#i don't often talk about my childhood so thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk about someone who meant a lot to me

[steodraws]

Crimson Snow: Mistletoe and Memories ❄️

disclaimers: this story contains angst, sad, tension, literally no happy ending feels, drama and it's bada's pov. remember it's a work of fiction, none of this represents what i truly think about bada's/bebe's character or nature! it is meant for fun and entertainment purposes only. also, i'm not a native english speaker and this is my first ever fanfiction so keep that in mind and be nice please. thank you 🩵

Summary: "Old flames, city lights, and buried memories — Bada Lee, against her own wishes, returns to Incheon for Christmas. Amidst the moonlit whispers and the unyielding snowfall, she's compelled to confront a past she believed buried beneath the frost."

WC: 2.1k

"Yes, mom, i'll be there for Christmas," i muttered into the phone, my voice tinged with a hint of disdain.

"This city gives me the creeps," i ponder.

Incheon is like a patchwork of bitter memories; every street corner bears the weight of choices made and opportunities lost. This place represents a chapter of my life I struggle to bury.

Regrets, disappointments—I tried to shove those aside a while ago, or at least attempted to.

Nevertheless, i made a promise to my mother about being there for Christmas. What foolishness it is to commit to something i might not fulfill. Yet, is it too late to reconsider? Can i claim i couldn't secure a flight on time?

Idiot; no turning back now. I wonder how much longer i'll keep evading my past.

"I just wish i don't run into her there," i murmur with a slight tremor in my tone. I knew all too well whom i was talking about.

It's exactly 9 o'clock, my train departs in about 30 minutes. Unfortunately, i'll be in Incheon in a few hours.

"I can't believe you're finally coming back here! I guess i'll have to spend Christmas at your mom's house if that's the case," a sharp, loud feminine voice speaks over the phone; Lusher, a childhood friend.

Lusher has always been with me throughout our high school years and even into adulthood. Despite me moving to Busan a few years ago, we've kept in touch. She always mentions how much she misses me and that i should visit more often, to which i consistently reply, "Maybe someday."

It seems that day has finally come.

"Stop. Don't get too excited; i don't intend to spend much time in this place," I retort, my tone indifferent.

"The entire city already knows you're coming back, Bada."

Briefly, i freeze and fall silent. I only plan to make a short visit to my family, precisely.

"Incheon is wide-ranging; i doubt everyone really knows," I reply, an attempt to reassure myself that my plans won't change.

"Lin knows."

As soon as she counters, i instinctively hang up the phone, my back colliding with the seat of the moving train.

This definitely cannot be happening.

I was praying fervently not to encounter her during my time in Incheon, and i hope it stays that way. Regardless, she wouldn't want to see me after all these years... no, she hates me. I hope she hates me.

It felt like time stood still; i couldn't tell whether i had plunged into a deep sleep during those four hours of travel or if i had ended up in a temporal lapse. I open my eyes, and there's Incheon Station outside the window.

The time has come to face this city once again, with people bustling around, knee-deep in Christmas preparations just hours away.

I step off the train, grab my luggage, and find myself compelled to smile at strangers who somehow recognized me, waving as they passed. Perhaps they did, considering i gained some visibility after opening my dance studio in Busan. Or maybe it's simply because i am notably taller than the average Korean women; either of these reasons would be plausible.

My eyes scan the surroundings, searching for a familiar figure in the crowd. Mom said she would be waiting at the end of the station, my next stop.

"Bada!" Someone yells my name amid that human sea, resembling canned sardines.

My older sister came to greet me, slightly shorter than me, with a delicate and sweet appearance framed by her impeccably cared-for dark brown hair and welcoming smile.

"Haeda!" i respond, happy to see a familiar face, rushing to hug her.

"Mom couldn't come; she's busy with preparations for the dinner later," she shares, helping me with the luggage. "Lots of people are excited to see you, little sister! We're glad you've come back."

"I haven't come back; i'm just joining you for this Christmas season," I respond seriously, making it clear my stay won't extend beyond Christmas.

"You've always been a bit grumpy, haven't you?" she laughs, teasingly.

Finally out of the station, we settle into a taxi. During the ride, we chat casually and laugh about things that happened during our time apart. I'm trying to have some fun as much as possible.

"So, how's your love life?" she asks, innocently.

Oh, crap.

"I don't really want to get into that," i reply, slightly irritated by the question. The fun and nice atmosphere that surrounded us moments ago seems to have abruptly evaporated.

"Seems like you still think about Lin," she murmurs softly to herself, sighing calmly, yet i hear her loud and clear.

I arch my eyebrows, surprised and bothered by Haeda's comment. I plan to stay silent, but i can't resist.

"Why do you always bring her into everything? It's been years since we last spoke; she was just a kid. Now, forget about it," i assert firmly aiming to put an end to the subject once and for all. The silence in the taxi becomes deafening.

Not even five minutes pass, and i ask the taxi make an unscheduled stop.

"Aren't you going home?" my sister inquires, confused.

"I promised to have lunch with Lusher; there's a café around here," i reply, still maintaining a slight arrogance in my voice.

"I'll drop your bags off at home then," she understands, nodding.

I step out of the vehicle and grab my phone, immediately calling Lusher, asking her to meet me where i am. She agrees without a second thought.

A short time passes, and i spot a girl of average height, black hair, always smiling, with a high-pitched voice that stands out in the crowd. She runs towards me as soon as she sees me.

"Is that really you, Bada? It's been ages since i saw you. Have you grown even more?" Lusher enthusiastically hugs me, talking without even taking a breath.

"Looks like you're still talkative... and no, of course, i haven't grown more. I'm already 26. Now I'm just going to shrink," i reciprocate her warm hug as we head to the café.

"Tell me, how's Busan? How's your studio doing? I want the whole scoop!"

"We don't have time for me to give you the full rundown. Overall, the city is comfy, and the studio is doing well," i say, a bit curt; i'm not one to drag out my words.

"That's it? Nothing interesting happening?" she says in a frustrated sigh, still curious about my life.

"I know where you're going with this, miss Lusher, but i'm not commenting on that. I'm kind of fed up with this topic," i respond, making my exasperation clear.

We lapsed into silence for a few minutes until someone finally spoke up; she seemed nervous.

"Listen, i messaged Lin yesterday." She pauses, intending to continue talking.

Lin, Lin, Lin—I'm tired of hearing that name.

"She seems to want to talk to you," Lusher finishes, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Unfortunate. I've already stated that I'm only here for Christmas with my family," i halt, clenching my fists, wanting to say more but finding myself unable.

"Bada, you know she was deeply hurt after you left." Lusher attempts to ease the situation. "After all, you left without telling anyone, not even me."

"I didn't have to tell anyone. I've said that before; new opportunities arose, and that's what happened. Am I to blame for considering my future?" I say, feeling a slight warmth in my body due to the anger this topic brings up

"There's no issue with you wanting to pursue your dreams; the problem was leaving her in the dark out of nowhere. I think you should talk."

"Lusher, i've had enough. I don't owe her any explanations, it's over. I've paved my own way, and she's chosen hers, end of story." Rising abruptly, i toss money on the table for Lusher to settle the bill and i make a swift exit.

I sense Lusher's gaze on me, even though i haven't cast a glance back after leaving the place.

This is why i hate this city—the people, the environment, everything reminds me of her. I despise it; I despise being so coward and weak, unable to endure an environment where her name lingers. Tears stream down my face as i silently reassure myself, "The past is the past; it'll be fine."

It won't be fine.

For quite a while, i just roam around the city, immersed in the festive Christmas decorations and the chilly yet pleasant atmosphere. Families stroll along snow-covered roads, little cafes are buzzling with events, and everyone radiates happiness, caught up in the joy of being together—while i meander alone. I'm the odd one out here.

The city lights gradually begin to flicker on, signaling the encroaching darkness. It's time to head home for the Christmas Eve feast, but before that, i need something to ease my stress.

I head to a nearby convenience store, searching for a pack of cigarettes. I randomly choose any available brand, pay, and head towards a secluded alley.

Turns out, i'm not the only one there; a woman next to me doing the same, and i can't quite see her face. I shake my pockets, searching for my lighter.

"Fuck..." i mutter softly as i lean against the wall, frustrated.

Suddenly, i notice something fall to the ground, accompanied by words.

"Pick it up," the woman, slightly mysterious but oddly familiar, says, tossing the lighter onto the snow-covered ground.

I quickly bend down to grab it. "Thanks," I express promptly, attempting to say something more. "Do you come here often?"

"Sometimes, only when i think about my ex." She pulls the cigarette calmly, allowing the smoke to envelop her face in a thin mist. An ephemeral cloud of smoke slowly wafts around me.

"We're in the same boat," i muse, giving a little laugh at her comment. "Does your ex smoke?"

"Since I've known her. She was always cautious so i wouldn't end up like her; nevertheless, here i am," she narrates with a tense tone.

"You shouldn't smoke; judging by your voice, you've quit for a long time. You should stop while you still can," i suggest while lighting my cigarette with the borrowed lighter.

"Look who wants to give me a moral lecture," she laughs, mocking. The whole situation is ironic.

"Pfft, you don't even know me; you probably think i'm a hypocritical smoker," i admit, in a casual tone.

"Definitely."

"Maybe i really am, but I still have feelings!" I laugh, playfully.

She seems serious now, and we stay silent for a few seconds.

"Have you ever thought about your ex's feelings when you two broke up?" she inquires, finishing her last drag before dropping the cigarette on the ground and crushing it under her foot.

I remain motionless, confused, and unsure of how to respond.

"I'm just messing with you; after all, i don't even know you." She lets out a nervous laugh before completely disappearing into the darkness of that dimly lit alley.

"I'm home," i announce, slipping off my shoes and opening the door.

My mother greets me with a smile as she sets the dining table with the help of my father and sister.

"You're here! It's so good to see you, dear," my mother smiles warmly and hugs me. The scent of kimchi fills the air; she must have been cooking for a long time.

"What's that smell of smoke..." She makes a disgusted face, and i quickly plan an excuse.

"There were some delinquents smoking in the streets; the smell must have clung to me," i say cautiously.

"Looks delicious," i observe the meal on the table after greeting everyone present, trying to change subjects. Despite my reservations about Incheon and the memories this city brings, i feel welcomed and relieved with my family by my side.

"Let's eat!" My father exclaims, excitedly, sitting down and preparing to enjoy the eagerly anticipated tteokguk, a unique skill of my mother.

A few minutes were left for the long-awaited December 25th, and the countdown unfolded gradually.

"I'm eager to know what you brought for us from Busan, little sister!"

"Did i have to bring a present?" I laugh ironically, joking. "Just kidding, i'm sure you guys will like it!"

1 minute to the 25th.

"Wow, i can already hear the neighbors starting the countdown," my sweet and dear mother says.

A sound echoes at the door.

"Knock, knock."

30 seconds to the 25th.

"Oh, let me get that!" I quickly get up from my seat and head to the door.

10 seconds to the 25th.

I grab the keys and swiftly unlock the door, while my family had already started the countdown.

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."

I can't believe who is on the other side of the door.

"Lin?"

"Merry Christmas!" the whole family celebrates in unison as i stand there, paralyzed, looking at my former love standing right in front of me.

aaand we're done! i don't know if i should make it a series or not since i'm the lazy type but lmk! also tysm for @/kiyaedits for the dividers. i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did, thank you for reading. ❄️

[starlightswordfight]

rescue corps headcanons because I'm insane

(there are many)

– mirror pronouns pom

– that's all I got

– man!!

– Bernard started TALKING in this specific MANNER for the BIT years and years back and now he can't STOP he is STUCK someone HELP him

– he ALSO might be doing it to try to put EMPHASIS on the words he believes should have it and sometimes HE DOES not succeed

– he reads as ADHD coded to me but it might be because I also talk like that so take that with a grain of salt

– "HEY GIRL. I MEAN ANY PRONOUNS"

– Bernard had the most normal home life by far. No contest, won by default. I have a GREAT relationship with both of MY parents because they LOVE me

– he is incredibly observant. alarmingly so. will sometimes act out of the loop on purpose, if he thinks things would just be easier that way. accidentally learns everything about everyone, the guy's an information magnet and he doesn't know how to feel about that

– do you guys think Russ has made a spacesuit with the doc ock arms because I think he has and that he actively uses it on missions

– occasionally jumpscares people and giggles about it. he got the tendency to do this from his mother, who can smell fear

– while I doubt Russ would do things "for the bit" he would ABSOLUTELY act on impulse in the name of the scientific method. this has gotten him hurt before. it's fine

– does not make coffee he just eats the fucking grounds. "it's a Giyan thing, you wouldn't understand" this is not true at all he is LYING

– Russ and Yonny get into frequent arguments (light banter) about literally everything and I mean Everything. They could work together they'd be really powerful that way, but they don't

– Russ has so many genuinely funny science puns that he makes and no one ever gets them and it devastates him

– except for Yonny, who is too busy searching for ethics guideline loopholes to acknowledge that he understands the joke

– Yonny has the most HORRIFIC life stories and will drop them CASUALLY. thought they were funny, is only now beginning to realize that it does in fact make people concerned and uncomfortable when he does that

– prefers paper books to digital because he's prone to headaches!! cites "phone bad book good" as the official reason but that's not the reason

– nonbinary and evil. presentation tends to "default" as masc but switches up often! hey girl I mean any pronouns

– knows like a hundred million dead languages for absolutely no reason

– makes art in his spare time because murder is wrong

– Shepherd sleeps with a nightlight, or at the very least can't rest well in complete darkness!! she's just like me fr !!!!

– "she snores" thank you duncan for your contribution. honk shoe

– also I think she might be autistic I can't fully back that one up do not ask me to but look at her. she cares about dogs the way I care about fish

– prone to coming across the wrong way, tone wise. very very good at giving backhanded compliments that were meant to be fully sincere and just got horribly lost in translation. this keeps her up at night. she feels AWFUL

– big fan of karaoke!! not exactly GOOD at it but we love her initiative

– as afraid as she is of the pikmin, their voices and funny little words are very catchy and she does find herself repeating them often. she will not admit this. it is embarrassing

– Collin is also autistic. I could make an entire separate post on this I'm being so goddamn serious, I have so much reasoning, I am fully confident that he is, and that he masks REALLY hard, and it enormously fucked him up

– special interest in machinery (NO ONE saw THIS coming)

– transmasculine. his name is a pun on "call in." heard the phrase and realized he had the opportunity to do the funniest thing ever

– we only hear about his grandfather, and not even from him; no other family is mentioned at all!! went no contact with like everybody else, above points might be why. people with normal childhoods don't stand like that

– adding onto the canon sleep talking with sleep movement! a LOT of it! has probably kicked someone before!!

– "he wakes up upside down" thank you duncan

– i think maybe Dingo might still have glow stick light up bones. will rediscover this one day during an expedition mishap and it will be an Experience

– not a hc but Dingo is the type of guy to get bit in a zombie apocalypse and not tell anyone until the literal last second

– "he would also say "fuck my stupid baka life"" thank you duncan

– would fight by rolling up his sleeves and jumping around cartoonishly. he would more likely talk like he's winning the fight when he is in fact actively losing. "had enough yet? (on the floor)"

– definitely games and he wins the competitive ones by button mashing. "I'll never tell you my strategy" he prays that's the strategy

– his sleep schedule is NOT normal. it's so beyond skewed. he either gets like 2 hours of sleep or he wakes up the following night not knowing what year it is

[come-away-with-me87]

Modern Hearts Chapter 5

Chapter 4 here

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"Well, Y/N, first thing on the agenda today will be for you to sit in at the faculty meeting.  You won't need to attend these often, this will just be a good opportunity to meet the teachers."  Nezu looked down at this watch, "which actually starts in five minutes.  Let's go, shall we?" And the three of you began your descent down the hallway to where they were going to hold the faculty meeting.  "Don't worry," Nezu said, "Toshinori will give you the full tour after the meeting so you know where everything is."

You made it into the room where the faculty meeting was being held, and your eyes went directly to the man in all black.  It was the man from the picture.  And the man from your dreams, you thought awkwardly.  Why did he look so familiar to you?  Nezu then spoke up, "ahem, everyone!  I wanted to introduce you to U.A. High's new librarian.  This is Y/N L/N."  As soon as Nezu said your name, the man in all black's eyes whipped towards you and just stared at you with...well, you couldn't exactly tell what kind of look it was.  Disgust?  Bewilderment?  Surprise?

Nezu then went around the room in the order of how everyone was sitting and introduced them by their names, "Y/N, you've already met Toshinori.  Please let me introduce you to Nemuri Kayama, Hizashi Yamada, Anan Kurose, Snipe, Sekijiro Kan, and last but not certainly least, Shouta Aizawa."  Shouta...Aizawa?  Your-best-friend-from-elementary-school-Shouta-Aizawa?  Suddenly, everything clicked; the reason he looked so familiar to you, the reason he stared at you when Nezu introduced you, and even the dream you had about him.  

You decided that right then and there was not the right time to try and catch up with your old friend, so instead, you politely said, "it's a pleasure to meet you all."  Shouta actually looked relieved when you said this, more than likely not wanting all of the attention on him.  Well, if that's how he still was like he was in your elementary school days.  You took a chair and sat down in between Toshinori and Nemuri.  Nemuri leaned over to you and whispered, "it'll be nice to have another pretty lady around here!"  You couldn't help but blush at her statement, and quietly whispered a thank you back to her, to which she winked.

This may have been bad, especially since it was your first day, but you didn't hear a single word that anyone was saying during the faculty meeting.  All you could think of was the fact that Shouta Aizawa also worked here.  What were the chances?  You truly thought that, after you left Japan in third grade, you would never see him again.  And yet, here he was, teaching at the same school you worked at.  All of a sudden, Nezu announced the end of the meeting, asking Toshinori to take you on a tour of the school.  Before leaving the room, you stole one more glance at Shouta, who was still staring at you.  You left the room, and just knew you were going to have to find a way to talk to him at some point today.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" Toshinori asked, breaking you out of your trance.  "Oh, ha no, that wasn't bad at all," you replied.  "Is everything okay, young Y/N?  You look like you've seen a ghost."  You couldn't help but burst out laughing at that statement, which made Toshinori even more worried-looking.  As you walked, you went on to explain to him that you and Shouta were childhood best friends, telling him how you even stayed in touch for a little while after you moved to America.  "Then the letters became fewer and fewer, and then they stopped altogether.  I guess life just got in the way, huh?"  Toshinori looked surprised, "wow, that's quite a story, Y/N.  You two are definitely going to have to catch up at some point!"  You looked up at him, "that's the hope."

You two continued on your tour of the school.  He showed you the four different departments, the teacher's lounge area, the cafeteria, and finally, the library.  "And this, my new friend, is where I leave you for now.  I have to get to class myself," he said with a smile.  You thanked him for everything, to which he bowed to you and made his way out of the library.  You made your way around the library, where they had all types of books: fiction, non-fiction, graphic novels, history books, autobiographies, poetry; you name it, they had it.  You took the opportunity to flip through some of the books, absorbing all of their knowledge in one flick.  You eventually planned to do this with all the books in the library.  It would take a while, but it would be very beneficial for when a student needed a specific book; you would know exactly which one to help them pick.

The bell suddenly rang, which meant homeroom was over, and the students were on their way to their next classes.  You looked around, nobody was in the library at that moment.  This may be a brazen move for your first day, but you closed the library behind you, and made your way to the teacher's lounge in hopes of seeing Shouta to briefly catch up with him.  You went to the teacher's lounge; nope, he wasn't in there either.  You thought maybe he stayed behind in class after the bell rang, so you made your way over to class 1-A, internally thanking Toshinori for the tour he gave you earlier.  You made it to class 1-A, where you finally spotted Shouta at his desk, looking like he was grading papers.  You lightly knocked on the door, and stepped in saying "hello, Shouta..."

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To be continued...

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Tag list: @jaguarthecat - thank you for being the first person to ever ask to be tagged in one of my fics! I'm honored <3

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hi again! I have another Idea and yes It’s feitan again I’m so sorry I love him and you do him wonderfully. Okay so my idea is either a a baking Date or picnic which ever is better for you. And as we are talking to him He says like I love you for the first time. Like during it he realized how much he liked y/n but when asked if he said it he Denys it even though y/n heard it clear as day. sorry if this doesn’t make sense .

Hi, thank you for the ask! It makes sense, no worries!

Feitan x reader - three simple words

He hated the idea of staying in one place for too long, it wasn't something he was used to anymore. However, after the troupe decided to split up and meet up again after a month, Feitan was forced to spend time alone. He asked Phinks and Shalnark if he could tag along, but they said to him "don't you have a date to take care of?"

Feitan was found with you during the month off of troupe duties. He spent most of the day reading your book collection and watching you do your daily activities. Finally, after you got fed up with him quietly peering over your shoulder without any mention of doing things together, you decided to do a stay-at-home date. Besides, it wasn't like he wanted to go out for dinner ever (he would ask if the two of you could just steal food instead).

"What's all of this?" he asked, pointing at the multiple boxes and containers sitting on your kitchen counter.

"Oh, it's what we're doing today! You and me, we'll be baking!" you smile at him, setting down the last few tools needed to make some delicious desserts. Feitan looked at you with confusion.

"Does it look like I bake?"

"You can always try something new? I saw you reading the baking book yesterday," you pointed out.

"...fine." Feitan glared at you, but you knew he wasn't upset, maybe a little embarrassed over something trivial. He did want to keep his deadly-torturer status alive and baking didn't always fit the image.

Both of you got started, deciding on making something simple because it was his first time. You asked him about sweets back in Meteor City, and he said they didn't have much but he did enjoy these cookies he would find from the collected food items or from the caretakers of the place. After some thorough details, you found out he was describing chocolate chip cookies, a staple for childhood memories.

"I didn't know you had a bit of a sweet tooth," you said while grabbing the flour.

"Not that I love them, I just remembered it from childhood," he replied. Of course, Feitan wasn't the type to enjoy sweets, that was Chrollo's job. However he did enjoy the occasional bit of sugary sweet goodness.

While he read you the ingredients you measured everything out. He would correct you from time to time when he didn't think you did it correctly (as if he knew how to bake though). For the eggs, he was surprisingly persistent on cracking them himself. Once it was all finished, you shaped the dough into little balls and placed them onto a tray and popped it into the pre-heated oven. It would take a few minutes before the whole flat that you lived in smelled like cookies.

"You haven't baked before, right? How is it so far?" you asked while sitting in front of the oven. It was a habit that you got into during your childhood, watching the cookies rise and expand was quite fun when you were younger. Feitan didn't answer right away, but he did give an approving nod.

"Meteor City didn't have a lot of opportunities like this, but we did try baking once," he said after a long pause. "Chrollo suggested it."

"How did it turn out?"

Feitan chuckled, shaking his head. "We almost burned the whole building down, sadly Chrollo was the only one that knew how to read the book and he read the time wrong."

You looked at him, he was smiling softly to himself, something extremely rare. While you wanted to tease him for looking so cute, you knew he would immediately go back to his deadpanned look so you kept it to yourself.

"We should do this more often," you suggested, leaning onto his shoulder as he was sitting next to you. He didn't push you off anymore, likely he was getting used to physical affection.

"...It would be nice," he replied, even quieter than he was talking before. "Because it makes it feel like I'm back home, I love you for the comf—" he stopped. Wait, was he getting sentimental? Emotional? No, he couldn't be talking like Chrollo, he hoped that his mumbling was bad enough that you didn't catch him, or maybe that his grammar was bad that you didn't understand him but with the way you suddenly straightened your back and whipped your head to look at him said otherwise.

"Wait, wait you just said...did you just say you 'love' me?!" you were grinning, you looked so happy that he felt his face redden.

"No, I wouldn't say some sappy shit like that," he quickly snapped back, he was getting pouty, a dead giveaway that he did in fact tell you those three words.

"Noo I heard you right I'm sure of it," you teased him. He gave you a quick glance but continued to glue his eyes onto the cookies that were baking in the oven.

"I did not, you didn't hear me say that."

"Then what did you say?"

"It's like home, that's it."

"No. you trailed off more than that!"

"I did not."

"Did so!"

Before the two of you could argue more the oven sounded off that the cookies were ready. Feitan stood up and opened the oven and because of how flustered he was he was about to grab the hot tray with his bare hands.

"Fei wait your hands!"

You ended up taking care of the cookies as he was sitting awkwardly at the counter. Thankfully he didn't burn himself because you pulled him back, however he was more thankful that your attention was on something other than the soft moment he got earlier.

The cookies looked amazing, however the sweetness was even better. It was a warm buttery taste that Fei had forgotten about, he was sure most of the troupe didn't remember how it was like to eat something fresh like this too. However, he was sure he was finding it sweeter than usual because you were with him, though he would never admit that nor make the mistake of letting you hear him say "I love you."

[luna-loner]

Hi!

Take that as me considering you the Kanzaki connaisseur, but I was genuinely curious about your point of view on a trivia:

Yoshida Taisei crush on Kanzaki Yukiko. It's only ever mentionned in the character profiles, and they don't interact in canon.

The logic goes that he sees her - and his expression softens up - when he turns his head to his left, since their seating is next to each other. (and Hazama has the time of her life observing the shenanigans from her seat behind Kanzaki 😂)

I don't ship them in the slightest, but I think that we can look at it as yet another point on how Kanzaki is percieved by her classmates;

Yoshida is her polar opposite, and I personally imagined the crush to be very surface-level, attached moreso to her exterior and assumed identity of "sweet, demure girl with good grades" (very realistic middle school crush, in a way 😂).

But still, I was wondering what your thoughts on it, your input, are. Their constrast is interesting, to say the least, and I guess we can either ignore it/find a way to go around it, or use it to see what it tells us about these two.

Do you have any headcanons or anything about Yukiko's point of view, etc etc.?

Thanks in advance, have a good day! :)

What if I told you I briefly shipped them at one point? The Tough motorcycle guy x Madonna gamer girl dynamic is pretty fun to think about. Give me a proper lady on her boyfriend's bike and I'll kiss your generous hands. (Meanwhile, Papa Kanzaki looks like he's about to have a panic attack XD)

I've never invested in Yoshida, so this ship didn't sail for me. The ideas above were me seeing him as a trope rather than a character. And GakuYuki's already living rent-free in my mind

That said, from what I've read about him, I interpreted his character as a secret softie with a tough exterior. A nice guy who likes other nice people; it'd make sense why he'd like Yukiko.

I think Yukiko has noticed him looking at her, and it has made her uncomfortable given her horrible luck with men. It doesn't help that the Terasaka gang weren't the most cooperative and agreeable bunch early on in the series.

But as the year goes on and the gang gets along with the rest of 3E, she starts to see them in a more positive light. As for bike boy, he challenges her to racing games as a way to get close to her. (Also because he was surprised she turned out to be a master gamer and thought it was cool) Yoshida would always drop some vehicle facts. Sure, it's mostly bike-related but he knows some stuff about cars, trains, and even planes. Yukiko may not be interested in these things, but she respects him for cultivating such vast knowledge on something he's passionate about. My girl can relate since she prolly knows so much about her hobbies and passions (flowers, Japanese, games, elderly care, etc...).

And ofc, we can't NOT bring up Hara. I like to think Yukiko visits her often to learn recipes for the elderly, and Yoshida tags along (when he's not hanging out with the gang). This gives them more opportunities to interact, and Hara probably has some funny stories from Yoshida's childhood. I can also see the three eventually forming study groups even during high school, and Yukiko helping Yoshida with Japanese (and maybe other subjects) either through texts or in-person. Another thing, they'd definitely partner up to plan Hara's birthday surprises and figure out which gifts to buy.

Hazama would not be Hazama if she doesn't tease the living daylights out of Yoshida. Picture the two sitting together when Hazama casually says Yukiko's behind him (she's not) and Yoshida just jumps. She wouldn't overdo it, or tell the rest of the gang about it (though I don't doubt some of them have noticed, like Itona for example). She'd also try to talk to Yukiko and tactfully bring Yoshida up just to know how the other girl feels about him, or if she's aware of Yoshida's crush on her, which brings me to the next point: All of this fanon interaction can lead to one of two things:

Yoshida starts to see her in a platonic light and they become good friends.

Yoshida's romantic feelings for her grow stronger now that he's gotten to know her a bit more. As for Yukiko, she may or may not like him back.

(Or he starts to see her as friend while she starts to catch feelings for him, which is both hilarious and sad imo...also, why must I torment my girl??)

One more thing, you pointed out how similar they are. I'd like to add that their reason for falling into E Class is virtually the same. She spent too much time at the arcade, while he spent too much time at the racetrack. Whether their relationship takes a romantic or platonic route, I'd like to see them discuss this eventually and bond over it.

And that's all I've got. Sorry it took so long; I was busy irl and didn't know how to properly articulate all my thoughts. I tend to be a perfectionist when it's something related to my best girl, but this was really fun to think about. Hope you liked it!

[acacia-may]

Since it's also a ship of yours, how about 🧡💚💘 for David Swallow x Letoile Becquerel? I think it sounds interesting as a ship and well, would be nice to have a bit more about it, like for a lot of rare pairs 🥰

Hi there, friend! Thank you so much for this ask! I was so excited when I saw it that I just wanted to answer it immediately (since I just thinking about them earlier and wanted to keep that momentum 🥰). It is definitely a rare pair, but I've always been really fond of it. I really like Letoile and David as characters (they're both my "Little Trees" 🌲), and the idea of them as a pairing is just so incredibly fun to me because they're so different from each other but I can see them complementing each other really well. In my Future Problems Universe, they are married with three kids, so even though I don't really talk about them (and never finished the story I started writing about them 😅), I secretly love them. 💖 This one of my favorite Black Clover ships, to be perfectly honest with you, and I'm really happy to have the opportunity to give them some attention! 🥰

Headcanons are below the cut. Thank you so much for playing my Bye Bye Writer's Block Headcanon's Game! 💕

David Swallow x Letoile Becquerel Headcanons

🧡-- Childhood/Backstory

David and Letoile didn't really get off on the right foot as they were both selected for the Golden Dawn at the same time (from the same entrance exam) when they were 15 and as the newest members were often compared to each other and forced to team up despite their wildly different personalities. Letoile found David to be wild, boisterous, immature, and irresponsible, and David thought she was a real stick in the mud and would tease her for being uptight and a killjoy. In my mind, he developed romantic feelings for her early on, but (as a teenager), he handled them in a very immature way (mostly by joking around about them inevitably dating one day and/or about her "clearly" being in love with him) which was off-putting to her and made it difficult to see that he was actually, genuinely interested in her and not just teasing her. She made it clear that she wasn't interested, and, I think, in her mind, she really considered him the absolute last person that she would ever want to go out with (perhaps even to the extent of being a little too insistent on this).

However, as they time passes and they deepen their friendship, she really comes to know him better and build more of a respect for him, and she eventually realizes (to her horror, lol. I'm just kidding) that she might actually be open to a relationship with him (in one of those classic "...oh. Oh no." moments 😂). But of course, being Letoile, she tells no one, until she sorts out her feelings. Meanwhile, practically everyone and their grandmother knows how David feels about her--like this big open secret. His attempts to hide his own interest have been nothing but utter failures, and though the majority of the Golden Dawn is pretty convinced that Letoile will never return David's affection, there is no doubt in their minds that it's Letoile standing in the way of this relationship because David (despite his protests to the contrary) would give just about anything for a chance to pursue a relationship with her. They are all genuinely surprised when Letoile eventually agrees to go out with him (but David himself is by far the most surprised--though he'd probably have a difficult time admitting that to their friends). 😊

💚-- General

Back in the early days of their friendship, one of the first gifts David ever gave to Letoile was a compass because it reminded him of her magic. (Giving presents isn't always the easiest thing in the world for him😅). In the future (after they are in a romantic relationship with each other), he is genuinely shocked to learn she still has it and has kept it on her desk all these years. She insists she kept it because it was practical (but, secretly, she appreciates the sentimental value). It is sitting on her desk at the Golden Dawn to this day.

💘-- Romance

David is a really talented dancer, and he absolutely loves dancing with Letoile (even though she is not much of a dancer herself). When they are married, one of his favorite things is dancing with her in random rooms around their house. If she teasingly points out that there is no music, he will provide accompaniment by humming or singing songs himself (sometimes purposefully/playfully badly just to tease her). 💖

[mini-uzzy]

15 QUESTIONS

thanks for the tag, pre 💖✨ @eljeebee

1. Are you named after anyone?

My father is an electrician, and he once owned a huge encyclopedia which had an entire dictionary of names... my deadname is from a TV brand that means "wisdom" and Wyn means "wins"... my mother wanted to name me Claire because it would have been easier to say and spell (ngl, I agree with her)...

2. When was the last time you cried?

About a month ago, when the job I've been applying to since 2020 rejected me again... so embarrassing, I was caught crying...

3. Do you have kids?

NOPE, NO NO.. AND NEVER... LIKE, EVER...

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

With my friends and my mom, yes... never to strangers and "acquaintances"...

5. What sports do you play/have played?

I played volleyball when I was young, but I was too short... so I tried my hand in badminton, which I was decent at... in college, I applied for a place in the intramurals... they legit laughed at me and rejected me on the spot, because apparently I'm too short and frail to play... to argue with those assholes, I did just fucking fine, ya'll didn't even give me a chance to play :(

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

The thing is that I don't look at anyone, I may with closer people but not very often... So, the first thing I notice is the tone of their voice... I judge people heavily based on voice...

7. Eye color?

Brown! They lighten up in sunlight :D

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Depends, to be honest... I don't like scary movies, and if we are talking about happy romantic endings, then super no... since I was a kid, I despised romantic movies... give me any ending to a story as long as it makes sense or has impact...

9. Any special talents?

No... I'm incredibly boring :D

10. Where were you born?

Born and raised in Mindanao, Philippines...

11. What are your hobbies?

Learning... I do LOVE reading textbooks and watching scientific videos or documentaries... does it make me smarter? no, because I forget them after but I did have fun!

I draw, and I plan on focusing on it... maybe make a career out of it?

I sometimes sing, I can carry a tune but I don't have the fancy belting and what not... just regular karaoke...

12. Do you have any pets?

Cats! Once a dog, but he's gone to doggy heaven now...

13. How tall-- NO!! NO... why are these tag questions thingy so obsessed with height??!!

14. Favorite subject in school?

Science, baybeeee!!!

15. Dream job?

Geology, have been since childhood and the passion hasn't faded one bit... but due to bullshit circumstances, I wasn't given the opportunity to study geology... my heart still aches and I cry over it still...

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AM TAGGING...

@vdk-hellscape, @brasideios, @yeehawkins, @sleeplessincarcosa, @millythegoat and anyone who wants to do it!!

(no. 13 says "how tall are you?" sorry i cut it off for the gimmick 💀)

[demoiselettes]

I want to make a match up!

My name is jane with she/her pronouns and I am a person of mixed ethnicity (my father is Japanese and my mother is American) so physically I have Western and Asian features (especially my brown narrow eyes).

My hair is long and blonde and it's super wavy and fluffy, I have a small figure and very fragile (definitely it happens to me for not being a very physically active person since my childhood) and many compare me to a doll because of my cute appearance.

In personality I am quite friendly, sweet, somewhat innocent (on more sexual themes) and respectful, I love helping others and would be willing to work as a nurse (I have the nerves for work) to save lives.

I'm usually very shy about showing affection, and if you see me naked or say something minimally sexual to me I'm definitely going to pass out, I'm modest by nature so I tend to be very embarrassed.

I don't have a love language very defined, I do everything, but above all I usually do housework, I know it sounds old-fashioned but I really enjoy taking care of the house and I also enjoy playing the piano (they say I do it like a boss).

My favorite color is mint green and I love sweet and salty food equally but I hate spicy food.

Thank you for reading!

Eventide

I match you with Iguro Obanai!

•An angel

•That’s how sees you, an angel

•By law Obanai is a simp but he hides it very well

•The moment he sees you, he thinks he’s going to pass out

•His greetings are usually casual—not cold, unlike what others get—but just normal

•Don’t be fooled though, he’s basically exploding on the inside if you even glance his way

•Obanai has this idea that he’s impure because of his lineage, so definitely expect him to not hang around you too much

•See, he sees you as such an innocent and lovely thing that he’s afraid he’s going to ‘taint’ you

•So he does what any normal person jk would do and avoids you

•But God forbid any other guy tries to talk to you, they might go missing the next day

•Okay, perhaps he wouldn’t go that extent but you will notice the person who spoke to you avoiding you.. wonder why that is hm..

•Anyways, What Obanai loves the most about you is that you’re such a friendly and approachable person

•You’re basically the opposite of Giyuu and Obanai himself and he loves that

•With time— alongside a little bit of encouragement forcing from Tengen— he will grow closer to you

•He often comes to you for treatment after getting banged up during a mission, Shinobu still wonders why he comes to the butterfly estate less frequently

•He’s literally steaming the moment you make physical contact with him though, so perhaps you shouldn’t be the one healing his wounds

•He doesn’t mind you being quite shy with showing affection since he is also, and there are plenty of other ways or you both to show your fondness for each other

•He loves how diligent you are, but he also would hate it if you overworked yourself, so expect him to be hovering behind you quietly watching for any signs of overexertion

•If anyone tries to make an inappropriate comment to you, they’re getting punched, although not in front of you

•Watching you take care of the house gives him plenty of daydreams of domestic bliss with you

•But sadly, he still doesn’t want to be involved with you by fear of tainting you

•You probably will never be able to know what is underneath his mask, since he’d be too sure of scaring you away even after he begins trusting you completely

•He likes watching you become flustered, it amuses him to no end and he actually smiles underneath his mask

•Did i mention? Kaburamaru has taken quite the liking to you

•The snake tries to slither onto your arm at every opportunity

•Obanai doesn’t know whether to feel happy or moderately jealous

•Your fragile state further encourages him to become fiercely protective of you and he might just torture anyone who means harm to you

•It drives him to do his best to kill all those filthy demons so that no harm comes to you

•He probably got you a scarf, haori or a pair of stockings of a mint green color with white flowers sprinkled here and there

•He likes to give you amezaiku candy simply because of your love for sweet food, and because he finds the sculpted candy cute like you

[iholli]

hi! Congratulations on your interview homie!! Honestly, it's better not to have that response right away, cause it let's you think about it and reflect on it and it being such a good experience! 🌸(^^)🌸 I'm really glad it went well! I hope the job does go well for you and that you like it. You deserve something you are happy to do! Proud of you though. <3333

OOOH I need to see them, please send them my way ((if you want!!)). How pretty did you make Lord Superman, I am curious. 👁️👁️.

I have never see it tbh! I should probably watch it at some point, I have only ever seen clips of it. My childhood best friend's little brother tried to make me watch it and other things, when he was a kid, and I would just run, because if I blinked he would throw a lego at me. How he is all grown up now, still scares me to this day. But let me know how it is!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

YES I saw your new pinned and it looks so nice. Very fancy and organized too. How did you do it? I really like it! 😭! Everytime I try to make a pinned post its just me being like "meep, hi meep meep." LMFAO. Meep.

Wait that is so cute, I am glad you found a cozy little corner where everyone is chilling and having a good time. YES finally having a squad to share a braincell with is like, the best feeling. KEEP THEM RAT-RAT!! YOU DESERVE KIND PEOPLE LIKE THIS IN YOUR LIFE, I AM SO HAPPY THAT YOU FOUND THEM. *yells for 200 years* 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

Thank you for the epic ramble and updates! Also I love in this GIF how your husband just comes in, does that, and stares at his work, like yeah I did that alright okay LMAO.

Also, Vanya and I are sending you some Чак-чак (Chak-chak), it's probably one of my fave desserts. It's basically a Slavic version of funnel cake?? My mom used to make it a lot but told me it I want some now wtf.

AWWW TY BESTIE 🥺💖💖

ur so right, I've usually come away from interviews feeling less interested in the job, even the apprenticeship I was trying for I realized maybe I wasn't as dedicated to it as I could've been. so this is all for the best. I'm not necessarily ✨ thrilled ✨ about this specific job but it's conveniently located, I'm fine with the hours, I know the people are generally nice, and it's something I can handle without giving up so much of myself. so I don't mind :]

hell yeah if / when I get around to it I'm gonna be soooo obnoxious hereeee. Twitter is for Fortnite, Tumblr is for DCAU >:3c here's the bitch himself, he's got that MAWS Superman in him so he's pretty pretty.

SAMEEEEE, I've seen a lot of funny memes but I've never actually sat down to watch it, I just got the itch for it today 😩👏 I will keep u posted 🫡

yaaaaaay ty ty !!! I pretty much just rewrite the same stuff every time so people know what to expect on my blog, but this time I added emojis, and the indent setting for fonts !! I just like coding tho hehe.

AWWW TY 🥺💖💖 honestly for how much life has continued kicking me around this year I've met so many good people to be around, and I know I wouldn't have had that opportunity without moving here, so I know there's purpose for me to be here !! and they're all so nice to me 😭😭😭 even though I'm really shy and scared to talk first and I worry I'm really awkward, everyone is still nice to me hahaha 💖💖

ISN'T IT COOLLLLLL. I watched that episode yesterday and I was like, wait, I need this gif now. cool people don't look at explosions 😎😎 hehehe. he doesn't get to show off often in the show but when he kicks ass, he kicks ass. 💚

OOOOOHHHHH THAT SOUNDS AMAZING,,,,, ty you two 🥺💖💖

[a-weird-cryptid]

Hey uh. As a system who read Elle(s). Please don't advertise as a comic about a girl with DID. That's not what she has. You can say it can be interpreted as DID but it is not about DID

SPOILERS FOR ISSUE 2

it's revealed that she was in the womb with 5 other embryos. And that they merged into her. That's not how DID works. As a system that sought out this comic after seeing this post, I did feel like it was a bit of a slap in the face. It's not your fault the comic falls into some actual misinformation but I feel like it was never meant to be about did

I think issue 1 leans into the DID coding a lot and I was very excited for issue 2. I think it's very DID coded but stating that its explicitly about DID is a bit inaccurate

Thanks for the criticism!

(Don't worry, I'll leave my comment spoiler free. But if you want to know what it's referring to, I'd recommend reading the spoiler section to the comment I'm reacting to, to get a basic idea.)

Again, I'm only half way through the first volume and I sadly didn't know that that's revealed in the second book. I can't tell my own opinion on it, because of the same reason, but I most likely will when I get there.

I wasn't intending to advertise Elles and I'm sorry if I accidentally did. The post was ment to be a simple, subjective review about the part of the graphic novel I've read so far. Since I'm new on this app and I wanted to try out a new type of post, to see what my audience would most likely want to see more of.

And I'm extremely sorry if I made anyone upset because I posted this review, not knowing that the series would end up being misinformative.

I def didn't expect the post to blow up that much. But since it did, I see it as my responsibility to correct this mistake, even if I didn't made it, nor could have known about it until I now. (If this person didn't made this comment to put my attention to it, I still wouldn't be aware of it. Again, thank you a lot. I think it's really important to stop spreading misinformation as soon as you see it.)

I can't really judge the accuracy of this reveal, because I'm NOT a mental health professional or similar, nor somebody suffering from DID (as far as I'm aware). But based of my own research, it's def misinformative and a mistake the writer (or whoever is responsible for the basic story) of this comic made. And I won't defend them for doing so, just because I like Elles so far.

DID is NOT formed like shown in the second comic. Instead, it's formed by extreme, repeated childhood trauma (most of the time of sexual nature) before the age of about 8. (And that's already simplified.) I most likely won't give my own, "full", explanation of this dissociative disorder on my blog. Unless there's a high demand. Since they're many ACTUAL systems and mental health professionals who did that WAY better than I ever could, already.

I will correct my post to make all of that more clear. But I won't take the it down, simply because of the positive feedback I got from the DID community. Which I assume means that it's still a good comic for DID representation. At least when it comes to the first comic book.

As well as the fact that, when searching about "Elles", most reviews, as well as real advertisement for this comic talk about different "personalities". Which is another term often used instead of "alter", as far as I know. I even saw some websites straight up stating she has undiagnosed DID. Which, in combination with the rest of the story, lead me to the conclusion that it most likely is about it nonetheless. Or at least it is suppose to be. Accurate or not.

Which makes it all the more disappointing to find out about the reveal in the second novel, in my opinion. I think it's such a "missed out" and rare opportunity to NOT show what DID is actually all about. And how it's formed. I thought they didn't mention it in any kind of way so far, simply because it's undiagnosed and noone really knows abt it. So I was hoping there'd be some kind of "big reveal" later. A few panels or even just simple sentences could have been enough to depict it more accurate, without accidentally triggering sb. Or making it less kid/ya friendly.

[friesian]

1, 13, 30 (https://kralkatorrik.tumblr.com/post/691801307850440704/soft-asks-to-get-to-know-people cos it was a while ago)

HI HELLO!!! i hope u don't mind since i answered 1 and 30 a lil bit ago, i give some more options for those!! plus for 1 i just love talking about my music tastes hee hee. 1. what song makes you feel better?

MORE SONGS THAT MAKE ME FEEL GOOD!! WOO HOO!! i'll give down 3 more! if you notice repeating artists.... i sorry... but a lot of them are just very much some of my faves and i like A LOT of their tracks. fish whisperer -- vylet pony (i will always feel so artistically motivated after this one.) goblins -- nekrogoblikon (named my new kitten after this one. his name is nekrogoblikon. idk. something about this song is just GREAT.) euthanasia rollercoaster -- foreign gnomes + KM_EXP (THIS ONE IS BECAUSE i associate it with the big soo-won fight and marwyd with aurenes hammer and im just like. YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!) 13. what’s your comfort food? OHHHHH so. i have a REALLY bad stomach. celiac, intolerances, and just a sensitive bitch of a muscle. so my comfort food is very limited. but my go to is honestly french fries. ESPECIALLY fresh. i really like getting them from sheetz. i get 2 cups of fries and hard boiled eggs and it is GREAT. it's very simple and filling believe it or not. 30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

so. i suppose to get sappy again, maybe a little sad. so sorry for how long winded this one is. i never knew any of my grandparents except for my grandmother on my dad's side. i loved her very much. she had a bad marriage. my dad only talked to her through arguments honestly. but she never ever took it out on me. when i was in middle school, she got REALLY sick. there was malpractice and she had to move near my parents, and essentially ended up moving right next to the school. i used to walk over after school and care for her since she had breathing problems, stomach problems, you name it. however, she made sure i still felt at home and wouldn't go hungry. she'd still spoil her grandkid despite being on disability and not really ever having a job. so, before i was sick as i am now, she used to buy me those REALLY cheap box pizzas you see in stores for like a dollar. she would get A LOT of them since the school lunches were SO bad i just would not eat, and i was always too tired in the morning to make my own lunch (i lived out in bumfuck nowhere, so i woke up at 5 so i could get to school at 7). she'd have a stack of them in the old fridge from the early 90s, alongside her michelina's alfredo noodles she loved, and the ice packs she had in there for her back pain. i'd slap one of those bad boys in the microwave for a few minutes, turn on courage the cowardly dog on that small sad excuse for a flatscreen tv, check in on her, sit and eat my pizza. just me with this little tv table, her in bed, me watching tv. it felt great. she'd still ask me "those pizzas okay?" in that thick jersey accent she had. like somehow i'd change my mind half way through devouring one of those things, covered in sauce and cheese lol. i can't have those pizzas now. but sometimes my wife buys and makes them. it makes me think of her small apartment. a place i'd happily call a second home. makes me tear up a bit writing it since my grandmother passed about nine years ago now. i think around the start of next year will be ten years without her. but those damn pizzas still make me think of her, and that cozy feeling of her watching cartoons with me.

[clare-with-no-i]

Considering the fact that accents apparently are important in UK, and used to be a way of determination of one’s family standing, do you agree that Petunia would be that person who fakes sophisticated accent? Since in canon she moved out of her childhood industrial area of Britain to south of England?

soooo ok. I have many thoughts on this, but before I get into them I'd like to remind that I am none of the following: English, a sociologist, a linguist, an expert on English class politics, an expert on anything in particular

with that said, I'd like to address a few things about this ask. I take issue with the premise of the question a bit, and this absolutely might just be a phrasing issue so no shade or negativity to you, anon, for asking!! but the wording of 'that person who fakes sophisticated accent' rings a few alarm bells for me, because it touches on this idea that people who code-switch for purposes of existing in different spaces (especially spaces that are primarily occupied by white people and/or wealthy people) are doing so in a manipulative, duplicitous way, which is not an historically insignificant assertion to make, and not one that I agree with at all.

do I think that it's possible that Petunia code-switched as she got older? absolutely! it's also possible that Lily did, too—we don't really have any evidence to the contrary. I think especially in Petunia's case since she went to typing school and moved to a company closer to London (thank you to Suze for reminding me of this!), this could have been due to factors like the location of the school (since the Evans family was ostensibly no longer paying for one daughter's education, who's to say that they didn't pay for Petunia to go to a well-to-do school in the South, or even just one wherein the primary accent was an English RP?), the teachers and the education (it is a documented phenomenon that some teachers will train accents out of students if the accent is believed to be 'lesser' than the standard of the area, blech), or an ingrained idea that speaking in a more neutral RP or 'posh' accent would lead to more opportunities for employment/upward socioeconomic mobility.

I think it is necessary to pull back a bit when talking about Petunia and really examine the social politics of the world in which she lived: a girl from an industrial area, canonically in the midlands (though in my headcanons from the north of the country), who had a trade degree but few connections, living in a country where the dialectic identity of any given area indicates (more accurately, presumes) a certain level of schooling and a class status just based on accent alone.

we know as a character that she had very specific ideals about how she wanted her life to go, and where/in what setting she wanted to live it. I think this would absolutely give room for her to intentionally mould her accent or take care to train out of it, but I think the culprit here isn't really Petunia so much as the tangled and often oppressive web of English class politics which have enforced the 'North/South divide' and the socioeconomic identifiers that come from one regional accent to another.

even further, it quite literally could have just been that she was around people who spoke in a certain way, starting at a young age at which such accent/behavioral changes were completely developmentally normal. I mean, I lived in England at sixteen and I absolutely found myself changing the inflection of my questions and the pronunciations of some words to fit my peers, because I thought it meant they would more readily accept me into their social world. hell, even when I go back to England now as a 24-year-old, I adopt this weird pseudo-hybrid accent wherein I say things like "what are you on about?!" and "that is mad!!!" even though I am fully and completely American. lol.

tl;dr yes, I think Petunia could have absolutely changed her accent, but I think that's less about her and more about the conditions in which she lived which might very well have demanded such a thing from her.

[kuroosdreamwifey]

confession + dating hcs

- suna rintaro x gn!reader

- fluff; nsfw at the end

- warnings: cursing; nsfw

- note: it's my love suna's bday today and i literally have less than an hour till it ends so i rushed to complete this

pre-confession

you and suna met through the twins

you're their cousin, and often mediated their fights

one day, a classmate of yours came running to you, telling you that they were fighting again but this time it was really bad

so you went to stop them

"atsumu and osamu! if you don't stop right now i'm telling oba-chan to not give you any mochis this evening."

the two of them stopped immediately, and that was when suna fell in love with you

well, not exactly love, but he did take an interest in the only person who could stop the twins, other than kita

soon, your inteference in the fights extended to suna, with you reprimanding him for egging them on (though you secretly made a deal for the videos in exchange for childhood stories about them)

this 'agreement' went on for a good few months, so when the twins found out it was...eventful, to say the least

they refused to talk to either of you for a week till you brought them onigiri, made by you and suna

it was during that time, when you and suna were cooking, that he realised he actually liked you, and not as a friend

you, on the other hand, realised your feelings the moment you two started talking more regularly

however, you had no intention of ever telling suna anything

so, of course, suna had to make the first move

confession

the confession was, for lack of a better word, public

you knew suna was a private and closed off guy, which is why he decided to be the opposite for his confession, to show you that he was very serious about you

he went as far as involving the rest of the school

it was at the finals of nationals

inarizaki was playing against itachiyama

inarizaki won the final set 16-14, thereby winning the match 3-2

since they won, suna decided it was time to put his plan into action

well, it got delayed a bit because atsumu wouldn't stop with his flirting, or as suna liked to call it, homoerotic interactions with itachiyama's sakusa

once the award ceremony was over, no thanks to atsumu's lack of punctuality, the team lined up in front of their school students, and bowed

you were among the other students, and you were basically crying from happiness, so much so that you didn't even notice when the team took their postitions and held up a banner

you looked down, and saw suna with a megaphone that he somehow got, and behind him was a banner that said "miya y/n, will you be my partner?"

suna, through the megaphone, said "y/n, i first met you when you stopped these idiots from fighting, and since then i've been smitten with you. i realised i liked you when we cooked together the other day, making onigiri to make up to the twins for all the torture we put them through. i know we swore we would stop, but i want to ask you if you'd like to continue our agreement, but this time as my partner, and not their cousin."

to those who weren't in the team, suna's confession probably confused the fuck out of them. but to you, and the rest of the team, it made perfect sense.

you left the stands and ran down the stairs and towards suna till you were only a few inches away from him

"so? are you going to kiss me or not?"

suna smiled as he kissed you, in front of his team who was cheering him on, with the exception of the twins who were saying things along the lines of "sunarin ya better treat them well" "this is so gross why do we have to watch this?"

you really liked the confession, just like suna hoped you would, because it meant that his feelings for you are genuine, and the kiss showed that you genuinely liked him too <3

dating

okay, despite the confession, you and suna were really private about your relationship

well, as private as you can get when the two of you had the perfect opportunity to piss off a certain pair of twins

you were there at almost every practice, and took great delight in giving suna a big kiss everytime he blocked osamu's spike, much to the disgust of osamu

suna wasn't any better, taking every chance to pull you in by the waist and basically make out with you in front of atsumu's face

outside of teasing the twins, though, pda wasn't common for either one of you, though suna would always hold your hand wherever you two went

dating suna means a lot of music concerts. he loves bands, and takes the chance to attend a concert whenever there is one happening.

it was your first date, and he took you to see this new rock band that was doing a japan tour

the two of you had a lot of fun, singing along whenever you knew the lyrics

you stayed the night at his place

all in all, dating suna involves a lot of music and a lot of bullying the twins <3

nsfw

sex with suna is slow and passionate

he likes to take his time with you, edging you again and again till your broken cries of please and i can't hold back anymore satisfied him and he fucked you till you couldn't even move

suna is a thighs man. ask him "boobs or ass?" and he'll answer "thighs". when he's driving, one hand is always on your thigh, sometimes creeping up your leg and slipping into your underwear

not even ten minutes later and suna's pulled over, ordering you to get in the backseat and undress for him

it's a good thing his car has tinted windows, and that he parked in an abondoned parking lot, because anyone who walked past would hear moans and cries, and see the car shaking with the pure force of suna's thrusts

suna definitely plays chase atlantic when you two are having sex. i mean, who wouldn't?

suna loves thighs, and what he loves even more is marking them. he leaves hickeys all over your thighs, and it's visible enough for you to have to wear tights the next day

sex with suna is always exciting

[ac3id]

Plaything | 18+ | part i

plaything 1/ ?? | part 0

pairings: yandere! bully bakugou katsuki x fem! reader

warnings: [series] blackmail, bullying, dubcon/ noncon, filming w/o consent, yandere themes, no quirks au. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OF AGE.

↪ for chapter 1: dubcon, blackmail, humiliation, masturbation, filming w/o consent, boot grinding, a little bit of bakusquad + reader....this is filthy :D 

summary: by luck you get enrolled into u.a high the best school in your town. the only catch is that the school is filled with rich, spoilt and powerful brats who just seem to hate you and among them, a certain red eyed blonde dreads you the most

↪ for chapter 1: you bump into bakugou by accident, dropping your vanilla ice cream all over him, you try to apologize and run away but wants more...oh wait why are his friends standing there recording everything too? 

wordcount. 4k+

a/n: sooooo, it’s finally out! huge thanks to @sawamooora for proof reading this! helped me out a lot <3 sorry for making u sit through that mess x[

 this scene was inspired by that one episode of boys over flowers where the mc’s best friend drops ice cream on the main guy’s shoe and he asks the mc to lick it off...obviously that didn’t happen in the show but it really got me thinking...... 

alsO the netflix show elite,,, i just saw it and knew,,,,

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It was a great opportunity. Never in your life would you have thought you’d manage to land a scholarship at the prestigious U.A Private Academy. 

The school was a dream, the best in your city, and only affordable for the rich. Graduating from such a school could have helped you with life in so many different ways. Not only would it open doors you could never touch before, but it would help you to form connections which would make your life undoubtedly easier.

Graduating from U.A. was a blessing, but obviously, it did not come easy. It was rather unfortunate. After your previous school building had collapsed, due to some accident, the board announced its year-long closure.

At the time, you were beyond lost and understandably frustrated - it was your last year before college and you simply couldn't risk waiting the year out. The whole situation was nerve-wracking, looking for decent schools which would allow you in. 

Honestly, you had no idea what you would’ve done if U.A. hadn’t called you that night. 

It was the last day of the summer holidays, a week after your school building had collapsed. Luckily, no one was hurt - but the damage on the campus was severe. 

You had been talking to your friends when your mother rushed into your room with exciting news. Apparently, the chairman of U.A was feeling generous. He had decided to offer four excellent students from your school a scholarship to U.A. 

You were overjoyed being one of the students along with your two other friends; Shinso Hitoshi and Izuku Midoriya. 

At first, the thought was a little scary - going into a completely different world than you were accustomed to. The kids there would be much different than you, you didn't want to be the   laughing stock, you didn’t want to be their silly little entertainment... The thought made you nervous, but when your best friend, Izuku, called you the next night explaining how he also won the scholarship; followed by Shinso, you were relieved. 

Yes, you were stepping into a whole different world but you at least had your two friends with you. 

And that brought you to the first day of school. 

You stood outside the huge gates of the even enormous academy all alone shaking in your little, expensive skirt they forced you to wear as the uniform waiting for your friends. You promised the two boys you’d wait for them, and besides, you weren’t planning on entering the building all alone. 

Your friends, Shinso and Midoriya, lived close to each other. They were supposed to meet you at the gates of the school that morning, but they were running late. Your anxiety grew the longer you stayed there, with students filling the place- arriving in their fancy cars with their expensive bags and accessories. It easily made you feel out of place.

“Hey,” you heard someone before someone tapped on your shoulder. You quickly turned around to greet the voice. Staring back at you was Uraraka Ochaco.

You remembered she was in your school too, Midoriya has a huge crush on her. 

“Yes, Uraraka? Right?” You weren’t close to her, nothing but mere acquaintances. But seeing her face - right here, right now - it made your day. 

Uraraka was dressed in the same uniform as you, there was no doubt that she was one of the four kids who won the scholarship. Both of you talked while you implored her to wait for Midoriya and Shinso. You didn’t fail to notice the way her cheeks turned pink when you mentioned Midoriya. The two of them were so obvious. 

Your friends arrived, they were late, but they came. 

Apparently, there was an accident that forced them to stay back a little longer, but they managed to make it before the first bell. 

“I actually have an old friend who goes there now,” Midoriya confesses out of the blue as the four of you enter the gates. You look at him in awe. 

During the three years in high school that both of you had spent together, he had never mentioned any friend of his going to the U.A. academy ever. 

“Why did you never tell us?” Uraraka asks. 

“well, we’re not on good terms. He used to live in the same neighborhood before his parent’s business took off. He left after middle school.” Midoriya says, a slight frown forming on his face.

“Who is he?” Shinso asks. 

Midoriya pauses briefly before explaining his entire history with a temperamental and rude blonde. Bakugou Katsuki, he calls him. His childhood friend. But from what you managed to gather, Bakugou was anything but a friend to Midoriya. 

Bakugo was once just a simple boy, living a simple life, destined to do great things - but once his parent’s clothing line ‘Dynamite’ blew up and became mainstream, he started drowning in wealth. Bakugo moved out of his old neighborhood at the starting of high school before enrolling in U.A., just like all his rich friends.

“Maybe you should say hi,” Uraraka suggests. Midoriya’s expressions turned sheepish.

“About that…” he started. “I called him yesterday, got his number from mom, and-” he stopped. 

“What did he say?” Shinso asked.

“He told me to get lost and die,” Midoriya said with a slight frown on his face, looking down. 

That was your first impression of Katsuki Bakugou. For a man you had not even met, you sure loathed him. 

School went smoothly for a week, everything was going great. The four of you kept your profile low, didn’t talk until spoken to, kept your distance, and everything was okay. 

People often starred and whispered amongst each other when they saw you in the hallways, but that was about it. Everyone seemed to be decent but… there’s always a but. 

Everything took a turn for the worse when you managed to piss off the wrong person, Bakugo Katsuki himself. 

It was an honest mistake, not even that big of a deal - especially for his standards Yet, for some reason, Bakugo wanted to get under your skin. 

It happened after your lunch break, you were on your way back to your classroom with an ice-cream cone fasted tightly in your hands. You mindlessly dashed through the hallways, trying your best to get back to class as fast as possible - you don’t want to be late. It’d earn you a bad reputation. You don’t need that- you don't want anything which could jeopardize your scholarship. 

You walked straight and took a turn. Just by fate, you bumped into a stiff, hard chest making you wobble on your feet and sending your ice cream from your hand flying straight to the ground.

“Shit,” you cursed, looking down seeing what you had to work with. 

The ice-cream cone splattered on the floor, the white creamy liquid flushed all over the floor along with staining an expensive-looking, black leather boot. A snarl comes from above you along with a group of chuckles. More expensive shoes come into your line of view as you realize you’re not alone. 

You slowly bring your gaze up, ogling at who you just pissed off. 

Staring back at you is a furious blonde, glaring at you with such intensity that it makes your stomach drop. It’s the infamous Bakugou Katsuki, you don’t want to deal with him. 

-

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you don’t give him a chance to complain as you take your flight. Quickly, you try running away but a large hand grabs your forearm, stopping you dead in your tracks. 

You look to the side, deep red eyes stare right back at you. 

“Where are you running off to? Don’t you think you owe my friend here a proper apology?” Kirishima says, his grip on your arm growing tighter. He towers over you, his huge body trapping you with intimidation.

Going to U.A for over a week there’s a thing or two that you’ve learned about the rich, snobby brats who own the school. Not everyone is bad, a few of them are actually but the rest are just bad. 

Bakugou was the worst. From how Midoriya described him, you knew for a fact he’d be a horrible person. But hell, he managed to prove himself even worse. 

He was crude, mean, downright arrogant, and ignorant. Always screaming unasked opinions on top of his lungs, and gets mad whenever someone disagrees. He acts like the world revolves around him.

 Bakugo had a bunch of friends who he called his “followers” and they weren’t any better.

They just watched while Bakugou ruined everything, they were there to support him. 

Kirishima Eijirou the redhead, he was captain of the football team. He was a jock, brawns over brains kind of person. Girls cooed over him and his overly attractive, hot body. It looked as if he was sculpted by God himself. 

Next was Kaminari Denki. He was in the school band, dating the lead singer. And yet, he managed to find time to flirt with other girls. He was the goofball of the group, dumb and stupid But he always knew what he was doing. Even though it was barely noticeable, you could always see a devious glint in those amber eyes of his. 

Sero Hanta was famous for a lot of reasons. Most notably for having brought illegal drugs on the campus and skipping classes to go down to his junkie hangout spot to smoke weed. The man had no shame. Sometimes, he’d walk into the classrooms high as fuck. The teachers couldn’t do anything even if they tried, his parents practically owned the school; he owned the school. There was no going against the tall, lanky man who looked like he couldn’t even smash a bug. He held the most power and his friends sure knew how to abuse it. 

Last but not least was Mina Ashido. The one and only girl member of the self-proclaimed ‘bakusquad’. Sometimes, Jirou Kyouka, the lead singer of the school, would hang out with the boys and her boyfriend, but she wasn’t a permanent member. Mina was. 

In your opinion, Mina was a nightmare dressed like a daydream. With her short, pink hair and bright smile, she seemed like an angel. But she was the devil. Worse than even Bakugou, perhaps. 

She knew everything about everyone, she had leverage galore: screenshots ready to leak, videos ready to ruin lives. She had them all, and frankly- she scared you the most. 

Kirishima pushed you back, and Bakugo caught you by your shoulders. 

“That was fucking rude,” he growled, biting his fingers into your shoulder blades tight and hard making you squeal. “Are you fucking blind or something? Fucking extra.” 

“I said I’m sorry, let me go will you?” Even in such a terrifying situation, you try to remain calm.

“What do you think, Sero?” Kaminari began. Your heart sank, including Sero into anything was never a good sign. 

“She ruined Bakugou’s new shoes,” he continued. Bakugou’s hold on you tightened and you winced, turning back to him and returning his glare. 

“Okay, what do you want?” you give in, finally. A mischievous spark lights up in his crimson eyes as flashes a cocky smirk to his friends before turning back to you with a frown. He pushes you towards Mina and she catches you with an arm around your shoulder. 

“Those were expensive, right?” she looks at you and then back at Bakugou. He grunts, nodding. 

“Fuck yes, I’m pissed as hell. Some fucking extra managed to ruin it.” 

You look back down to steal a glance at his heavy, leather boot. The small, white stain melted away. 

“What will you do to make up for it?” Mina whispers your name and you cringe. They were teasing you. For their fun, they were making fun of you. 

“What can I do?” you say, sarcastically. Prying yourself away from her hold. The crowd goes dead silent before speaking. Sero is the first one to talk. 

“Lick it off.”

There’s a pause, no one speaks. Your stomach drops and your face pales at the look the five of them are giving you- it’s serious. Dead serious. 

Kaminari bursts out laughing followed by Sero and the others. The four of them get a great laugh but Bakugou stares at you head-on with his grave expressions burning through your soul. 

“Whatcha looking at? Do it,” he commands. 

The laughing dies down and Kaminari speaks, “are you serious? You want her to lick your shoe,” he can’t control his laughter, a chuckle breaks with every word. 

“Yes, I’m fucking serious. Besides, Sero recommended it,” he smirks. “Do you really want to say no to him? I don’t know so much about this but-“ he leans down close to your face, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, “it might complicate your scholarship.” 

There’s a twisted rhythm in his voice. He’s enjoying tormenting you. You still want to believe that they’re just messing around. That they’ll have their laughs and let you go, but the way Sero stares at you says otherwise. 

“You don’t wanna do it?” Bakugou asks. 

“Of course she doesn’t! That’s gross, oh my god.” Mina exclaims, earning a chuckle from the rest of the boys. 

“Hey, let’s hear it from Sero himself.” Kirishima pats Sero’s back, pushing him forward. The five of them have circled around you, coiling you inside their venomous nest with you in the center. You turn to Sero with pleading eyes, looking up at his huge form, begging. 

He smirks looking down at you, you look so tiny beneath bim. He wants to mess with you, even more, you look like a nice toy to him. He wants to play with it until he can’t. 

“I guess, I did say that-” your blood runs cold, heartbeat picking up in nervousness. “-but you don’t need to do it.” He finishes. Your face lights up while the others groan in disappointment. Bakugou looks livid. 

“Just know that, you’re the one who dropped the ice cream on Bakugou’s shoe and now you’re not even helping him out. That’s not very noble, is it? I don’t know if I even by mistake slipped that info back home- my parents might reconsider whether you truly deserve to be here or not. They don’t really like disrespectful kids who comprise the school’s name.” 

Sero ends his speech with a wide, ear-to-ear grin, followed by a pat to your head. 

“The choice is yours.”  

You pause for a moment and think. Where they were really going to make you do it, where they were really going to humiliate you like this. They were. But were you willing to do it? 

From Sero’s threat, you could tell he was serious, this was legit. 

It wouldn’t have been the first time the school expelled someone who had beef with Sero, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. They don’t care about anyone but their loving son. They wouldn’t even think once before expelling you.

“What’s your answer, princess?” Kirishima teases.

 Mina and Kaminari once again break into fits of laughter.

“What do you mean? She doesn’t have a choice here, kneel you extra.” Your heart hammers in your chest as Bakugou gestures you to kneel. You stop for a second, breathing unevenly- thinking. After a long, thoughtful sigh, you answer. 

“No, I am not going to do it.” Your voice is meek yet clear. Even though you’re trembling under the heavy gazes of five snakes, you choose to stand your ground. 

Bakugou glaring at you while the others boo. 

“Aw, c’mon you don’t mean that.” 

“Don’t be a little brat.” 

Bakugou stays silent while the others continue to throw insults at you -  calling you names and trying to make you regret your decision. You look straight forward into Bakugou’s cold, red eyes, searching for his next move. Your heart beats even harder in your chest with increased anxiety. After watching your torment for more than a few minutes, Bakugo decides he’s had enough of this game.

“Hey, shitty hair,” Bakugo starts. “Punch me.” 

“What?” Kirishima asks, vividly shaken. “Why do you want me to hit you, Bakubro?” 

“Punch me real hard, give me a black eye.” The confusion grows greater on everyone’s faces. You stare at him in awe, wondering what angle was trying to play. 

Kirishima raises his hands in defense. “Woah, dude slow down there. I’m not just going to punch you.” 

Bakugou clicks the roof of his tongue, letting out a sound of irritation. “You all are just dumb,” he starts.

“Imagine if this punny, little,” he leans down closer to you till his lips touch your ears and whispers your name with a crude chuckle. “Were to drop all her food over me, not apologize, punch and me then run away, that’d bring her into a whole world of trouble. Wouldn’t it?” 

Bakugo’s words are calculated and sly, he knows exactly what he’s getting at when he starts. His voice fills you up with dread as he makes his accusations public.

“She would be expelled on spot and Kacchan could also raise charges,” Kaminari adds. 

Your eyes widen in fear. 

“Yeah, I’ll fucking do that.” Mina giggles. “That would succck,” she cheers. Your lower lip quivers as you stare at them in disbelief, your eyes open wide only to be covered with fear. 

“Hey, c’mon, why are you doing this to me?” You feel them inch closer to you, their warmth leeching onto you the longer you stay surrounded by them. 

“Because you have no fucking manners.” Bakugou snarls. 

“Kiri, punch him. What are you waiting for? If you don’t wanna do it I will!” Kaminari cries, growing impatient. 

Kirishima laughs before he charges Bakugou. Your heart hammers in your chest. 

You think about your family, your future, and how disappointed everyone would be with you. Your dreams and aspirations, all were rooted in this school. 

It was honestly sad, pathetic even. Your entire future was just a joke to these spoiled kids. These kids who could control you, and everyone else,  with just a flick of their fingers. It’s unfortunate, but that’s the price to pay for a piece of the beautiful cake known as U.A... You resign yourself to your fate.

A piece of your mind. 

“N-no, don’t do that. I-I’ll do it,” you murmured, your voice timid and weak. The five paused looking at each other with an ominous glint in their eyes. Bakugou was the first to speak. 

“Well, then fucking get on with it. On your knees.” Obediently like a trained puppy, you got down onto your knees, not letting your eyes fall from Bakugou’s face. His red, fierce eyes barked at you with an unknown look, keeping you lost. 

“Holy shit, she’s actually doing this,” Mina squealed watching you lean forward, bringing your face next to Bakugou’s expensive boots.

“Kaminari, record this.” Sero taps at the energetic blonde, forcing him to take his phone out and hit ‘record’. As you lean further to the ground, your short skirt rides up behind you, giving the audience a clear view of your round ass and pastel panties. The sight brings a smile to Bakugou’s face as he scoffs. 

“Cute panties,” he remarks. 

You jerk, trying desperately to sit back, but Bakugo stops you. Smashing his other foot on top of your shoulder, he holds you there facing the ground.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” he growls.

You squirm, almost falling under his weight and as much you hate to admit it, a tingle of excitement runs down your spine. This was turning you on.

 A row of whistles flood in, the boys start teasing you and praising Bakugou. 

“Lick it off,”  he commands. 

You look down at his leather boot, the ice cream almost melted. There’s still a bright white spot of the sweet now liquid splayed out. Even though it’s not a lot, it still makes you cringe. You peek your shy, little tongue out timidly, forcing yourself to do the heinous deed. 

Bakugou watches you hesitate and pushes on your shoulder harder making you reach towards him. 

You give in after a final attempt, diving into his wishes. Your wet tongue touches the rough, cold leather. You cringe after a single touch, closing your eyes and scrunching your nose at the salty taste. “Clean it all off,” he commands.

You dive back in, this time letting your tongue glide across a larger portion. The humiliation burns through your body. It makes you uncomfortably hot, mostly from anger and but a little bit of arousal.

“Nice ass.” 

There it is. The excitement comes back the moment they start making suggestive comments, the attention riles you up and it’s horrible. 

“Kaminari are you even supposed to be here? Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Mina asks at the blonde pervert who was currently zooming on your ass. 

“Oh? We’re cool as long as I don’t stick my dick her,” he points to you. “That’s hella fucking tempting but I’m in love, dude.” He chuckles to himself, thinking about his girlfriend. 

They treat you like an object, talking about you like you were some sort of a toy. 

“Bet her pussy is tight,” Sero says. 

Kirishima turns to Bakugou, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Yo, Bakubro, can we touch her?” 

Bakugou looks on from watching you lick his boot and turns to Kirishima. A dark, unsettling gaze falls across his eyes as he speaks, “No. This one is mine.” he stares down at you. 

You stop lapping on his shoe and stand back on your knees, buckling your knees you try to get up but Bakugou harshly kicks your shoulder, throwing you back and making you cry. 

“Why did you do that?” you squeal, holding onto your bruised shoulder, glaring at him intently. 

The rest of the group goes quiet at the display of Bakugou’s sudden violence. 

He stands between your thighs, lazily resting his foot atop of your soft thighs. 

“You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” the angle you were spread out in had your skirt flipped over hips, displaying your pretty, pastel panties to everyone in the room. 

Even though it’s subtle, masked by everyone’s fear of what Bakugou was planning, you still feel everyone’s gaze focused right on you and more specifically at your clothed cunt. Bakugou presses hard on your thigh making you cry. 

“Useless Deku’s friends are just like him. The fucking second you walked in here, I knew you were just another useless insect for me to stomp on.” He pauses, smirking, pressing his foot onto you even harder, twisting his ankle to increase the burning sting surging across your right thigh. “And I’m doing just that.” 

He steps off you for a moment, letting you catch your breath and recover from the burn. His eyesight travels lower down to your panties. He admires the cute pair you had on. Normally when he’d see girls naked, they’d dress themselves up the most luxurious to match his standards. But that’s not you, that could never be you. 

He rejoices at the thought of seeing your flushed, tear-stained face breaking down under him. You’ll never be like those girls, always a step behind. He can build you up and break you however he likes, you’d have no say in it. 

The power trip drives him crazy. 

He presses the tip of his boot over your clothed clothed cunt, pushing the hard material right over your sensitive clit. 

You gasp at the feeling, looking up at him with terrified eyes. He smirks down at you, moving his foot in a steady rhythm, rubbing the fabric of your cotton panties against your little pearl. 

“This turning you on? What a freak.” The rest of his group basks in shock. They watch intently as the scene spiraled out for them, too captivated to make any comments. They just keep quiet and stare. 

The way you squirm under Bakugou as he plays with your cute clit so unforgivingly makes them hot with excitement. Kaminari feels a little guilty but he blames it on his nature as a man.

Sero feels a little bad for you, they all do. But then again they wouldn’t waste the opportunity to be in Bakugou’s footsteps- literally. 

“You’re a little slut, you know that?” Bakugou sneers. 

Your gasps turn into whimpers as his simulation becomes harder. You clench your fists, desperately wishing it to be over. Tears brim in your eyes at the sheer humiliation of your corrupted form. This was just too much, too much for you to handle. 

“Please, stop,” you beg, knowing he wouldn't listen. “I’ll report you,” you cry.  A roar of laughter starts, shutting you up. 

“Go for it, you do that.” Mina comments. Kaminari walks closer to you, bringing the camera down to your face recording your horrified expressions. 

“We’ll just go ahead and post this online.” he threatens. 

A drop of tear falls down your waterline following a waterfall. You cry, leave all of your dignity behind and cry. You beg them to stop but as your pleas mix with your moans, it’s hard for anyone to understand what you’re saying. It’s not like they don’t know what you’re asking them for, they just turn deaf, simply because they can. 

Bakugou stops, he takes a step back, leaving you alone. You let out the tiniest cry when he leaves, ditching you just when you need his touch the most. 

“Feels like I’m doing too much of the work, if you want it so bad, do this yourself.” He says. Your body still burns with desire, your clit still hard and cunt salivating, you are nowhere close to being done... 

It’s as if something takes over and you are possessed by the dire need to cum, you do exactly as he says. 

You snake your fingers down your panties, deliberately rubbing on your swollen little clit before pushing your finger into your drenched cunt. You cry out as you clench around your finger, the pleasure becoming unbearable. Your legs shake and you close your eyes shut. 

You stay there on the floor, fingering yourself in the corridor, without any shame, while Kaminari records all of it. 

“She’s gonna give me a hard-on,” Kirishima says and you moan.

“She really is a slut, huh?” Sero comments. 

“She’s cute,” Mina adds with a smile. 

Bakugou scoffs, “does Deku know how much of a whore you are?” He asks. 

You don’t pay any attention to what he says, too busy bringing yourself to your climax.

“You’re getting all this right?” Mina looks over Kaminari’s shoulder and onto the phone screen which captures you beautifully losing yourself for everyone to see. 

“You close?” Bakugou asks as you feel yourself clench around fingers tightly, he bends down on his and pulls your panties down your hips, admiring your precious cunt. 

“Cute pussy,” he remarks before flicking your sensitive, hardened clit.

A rush of pleasure washes down your body as you cry while cumming. Bakugou pushes you right over the edge, a nasty grin screaming atop his face as he watches you. You curse at yourself for letting him see you like this, but there’s not much you can do but cry while you feel your juices gush around you before sliding down your thighs and onto the dirty floor. 

It takes a second for you to calm down and when you do come to your senses, dread fills you up. Tears shamelessly fall down your face as you realize what you just did. The others laugh at you, without feeling any remorse. 

Bakugou continues to stare at you with an unsettling look, while the others discuss the heinous crime you’ve just committed. 

Sero looks down at you and you catch his dark eyes staring at you. A toothy grin scavenges his face as he speaks. 

“Awesome,” he says as if he just finished some mediocre movie. 

Finally, you find the courage to get up and run. 

This was totally not awesome. 

[chaotic-noceur]

malaysia truly asia

paring: Nanami Kento x Malaysian!Reader

summary: the story of how Nanami had come to know about Malaysia and his first trip to the country he had longed to visit

warnings + contents: food/eating, beach, multilingual reader (malay is mentioned, the rest is implied), malaysia references (contextual notes are provided!)

a/n: I never thought knowing the Malaysian slogan would come in handy but here I am. Words cannot express how excited my Malaysian heart got when Nanami mentioned Malaysia so I'm hurling this into the tumblr void for anyone interested :)

contextual notes + malay transalation

terima kasih = thank you

ringgit = Malaysian currency

tokyo is an hour ahead of kuantan

sunrise is around 7am in Malaysia, anytime from 4-6am in Tokyo (according to google)

roti canai = 'Indian-influenced flatbread dish' (wikipedia)

roti tisu = similar to roti canai, except thinner and shaped like a cone

pasar malam = night market, usually on closed off sections of road

flag erasers are often collected by school kids who purchase them from the on campus bookshop

"You're not from here." He says it with such assertion that there was no room to deny it, not that you were going to. You quirk an eyebrow up at him instead from your place on your bed. He nods to the english book currently in your hands as if it's a way of answer. Your head tilts to one side and he sighs before continuing. "Your Japanese is good, but you speak it with hints of... uncertainty, like it's not your mother tongue." I would know, he doesn't say. Your gaze falls from his bashfully and he seems to realise the implication of his words. "I apologise, I hadn't meant it as an insult. I was merely hoping to ask about your childhood."

Your mouth forms an o before you reply with a curt "I grew up in Malaysia and then my family moved here." He seems to consider your answer for a moment before nodding and returning his attention to his book. The pair of you fall silent, residual noise from Gojo's graduation party filters in to fill the gap. Before long, you notice his gaze flitting around the room as he shifts in his seat, a sure sign that he was looking for an opportunity to speak more. You chuckling lightly before putting your book away. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything." Your eyes narrow slightly to deduce if he's teasing. But his eyes hold nothing but genuine curiosity. It was rare for Nanami to ever display his true emotions but there was something about his eyes that was always readable to you. So you talk. You tell him about the road trips you used to take up the peninsula, showed him photos of your childhood, pointed out the few bits of home that were scattered around your room. He clings on to every word as you tell him about the near-constant summer, complained about the humidity, and reminisced about the food that you dearly missed.

Truthfully, you are surprised by his interest. Few people had even heard of the small, dual-part country, even fewer have shown any interest in learning more. Maybe this is the moment you fell in love with him. Or at least, it's the moment you accept your feelings for him as something beyond an passing crush but as something worth fighting for.

“I hope we can visit it some day,” he says when you finish.

We, not I, you think. Your heart flutters in your chest at the realisation. He is seemingly unaware at the implication. You reply with a simple “maybe”, refusing to give in to the false hope that he returns your feelings.

Some months later, you find him huddled in a quiet corner of the Jujustu High library engrossed in a book of Malaysian history, a small notepad open beside him. Where he acquired the book was beyond you. With nothing better to do with your rare moment of free time, you shrug your shoulders before heading towards him, making noises as you move so as to not startle him when you settle beside him.

You're flipping through your book in search of the bookmark when he speaks, "would you like me to read to you?" You turn to look at him so fast he's concerned you might have gotten whiplash. His cheeks are flushed slightly and he refuses to meet your eye. You blink at him for several moments and he clears his throat awkwardly. "I just - well, I was hoping to practice my English with you. It's um.." he rubs at the base of his neck, "it's been a while since I've spoken it."

"Oh," you begin for lack of words. For as long as you've known him, he has never once mentioned being multilingual. Then again, he rarely ever talked about himself. Preferring to let Yuu take the lead in conversations or to direct questions away from himself. "Sure, I'd love to help!"

"Te-li-ma kah-sir?"

"Te-ri-ma ka-sih," you correct as you swipe through the selection of in-flight movies. Nanami repeats after you and you nod before smiling at him.

"And what about 'where is the toilet?'"

Your tapping stops momentarily. "Formally, or informally?" He deadpans at you and you chuckle in response. "Di manakah tandas?" His pen glides along his pocket notebook before he repeats after you once more. "Love, you know you'll be fine with just English right?"

He drops his pen and takes a sip of beer from the clear plastic cup before responding. "I know, but it's a sign of respect to make an attempt to learn the official language." A soft smile graces your face before you resume your scrolling. You really are the luckiest human on the planet to be able to call him yours.

It's mid-afternoon when you finally leave Kuatan Airport. Travel fatigue begins to set in on the taxi ride to the beach resort Nanami had booked. You loop your arm with his before settling you head on his shoulder. Instead of telling you that you should've slept on the plane like he would've done if it was anyone else, he simply graces your forehead with a kiss before returning his gaze to the map on his phone.

Checking into the resort is a smooth process. Nanami makes quick work of talking to the receptionist before the pair of you make your way to your room, the resort porter guiding you. Nanami had been inclined to refuse but the porter rejected his offer. The pair of you make light conversation with the resort porter as you walk, Nanami using his arsenal of Malay when he can.

When you arrive at your room, Nanami takes your bags from the porter as you unlock the door. He settles the bags inside as you shake the porter's hand in thanks, passing along a 5 ringgit bill. They thank you with a bow before taking their leave. Nanami shoots you a look of surprise when he notices the action. "I wasn't aware that there was a tipping culture in Malaysia."

"There isn't, not to the extent that westerner do anyway. It's really just porters and housekeeping." You shrug.

He scowls at your slightly. "Regardless, you should have informed me," he grumbles. You chuckle at him before patting his chest lightly, avoiding his sunglasses that hang from the v of his button up.

"Well, you'll have plenty of opportunities to leave a tip for housekeeping." You're staying here for two week after all.

As Nanami does a quick sweep of the room, you set up the wifi for your respective devices before making your way to the snack cabinet. You whoop when you find a packet of your favourite childhood snack. Nanami pokes his head out from the bathroom at the sound, only to raise a curious eyebrow when he finds you crouch on the floor, holding the packet as if it was your child. "What?" you exclaim, "I haven't seen these in years!" His arms shoot up in surrender before he returns to his checks, his lips curling into a smile at your antics.

When Nanami returns to the bedroom, he finds you asleep on the sofa, phone slipping from your grip. He removes it before it falls as he rubs at his eyes as the travel fatigue begins to hit him too. The long flight and layover hadn't done either of you any favours but he supposes that what he gets for choosing a city with a small airport.

He changes you out of your travel clothes before moving you to the bed. Once he stashes your valuables into the safe, he freshens himself up before crawling in beside you. You smell of an airport and the mist the flight attendants had sprayed in the cabin but he doesn't care as he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

This is peace, he thinks. No missions, no curses and no Gojou Satoru. Just the two of you and a (mostly) endless supply of sunshine. He likes the thought of that.

When he wakes from his nap, you’re no longer by his side. He panics for a moment before he turns and finds you sitting out on the wooden deck, admiring the ocean view as the sun begins to set. Raking a hand through his hair, he climbs out of bed and makes his way to you. You smile at him as he sits down before laying your head against his shoulder, his arm looping around your waist.

“Sorry I threw us off schedule,” you say after a while.

You feel his head shake against yours before he says, “as long as you're by my side, there's nothing to apologise for. We’re on holiday. Let’s enjoy the peace while it lasts.”

“Afraid Gojou’s going to appear out of thin air?” you tease. He groans at the mention of his senior's name.

"Don't mention that name again. You'll jinx us." This time, you can't help laugh against him. You peck his cheek in consolidation and he think maybe, just maybe, for once in his life, Gojou will keep his meddling fingers out of things that are none of his concern.

The next two weeks go by in a blur of delicious food, sandy toes and a ridiculous amount of sweat. If there was one thing you didn't miss about Malaysia, it was the humidity. But it never stopped Nanami from intertwining his fingers with yours or ghosting a kiss onto your temple. The pair of you had quickly settled into fragments of a routine since you had first arrived.

Every morning, Kento watches the sunrise from the cushioned seat on the wooden deck. The first time it happened was unintentional. His body had become habituated to waking up early for work. That, combined with the 1 hour time difference and the fact that the sun rose significantly later in Malaysia, meant that he had woken up well before the sky had shown any indication of light. You were still fast asleep, unmoving even as he slowly untangled himself from you. So as to not disturb you, he made himself a cup of tea and read from his Kindle on the wooden deck until the sun had began poking out of the horizon.

Then it just became his own little ritual. On occasions where you wake with him, the pair of you take a walk along the beach. The ocean waves kiss your bare feet to the beat of a song you do not know as you talk about your plans for the day. You stumble across a sea turtle laying her eggs one morning and the pair of you settle onto the sand, far enough away as to not spook her, but close enough to marvel at the rare sight.

Nanami pulls out his phone after a while to record a quick video and sends it to Yuuji. Not long after, Gojou attempts to facetime him and Nanami turns off his phone without hesitation. You chuckle at their antics before you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. Nanami declines all of Gojou calls for you and he gives up after 7 rejections. In hindsight, Nanami really should have seen that coming but he blames the cloud of holiday bliss that fogs his mind.

The rest of your days are spent enjoying the ocean breeze (or more often, the ocean heat), exploring the local attractions, immersing yourselves in the culture and best of all, devouring authentic Malaysian food. Nanami had made a list of the most recommended dining locations ranging from high end restaurants to road side food stalls and you make it your shared mission to visit every single one before you leave.

At each shop, he informs you of the best rated dishes but trusts your instincts/cravings for the most part. You point out any items that he 'has to try, at least once' and he asks questions about the items that pique his interest. More often than not, the pair of you will order a variety of dishes and share them, not able to settle on just one. Being the bread lover that he is, he takes a liking to roti canai. Although he isn't particularly unadventurous with his choices, always settling for a plain roti canai and opting for experimenting with curries instead. So, you take the plunge for him, knowing he'll likely be intrigued by the pointy hat shaped crepe that sits before you — he later learns that it's a roti tisu, or the stuffed roti that arrives. (He thanks you later.)

On your last night there, the pair of you make your way to the biggest pasar malam in the city. Nanami had a list of local fruits that he was hoping to buy while you had a list of souvenir ideas for the kids and your coworkers. You walk hand in hand, following the flow of footfall as your eyes scan the stalls. Nanami doesn't particularly know what he's looking for as he passes the snack stalls but he's enjoying himself all the same as he watches you converse with the stall keepers in a foreign tongue. He slips out of his daze when he feels a cold packet being pressed against his hand. "What's this?" He slips his wrist through the plastic loop and grips the tied-off section of the bag.

"Sugar cane!" you chirp, radiating an excited aura that rivalled Yuuji. Must be the atmosphere, he thinks. He takes a sip through the straw as you receive your change. Sweetness floods his taste buds but don’t overwhelm them. He savours the refreshing coolness it brings, contrasting the humidity. You look to him expectedly as you tug him further down the street. “Good?” you ask over the noise from the crowd.

“Acceptable.” There's a look of content tugging on his features that contradicts his tone and a soft smile tugs at your lips before you're promptly distracted by another stall.

When you finally arrive at the fruit stalls, you’re armed with a packet of cheap flag erasers for the students and an assortment of sugary snacks for the school staff room. The crowd had dwindled as you moved further towards the back of the market, allowing you a clear view of most of the stalls before you.

Nanami tugs on your intertwined hands before leading you towards a stall with mountains of rambutans and mangosteens. He nods politely at the elderly couple manning the store and accepts the plastic basket they hand him. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the smile that tugs at his lips when they greet him in English. Undoubted pleased to be able to use his skills.

“I assume I should pick the ones that are not blackened and soft?” he says to you when the couple finish explaining the pricing. You nod in response as you begin carefully placing fruits into the basket. Nanami mimics your actions beside you before his attention is grabbed by the fruits to your right. “Is that what I believe it to be?”

You follow his gaze as he speaks. When they fall on spiky green fruits and packets of yellow, your eyes light up in delight. “Mhmm,” you hum before turning back to face him. There’s a sparkle of wonder in his eyes that makes you laugh before you turn to speak to the woman, “how much for a packet of durian?”

You look wistfully at the whole durians as the lady bags your items. As much as you would love to see Nanami use his 7:3 technique on the fruit (you can almost sense your ancestors rolling over in their graves at the thought), you know you won't be able to finish it off by yourselves. Besides, there is no guarantee that Nanami wouldn't hate it.

Rather uneventfully, Nanami does not hate durian on instinct — "the smell is uninviting, but the fruit itself is decent," he says as he helps himself to another. So, with the remnants of fruit juice clinging to your lips and the lingering smell of durian on your breath (despite your best efforts to get rid of both), the pair of you now walk along the beach's shoreline. Your pinkies are looped as you rejoice in the complete and utter sense of peace. There are no curses to be worrying about, no impromptu visit from a certain colleague. And for the first time in a long long time, Nanami feels like he can let his guard down. He feels like he doesn’t need to keep looking over his shoulder all the time. He doesn't feel the weight of the country's safety settling in his chest.

“We should come back some time,” he says as the waves lap at your feet gently.

You raise an eyebrow at him, “not sick of fending off mosquitoes and melting in the heat yet?” There’s a teasing glint in your eyes and he chuckles along with you.

He smiles at you then — genuinely, without fear of showing his emotions, shakes his head and kisses your temple gently. “Maybe we can visit your family next time. You can show me where you grew up, your favourite places, where you had your first date...” You smack him across his chest for his teasing while he chuckles at the action.

“Maybe one day.” He interlocks your hands then and ghosts a kiss over your knuckles before looping it over your shoulder to pull you into his chest. One day... when you’re both rid of this curse-riddled life.

[babischlong-six]

Well, you did give me the permission to ask more, so here I am :D I'm still waiting for Mo Sanbi/Qiao Yicheng part 2 (WeiLan Derivs.) because I've re-read the first part like 6 times already (as you can see, I like it like, a normal amount) but I kinda know what to expect. Can you tell me something more about these?

Feng Douzi/You Dongdong (WeiLan Derivs.)

Zhu Houzhao/Pei Wende Childhood Friends Dubcon (WeiLan Derivs.)

and from the Merciless (such a good movie, so little fics)

Crack Time-Travel/Transmigration Fix-it (The Merciless)

I love reading author's thoughts and plans, that's why I always read the comment section underneath fics I like, so getting to ask here is an opportunity I'm not going to waste, tell me if you mind/have enough 😅

Let's jump right into it! I love talking about stuff that I like, and I only write the stuff that I like (although the end product can often leave much to be desired, the content rather than the delivery is always gonna be something that I'm super into).

"Mo Sanbi/Qiao Yicheng part 2 (WeiLan Derivs.)" is gonna be Qiao Yicheng's POV of part one, plus a little extra. It features Guys Bein' Dudes™, co-parenting, aging from young DILFs to older DILFs, dealing with your kids growing up, and most importantly: Family. Not only that, but I also stuck a cameo in by another Bai Yu character: a hapless young wannabe gangster named Lin Dayu. I can also give you an excerpt of The Dads going to see little Xiaowen's school play:

The Feng Douzi/You Dongdong fic is like comedy-genre PWP. Two stupid and frustrated dudebros trying to have sex, but it's not going too well. I mean, it goes pretty well, but not exactly swimmingly.

The "Zhu Houzhao/Pei Wende Childhood Friends Dubcon" fic is pretty much what it says on the box. A petulant emperor who's more complicated (and miserable) than he looks and a done-with-everyone's-shit demon hunter: who used to be an annoying but adorable little prince and pretty much his babysitter: sprinkle in some angst, some power dynamics, and boom! That's the fic. Also there's smut.

The Merciless is a fucking GREAT movie. I'm so glad I made a discord server for it, so that I could get the fandom together to make some stuff. More people need to watch it and make stuff for it for sure.

The Crack Time-Travel/Transmigration fic's premise is here, but basically it's like this: Jaeho dies because Hyunsoo kills him. Except when he wakes up, he's in solitary confinement after Kim Sunghan shows up in jail and the balance of power has shifted. He's taken out of solitary, Hyunsoo saves his life, and Jaeho realizes he has a second chance. Basically, what kind of rom-com the Merciless could have been if Jaeho secured Hyunsoo's loyalty by saving his mom, rather than killing her.

Your comments are a literal blessing, and I love replying to them. Your interest in my stuff feeds me and gives me energy to keep creating. So thank you so much for your interest, and I don't honestly think I'll ever have enough! <3