SERIOUS EXPRESSION
-> noya is lowkey scared??? like wtf??? but does as he’s told bc suga seems super intense.
-> kiyoko and yachi left to fill the bottles and pick some needed implements from the club room, you had classes for a few more minutes, therefore, there was nobody to stop them.
-> once the rest of the team, including tsukishima because everyone seemed to have forgotten he was a first year too, is together, suga plays again the video, while the littlest ones watch from afar in curiosity.
-> the silence, you will never hear them in a more tense silence.
-> they read what’s your tiktok about, daichi’s eyes go O.O, asahi goes RED, nishinoya seemed to be ready to FIGHT THEM ALL, ennoshita awkwardly laughs, even tsukishima blushes a little.
-> then oikawa appears. EVEYRONE’S EYES ARE FULLY OPEN AND NOYA LET’S OUT A GROAN???
-> but when kyoutani shows up they’re in SO much shock they kinda forget oikawa before, and daichi whispers an “oh god”
-> then it’s BOKUTO’S TURN and tsukishima just stops functioning. asahi is static on his place contemplating, withouth being able to form a coherent thought.
-> suga highkey wants the tea.
-> tendou feels like a betray to asahi, tanaka and tsukishima. noya, just for a second, wonder what was that like.
-> ATSUMU AND OSAMU FUCKING MIYA AND THEY EXPLOTE.
-> THE EXPLOTE LIKE WHAT????? WAS IT AT THE SAME TIME???? Y/N?¡¡¡¿¿1
-> they aren’t ready for the cherry on the top at the end, a picture of terushima sticking his tongue out, sweaty after a match, SMOKING HOT, and it’s not a picture he posted to his social medias or anything.
-> it’s only suga, and daichi a little bit, who realize that if that picture isn’t public, then either he send it to you or YOU TOOK IT.
-> that’s when you walk in the gym, just to say hi before going to change.
-> the first year are playing among each other and you are like ????
-> they don’t even notice you’re there so you go nearer to see what they’re watching. and you see the picture of tersuhima yukie, from fukurodani, once sent asking misaki WHY her kouhais where that hot. it was also the only picture you had of him and the one you used in you video the day before.
-> the phone in suga’s hands seems familiar and... that’s kiyoko’s
-> “Y/N” screams asahi when he sees you and the rest looks like they saw a ghost.
-> a second of silence goes before everyone blows in questions and you just hear names between bambling, “OIKAWA MNASNANPGDF” “MANASKL BODY COUNT ASLKLAS” “MAD DOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
-> and daichi makes himself heard despite the screams.
-> “y/n, i know you’re 18 and capable of making your own decisions, but we have to talk about... physical relationships, with our rival teams”
-> kiyoko arrives and quickly puts two and two together and asks yachi to go check on the first years.
-> she looks at you and sees you like WHAT TF DO I DO and nods and say “you shouldn’t have gone through my phone, no matter how curious you are, sugawara-san” COLD AS ICE ISTG.
-> AND SHE CONTINUES “what who y/n does or doesn’t do on her free time is none of your business, all of you, if she decides to get together with anyone it’s just up to her. you should be ashamed of yourself, specially the third years. you weren’t just violating y/n’s privacy, but mine, kaori’s, yukie’s and misaki’s. it may have been a joke, or not, but it doesn’t give you the right. if you ever do something like this again, we will be talking with coach ukai and takeda sensei” SHE GRABS YOUR ARM, TURNS AROUND, CALLS YACHI AND YOU THREE LEAVE LIKE QUEENS????
-> once you’re in the club room, both you and kiyoko start laughing because the team was FROZE in place. not even daichi was so scary.
-> the team then apologizes to both and send an audio to the groupchat too, and never bring the subject uo again.
-> still, they all wonder everyday if you really did or not.
-> and of course, they get so defensive when they see any of the boys in the video it’s hilarious to you and the other managers.
— fukurodani !
-> damn yukie making up dares that always ended up bad for either you or kaori.
-> mostly you doe.
-> at a sleepover, she was like let’s make fake body count vids and who falls asleep first has to show them tomorrow at practice!!! it will be fun!!!
-> you accepted because you usually fell asleep after one of them did but that time it was like they gave you a sleeping pill because you fell like a rock after a few hours.
-> as to why you were there, the day after, about to go ask the team if you should post it.
-> you list consisted on kenma, kita, sakusa, daichi, and just for the fun of it, konoha.
-> the girls call konoha aside so he doesn't ruin the prank, and you proceed.
-> "hey guys, should i post this?? i’m not sure if i look good enough to be seen by the world” bokuto practically yells at you that you always look pretty before taking your phone from your hands.
-> “why don’t you ask yukie or kaori?” asks akaashi, that was a question you hand’t thought about and by pure luck, you were saved by bokuto yelling at the team to come and see what you’ve done.
-> konoha is about to head their way and yukie just grabs his arm like “no ❤️"
-> and nobody can contradict yukie’s no so he has no choice but to stay.
-> anyways
-> the team gather around bokuto, who is about to press play. at first it’s just your face, and everyone agree you look pretty.
-> but then they read “did anyone say body count? ;)” and they look at each other like ......what
-> washio leans to stop the video because he genuinely doesn’t know what body count is, sarukui explains it a little too loud, grinning, and washio goes "oh–"
-> thanks to sarukui’s explanation bokuto confirms his idea because one part of him did think it was how many people you’ve killed.
-> they press play again and kenma appears and bokuto just stares, doesn’t react.
-> akaashi’s eyes widened and he GASPS, washio can’t hide his disappointment mostly because why would you make this video and then show it to them.
-> when kita shows up bokuto lets out a surprised squeak, along with washio that’s just question your and his whole existences-
-> sarukui is smirking, his complete expression yells “way to go y/n!!!”
-> sakusa comes as a shock to every one of them, even sarukui loses the grin for a bit.
-> “how did you manage to...?” whispers akaashi, half amazed, half grossed.
-> bokuto then has to pause it for a little to keep his composure, he looks at your like WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME GO THROUGH THIS
-> but when they resume it and daichi welcomes him he thinks it just can get any worse.
-> washio is like “isn’t that karasuno’s–?”
-> “HELL YEAH IT IS” SHOUTS SARUKUI AND THE GIRLS BEHIND YOU LAUGH SO HARD BECAUSE HE IS SO PROUD OF YOU.
-> the rest is like 🧍♂️ while sarukui is SO happy for you LMAO.
-> it’s at the end when no one smiles. konoha’s picture smiles at them and bokuto just stops the video to look at him, only a few meters away.
-> he looks at the picture and then at konoha and so on.
-> can’t get his mind around it????? lowkey no one can.
-> akaashi isn’t even blinking and his eyes are concerningly open, washio is regretting all his past choices that led to this moment.
-> sarukui death stares at konoha. no more fun sarukui, he crossed the line.
-> kaori and yukie are wheezing WHEEZING I SAY and konoha is so confused.
-> his teammates look like dogs about to attack but he hasn’t done anything to upset them?? has he??
-> like robots, akaashi and bokuto get up and walk towards konoha. a part of you tells you to protect him but... what are they going to do tho...
-> “you’re out of the team” THEY SAY AT THE SAME TIME AND ALL AND KONOHA GOES WHAT
-> your co-managers can’t even breath istg NO HELP
-> you then intervine trying to keep konoha in the team lmao “IT’S FAKE GUYS!! A PRANK!! KAORI!!!! YUKIE!!!! BACK ME UP!!! I’M KIDDING DON’T KICK KONOHA OUT”
-> akaashi partially believes you, but bokuto?? nope.
-> you planted the seed on his mind.
-> the whole team acts weird when they see guys from your vid and are looking for chances to bark at konoha.
-> “AKAASHI HAS TO STAND BETWEEN YOU TWO ALL THE TIME” that’s the new rule he set.
-> just to see them freak out, konoha sometimes flirts with you at practice ;)
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu headcanons#karasuno hcs#fukurodani headcanons#karasuno headcanons#fukurodani hcs#haikyuu manager#manager reader#haikyuu crack#karasuno crack#fukurodani crack#– star's; originals! [❀]
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Wrapped up in you
Summary: Sharing a scarf with your girl when you don’t like things around your neck is something that can be so personal..
Rating: T
Also found on AO3 and FF.net
Based off that picture in the very last scene with Kyoru sharing a scarf <3
“Wow!" He heard her gasp. "It's snowing!" But then she furrowed her brow. "But it was so mild this morning."
Neither of them had brought coats with them, but Tohru brought her scarf with the pom poms. She really loved that thing and it was cute.
"Kyo-kun," she grabbed his hand. "Are you cold?"
He didn't think he could ever truly be cold as long as she was around.
But he did shiver a bit. "A little. The temperature really dropped."
"Well here!" She took her scarf off, handing it to him. "Maybe this will help."
He knocked her head gently. "Then you'll get cold, dummy."
"I'll be okay!" She waved her arms. "I don't want you to get sick!"
He could tell this was gonna go nowhere fast. He rolled his eyes fondly and grabbed the scarf. She looked at him expectantly and he got an idea. It was cheesy, but knowing her, she'd probably love it.
He pulled her in closer, wrapping one end of the scarf around her neck, and the other end very loosely around his own.
"There." He said triumphantly, breath visible, "now neither of us have to be cold." He punctuated with a gentle whack with one of the poms and she giggled. He paused and then whacked her again. "Huh, this is kinda fun."
He was met with a whack on his own cheek with his girlfriend grinning impishly. "You're right, it is."
He gently whacked her again, this time pressing the pom right on top of her nose, shaking it as she tried to bat it away.
She tried to do a little twirl but the scarf wasnt quite long enough for that so she just did an awkward twist. The temperature was dropping by a lot and her nose was starting to turn red.
He leaned over to kiss it and she gave a questioning look.
He shrugged. "It looked cold."
She grabbed his hand, peeking at him from under her lashes. "I think my lips are cold too."
Subtle. He cradled her face and kissed her gently. "Better?"
"Still feels pretty cold."
He hummed, kissing her again. It was something he never really got tired of doing. She fisted her hands in his uniform jacket as he just kissed her slowly, careful to keep it chaste.
"Oi, lovebirds," he jumped when he felt a hand slap his back and saw Uotani to his side. She smirked. "When you're done being gross, you might wanna actually head home before you turn into snowmen." She put her arm over her head like a visor. "It's supposed to snow all night."
"Oh really?" Tohru asked. "I had work tonight."
She grunted. "So did I. But I called off. You should too."
She frowned. "I wouldn't wanna trouble them-"
He'd heard enough. "You're not walking to work in a blizzard. If you don't wanna call off, then just have Momiji do it for you. His dad owns the place."
She bit her lip. "I suppose…"
"Momiji Sohma is quite fond of you," Hanajima came out of nowhere. "I would imagine he wouldn't expect you to risk yourself in such weather."
"C'mon, we should go." Uotani said, wrapping an arm around Tohru's neck. "It's already cold and it’s only supposed to get worse."
She relented and he followed behind her closely, the scarf still hanging off his neck.
"Apparently we're supposed to get 15 cm," he heard Uotani say vaguely.
Tohru clapped her hands in excitement. "Really? Wow. We could play in the snow!"
"We could have a snowball fight." And then Uotani smirked. "Betcha I could beat Kyon."
He rolled his eyes. "Don't start a fight you can't finish, Yankee."
She snorted. "Yeah okay. You know your ‘bad boy’ image is ruined with that scarf around your neck."
He shrugged. It wasn't like he had anything to be embarrassed about.
Tohru was talking to Hanajima now about something, her face lit up. He smiled softly. She was happy and that's all he cared about.
The wind was really picking up and everyone in the group did a full-body shudder. It really was getting freezing and the snow was sinking into his clothes uncomfortably. Tohru was trying to hide it, but she was shivering. How did she manage to wear skirts in this kind of weather?
They parted ways with Uotani and Hanajima and no sooner than they rounded the corner, he wrapped his arms around Tohru's waist from behind.
"Are you cold?" He whispered.
She nodded. "Only a little."
He kissed her temple. "C'mon, let's get home."
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By the time they got into the doorway, her teeth were chattering and he rubbed her arms to try and warm her up.
"My, my, my," he heard Shigure say from the kitchen door and he looked up to see him standing there, looking way too amused. "I understand you kids are in love, but there is a time and place."
"Piss off," he snapped. "It's snowing and freezing outside."
"Well, that's why coats exist." He said smugly. "Honestly, Kyo-kun, do you not ever check the weather forecasts?
He was gonna punch this asshole. He felt a light tug on his shirt and he brought his attention back to his currently shivering girlfriend.
"D-do y-you m-m-m-mind if I shower first? I...c-can w-wait if you w-want to."
He pushed her back gently towards the bathroom. "Go shower before you get sick."
"O-okay."
It was once he heard the bathwater running that Shigure turned back to him, smirking. "Nice scarf." He gave him a flat look in response, which he took as a cue to continue talking. "Tsk, tsk, you made a rookie mistake just now."
"What are you talking about?" He asked on impulse, and then came to the conclusion that maybe he shouldn't have.
Shigure's grin only grew wider. "When a beautiful woman you're with is going to the shower, it's only natural you offer to join her."
Kyo grabbed him by the collar, growling, "Don’t talk about her like that, you fucking creep. I’ll kill you!”
"Scary~" And then something else seemed to come to him. "Where's Yuki-kun? Don't tell me you left him out there."
"How should I know? He was never even with us."
And that was when the phone rang. Shigure waved, saying "I'll let you handle that” and then went back to his own room, hopefully to die.
He scoffed. He didn't usually answer the phone but he had a good idea who it was.
"Hello?" He sighed out.
"Kyo?" Yuki's voice came through the speaker. He sounded surprised, which was fair.
"Yeah?"
"Where’s Honda-san?"
"In the shower.
"I see. when she gets out, tell her not to save me any dinner. The weather's getting bad so I went home with Kakeru."
"Fine. That it?"
"Yeah."
"Great. See ya."
"Wait."
"What?"
"You and Honda-san are alone...don't do anything stupid."
His face heated up. "Shigure's here, you jackass." He gritted. And probably eavesdropping. "And that's none of your business."
"Oh, he's actually home?"
"Yeah."
"My condolences."
"Whatever. Anything else?"
"No. You can hang up now."
And he was about to do just that but something paused him. "Oi."
"What?"
"You too," he mumbled through gritted teeth because he really didn't wanna think about Yuki doing anything like that. "Don’t do anything stupid."
A pause and then a "Thanks" before the line went dead.
"Oh, was that Yuki-kun?" He heard Tohru behind him, her skin flushed from the steam and her hair still damp. “Is he alright?”
He grunted in affirmation, trying not to look at how a stray water droplet ran down her neck. "He's fine. He's at Manabe's, so don't wait up for him on dinner."
She made to hug him, but then reeled back. "Kyo-kun, you need to get out of those wet clothes! You'll get sick."
If it were just them, he would suggest she help him with that, but Shigure was here and he was not gonna give him the satisfaction of that.
He patted her head. "I'm going."
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Without work to go to, her and Kyo-kun took the night in. She had already changed into her sleepwear (which consisted of one of his shirts that was way too big on her and a pair of flannel pants).
He had changed too, in a loose long-sleeve and a pair of sweatpants.
With Shigure-san here, they couldn't exactly do anything more than kiss, so they'd just ended up watching a movie.
He'd fallen asleep halfway through and was currently clinging to her, head on her chest.
She could really admire him without being questioned when he was asleep, how his nose wasn’t set completely straight, the smattering of light freckles on the bridge that were more pronounced in the summer.
She lightly stroked his strong jawline and his arms tightened around her waist.
She smiled to herself. He was such a cute sleeper. She lightly threaded her fingers through his fiery hair, noting how it curled around his ears now.
It's getting so long..
She heard her phone vibrate from the nightstand and strained to reach it without disturbing her sleeping boyfriend.
She saw the message was from Uo-chan and then shot up in alarm at the attachment.
She heard a light groan and saw Kyo-kun blearily blinking his eyes open and she felt a little guilty.
"Wha's goin' on?" He mumbled.
"Uo-chan just sent me something."
He hummed. "'Splains why you woke me up."
She was pretty sure he was being sarcastic based off the grumpy look on his face but paired with the messy hair, it didn't have much of an effect.
"Look at this." She shoved the phone under his nose and watched him squint as he put his own hand over hers.
It was a picture of them, sharing the scarf with snow falling around them. Neither of them were looking at the camera but she was chatting with Hana-chan, though the angle of the photo cut her poor friend off, and Kyo-kun just watched her, looking content.
He normally hated getting pictures taken so it was rare to see him so relaxed in one.
"Was this from today?" He asked.
"Yep! Uo-chan took it." Then she cocked her head. "I wonder how she managed to do it without us noticing."
He stretched, his shirt riding above his waist, which she attempted to steadfastly ignore for her own sanity.
"Probably because I wasn't looking at her."
He always said things like that so easily and it was a marvel each time.
"I know you hate pictures," she started hesitantly, "but do you mind if I keep this one?"
"I don't mind pictures," he said softly. "Not with you, anyway."
She blushed, smiling to herself. "Right." She put one foot down on the carpet. "I'll go ask Shigure-san if I can borrow his printer."
A warm hand grabbed her wrist. "Do it tomorrow," he said. "It's late." And then he slumped on top of her. "I want my pillow back."
He was actually pouting and it was quite possibly one of the most adorable things she’d ever seen.
She just stared at the picture of them, smiling softly, Kyo-kun’s chin on her shoulder.
"You look cute," he murmured.
"I look the same as always, don't I?"
"Yeah."
He was warm. Like a steady heater on her back. It made her feel sleepy.
At some point, she’d been gently coaxed on her back again, eyes heavy and her boyfriend a comforting weight on her chest. She managed to text Uo-chan a 'Thank you' through bleary eyes before letting sleep take her.
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The next day, she bought a frame and added the picture to her shelf next to her mother and Kyo-kun’s beads.
“You’re such a sap,” he’d said when he walked in and saw it.
But he couldn’t hide how his eyes kept softening when they landed on it.
Not from her.
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Who's loving you? | t.h
A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! It's extra kinda long because I never really done anything to thank you for nearly 400 followers!!! Thank you so much <3 (pls don't let this flop) anyway, enjoy! :) ily, liz <3
pairing: Tom Holland x reader
warnings: swearing, use of the word daddy?
w/c: 2.9k (wtf)
Requests: CLOSED
Summary: You and Tom holland are sworn enimies... aren't you?
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You hated him and he hated you. Easy.
Tom Holland was your enemy. You couldn't stand this man, he was just so unbelievable selfish. He loved himself, and himself only. He always talked about how smart he is and how many girls he already fucked. Yeah I know, so interesting. He was so in love… with himself, it was so annoying already. You had no idea how anyone could love him or even like him in the slightest, it was a mystery to you.
Why he hated you? You had there a few ideas actually… but it wasn't your fault entirely to be honest.
It all started pretty early, and to be completely honest, it's actually pretty childish why you hated each other so much.
Tom was 8 years old while you were 7. You were neighbors and your parents were pretty good friends so they decided to meet each other once. Well, it didn't ended well, it ended with you crying because Tom ripped the head of your favorite puppet off and laughed while you laid crying in the green and slightly wet grass in your backyard. Little bastard, I know.
But of course you gave him something of his own medicine. Just 4 years later you told his school crush that he likes her, and maybe you told her some lies about him like that he is super gross and that he actually likes another girl too and after that, Tom's crush spoke never a word to him ever again. And after he found out that you told her all that bullshit about him, he hated you to death. He could have litterilly killed you that day.
Since that they you were sworn enimies and basically both promised yourself that you would hate each other for the rest of your life's. Well…
The sad thing was that you both were pretty good friends with Harrison Osterfield aka Tom's best mate. And that's the reason why you both got invited to harrisons birthday party in his favorite club in London. Well, it wasn't exactly a birthday party it was kinda a little get together and spend some time again. It was just Tom, Jacob, zendaya, Jake, Harrison and you. You and Tom in one room. Worst combination ever.
Everyone knew that you two hated each other because it was so fucking obvious. But at the same time everyone knew that there is something in the air. For tom and you just pure hate, but for your friends it was love.
As you entered the club in your beautiful but at the same time short red dress, you spot the group immediately. Harrison waved you over to the table where everyone already sat comfortably on their chairs, the only chair that was free was of course next to the one and only Tom holland.
"sit down princess" Tom said with a grin on his stupid face.
"shut up Thomas" you said while you sat down.
"Yo guys, we are here for a few minutes and you already starting a fight? The night is not gonna end well" Jacob said with a tiny laugh.
"Yep, probably we even have to stop you from attacking each other" jake added. Tom and you just both rolled your eyes and began to order some snacks for the night.
"Can you please pass me the salt Tom?"
"You mean daddy, don't you? he answerd.
"What?" you said with confusion all over your face.
"you mean 'can you please pass me the salt daddy', didn't you?"
You just scoffed before you leaned over the desk and grabbed the salt yourself.
"uhhhh" Tom said with a little smirk.
"what now?" you asked slightly annoyed already.
"nice tits darling"
"fuck off holland"
He just laughed while everyone else on the table had a tiny grin on their face.
"you guys are really unbelievable" zendaya said with a tiny smile painted on her face.
"what do you mean?" you asked as you looked at her.
"you are so in love and you can't even see it" she said while she still wore the tiny grin.
You and Tom just looked at each other before you both rolled your eyes and make some puke noises.
"don't be ridiculous, we all know it" Harrison added.
You and Tom shaked your heads but you still tried to glance at him secretly but he caught you red handed. Because he just looked at you too.
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"Where is Tom?" you asked the rest of the group.
"I don't know, I think he went outside or something" Jacob said.
You just shaked your head before you stood up and went into the restroom. When you were finish with your business, you left the restroom and bumped right into someone.
"oh, I'm sorry-"
"Hello babygirl"
"Just fuck off Tom" you answered quickly.
"how about…. No?" he said while he slowly backed you up against the wall. After your back hit the wall, he put both of his hands next to your head, so that you were trapped.
"go away Tom, please" you said with a hint of nervousness in your voice.
"I like that"
"what do you mean?" you answered confused.
"when you beg"
You starred at him with pure shook in your eyes. Your legs slowly started to shake and you kinda started to sweat.
"aw, does my little princess gets nervous? Pretty little thing" he fucking whisperd the last part right in your ear.
"I hate you" you spat.
"dont worry doll, I hate you too" he said before he stepped away from the wall and took one last look at you from the top to the bottom before he left.
"What the actual fuck" you whispered to yourself.
Tom made you weak.
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The rest of the night went pretty good until you had to ruin it all,
"I'm gonna go get some drinks"
"yeah, please bring them, I need them when I have to spend the rest of the night by your side" Tom answerd annoyingly.
"can you shut the fuck up for one second Tom?"
"can you finally suck my dick?" he said with a wide grin.
"fuck off Thomas"
"you didn't said no darling" he yelled after you as you walked away from him. Sadly was the rest of your group the other ones currently outside doing God knows what so it was only you and your sworn enemy in there.
As you stood at the bar waiting for the drinks you felt someone lightly grabbing your ass, at first you though that you just imagined it but after the second time you knew that that is not your imagination.
"hey babygirl" a unfamiliar male voice spoke into your right ear quietly.
"go away" you said annoyingly.
"c'mon, I know that you want it too princess"
"Don't fucking call me that you little asshole" you spat angrily.
Suddenly he grabbed your wrist and turned you around so that you were face to face with him. He looked like he was in his 40's, 50's maybe? Definitely much to old and disgusting for you.
"And you better shut that pretty little mouth of yours doll" he spat back at you angrily.
Suddenly he pulled on your wrist and lead you to a little bedroom in the corner of the club. You know, where people get in to have their fun.
"Let go of me!" you yelled but he didn't reacted, he just threw you on the bed and started to open your dress.
"NO PLEASE NO" you yelled even louder but he didn't cared at all.
Out of nowhere, the man got pushed off of you an someone started to punch him. While you put your dress back on and tried to calm yourself down, the man that just saved you came up from the floor and you couldn't believed who just saved you.
"T-tom?" you said quietly, unsure if he really just saved you from getting raped or if you are dreaming or just wish that it would be like that.
"Are you okay y/n?" he asked as he slowly walked to you.
"Y-yeah, t-thank you t-tom" you said quietly while new tears started to build up in your eyes.
Keep it the fuck together y/n.
"it's okay now y/n, come here" he said as he opened his arms. At first you just starred at him and kinda asked yourself in your head if that's really happening right now or if you dream again.
But as he slightly smiled and nodded his head towards his arms as an invitation, you slowly made your way into his strong arms. But then you started to sob even harder.
"Sshh, it's fine now darling, I got you, okay?" you just slightly nodded with your head before Tom spoke up again,
"Do you want me to drive you home?" you just wanted to agree when you remembered that zendaya got the key for the house you both share and you really didn't wanted to search for here in the club right now, so you asked something you thought that you would never asked,
"Can I come with you?" your voice was literally trembling while you asked him that. He slowly loosened his right grip on you and looked down at you,
"yeah, of course" he said with a kind smile on his face.
"t-thank you" you answered before you both made your way to his car that was parked outside the nasty club.
Tom opened the door for you and you thanked him before the two of you climbed into the car. While you both drove to his house he gently laid his hand on your tight and you jumped up for a quick second.
"Is that okay?" Tom asked quietly.
"Y-yeah" you answered.
"o-okay" he said before started to stroke your leg with his thumb slowly.
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"you want something to drink? Or eat?" he asked you while you sat comfortably on his couch. "No thanks" he nodded with his head lightly before he made his way over to you on the couch.
"Um t-thank you again Tom, really, you basically saved my life so yeah" you said
"No problem, I already saw him touching you at the bar and I was about to get up and punch this guy but when I saw him dragging you into this 'sex' room, when I can call it that, then I lost it completely"
"why?" you asked quitely out of nowhere.
"what do you mean?"
"why did you save me when you hate me Thomas?"
"because I care about you and by the way, i-I don't hate you y/n, yeah there were maybe some times where I wanted to kill you but I never hated you, I swear"
You couldn't believe it. Did he really just said? Did Tom Holland just said that?!
"r-really?" you asked nervously.
"yes y/n, really"
You were speechless. You were honestly shooked.
"i-wow-i don't k-know what to say, I'm actually really s-speechless right-"
You couldn't even finish before you felt his lips on yours. He just kissed you softly and gently to not push it or anything. He slowly grabbed your hips and put you on his lap. You both separated for a second and just looked into each other's eyes. Tom just wanted to say something but you put your finger over his lips and said,
"Sshh, please don't ruin it now tommy, please"
That's the first time you called him that name and he already loved it so much. He slightly nodded with his head and a tiny smile on his face before he leanded in and started to kiss you gently again.
After a few seconds of gently kissing each other, he puts one of his hands on your cheek and the other one on your hip and depended the kiss. He slowly started to kiss down your neck but you stopped him after a few seconds.
"sorry" he whisperd before he turned his head awys from so he doesn't have to look you in the eyes.
"hey" you whisperd quietly and put both of your hands on his cheeks and turned his head in your direction so you looked each other right in the eyes.
"I r-really like you y/n" he said quietly while he looked at your lips before he looked in your eyes again.
"B-but why, we always hated each other"
"Like I already told you y/n, I don't hate you and I never did, d-did you e-ever hated m-me?"
You knew the answer immediately. But you kinda didn't wanted to admit it.
"I-I don't hate you Tom, and I never did" you said slowly before you started to lean in again but before your lips touched, you spoke up again,
"I really like you too tommy"
"God, I love this name" he said with a tiny laugh.
"I think i'm falling for you" you said.
"I know that you are falling for me, I mean, who wouldn't?" he said in a funny way.
You lightly slapped his chest before you said,
"But your still a jerk"
"But I'm your jerk" he said with a grin.
"yes that's true, my jerk"
You both just looked into each other's eyes and enjoyed the moment before Tom spoke up,
"Do you wanna stay?" he asked nervously.
"Like, sleep here?" you said.
Tom nodded with his head slightly before he said,
"You don't have to I just thought that-"
"I would love to Tommy" you said in between.
With a wide and happy smile Tom nodded with his head again and picked you up.
"What are doing?" you said with a tiny laugh as you looked at him curiously.
"I'm gonna bring you into our bedroom"
"Our bedroom?" you answered.
"Well, for the night it's ours, okay darling?"
"okay Tommy"
And after you said that, he ran upstairs with you in his arms and threw you onto the bed gently. He came on top of you immediately. You both just laughed for a while before you spoke up,
"do you have something I could wear?" you asked quitely.
"yeah, I can give you a t-shirt of mine" he answered.
You nodded with your before he stood up and went to his closet. After a few seconds of searching a t-shirt that could maybe even fit you, he found the perfect one.
A white oversize t-shirt.
You thanked him before you went into the bathroom and changed into Tom's t-shirt while Tom changed in the bedroom. As you came out of the bathroom you saw Tom sitting on the edge of the bed just in his Calvin klein boxers.
Fuck, he looks so good.
You slowly made your way over to him and as you were nearly right infront of him, he stood up and hovered over you with the most serious gaze that you ever saw on Tom. He looked down at you, right into your eyes before he said,
"You look gorgeous baby"
"you too tommy"
He slowly nodded with his head towards the bed and you both climbed into it lazily. You sat down on Tom's lap again. "I promise that I won't hurt you and I promise that I will forever protect you, no matter what alright?" he told you quietly with the prettiest smile ever.
"thanks you tommy" you said before you leaned in again and started to slowly make out.
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As Tom woke up, he though he would be dreaming, but then he remembered that it was all real. But what made him doubt was that the place next to him on the comfortable bed was empty.
Where is she?
Suddenly he heard noises coming from the kitchen. He just threw on some grey sweatpants before he made his way downstairs.
He couldn't belive his eyes when he saw you in his oversize shirt making breakfast. Slowly he made his way over to you and hugged you from behind while he rested his chin on your shoulder gently.
"Good morning darling" Tom said
"Mmm, morning tommy" you answered.
"Are you making breakfast for the two of us?" he asked with a tiny smirk.
You nodded with your head before the radio in the background played a beautiful song.
Who's loving you from Michael Jackson.
You suddenly gasped and said,
"Oh my God, I love this song!"
You put the breakfast on the plates and put the drinks on the table. But before you could sit down and eat, Tom took your hand and turned you towards him.
"Dance with me darling" he said quietly.
"o-okay" he put his hands on your waist while you threw your arms around his neck.
"Who's loving youuuuu" Tom sand quitely in your ear.
Suddenly he picked you up and put you on the counter.
"Who's loving you" you sang now.
Before Tom could stop himself he said,
"I love you"
"what?" you didn't heard properly, right?
"I love you y/n, I really do"
You just starred at him before you said,
"I love you too"
You started to give soft little pecks while the radio was still playing in the backround.
"Who's loving youuuuu" you both sang at the end of the song.
"I do" you and Tom said at the same time. You just looked him in the eyes and knew deep down,
that's my one, that's the man that I love.
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Rєqυєѕт: (ANON) hi! i absolutely love your work!! i’m not sure if you’re doing requests but if you’re up for it can you please write a fluffy bucky x reader fic? maybe something along the lines of the reader kinda going through a rough patch and bucky and the team notice, bucky talks to you and helps you feel better and then later the team has a movie night and just some real tooth rotting fluff lol. it definitely does not need to be exact to my request !!! thank you so much <333
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You sat alone in the dark just as the day before; and the day before that, and the day before that.
Recently, there’s been a higher demand for the Avengers help and truthfully it’d been extremely draining for everyone. Thankfully thought, this entire week nobody had called an avengers level threat. Unfortunately for you, you haven’t been able to get any shut eye.
Now here you were again wide awake in the early hours of the day. It was dead silent in your room; you could hear the blood rushing in your ears and the soft thumps of your heart beat. Your breathing was irregular since you were so aware of everything little thing your body was doing and feeling.
The clothes you wore felt gross moving along your skin with each breath you took. The blankets overheating your legs. Everything was becoming overwhelming and your anxiety spiked.
You practically jumped out of bed and turned your light on. You went to open the curtains to let some source of light in; the moon was bright that night. But when you did so your eyes shut involuntarily from the brightness of the morning sun you weren’t aware of.
“It’s morning?” you said to yourself.
“What the fuck,” you mumbled, tears brimming your eyes.
You breathed out heavily, sighing, and went to your dresser to grab some day appropriate clothes. You went into the bathroom and fixed your appearance applying an extra amount of concealer and blush to hide that desperate tiredness in your face.
When you felt you were approachable you put on a happy face just like the day before, before heading to the kitchen to grab some food. At least you were still feeding yourself and had somewhat of an appetite left.
When you came practically the entire team was down there.
“Good morning!” you said cheerfully.
“Morning!” everyone said back matching your enthusiasm.
“How did everyone sleep?” you asked. You usually ask this almost to vicariously live through them; wishing for the restful nights everyone described.
“Great.”
“Like a baby.”
“Pretty good, you?” Bucky said.
You paused because usually no one asked you the same question, which was why you kept asking. You supposed that of course some day, someone was bound to ask about your night.
“Oh, um… could've been better,” technically that wasn’t a lie.
“Sorry to hear, doll.”
“Oh, it's fine,” you smiled and waved off.
“Anybody got plans for today?” Nat asked everyone; no one answered except for a couple of shrugs and head shakes.
“You guys up for a movie night?”
“Yeah, sure,” everyone said.
Everyone stayed almost the entire day in the common room watching movies, eating snacks, and talking about funny stories from missions. You stayed quiet not having any energy to converse with everyone. You felt like you were running on fumes.
You were so out of it you hadn’t realized the looks exchanged throughout everyone that knew something was off for you. Although you weren’t the loudest or most enthusiastic person on the team, you also weren’t one to not engage in conversations.
Every question or involvement of some sort in each conversation was always quickly dismissed or validated by you. Eventually you checked out entirely, holding what was possibly your seventh cup of coffee of the day.
“Huh?” you didn’t hear the question asked by Nat.
“Y/n, you doing ok? You look sleepy,” Nat said, smiling softly.
“Uh, yeah I’m a bit tired. I think I’ll head to bed.”
Everyone looked at you strangely as you got up.
“Is there a problem?” you asked, feeling slightly more insecure.
“It’s six p.m.,” Steve said, “Pretty early for bed, don’t you think?”
“Isn’t that like your tenth cup of coffee?” Nat started.
“Are you alright, Y/n?”
“What’s going on?”
“You look pale.”
Everything was getting too overwhelming, voices echoed in your head. Tears started to form in your eyes as you stared down at your coffee before setting it down; your hands were trembling. You wanted to run away, so that’s what you did.
“Sorry, I-” you ran off hearing your name being called by some of the team.
You got to your room and slammed the door behind you. You felt humiliated and embarrassed. Your body was still shaking and you breathed heavily trying to calm down before you have an anxiety attack.
Suddenly, a knock at your door scared the hell out of breaking you momentarily from your trance. You swung the door open to find Bucky standing at your door, worrisome written all over his face.
“Can I come in?”
You couldn’t say anything. You wanted to but just stood there frustrated with yourself.
“It’s ok, doll. I’m here,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you in a warm hug.
“I don’t know why I feel like this. I hate it. I can’t sleep, I barely eat, I’m so tired,” you cried to him.
“I know,” he said.
“I just wanna- I just wanna disappear for a bit you know? Like go somewhere where I don’t have to worry about everything bad.”
“Me too,” he comforted.
“I’m sorry,” you said after a moment of silence.
“For what? You don’t have to be sorry.”
“For this,” you sniffled, “For getting boogers and tears on your shirt.”
“It’s ok,” he chuckled.
“Y/n, I know exactly how it feels. And I know that bottling all that up just makes it worse; makes you feel horrible and gross. I don’t like seeing you like this. Not sleeping, you hardly talk anymore; and it’s not just this past week we noticed your shift. I know things are hard and you feel like telling people is just gonna make them think you’re weird or a burden, but I promise you you’re not. We’re here to talk, be there for you because we know you’d do the same for us. We’re family, and we love you. We all do. I love you. So talk to me ok?”
You were a mess. Thinking about it again, you hadn’t had a restful night in a very long time; you couldn’t remember. You weren’t taking care of yourself as you normally would and it was true you spent more time alone afraid that you’d be a bother if the team noticed your upset attitude.
Tears were falling heavily down your cheeks to your neck; some dripped to the floor. Your hands were practically gripping Bucky’s forearms pulling close to you. You wiped away the tears quickly and sniffled.
“Thank you Bucky,” you whispered, and he hugged you tightly.
“Can you sleep with me tonight?” you asked him.
“Ok,” he walked over to the bed with you and climbed under the sheets.
He was already wearing sweatpants but you weren’t. Without any care, you pulled your bottoms off for they would’ve been uncomfortable to wear to sleep and crawled beside Bucky to fall asleep.
There was no tension between you, it was quite domestic almost. You curled up to Bucky’s side cuddling his warm body before closing your eyes. Bucky’s fingers traced along your arm that laid across his stomach while the other rubbed your head delicately.
You opened your eyes once more and looked up at Bucky and leaned in to kiss him softly. You rested your forehead against his own and gingerly bumped your noses.
“I love you too Buck,” you whispered.
Bucky smiled and kissed you again. You closed your eyes and for the first time in too long you had a restful night; limbs tangled with Bucky’s, someone you love and trust more than anyone in the whole world. And thankfully, he felt the same way for you.
The next morning, you actually woke up. You felt rested. You stretched your limbs out before remembering about last night and Bucky. You looked around the room and didn’t see him.
You looked at your clock on your bedside table and noticed it was already eleven in morning; almost noon. You got change quickly and went downstairs to find everyone laughing and eating breakfast.
When you got down and joined the team Bucky looked at you and got up to hug you and kiss you gently. He smiled and sat with you at the kitchen counter where there was a plate of breakfast waiting just for you.
“Morning, how’d you sleep?” Nat asked, cheerfully just like you do to them.
“I slept,” you ended your sentence making everyone chuckled and smile.
“Seriously though, I slept very well,” you looked to Bucky and gave him a little kiss before digging into your food.
“Oh, you guys?” you asked after a couple of bites.
“Sorry about yesterday.”
“Don’t be, we talked about this,” Bucky rubbed your thigh softly.
“I know but I still feel kinda bad for kinda ruining movie night. Can we try again tonight?” you asked.
Everyone smiled and looked to each other as if to see who had plans and eventually nodded. They came forward and huddled around you to give you a big group hug making you laugh as their cheesy antic.
“You guys are so cheesy,” you laughed.
“We love you, Y/n!” Nat shouted.
“We love you!” everyone followed.
“I love you guys too. Very much.”
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So Cil has herpetophobia. If requests are still open, I would absolutely love to read about Cil nearly getting killed by a Lizalfos, only to be saved by Sooga.
Deal with the monsters that terrify him, or get saved by the man he hates the most. Well fuck. Let's do it.
This was nice. It was nice to get away from the clan, from the hot sand, and especially from...him. Ugh.
"Don't think about him. Don't. This is you time."
The green grass felt good to sit on, the breeze soothed his skin through his clothes. A little alone time did wonders, especially when he told not a single person where he was. He could be totally be here as long as he wanted, without a single disruption. He laid back on the grassy hill, hands behind his back and one leg propped over the other. He reached into his attire for his usual snacks, when he realized, he forgot to restock his supply. Damn. He didn't even have any banana chips left. He looked around the tree that was sheltering him, and saw an odd, purple looking fruit.
"Never seen you before..."
Was he going to eat it? No, but he was curious. He reached over to grab it, and suddenly it screamed. He jumped back, and his heart jumped in his throat.
"NO NO NO-"
A lizalfo. It was a weak enemy, but it still struck fear in his heart. He realized he touched it, and immediately wiped his hand on his attire. The creature came out of hiding, clearly curious in him. He scurried back as the creature slowly approached him, watching in horror as it licked its eyeball.
"Ew ew ew why do you DO that- get AWAY from me!!"
He pulled out his weapon, ready to slice it in half, only to have the creature literally pounce on him, knocking the weapon out of his hand. The creature was now laying on top of him, making that oh so gross sound they tended to make. Physically, he could take him, absolutely. But he didn't, for the life of him, want to touch it. It was gross, it was scaley, it had weird fucked up eyes and it smelled like fish and bugs. His hands could easily end him, grabbing its jaw and just crack it open like a chickaloo tree nut. But he saw that long, gross, wet tongue in its mouth, the hot breath against him, the eyes that seemed so oddly interested in him. It made its weird sound right at its face, clearly about to pounce, when blood splattered over his face.
"W...what?"
He opened his eyes, not recalling when he closed them, just to see the monster, tip of a blade sticking out of its mouth. The blade withdrew, and the creature went limp on his chest. Cil yelped far louder than he'd like to admit, scrambling backwards to try to get away from the vile thing. Then he looked up at his savior. He was so ready to thank them, ready to praise them for ridding the world of-
"It just. Had to fucking be you."
Sooga. Fucking. Sooga. God Dammit. Sooga kicked the corpse to the side, and made quick work of wiping the blood off of his blade. He tucked it away, before offering his hand to Cil.
"Yes, it had to be me. What happened to you? Normally your reflexes rival mine, but you were acting so helpless."
"None of your fucking business. Why are you even here?"
He smacked his hand away, getting up on his own, and getting his blade off the ground. Sooga folded his arms over his chest.
"Master Kohga requested that I check up on you. You left without warning, and he got worried."
"Master Kohga is terribly considerate. Go back, tell him I'm fine."
Sooga shook his head.
"He wanted to personally ask you if you were fine. Come along."
Cil never turned down a chance to come to Kohga's beck and call. They were there in an instant, and Cil was rather surprised when Kohga grabbed onto his face with both of his oh so soft hands.
"There you are! You left so fast, I thought Von upset you and-whats on your mask?"
Cil could swoon from the sudden bout of caring. Oh the way his thumb caressed his mask. Sooga just had to interject.
"I saved him from a bit of a problem. Lizalfo."
"Oooh- no wonder you look upset. Oh no, you poor thing. Well it's a good thing you thanked him and came right back-"
"He didn't thank me."
Kohga's caring demeanor changed so quickly. He looked VERY cross, and he immediately forced Cil's gaze upon him.
"You didn't thank him for saving your ass?"
"I...no?"
"YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP- you look at him and say thank you right now!"
Cil didn't want to. The hesitation pissed Kohga off, who immediately tugged onto his ear, as if he was a naughty child.
"Ow!"
"NOW, Cil!"
Kohga let go off him, and he turned to Sooga. He sat there, smug as smug could get.
"Well? I'm listening."
"I...thank...you."
"Louder, you're not a child."
Cil inhaled, before exhaling.
"Thank you, Sooga."
"For?"
"Oh you dickhead-"
Kohga cleared his throat loudly, and Cil groaned.
"Thank you, Sooga, for saving me. Happy now?"
Sooga nodded, patting Cil on his shoulder, as if they were buddies.
"You're quite welcome, Cil. You let me know when you leave again. That way I may defeat any lizal-foes in the future."
Kohga laughed, pushing Sooga by his tit.
"Sooga! Look at you! Making jokes!"
Sooga bumped his hips into Kohga in a very obvious, very flirting matter.
"I tend to learn quickly, Master Kohga~"
If you were to ask Cil if he'd choose between watching this display, or the lizalfos.
Give him the fucking lizard.
#asks#Cil#Sooga#Kohga#i misread the prompt somehow#you almost got Cil getting monster fucked#dont ask how this happens
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Captured (Dabi x f!reader)
T/W: blood, rape, extreme violence, kidnapping, dacryphillia?, spitting, misogynistic dabi
WC: 1428
PLEASE read the trigger warnings!
A/N: Thanks to the lovely @romancefiend and @doinmybesthere for beta reading
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Of the things the girl never expected, was to be thrown into a fantasy she once considered erotic. She was one who frequently consumed works of fiction that contained topics of repulsion. Gory, gruesome, perverted and cruel. This woman would read endless pages of hard and strange topics, works of make believe, unreal. But to experience these situations first hand was a nightmare, rather than a daydream.
Pulled from her dream of obscureness and comfort by a loud metal door slamming shut, she awoke. Her eyebrows furrowed and she inhaled sharply, shaking herself from the pull of sleep. Though soon, a piercing headache caused her to slow her movements as she let out a groan of pain. Heavy eyelids struggled to open and her gaze met that of a rough concrete floor stained red with what was assumed to be blood.
“Wh-Where am I?” She mustered out, quietly. Exhausted. Her heart raced as her surroundings became more clear. A small cramped room monochromatic, stained with fluids from victims of whatever atrocities happened before. ‘What happened? How did I get here?’ She thought.
… I was just… I was just walking home. A strange man, covered in grotesque purple skin and staples approached me… I refused conversation… Darkness…
“Good morning.” a raspy voice greeted his new plate of delight. ‘Did he do anything to me? Oh god, what if he touched me? Has he…?’ Question after question raced through the poor girl’s mind and soon enough, panic set in. She struggled against the bindings around her limbs.
It’s just a bad dream. She thought as she closed her eyes. But the all too real tug of restraints reminded her that she was trapped. Bound and clothed in a sweltering room, she began to sweat. Tears followed soon after. So much fear coursed through her as she sobbed into the concrete.
“What’s wrong?” The perpetrator mocked. Black leather boots came into the girl’s line of sight, blocking the stains of blood. The toe of the metal tipped boot came in contact with his victim’s cheek, nudging it up towards himself to see her perspiring and tear covered face. “When a man compliments you, you say ‘thank you’ and smile, right?” The staples in his face pulled harshly on his skin as he curled his lips into a devious smile.
Maniac.
He crouched down, boney fingers brushing into the woman’s hair soon pulling roughly against the strands. “Right? Instead of ignoring me.” He exhaled loudly, breathing onto the girl’s neck. “Repeat after me, thank you.”
Warmth traveled from the scarred palm, to dirty fingernails and onto the scalp of the bound victim. “Th-thank you.”
“For what?”
“Complimenting me.” Her lips quivered and body trembled in the grip of her assaulter.
“Good, but obviously your attitude needs some correcting, right?”
Immense rage filled the woman as she did what she thought would get the maniac to release her. Pursing her lips, she spat at him, hitting him just under his eye. Though he only chuckled in response. A Cheshire grin formed on his burnt face, causing tension against the staples holding clean skin to deformed skin and he spoke low, “I can do that too.”
He recreated her action, spitting onto her dirty, sweaty face. For her, it wasn’t just the grossness it felt to be spat on, it was the sizzling of her cheek and the scorching burn withering away at flesh that the saliva came into contact.
And she screamed.
The constant thrashing and flailing against the concrete finally caused the monster to lose his grip and balance, stumbling in the fight. In panic, she forced her leg towards her attacker’s chest, landing a swift, successful blow.
“I admire your will to fight, but honestly, it’s getting you nowhere.” He picked himself up and extended his left arm. Blue embers for in his palm, soon creating a whirlwind of flames in color comparable to that of his cynical cerulean eyes.
The heat reached her ankles, burning away the restraints but also burning away her mobility. At this point, she was so consumed by fear and pain that the only sound she made was from her choked breathing.
“Time to have some fun.” The man jostled the weeping woman onto her stomach and sat on her rear. He analyzed her body, seeing that she no longer seemed to fight back and deemed it time to unbind her wrists.
Scorching fingers reach into the girl’s pants, hooking underneath the fabrics, removing everything with little struggle. “What a lovely view.” He licked his lips in curiosity; what to do first?
He landed two harsh slaps against her rear, keeping a hand on each cheek and slowly burning his print into her skin. Her muscles contracted but no sound came from her mouth. His thumbs spread her ass apart, and spat between her legs, returning to her that burning sensation. No reaction.
“Call me Dabi, dollface.” He spoke as he began removing his belt. “I wanna hear you scream my name.” Dabi stroked along your folds, in a poor attempt to prepare her, but frankly he didn’t care about how she felt, and soon enough penetrated her. Only her eyes fluttered as Dabi stretched her out, tired from the previous torment.
Scratches against her face from the rough concrete added up with each thrust of Dabi’s hips. Her eyes count the cracks on the wall, in the slightest attempt to take her mind off of the horrendous assault against her. But nothing could really distract her from the feeling of these criminal fingers brushing against her hair, and knuckles digging into her wrists as he pinned her down.
Once Dabi’s thrusting halted, he took time to massage the woman’s shoulder blades. For a brief moment, she enjoyed that feeling. Savoring the gentle hands of a monster giving her a small taste of bliss before violenting spinning her onto her back.
Those same monstrous hands brush the sticky hair out of her face. She gave no reaction as he resumed his assault, reentering and hastening his pace from before.
She stared into his turquoise eyes, watching his face. Grinning, grunting and painting. He enjoyed this. He reveled in her pain and fear.
Fingers traced over her clothed breasts exploring her wrecked, bruised and burned body aiding to his pleasure. Dabi ripped her shirt in half followed by her bra giving him full access to the girl’s chest. His hands continued to wander like snakes wrapping their prey in a grip of death. The pinching and pulling made the woman’s skin crawl.
“Ahh. That’s it. Almost there.” He mumbled to himself. His bony pelvis rammed harder into his prey, and faster. The girl’s entire body scraped against the floor as he reached his climax. “Fuck. So warm.” His words slurred and his nails dug into the woman’s hips, enough to break skin. Boiling semen coated her insides.
“Man, that felt good.” Dabi wiped away his own sweat as he remained inside of her, moving ever so slightly. “Maybe we should go for round two?”
Despite the girl’s refusal, he played with her body, twisting her into different and humiliating poses.
And he goes again.
And again.
And once more.
Smoke rose from Dabi’s body as the victim and attacker became sweaty messes. His final time, he finished while laying on top of her. Finally, he removed himself from inside of the girl to see his own little mess pour out. With a pat on her stomach, he stood up to admire his work.
She panted, struggling to catch her breath and focused on the ceiling. Dabi snickered to himself seeing the state of her pathetic body. “Ah, thanks for the fun.” He adjusted a couple loose staples on his hand. “I might keep you around next time I wanna blow off some steam.”
She rolled onto her stomach and attempted to prop herself up on all fours. Though due to her lack of strength, she ended up crawling towards the back wall. As she moved into a seated position, Dabi redressed himself. She turned back to see him giggling to himself, watching her struggle.
“Here.” Dabi tossed his coat at his victim. “Y’might get chilly. Keep this to warm you up.” Her hands ran over the fabric as it landed on her legs. “Keep it as a reminder for my next visit.” He winked and left the room, locking the door behind him.
His last words stirred inside of the woman as she threw the coat with her remaining strength. He’s going to do it again.
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Bakugou x Black Model!Reader
TW: Bakugou being the Reader’s Superman at the end! Protective and Caring Bakugou.
@fanlovedlt because you’ve been my biggest supporter and all my love goes out to you. I love you and thank you!!! ❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰
“I feel ridiculous.”
Those were the three words out your mouth once you saw yourself in a Mirror. They told you that you would’ve been modeling for an Urban Catalog, which made you curious enough to agree. But when you arrived and saw that the entire staff was snooty, rich, white people... You knew it was all downhill from there. All these 40-50 years old white women with cornrows using words like “Hip” and shit, you wanted to sigh so hard and slap your Forehead, hoping to knock you out. The Head designer that was running this whole thing, was the age of Dolly Parton, and you can bet all your money that this Bitch had a MAGA hat in her possession somewhere. (Bitch let the Hat go! He not even President anymore!)
“Ridiculous?! Darling you look fabulous! You’re catalog is going to end racism over night! I mean, all you guys are wearing clothes like this all the time! Once they see {Full Name or Stage Name}In my new “Urban isn’t Just Black” line.. It will HUGE!” You stared at this Bitch in BLACK DISBELIEF!!! Urban isn’t just Black?! REALLY?! BITCH ARE YOU DYING OF DEMENTIA?!?This Catalog would strip you of your dignity, get you jumped in the hood, ruin your profession as one of the Biggest Models in the industry. “You gotta joking. I can’t.” You said to her. She gave you a look with a raised eyebrow, she scoffed. “What do you mean you can’t? You will! Now go to the set, and I don’t want to hear otherwise.” The lady said, about to walk away, her walking away from you flipped that switch inside you.
“Well That’s Too Damn Bad! You can’t force me to this! Who do you think you are?!” You snapped at her, she turned and smirked at you. “The one in charge of your pay. Now you better do what I say or no money, got it?” You looked at her, She had some nerve! You have more pride and dignity than this, even though she’s right about the money, you’re better than this. You’re not gonna sell out like this. “I Quit.” You said, you didn’t sound confident, but you knew you were sure as hell, not doing this Shoot. “You what?” She asked with a very displeased face. “I Quit! Doing this shoot will only please you, not me. And I’m not sorry when I say I’m not a people pleaser.” You said walking off.
“Consider yourself Done in this industry! I’ll see to it that you will never get another opportunity! And get blacklisted, no one will ever see your face in magazines and billboards ever again!”
Your heart broke. Your whole career gone just like that. Refusing to let her see that she got to you, you had rolled your eyes and said that you didn’t care. But you did care, a whole bunch. You gathered your things, and left out that building as quickly as possible. That’s when the tears really fell, the warm wind from the city blew away your tears as you try not to panic about your career. Your mind started to spin, so you wasn’t watching where you going. You bumped into a strong chest, knocking you back a bit. You looked up with tears heavily in your eyes, you sniffed and apologized.
The strong chest you bumped into you was about to aggressively tell you to ‘Watch it!’ But then he saw the tears in your eyes, your face was stunning, even with the tears in your eyes. Bakugou softened, before you got far, he grabbed your arm. “Hey, are you okay?” You turned around to realize that the guy that you were about to punch for grabbing your arm was none other than, Katsuki Bakugou Hero Name Dynamite. You relaxed a bit, he was a hero, you were safe. “I asked are you alright?” He repeated. He don’t know what possessed him on his day off to becoming heroic for you. But something in your beautiful golden face, and your (e/c) eyes. You seemed to glow even when you’re looking like this.
You broke down, you don’t know why, but you let it all out to him. He cradled you in his arms, shocked and upset. “Hey, hey, calm down.... What’s your name?” He asked in his most gentle voice. You sniffed and looked up at him, “{Name.}” you answered. “You’re career is not over. Take me to the agency that did this to you.” He said, you were shocked. “W-What?” You said confused. “No one should suffer because they stood up for themselves. That line you described sounds awful, and they should be punished for threatening your career like that. You’re gonna be fine, I’ll make sure of it.” He looked down at you with a reassuring smile.
You looked at him with shocked at appreciation in your eyes. “You’ll do that for me? I mean, you don’t even know me.” You said, Bakugou stiffened, you were right, you didn’t know his and same vice versa. But something about you, your foreign features to him, amazed him. He could tell you were someone worth protecting, Plus, he had a little time to spare, might as well yell at some racist woman. “Let’s go.” Bakugou simply said. You smiled, grabbed his hand, and started leading him to the studio. When you entered, you had a confident walk, you were excited, it was time to settle this and save your career.
“Hey Bitch!” You called out to the lady, she turned away from her assistant and dropped her jaw, clipboard, and coffee. She was shocked to see Bakugou standing there, you smirked. “You think you can ruin my career?! Well We! Don’t think so! Dynamite, let her have it.” You said giving him his cue. Bakugou glared at the woman, he could tell that she was a rich, selfish, entitled, racist bitch. “Did you threaten her pay and career?” He asked in a seriously low voice. “Sir- Mr. Dynamite! Please understand that she was rude to me! All I did was ask her to wear our product for this shoot!” The lady tried to explain, Bakugou shook his head. “So when she said ‘No.’ You choose to ruin her career?!” Bakugou added with a lil more volume in his voice.
“She had no right! This is my shoot, and what I say goes! And why are you fighting for her?! Don’t you’re people Hate her kind?” The lady asked. Both you Bakugou went wide eyed and inhaled deeply. You were the first to snap, “Why you prejudice, wrinkly ass Rick Sanchez looking-” Bakugou stopped you by grabbing your hand, catching you off guard. Once he collected his words, he let go and started walking up towards the woman with a disgusted look on his face. “Lady, I’m going to need you to check your privilege, and your ignorance. To answer your question, I don’t hate her kind unlike someone I’m looking at right now. {Name}’s kind is fucking great! Everything from their Hair, to their skin, body type, and Creativity. And I know a lot of other Heroes that loves the same thing, and dating them.
To be honest, I hate your kind. Running around thinking you own the fucking world as you step on people’s dreams and freedom just to get on top. Well let me bring you back to reality. The moment I say something about this incident, it’s gonna spread fast. Not only will you go to court, you’ll lose your money, business, and all that Material shit you like. If anyone’s career is ruined, it’s going to be yours.” The lady was silent, completely stuck and realizing how fucked she was. “So, do you want this incident to get out? Or do you wanna forget this ever happened and you can keep all of your money, and Not mess with {Name}’s career. Dealers choice.
“Fine! Fine! I won’t ruin {Name}’s Career.” The lady said, “Now you’re gonna give {Name} the pay she was supposed to receive today, and Give her an apology as well. And it better be genuine.” Bakugou added. The woman was nervous when she started looking at you, you stood there with your arms folded. “{Name}... I shouldn’t have tried to ruin your just because you said no. I apologize for thinking I was above you.” The lady said. You smiled, “Thank you, now my check?” You asked with your hand sticking out like the Littlest Gross Sister off Proud Family. The Lady demanded her sister to fill out the check quickly. Once the check came into your hands, you felt so good and relieved. You turned to the hero.
“Thank you so much, I know you hear this a lot, but you’re my hero.” You smiled brightly, it was so beautiful to Bakugou, he saw the twinkle in your eyes, the glow you possessed because you’re skin was so skin was so radiant. You grabbed his hand again and you both walked out the studio. Once you two were outside, Bakugou stopped and stared at you. “You okay?” You asked, Bakugou smirked. “Yeah.” He simply responded. “I seriously can’t thank you enough for what you said and did for me.” “Hey, it’s what heroes do.” He said. “I guess this is where we part ways... I’m really glad I bumped into you.” You said as you tried to pull away, but Bakugou’s grip got tighter.
“It doesn’t have to be this way... We can, Go to a restaurant and arcade? If you like?” Bakugou offered. You were shocked by the date offer, you smiled because one of the Top Pro Heroes want to go out with you, who would turn down this opportunity?! You jumped with joy and skipped up to him, “Can we go somewhere with Laser Tag?” You asked him, He smiled “Hell yeah, I bet I can kick your ass!” He declared, that caused you to give a cocky smile as you stared at him, “Oh yeah? Then game on Mr. Dynamite.” Bakugou shook his head, “I’m off duty, please call me Bakugou” He said, you raised one eyebrow. “Is that a first or last name?” You asked. “Last.”
“Okay, before this night ends, I’ll know you by first name.”
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fuck it bugsnax/s4m au notes
alternate title: i’m at that point in liking something where i have to combine it with everything else i’ve liked previously and today i’m making that everyone else’s problem.
- base premise is a lil different! instead of being a journalist who was invited personally to the island by the expedition leader, you (or FK if you consider them a separate character from the player) are tasked with investigating the habitat, a budding commune on snaktooth island that may or may not be devolving into a cult. there’s just one teeny tiny problem - the commune’s leader and also your main suspect, boris habit, has been missing for weeks by the time you arrive.
- now it’s a matter of gaining the inhabitants’ trust/getting them to come back to the habitat while hunting and subduing the bugsnax, who seem increasingly eager to launch themselves at inhabitants at quite literally dangerous speeds, in a battle of wits to keep your newfound companions fed while documenting the strange creatures. and of course, the question of just what happened to boris habit still lingers in the air. think like... talentless nana where the protag pretends to be all cute and unassuming (complete with flower motifs!) but really they’re there on Super Secret Spy Business. but of course there’s less murder.
- oddly the bugsnax seem to have only become more aggressive after his disappearance. i’m sure it’s nothing.
- yes everyone is still a grumpus
- there isn’t really an interview “mechanic” so much as it is a Lot of cozying up to everybody in pursuit of whatever information you can find on habit/potential group rituals/events that led to his disappearance; you get it by bits and pieces rather than a single structured interview. there is of course a lot more interactions between characters than there is in s4m’s base game bc thats like 60% of the appeal of bugsnax and i would be a fool not to think of it.
- time for ideas for specific characters! kamal is the vice-mayor of the habitat and has been habit’s right-hand grump for as long as any of the inhabitants can remember, despite their relationship becoming increasingly strained ever since their arrival on the island, and especially before habit’s disappearance. i imagine you still find him passed out but instead of collapsing from starvation he’s like "please.... toothpaste... a breath mint.... some pepto bismol. i’ve been able to taste my own breath for weeks." has been trying to divide his time between looking after the habitat and looking for habit himself (and also his best friend wallus) but the dispersal of the habitat has left him a tad Demoralized, to say the least.
- i feel like trencil would play a wambus-adjacent role in the sense that he's the one taking care of the sauce plants and also one of the first townspeople you meet. you convince to come back with you not necessarily bc he'd be able to continue farming in town but bc he would probably have an easier time looking for his daughter if he got some sleep first (but only if you look for her in his stead)
- gillis is like. a wannabe chandlo. makes you capture a bunch of snax that he Says he's gonna use to get stronger but eventually you find out he's been releasing them or keeping them in like lil makeshift pet houses bc he always takes one look at their big googly eyes and turns to mush. but EVERYONE'S eating them so naturally if they find out he's not they're gonna think he's some kinda wuss so he just pretends.
- dallas keeps asking for sweet n colorful bugsnax to give to mirphy to impress her (sweetieflies, instabugs, etc etc.) but by some streak of bad luck they always end up being her least favorite. he tries to see if Maybe he can use them to make some new bugsnak-exclusive pigments, but like in canon they always end up turning into mush before he can get very far. mirphy meanwhile is far more interested in preserving them for a potential display, but similar to dallas, she never gets very far.
- i imagine the kid habiticians are like. a roving band of semi-feral children bc if anyone's gonna keep them in town it's definitely not kamal.
- i wanna do something with wallus SO BAD like you find him somewhere up in frosted peak but i have no idea what he would even DO its fucking killing me
- those are all the ideas i have For Now; s4m has more characters than bugsnax so there’s a lot to be done w/ them lmao. if i think of any more i’ll probably put it in another post or if anybody wants to spitball with me....... 👀
- and now we get to The Big Guns: habit.
- he was fun to work on w/ this au mostly bc despite being the rough equivalent of lizbert he’s a way different type of flawed leader than her; where liz is responsible to the point of martyring herself without a second thought and not thinking to delegate any tasks to the other snaxburg residents, which is what ultimately causes them to fall apart once she disappears, habit's deal is that he wants the position and appearance of an authority figure because it'll keep him safe, but he kind of sucks at taking responsibility for anything he does wrong because he’s spent most of his life acting according to what other people (namely his family) expect of him and being met with a negative reception no matter what, so he doesn’t really believe he has power over anything, including his own actions, despite being such a control freak for most of his own game. so his arc would need something that’s kind of antithetical to what liz had, wouldn’t it?
- so what i got so far is that au habit was tryin to covertly start a bugsnax cult bc he sees being asborbed by the snax as a sort of ascension and was eventually planning to have everyone be absorbed; it’s important to note however that bc information on bugsnax is so obscure he doesn’t actually 100% know how absorption works so tl;dr: habit became the bugsnax monarch willingly and then 5 seconds later he was like "oh no wait this fucking sucks. what have i done. shit. fuck."
- unable to cope with the realization that he was once again forced to act in accordance to someone (or in this case something) else's desires, he shuts down emotionally, becoming an empty husk of a grumpus while the bugsnax above run rampant thanks to the extra fuel and absolutely no restrictions until the Big Climax when habit is finally moved to take back control of the snax and by proxy Take Some Fucking Responsibility for knowingly luring people to cthulhu island. however this does leave the obvious question of if he was such an empty shell for most of the game why didn’t they just. eat him.
- the answer i eventually landed on was that his self-preservation instincts were still kicking on a subconscious level and during the aforementioned climax he eventually realizes that he does not in fact want to die, he just doesn’t want to keep living the way he is now (as part of an ancient hivemind beyond his understanding) or the way he was before (you know.)
- also fun fact: i was thinking about what his monarch body would be based off of bc the snakdragon, while cool as shit, didn’t feel right for him, and then i remembered that blooming onions exist. i imagine he’s in the middle acting as the flower’s “stigma”
- as for endings i’m thinking like. in the neutral ending kamal joins habit but its left ambiguous whether or not they'll ever be able to leave the island or if this is even a permanent solution (call that the paw in unloveable paw ending). in the good ending you bust habit outta his queen body after fending off enough bugsnax together and it’s super gross bc the undersnax as a whole is super gross but hey at least everyone’s leaving alive. i don’t know what a bad ending entails except most if not all of the cast is dead and habit is left alone on the island surrounded by reminders of his spectacular failure.
- hell i can even think of a sequel hook for the good ending like in canon bugsnax; some time after the ending/credits you ask habit just Where did he get the information on bugsnax that led to him being like “you could make a religion out of this” and the screen fades to black before you hear his answer. there.
- its almost midnight.
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Good day it’s a new au time cuz BRAIN ROT BRRRRR
Anyhow it’s a “MCU” but not kinda au
big thanks to @doodleimprovement for dealing with my word vomit over this au lol iamsosorry
Ru is a tech company CEO giant with his daughter Harriet (his business partner is his former wife who wants nothing to do with their kid) and adopted the recently orphaned Kaya Solaria after she helped stop a mugger in the alley way (well. Spider King did but her mask got hit off by a bullet and Ru saw it was just a kid and stepped in)
Working on running a company, raising his 6 year old as well as a super powered 15 year old (Kaya actually has Spiderman’s powers, King came after the fact and is tied to how she lost her dad) he ends up getting injured on a business trip after he was taken captive. Upon return he decides to try and ‘be a hero’ as a means to get his eldest to stop sneaking out (she has guilt over her dad dying so tries to be a hero to make up for it despite Ru asking her to wait until she’s 18 at least) he figures if he can get the world (or at least their city) safer, she can rest at ease (cuz he’s a good dad and just wants her to... be a kid. not try to be more than a kid) he uses the Alias “Thorned Snatcher” (as his last name is Thatcher)
Vanessa however wants his new tech as she thinks its the key to a new weapons future and nearly kills Ru when she rips the reactor from his chest. Thankfully he had his old model still and his secretary (Eclipse) and daughters get home in time to help him. he knows if he doesn’t stop Vanessa things will be even worse for his family.
During their fight, he’s knocked down and nearly stops there to tired, but hears his daughters crying for him, specifically for the first time since he adopted her Kaya calls him “Dad”. He knows he needs to keep to his goal and if Vanessa is left free he failed a father.
He manages to get up with the Help of Eclipse who joined the fight, having stalled Vanessa hand to hand despite Vanessa’s weapon suit (sus eclipse is sus) and he’s able to fight again and put an end to her.
he gives Kaya a stipulation when they are waiting on the cops, he’ll let her fight crime, but only when he’s with her.
and thats the first part of this au eve (second bit deals with miss secretary past. A woman who is able to give Kaya a sore hand with a high five despite kaya can stop some extensive things (likepeterstoppingbucky’sfist) and went toy to toy with Vanessa with just a hub cap. Hrm. Cap. Cap. Captain...?)
I actually wrote up when Ru met Kaya. It’s a lil fast pace but I did it on purpose.
“If ya just hand ova ya wallet and yer valuables, you and yers can get out of here with a scar on your little faces.”
Arulius sighed as he heard the mugger and moved an arm to push his 6 year old behind his back. He gently gestured to his watch with a finger, to which she tapped a button on to call their bodyguard, Florence.
“I’m afraid I really don’t have time for this. Harriet has a dance recit--” Arulius clicked his tongue when the gun was pressed up into his neck.
“I’m bein generous, man.” he pressed it further, pulling the hammer back.
“That’s not very polite! Did your dad never tell you not to stick your shooter in people’s faces?” Came a laughing voice. The mugger gasped when black webbing stuck to his back and pulled him to the ground.
Standing perpendicular to the wall was the dark-suited figure, glowing white eyes and jagged smile laughing.
“D-Dad! Dad, it’s Spider King!” Harriet giggled as she hung onto her dad’s leg. He scowled and went to step back.
“YA FREAK!” The mugger tried to fight against the restraints, the primed gun going off in the hero’s direction.
There was a hiss as the masked figure fell off the wall with a solid thud. Arulius scooped Harriet up, only stopping when he saw the vigilante's face, the bullet having knocked her mask off.
“A… A kid?” he grimaced. Why was a CHILD attacking a mugger? Before he could open his mouth to speak there was a hissing.
“N-No King don’t! I’m fine! I’m fine!” the teenager gasped as the black claws she had tore off in slimy chunks, lunging at the mugger. She winced with the crunch as his hands were removed and she paled some, shaking.
Arulius shielded his daughter’s eyes.
“BOSS!” The red head came barreling down the alley, a bit too late when Spider King tried to grab her mask.
“Stop.” Arulius ordered her. She looked up with frightened gold eyes. The tentacles retracting up her sleeves, “wait a moment.”
“Oh gross!” Florence shuddered as she moved to get the mugger up, the man an incoherent mess, “you do this?” she asked the teenager whose temple was bleeding.
She said nothing and gripped her arms as she tried to process. She blinked when tiny hands went to her cheeks.
“BIG SIS IS SO COOL!” Harriet giggled. Her father was talking on his phone.
“I-I’m.. No…” she looked away ashamed, “Y-You… I’m… I just… wanted to help…” she began to sniffle, “I-I didn’t mean for king to…”
“He hurt Sol. Bite back.” The snake-like creature peeked from the girl’s collar.
“I-I told you no biting h---” she placed her hands over her mouth and scurried to her feet, violently vomiting into a trash can. She panted some. Tensing when a hand rubbed her back gently.
“Yes. yes. He shot his own hands off in his confusion. Must be high.” Arulius was standing near her now as he spoke on the phone, “My guard was able to restrain him. Yes. yes I’m fine as is my daughter and the teen he was attacking. Mmhm.”
She flinched when he scowled and tilted her head up, “scratch that, looks like the teen got a bit hurt, but we’ll treat her. Yes. yes. I’ll leave my guard here.” hanging up he shifted his phone to his pocket before licking his thumb and wiping the blood away. She winced.
“O-Ow don’t! That stings!” she whined as tears pooled in her eyes.
King hissed and went to bite him but stopped when the girl sniffled. He nuzzled her cheek as Arulius let go.
“Come on.” he pointed towards the black car that pulled around, “let’s go and then I’m calling your parents.”
She gripped her arms and stood firm, “T-Thanks for calling the police b-but you better f-forget you saw me, Mr. Thatcher.” she chuckled nervously, brushing black hair from her face.
“You know who I am?”
“O-Of course I do! Who wouldn’t?! Thatcher tech is my dream job!” she gasped, “I-I was a-at your summer program--” she covered her mouth.
He clicked his tongue, “the one for highschoolers?” he asked. She whined and moved to run but bumped into Florence who huffed.
“Give me your parent’s number.” Arulius sighed.
“I… I don’t…” she chewed her lip. She was quiet.
“Where do you live at least? I’ll drop you off.” he shook his head.
“PARK!” King chirped.
“Hush!” She fretted.
“The park? You live in the park?” Harriet asked as she stood near the teenager’s legs, “That’s not fun!”
“W-well i-I couldn’t stay at m-my apartment…” The teen frowned. She winced when she was pushed towards the car. Whining and trying to deflect she found herself sitting in the back. Harriet crawled in and grinned as Arulius sat in the passenger’s seat.
“No parents. No house. Now I get why a damn kid is running at muggers.” he rubbed his temples with a groan, “name?”
She was quiet.
“I’m not calling you ‘spider king’ name.” he asked a bit firmer.
“S-Solaria…” she mumbled, “K-Kaya Solaria…” she wiped the tears with the back of her gloves, “A-Are you going to turn me in?? I-I don’t mean any harm Mr. Thatcher! I-I promise! I-I normally do fine!!!”
“How old are you?” He opened the window and put a cigarette in his mouth and leaned out as he lit it up. “Under 18 if you were at the company summer program.”
“I… I turned 15 last month…” she admitted ashamed.
“You’re a few years older than me!” Harriet beamed, “I’m 6!” she grinned.
“I’m more like a decade older…” Kaya chuckled nervously. She looked at the tech company CEO. he had pulled a laptop out and made another annoyed click with his tongue. She winced.
“Your father…. Gabriel Solaria?” he leaned back, “the journalist?”
She nodded.
“Damn shame. He was a decent guy. His stories were interesting.” he flicked through the news reports as Florence got in the driver’s seat.
“Done with the cops?” he asked, “stop by the courthouse.”
“Huh?” she started the engine, “courthouse.”
“P-Please! D-Don’t turn me in! I-I’ll b---”
“I need to grab some adoption papers.” he gave a smirk and looked back at the crying teen, “Since it seems Harriet's getting an older sister. But no more crime fighting.” he shifted to cross his arms and put his feet on the dash. “15… fucking 15. You know what I did at 15??”
“Built a rocket engine that was able to lift a treadmill?” she stated with a small smile.
He blinked and snickered, “okay, yes but I was also just. Going to sch--- do you go to school?”
“I-I’ve been attending school still.” she scratched her cheek, “Um… Subcon Public high…” she sank back in the seat. She jumped when Harriet sat on her and protectively put her arms around the younger girl. She shifted her seat belt around her as well when Florence pulled into traffic.
“Well you’ll have to transfer. Is that an issue?”
She shook her head, “U-Um mr. Thatcher… what… are you planning?” she asked softly.
“Adopting a lost child, and making sure she doesn’t do anything stupid.” he snickered, “Any school you want to attend?”
“I… i you can’t! Y-You just met me!” she gasped in shock, “I-I’m a freak! I’m an accident! I-I have an alien!”
“Meeee” king stated proudly with a cackle.
“Yes but you know what I see? I see a scared kid who’s trying a little too hard.” he scoffed as she stared, “and we’re going to grab adoption papers, then I’m ordering pizza. Any allergies?”
“EAT EVERYTHING,” King laughed.
“Perfect then.” Arulius huffed, “and you can call me Arulius. Since I guess calling me dad off the bat would be weird.” he began to type on his laptop.
She sat there in confusion. She’d simply gone to help someone. And now her idol was adopting her. Her. a mutant spider freak with a parasitic alien.
She reached and pinched her cheek and whined.
Arulius caught this in the rear view and began to cackle loudly.
“Sorry kiddo. You’re awake.”
“B-But why are you just adopting me and not turning me into a lab or something?!” she asked fearfully.
“Dad’s nicer than he looks~!” Harriet giggled, “Can you shoot webs?”
“Mmhm.” Kaya shifted her gloves off and removed the cuff under her sleeve, “its um. An artificial webbing actually, unless King is the one shooting it. He has a gooey webbing.”
Arulius peeked and reached a hand back. She frowned before handing the cuff to him.
He turned it over in his hands with an impressed whistle, “you construct this?”
She nodded, “I-I like engineering and I figured it’d be useful when king’s tired, i-it’s bio degradable too! But really strong!”
“That's how you swing around right?” Harriet asked with sparkling eyes, “What else can you do?!”
“Well I can walk on walls.” Kaya sighed, “I’m pretty strong too? I can lift a car if I focus. I can move fast?” she frowned, “I’ve never really… tho-- STOP THE CAR!” She gasped.
Florence slammed on the brakes as the truck at the intersection sped by.
“There’s um that. Normally I can semi tell something can happen.” Kaya frowned, “s-sorry for yelling.”
“No, by all means!” Florence laughed, “So. Spider King huh?”
“W-well it’s cuz I’m spider-esque and then King.” she pet the alien who chirped.
“What’s his deal?” Arulius asked but got silence, “alright another day then.”
Florence parked the car as Arulius got out.
“Wait here,” he stated and Kaya just gave a nod. He threw her web shooter back and she caught it with wide eyes, “You’re grounded from crime fighting until you’re 18, but I won’t take your web shooters.”
“Ah… okay…?” she blinked as he shut the door and headed up. She leaned into the seat and just sat there. Very confused.
“Can I call you big sis? Or kai??” Harriet asked the older girl.
“Oh… um… I guess you can call me whatever….”
“Kaya’s a cute name.” Florence chuckled, “Crime fighting though. What a hobby.”
“I… I just wanted to help people…” she admitted softly, “I have these abilities so I thought I needed to…”
“Can you swing with me when we get home? We have a big tree in the yard!” Harriet giggled, “can you sign my daily bugle of you??”
“I’d rather not…” Kaya chuckled.
“Sleepy.” King huffed.
“Exhausted,” Kaya admitted as she shut her eyes. She barely registered she’d fallen asleep.
After a bit Arulius returned with the needed paperwork. He blinked and smiled as he looked in the back seat. The superhero passed out, his daughter sleeping against her.
Kaya’s arm rested around Harriet, and even King was putting his head on the girl.
“Well, not the oddest thing I’ve ever dealt with.” he spoke softly as Florence started the car once more. He flipped through the papers, “seems people had no idea she was on her own. Thought her uncle had her but turns out he lied and was just taking the financial support.” he grumbled, “there’s some messy hearings but I think I can just. Pay it off.” he looked back and gave a smile, “hey free babysitter.” he snickered.
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He tapped his foot as he crossed his arms with a huff.
“Kaya.”
She looked away ashamed.
“What did I say?”
“No webbing in the house unless you’re watching.” she mumbled.
“And then why is the house covered in webs?” he asked with a twitch of his eyebrow.
“I-I was just playing with Hattie!” she defended. She huffed and he smirked. She seemed a bit more settled in if she was copping an attitude, “I-I’ll clean it up! I promise Mr. Thatcher!”
“Arulius. I told you, use my first name. You’re my kid now you know.” he sighed and headed inside.
She stepped aside and rubbed her neck, looking at the floor, “I-I can’t just… call you your name… that’s rude…”
“You’re my kid now, it’s weirder if you keep calling me “Mr. Thatcher” I’m not asking you to call me dad but.” he chuckled.
“THOT!” king sang loudly as the teen’s face turned red.
“I-I didn’t teach him that! I swear!”
#sketch#digital#ahit au#crossover#ahit prince#ahit snatcher#ahit hat kid#kai#mcu#this has been my brain rot today#btw i have eclispes half figured out as well#she just didnt really fit much into this post cuz its more focused on the family aspect#did y'all know marvel was my 'first' fandom?#like my first ever oc was a superhero oc based on marvel and dc back when i was a kid#i still have her i just dont use her much
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