#im practicing expressions :DD

[flockdog]

my evil twink (brother tail) who contains multitudes actually <3

[st6rly]

you can run but you can’t hide.

SYNOPSIS: i’m gonna make you mine (or in other words, a game of chess with ayato.) | word count: 0.7k

characters: ayato x gn!reader

categories: fluff, ig slight angst, scenario

warnings: the banter could be considered slightly suggestive?? chess terminology that may be inaccurate, threats of violence as a joke, one swear, ayato is a little bit of an ass (read my notes!)

notes: title is from a song, not someone’s elemental burst btw. forever a hater of the fact that hoyo boiled down ayato’s personality to liking boba, being ayaka’s brother + head commissioner, and politeness. we’re giving him banter and snark bc i said so /hj

surprise @aquatik !! i’m your secret santa >:DD im a little rusty when it comes to writing TwT and this fic style is kind of different from my usual so!! i hope you enjoy this fic & my interpretation of him heh. and have a happy holiday!!

You wanted to strangle him.

Tension was laced through the air, a fine weaving of intricate ribbon that wrapped around your shoulders and settled softly, but not unnoticeably. A featherlight weight that demanded acknowledgement. The white knight in front of you was mocking, horse head positioned carefully to swipe your bishop with no way of getting out of it. 

Ayato watched on in glee. A delicate smirk laid out on his refined face.  

With a sigh, you continued to mull over your painstaking next move. His pieces had begun to dominate your side of the board with a few of yours off to the side by his arm. Ayato laced his fingers together, rested his chin on the back of his hands, and huffed in amusement. 

“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m just not going to take my turn,” you remarked with a  scowl, glaring at him from across the table. He cocked his head, expression not wavering. 

“Like what?” 

“Like you’ve already won,” you stated, looking back down at the pieces still on the board, “like you’ve already beat me before this is even over.” 

“But,” a gloved finger came to rest on his chin as he cheerfully quipped back, “haven't I?” 

“This game is not over until one of us officially knocks down the opponent’s king.” You moved a pawn. D5. 

“Are you sure?” White pawn C4. 

“Positive.” Your pawn to C4. Queen’s Gambit accepted. His piece sat off the board to your right. 

“You know.” His knight took your bishop; your queen took his knight. “I have told you that I was a master at this, darling.” 

“Master at what?” You opened up your last bishop. “Running your mouth?” A flimsy checkmate was secured. 

Ayato laughed, a hearty sound that came from deep in his chest and frothed in his throat when it reached the top. 

“It’s wonderful playing with you, my love, you know that?” 

“No,” you felt the beginnings of a smile appear as you spoke, “I don’t. Please tell me more.” 

His queen was gone but so were both of your knights. Yet he still grinned.

“Oops.” Rooks cornered your king despite the placement of your queen, effectively pushing the useless royal to the corner. Ayato smiled, eyes closed as he folded his hands neatly in his lap.

“Checkmate.” 

You scoured the board, looking for a brief slip up on his end, for any open area, before sighing, “Good game, love.” 

“An excellent one indeed.” His eyes alight with mirth and tease foretold what he was about to say next. “Although, maybe practicing with someone more of your caliber may do you some good.”

The small kingdom shook and chess pieces fell, rooks and queens rolling off the table as both kings toppled. 

Slammed in the centre, a crater in the checkered pattern, was your hand. Chair shoved back, you had abruptly stood and scraped the furniture against dark wood. Ayato raised his sight up a slight amount, cheekiness in his giggles while you glowered back. He stood, gaze locked with yours as he leaned in. 

Before a single new word could fall from his lips, you had pulled him by the soft material of his robe, fabric melting under your touch. 

“I was trying to be nice,” you grumbled. From outer eyes, anyone could have mistaken it for utter hatred. Between the two of you, the venom was neutral; Ayato wouldn’t find real malice behind the things you said. 

“As was I.” 

“I fear for the officials you meet on a daily basis if this is your ‘nice’.” 

His smile fell, not from his face or in the way those games that laid about on the floor, but into something softer; warm and homey. He placed a hand over the one clutched to his clothing. 

“It’s a good thing it’s the holiday season then, isn’t it?” He bumped his forehead against yours over the table, position awkward yet he made do. “Means I’m all yours.” 

You faked annoyance, a roll of the eyes followed by a scoff, but the smile that threatened to split your face said it all. 

“Oh poor me. However will I manage?” You replied before tugging and locking your lips with his. 

[phoenixdeleted]

In Stars and Time Loop 50 Siffrin and Odile

HI im back. With more ideas :DD COUGH COUGH. I should make a one shot of these two but I shall post my writing here for now!!!

anyways get ready for a short attempt at a story of this because this has plagued my brain since I posted the last post.

The Stars and Saturn’s Rings

Odile is here! Staring at you! Probably the same way you are at her. You feel like you look more giddy than her look of complete horror.

You don’t think she expected you to show up by her expression. To be fair… you didn’t expect her to be here either so that probably makes this a fair shock. 

This is good though! Probably! This is New! New so far has meant he’s going in the right direction then right? It’s a new act! 

“Siffrin…”

Orrrr this is like when your friends started sending you worried glances… cause you took too long to speak to her... 

well, that’s fine! Right! 

. . . !

YOUVE BEEN STANDING BY THE DOOR! MOTIONLESS!! FOR LONGER THAN YOU SHOULD HAVE!!!!

NOW ITS AWKWARD!!!!!

But that’s fine!! It’s still new and he can fix this! Honestly, he should be more concerned about why she’s here this loop instead of the Book Store which is totally different from the library. But you’d rather explore this loop right now!

“Hi Odile!!!! How are you?” You almost feel your smile grow from the smile you normally hold into something more genuine as Odile tilts her head, what’s with the look in her eyes?

“What… are you doing here Siffrin?” Oh, she’s squinting at you. You’re not just awkward, she’s suspicious!

Wait. That’s not good.

Woops. Improvise!

“I wanted to talk to the Librarian! What are you doing here?” You move forwards to stop awkwardly standing in the doorway like a weirdo!

“You’re…” She shakes her head slightly, “I thought you were meant to be taking a nap.”

You were! You’re glad you didn’t stay there this time!

“Mirabelle woke me up.” You shrug, then you wait for an answer.

It doesn’t quite come.

It surprises you a lot more when Odile grabs your arm and begins to drag you out. You think she said “follow me.” But honestly she could have not. You were too busy realising this is the first time she’s ever touched you in a loop to actually process her words or her actions until you both were out the door.

Well!

This is definitely new!

You follow with very little complaint, you don’t even pull away from Odile’s vice grip when she directs both of your paces to the meadow! Progress!!

Wait, why are you both going to the meadow?

~ —————— ~

This wasn’t happening. 

Absolutely not happening. This doesn’t follow the script! 

You are staring down Siffrin, a Siffrin. Not your Siffrin.

Your Siffrin doesn’t have that manic look in his eyes or that crooked plastered on smile this one seems very determined to use despite his shock. And he’s never, Not Once been to the library in a loop.

This isn’t Siffrin.

You have half the mind to demand answers out of him right here and now, ask where the hell this thing got the idea to play pretend like this. Half a mind to just loop out of this situation, but you’re curious.

You haven’t practiced in a while but for now you need to have patience. Patience for the thing mascaraing as your… friend.

They haven’t moved however and it’s grating on your nerves. Graciously, you decide to knock them out of their internal dialogue. You can feel the venom on your tongue as you hiss out their name.

“Siffrin…”

They jumped. Not flinched, jumped. 

Blinking twice they stare at you before you watch the ‘Realisation’ set in of how caught they were. You can see them fidget under your gaze. Good.

“Hi Odile!!!!” You cringe as it uses your name wrong. Too high pitched. You feel your fists shake behind your back, “How are you?”

Ah, that is a very Siffrin thing to ask.

You glare at the ‘Siffrin’ in front of you. He doesn’t get to change the topic however.

“What… are you doing here?” You do better at hiding the disdain in your voice, though ‘Siffrin’ still seems nervous. 

“I wanted to talk to the Librarian!” Unlikely. “What are you doing here?”

He moves forwards and you fight to stay where you are. The man before you looked far too happy to be caught like he is. The look he’s giving you is making your blood boil.

“You’re…” You pause, you should wait for the call out until later. That did not mean you couldn’t throw them off, “I thought you were meant to be taking a nap?”

Their smile widened, “Mirabelle woke me up!”

You feel a shiver run down your spine at the genuinity of their face. Crab. You didn’t mean to aid their feelings.

Whatever.

You do notice that ‘Siffrin’ seems to be waiting for an answer from you. You almost laugh at the absurdity. Like you were gonna tell him. 

Whatever! You’re done with waiting. 

“Follow me.” You step forwards and grab his arm before he can stop you. He doesn’t even flinch as you begin to drag him out of the library. 

You take your focus off of ‘Siffrin’ after he proves to cooperate. His act was horrendous, his act of your friend was an insult to his character and you weren’t having it.

Your eyes flick over possible routes and for a second you think of bringing him to Clockwork. Nah. Isabeau is over there currently. That would just bring questions.

Then your eyes land on the way to the meadow Siffrin took a nap in.

No one goes there after Siffrin leaves…

That will be fine.

[our-clangen]

WOW i LOVE this so far! ur art style is AMAZING and inspiring me to practice drawing more (i especially love how u draw eyes, ears, and expressions in general.) the designs are also all so gorgeous (ik theyre likely rng but the way they look in ur style is just so pretty aughh)

keep up the good work!! im invested already :D

-@warriorwhiskers

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DD im so happy to be inspiring you, that means a lot!! and thank you hehe, ye the designs are mostly RNG (ill post the cats' refs at the end of the intro moon 0 and have their actual in game sprites alongside them) but i did do my best to also keep them simplified and stylized so theyre a bit easier to draw over and over :p again thank you!! printing this ask out and eating it

[carsaadi]

i wanted to ask about neopronouns. Personally, i see many people using them, but it's always very confusing for me since im not native english speaker. It's a funny thing and i love how expressive and creative people get, but from a grammatical side and just as person who only learns english, it's sorta hard to figure out. So, there is, like, first person, second person, and third person... And also hers his theirs its (I don't know what they're called in english lmao). and i saw people using neos for all of them. How usually people mark it?.. Are your pronouns in pinned only for third person? How can i interpret and understand how to use them correctly when i see them in someone's bio? is there any tips

Adding Krill/Fin to my pronouns is relatively new to me so I don't know too much about it especially since they're not used as often as they/them is used.

Easiest way i can explain how they're used is how i internally make the switch from they/them to the neo's that a person might want me to use. They/Them/Their/Theirs/Theirself -> Krill/Krill/Krills/Krills/Krillself OR Fin/Fin/Fins/Fins/Finsself the layout of each of those pronouns usually'll be the same each time, so at the very least that's how I think of it, though again, I'm not super skilled in changing to these yet! but i am making the effort. Additionally, i hear treating the neo's as if it's a name in the third person works as well, though i haven't had the chance to try it out myself in passing just yet

but for an example: They went to the store -> Krill went to the store That's their book -> That's Krills book Anon went with Them -> Anon went with Krill

At the end of it all, research and practice is best! Don't be too hard on yourself and don't be afraid to make mistakes!! If it's hard to understand, that's okay too.

there's also this really cool [carrd] that has a bunch of em if you're interested in what kind of other neopronouns are out there!! SUPER SORRY IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO GET TO THIS, I WANTED TO DOUBLE CHECK WHAT I WAS SAYING AND TO MAKE SURE I WAS GETTING THEM RIGHT,, though if I did mess something up, please don't hesitate to let me know, I'm always willing to learn. <:DD

[seancefemme]

I gotta say Red, sometimes I think you really just might be the devil 📌

[cloudystevie]

please write more daddy!andy i love ur writings <333333

pairing || daddy! andy x bratty fem! reader

warnings || trying to be a brat but failing, daddy kink, dd/lg overtones, mocking/condescending, age gap, voice kink, reader with she/her pronouns, oral f receiving, kissing, fingering, kinda mean but also soft! dom andy

18+ only minors dni, do not read. do not repost or translate any of my writing anywhere.

you sighed and picked at your nails disinterestedly, watching clueless playing on the flatscreen inside your bedroom

it was now half past 9, andy had promised to be in your room a whole 30 minutes ago! you were gonna make him make it up to you for making you wait so long!

not even bothering to look up as you hear those familiar heavy steps trying to be disingenuous as they near your bedroom, no doubt in your mind who they belonged to.

and you definitely did not bother looking up when he opened your door and closed it gently behind him, clicking the lock in place

you can see from the corner of your eye that he seems apologetic and bashful, but who were you if not a little brat

“hey honey” his low baritone breaks the silence and caresses your ears, making you shudder

you were weak when it came to andy, so weak that you had to press your thighs together underneath the fluffy comforter to quell he ache growing between your thighs

when you ignore him andy is almost worried, he was planning on making it up to you regardless but when he notices the movement underneath the comforter he just smirks

you were just being the spoiled little brat you were

you roll your eyes in an attempt to piss him off but he doesn’t let you get to him, instead he silently walks closer to you and grabs the tv remote to pause the romcom you forced him to watch enough times that he had practically memorized the whole script by now

andy’s arms are on either side of you, caging you in yet still you avoid his amused gaze, trying your best to maintain your poker face despite wanting nothing more than to jump into his arms

“what’s got my baby so pouty hmm? daddy’s so sorry baby c’mon give daddy a kiss.” his face is so close to yours you can feel his breath fanning over your face and it takes all your power not to let your eyes flutter shut and succumb to his warmth

jutting your bottom lip out you reach for your phone, a picture of andy asleep surrounded by your stuffed animals as your lockscreen which never fails to make you smile

deciding to respond to some texts from your best friends and from a lack of response from you makes andy trail kisses down your neck, his beard scratching down the sensitive column of your bare skin forcing a muffled gasp out of you

“my poor pouty baby just wanted daddy’s attention hmm? daddy’s home now baby.”

you are weak. so. fucking. weak.

thus the whimper, “daddy.” and andys never been more delighted to hear your shy voice

“there she is, my grumpy little baby just missed her daddy so much huh?” he coos at you, kissing you everywhere he possibly could

you huff, “you’re late! 30 whole minutes! im mad at you!”

“aww honey you’re breakin’ my heart. daddy had to deal with some problems at the office, nothing little girls like you should concern themselves with.” he smirks, knowing he’s playing you like a goddamn guitar with all the right strings

your expression melts and you whine, fisting the collar of his tight black t-shirt and bucking your hips up, frustrated by the lack of attention to your core

“oh look at you needy baby, just need daddy to take care of you? is that it?”

“please daddy! please just touch me!” you whine which is met with a chuckle as andy tuts and slowly pulls the comforter off you, revealing your body adorned in your precious silk sleeping sets that never fail to get him hard

“look at you, dressed up so pretty for daddy hmm?”

you nod your head, bucking your hips up at the sudden wave of cool air caressing your skin

“all for daddy! please daddy touch me! been waiting so long!”

he shushes you, sliding your sleep shorts down the length of your legs, revealing your bare, dripping pussy and he can't hold back the groan emitting from deep within his chest at the sight

"daddy's gonna make it up to you baby until you forgive him." he speaks as he leans in closer to your dripping core, closing his eyes as your addictive smell engulfs him until he is no longer able to restrain himself, licking a broad stripe up the length of you and groaning, the vibrations making you twitch

"d-daddyyy!!!" you mewl, hand tangling in his cropped hair and bucking your hips against his face, chasing the friction you desperately needed

he begins eating you out relentlessly, flicking his tongue at your seeping skit and wrapping his lips and sucking your swollen button, making your back arch off the bed as your legs begin to quiver

he grunts, "you forgive daddy yet baby? you needa forgive daddy so he can make you cum."

through a fuzzy mind and slurred speech now that two of his thick fingers were pounding into you, mindlessly repeating "i forgive you daddy! please make me cum please daddy!"

your mewls increase in volume, the way your hole is quivering, sucking his fingers in, and your stuttered breathing let him know you're nearing your peak, so he pulls away completely making you whine in frustration, tears welling in your eyes and instantly spilling over

you were so far gone and andy had so many ideas of how to make it up to you

"aww poor baby didn't get what she wanted. maybe my dumb little girl shouldn't have rolled her eyes at daddy then."

you sob, pulling him closer by his shirt and buck your hips up, "p-please i'm so sorry daddy please didn't mean it jus' wanted your attention!"

he shushes you gently, tracing his fingers messily over your soaked pussy making you shiver while his other hand rubs your back in a soothing manner

"admit it then baby, tell me you act like a stupid little slut when this little pussy needs to be filled." he speaks down to you, directly in your ear and you knew one thing, you were certainly going to get what you wanted

[yeeunjia]

hello Yeeun!!! i just got new lizards and i'm super happy about it, and it made me wonder what enhypen's reaction to their s/o having/getting a not normal or creepy pet would be (could be spiders, cockroaches, snakes, lizards, etc, whatever ur comfy with!!) if this ask is a bit out of ur comfort zone then pay no mind to it!! i know some ppl don't really like reptiles and bugs 😊

⩩ · (𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍) ✰ REACTION TO THEIR S/O GETTING AN UNUSUAL PET ♡︎ ٫ ot7 x idol!gn!reader | fluff & crack | slight swearing & mentions of bugs + spiders + lizards + snakes !!

𓆩♡𓆪┊ THE WAY THIS REQUEST TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO WRITE?? im sorry!

희성 // heeseung

sees you happily walking in the room with a cockroach in your hand. expressions literally went '( 0⌓0)' along with jay's. "what are they doing?...." jay shrugs. "y/n? do you need me to throw that out for you?" heeseung asks and you stare at him in disbelief, making both him and jay confused. "this is ____! managernim allowed me to keep him!" your boyfriend's eyes went wide, "like... A PET??" you pout, "yeah? what's wrong with that?!" you noticed him nervously looking at the cockroach and you grabbed his hand and placed it on his palm. "c'mon, hee. it's not that bad!" heeseung just shrieks, closing his eyes and looking away. jay does the same too <'3

‎‎ਏਓ continue reading / others under cut !! ⸻

제이 // jay

the poor guy just expected you to be on the sofa, playing with your phone after your dance practice. and he saw something he never expected to see instead! he felt like his heart was about to explode when he saw a snake on your arm! but you didn't mind that, there were no signs of discomfort too and it wasn't much of a surprise for jay. he knew that you've always found snaked interesting, after all. "you actually got one?" he plops beside you, giving your forehead a peck before observing your new pet. "of course! do you like it?" the way you smiled almost made him melt. he just nodded. jay soon saw it as your child too :'DD

제이크 // jake

he saw your vlive and how you talked about getting an insect as a pet and jake thought that you weren't being serious. he also found out that you were alone in your dorms so he decided to visit as he wanted cuddles <'3 and when he opens the door to your room- what did he see? his lover holding a mantis. "OH MY GAWD Y/N!!" jake screeches and trips on his own foot. you placed your mantis on the side of your table and rushed to help your boyfriend "jake, you seriously need to keep it down!" you groan and he just tightly wraps his arms around you, peeking at your pet, "y/n....WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT???"

성훈 // sunghoon

hoon knew that you planned on going out to finally get a pet. he was having a vlive and you finally came back. fans immediately knew that it would be you so they immediately asked to see you and hoon immediately called you. "y/n also got a new pet! i can't wait to see what they g- HOLY FUC-" his chair falls as soon as he sees you holding a cage with a spider in it. you chuckle, "relax hoon, its in the a cage!" your boyfriend pouts, "but why... a spider?" "it seems unique so why not!" you smile. it would take a few days of convincing hoon to at least just take a look at the poor spider <//3

정원 // jungwon

he saw you talking to txt's soobin! he knew that you two suddenly just became close, but he paid no attention to that. when you finally said your 'goodbyes' , won decided to great his sunbaenim and approached you. "i saw you with soobin sunbaenim earlier." you nod your head, "mhm! i wanted to ask him about a few things!" this is when won became curious, "like...?" you led him to a room, not giving him a clue just yet. "well, i got a pet!" his eyes lit up, visibly feeling excited, "really? what animal?" you flash a smile, "you'll see!!" you took a cage out, revealing the pet. "a hedgehog! i named it ____" jungwon honestly looked more excited than you. he immediately went closer to it! "it's cute. cuter than you." he smirks and you pout, "fair enough!"

선우 // sunoo

he's been scrolling thru twitter for hours. a tweet talking about your new pet then catches his attention. you never told him about getting one, after all! he immediately stood up, running to the door and sprinting to your dorms. he had no idea about what the pet was- and when he bursts in your room, he screams. "Y/N- IS THAT LIZARD EATING YOUR HAND!?" you roll your eyes, "firstly- how did you even get in here!? and no! of course not!" the poor boy seemed terrified but then even proceeds to be interested in it! he would even act like its parent after a few days- often asking about it and even giving it a proper eating and sleeping schedule TT

니키 // niki

this boy is absolutely fearless (stan le sserafim <'3). he loves exploring things as well- so he can't help but feel excited when you told him that you got a stick bug. he searched it up and honestly found it cool! barges in your room and immediately plops down beside you, staring at your new pet. he'd ask to touch or hold it right away! he'd also ask TONS of questions! niki probably posts about it more too

ENHYPEN MASTERLIST // REQUESTS & MESSAGES  ʚ♡ɞ

ও. PERMANENT TAGLIST (open) : @kpoplover718 (side note: i am NOT sure if those who asked to be in my permanent taglist when i didn't have one yet still wants to be added which is why they aren't included here yet! still, do feel free to send an ask or dm me if you still wish to be added <3)

[tonystarksproperty]

yandere wonder woman hcs ? also can i be 🌙 anon? :DD

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ | ᴅ. ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ

shes lowkey bad doe

gn reader cuz im a libra

warnings: yandere themes, diana being the best, possessiveness, obsessiveness, suggestive themes, implied stockholm syndrome

Diana had misunderstood the concept of what even love was when Steve was gone. She was so afraid of love and just stuck with herself and her honor. Humans are such a fragile but disgusting species and she was too different.

Truthfully, deep down: she was just afraid of losing the ones she cared so much for, the small thought scares her and she refuses to make her enemies, her lovers enemies.

She is so used to everything being taken away from her, she doesn't have values or morals. That is...when she met you. Lost, lonely, (name) who was only existing.

She believed that love from first sight was a thing and she chose to believe that concept when she ran into you, well practically speaking: you ran into her. You were running from a dog that happened to be chasing you and you ran right into her.

She helped you and then that's how how her obsession starts.

Using Bruce's technology, she accessed your file with ease: learning about you, studying you, your education, friends, family, even where you grew up. She studied your background and literally encrypted it to her mind.

There was this coil in her stomach that was unsatisfied with the information about you, and it made her crave more.

Her fellow members catch on in an instant. "Looks like Artemis shot an arrow!" Barry joked while Victor shook his head as he let out a small chuckle as Arthur was looking over at Barry with an annoyed expression. "Get it? Cause Diana has blood from the gods and Artemis is a god and shoots-nevermind." The youngster stated while slumping shoulders from rejection of the lack of laughter.

Diana didn't mind their childness, she didn't care cause they wouldn't understand.

As a yandere: she doesn't really change her personality much, she is still the same mature artist that her human characteristics take, yet at the same time she is a bit possessive over you.

You don't mind it as much, it was nice to be cared for but there was a peak when she said you couldn't necessarily match with your friends when going out. "Take it off or don't go at all." She commands while giving a displeasing look as her arms are folded across her chest in a stiff position.

You were well aware that Diana was a bit over-protective but when the unhealthiness came into the relationship, you were a bit cautious about what you say or do around her.

Is the very definition of a helicopter parent. She doesn't even attempt to hide it, She is shameless about tendencies and command but you were no child.

You ask if she could start considering your feelings, maybe even consider letting you go out once but she doesn't budge: claims that the outside world is far too dangerous and that your better off safe with her, but you excuse it by saying that you wanted to go out once in a life time but she refuses.

No matter how good the argument, it's for your safety.

Diana is afraid of losing another loved one. Which is why her yandere tendencies are even there in the first place. She has a grief for Steve but at the same time: you're her comfort, hugging you at random times, reminding you that she is doing it all for you when she puts a parent lock on your phone. (with the help of bruce cause she doesnt know how to use a phone)

She loves you, and you love her, well you're going to, considering you won't be leaving her side for a long, long, long, long, very, long, time.

Give her your love, your mind, your body, your soul.

“Jusqu'à ce que la mort nous sépare, mon amour.” 

“Til death do us part, my love.”

credz to @/tonystarksproperty

[your-local-uwu-artist]

a big wip/sketch doodle dump >:DDD

apricot doodles! (@chasani) despite having litterally just been the first thing that came to mind i am deciding on apricot as his final name~ its cute and i feel it fits his personality fsr~

anyway!! i like to do lots of doodle sheets with my characters so that i can play around with their body language and expressions as well as learn to draw them more efficiently: it's really fun and its great practice! if you struggle with like, drawing a character without a lot of sketching before hand, i'd say this kind of just fill a page with doodles of them excercise can be very helpful :DD

this has been sitting in my wips for a while, ive never done a lineless piece as ambitious as this and im not sure how to go about it, if anyone knows any artists that do cartoony lineless scenes like this please lmk!!! esspecially any speedpaints/timelapses

kirby animation progress is going great!!! i only have a few more backgrounds to color than it'll just be line-coloring and final details!!

recently remembered this sketch! no clue when i sketched this, def a while back. Anyway, its cute so im going ahead and doing some lineart, think ill add simple coloring when im done~

ddlc mockup thing? idk i like drawing game screenshot mockups

im trying to learn how to draw cats: any tips appreciated ndjksafn

des doodles!!

more game screenshot mock ups!! really excited to finish and share this one~

their ocs and i dont know litterally anything about them other than they are lesbians and they are girlfriends

i wanna try like a,i guess like pen looking lineart for this doodle sheet

oc sketches, their name is casette, she's a robot, they're for this webcomic idea i have and i love him sm <3

funfact: once i drew bowuigi and bowsette x peach fanart on a napkin because someone said something that had an aftertaste of homophobia about my passion for shipping silly viddy game characters

[xiaowhore]

so i was just thinking abt luke again,, mainly because i was literally 5 rolls before getting a guaranteed ssr,, but his rate up duration has run out :// and now im basically drowning in misery for not getting him ;((

with agonizing sorrow comes the ringing bells of angst <333 so i thought…

what if luke had attended mc’s wedding,, not as the groom ofc,, but as the best man ;DD and you know, he’s patently suffering because of these practically ancient emotions he’s been desperately grasping at straws for his entire life.

and this is where reader comes in :”)) because luke asks reader to accompany him to the wedding - perhaps the reason behind it is what you believe, as some trivial root of comfort for the regretful man, while he watches the only person he’s ever loved walk past him with a warm smile and down that aisle to another man.

but you were wrong of course - it wasn’t as simple like it had seemed on the surface, in fact you had barely scraped it with those groundless assumptions yet somewhat plausible theories,, because the moment you both step out of that wedding church, he immediately turns to you with beaming irises and…asks you to be his girlfriend.

crazy, right? you’ve literally just accompanied the damn man to his long time crush’s wedding, and now he was asking you out. there was no room for doubt or hesitation in what you offered him as an answer - hell no - to which his jubilant expression falters and your eyes begin to water with tears,,

because how dare he say such a thing? what gives him the right to finally admit it now - now that mc has already gotten married, now that he realizes he has not even a sliver of a chance with her anymore, now that he just so happens to finally look over to his right and all he sees is you?

you have been second to that woman for eight damning years - in everything.

“and i will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her.” you say, unable to stop the stream of liquid tumbling down your flushed cheeks anymore.

you can’t, and you won’t do it.

not when you’ve spent all those fucking cruel years loving him.

aaaaaaa bye time to disintegrate, that was so,, ugh disgustingly written 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ and thank god that’s all for her damn rant today 🤢 hope i don’t ruin your day with this bullshit bestie <333

wait 5 rolls until pity??? i- im not sure what to say to comfort you ;-; i hope you got the guaranteed ssr tho, since lost gold pity doesn't carry over the next 4ssr event... (i can say i empathize with you though, i didn't get luke either :'D it's always the person in the same banner as him)

anD WHAT DO YOU MEAN DISGUSTINGLY WRITTEN?? I MUST THANK YOU FOR FEEDING ME DELICIOUS LUKE CONTENT. IN FACT, I'D LIKE TO ADD ON TO IT.

you being his rebound just to soothe his pain is one thing, but what if- what if he does have feelings for you? small and fleeting, but it exists. he can't say it's enough, but it blooms, growing stronger with each day that passes.

it starts with a simple thought — “i enjoy spending time with you.” not as much as he likes being with mc, but his eyes sparkle in joy when you walk through his antique shop's doors to pay a visit, his face breaking out into a bright smile unconsciously. though he used to anxiously wait for mc in the past, he forgot how he even missed her; he couldn't remember, not when you came to scold him for skipping lunch and brought him a homecooked meal yourself. “take care of your health more,” you tell him sternly while pinching his cheek, and he felt unusually giddy.

the next moment happens when you asked him out to go to a newly opened cafe together, eager to take a look at the store everyone's been raving about. he silently admires your contemplative expression when you examine the menu, seriously pondering if the expensive prices were worth your wallet. luke shakes his head, sliding a hefty amount of cash onto the counter; “i'll pay this time.” and, well, who were you to refuse?

you take a seat by the window, visibly happier, and luke can feel himself smile again... that's been happening a lot lately. it remains on his face for the entire time you chat, both of you thoroughly engrossed by your conversation, but you falter when your eyes sweep over somewhere behind him. naturally, curiosity gets the best of him, and he turns around to glance at what your caught your eye.

it's mc, hooking arms with her fiance while looking over the menu together.

at once, luke prepares to feel that same pang of hurt he always endures, the harsh blade of reality piercing through his chest, cutting whatever meaningless what-ifs he may have had. but it... it's faint. it isn't as prominent as before, where he wants to leave the premises immediately, just to get away from the sight. no, it's faint this time... a needle prick, causing him to flinch in surprise for a second, and no more than that. it surprises himself how unaffected he is, but it's pleasant — he can tell he's healing, bit by bit.

(in comparison, your face is paler than his, the fear of being left behind hitting you full force. it knocks the air out of your lungs, and you forget how to breathe.

you only come back to your senses when luke grips your hand, concern evident in his gaze.)

still, luke isn't sure. maybe it was his desperation tricking him into thinking he loved you. maybe anyone would do for him, anyone that can make him forget his pain. it didn't matter, so as long as he doesn't have to think about mc again.

he glances at the ring stored away in his room. the ring he used to polish to perfection, fiddling and fumbling in moments he reminisced of mc. the ring he once dreamed of giving to her, his promise of forever.

he hasn't touched it for months.

his heart tells him, “you don't need it anymore.”

he wants to make sure of it, so he waits. he waits until the day of her wedding, to confirm if it still hurts.

when luke sees her in the white dress, flowers weaved into her hair, he quietly thinks “pretty.” (but when he sees your dazzling smile, his breath is taken away and all he can think of is you, you, you.)

when she walks down the aisle, her lips formed into a shy smile, he smiles in kind. “you look happy.” (at the back of his mind, he wonders if you'd look like this too.)

when she exchanges vows with her husband, tearfully professing her feelings, he doesn't feel envious. he onced wished to be in the space beside her, but not anymore. “i'm glad you found someone you can love this deeply.” (and he too, knows he found that someone.)

and yet...

the world comes to a standstill when tears stream down your face. “i will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her.”

the blade pierces his heart, and it pains him more than ever.

[glazelilyy]

cynophobia

request from anon - "Hello :3 can i request diluc x gn reader one :3 the reader have cynophobia and they didn't tell anyone because they thought it was a no big deal and one day diluc brought the reader puppies thinking the reader might love them but when they open their eyes they started to panic and couldn't breath and diluc he was very worried and a lot of comfort and fluff pls? :> thank youu"

a/n - anon this is so precious omg. i love hurt/comfort, i'll do my best to deliver on this request :DD i personally don't have cynophobia (i love dogs very much!!) but i based the reader's reaction off of my own symptoms when experiencing claustrophobia. uuu this isn't my best work honestly im kinda fried from school. might take a step back and work on a headcanon post for the genshin boys instead :')

pairing - diluc x gender neutral reader

word count - 1817

genre - fluff, less hurt more comfort

format - fic

warnings - symptoms of a panic attack, cynophobia

summary - diluc finds a stray puppy near angel's share one day and brings it home to his beloved...who turns out to be terrified of dogs

content under the cut!

all evening he'd been hearing small scratches and faint yips from just outside the back door in the storage room.

at first, it didn't concern him that much. perhaps a squirrel or a fox was roaming around the city and had ended up at his establishment's doorstep. as the night waned on, he found himself frequently disappearing into the storage room to see if the noises were still present.

he would have liked to investigate immediately, but charles was practically juggling four shot glasses on his arm as kaeya and rosaria kept throwing them back, not to mention many senior members of the adventurer's guild had gathered at angel's share to celebrate an anniversary of some sort. all hands were needed tonight, and between him and charles the workload would still be massive.

after pacing back and forth for a minute in deliberation, he decided against his gut feeling and walked back out to assist charles; he could always come back later.

and come back later he did. when the tavern finally closed for the night (after having to wrangle venti and kaeya off the bar counter might he add), he finally got to thoroughly examine the back room where the strange noises had been coming from. his hands turned over kegs and looked over and underneath cupboards and cabinets. the scratches and small yips were faint but he could hear them clearly. "what is that...?" he muttered, beginning to get a bit frustrated at this point.

he was beyond tired and longed to trudge home and melt into the arms of his beloved. yet he knew unless he found out what the hell was scratching at his backdoor he wouldn't sleep soundly tonight.

the sounds grew louder as he opened the backdoor leading outside and looked around. he went to shut the door again but was surprised when a particularly loud yip caught his ear. a small, adorable, little black puppy bounded up to him from around a corner and raised its paws up to his shins, fluffy tail wagging energetically from side to side.

his alarmed expression melted into a rare smile as he bent down to scoop the little black ball of fur into his arms. "and just who might you be? have you been causing the ruckus i've been hearing all night?" he cooed, raising a hand to scratch the puppy behind its ears. he didn't get much of a response other than a happy whine and bark.

there were two things diluc ragnvindr were weak for in this world: his beloved, and dogs. the latter was currently lapping up his cheek with its tongue affectionately as he stifled his chuckles. "do you have an owner?" he mumbled to the puppy, who responded with a lick to his nose. "i'll take that as a no then."

the puppy's wide, watery eyes bored into his, its tongue hanging out lazily with an adorable smile. diluc felt his heart melt, shifting the puppy so he held it up to his face. "i know someone who would adore you," the puppy yipped and wriggled in his arms, earning another chuckle from diluc.

he walked back into the tavern to finish closing up, this time carrying the puppy in his arms. charles shot him a confused look but shooed him off nevertheless. "i'm sure (y/n) is waiting up for you, don't keep them waiting master diluc i'll close up." he nodded gratefully and left the tavern to charles, beginning the long trek back home to dawn winery.

the puppy had settled down considerably, he almost thought it was asleep had its glassy eyes not been trained on him all the while. he couldn't wait to see their reaction, he wasn't very sure if they were a cat or dog person but surely this adorable puppy would win them over should they be on team cats.

he sighed in relief seeing the lights of the winery come into view, his brisk walk turned into a bit of a jog taking care to make sure the puppy in his arms wasn't jostled uncomfortably. he finally arrived and entered the winery with eager steps. "my love? are you in here?" he called out in an even voice, a voice that the soft smile on his face betrayed.

"di? i'm in your study!" their velvety voice called to him from upstairs. with each step he climbed, his anticipation grew. the puppy squirmed in his arms and he gently shushed it as he approached his study. "love...this may sound weird but might i ask that you cover your eyes please?"

he heard the bustle of papers and his chair scratch lightly against the wooden floors. "cover my eyes...? well alright then. my eyes are closed!" he stepped into his study and approached them with the puppy in hand. "diluc what sort of game is this? if this is like that time with the silk flowers-" they spoke between giggles.

"no no!" he laughed silently and crouched down beside them at his desk, where they sat presumably sorting through his documents. "alright, open your eyes love." they peeled their palms back from their luminescent (e/c) eyes and looked down at the puppy diluc held to their face.

"isn't it adorable? i found it outside the tav- (y/n)?!" his relaxed expression soon morphed into once of concern and alarm when they stumbled back over in the chair and scooted away on their hands and behind, their back hitting one of his bookcases.

"(y/n)?! what's wrong? you look like you've seen a ghost-" he went to approach them but they vehemently shook their head, their once steady breathing now ragged and heavy.

"p-please...d-diluc i-i can't...the d-dog..." their voice trembled through the tears that welled in their eyes and rolled down their cheeks in rapid succession.

he immediately got the hint and rushed out of his study, placing the puppy on the floor outside. part of him felt bad for practically kicking the puppy out but right now his beloved was of more importance. he gently shut the door to his study and approached them, who still sat trembling on the floor. they furiously rubbed at their eyes and tried to steady their breathing but to no avail, they continued to shake and shudder. he felt his heart twist and contort with worry and guilt, but his prime objective now was calming them down.

"(y/n), breathe for me. you need to get your breathing under control." he kneeled down beside them. when they drew back from his gloved hand, only then did he realize he'd touched the puppy with them and discarded the gloves carelessly, flinging them in an obscure corner of the room.

"i'm going to touch your hand, okay?" he spoke in a calm, even voice despite the erratic and frantic beat of his heart hammering in his head. they managed to nod through their shaking and tears and didn't flinch this time when he slipped his hand into theirs, pressing it up against his chest near the ruby colored pendant that swung from his neck.

"match my breathing (y/n), focus on breathing. you're doing so well," he murmured in a comforting tone, beginning to thumb over their shoulder lightly with his free hand. he breathed in deeply and exhaled, continuing to do so when he saw their attempts to mimicking his breathing. they tried to speak but the words died in their throat as more tears began to run down their face. diluc felt his chest tighten and continued to try and calm them down.

his thumb never ceased its ministrations, words of praise and reassurance never stopped flowing from his lips and after a brief while, he felt the shaking start to subside. he raised his hand to brush away any stray tears that cascaded down their cheeks and gave them a reassuring smile. "you're okay, you're safe i promise." he sat on the ground and pulled them into his lap, letting them lean their head against his chest as he wrapped his arms securely around their body.

"i-i'm sorry..." they quietly whispered into the velvet fabric of his coat. "you have nothing to be sorry about my love." the shaking had subsided but from the panicked expression on their face it seemed adrenaline was still coursing through their veins. he hummed gentle, soothing tunes and rubbed comforting circles on the surface of their back, pressing small kisses to their head every now and then. "you're doing so well, you're almost there, it's okay you're safe." they breathed in shakily, still attempting to follow his breathing exercise.

"t-thank you d-diluc..." the strain in their voice sent a pang of guilt through his heart, unconsciously he held them closer and pressed a kiss to their tear-stained cheek. "you've no need to thank me, i'm just glad you're alright now." they sniffled and went limp in his hold. "i-i should probably tell you what that was about, huh?" he shook his head in response. "you are free to tell me whatever you wish," he paused before continuing, "but at least i know now that you aren't particularly fond of dogs." they let out what sounded like a strained laugh and nodded.

for a while they sat in silence, if it weren't for their little sniffles every now and he'd have thought they'd fallen asleep. "let's get you to bed," they mumbled in protest but the exhausted look on their face couldn't lie. suddenly, he remembered that the puppy was no doubt wandering the halls and might trigger a similar if not worse response from them.

he instead set them down on the red, plush couch in a cozy corner of his study. "di...?" they watched through bleary eyes as he shrugged off his outer coat and placed it over them like a blanket. "i have to take care of something very quickly, but i promise i'll be right back." he lovingly kissed their forehead, then their cheek. it pained him to leave them even for a little while, but he wanted to be sure that there was no risk of another flare up.

when the puppy had been secured in another room with food and water for the night and his beloved now lay in their shared bed, only then did they finally open up about the origin story of their seemingly irrational fear. "i-it's stupid but...because of that reason i just can't be around dogs..." they fiddled with the sheets in an embarrassed manner. "no fear is stupid, even if irrational. thank you for telling me love." diluc sighed in relief and ran his thumb over their hand held in his.

he ended up giving the puppy to kaeya the next day, and when asked why diluc hadn't taken it in himself, he simply responded "not a dog person." and went on his way, his head filled only with thoughts of their smile.

date published: may 9th, 2021

[midnightbot-archive]

Hyunjin Plot Update 01

// cw: murder, blood, profanity//

The witches had managed to track down hyunjin down to all the way back in New Orleans, it being fairly obvious it was the right place due to the recent spike of crime and strange "animal attacks" the city was drowning in.

With that siyeon and yunho set out to follow him. Finding him in a bar in town he had compelled almost every single person in and outside of.

"ah! " he gasps as he draws his fangs out from the girls neck he had been feeding off of. "now, what are you two doing here? come to join the fun~?" he chuckles sadistically.

"hyunjin, you left everyone without a word, what the hell happened? do you even know how much of a mess minji is??" siyeon practically screams at him.

he shrugs "y'know... ,that really doesn't sound like my problem." he cocks and eyebrow, dropping the girl and casually walking to the bar to pour himself a drink.

"yea.. it's worse this time, hes been out feeding too long, his humanity is off its gonna be harder to pull him back from this one." yunho leans, speaking to siyeon.

"but since you're here! meet my friend~ oh wait! i just think you actually might know him~ " hyunjin winks and calls out, as san comes out from another room.

"yunho! always so soo nice to see you, old friend~ " he winks, joining hyunjin for another drink.

yunho expression darkens as siyeons grasps his hand holding him back "dont."

"are you fucking kidding me hyunjin?"

"what? the guy is a lot of fun! nothing like the two of you, come on relax a little."

",its true~ i am plenty fun! "

" hyunjin you have to come back."

"i actually dont? i cant do just about, whatever i want~ and i say, me and my friend continue just what we were doing. "

" i couldn't agree more~ " san says and gives them one last look before using his powers and swiftly throwing them outside of the bar, closing the doors locking them out.

siyeon and yunho fall to the ground on the concrete and look back at one another.

"I really didn't want to bring gluttony or minji out here with him like this but we have no other option, hes not going to listen to us."

"yea and the fact hes made friends with Satan spawn himself. But your right."

key:

Hyunjin

Yunho

Siyeon

San: @dmonsan

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[tobi-momo]

Disconnected Fate

a/n: hehe thank you for @velvxtparadise​ for requesting this im so happy you did bc it was an amazing idea (their works are also so amazing you should check ‘em out) but ya THANK YOU ily!!

Disconnected Fate: Soulmate AU/Quirkless AU - Sero x Reader

Synopsis: Soulmates were something to be treasured. The second half of your soul, finally connecting, becoming one. But, you couldn’t really rely on that if your string is cut. But will meeting someone with your same fate change that?

Word Count: 3110

Warnings: Cursing, clubbing, drinking, mentions of vomiting, kissing, old ass pervs, groping (if there are more pls let me know!!) {does include some todomomo and kamijirou}

“Mina, I don’t think this fits very well,” you laugh at your figure in the mirror, turning your body and running your hands down the fabric to slim it down. Mina opens to you, practically jumping at you before placing her hands at your shoulder to rotate your body; jaw dropping at the sight.

“Y/n, shut the hell up. You look so fucking sexy it’s not even funny,” she chuckles, giving your ass a playful smack before tugging at the thin strap that held your dress up. The strings connected to a loose bateau neckline, showing a little cleavage, and looking down, you see the way your snug dress brings out your curves and hips. Wow- you really did look amazing, didn’t you? “Okay, that should do it. Are we ready? The guys are probably waiting for us.”

Your head whips to your friend, who definitely did not tell you about boys being with you. “What? Boys- boys? Mina.”

She looks back at you with a shocked look, making it seem like you knew, and gave a blank, “what?”

“Why didn’t you tell me there would be boys? I only know like, three other people from your friend group, and I’m not even sure they like me.” You complain, leaving the closet for the bathroom to touch up on your makeup before hearing your other bestie chime in.

“Don’t worry, y/n! I like having you around very much, and I’m sure the others will, too!” Momo says, finishing her mascara. 

“Yeah, and you’re fun to duet and play with,” Kyouka acknowledges while painting her nails.

“See?” Mina remarks. “They love you. Eiji has already told the others, and none of them have anything bad to say!”

“Yet.”

“Kyo!” 

“Kidding~” she corrects.

“Y/n, you’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it, they’ll love you. Just...I don’t know, be yourself!”

“Thanks, Mina, that actually helps a lot,” you smile sarcastically before turning your smile flat. “I’ll be sure to do that once I get over the fact that I’ve never hung out with your friends before.” 

“Oh my God, y/n. Stop stressing. You’ll be fine.” Mina assures. “And maybe you’ll find a little special someone~” she vocalizes and points to the ring finger of your right hand. 

Oh. Right. You thought, looking down at your hand. The red string tied to your finger that connected you to the person the universe wants you to spend the rest of your life with. The string that leads you to the person you’ve always wanted, needed. Your soulmate. You had always wanted that person to come in your life, to sweep you off your feet and be with you for the rest of your days, but it was hard to believe in all that when your string was cut. Your string connected you to your soulmate, so why was yours cut? Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be for you.

“Y/n? Y/n.” You blink up to Mina’s fingers snapping at you.

“Huh? Oh, sorry,” you smile, “I just spaced out.”

“Classic y/n.”

“Kyo.” Mina glares at Kyouka.

“What? I’m just sayin’.”

“Okay, are we all done here?” You ask while looking around at Momo, Kyouka and Mina; checking the belongings around them and seeing their small handbags.

“Yup!” 

“Mhm.”

“Finally! Okay, let’s go bitches.” Mina exclaims as Kyouka shakes her head then drags herself up, leaning her head back, an annoyed expression painted on her face. 

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“Bro, come on! Just have one- ONE- drink. Please?” Kaminari pouts, handing Sero a small glass of whiskey, the ice clinking within the glass.

“I don’t know man. You guys are probably gonna get hammered tonight, and Katsuki refuses to be the DD again,” Sero shrugs back, leaning on the counter of the bar.

“You’re damn right I ain’t the DD tonight. I haven’t had a good drink in a minute, and you guys are annoying as it is, so maybe a couple might make it easier to put up with you.” Bakugou groans, downing his drink, walking up to the bartender to order another one.

“Hey, where are the girls? Are they still coming?” Kirishima asks curiously.

“Uh,” Kaminari pulls his phone out, checking his messages, “they are on their way.”

“Why do they take so goddamn long? It’s annoying.” Bakugou calls out, waiting for his drink impatiently.

“Because they are ladies, Katsuki. They need time to get ready and stuff. You know this,” Kirishima whines, as if he had told him this multiple times.

“I know it’s stupid,” he emphasizes. He gets his drink and continues to sit at the bar, irritated.

Kirishima makes his way over to Sero, who sips his water through the black straw poking out of the glass. He looks bored, but not as if he didn’t want to be there. He always liked hanging out with his friends; the more the merrier. So taking this invitation to hang out with his guy and girl friends was a must. He needed a break from all of the stress school put on him. College was a lot harder than he thought it was going to be. This was a perfect way to distract himself even for a little while and drinking water. His friends would be entertaining enough anyways. 

“Hey, Hanta, you excited for the girls to get here?” Sero’s head whips up, breaking his thoughts. Sitting up straight, he leans back with an elbow on the back of the couch. Kirishima smiles giggly, taking a seat next to him.

“Oh, ya,” he says, as if it was obvious, “excited to see how they act when they black out,” he jokes. The girls were always a handful when drunk, thankfully some had their boyfriends to take care of them, but the boyfriends were always a little drunk, too.

“Ha ha, yeah, always super fun,” Kirishima replies sarcastically, knowing exactly what Sero is thinking. “What about you, Shoubro?”

Todoroki was sitting at the end of the table awkwardly, waiting for more company. He looked lonely, but patient. He looked up at his nickname Kirishima gave him tiredly. “Hmm?”

“Excited for the girls to get here?” 

“I guess. They will make the night more entertaining.” See, he knows, too. The girls were known for making the night more interesting. Whether it was karaoke, body shots, dancing, or even fighting with douchebags that tried to dance with them. The night always ended on a good note either way, so whoever was staying sober sure had a sight to see.

“Oh, here come the girls,” Kaminari chimes in, putting his phone in his back pocket before turning around for the door. Three girls walk in: Mina, Kyouka, and Momo. Wait- where were you? Didn’t Mina say something about bringing a friend?

“Hey, boys,” Mina greets, “how are we this fine evening?” She says smoothly, strutting her way to the bar. “Four vodkas, please.”

“You havin’ all of those? Momo and Kyo don’t usually have vodka.” Kaminari laughs, a jokingly confused question.

“Oh, y/n is gonna be here in a sec, and she likes vodka. A lot. So half of these are for her.” Mina smiles as she carefully grabs the shots and cautiously carries them to the table where Momo, Todoroki, Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Kyouka reside. She sets them down, keeping a close eye not to spill, and starts walking over to your figure.

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You head into the club, surprised the music isn’t louder, while avoiding the other people around the area. You knew at places like this it got a little crowded and hectic, so you just wanted to find Mina before anything else. With your hands behind your back holding your tiny purse, you look around and see Mina walking over to you, a bright smile plastered on her face as giggles and grabs your hand, dragging you to the table where everyone (besides irritated Bakugou) resides. 

“Katsuki get your ass over here right now!” Mina shouts from across the club, catching Bakugou’s attention. She gives him a stern look, then smiles softly when he grumbles and pushes himself off his chair, slowly walking over there, drink in hand. He plops down next to Kirishima lazily before staring at the ground. “Good. Anyway,” she inhales, clearly excited. You stand there awkwardly, wondering why it has suddenly got so hot. Something in the air was different. You didn’t know what it was, but it was making you nervous. “Y/n, the boys,” she points at each boy, introducing them, “Todoroki, Sero, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Bakugou.” You nod in acknowledgement, getting to know their faces to hopefully not forget later. One face caught your breath, though. Literally. Your breath hitched as you looked at him. Sero, you were pretty sure his name was. He was- beautiful. His raven black hair, his smile, his eyes, his everything- was gorgeous. 

What the hell was this?

You stand there, frozen, staring at his handsome face and body, practically drooling. You were interrupted by Mina yapping at them to shake your hand. Each one of them sat up straight and nodded to you, said how nice it was to meet you. Then you shook hands with Sero.

No. No way.

Right as you switch your hands for him, raising your left hand, he raises his. The red on his finger caught your eye, making you stop in your tracks. Again. He also comes to a halt, both your eyes wide in shock and surprise as you gaze at each other’s string.

This wasn’t real. You were the only one you knew in your entire life who had this. You had looked it up several times for a sliver of hope, but nothing showed. In fact, everything you had searched for came up the opposite. Because of the stories and the legends and the research, you were convinced it wasn’t true. You were convinced that it wasn’t going to happen to you. Convinced that you were going to live your life alone. Was this man really the one for you? Was this man really the one to share your soul with? You couldn't believe it. You just couldn’t.

“Ahem,” Mina purposely coughs, trying to dissipate the awkwardness everyone else has to endure as you and Sero share the weirdest and yet most thrilling moment you’ve had in your life. Your heart was beating so fast, you were nervous, but excited. You were surprised, but happy and sad, a little disappointed and mad, though you felt awakened at these new feelings. They felt stronger than anything you’ve ever felt before, and you could tell he could feel them, too. Mina coughs again, snatching your attention. She smiles and widens her eyes while pointing her head at the other men, who are tiredly awaiting your hand. Once you suddenly realize you’ve been focusing on Sero for the past 45 seconds, you breathe out an ‘oh’ and move on to Kirishima. 

You never stopped thinking about him, though. Throughout the entire night, after every shot you took, every song on the dance floor, Sero was still in your mind. And because of this, you took more shots. And you danced some more. You were taking a body shot off of Mina’s stomach when you notice eyes boring into yours. Swallowing the stinging alcohol you turn over to him, not finishing with the lime, almost stumbling. You want to tell him to stop looking at you, to mind his own business, but you can’t separate your words, slurring an incoherent sentence. 

“Oh? Baby girl needs some help? I can help you,” the strange man, teases, laughing as he grabs your waist, grazing the side of your torso up and down, trying to drag you to the back of the club. “Let me help you, honey.” He starts guiding you to the back, using his fingers to touch the soft skin on your shoulders, your forearms, making their way down to your hips, and finally up to-

“Hey, y/n, you okay?” The man gets interrupted by your hero, his voice giving you butterflies. “Sorry, man. She’s drunk. You really shouldn’t be messin’ with girls like this,” he shrugs before grabbing you by your waist and putting your arm around his shoulder, “or any girls, for that matter.” You lean on his shoulder, barely keeping up with the situation. You feel so light on your feet, but so heavy at the same time. He helps you to the tables you originally sat at before going a little more overboard than you would’ve liked. You moan, a little overwhelmed by the noise, but once he sets you in a comfortable spot on the bench, you lean your head back, satisfied with the cold air on your face. He quickly hands you his glass of water, placing the straw in your mouth and nodding his head, whispering to take a drink. You comply, sipping his water before he takes it out and puts the cup on the tabletop for a brief moment.

Dazed, you look around the room. Your vision is blurry, but you can clearly see Momo and Todoroki making out on the other side of the booth. At least she’s having fun. Meanwhile you get groped by an old man in a corner and probably won’t remember it the next day. Sero’s gone, you think. He was, but only a couple feet away from you. You turn your head from Momo on top of Todoroki’s lap, to Jirou leading Kaminari out of the building, then to Mina taking more shots with Kirishima, and Bakugou acting annoyed but is actually having fun. They all looked like they were having a great time. You look to your left once more and smile to yourself once you see him walking back over. He sits next to you and grabs the cup again, pushing it towards you to take a sip. And you do. 

The next half hour was you and him in the bathroom while you throw your guts up, the nasty alcohol leaving your stomach while he holds your hair up and rubs your back. You cough everything back up, regretting taking a single drink in the first place. You feel his hands smooth over your upper back, and his grip on your hair, tightening in a circle at the back of your head. You lift your head up, turning away in embarrassment.

He smiles in return, taking his hand off your back to grab something to wipe your mouth with. “Don’t worry, it’s not the first time I’ve done this. Come here,” he says softly, almost like a whisper. You turn your head towards him, still not looking at his face, but at his arm. His very attractive arms. He raises his left hand to wipe a cloth at your mouth, you catching the bright red string in sight. He notices this, and slows his motions. “You see it, right? My string.”

You only nod in response, looking away with a blush.

“I can see it, too. Yours, I mean.” You weren’t that surprised, considering what happened earlier that night when you first met him. The feeling was the same as it was before, but more intense. It was like sparks every time he touched you, like fireworks, like electricity. You could tell he felt it as well when he pulled back a little, hesitant to touch you. You knew he felt it when he pulled you away from that strange guy. Guess you were too drunk to notice.

Once he finishes up, he tells you he’s done then helps you up to get ready to leave. You were both tired of this place. Walking back out to the main room, the only people to be seen from Mina’s friend group was herself, Bakugou, and Kirishima. You could only guess where everyone else went. You two continue making your way down, asking if everyone else will be alright, or if they needed a ride. Mina responded that they’ll take a cab home, and that they’ll be okay. Thankfully Bakugou looked sober enough to understand what was going on.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. Whatever. Fuckin’ leave already.”

Sero returns with a smile, silently thanking him as he leads you to the exit. The cool air felt wonderful against your face, the breeze making you feel a lot better. You groan as your head starts to pound. Sero leads you to his car, opening the door for you and helping you in, shutting the door. 

“Hey, what’s your address?”

You look up tiredly, ready to fall asleep right then and there. “Oh, uh, building 474 on 32nd.”

He only hums in response, checking his mirrors and backing out, heading for your apartment.

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“Hey, uh, thank you, Sero. I really appreciate it. I know this is not how you wanted to spend your night, even if you were sober.” You apologize, genuinely disappointed in yourself for letting yourself drink that hard.

“Don’t worry about it. It was fun watching you guys for most of the night, though,” he laughs.

“Oh I bet. Me and Mina got a little crazy.”

“A little?”

“Shush, I know,” you chuckle, trying not to embarrass yourself further. “Um, do you want my number? Or something? It’s just, your Mina’s friend,” We both have red cut strings, “and I want to make up for being such a slob at the party,” I want to figure out why I can see your string. He gladly agrees, putting his number in your phone. “Also,” you interrupt his movements, causing him to look up, “I remember that weird guy from earlier, where did he go? I didn’t see him for the rest of the night.”

He smiles cunningly, a smile that cocks the sides of your mouth up subconsciously. “He was getting on my nerves, so I kicked him out of the club.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “How?”

“I have my ways,” he says slyly, implying exactly what you’re thinking. You smile in understanding, thanking him for the help. 

You unlock your door and wave goodbye to him, sad that he had to leave, but grateful that he didn’t have to put up with you anymore. You lift your left hand in curiosity. Looking at it, you can see every thread on the piece of yarn. Every knot. Although you couldn’t take it off, it looked as if you could. It was weird, knowing the fact that everyone else’s string connected them to their soulmates, while your short piece of combined thread just drooped towards the ground. You never expected to find another person like you. Another person with a lost fate. Huh.

Part 2?? Let me know!!

[night-blooming-bastards]

A Lily Sprouts From Ashes

Lily’s first thought when waking up in the empty, destroyed world, is to run. Run as far away as he possibly can, escape the ruins of his beloved’s mad rage against their old home. So he does. He runs, and he runs, and suddenly he isn’t home. There are strange people staring at him, and snow, and he’s so very scared. The first place he lands is an UnderFell. Everyone looks angry, but it’s not the villagers, surely these people are different. There’s one that looks like him! Oh, but he’s hurt… the bandages around his ulna surely don’t mean anything good for the bone underneath. 

Carefully, he approaches, hands in the air to show he means no harm, and he tries to tell the skeleton that, but he doesn’t seem to understand. “I won’t hurt you,” he says softly, though the Sans seems confused and defensive, backing away into a wall and growling at him. Dream isn’t sure how to get his point across, but he frowns and pauses before stepping forward and reaching out to Red (as he had nicknamed the skeleton because of his magic color). “I promise I won’t hurt you.” Maybe Red can’t understand him, but he’s hoping the tone of his voice is enough. It seems to help, Red is a little more relaxed. 

“Can I see your arm please?” 

“The fuck language are you speaking anyway?”

Dream tilts his head. What is Red saying? He pauses a moment, then holds up his own arm and taps his ulna, then holds out a hand. Red squints, but he slowly offers his arm out, ready to pull it back or attack at any moment. Dream surprises him, however, with a soft hold, and he unwraps the bandages slowly and gently. Red watches, trembling, and does his best not to move so he doesn’t hurt himself by interrupting this golden stranger. He watches, watches, and soon the bandages are unwound to reveal a very nearly broken ulna. 

Even more surprising than this goldy’s gentleness is the look of genuine concern and distress when he sees Red’s injury. He looks up at Red, then back down, then up again, before carefully lifting Red’s arm and giving the injury a soft kiss. Healing magic flows from his fingertips, firelike but only pleasantly warm, and as it dances over the damaged ulna, the wound disappears. 

“Kissed it better,” Dream says with a smile. Red simply gapes at him a little, and between the strange act of kindness and the language that he knows nothing of, he’s absolutely baffled. Who is this man? Is this stranger even a man? Where did they come from? Why are they being so kind without a thought? Red closes his mouth and jerks his arm away. 

“I don’t even know what you’re saying, weirdo.” He glances down at his arm a moment, though, and his expression softens slightly before stretching into a grin. He looks back up and gives a thumbs up. Obviously they don’t speak the same language, that should work. Dream, on the other hand, doesn’t get it at all and looks up to the cave ceiling, face twisted into an expression of confusion, then looks back to Red and tilts his head. Red groans and his grin drops, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose, or the skeletal equivalent. “Lost cause, nevermind. Do ya understand me at all?” 

Dream frowns. No, there’s a communication barrier. He focuses for a moment, then lets his magic display a simple image of a quill, ink, and paper, then holds up his hands. “I have nothing to write with, I don’t know how to communicate with you.” The image flickers and disappears. Red makes a face, then motions for Dream to follow, looking tired. 

It’s not long before they’ve made it to Red’s and Edge’s house, and Red manages to find a pen and paper laying around the house and brings it back to Dream. Dream had asked for a quill, but quills are outdated and much less practical. Dream looks at the pen in confusion. The paper is obviously paper, yes, but… Dream lifts a brow and turns to Red with the image of quill and ink again. Red shakes his head and picks up the pen, scribbling a little in the corner of the paper to make sure it works. The ink comes out after a moment and Dream leans in to watch in wonder, then holds his hand out for the pen. The pen is given to him, and Dream presses it to the paper, then pauses. How does one even write? He forgot. Maybe if he closes his eyes… Pictures! Pictures will do. 

So he starts to draw. He draws a figure that looks like himself, then draws cracks across it before replicating the image and surrounding it in radiance lines, then points to himself. Then a crying face with an arrow back to the previous figure. The figure is next drawn running with speed lines behind it, into some disc-shaped thing, and then the scene where he had shown up. He then writes [I’m not sure what script your language is in or how to speak it.] 

Red doesn’t really understand the first part of the story, but crying and running and ending up in UnderFell is the part he understands. He most definitely doesn’t know this man’s language. Stars, this isn’t a babybones, he’s obviously fully grown and has his own complex language that he can speak and write, but… Red is going to have to teach him Common, isn’t he? Right from the start, alphabet and all. Red gives a slow sigh, then carefully takes the pen from Dream. 

A. The first letter is on the paper, uppercase and lowercase, and Red hands the pen to Dream. Dream looks at the letters, then copies them, a nice, curving script that barely mimics Red’s but pulls off the shape of the letters either way. Red nods and smiles a little, then moves on to B. Slowly but surely, Dream copies the alphabet in order from Red, and when they’re finished, Red draws a symbol that equates to “repeat”. 

Dream stares at it, processing, thinking, then moves the pen to make A. Aa. Bb. Cc. Dd. He has it, the alphabet is under his fingers. Then he draws a crescent shape and points to it. 

“That’s a moon. M O O N, moon.” Red then puts it on paper, writing the name of it underneath the picture. Dream seems excited and writes it down as well, then giggles, cheeks a warm gold. “Moon…” he murmurs, staring at it for a few moments. Okay, so how is he supposed to make other words? He draws a simple version of himself and an arrow to the picture with three question marks. Red writes [me] underneath it. He points to the word, then the picture, then Dream. This brings back memories of teaching Edge as a babybones…

So it goes, Dream draws pictures and puts together letters and concepts to make words. The next few hours run smoothly with Red teaching Dream words and how to make them into sentences, and it’s when they’re taking a break that Edge returns home. 

“Sans, you lazybones, you’re supposed to- who… who is that?” Edge stops short when he sees Dream, absolutely bewildered by the appearance of this strange new skeleton in their home. 

“Yeah I’m not sure what ‘is name is, he popped up out of nowhere and healed my arm so I’m keeping him. I also found out ‘e doesn’t like mustard. Made a nasty face ‘bout it. Been calling ‘im Goldy but I’m fairly sure the man’s got a name.” Red looks to Dream as if for help. 

“Sun! Cloud, sun, sleep, happy. Umm…” Dream makes a face. He sounds like a child. “I hate that I can’t speak well in this ‘common’ you’re showing me. My name is Dream, but your language is… hard to translate to. I know concepts, yes, but this…” He huffs and tries again. “Night thought? Happy?”

“He’s strugglin’, boss. Doesn’t speak our language, I’ve been tryin’ ta teach him.” Red shrugs, then looks to Dream, thinking. “Night thought? Fantasy, dream, nightmare, what do you think?”

“Night thought, sleep, happy.” Dream makes a face, frustrated that he can’t convey what word he’s trying to make. Surely there was something…

“Dream? A dream?” Edge pipes up, boot tapping the floor impatiently. 

“Dream! I’m Dream, that’s my name.” Dream seems very happy with himself for this, and he does a little jig in his excitement. 

“Okay, so what the fuck are you doing in our home?” Even as he asks this looking at Dream, he gives Red a look to the side. Dream seems to focus, to think, putting a hand on his cheek and scrunching his face up, trying to understand. In the end he gives up and looks to Red.

“What is fuck? And home?” Red groans, looks to Edge with a look of tired frustration, then gestures to Dream. 

“It’s gonna take a while. He’s… learning. That’s what he’s doing here.” 

“Fine. But only for a little while.”

A little while turned out to be weeks, and Dream was rather attached to Red, no matter how rude he happened to be. He had a voracious appetite for words, wanting to know more and more words until he could actually make proper sentences and put together words. 

One day he comes to ask the question he really wants answered.

“Red?”

“Yeah? Wassup?”

“I’m looking for someone, but I don’t know where they are… he is? We didn’t really do pronouns back then. He. If I’m he then Night is he. We’re the same. But I don’t know where he is. I can’t sense him in this place.” 

“Night? Don’t know a Night, sorry.”

“Umm… Drippy black skeleton man, has… uh, what are the wiggly limbs called again?”

“Tentacles? Geez, a walking hentai monster.” 

“Shut up! He’s not a hentai monster, and that’s not what he uses his tentacles for anyway. He uses them for… to…” Dream’s eyelights shrink to pinpricks as he thinks back to exactly what Nightmare had used those tentacles for. “Hurt, blood, death, destruction. He- He’s not bad, though, it’s just the apples that did that to him! I just… I need to find him. He’s important to me.” His eyelights are back to normal, and he rushes to defend Nightmare even as he feels the dawning fear in Red.

“Yeah yeah he’s important to ya or whatever. Why do you really want to find him? He’s not yer type, bud.” Red lifts a brow, propping an elbow on the table and taking a sip of mustard. “Besides, ‘e seems to scare you.” 

Dream decides to completely ignore the comment about what’s his type. It’s not worth pursuing. “I want to be one with him again. He is my other half.”

“Blah blah blah, sappy bullshit, you wanna fuck ‘im. Am I right?” Red waves his hand, a lazy gesture, making very little effort to listen to Dream about anything remotely romantic. 

Dream’s face ignites with blush and he looks nearly indignant. “Do you have any other thought in your brain?! It is my fate to be with him. I must, and I wish to. I am his, and he is mine. It’s rather simple. Do you not… understand romance?”

“Nah, I just choose not to participate. ‘M not sappy like you.” Red makes a face. 

“...Right.” Dream moves to get up. “Well if there’s any way I can fi-” Dream’s words are cut short as he knocks over the cup of juice he was drinking, and he scrambles to catch it, but it’s already too late. The mess on the floor is… boiling?

A figure rises from the puddle, jumping onto firm ground with a confident grin and looking to Dream. “You there! I knew something felt off, heh. What’s your name, where’d ya come from?”

Dream doesn’t know the name of his home. “...Dream.” 

Looking back, Lily wishes he had run.

[maxe-mini]

Pretty Blue Eyes

A/N- Hey there! So this is my first ever full written fanfic, atleast one I’m going to post on tumblr. I had a lot of fun writing this, in fact, I finished it in a d a y sjgjsdb so yeah. This is gonna be an OC x Bakugou oneshot(?) Im not sure if its a oneshot bc I might make a follow up in thhe future, it depends. Anywayyyy, yeah! If you want details on who my OC is, her name is Kano Amaya(Last name, first name). I’ve posted plenty of art I’ve made of her on this blog, which can be found on my pinned post, which also happens to have the link to her wiki on Amino. Give it a read if you’d like! Now onto the fanfic! :DD 

Taglist: @deephasoceanmagic​ @kuroshin15​

Warning: Lots of cursing(I mean it has Bakugou in it), small mentions of blood and nosebleeds, overworking, passing out 

A/N- dw this is actually just soft and ‘angry pomeranian is angry bc he has feelings lmaoooo’

This wasn’t the first time it’s happened, but that didn’t mean it pissed him off any less. For the sixth time these past few days, his eyes had managed to wander right back to her. Dark blue hair tied into two low pig tails that seemed to always flow through the air just the right way as she moved. Cold yet mystical blue eyes that he could constantly feel himself drowning in. Fair skin dusted with soft freckles that he craved to touch. F u c k. He was absolutely smitten by this girl and he did not like it one bit. Those goddamn pretty blue pupils suddenly met his, and he stared back-even that was a competition to him now-forcing a scowl on his face. The girl merely raised an eyebrow before returning back to quietly eating her food, the chatter around her seeming to be uninteresting.

Bakugou scoffed, finally returning his own crimson eyes to his curry, practically stabbing a piece of meat with his fork as if it had personally wronged him, earning a few concerned glances from his- he did NOT want to call them friends- classmates. Only the sound of utensils clattering with plates could be heard around their table, which surprisingly only served to piss off the ash-blonde haired boy even more. “What?” He spat out, looking up to see Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari staring at him, their eyes practically answering his question.

“You doing alright man? You seem… more angry than usual.” Kirishima was the first one to speak up, his small eyebrows furrowing up in worry. “Did Kano do something?” Sero followed. Turns out that was a big mistake. Just hearing her name sent a jolt of electricity through his spine, and for a second he thought Kaminari had a death wish.

Bakugou growled. “That’s none of your fucking business.” He didn’t shout, he didn’t scream, he didn’t even let a single small explosion go off on his palm like he usually did as a threat. The ash-blonde boy only returned to his food, and it seemed his words were enough to stop any more questions from his peers. Good. Atleast they knew what was good for them.

 It hadn’t always been like this.

Bakugou stared at the ground, the angriest, most frustrated frown anyone had ever seen on his face. His classmates stared at him in concern, knowing exactly why he was so full of rage, yet none of them knew how to help. He’s always been difficult to deal with. None of them wanted to risk trying to comfort him, knowing that would possibly make him even more upset.

He was silent, his hands shoved into his pockets and his posture slouched. He had failed the Provisional Licensing Exams, and he was feeling no less than pissed about it. He knew it was because of his ‘harsh language’  towards the victims- if you could even call them that, they were all actors after all. Just thinking about it made him grit his teeth in frustration.

Before he could mope around even more, a delicate, dainty hand suddenly wrapped around his arm and forced him away from his thoughts as they pulled him to the back of the bus. People were apparently still collecting their things and everyone had time to chat with each other before having to eventually get back to school- not that he himself was interested in doing that. His frown faded away to surprise before he noticed who it was. Kano. 

The scowl edged itself back onto Bakugou’s face as he stared at her, yet for some reason, he didn’t move. He let her bring himself here, and for some god forsaken reason, he wanted to hear what she had to say. 

Those blue eyes pierced through his soul, as if analyzing every bit and piece of who he was. It took a fair amount of his will power not to back away, only staring back, hoping his gaze was as intense as hers. 

“Bakugou.” Her voice was firm. It always was, whenever she talked, which was a rare occasion. The boy in question didn’t answer, only raising his eyebrow in response. 

“I know you’re upset about the Licensing Exam.” She continued, her expression unchanging, staring at him in stoic honesty, and he could not-for the life of him- pinpoint what she was feeling at the moment. 

“No shit. I don’t want your pity.” Bakugou spat back, his words laced with venom. If anything made him angry, it was pity from other people. He didn’t need anyone’s fucking help. He wasn’t weak. 

“I don’t pity you. In fact, I look up to you, and I whole heartedly believe that you will receive your Hero License after the training course with ease.” Kano wasn’t startled at all by his profanity. She only stared at him through those unreadable eyes which he always managed to get lost in. 

Bakugou’s own crimson eyes widened slightly in surprise. That wasn’t what he expected. He didn’t answer. He didn’t know HOW to answer. This was not something he expected from someone like her, especially when he considered her competition, along with Half and Half and Ponytail. 

“So stop moping around. You know you’re strong. You know you’ll be fine, so go kick some ass at that training course.” For the first time since he’d seen her in the entrance exam, she sweared. Not only that, the corners of her lips curled up into a soft, confident smile, her faintly freckled cheeks glowing an equally soft pink along with it. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her with any other expression except for the one she always wore, unchanging and unreadable. She had her hands to her hips and looked so uncharacteristically bold. 

Bakugou could only stare. He’s been doing that way too much now, but he had nothing to say. He didn’t expect ANY of this from Kano. The ash-blonde haired boy was thoroughly taken by surprise. 

'That smile looks nice on her.' 

The thought made him blink rapidly, startled by his own mind. What the fuck? What the fuck was he thinking about? 

After a few seconds of silence, possibly as Kano patiently waited for his response, he formulated a reply. 

“You’re goddamn right I will.” He grinned. The same confident grin that brought terror onto those who were up against him. 

Seeing him back to his normal state seemed to have made Kano much more glad, as her smile only widened. F u c k. That smile could kill people. Bakugou barely managed to hold back incoming heat that was threatening to expose itself on his face, and he hoped to god that the girl in question couldn’t hear his rapid heartbeat. 

Before any of the two could say something, a voice pulled both of them right out of their thoughts. “Hey, where’s Kano and Bakugou?” It was Shitty Hair. Of course it would be Shitty Hair. 

The ash-blonde haired boy walked away, not waiting for whatever Kano was going to say next, assuming she had any. The glimmer of wild confidence had intensified in his eyes, and he was feeling pumped up. He would never admit it, but what she said helped. 

The ride back home was a blur after that. Thoughts of the upcoming training course flashed through his mind, interrupted by a few images of Kano’s smile. It irritated him to the core.

Bakugou grimaced at the memory, knowing that that was the start of when he started thinking of Kano as more than just a rival, and let himself scream a battle cry as he released a massive explosion onto an equally massive boulder, resulting in it having a big gaping hole in the middle, the little bits and pieces of rubble all but strewn about behind it. 

The ash-blonde haired boy huffed. Class 1-A had been given time to train in Gym Gamma, and he’d been releasing all his frustrations on these rocks. It was working atleast, but now he was tired and his wrists has a dull ache in them. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been destroying these stones, but he assumed it must’ve been a little over an hour. A few of his classmates had already gone back to the dorms, presumably to rest. He scoffed at the thought. 

One of the students who hadn’t gone back though, was one of the sources of his frustrations. Kano was currently heaving up an ungodly amount of water, her expression visibly strained, yet it was still stoic. It reminded him of Half-and-Half in a way, but he shook away the thought before he angered himself even more.

He jumped off the concrete platforms to get himself a bottle of water, panting as he noticed he was a little out of breathe. His crimson eyes followed her dark blue figure as her wrists flicked the other way and the liquid which she was floating in the air instantly formed into large icicles. Bakugou’s vision narrowed. 'She’s gotten faster at doing that.' 

A part of him was threatened and annoyed at her rapid improvement, but he couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride for his classmate. He shoved the thought away, continuing to watch her movements closely. Her back was to him, so he didn’t notice the blood that was flowing down her nose. 

Kano threw her torso forward, following her arms, causing the large icicles to pierce through the boulder infront of her, the force of her control and the amount of ice she had enough to absolutely decimate the huge rock. As soon as the icicles went through, they melted back into water, and the girl immediately put the liquid right back into its containers which were from god knows where- Bakugou assumed it had been provided to her earlier before they all started training. 

Suddenly, Kano’s knees buckled, and soon she was on the ground. The ash-blonde boy blinked in shock, not quite registering what had happened yet before his legs led him right to her. Her eyes were closed, and he saw the blood that was coming from her nose slowly pool down onto the concrete. Once again, for the first time, Bakugou saw her with different expression on her face. She was in pain. 

Before he could think about what he was doing, he wrapped his toned arms around her body, carrying her bridal style. She didn’t move or resist, and Bakugou concluded she had passed out. What the fuck happened? One moment she was destroying rocks left and right, her strength shining through even when she was just training, the next she was unconscious and experiencing a nosebleed? Did the dumbass overwork herself?

 Aizawa had been watching from a distance, his tired eyes twitching in irritation. He had heard about how Kano’s bad habit of overtaxing herself in her training, but he didn’t expect her to do it now, not in UA of all places. The teacher pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out an annoyed sigh, walking over to his students- he’d have to talk to her about this later- before he noticed the Bakugou had already gotten to her. Huh. That’s unusual. 

“Bakugou. Bring Kano to Recovery Girl. That’s enough for the day for all of you. It’s getting late.” He instructed, his hands in his pockets as he looked around at the few others who were still training. His voice was loud enough to hear for the ones nearby, and the ones from afar seemed to get the message as they saw their peers suddenly stop what they were doing. Good. They’d gotten better at listening. 

He expected his ill-tempered student to put up atleast a little bit of a fight. Tell him it wasn’t his responsibility if his dumbass classmate worked themselves past the point of consciousness, but he got none of that. Bakugou merely nodded- although the teacher caught that his mouth was stretched into a thin line and his eyebrows were formed into a near v-shape- and ran to the front door. 

Aizawa was a bit surprised, although he didn’t let it show on his face. It seemed this problem child had changed much more than he thought he had. 

Bakugou’s arms were stiff against Kano’s body, effortlessly carrying her to the infirmary, which was a good distance away. He should never have decided to carry her when he saw she passed out. If he hadn’t, Aizawa wouldn’t have told him to bring her to Recovery Girl.

He was thoroughly annoyed, his teeth grating against each other as he forced himself not to pop a few small explosions on his palms, not wanting to harm his classmate accidentally.

The ash-blonde boy wasn’t angry because he had to bring his classmate to the infirmary. No. He was angry because of the goddamn heat in his cheeks that just won’t go away. He was angry because of the annoying ass beating in his heart that was pumping at a rate that couldn’t be explained by adrenaline. It was far too fast for that. Bakugou bit back a growl caused by his own frustrations, afraid he’d wake up the girl that was unconscious in his arms. Turns out he didn’t have to do that.

“…Bakugou?” That wasn’t firm. This was, again, the first time he’s heard her voice sound so… vulnerable. The ash-blonde boy met his gaze with hers, and he saw that her eyes were cloudy. Unfocused.

“Yeah, it’s me. You passed out while you were training.” He wasn’t sure why he was answering. The words just left his mouth on their own.

“Mm.��� She only hummed in response, nuzzling her face onto his chest. She obviously wasn’t thinking clearly now. Bakugou felt his heart beating at higher speeds than he’d ever thought possible, and he was sure she’d definitely heard it by now. Yet, she didn’t say anything, and he presumed she must’ve passed out again.

After a few minutes more of running, they arrived at Recovery Girl’s. Bakugou let himself catch his breath before he opened the door with his knee, and he was met by the old nurse’s startled gaze.

“Oh dear. What happened?” Recovery Girl shuffled over to them, wordlessly gesturing towards a hospital bed for Bakugou to lay Kano on.

“She passed out while training. Aizawa told me to bring her here.” He watched as his school nurse got to work, checking her temperature and observing her complexion. Now that he could look at her properly, she was a lot paler. What the fuck had this dumbass doing?

A soft whimper pulled him away from his thoughts, and he watched as the girl in question slowly fluttered her eyes open, looking around in a haze. Her hand instantly went to her head, and she groaned in pain. A headache?

Recovery Girl looked worried, but only silently reached for a few pills and a glass of water. “Here, drink this. It should help with the headache for a while.” He was right.

Kano didn’t say anything more, only drinking her medicine. The pain in her expression dulled, and she looked a lot more relaxed. Bakugou wasn’t sure if it was that obvious, or if he’d been observing her long enough to notice these things. He hoped the latter was wrong. That would be extremely embarrassing, maybe even creepy, on his part.

A few beats of silence passed through the mostly empty infirmary, and was only interrupted by the soft tap of glass against wood as Kano set down her glass of water on the small table next to her bed.

“I’ll have you rest here for a while. I apologize for this, but I can’t trust you to go back to the dorms yet, not after what Aizawa told me.” Recovery Girl spoke first, her tone edging on strict. “What?” Her voice wasn’t firm again, and Bakugou felt his chest constrict at its softness. What was wrong with him?

“You’ve had multiple records of passing out from overworking from your previous schools. Kano, I know you want to be the best hero you can be, but this type of behaviour will not be tolerated in UA. You have to let yourself rest every once in a while. Everyone has their own limits, and you need to know yours.” The nurse scolded, which was met by visible surprise on the girl’s face, before she nodded slowly. “I understand.” Kano answered, her pitch soft, yet somehow strong. She was back.

“Good. Now rest, or do I have to tell Bakugou to hold you like earlier so you can do that?” Recovery Girl teased, her tone once again upbeat. Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly as he almost choked, shoving back down the heat that was threatening to expose itself on his cheeks. He did not miss the way Kano did the same, except she wasn’t as successful at hiding her blush, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.

The nurse only chuckled before she went back to her desk, beginning to work on whatever documents were on there. “I’ll tell you when you can leave. You can go to sleep if you want.”

A few beats of silence, then their eyes met. The clarity finally returned back to Kano’s pretty blue pupils as she gazed at him, seeming to be searching for words to say. Bakugou silently stepped closer to the bed, waiting.

“Thank you. I wasn’t expecting you to be the one to bring me here, but it’s a welcome surprise nonetheless.” She finally said, and the ash-blonde boy was left to analyze what she meant by 'welcome surprise.’

“You better be grateful. Why’d your dumbass pass out anyway? You can’t be that weak.” Bakugou responded, and he internally winced at how harsh his words sounded, but he couldn’t help it. Thankfully she didn’t seem to mind, nodding solemnly in response. “It seems I went a bit overboard there again. Recovery Girl was right about me having records for constantly overworking. Sometimes I can’t help it.”

Bakugou grimaced. “Well, that’s stupid.” He didn’t miss Kano’s sigh before he continued. “You don’t even need to do that. You’re already strong regardless.” That caught her by surprise, her head turning to look at him so fast he was afraid her headache would come back. “What? Didn’t expect that either?”

Her eyes were wide. “No. I didn’t but-” That smile. That fucking smile again. “Thank you, again. I appreciate it.” Bakugou wasn’t sure if her cheeks were flushed because she was flustered, or if it just came with her smile. Either way, he liked it.

“You better.” The ash-blonde haired boy let his own soft smile form on his lips, and the two gazed at each other in comfortable silence.

Maybe he won’t be that angry about this after all.