#(<- that was really sweet and hadnt really ever happened before ^^’’’’ (it was last year))

[emero0]

New self-love technique: group compliments where you include yourself!

Instead of saying, “you’re all so cool and talented”

Start saying, “we’re all so cool and talented”

Start including yourself in positivity and try it today!! :D

[traiaadd156]

Small blurb of somethin'

Yan!Reader trying to convince(gaslight)yan! Damian.

But his pov💅✨

Try to find which one is more manipulative!(⁠^⁠^⁠)

Nah but frl Im just doing this for my own want bc there is nothing to do😢 and reader has a power(that vamp thing from my other fic)

Warnings!; violence(typical), blood, yan!reader trying to act nonchalant😔, damian isnt aged up in this ver, fluff, gaslighting/coaxing, CRINGE DIALOG!, damian thinking its probly just girl stuff(and also damian forcing to knock out reader) very sweet couple moments, gross sad reader, sassy damian, insecure reader

"I am the only friend you need." You said to him one randomly while cuddling with him in his room(which you broke into but he stopped caring when it kept happening for a month, still grumbles about it but doesnt really lock his windows anymore because of it.)

"but I dont have any friends." He just threw at you casually which confused you, seeing as your head tilted her head to him like some confused dog. "Why? Isnt jon your friend??" Suddenly asking, he was but he knew well.

"do you see him as a threat to us?" Well that made you pause for a moment, not really... He doesnt like damian and from what you heard last time he already has a boyfriend. Letting out a soft sigh, damian has a point, it seems like he always does which somewhat annoyed you. "No... Not really. But why wouldnt people be your friend? Your so kind, rich, handsome, smart, talented and giving—"

But before you could rant further his finger pressed your lips. "To you I am, to you I'm kind and all the things you see that others don't." He said matter of factly, making you scoff. How dare he insinuate you arent stating the obvious! Thats when he added. "But your still right about the wealthy, handsome, smart and talented part." A haughty sarcastic smile twitching on his face making you glare.

There was that familiar sass you knew.

But it all wasnt cuddles and banter, sometimes you got to way ahead of yourself and him. But it is for him, there isnt any reason besides securing your place in his heart, it felt like you werent doing enough.

It repeated in your head as you chopped the limbs off and put it in a bag, sure you were done bleeding them out so it wouldnt smell so bad or weigh so much but that wasn't what you're worried about!

Biting the skin of your lips after wrapping the smaller parts in plastic before putting them in a paint can, you had been in your bathroom for so long— your parents were away so it was the perfect timing.

But why her!?

A week you werent keeping an eye on him and then BOOM! Some random blondie who was wayy too close for comfort. Having seen him in the library sitting together, you wanted to surprise him with a key chain you made of him and you.

It wasnt how different she was from you or how prettier she was, it was that pit in your stomach telling you that you werent enough for him. Damian wayne.

I mean who are you kidding?!

You were a nobody before meeting him, the way you finally got out of your way to be social and know and befriend people to keep tabs in different perspectives. he was everything. And you it was a little laughable how pathetic you were at times; killing the girl out of your own bitter jealousy was the lowest you have ever been.

Degrading thoughts spew as did your paranoia, but at least that girl was here on your tub where she wouldnt try to seduce him.

That fucking succubi deserved this!

Your teeth had gritted, not realizing he was inside your apartment whilst you were in the bathroom scrubbing away and pouring bleach and vinegar to mask the stench of death and blood.

He was getting a little antsy, you hadnt replied to any of his messages since yesterday, what the hell are you even doing? How dare you ignore him. Was he even something relevant? But no answer when he called.

He cursed after waiting for the clock to strike where he usually ends patrol, itching to go back to your house to confront you on why the heck you were ghosting him suddenly.

Well he was never the most patient man out there.

But he was loyal and caring.

In his sick way.

Thats what you loved so much about him.

He hadnt panicked when he saw you, stuffing her body in plastic like a meat store. You both had a hushed argument as he didnt even bother to look and kept going back and forth with you.

"you promised! You promised no more killings!" He was practically fuming, his eyes were probably blood shot with how angry at was right now, not just because you broke your promise on killing people but also now dont know where the hell to bury this person!

"I did it all for you! And why were you with this chick when I was gone for just ONE WEEK!" it was clear you were freaking out, how your voice rose and how you hit his chest when he grabbed into an embrace. Or what you thought—

"your such an ass hole–" muttering, something soft pricking the back of your neck. Instantly your body felt heavier and your breathing laboured. Was it poison?? Taking the small dart out from where he plucked.

"what are you–" he shushed you, dragging you away from the scene after taking off your gloves and carrying you back to bed.

"your an insolent brat," he scolded your unconscious body before adding. "Now I have to get rid of this, I cant risk you being caught with your own incompetency." His voice sneered with venom, a hidden care within his words if you were still ever awake.

So with that he left, in a car he had and how he had to get rid of the evidence somehow; he did know the ups and downs, the garbage incinerator will do just fine then.

He didnt flinch when having to see blood again, but he did feel guilty for letting some poor girl die because of your jealousy, but then again he also would never think to report.

It's just one girl.

He wouldnt let it happen again if he could, besides it was better than last year.

It feels like I made my own personal brain rott with how my head hurts making this but the saga must go on😭

[basilpaste]

Hey Basil, I'd love to see an interactiom of cannon Sif (before the time loops) with The Lamb, and just see how things deteriorate between the two

oh gosh i hadnt really thought about how canon sifd react to the saviors. or well i thought about how theyd react to nightmare and singular wish but no one else really.

uuuh. heres a very rough thing.

(You open your eyes and find yourself in a fancy looking cabin. Which is weird because you were at least... pretty sure you were in Dormont a second ago?)

(You must have been, right? You remember Mira nervously welcoming everyone to town. Tomorrow you were going to fight the King and hopefully save the country that she loved so much.)

(Or... did that already happen? Did you forget saving an entire country? You know you're a pretty forgetful person, but you don't think that you're that forgetful.)

(You look around the place. There's not really much here. No people. Are you... alone? You don't see any of your friends and they don't respond when you call out to them.)

(Your dagger is sitting on a table.)

(Except... that's not right. Your dagger is in your pocket. You can feel its weight.)

(Ooookay. Weird.)

(Having nothing else to do, you decide to check out the basement of this strange place. The door to the basement creaks open, revealing a staircase with a really fancy carpet. You slowly creep down the steps, only to hear a voice break the silence.)

The Lamb: Hello? Is someone there?...

(You hear your own voice.)

(Almost your own voice. It sounds like if you were pretending to be fancy. Like a typical damsel in distress)

"What."

(You fly down the rest of the stairs, hand on your dagger. When you reach the bottom of the steps you see... you.)

(But it's not you. It looks like you, but you're you! And his eye is too wide and his cloak is too fluffy and his features are all just a little bit too soft. They look like you but they're not. They're all wrong!!!)

The Lamb: Oh!! You... aren't my dashing knight. Who are you?

("Dashing knight"??? That makes you wrinkle your nose. That isn't something you'd ever call anyone. Which just proves that this person isn't you! They're just a poor imitation of you who doesn't really get what you are at all. You pull out your dagger. It glints in the torch light.)

"Who are you?" (You echo, pointing the blade at the chained stranger.) "What are you?"

(They frown. It looks more like a pout. Cute and sweet and almost childish. Your shoulders tense, grip on your dagger tightening.)

The Lamb: That's an easy question! It's something I've answered before! You can call me 'The Bright One'! Or just 'The Savior' is okay! Whatever works best for you, I don't want to be any trouble.

(This 'Savior' makes you feel... gross. They seem so yielding, like they'd just go with anything anyone told him to do. Are you like that? You don't want to be like that.)

(The Savior folds his hands on his lap, smiling up at you brightly as the chain binding him to the wall rattles.)

(That chain... it's so loose that it'd fall off if they made any attempt to remove it. Have they been trapped down here? Why hasn't he just taken off the shackle if he has?)

(You... don't trust this.)

"Why are you here?"

The Lamb: I dunno! I think my knight does, but he's not here so I can't really say! All I know is that last time, I had to kill him! And then I blinked and I was in chains again. But it's all so different this time...

("Last time?")

(WAIT. Did they just say he had to KILL his knight??? You take a guarded step back, brandishing your blade.)

The Lamb: My head feels so fuzzy... like it's full of cotton.

(Um.)

(The Savior looks up at you, eye pleading. They look so helpless. And so much like a messed up version of you. Is this what you look like to people? Meek and helpless?)

The Lamb: I'm so confused! My dashing knight isn't here to help me anymore. I can't get out of here without him!

(He tilts his head. You grimace.)

The Lamb: Could you help me get out of these chains?

(The worst part is that his sob story almost works on you. For a moment, you genuinely consider letting this weird copy out of their chains! But it must be a trick, right? Because they can escape literally any time! The chain isn't holding them there! They must just want you to get close.)

"No." (You say, suppressing the urge to run away.) "I'm not going to let you out when I don't even know why you're trapped."

(The Savior's eye wells with tears.)

(You hate their face. It makes you feel disgusting knowing that you could look like that. Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting.)

(You're scared.)

The Lamb: ... Why not? I just... I just want you to like me! Did I do something wrong? Act the wrong way?

(You don't understand.)

"What?"

The Lamb: Was being myself wrong? I can be someone else! If that'd make you like me!

(Something just... changed. They just changed. He looks even more wrong.)

(You take a step back. Your heel knocks into the base of the stairs.)

"I... I don't like you." (You say, barely above a whisper.) "I don't like you at all."

The Lamb: Let me try something else!!! I just want you to like me!

(No, no, no. He's changing again. You feel sick to your stomach.)

"I'm not going to like you!" (You shout.) "Not ever! You can't make you!"

(The Savior weeps.)

The Lamb: I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I just want you to like me!!!

(you feel a tug on your stomach...

and )

(You dreamed of seeing your face reflected back at you in the mirror.)

[yourtouchismidas]

what were the boys first impressions of rg? cause i feel like matty was smiling every time they texted back and forth with each other before the whole reveal of baby gigi.

so the boys heard about her pretty much immediately. matty had been on the phone with george the night after you'd first had sex, talking about music stuff, and during a general catch up matty had said, "got laid last night," and george had said "good for you mate," and then matty had carried on, "met her outside the pub. really sexy girl. just like really beautiful. sweet too. too sweet for me anyway."

george replied, "nice, you gonna see her again?" and matty had shrugged, "probably not," even though he hadnt really stopped thinking about last night since it happened, heat running through him whenever he did. this wasn't usual. he shrugged it off. then he text you again, asking to see you, as george knew that he would.

when the band met up again in london, after the week you'd spent together, before practise george had teased matty about spending the week with a lover and instead of jibing something back he kind of just blushed and got up and went to make himself a drink. adam went too, and asked in his chill adam way about the girl, and matty dug out his phone and showed pictures of you from your instagram.

"very pretty," adam had said, and then "you gonna see her again then?"

"nah," matty shrugged, "not for me."

"the girl?"

"of course not. did you not see her? shes for everyone. everyone with eyes anyway."

"so what's not for you?"

"the whole boyfriend thing."

adam didnt say much more, but he thought it was a shame. most of matty's one night, two night, three night stands were barely mentioned, hardly ever shown on instagram, and never talked about it the same soft way matty had mentioned you.

a few months later, at a party, matty was in the corner nursing a bottle of beer by himself, phone making grooves in his hands where he held it tightly. ross crossed the room towards him, leaning up against the wall and asking, "whats going on man?"

"what? nothing," matty said in a glum far away voice.

"you're bringing a weird vibe" ross said.

"did you ever think about how it's really hard to have a girlfriend? like with the whole band life and stuff."

ross chuckled, "there it is."

"like, say you meet someone, and then you just have to leave, and you keep leaving, over and over, and every time it makes a little crack in your heart until eventually it just sort of shatters from the pressure. and you do something stupid. or mean. or whatever. or just push them away. to try and rebuild your heart."

"jesus fucking christ," ross said chuckling again, sipping his own beer.

"but dont you ever think about it?"

"no," ross says, "only you do mate. you think about everything way too much."

matty nodded into his beer. then he took up his phone and started texting, so ross sidled away.

"george?" he said, going up to him in the kitchen, "has matty been seeing anyone recently? fucking them even? he's being all mopey about someone."

"not since the girl in manchester."

"jesus christ that was months ago."

"he's not mentioned anyone since," george shrugged.

"fucking hell, she must be something," ross said, swigging on his beer, and watching matty type, then backspace, then type, then back space then eventually, with a roll of his eyes and a huff, hit send.

[lovelovelovelovelove987654321]

i absolutely loved the neighbor Simon thing you wrote and would love to see it continued, if you’re comfortable of course!

PS this is my first ask to anyone like ever so sorry if it’s weird or wrong

Thank you for my first ask! I'm honored to be your first ask as well!

Neighbors

Part 1 Part 2

Proofread by the lovely @crashtestbunny and @talooolaaloolla

Tw: female reader

A few minutes later, Ghost thought he must be in heaven. If he was dreaming before, then what was this? He didn't know how it happened. Maybe there was some exchange, a few pleasantries? He felt like his brain was utterly scrambled.

You were standing in his kitchen, if one could really even call it that. A stained sink, cracked countertops, and rotting cabinets, along with a gas stove/oven set that almost certainly violated local safety ordinances. Somehow, it seemed better and worse with you there. Better, because it seemed like everything would be infinitely better near you. Worse, because he wished he lived in a perfectly maintained mansion so you wouldn't mind visiting. Staying or a few minutes, a few hours, a few lifetimes.

"Need any help unpacking? Cleaning?"

Your sweet voice shook him from his reverie, brought him back to the situation at hand: You being angelic and him dumbly holding the container of cookies, staring.

"Ah-" He paused. If he said yes, would you think he was telling you he only wanted you as a hire-on maid? No, that was stupid. Neighbors were just friendly. Normal people were friendly. If he said yes, maybe you'd stick around. Maybe he could make you smile brighter. He didn't think he was very funny, but the lads did. Soap. You'd like Soap, he could tell. Maybe he could introduce you two? He didn't really have friends to tell you about. Not that you'd asked about them. Not that you would.

"That'd be nice." He finally responded tonelessly.

"Great! I have cleaning supplies in my flat, I can go get them-" You paused suddenly and Ghost panicked. Had you seen a gun? An assassin? Were you okay? Had he done something wrong?

"-Unless you have some?" You finished.

"...No." He immediately wanted to beat himself up. He was too abrupt, too rude. He should be soft for you, gentle.

And cleaning supplies! Bloody supplies. Of course he should have some. He hated when things were dirty. Wasnt his barrack always spotless? But he hadnt been planning to be here much. Although, now that you were here, maybe he would take a little bit more leave.

Cleaning supplies. He didnt want to inconvinience you, he should have his own. He could go buy some tonight, maybe? Or this afternoon. Or right now. Or-

"I'll go get mine, then. That works better, even. I have very specific taste in scrubbing utensils." You winked at him, then, playfully, and there was laughter hidden just below the surface of your voice.

He could die a happy man right then and there. The wink was so familiar. So happy. He didn't deserve this, it should be ripped away from him. Except- except. Except he had to go buy cleaning products that matched yours so that he could have backups if you ran out. Except he needed to know your favorite color so he would know what new pair of bedsheets to buy. Except he needed to know your favorite food so that he could cook for you, maybe. Except he needed to know your favorite flower so he could give you some.

"Alrigh'" Was his only response. You smiled at him one last time before leaving the room, walking towards the door. He wanted to scream, cry, beg you to please never leave him, never turn your back to him. But you were just leaving to have a reason to come back. You'd be back.

You had to be.

[violetnotez]

HC: The Boys Taste Their S/o’s Chapstick

Anonymous:  could I request headcannons for shinso, mirio, denki, sero, and bakugo kissing their s/o and tasting their chapstick ? Or if you want or when they realize their s/o takes care of them in really subtle ways that they didn’t really notice it at first ? i love your blog so much 🥺❤️

Hey babe omg Im so happy you like my blog!!!! Also this ask OMG I have been wanting to write it for so long!!!! Im a sucker for these super cute and fluffy headcanons, so thank you so much for the idea!

Pairings: Shinso x reader, Mirio x reader, Denki x reader, Sero x reader, Bakugo x reader

Warnings: some might get suggestive, but none of these are full blown NSFW! Just a sprinkle of spiciness, thats all!

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S H I N SO U

Flavor: Cherry Vanilla

Your currently trying to get ready for bed with Shinsou, his purple hair cascading against the pillow as he’s scrolling through Insta

defintely looking at cat vids

Youre just BEAT from the day- work, school, practice, whatever your life entails it just felt so incredibly tiring today

Of course, Shinsou seems to have other plans

Once he sees you come out of the bathroom, your hair wet, your skin dewy from washing, your body only wearing one of his oversized shirts and some small shorts....

man is gonna wanna be allllll over you

“Damn, kitten who allowed you to look that hot,” he’d purr, his eyes drinking you in as he propped his body on his elbows to get a better look

You’d roll your eyes, a smile on your lips-

Lowkey a perv for his s/o fight me on this

Once you sit down on the bed, its over

Shinso’s hands are all over you, his palms trailing under your shirt as he leaved lazy kisses on your neck

“Cmon, baby, lets have a little fun before we sleep....”

Just tell him your tired, and he’ll comply, turning super fluffy and cuddly in a matter of minutes

Reluctantly tho this boi is horny when hes horny

“Ahh my kitten’s tired? Fine then, you need your rest.”

He’ll lean in to give a sweet kiss, unknowingly of how flavorful you taste now with your chapstick

And OHOHOHO after that its OVER

The taste of vanilla bursts in his mouth, the scent of cherry becoming more prominent-

When did you start tasting so good?

He honestly wont know how to react- he’ll shake his head and blink a few times, “The hell-?” spilling out of his lips

He grabs you buy the chin, his thumb swiping against your lips gently

Once he sees the faint red sheen on his digit, it kinda dawns on him whats going on

You catch on to his confusion, a small giggle spilling out of you as you tell him its just chapstick you bought since your lips felt dry

He’ll just give you a lazy smirk, his lilac eyes a royal purple as he eyes you

This man cant HELP HIMSELF

He’ll lean in for another kiss, this one lasting much longer and more passionate as he tried to capture that taste again

“Do me a favor and keep wearing that kitten,”

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M I R I O 

Flavor: Birthday Cake

Im so proud of fidning this picture im sorry it just matches so well

Anywaysssssssss

You had just gotten out of the locker room, your UA uniform a little wrinkled from being balled up while you were training

You walked out the metal doors, your lips feeling much softer than usual- you were in desperate need of chapstick after that particular lesson

Thanks UA for having training grounds that blow up every 5 seconds and spray dust everywhere

But thankfully Neijire is the best person ever and hooked you up with some super cute chapstick

Since it was new and just sitting in her book bag, she just told you to keep it

NEIJIRE WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO SWEET?

You had to admit though, you really liked it- the packaging was pretty cute, it was nice on your skin, but the SMELL

OMG

You felt like a bakery was near you every step you took

And everytime you licked your lips it tasted like sweets, which was an amazing addition

Makes ya wonder how safe it is to consume makeup 👀

Mirio is the cutest boyfirend though-wherever your class is, he waits for you outside and walks with you until you have to go your seperate ways

So, as usual, he’s waiting for you outside the locker room, a wide grin plastered on his face

Once he sees you walk out of the doors, he’s already bounding over, his arms swinging cause hes always just so happy to see you 

“Hey sunshine!” he greets you like any other day, his voice just radiating happiness

Some days though, Mirio will kiss the top of your head as he grabs your hand and walks you to his class

Other days, he’s a little more bold, instead leaning down to give you a kiss on your lips as he snakes his hand around your waist

TODAY BABE 

IS THAT DAY

You can tell he’s feeling a little more *frisky cause he’s got this mischievous glint in his eyes

ehhhh why not indulge him?

So you get on your tippie toes, leaning in to him and planting a quick kiss on his lips

But thats when Mirio gets confused- did you eat something?Is it cake? CInnamon roll? Cookie? But whatever it is, it tastes GOOD

“Sweetie, did you buy something from the vending machine?” he asks, a confused grin on his face as he eyes you

You laugh, not realizing that Mirio would be affected by your new chapstick too, 

“Oh no, its just a chapstick Niejire gave me, I think its cake batter flavored- do you like it?”

Mirio licked his lips , savoring the lingering flavor on his skin

“You batter belive it!”

*cue the groaning

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D E N K I

Flavor: Pina Colada

So Mina, bless her little music crazed heart, somehow won a pack of tickets from a radio station to a new water park opening up not too far from UA

It was superrrrr expensive to get in, but the music station hooked all you guys up with VIP tickers, a private cabana, food, THE WORKS

You had been running around with the group all day

(except Bakugo- he either went to the lazy river or the surfing simulator thignie cause Kaminari said he would wipe out and wanted to prove him wrong)

Everybody else wanted to do everythingggg, from ride the craziest rides to trying all the food the park had

By the end of the day, you were completely beat and just wanted to rest

Mina was sitting beside you in  the cabana (again, thank you radio station for hooking some teens up!), just searching it for snacks the boys hadnt eaten

“Aww cmon, really?! We have chapstick but no food?!”

Your head instantly perked up at the sound- chapstick? God, you could deifnitely use some right now from all that chlorine and sun...

You asked Mina to toss you one, the pink skinned girl throwing you a tube as she grumbled about how “piggy” boys were

You checked the flavor on the tube, the fruits on the side label instantly telling you it was something tropical

As you were putting it on, the boys of Bakusquad were bounding up the steps, their feets covered in sand-

“Guess what?! We got Bakugo to go in the wave pool! Isnt that crazy! It had sand on the bottom, like a real beach-”

Kirishima was just gushing and super excited, Bakugo looking like a pissed off wet cat next to him

You sat up quickly, happy to see your boyfriend, his spiky hair all wet from the day and his boxers dripping

As Kirishima and Sero were messing with an extremely annoyed Bakugo, you went and grabbed the boys some towels, giving the last one to your boyfriend

“Aww thanks babe,” he gushed out, his hands grabbing the towel gingerly as he leaned to kiss you

But wait- you tasted- really sweet?

Kaminari pulled back slightly, a small smirk on his lips, cause damn, that tasted really good

“Did you eat some fruit or something? Cause you taste super yummy babe-”

You  pointed to your lips as you told him how Mina found some free chapstick lying around in the cabana

Kaminari just gave you this really blissed out stare as he sneaked one more peck from you- he was kinda wishing his friends weren't here, cause hed totally be making out with you with that yummy stuff on your lips...

“Do me a favor and dont take that stuff off, okay? Until we get back to the dorms,”

He sent you a small wink, weaving behind you inconspicously, and giving your bottom a playful pinch

WHY YOU GOTTA BE A FLIRT KAMINARI

(Also before you left Kamianri most definitely dumped the whole jar of chapsticks into his backpack)

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S E R O

Flavor: Peppermint

You and Sero had just gotten coffee from a little cafe when it starts to rain

Like alottttttttttt

And of course it happens when your right outside, waiting for your ride to take you back home

So you two are just standing there like weirdos with the rain POURING, Sero holding up his jacket over both of your heads

But honestly, it’s not doing much to block out the rain, so honestly-why not have some fun?

You run out of the fabric, instantly feeling your whole body get drenched as you start twirling and laughing

“He-hey wait, babe!”

Sero’s gonna be laughing, and now y’all playing a wierd game of tag

Aghhhhhh so cute tho 🥺🥺

He catches you pretty quickly, his tape grabbing your waist and pulling you to him,,,

You instantly collide with his chest, your cheeks rosy from running around so much and your hands resting on his chest

Sero gives you the biggest grin, his finger under your chin and raising it to look at him

“You know your the biggest tease I know?”

“Yup!”

He laughs, placing a kiss on your lips-and omg why are you minty? and it feels soooo good to him, cause honestly mint isn’t a bad flavor-

“Hey babe whatcha got on your lips? Did you eat-gum or something?”

You just laugh and tell him it’s some chapstick you got (imagine the mint eos U KNOW THE ONE)

He asks if it’s the egg chapstick OML 💀

Yes Sero the egg chapstick

His lips are parted a little, his eyes wider than usual cause he’s lowkey confused on how he liked that so much

But he send you another huge grin before he kisses you again-

“I think your gonna need to wear that more for me, yeah?”

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B A K U G O

Flavor: Cinnamon

Bakugo has ben practically forcing you to wake up at ungodly hours with him to train

He says its cause “youre getting weak” but really he’s a total simp for having such close contact with you

Also he’s a little brat and put his all into it  so you cant ever beat him, which boosts his ego for some reason?

“Hah, that really the best you got?” he scoffs down at you, his calloused hands pinning you to the ground as his body cages you in for the umpteenth time

Honestly, its hard to fight when your 1) annoyed about loosing and 2) have your hot as hell boyfriend pining you to the ground

But thankfully

THANKFULLY

He was starting to overheat, his breathe coming out in low pants as  strands  of hair began sticking to his forehead

You felt one of his palms begin to slip ever so slightly near you, and on instinct you knew you had to do something, you finally had an opening-

so you caused a distraction 

Your hands quickly flew to the nape of his neck, pressing his head down to your so you could kiss him square on the lips

Bakugo was completely confused in the best way possible- he didnt expect that to happen, but hell, hes not complaining-

until his lips start to tingle

“-the hell?!” he sputters out, his mind trying to figure out what was going on just before you successfuly flip him over, with you now on top

You stared down triumphantly at your boyfriend, not knowing how well that worked- until you noticed how shiny Bakugo lips look

He begins mashing his lips together, trying to rub it off since you had his hands pinned down

“The hell is on my lips? Agh, dont tell me its that weird ass lip stuff that supposed to make your lips bigger or something-’’

Ummmmm how does he know about lip plumping lip gloss? Question for a another day-

“Its chapstick silly,” you giggle, “-cinnamon”

Honestly, he’s gonna like it-this boy likes spicy things and the fact that “spicy” sensation came from his s/o....shoooottttt he is in love

But

Of course

He’s gonna act like it’s wierd or something, cause HES wierd

“Cinnamon? You couldn’t get something normal like cherry or grape?”

You scrunch up your nose, cause yeah your not for those flavors AT ALL, and Bakugo finds his chance

He quickly flips you over, your back now against the floor and his body on top of yours

“Cmon, baka don’t tell me thats seriosuly all you got-“

Don’t remind him that you were able to flip him over tho he’ll turn red and tell you to shut it

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

[autistic-ace-bee]

ask game: 13 23 31 34 37 ! pick whichever ones u want asgdfg

13: what are three things you did today?

I did the washing, I played valorant, and i did some pushups! I didnt really do much today on account of accidentally skipping school asdllsad

23: how have you felt today?

I've felt somewhat anxious today, waiting to get told off for skipping school but that never happened lol. I didnt get nauseous today! :D well actually i did but i think it was because i hadnt eaten yet and once i ate i was fine oh no wait that was yesterday askdkdk

31: what were you doing an hour ago?

i was playing valorant with my cousin! also i think i was messaging you. i was kind of going back and forth between messaging you and playing asdkasdk i was like i am dying but talking to you is more important askdks

34: are you a patient person?

not at all. I hate waiting, and it makes me anxious. So at least, I'm not patient in the sense that I don't like waiting in lines, or waiting for my turn to use the kitchen, or the shower, my turn in a game, or whatever it is I want to do. But with people I'm patient. Like if someone's talking to me about a problem or something I'm patient. But if it's not serious I do tend to try to hasten people and finish their sentences for them asdkasd so yeah, no, im very much not a patient person askdsk

37: did you have a dream last night?

yes and my god it was a wild one. i dont really remember anymore but im pretty sure people died. wait. i was forced to do something. i dont remember what but it was weird lol. i remember i woke up and messaged my cousin "bro i just had the weirdest effing dream" but never elaborated lol

and bonus! im putting a readmore bc it got pretty long and also personal which i dont mind lol but also wooooh mystery >:O

01: tell me the truth, what made you start liking the person you like right now?

honestly, I'm not entirely sure what made me start liking you! I guess its just because you were so easy and so fun to talk to. I love talking to people, but honestly its a lot of effort for me a lot of the time. The only people im really comfortable holding a conversation with at length are you, my cousin and my sister. and i felt that way with you after only a few interactions! i just found you so interesting and cute and sweet and kind and funny and awesome and just you are so great to talk to and we always have a good time together!

i remember like, it was the second week i had known you and i was in the middle of a soccer game and i just couldnt stop messaging you. my coach called me off the pitch and i just immediately grabbed my phone and started texting you because i just so much wanted to talk to you!

and one of my happiest memories is that day i had my first job interview, but its because that day was the first time we played 20 questions, and it was sunny and warm and we ended up talking for like 4 hours and it was just so much fun and i felt so happy and so present and i took photos to show you because i thought, yeah im comfortable with you, i want to show you! i love you and im comfortable being vulnerable and open with you.

that comfort being vulnerable with you was still a little thing then, and now im a lot more comfortable! like yesterday i had a therapy session and i ended up mentioning you because i was like. i know its stupid (in the sense of the immensity of my feelings about it) but not getting to go to that party really upset me and left me feeling pretty depressed for the rest of the week, to the point where i kind of basically wrote like a really long kind-of-poem journal entry where basically i more or less just listed all the things i hated about myself, but i was also like, if you like me there must be something worth liking askdkasdk anyway once i vented i was like okay thats out there whoo and then i messaged you looking for comfort and you were great and i felt so much better and my little depressive episode was over!

and i dont think thats ever really happened before. or like, not so quickly?? like usually when i end up that upset, i usually just cry and sleep. but this time i cried and then i was happy, because i got to speak to you and idk chemical shit in my brain go brrr happy chemicals <3333 and yeah in any case. you make me happy and thats why i love you <33

i originally wrote this as one long block of text but i went back and put as many line breaks as i could bc i know adhd brain is shit at reading long paragraphs askdkasda

[frog-was-taken]

y/n - your name

warning: swearing, use of the word stupid, thats all i think

y/n, adriens twin sister tells him what she really thinks of his new relationship with lila. based off/inspired by the song ‘What a shame’ by Leyla Blue

a/n - i know that this would probably never happen but its been in my head for a couple of days so i need to let it out.

if there was one thing that you could wish for, it would be to wipe that stupid smirk off of lila’s stupid face. your hatred for her grew greater and greater with every breath she took. not only was she a liar, she was also just downright horrible! you looked over at marinette, and saw that she had a similar expression to yours. suddenly an idea popped into your head, smiling at lila you said, ‘adrien.?’. ‘yeah y/n?’ he answered, smiling at you warmly. ‘i dont like or approve of your relationship ’, you said calmly, still looking at lila. you looked over at him as his face fell slightly, and you couldn’t help but wonder if what you were going to say was going to hurt his feelings. you carried on, ‘the only thing that’s left to say is ..’

‘what a shame’ you said calmly. ‘baby-‘, lila started, ‘what a shame?’ he questioned. ‘could’ve been with mari, instead of whats her fucking name’ you said with a smug smile. marinette gave you a ‘what are you doing?!’ look, her face as red as ever. ‘its a shame, yeah its fucking shame!’ your voice echoeing around the now silent class. ‘you had a winning hand but you threw away the game’, you finished. the class knew what you meant, even if your brother was as blind as a bat. you were known for being outspoken but no one had expected this. everyone could see the shock on adrien’s face, and the rage on lila’s.

‘yo- you bitch!’ she screamed. ‘whats the matter layla? or was it lily? i really can’t remember anymore’, you put on a thinking face, a smirk dancing on your lips. lila stormed out of her seat and straight over to you, ‘you’ll regret that! she snarled. and right as the door opened a loud SLAP echoed around the class. ‘what is going on here?!’ yelled miss bustier, holding a stack of papers she went to photocopy. ‘i-i- uh no-noth-‘ lila stuttered. ‘miss bustier!’, you cried ‘ sh-she slapped me! lila slapped me!’ you said with tears spilling down your cheeks. truth to be told the slap hadnt hurt much, but since you knew there would be a red mark you decided you’d milk this opportunity, after all lila wasnt the only actress in the class. ‘lila?! go staight to the principal’s office!’ miss bustier said with shock and slight disgust at her behaviour. ‘are you all right y/n?’ her voice becoming as sweet as sugar again. ‘im fine, but do you think i could have a minute to talk to my brother?’ you asked with tears still threatening to spill. ‘of course, take as long as you need’. ‘thank you’ you sniffled

you turned your head to look at adrien and the class, a big smile gracing your face as if nothing just happened. you walked out with adrien following suit. ‘are you okay?’ he asked worriedly, ‘im fine adrien’, you smiled up at him but his worried eyes turned harsher. ‘so why did you do that?!’ he shouted in a hushed tone, ‘because she isnt the right girl for you, you dummy!’,you whipser-shouted back. he looked at you confused, head tilted slightly to the side. ‘open your eyes, everything you need is right infront of you, or well behind you considering our seating plan’. you said rolling your eyes. ‘m-marinette?’ he said quietly. ‘yes adrien, the whole class can see that you guys are perfect for eachother’ you spoke, pulling him into a hug. ‘thanks y/n’ he mumbled into your hair, ‘thanks for what?’ you asked. ‘for being the world’s best sister’ he said pulling away slighty. ‘ugh stop being so sappy’ you grumbled though you had a smile in your face, ‘you have a girl to ask out’. ‘i do?’ he said tilting his head. ‘ADRIEN!’, ‘im joking, i get it now’ he said with a laugh pulling you back into the class. you gave him one last smile before getting to your seat, ‘looks like he finally got the hint’ you thought to yourself.

a/n - this is my first fic since ive started writing again so i hope there isnt too many mistakes, id appreciate it if you could leave a like if you enjoyed it :)

[cloudycrystalkpop]

SMOKY | Purgatory Within

Blind! Prince! Mingi x [unstated skin deformity] fem! Reader

words: almost 2k 

warnings: abuse trauma, smut, death

au: crown royal au | moodboard

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~

you became more and more concerned for your husband’s behavior as time went on. the young man who had once been so careful and gentle, now stood with a silent rage behind his empty eyes.

however, after you confronted him about his possessive behavior, you watched him break down at your feet.

“p-please... please don’t leave me...” his large frame was once again curled in on himself, shoulders shaking as he kneeled on the floor, hands fisted in your robe. his head was hung low as he begged you at your feet.

“Mingi, what has been going on with you?” you insisted, refusing to touch the man as he tried to bury his face in your lap.

“I can't- I can't let the Duke take you! or your whore of a knight! Please my queen please, take me instead, take everything I have!” the man let out a broken sob as you sighed at his words.

“enough.” you growled, grabbing a hand full of his hair and lifting his head. he yelped in shock, neck exposed to you as his Adams apple bobbed in fear.

“you are to be a king Mingi. you are a grown man, and I am your wife. you are not a little boy to be crying at the feet of his mother.” you pushed the man off your lap and stood. “and you will be a fool of a king if you let such foolish insecurity cloud your judgment!”

Mingi hid his head low, covering his face with his arms.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry! p-please don't-” his normally deep voice cracked in terror. you stopped, anger at he man before you evaporated.

“Mingi...mingi I'm not going to hit you.” you spoke softly, gently falling to your knees on the floor. his body shook, arms still held to protect his face. “I hope you know, I would never do that.” your voice was sorrowful as you reached out a hand to his head.

he flinched when you touched his hair, but as you began to run your fingers through it, his muscles slowly relaxed. dropping his arms from his face you could finally see the puffiness around his eyes, the cloudiness of the dark pigment stared blankly back at you.

“...do you promise?” he hiccuped, turning his head to try and find the direction of your voice. you cupped the man’s cheeks, pulling his head to face yours. his eyes fluttered shut as he rested his head in your hands.

“oh my darling boy, who did this to you?”

~

Mingi found a small kitten in the garden. a runt, tiny thing. you had thought the bundle of orange fur was some nobles lost purse left out in the rain. he named her Daisy, saying her fur smelled of the flowers when she curled up in his big hands.

You rarely saw the man without her, the small kitten often purching on Mingi's large shoulders.

Your husband still held ribbons of his possessive behavior, however he began to distance himself from you. You rarely saw him now other then in passing on when the pair of you went to sleep at night. He also began neglecting pleasing you, but you assumed he was simply not interested as both of you often went to sleep without any contact.

Now you found yourself facing a different delema. You had always been a woman with a high sex drive, its one of the reasons you had chosen Seonghwa as a concort. However your poor knight had been frightened quite badly by yourself and your husband, and you knew he wouldnt return to you unless you seeked him out.

But you had also made Mingi a promis. One that was getting increasingly hard for you to keep.

"My lady, is everything alright? You seem lost in thought... If there is any responsibilities weighing heavy on you i am more then happy to help however i can!" the young Duke's voice was as sweet as ever.

You sighed, looking over to Yeosang, a man you had been trying not to look at for to long. His hair lay in soft curls around his face, lightened by the many years spent outside in the sunlight. Likewise his skin was warm in hue, tanner then the rest of your court.

You had heard some of the other ladies snickering about him. Yeosang surely didnt live up to some of the standards for desired beauty the royals had. A strange thought flashed in your mind. Is that why Mingi was chosen to be your husband over Yeosang? Mingi's frame was large, an incredibly masculine figure just looking at him, with dark hair and skin untouched by the sun.

Little Yeosang however, had small and dainty hands, with long thin fingers, his features were softer then Mingi's, even his skin looked soft to the touch. And the many years spent as a playmate for his sisters left him with an unthreatening demeanor.

Indeed it wasnt hard for you to imagine him, flowers in his hair, sat on a blanket in the valley, perhaps painting or writing for his own amusement. You shoved away such thoughts as you saw a line of concern crease in his brow.

"My lady..."

"I am sorry Yeosang. Truthfully ive been feeling a bit... Forgotten about in these last weeks. And its left me feeling distracted." you answered him.

"Forgotten... Ah, by your husband?" perceptive as always. You sighed, gase dropping to your tea once more, before nodding.

"Have you tried speaking to him? He has a shy nature, im sure-"

"Hes trying to help." you held up a hand to stop him. "He did not trust me, and hes trying to offer me space to show he does." you clarified.

"... I see." Yeosang chewed on his lip in thought. His lips were a pretty blush color, not as round as Mingi's but plump, they looked soft... Very soft.

You cursed yourself in your own head. His fingers, his lips, youd be lying to deny they hadnt crossed your mind when you bathed. Your hands wandering your own body, head leaned back and eyes closed. Imagining it was Yeosang's long fingers in place of your own as you gasped in pleasure.

You shooed away the maid who came to offer you more tea, informing her it wouldnt be needed. Lust was a vice that would only cause you harm as Mingi's wife. And yet, something stirred in your gut.

"Yeosang, will you come walk with me?" the Duke nodded quickly, standing to his feet to follow you deeping into the gardens.

~

Your husband would be furious. And yet, such a worry seemed to melt away as you let yourself become lost in his touch.

"My lady please, you must be quiet. Or else we shall scandalize some poor stable boy." Yeosang's voice purred in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck after speaking.

You bite your tongue as Yeosang let another finger slip inside you. You were right, his fingers were deliciously long, able to reach places within you your own faltered. His hand snaked up your skirts and inside your undergarments, the heel of his hand pressed against your clit, his wrist not forgetting such an important part as he rubbed it gently.

You could almost see stars as he began sucking on your neck, a third finger sliding within you.

"... I promised you, anything you ever needed, i will provide. If its council, wisdom, or even such sinful favors... I am at your service. Always." Yeosang's voice was honey on your skin. You pulled one of your hands up from where they were fisted in his jacket, tugging gently on his hair. He pulled away from your neck, eyes now staring into your own. A look of pride took his features, seeing the state of pleasure you were in at his hands.

Tugging his hair again, you let a small whine fall from your lips. He chuckled, increasing the pace of his hand, and before a moan could fall from your lips, he covered them with his own.

~

That night, cheeks finally faded with the glow of what yourself and the Duke had snuck away to do, you crossed paths with a guard.

“your highness! just who I was looking for~” dread pooled in your gut as you saw Hongjoong, cheerful grin on display, with a small kitten in his arms. Daisy shook like a leaf, eyes slit to spite the darkness of the hallway.

you opened your arms and Hongjoong placed the small cat in your hands. Daisy immediately pressed herself as far from Hongjoong as she could, a small hiss let out in his direction.

“how rude. if it wasn't for me she would have been stuck at the top of a lamp. ungrateful feline.” he huffed. you began to gently stroke the cat’s fur, in hopes of calming her down.

“an animal as small as this knows when it is in the jaws of a predator.” you stated. Hongjoong smiled, and your stomach dropped. humans are so stupid. Hongjoong is known as a cheerful and smiley person, but yet the cloud that follows him hides the nature of his grin. a wolf does not offer you a smile, he bares his teeth as a warning.

“and yet your little prince is so blissfully unaware of what he is toying with~” Hongjoong giggled. you simply blinked back at the creature before you. “you know, your fondness for that Duke will upset him. but if you wanted a straightforward solution-”

“I am not a fool like the other idiot humans that reside here.” you growled.

“oh no, absolutely not. but, witch, neither am i.” you narrow your eyes at him.

“I could have you hung for accusing the future queen of witchcraft.” you threatened. Hongjoong lay his head back and let out a hearty laugh.

“that would be a sight! do you really want to see what happened if you try and kill me?” Hongjoong stops himself before he begins laughing again. “actually I believe I know that answer. regardless, my offer still stands. just as our deal already does.”

“deal?” you feel panic rise in your throat.

“why yes, the silent one of course.” Hongjoong grins that same one that appears in your nightmares. the one that pulls his cheeks up and shows just a few to many teeth.

“you don't tell them what I am, and in exchange, I do the same.”

~

you awoke the next morning, without Mingi. his side of the bed was cold, and even Daisy had gone missing. you thought little of it as you rose to begin your day, however, you were not greeted by one of your handmaidens, but rather, a guard.

“your majesty, I come bearing news.” he swallowed nervously.

“oh? at this hour?” you inquired. you were then greeted by a sorrowful meow, Daisy crawling between the guards legs and hiding under your nightgown.

“your husband, Prince Mingi, was found dead in a poll of his own blood last night.”

~

who killed the king?

suspects : Yeosang | Seonghwa | Hongjoong

[peeterparkr]

perfidy;tom holland|7

chapter 7: the dialogue

enemies to lovers au/enemies with benefits

chapter summary: the name of the game

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings:  swearing, angst, fluff, smut (oral f receiving) (skip the * if you don’t wanna read) , ROLLERCOASTER, didn’t proof read

word count: 7.8k BUT IT’S A LIGHT CHAPTER I SWEAR

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You won. That’s what you liked to think. 

One kiss wouldn’t hurt anybody. That was the only thing that had happened, a simple sweet kiss. And it had felt different, it hadn’t been barely a kiss. You’d been the one to lean over, but he’d closed the gap. And it’d felt like a summer breeze, early june, and it tasted like the remaining tea he’d just had. Bittersweet. 

Kissing never hurt anybody. But it had you thinking. 

And he’d tried to lean over again, but you’d stopped him. 

“You finish your lunch and I’ll go take some air, you have an hour to rest,” you said quickly getting off his grip. “Then I’m gonna need you back on set and—“

He chuckled. “Y/N, c’mon we’ve got time,” he assured you, as he walked over to you. 

“You can take care of that by yourself, I’m going to….” you snapped as you stood up, you rushed to your purse and took out your red lipstick, you’d always carry it around. The lipstick was your weapon, it was something that gave you certain protection. Red lipstick gave you a certain sense of being in control, and you perfectly knew you were far from controlling this situation.  

He coughed. “y/n.” 

You watched him, “Thomas.” 

“Are you angry I’m winning?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Winning? Is this a competition now?” 

“It can be,” Tom laughed. “Dunno, it reminds me of ‘don’t cry’” 

“But ‘don’t cry’ was about pissing each other off,” you pointed out. Don’t cry. A game you hadnt played for a while. It was yours and Tom’s game, if you ever dared to call such a toxic thing a game. 

“I know this whole thing pisses you off, and I love pissing you off.” 

You rolled your eyes. “And does it piss you off?” 

“Yes, it pisses me off that I can’t keep my hands to myself because of you, out of everyone, it’s Y/N.” 

You crossed your arms and smirked. “Huh, this is… Seems like I’m winning this situation? Are you crying, Holland? I’m winning this game.”  

Tom rolled his eyes. “You’re not.” 

“The way I see this, Tommy, you’re kind of begging me…”

“I’m just trying to help you out, love,  I made you forget about your ex, didn’t I?” 

He had. That’s exactly why you were trying to run away from. You weren’t down to being played. 

“I… what does that have to do with anything?” You frowned. 

“Dunno, maybe if I keep your mind thinking of me, then you’ll focus more on your job.” He walked over to you, placing his hands on your hips. He stared down at your lips and then at your eyes. He leaned over to you and kissed your neck, two times he touched your neck and only once you blinked. 

“My job?” You cleared your throat. He pushed you against the wall, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. 

“Yes, you know you’re my assistant,” he continued his path from your neck to your ear. 

“I’m a hundred per cent sure this didn’t come in the job description or did you do this with your last assistants?” You smirked. “Haz.. and Harry? Your brother? That’s so disgusting, Thomas, even coming from you.” 

He quickly pulled back from you. “You’re an idiot.” 

“Am I, really?” you grinned. This was great, you’d taken the control back of this situation. “But you know I’m right. This is unprofessional. Were you unprofessional with any of your past assistants?  

And god, you hated him. Because you wanted to kiss him again, but you wanted him to be the one to lose. Not you, definitely not you. 

“No. No,” he cleared his throat. “You’re right, unprofessional.” 

“Glad you agree,” you smirked as you finally pushed him away from you. That didn’t stop you from kissing his cheek, staining it with a plump of red lips. “You better wipe that off before you come back to set,” you warned him. “I’m sorry you lost this one.” 

“You’re wrong about that, darling, I always win.” 

But he pulled you back to him, lips firmly pressed against your mouth, you felt your whole body initially tense up but then relax as you let your head fall into his bliss.  It didn’t go any further than that, only kissing. And it had been… different. The way he’d held your head, and the way his fingers travelled down your arm. His lips so soft, and the way he’d smiled after it. 

“And I’ll keep on winning. Don’t cry, y/n.” 

After that, you ignored the professionalism you had prided yourself you’d had, but one can only ignore something as sweet and pretend it didn’t happen for so long. 

You didn’t want to waste any more kissing because honestly, he was driving you crazy. It was just a little perspective. 

Cruising through the set, changing his schedules and trying to find places where nobody could see you. And so a game started, a game which was so thriving to play. Risky, but fun. So fun. The next few days had consisted of brushing, pinning and teasing. Fingers walking down his shoulders when he was on makeup, helping him adjust his clothes if he was nearby. Him, placing his hand on your waist as he was walking past you, and moving it just slightly down, licking lips and whispering in his ear. At very inconvenient times, like before he was just going to shoot a scene, you’d walk over and go: ‘Your zip is down, don’t cry.’ and zip it up, or when he’d brush against you, or walk his fingers up your thighs. 

Don’t cry, the game of your nightmares. A very toxic game which consisted of Tom and you getting on each other's nerves, pulling each other’s hair, saying something mean but ending it with “Don’t cry.” Which basically meant: “I don’t mean this, but if you cry you’ll have to do whatever I tell you.” 

Those dares included eating mustard which you hated, getting into the shower fully clothed, drinking a salty glass of milk, or whatever you came up with. Eventually you stopped playing so you wondered where this particular game would go. 

You guessed it was embarrassing enough teasing each other and trying to remain calm. It’d, so far, only gotten both of you to make out in his trailer. Twice. You didn’t even know why that had happened. How it had let there with him pushing you against the wall and slipping his tongue in. 

But you continued that game where you both pretended to hate each other, but it seemed different this time. Less real, at least. More… flirty, if you could think of it. But more firstly. 

But Tom was getting on your nerves, because he’d up the game, and he’d find ways to sneak a kiss. ‘Don’t cry’.  He’d try to be careful, nobody could know about this. But he’d sneak a kiss if he could, like when you were on your way to the makeup trailer, or when you were picking up your lunch. And you couldn’t react to it, or else you’d lose. 

But he’d get particularly more… teasing, especially when you were around Timothée. That was hard. Because you couldn’t react in any way, you were not supposed to be aware. 

And it kept going. 

Two weeks had gone by. And the game had only stepped up. 

Harry would be leaving in two days, and you hadn’t seen him. Your mind had barely thought about your last conversation with him, was he really going to propose? But you knew you had to be careful around whatever you said because you didn’t want to hurt him. 

The thought was roaming your mind when you were having lunch with Timothée, talking about life and other stuff, the props, the cameras. But Tom had decided to sit right beside him and not so subtly decided to play footsie. Very stupid, really. 

“Hey, y/n dear, oh, hello, Timmo...y/n dear, I need help with some crying.Will you help me out later?” 

You coughed. 

Timothée would usually only stare at him. You knew he was probably jealous, Tim had always been very reluctant when it came to Tom. You didn’t blame him. You couldn’t blame him. Less now. 

“Some crying?” Tim asked. 

“For the scene, lover boy,” Tom chuckled. “And you might be aware of this but your… girl…. Your friend here really hates me.” 

“And I can make you cry?” You questioned. “How lovely, would love to see you cry,” you answered as you kicked him. 

Tom cleared his throat. 

Timmy frowned but chuckled. “I will never understand how you guys hate each other that much,” he mentioned with poison. “I mean, you grew up together, you must have some good memories.” 

“You’re answering your own question, we know each other so well that we hate each other, you would too if you’d grown up with her,” Tom laughed. 

“Yeah, you’d need a lifetime to hate me, but somehow you only need five seconds to hate Tom,” you snapped back. 

Tim grinned as he let out a poisonous laugh. 

“Hm, you agree?” Tom raised his brows at Tim. 

Tim chuckled. “I’m sorry, I was dating her so I naturally had to hate you, that’s how couples work, if one hates someone the other one should, too.” 

Tom grinned. “Right., but you’re not dating anymore, why should you hate me, now?” 

Tim didn’t say anything, and you just glared at Tom. 

“Anyway I should go back to my friends, shouldn’t I?” Tom chuckled as he then proceeded to walk over to the other members of the cast. 

You watched him walk away. You rolled your eyes, and looked at Tim. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Tim chuckled. “It’s fine, really, but I’m not telling him the reasons I hate him for now,” Tim admitted. 

“You’ve got new reasons?” 

“In a way, yes,” Tim shrugged. “But can’t really be mad at him, I mean thanks to him I get to hang out with you again,” he admitted. “And I get to see your smile, even if I’m not the reason for it right now.” 

You felt a stab into your heart. “You still make me smile, Timmy.” 

He smiled, slightly. “I know, but it’s not my job anymore,” he shrugged. “There’s a vacancy for that job though, can I apply again?” 

You grinned, chuckling slightly. “There’s no vacancy open right now, I’m afraid” 

Timothée scoffed as he clenched his jaw. “Tom already filled it up?” 

“No, no, remember he's the CEO of being my mortal enemy,” you cleared your throat. 

He stayed quiet as he watched you, then dedicated a glance towards Tom who was not so subtly staring at you. 

“He’s in love with you, y/n,” Tim said. 

You rolled your eyes. “If he was, everything would be easier, he’d be nice.” 

He shrugged. “I’m not blaming him, y/n, but I see it, you know? It’s easy to know when somebody else is in love with the girl you love, it’s in the eyes.” 

“The eyes chico, they never lie,” you quoted making him grin. “And his eyes… only have hatred. So you’re wrong about Tom, don’t worry there’s only hate there. Now, I need to get that idiot back where he’s supposed to be, I swear he never knows anything.” You stood up as you picked up your stuff. 

“What about Harry?” Timothée asked. ��Was I wrong about him too? 

You only glanced at Timothée, and then walked away. 

-

“So tomorrow’s Harry’s goodbye congratulations party dinner thing,” Tom mentioned as you were handing him a bottle of water as they’d paused a scene. 

“I’m aware,” you answered coldly. 

“Are you gonna bring anything?” He asked, watching you. 

“Dunno,” you shrugged as you called the makeup artist so they could retouch him, while you helped him button up his shirt again. 

“Y/N,” Tom sighed, as the makeup artist was brushing him up. 

“What?” You frowned.

“You’ve ignored me all day long,” he complained. You had, as a matter of fact. You couldn’t stand him, even when he’d tried to keep up with the game. You hadn’t shown any type of response, you hadn’t talked to him if you didn’t need to. You didn’t smile, you didn’t even look at him. 

“Get back to the scene,” you told him as you walked away. 

Eventually, the director gave up for that day and said they’d continue in two days, something wasn’t going well with the scene, they kept pausing and pausing. Tom would forget his lines, or he wouldn’t give in the emotion, something was off, you could tell. The chemistry with the actress or whatever, it was off. Everybody could tell. 

“What’s up? You’re really messing up,” you told him as he approached you. “Maybe you need to rest, you have all day tomorrow to rest.” You’d finally have a free day, a well deserved free day. 

He ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, I just… Have my mind elsewhere, alright?” 

“Where?” You asked as you were walking away from him, already pulling out your earphones, not wanting to listen to him as you were walking to your car. You finally had it back.

“Don’t know,” he shrugged. “I.. maybe help me run the lines, tonight, I… I need to see how this goes.” 

You turned to him. “You were a real asshole today,” you mentioned. 

“What?” Tom blinked. 

“You don’t get to joke about my last relationship, alright? You crossed the line,” you snapped, you had to get it off your chest. “And you can’t joke about it in front of Tim and I, it’s not your place.” 

“Is that why you’ve been ignoring me?” 

You plugged your earphones in. Tom stopped you. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know and I was not trying to… make fun…”Tom trailed off. 

You crossed your arms. “What were you trying then?”

“I dunno, let him understand that you’re not dating, he sometimes act as if you were—“

“Habits that didn’t wear out,” you shrugged. “Besides that’s not your business, Tom.” 

Tom gulped. “are you trying to get back with him?”

“Why do you care?” You sighed. 

“Are you? ” Tom asked. 

“No, I’m not,” you looked away. “And he knows that, we are friends, alright?”

“He knows?” 

“Yes, we are not trying to get back together, I…” You took a deep breath. Less now, of course, that you were trying to do whatever you were trying to do with Tom, and playing whatever game with him. Of course you didn’t want to get back to Timothée, or maybe you did, but you couldn’t play with him right now. You couldn’t play with his heart, especially because Tim was more aware of your feelings than even yourself. “He knows me too well,” you said out loud. “But that’s not the point, you shouldn’t have said that.” 

Tom shrugged. “He said he hated me.” 

“Well, who wouldn’t? With that damned attitude you’ve been pulling, and flirting in front of him, god Tom, you’re so full of yourself, I can’t believe this,” You snapped. “I… I can’t stand you, of course he would hate you. And why do you even care if he hates you?” 

Tom looked away. “Don’t know. Because.”

You rolled your eyes. “Why did you tell him that?” 

“Because you’re not dating anymore, I just pointed out he’s allowed to hate me for other reasons. Like a reason should be I keep making out with his ex,” Tom growled. 

“Ah, piss off, Tom, you’re… You won, okay?” you frowned, as you walked away, finally reaching your car.  

“No, no, wait,” Tom sighed as he ran after you. “Y/N…Please.”

“What?”

“You’re coming tomorrow, right?” 

“Yes, because of Harry,” You cleared your throat, and then took a deep breath. You couldn’t keep fighting with Tom, even if it hurt you, even if right now all you wanted to do was kick him, you had to write a script. “I...was gonna bake him cookies.”

“What?”

“For Harry. My way of saying goodbye. I think it’s literally my only talent, and I know Harry likes cookies.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, or do you want me to bring in anything else?” You asked. 

“No, no, no, just… come, it’d kill Harry if you don’t,” he commented. 

You opened the door to your car. 

“And it’d bum me more if I knew it was my fault,” he added as you turned around. 

“Look… I…” You really hated yourself more than him for what you were going to do next. “I was gonna open a wine bottle and bake the cookies.” 

Tom chuckled. “Hm, is that an invitation?” 

“No, you know what? Never mind,” you rolled your eyes as you hopped into the car. He stopped you from closing the door. 

“What if I make it up to you?” He suggested. 

“Hm?” 

“What if I cook something for you and we open a bottle of wine and bake the cookies?” He cleared his throat. 

It was time for you to chuckle. “See you in hell, Tom.” 

”Oh, is that a date? Are you asking me out?” He smirked. 

You rolled your eyes. 

He grinned. “C’mon we need to relax a little, and we haven’t really bonded, and we could go over the lines,” he insisted. 

You clicked your tongue. “I would say we’ve bonded a little bit more than required,” you rolled your eyes. “And I don’t want to bond that way.” 

He laughed. “Oh c’mon you know what I mean.” 

“Heard the cast was going to hang out, why don’t you tag along with them?”

“I wanna hang out with you, y/n, besides you were the first to hint at it,” he grinned. “C’mon, I’ll cook something nice.” 

You looked him in his chocolate eyes, you really wanted to say no. All you wanted to do that night was cry until you fell asleep after you ate a whole pint of ice cream or ordered a cheesy pizza. That was what you wanted to do, because Timothée had opened up a wound that you hadn’t touched in a while, and because you knew this was wrong, completely wrong. You shouldn’t be caring about this, you shouldn’t let Tom play you this way. 

“I… sure, fine.” 

“Okay, so I’ll… buy the ingredients and I’ll see you at your place?” He asked. 

“Alright.”

-

Tom had finished setting up for whatever he was going to cook. You were currently opening the bottle of the first wine bottle, pouring each a glass. You handed him his own glass and he grinned before clicking them together. 

“I love your apartment,” he pointed out. “We could film here, it’s got the total aesthetic, 80’s like apartment with flowers and vinyls and…You really got it all, don’t you?” 

“Really? I… Don’t know.” 

“It’s pretty and clean,” he chuckled. “So… tonight uh, we’re having pasta with chicken, because as long as I recall, you were a fan of it when we were children,” he announced. 

You sipped from your wine as you were pulling out the ingredients for the cookies. “Ah yes, big fan,” you chuckled. “Just don’t make a mess… So, I’m going to…” You took out your speakers as you were scrolling through a decent playlist to which he wouldn’t complain. 

“Wait, mind if we listen to my music?” He asked. 

You stared at him. “I—okay.” 

“Don’t worry I made a playlist thinking of you, all old music, rolling stones kind of thing, and Harry Styles because for a reason I know you’re obsessed with him” he pointed out as he connected his phone. 

You blinked, watching him as he started to play the first song. ‘Start Me Up’, a classic by The Rolling Stones. 

You grinned, “Thanks.” You danced slightly listening to it. “That’s abnormally nice coming from you.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Dunno, it seems nicer than usual,” you chuckled.

“I’ll punch you in the face if that’s what you want,” he joked as he dedicated a smirk to you. 

You laughed, and you knew this was risky. Whenever Tom was pulling this kind of stuff it meant risk, and it meant trouble and it meant he was probably trying to hurt you. But you couldn’t help but dance and laugh with him, you even were leaning against him at some point, he’d given you some of the sauce to try and you’d given him cookie dough. 

It was fun, and it was nice, even. You were joking around stupid things about your childhood, and then talking about silly stuff on set or barely anything. Maybe it was the wine but you hadn’t fought about anything. Or not… in a real way, you’d thrown some flour at him playfully, and he’d nudged you. At some point he’d accidentally spilled wine on his t-shirt and he found it as an excuse to stay shirtless. Of course you’d offered him a t-shirt but he’d said he didn’t want to wear a t-shirt that had probably belonged to Timothée. Honestly you hadn’t complained. 

And the second bottle of wine was opened just before you’d placed the cookies in the oven. 

“I know for a fact, that your favorite movie is probably Pulp Fiction or something any other film a film student would say,” Tom said as he was plating the pasta. 

“It’s not.” You laughed. 

“What is it? The Godfather? Fight club?” 

“No.” 

“What?” He seemed in such a state of shock as he stared at you. “Oh okay… 80’s more type of movies right?” 

You scrunch your nose, as you set the table. “Well.” 

“The breakfast club?”

“No, it’s actually Princess Diaries 2,” you corrected him as you sipped your wine, you could tell you were happier. 

“Wait, what?” He chuckled. “I do remember you were obsessed with that movie but—wouldn’t expect it to be your favourite.” 

“It’s amazing!” You declared. “It’s got Anne Hathaway, Julie Andrews. References to Pretty Woman… it’s perfect! And it’s got Chris Pine, and I mean… The whole enemies to lovers trope.” 

“Enemies to lovers huh,” he laughed. “But what about the cinematography? I thought you were pretentious.” 

You frowned. “Pretentious?” 

He squeezed his eyes shut. “Yeah, I dunno. I once heard you drunkenly rant about Birdman for 30 minutes,” he pointed out. 

“Oh who wouldn't.” 

“I just…” He laughed as he sat across you. “Well, enjoy, I hope I’m not that bad of a cook.” 

“Cheers, then, to hating each other,” you laughed as you raised your glass. 

“To being enemies,” he added before he clicked the glasses together. 

You both started eating and you actually did compliment him on his cooking. He wasn’t a chef but it was nice. At some point, cliche enough, you’d both reach for the cheese, brushing each others hand.

“Don’t you think it’s amazing that we’ve known each other for so long yet we are strangers?” You asked as you tilted your glass just slightly. 

“We are not strangers,” he frowned. 

“What’s my favourite color?” You questioned. 

“I actually know this one,” he snickered. “Uh… it was whatever colour the sky is, either sunset orange, or breakdown pink… that lilac dawn,” he listed. 

You blinked. “I… well.”

“Am I wrong?”He smirked as you watched him. “You’ve always been so poetic, y/n. So it’s that... the colour of the sky and... yellow in flowers, they make you happy.” He cleared his throat. 

You looked away. “Used to make me happy, now they’re just…. But um,” you sipped your wine instead. “Well, yours is blue, but black for clothes.” 

“I’m simple.” 

Honestly, you didn’t understand what was going on, it seemed irrational, and the whole night didn’t make any sense, talking about nonsense, movies, random things. But then, you were laughing on your couch just after taking out the cookies from the oven. You’d ate a few of the cookies as you had your legs on top of him. 

“Alright, but that scene in Risky Business,” you laughed, drunkenly. “Like, it’s one of the best things that ever happened.” 

“You're only saying that because you have a crush on Tom Cruise,” he laughed, as he searched for his phone. “Let’s watch it.”

He searched it up on YouTube and you leaned against his shoulder to watch it. You mouthed and moved your shoulders to the song. 

“I should try and recreate it,” he pointed out. 

You both stayed quiet but then actually looked at each other. A smirk appeared on both of you. 

 “Do you have… do you hic, have like an old shirt? One of yours, the big ones you like to use?” He asked. 

You rushed to your room as you searched for an old big dress shirt that could fit him, and then gave it to him. “We’re doing this.” 

And without further ado, he stripped into his boxers and somehow managed to put on your shirt. He laughed. 

“I need more wine before I do this, I look ridiculous,” he admitted as he downed his glass. “Alright, what’s… what’s the song?” 

“Old Time Rock and Roll, Bob Seger,” you told him as you searched for it, giggling. 

“Tom laughed. “Wait wait, okay,” he couldn’t stop laughing. “But you’re doing this after me.” 

“No,” you laughed. “Now, go on.” 

“We need… we need to record this,” he picked up his phone, as he pointed the camera at you. “Y/N here dared me to-” 

“I didn’t dare you,” you laughed. “You wanted to do this on your own.” 

“Fine, alright,” he laughed. “Um.. we will try and recreate-” 

“We?” You interrupted. 

“Sh, y/n shh… I’m… I’m gonna try and recreate the Risky Business scene,” he continued. “Now, okay, I’m going to…” He laughed to himself. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this, alright, alright I’m going to...Play the music, darling, will you?” 

And the first notes hit in, and he rushed as he tried to slide in, failing as he only slid his way down to the floor, face falling flat. You couldn’t help but burst out in laughter, as Tom groaned on the floor. The song kept playing. 

“Are you…” You couldn’t stop your laughter. “Are you okay?” 

“Yes,” he sat up. “Alright, yes, yes I’m okay, man I shouldn’t be doing this… If I get hurt and I’m not able to film…” 

You giggled. “C’mon, you’ll be fine.” 

“Alright… You’re still recording?” 

“Of course.” 

He chuckled. “Your floor is too slippery…” he stood up and then sighed. “Attempt number two.”

“Okay….” You tried to hold your giggles as you replayed the song. And he slid again but now he slid too far and couldn’t stop. “You suck, Holland.” 

“Shut up, y/l/n,” he chuckled. “No wait, I think… I know how to do it.” 

“Another one?” You frowned. 

“Yes, yes,” he laughed. “Man, your shirt feels tight,” he mentioned as he then proceeded to get back. “Okay, okay, I’m ready… wait I need… this,” he picked up a long and thin flower pot. “The mic.” 

You grinned. “Good, now…” you laughed as you replayed the song. 

But he finally slid like he was supposed to, and when the note hit he started to dance, you laughed throwing your head back as he tried to do his best impression of Tom Cruise. 

He smirked as he danced his way towards you, moving his hips and over exaggerating his movements, you rolled your eyes as you watched him, still recording him. He jumped to his spot right beside you, laying his head on you, the way he looked into you made your stomach stagger you with butterflies. You had to ignore this, this was only the wine. 

“So?” You swore he was about to kiss you, as he was leaning over, you pushed his face away. 

“I could do it better,” you claimed and he laughed. 

“No you couldn’t.” He frowned. 

“Yes, give me my shirt back,” you demanded as you tipsily stood up. 

He grinned, “that’s a weird way to ask for a strip tease,” he sassed. 

You rolled your eyes. “Put your shirt back on and give me my clothes I’m going to…” you couldn’t stop giggling as he had already stripped down and pulled you back To the couch, you pushed him away . “Thomas, put your pants back on, never mind I’ll go get another one.” 

He chuckled. “Why? Don’t cry, y/n.” 

“I am going to recreate that scene in risky business too, I can do it better…” you said as you downed your glass before rushing for a mother dress shirt. 

“Y/n, love you’re too drunk, you can’t handle your wine,” he joked, already back with your shirt on, but then cleared his throat as he watched you take off your clothes, and button up your dress shirt. “I’ll stop complaining.” 

“Sh, start playing the music,” you stumbled a little bit. 

“Y/n.” His drunken giggles were music to your ears. 

You laughed. “Wait, sh, you had your turn, now it’s mine alright? I need to… get in the mood.” 

“The mood?

“Tom Cruise mood, k?” You stretched as you tried to slide, practicing, almost falling down. 

“Y/N be careful,” he warned. 

“Play the music!” You ordered as you slid down but went too far. You stumbled down again, cackling up. 

He laughed, “wait wait wait, no no,” he walked over, helping you up. “Okay, no, you’re worse than me,” he placed his hands on your hips. “Look, you’ve got to push this hip—“

“You literally just failed before me,” you complained. But he placed a kiss behind your ear. 

“Sh, I’m trying to show you,” he whispered. “So you’re gonna move the hip forward and up,”he motioned as he moved your hip. “and then slide, okay?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Can I do it now?”

“Can you, love?” He mocked. 

And then you were sliding, again and again, failing until you finally got it right and danced along. To that old song, the piano notes going over and over. 

But then somehow, you were both sliding together, dancing to the song. And Tom came up with a brilliant idea, to slide together while holding each other. 

Of course, when you’re drunk a lot of things look like a great idea. The execution, of course, wasn’t ideal. 

But you did it anyway, and you fell flat to the floor, both of you, Tom on top of you. Giggling to each other of course, as the music continued and then the pain started, your ankle. 

“Are you—are you okay?” He asked between snickers. 

You chuckled. “I… I think I hurt my ankle.” 

“Really?” He looked worried as he was staring deep into your eyes. 

But you couldn’t keep your laughter. “Yes.” 

“Why are you laughing then?” He joined you as he chuckled. 

“I—I don’t know.” 

He snickered as he gradually stopped laughing, both of you running out of breath, but he really stared at you,  pushing your hair back from your face, digging his chocolate eyes into yours, as he slowly switched between your eyes and your lips. 

You were waiting for him to make a move, as you twitched your lips. He brushed his lips slightly against you just as you felt your chest tightening, everything seemed so slow. And he finally caught your lips with a hard and soft kiss, it was weird, as if his lips were kissing a petal flower but were so hungry for it. And he backed away but then kissed you more and more. Peppering with small kisses as if he knew this was wrong and he had to let go but he couldn’t get enough. 

“Tom,” you said between kisses. 

“Hm?” 

“I really hate to ruin this but my ankle seriously hurts,” you admitted. 

He sighed before giving you one last kiss, chuckling into it. “Leave it only to you, y/n,” he said. “Cmon lets get you some ice.” 

Before you even knew it he had picked you up from the ground, making you squeal; and carried you to your bedroom. He kissed you after plopping you on the bed before leaving for the kitchen. 

You hugged your pillow. Where was this going? And why didn’t you mind? 

He brought a bag full of ice but then didn’t give it to you. He stopped at your door frame and looked around at your room, it was simple. Some vinyls on the wall, and lots of cut out movie posters, and Polaroids. Many Polaroids, some even with Tom in them.“I think I’ve honestly never been here,” he pointed out before sitting on the bed beside you. He’d brought two beers. 

“You still have a lot of pictures of Timmo hanging around,”he pointed out as he finally gave you the bag of ice and the opened beer. 

“I—well,” you shrugged. “He’s important to me.” 

“He’s the only ex boyfriend hanging around,” he sassed. “Is there ever going to be another one as important that you don’t take him off the wall?” 

“I’m not ever gonna have a boyfriend again, I lost the perfect guy,”you sipped your beer. “I’m probably gonna die an old maid.”

Tom chuckled. “That’s not true, you’re a witch, remember?” He shuffled to get closer to you, both of you leaning against the wall. “You’re immortal, don’t worry, you won’t die, you’ll stay single, but you won’t die.” 

You stared at the wall. “Mm, oh to be a witch in the woods not bothered by men.” 

He giggled. “that’s a dream.” 

“Yeah, and I’m getting close to it, by not having any boyfriend.” 

“I could be your boyfriend,” he stared at you.

You burst out in laughter, but your head landed on his shoulder. “Ha, sure.” 

“Did you laugh?”

“Yes, you’re joking, people usually laugh at jokes,” you nudged him. “You’re funny.”

He faked his pride. “Am I undatable?”

“Very. And may I remind you that we despise each other?” You recalled as you chuckled. You were drunk, very, very drunk. 

“Ah, minor details,” he laughed as he lifted your chin, “Wait am I really undatable?” 

“Yes.” 

“Or is it only our history?” He questioned. 

You pushed him away and shrugged. “You’re undatable and we have way too much history,” you stretched. 

He shifted to sit in front of you. “Okay, let’s put it this way, imagine if someone set us up... we don’t know each other  and I showed up at your door.” 

You wrinkled your nose. “Uh-huh, yeah, no, hard pass.” 

He frowned. “Really? Am I not boyfriend material?”

“No.” 

“What material am I then?” He laughed. 

“Punching bag material.” 

He rolled his eyes. “But no, okay okay, really, picture it.” 

You scoffed. “Oh, cmon Tom.” 

“I’d show up at your door with yellow flowers,” he trailed off. 

You looked away. “Yellow flowers.” 

“Yes, and I’d take you-“

“To a fancy restaurant? Hard pass.” 

He licked his lips. “You haven’t even let me finish.” 

“But I know you.” 

He shuffled closer. “No, I’d probably take you to a train ride.” 

“A train ride?”

“Ya, all that sceneric shit you like.” He was playing with your hand. 

“But wasn’t this a blind date? How would you know I like that?”

“You think I wouldn’t ask about you? And please I would’ve stalked your Instagram,” he pointed out. 

“And you’d still showed up? Hmm I had stalked your Instagram I would’ve passed.” 

“Really?” He looked hurt. 

You smiled at him. “No.”

He blushed but then cleared his throat. “but then for our second date…”

“Oh, we are having a second date?” 

“Of course.” 

“But we were meant to hate each other,” you laughed. 

“Yes, true but you don’t show your true self on the first date so we wouldn’t fight until the third or fourth,” he commented as he was now walking his fingers up your arm. 

He shifted back next to you, and your head landed back on his shoulder as you played with his hands. “So where would you take me on the second date?”

He kissed the top of your head. “Stargazing.” 

You shook your head. “Hmm no, that’s more of a third date kind of thing.” 

“Hmm museum then? Yes... And we’d probably make out there.”

You laughed. “Why is that?” 

He chuckled,sipping his beer. “I’m 78% sure art turns you on.” 

You laughed. “That’s oddly specific”

“Yes, I need to confirm it but I have evidence to support that,” he laughed. 

“What’s that evidence?”

He smirked. “I turn you on and I’m art,” he lifted your chin and brushed your lips with his thumb. 

You glared at him. “You don’t turn me on.”

“Sh, we are planning our dates here,” he pecked your lips. “So third date?”

“The stargazing thing and that would be my idea… Maybe a picnic in the dark, we could fly a kite at sunset.”  

“Fly a kite?” He frowned. 

“Yes, that’s so romantic,” you laughed. 

“As long as I recall last time we did fly a kite I was the opposite of romantic,” he scoffed. 

“You ripped my kite.” 

“It was an accident.” 

You chuckled. “You were an accident.” 

“Maybe the kite flying would make us realize that we hate each other,” he sighed.

“Too bad, we won’t get to the stargazing,” you mentioned.

“Who knows maybe we do, we start fighting and we keep fighting that the sun fades out and before we know it we’re fighting under the stars,” he chanted. 

“Aren’t you romantic,” you rolled your eyes. 

He turned to you.  “Why do you hate me?”

“Hm?”

“I—I don’t understand why we hate each other,” he whispered. 

You looked at him. “Because I’m always waiting for the next time you’re going to hurt me.”

“What?”

“I… look at this dynamic alright? It’s not like we haven’t had this before,” you started, as you turned to him. “This whole… thing.”

He stayed quiet. 

“Think about it, we’ve been alone like this and everything goes… decent, whatever that means. And we’ve…” you cleared your throat. “And… I simply wait for you to give me the cold shoulder again, and then… just wait for you to find a way to break my heart again.” 

He didn’t say anything. 

“And it’ll be like my teenage years again,” you didn’t know why you were telling him this. 

“What about—?”

You let out a soft chuckle. “I was in love with you.”

He sipped his beer. “Terrible decision.” 

“Ha, yeah. But hey. I was inexperienced, didn’t know better, and you simply…” you trailed off. “I mean I didn’t like you when we were children… but you were the… you were the first person I ever fell in love with…”

Tom frowned. “Really?”

You closed your eyes. “God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. It’s like I’m giving you the weapons to hurt me, and then telling you where exactly to wound.” 

“I won’t…”

“But… I guess you made me hate you. I didn’t want to hate you. All those years growing up, I was annoyed by you, you were this… kid with lots of energy and with barely any boundaries and then… it didn’t bother me you know? Little did I know it was tearing me apart. And then… you broke my heart, and you knew you were breaking it, and I’m not talking about when we were kids, I’m…it’s stupid okay, but you knew it didn’t you?” 

Tom took your hand in his. “I—“

“So that’s why I hate you,” you admitted. “Because you know all my weaknesses and you use them against me.” You gulped. “So the real question here is, why do you hate me?”

He kissed your hand. “It’s complicated. I don’t hate you, but I do, I hate you because I know I should.”

“That doesn’t make any sense—“

He kissed you, a slow but warm kiss, you closed your eyes instantly.. You could taste the beer on his lips, his fingers were running up from your hips to your stomach, as he so delicately peppered your face with kisses, soft and slowly. You didn’t want an answer, anymore. You guessed this was his answer. 

Your own hands were busy unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing. 

*

Your hands found his stomach and travelled up to his chest. His lips rattled down to your neck, as his hands went up to your breasts, cupping them gently. You kissed his jawline as he pulled back slightly, you opened your eyes, as he was running his hands up your thighs, making you shiver. 

And the clothes were a burden, even if you were barely wearing anything for now, the dress shirts were bothering both of you. You let him take it off of you, as his lips landed on your stomach and slowly placed gentle kisses, trailing up and down. Down to the edge of your hips, and up to your collarbones as if he was trying to map out your body, with his hands delicately pushing against your thighs. His warm breath made you squirm again and he only looked up with a grin. 

His fingers teased the edge of your underwear, pressing his lips on top of it. He looked up at you, caramel eyes filled with lust… but sweetness. He traveled down to your inner thighs, brushing his lips against them, his warm breath making your core shiver. 

“I hate you,” you moaned, making him chuckle as he only made your core tremble. 

“don’t cry y/n,” he said before placing a kiss to the fabric covering your sex, already soaking wet. You let out a moan, throwing your head back. He slipped his fingers past the fabric and pressed the core just lightly. 

“Tom,” you shut your eyes closed. 

He ripped down  the lacy underwear next throwing it across the room, and only chuckled against you, you tried to grip into the blanket as he opened up your legs more. 

“You’re gonna hate me more, but you already ate something I cooked,” he assured before he ran his fingers up through your folds.

“Thomas,” you whined in protest. 

He chuckled before leaving a soft trail of kisses on your heat but avoiding where you needed him the most.

You tried to close your legs trying to get any type of pressure, but he kept them open.  He licked his lips before finally placing a soft kiss to your clit, you let out a moan. 

“T-Tom,” you could barely say it as he continued to lick around the sensitive nub in slow motion, as his fingers were slipping in through your folds. You ran out of breath as he curled up his fingers inside you. 

Your stomach tightened with pleasure as you continued to moan his name out loud. 

Your hand went down to tug his hair, and you swore you could feel his smirk against your heat. But he continued, up and down, in circles. In and out. And you were close and he knew it, so he went in faster and harder. 

“Come for me, darling,” he ordered and his name fell out of your mouth again in breathless gasps, as you came all over him. 

You had to catch your breath as you came down from your high. 

 But he climbed back up with sloppy kisses. And you cupped his face, running your fingers down his hair and crushing your lips against his. 

You pushed him back, sitting up so you’d finally be able to push back his shirt, and finally wrapping your legs around him. His hands clumsily ran behind your back as you kissed and sucked on his neck biting slightly, his hands finally managed to unhook your bra as you pulled back, you cupped his face again, staring into him. 

His sloppy kisses found a sweet spot on your neck his hands went down to knead your ass, and he moved your hips, rocking into you. Your finger traced down his toned muscles as you felt you were running out of breath, as you slipped your hands into his underwear cupping his hard length. You caressed it but he pushed you back into the bed, pushing your head against your pillow as he grinned and squirmed. His hands wrapping your waist as you helped him pull down his own underwear, his cock hitting his stomach. 

“I need to be in you, y/n,” he admitted as he positioned himself in between your legs, rubbing the tip against your folds. You reached for your drawer this time, knowing damn well you had some spare condoms from when you were dating Tim. You wrapped the condom around him, and he teased you again. 

He didn’t even warn you before in a single rough movement, he thrusted into you, he squeezed his eyes shut as his body curved into you. You were still recovering from your own high as he started pulling in and out, you rocked your hips against him, helping you get your own friction as he thrusted in slowly and steadily but roughly. Your nails dug into his skin, as your lips found a sweet spot on his neck. Sweat dropped down his face as he connected his lips back to yours. 

He bucked his hips to meet yours as he was moaning your name. You didn’t know how long it took him but you were so invested in his lips, as he arched his back, quickening up his movements to reach his own high. Your hands exploring down his body, and kneading his ass, the friction against your core building up your second orgasm,reaching your high even with more pleasure.. Before you knew it he had yelled out your name and squirmed his high, filling you up as you . 

*

He pulled out but kept kissing your neck, not even needing to catch his breath, as his hands walked down your body. 

But his lips landed back on yours and then he stared at you. You were panting as you pushed his hair back. 

You wouldn’t have been ready for what he asked you next even if they’d warn you. 

And you… feared it again. 

Because he was poisonous. No. He was like that song that you fell in love with and you loved listening to it, over and over, until it eventually bothered you because it was overplayed. It got old. But one day, without you noticing, it played on the radio and you realized that you were falling in love with it all over again.

“What are we, y/n?” He asked as he nuzzled against your neck, placing soft kisses against it. You reached out for the blanket to cover both of you. 

“Mmh?”

He cleared his throat. “I mean… this whole thing we’ve got going on?”

“Don’t know, didn’t expect to end here.” 

He gulped. “Neither did I”

You say up just slightly and turned to him. “But does this need a name? Can’t we just… not”

“Cmon, it’s not that complicated, I just need to know what you think we are, so we are both on the same page,” he reached out to push your hair back. 

“Why would you need that?”

He shrugged. “So I know where my boundaries are, what’s the name of this game?”

You bit your lip. “I’d say we are...Enemies with benefits.”

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[bitchiha]

✎Teaching The Brat A Lesson (Shikamaru x Reader)

Request: I accidentally deleted the initial ask, but it was something simple and along the lines of public sex with Shikamaru.

Summary: You’ve always acted like a brat when you didn’t get your way, but when you take it too far your boyfriend has to teach you a lesson you’ve somehow forgotten.

Warnings: literally just whore knee nsfw, public sex, degrading?? embarrassement?? Brat taming 10000%, Also very fucking whore knee reader and very long?? Or longer than what I usually write. SEMI PROOFREAD IM SORRY!!

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You had been teasing him all day.

He should have figured it out the minute you stepped outside your apartment in his favourite skirt. The black fabric hugged tight on your body, showing off your perfect legs...

Or maybe he should have realized it when you bent down on the way to the restaurant, adjusting your shoe strap. Your back arched as you bent down, enough to perk your ass up right infront of him, the impossibly short fabric of your skirt riding up enough to give him a little preview of what you were wearing underneath — his favourite panties, the emerald lace ones.

More of your teasing ensued until there was an uncomfortable tent in poor Shikamarus pants, forcing him to take off his jacket and hold it low to his chest in attempt to conceal the ordeal. He refused to let you see just how much you were getting to him, but by the smug look on your face you already knew.

You thought that you won, too. That he was going to go ahead and let you have your way. That he was going to fuck you in the bathroom of the restaurant or just take you home and have his way with you. So when he opened the door to diner with a face of false relaxation, you stomped your foot almost child-like. Give in, give in, give in, lord why won’t be give in! He ignored your stomping and walked into the restaurant, looking as unbothered as usual, asking the hostess casually for a table for two.

He was never one to give in to your bratty tendencies, and today wasn’t going to be any different. But you’ve just been such an entitled thing today — more than usual. First, you didn’t want to go to the restaurant with him, begging to be fucked instead and you whined miserably over the phone when he refused. He wanted to take his girl out for once. You whined at his refusal, a dinner date would have been nice if he hadn’t just come back from a week long mission. You didn’t care for a dinner anymore, you only cared for him being between your legs. Then you hung up with a pout. Shikamaru wanted to kick himself for not fixing your ass right when got to your apartment. Instead, he walked straight into your trap and the only option he had left was to remind you who was in charge, as you clearly seem to have forgotten since the last time...

Letting an annoyed huff slip from your lips, you followed the waiter to your booth. Shikamaru trailed behind you with a hand in his pocket while the other carried his coat infront of him. The restaurant was dimly lit and you had a table in an empty corner of the space. It was a Monday night so there was few people in the restaurant, not that you noticed. You didn’t really care to notice anything but your own aching core. Miserably, you began to step toward the seat opposite your boyfriend, the waiter disappearing after setting the menus down.

You didn’t wait for the waiter to fully leave before you stuck your tongue out at Shikamaru. Causing the waiter to snicker a little. Your boyfriends eyebrow twitched in annoyance, that was the last straw. Before you could make any further move to sit down, he reached for your arm, tugging you harshly away from the seat opposite him. “Nu-uh.” Shikamaru scolded, grabbing you and pulling you down next to him in the booth. You gasped slightly, allowing him drag you down — thighs burning as their bare flesh slid against the sleek wood of the bench, making a loud squeak in protest, “where do you think you’re going?” He asked with a falsely sweet tone, hand still gripping your arm. The burning sensation on your thighs quickly moved towards your core at his sudden change in attitude — you had finally pissed him off enough.

A lick of heat brushed against your earlobe as he leaned closer to you, slipping you out of your thoughts as his voice whispered lowly into your ear. “Such a fucking tease, that’s what you are. Thought you could get away with that?” He reached for your hand, removing the jacket from his lap and placing your warm palm over his previously hidden erection. Your mouth opened slightly at the contact and he pressed your hand down firmly. Your soft hand was so inviting Shikamaru almost moaned right then and there, but this wasn’t about him — not yet at least.

You started to grow impatient as he simply held your hand down, teasing you. Pouting you tried to palm eagerly at his dick, but Shikamaru had a firm grip on your hand, preventing you from moving it. Desperately In need of some release you rubbed your thighs together — trying to relieve some tension from your body. You didn’t care that you were in a public space, and you wanted to sob miserably when your boyfriends hand instantly came down to stop the action with an annoyed scoff. You weren’t listening to him, so he repeated his previously ignored question a bit forcefully. “Think you could get away with all that? With giving me one of these in the middle of the fucking village?” His pressed your hand harder onto his clothed dick, mouth still hovering over your ear.

His tone was gruff, angry and frustratingly familiar. It was tone he used when you had gone too far the last time. You remembered what happened to you — face pressed into the mattress with tears streaming down your cheeks. Shikamaru above you and refusing to let you cum, ignoring your pleas completely... Your hips jerked up into the air a little at the memory, god, you were really in for it now. You hated when he didn’t listen to you and when he punished you like that, you hated not being allowed to cum when you wanted to, but it seemed as though you had willfully skipped right down that road tonight, wihout paying so much as a thought to the consequences.

“S-Shikamaru..” You fumbled to form a coherent sentence, a snide remark, something, anything.. but your brain was fogging up from the memory of the last time you had got him pissed of like this and the only thing you could say was his name — that and incoherent rambles. It made him laugh. For fucks sake, he hadn’t even done anything to you yet and you were already this far gone.

He was enjoying the mess you were making of yourself, he really was. In fact it took every ounce of remaining patience in his body to refrain from giving into you. Seeing you like this, with your hand so willingly around his clothed cock and your face flushed red with need in the middle of goddamn fucking restaurant made him want to take you home and fix you up real nice. But he knew he shouldn’t, if he did you wouldn’t learn your lesson and you’d just pull this stunt again, you needed to learn. Before he could open his mouth again you had managed to form a sentence.

“Please.. please.. I need you to make you feel good! Just take me home — let’s go home, Shika..” You begged, still ignoring his question, turning your head to try and face him, but his mouth was still pressed up against your ear.

You were so persistent, so selfish that you kept squirming and trying to relieve yourself in any way possible. Shikamaru was more than grateful that the restaurant was nearly empty and the waitress still hadnt come by, if they did they would have seen his girlfriend practically grinding herself down on the bench. “God, you’re acting like a fucking bitch in heat, y/n. Wait till we go home.” He snarled, grip tightening on your body.

“Shikamaru,” you whined again, unhappy with his answer you shook your head, “take me to the bathroom and have your way with me..” he scowled, feeling his cock twitch at your desperate begging, you could feel it under your palm. Did you ever shut up?

He shoved your hand off his cock, before grabbing the menu and shoving it at you, waiting for you to pick it up, but you just pouted. “Take it. You’re gonna order for us, you fucking brat.” You whined again at his name for you, but pricked the menu from his hands obediently. You’d been to this restaurant so many times before that you already knew what you wanted. Did he really think making you order the food was going to be a challenge? You quickly moved an arm to make the waiter come over.

You were so confident when you turned to call the waiter, so fucking smug you were gonna get your way that Shikamaru had to stifle a laugh. God were you too horny to remember Shikamaru was your boyfriend, since when did he ever make thing this easy for you, especially after the way you’d been behaving?

“Y/n, y/n.. When would I ever make things this easy for you?” But before you could really understand what those words meant, you felt one of his hands push your ass closer to the edge of the bench resulting in another searing sensation on your thighs. You did your best to ignore him as you successfully grabbed the attention of a waiter, your face twisting in satisfaction, but boy was it going to be short lived.

Just as you were about to turn your head and give Shikamaru a triumphant look, maybe stick your tongue out again too, you felt his hand creep past your skirt and up to your skimpy panties, wasting no time to push the fabric aside and plunge two fingers right into your pussy. The very sudden intrusion made you gasp, choking on air as the waiter finally arrived at the table.

Your boyfriend relished in watching you stumble over your words as you attempted to place your order. Shikamarus fingers concealed beneath the table as he worked at you. At first he kept the pace of his fingers slow — because you were a stuttering mess even at that pace — but as soon as you managed to adjust and say something coherent he would curl them again, sending you into a stuttering once more.

“Sorry,” Shikamaru apologized to the confused waiter with a dramatic sigh, “she’s just so shy. Cant say a single thing to a stranger save her life. It’s cute she wanted to try and order for us though, isn’t it?” He posed the question to no one in particular, despite the waiters presence. Shikamaru was only half paying attention to the sever, his eyes trained on your face as he watched you writhing.

The waiter nodded politely and you felt your face burn more than it already was. It was such a bold faced lie, you were never shy. Especially after how confident you looked calling the waiter over a few minutes ago, it seemed like such a hard thing to believe. And not to mention you were regulars at the damn place, they knew just how obnoxious you could be. God, the whole village knew. But having Shikamarus digits pumping into you right now had made you do a full 180. The show continued a bit longer than Shikamaru expected, afterall he figured you were a smart girl and he knew you would find a way around the issue, but your brain was in shambles as a result of what he was doing to you. So it took you a little longer to wiggle out of his own trap, laying the menu flat and just pointing at what you wanted — however even that proved to be difficult with your vision all blurred.

“Ah,” Shikamaru chided as the waiter scribbled down everything you pointed at (you gave up and just started pointing at random things), “giving up so soon? Well.. At least you tried.” He sighed playfully as the waiter finished and hurried off to place the order, wanting to escape your odd behaviour.

Once the waiter was completely out of sight, Shikamarus pace let up a bit and you managed to say your boyfriends name clearly. Your intent was to have the words come out in an angry tone, but instead they came out as a needy whine. Your hands moving to grip onto your thighs, nails digging in to give you some more desperate relief.

He refused to stop, returning to his ruthless pace, his fingers scissoring now at a pace impossibly faster than before. His thumb moved to rub furiously at your clit. You leaned down as your orgasm began to approach, feeling that familiar heat in the pit of your stomach. Shikamaru could see a little bit of drool about to pool out of your mouth and it only fueled for him to go faster. You were a good girl when it came to staying quiet, but the pleasure you were experiencing now made it quite difficult to stifle your noises. It was too exciting and nerve wracking at the same time. Little whimpers slipped out of your mouth, but they were masked by your hand. To any other table in the restaurant it almost looked like you were just innocently stifling a giggle.

He could feel your walls clenching around his digits and he suddenly halted their movements. You turned your head to look at him in shock, eyes blown with lust and eager for a release. The only thing your muddled brain could manage to do was make a confused noise of protest.

He laughed, savouring the sight of you squirming against the booth. “Did you forget, y/n? This is a punishment not a reward. You’d be stupid to expect I’d let you enjoy yourself.” The pace of his fingers grew tantalizingly slow in comparison to the speed they were ravishing you with seconds before, his thumb retracting from your clit. For a second you thought about just grinding yourself down on them until you came, but you knew that would only make the situation worse for you.

So you did your best to take it, hoping he would quicken the pace again if you were good. God, you were so close to cumming, his fingers were all you could think about, but as quick as they were plunged in was as quick as they left. He pulled them out completely, with a little lewd noise following suit as they left your wetness, leaving you unbearably empty. He brought the digits out discreetly from under the table. Wiping them off on a napkin. The actions stinging your eyes, so much so that tears flowed down your cheeks, why did he stop? and more importantly, why didn’t he lick you off his fingers instead of wipe them off?

He noticed the tears brimming your cheeks and stared at you disapprovingly, “Don’t you dare cry, y/n, you did this to yourself. Wipe your tears away.” You reached up to wipe them off your face with a quiet sob, having no energy left to disobey. He felt the strain of his cock through his pants at the sight of your watery eyes and the sound of the little whines leaving your mouth. He did this to you, he made you this desperate mess. His cock was becoming too much for him to ignore, he grabbed your wrist away from your face and forced it against his dick again, your damp tears mixing with the pre cum of the fabric of his pants.

“Finish what you started and maybe, just maybe I’ll let you cum. Only if you help me like a good girl.” You nodded eagerly with a sniffle as he planted your hand on his clothed bulge and you immediately set to work. You choked a little on your spit as you wiped the corner of your mouth with your other hand, a hiccup leaving your lips as you worked at him. You could see a dark spot on his pants as you began pumping at him faster. He managed to slide himself a bit farther down the table to further disguise your actions as you continued.

He was going to cum fast. Afterall he had been rock hard most of the walk through the village and had been in need of a release since. Not to mention the fact that he had just fingered you in front of a waiter, turning him on even more and of course your brattiness never failed to get him going either.

You watched his face, his head leaning back against the bench as you felt him twitch more and more under your palm. He was close and you continued working at him, the stimulation of the fabric of his clothes helping him over the edge. He came with a loud groan that he covered up with a cough. Your faces reddening as you felt a table turn its attention to you for a split second, before returning to their own conversation. You continued to pump at him, you were being a good girl right? Helping him ride his orgasm out, he would for sure help you cum next, right?

As he finally came down from his high, he shoved your hand off his cock lazily, gathering his composure again. Now that his own need was taken care of it was much easier to punish you. He straightened up, ignoring your expectant gaze as he put his hands on the table casually. Your mouth dropped open at how he was seemingly ignoring your presence.

“Shika..” you whined, grabbing at his arm but he refused to let you move it. You settled for tugging at his sleeve, “Shika what about me?”

“What about you?” He said, his breathing still a little heavy as he was still coming down from his high.

“I was a good girl wasn’t I? You said if I was I could cum.”

“Well I didn’t say I would help you, now did I?” He said with a smirk, turning to watch your already flushed expression intensify. He didn’t mean that did he? Was he going to make you finish on your own?

“Shika- “

“Would you prefer I didnt let you cum at all?” You shook your head slowly, letting your hands trail extremely slowly down to your skirt as you thought over what you were about to do. You didn’t want your fingers, they weren’t nearly as good as his own... maybe if you begged-

“What? Are you shy all of the sudden?” He snickered, impatiently grabbing your hand and guiding it to your core himself, positioning your fingers so as to have your middle and pointer out while the others were bunched into a fist. With his other hand he pushed aside your underwear, allowing his hand to plunge your own into your core.

Once again, you find yourself gasping. You were still dripping from the last intrusion, making it easier for Shikamaru to guide your hand in and out of your sopping pussy. Your high didnt take to long to come either, extremely turned on by the fact that Shikamaru guiding your own fingers to fucking you senseless.

It was your turn to be worried if anyone was around, if the waiter was coming with your food, but no one was paying you two any mind. You were glad for that as Shikamaru was no longer being very discreet with the movements of his arms and your lip was most definitely bleeding from how hard you tried to stifle your noises.

You came with a loud “hrmph,” your teeth crushing brutally on your lip preventing the full noise to come out. You felt your pussy clenching around your fingers as Shikamaru finally let his hand go, leaving yours limp in your hole, lazily riding out your orgasm on your own. You were drained, processing what just happened as you pulled your fingers out carefully. Shikamaru took your hand and wiped it off on a napkin before dropping it, letting your arm fall against the table as you tried to gather yourself.

Before you really could, the smell of food wafted to your nose and Shikamaru smirked, the waiter placing more dishes down than the two of you could possibly eat on your own. You couldnt help but smile in hazy satisfaction at your last little jab at Shikamaru. He hadn’t paid much attention to what you were ordering when he was finger fucking you. He cursed himself for promising you over the phone that he would pay the bill.

[queenofwerewolves]

Future Hope - chapter 1.5 - Practice Makes Perfect

Our heroes didnt get their powers and knew from night to day how to manage them, especially those who had physical changes to their body. Our soon-to-be heroes were all reunited in Maria's house, they had planed to spend the afternoon practing and exploring their new limits and abilities, all helping eitch other.

They decided since Griff had the biggest change, they would focus on him first. At the moment they were out in backyard, eitch one giving suggestions on what to begin first.

"Pick us all up at once with your new muscles!" Said Muffin excitedly. "That's still too light! Pick us all up plus Maria's car" Said Spike, chewing once again on a bubblegum.

"You all leave Hellride out of this!" Maria responded angrily. "That car was expensive as fuck and I refuse to go back to a life of Ubers!" She crossed her arms, indignified.

"You named your car?" Kip answered from high up a tree branch, as cats do. "I name all my belongings, what of it?" Maria answered. "And they're all cool names, too".

"Hellride? Really?" Spiked scoffed. "Because she rides fast as Hell! Look can we get back on track and find something for Griff to test his strenght?!" Maria answered nervously with a touch of embarrassment.

"Unless we find an Indiana Jones boulder for him to spin on his finger like a damn basketball we arent gonna get any damn progress!" Spike shouted back.

Maria sighed and shook her head. "I hate it when you have a point.." Griff nervously scratched the back of his head. "There must be something we can do.." He quietly mumbled out.

"I got it!" Muffin shouted, they all turned to face her. "I forgot Im a fairy! I can just poof something up!" She said excitedly. Everyone stared at her with either a confused or shocked look.

"..How... Do you FORGET that you're a fairy?!" Spike blurted out nervously. "You have fucking wings! How does one forget they have huge pink glittery wings?!"

Muffin just shrugged.

Maria smiled wide. "OK Muffin, give us something huge and heavy for Griff to use!" Muffin nodded and grabbed her wand which had a muffin on the tip. "Wand cook, beat and bake! Give us a big large and tasty cupcake!" She waved her wand and out appeared from a bunch of pink glittery smoke, a nearly two-story house tall chocolate cupcake.

"... Why a cupcake..?" Blink asked as she peeked behind her mask, in slight awe and wanting to secretly a bite out of it. "I can only make sweets!" Muffin said with a shy tone. "Im not a fighter like you guys, I only want to make people happy and eat candy!"

"That is certainly the biggest pastry I've ever seen! So large and beautiful, I bet tasty as well!" "Not to mention DIABETIC AS HELL!!! We could die from a heart attack eating that! Or worse, we could get fat! Even fatter! And become even uglier then we already are! This is too overwealming I need a nap!"

Rooko and Rooki suddenly spoke, almost taking everyone off guard on how their friend Rook is suddenly two split personalities now based on the Youtube character ENA, one is always happy while the other is always sad, and depending on the situation they can go Manic or Miserable.

"OK Griff, show us what you can do!" Maria shouted excitedly. Without missing a second, Griff bent over and gripped the edge of the massive cupcake, after struggling a bit he slowly but surely, lifted the entire thing over his head, smiling proudly.

His friends cheered and applauded proudly. Feeling satisfied, he dropped the cupcake and dusted the chocolate crumbs off his hands and fur. "Yokusei!" He shouted, and with a naruto-like smoke poof, he turned back to his human self. Maria ran and hugged him tightly, which Griff embraced and hugged back with a slight twirl.

"Griff you were amazing!!" Maria said with a proud tone, Griff slightly blushed pink at the small punk girl and her excitement. "Oh shucks, it was nothing.." He said with a shy tone.

"Well, and seems we concluded Griffin's training." Togekiss said as they took a sip of tea. "He jump twice as high as a two-story house, his punches and kicks can knock down brick walls and possibly more if we werent limited on objects to test it with, he can hear twice as much then a dog could with his ears, and his sense of smell is impecable. Truly Griff is a strong asset to our team."

"I can only train my powers at night.." Said Spooks, holding an umbrella to protect her from the sun, now that it injures her. "Muffin's power is only sweet making. Togekiss has exceptional I.Q and can see simulations in the future like Garnet in Steven Universe, along with their strong telekenisis, and Kip simply draws whatever she desires, whether alive or not and it becomes a reality... That means it's Rook's turn to show us what she can do" She finished.

"Wonderful! It's our time to shine!" "I-I-I not ready! Everyone's gonna laugh at us! I-I might piss myself in fear!" "Oh pull yourself together dear! Our friends wont laugh at us!" "How do we know that?! They're just waiting to correct us on a dumb mistake!!!"

Rook's body shook and twitched as her eyes turned to static, suddenly her entire eyes turned black with a blue iris, she turned Miserable.

"They're gonna laugh and point at our foolish selves, we're gonna be so embarrassed that we'll wish that the Earth will swallow us whole and just fucking kill us now!! Go ahead! Laugh at us and our misfortune!!!"

"ooh shit" Maria said. "can someone calm her down?"

Rook's eyes change to regular as her Miserable side went away. "No need my good Queen! We are completly fine! Now prepare to be dazzled as we show you all what we can do!" q

Rook pulled out a harry potter-like wooden wand, waved it around. "Bloom and Blossom and protect who I love! Rise my pretties, rise high and above!" Rooki shot an orange light at the grass, which made dozens of flowers bloom and grow around Spike and Blink.

"This is only one of my tricks! It's a shield that protects them from almost anything! My main weakness is fire, because while plants are beautiful, they are also sadly very, very flammable"

"Cool." Said Spike before using his bat to aggressivly hit the flowers and the vines aside so he and Blink could leave.

"M-M-My turn I guess!" Rook took hold of the wand and waved it in circles. "Razzle Dazzle Shine and Show, make their body move it low!" Rooko shot a blue light at Spooks, which made unwillingly and uncontrolably start dancing and as the spell said, make her go low.

"O-OH GOD SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP I DONT LIKE HOW MY BUTT IS MOVING THIS MUCH!!" She shouted in desperation as she made a split and moved it even lower.

"M-My deal is with music! I-It works as a way of distraction o-or hypnosis and it lasts for 30 minutes un-le-less I say otherwise! I-I know it's a sucky power!"

"OK COOL CAN I STOP DANCING PLEASE IM GETTING A CRAMP!!!" Yelled Spooks, practically begging. Rooko flicked her wand and Spooks fell on the ground, panting. "OH MY POOR HAMSTRINGS THEY ACHE!!" She yelled in utter pain, meanwhile Maria and Spike were absolutely losing it.

"O-OH GOD MY STOMACH HURTS-" Said Spike in between laughter.

"OK you guys cool it" Said Blink. "It's our turn to practice now. We're the only ones who use regular weapons." She said drawing her sword and positioning her mask back in place.

"O-OK! OK!" Maria said getting up, she pulled out a small staff and whipped it, making it stretch out wide into a full, large red and black scythe, with a rose print on the blade. Spike spun his bat and spat his gum out.

"So. Who's ass Im kicking first?" Said Spike. "Wait on second thought this might be unfair." Said Blink. "Me and Maria had blades while Spike has a bat, maybe we should-"

Before she could finish, Spike swung his bat and hit Blink sword, knocking it out of her hand before kicking her back at the ground. Blink fell back hard before she could even process what happen, dumbfounded but angry, she snarled. "Oh it's on now Motherfucker." She extended her hand and the sword flew back to her hand, as she charged towards Spike, who moved out of the way as soon as Blink swung her sword, which if he hadnt been for Maria's scythe, would have sliced her right up.

"Dude! Chill! This is a pratice!" Maria spoke as both of their blades were against eitch other. Blink hopped and flipped over her and landed on a tree branch, croutching like a ninja. She put her hands together and in a small puff of smoke and disappeared. Spike and Maria were back to back, ready to counterattack Blink, what they didnt expect was for her to attack from underground.

Buring up from the dirt, she got both of them off their feet and charged after Spike, who barely managed to regain his balance before his using bat his block Blink's sword. A back and forth of clash-clings-and-clangs between metal begun, one attacking the other but eitch blocking every attack again and again.

Spike ducked a sword slash and roundhouse kick Blink's leg, which was effective since she's practically a ninja. She backflipped back on her feet and kept attacking swiftly. But a sudden scythe blade cut in between them, stopping the fight.

"That's enough!!!" Maria shouted. "You both are gonna end up hurting yourselves or eitch other! im ending it now!!"

"Oh what the hell dude?!" Blink shouted indignified. "I was about to beat him!!" "Oh please." Answered Spike. "Was that the best you could do? Sakura could do a better job kicking my ass" He scoffed. They began to argue loudly, genuinely angry at eitch other.

"THAT"S ENOUGH!!!!" Maria shouted, making them, and everyone else look at her.

"It doesnt matter would win that fight! This was a practice and not a competition!! The point of us being a team and getting powers in the first place was for all of us to make the world a better place, but the only way that can happen is if all of us work together!! As a team!!!"

They stood in silence, listening to her talk and set them straight.

"As cheesy as that sounds, it's true!! We shouldnt fight eitch other like this, you're not just my friends, we're all friends with eitch other! We all go along well and we know that, that's why I got you all together, because no one can bond better in a team then all of us together!!!"

"... She's right." Togekiss added, walking towards them. "We all started as simple individuals with free time on a website, but we all shared common interests, we grew closer.. And suddenly like that, we all became friends.. A family, if you will."

"We take care of eitch other and look out for one another." Said Spooks.

"Just like how you all did for me.. When I almost died. Almost died because of the shit and violent world we live in." Maria said.. With a slight crack in her voice.

"You're bringing in the same violence that almost killed me.. So please.. Please stop fighting.. We're all in this together.. Right..?"

Spike and Blink dropped their weapons and hugged Maria, and everyone else joined in as well.

"You're right, we're sorry Queen." Said Spike. "We got overwhealmed and we didnt mean it. We wont fight again, because you're right." Added Blink.

"We only have eitch other in this world, and if we want to change it we have to stick together, just like you said." Spike said one more time.

"And we wont let you down.. We promise.." Griff finished, with everyone agreeing with what he said.

And so they stayed for a moment, embraced within eitch other in a group hug. A family isnt perfect, there will be disagreements, but a good bond will always overcome those disagreements, and that's what they had, a good bond.

A bond that's practically unbreakable and untaintable. A bond that will soon be ready, and fight together to make the world a better place.

A bond that will the world's Future Hope..

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Mount Teaser

Warnings: Swearing, Typos

A/N: so this is the first little teaser for a small probably two part for the Cavillry School Writing Challenge. My teacher is August Walker as Truant officer. i hope you all enjoy. XXX

Please ignore any typo’s this is unbeta’d.  

You frowned at all the girls around you. All tittering and giggleing like children. Most younger than you. Stupid children. But each a terror in her own right other wise she wouldnt be here. You hated this place already, the garish pink and peach cheque short skirt and white blouse with a bow around the neck, even in year thriteen-sixth form you were required to be in uniform. Ugh. Mount Ephrame academy was a a strange institution. A huge 100 acre plot in the countryside huge caslte like building no not like hogwarts...Think Balmoral or somthing like that. Some gothic Victorian structure with almost everything you could think of dotted around the grounds stables, pool, walled garden, cloisters a fucking orangey even a small bloody lake! It was insane here once stepping out of the car you'd gone cold. Houston we have a problem! A big fucking problem! It was remote and a whole different world you felt it in the air as you'd entered the building lile you were cut off from the world. But if the ten foot grey stone wall that encompasses the grounds was anything to go by. You were. On the one hand it was an all girls boarding school. On the other? A prison. Its where the delinquents were sent. You go to a young offenders unit or if your bad enough or 'salvagable' your sent here if theres any space. It was unnerving. It pitches itself as an 'institution of learning, growth and reform' you can find yourself here from the age of eleven to twenty one the curriculum covers from your year seven SATS through gsce and higher education even some degrees!  Once you are here you are trapt untill you get the go ahead from principal Cavill untill you prove your 'good and well mannered and will contributeto society'. Your trapped despite your age, your classed as a ward of the 'school' untill he says you can leave. You thought it was illegal but no in actual fact it was like prison. Catch you teach and mold you untill you can become a functioning member of society. The school itself had a reputation of being effective but no one knows how or why. No one questions it, if its not broke dont fix it. Aslong as the students excel and come out as pristine young ladies no one cares. You looked around at the long line of portraits hanging on the walls. A gallery of the staff. Nintey percent male. One hundred percent of the gorgeous, even a few abnormal looking ones like a certain Mr...Rivia??. Eyes are not naturally that bright even for honey brown. Contacts. And he must dye his hair. You scoffed at his portrait. He tries to hard. Probably trying to cater to the younger teens newfound 'werewolf' infatuation thats popped up. Just a few years ago when you were their age 'vampires' were all the rage...As long as the sparkled. You paced the hall small heels clicking on the stone floor as you went. You'd done your research you'd been here just over two weeks and you hadnt been idle. Finding out as much as you could and yet nothing at all. The girls didnt talk much about what goeson here one did slip saying 'the mount' as they called the school was traditional in values and the way it handled things. The girl was quickly shushed by the others who turned a suspicious red colour. Other then that not much was said and you were avoided which was fine by you. You wasn't staying. You traced the picture frames slowly one by one the stunning thick men staring back at you from behind the glass, most blue eyed some a bright azure like the astrology teacher a Mr Kent crystal clear blues looking at you from behind thick framed nerd glasses. Others darker. Like a Mr Walker. Ah yes your new foe apparently. You stopped and stared at him, he looked tough but... looks can be deciving, just looke at that Rivia one for instance. No you didnt think the stoic Mr walker dyed his har or wear contact's, but you did think he was trying to seem more intimidating thennhe wpreally was. He was the Truant officer, normally in schools the truant officer is the only member of taff who can really touch you. But here things were. Different. You'd learned from the others that what happens in the mount, stays in the mount. Walker was the one all the students feared most he had a reputation for being the toughest and meanest of all the staff. It was said he was CIA and trained to kill-had killed. And that he hunts down pupils how skip class stalking them like prey before dragging them into his office and giving them hell before taking them to headmaster Cavill for a second dose. Dose of what you didnt know but apparently it was bad. Painful even. You doubted that very much. You doubted many things about this place, the reputation, the legality, the curriculum, the teachers! But most of all you doubted they would contain you. You doubted they'd manage to keep you here at this correctional institution. You'd got to your final compulsory year at school and been thrust into this place dragged kicking and screaming into its halls of residence and set to stay untill 'further notice' you were just about to turn eighteen! Just about to leave behinde the 'holier then thou teachers' and do what you wanted and???  No. The government decided you used up our chances. A few warnings from police and being expelled from a few schools were fine but apparently drinking underage and caught with class A drugs was a step to far. The courts called you a liability and shipped you off here to continue education in a 'safe structured environment' your parents were only to happy to agree, why wouldn't they be? You'd get a free education, free room and board and collage courses a free degree to if you were not 'reformed' withing the next yer or so. All they had to do was sign their rights to the school for the duration of your stay. And indoing so condemned you to stay here until your new Headmaster deemed you could leave and not a second before! But what he didnt know, what everyone around you failed to realise is that your not like the rest. your not a simpering little girl who'd be 'put in you place' by a few pretty men spouting sweet praise and stern glares. you were getting out! you just had to put a bit of work in. "Miss y/l/n/? are you okay?" you snapped your gaze away from the photo snapping out of your thougts seeing Mr Cavill the headmaster. Your jailor, he frowned as he gained on you coming to a slow stop before you chest heaving with a sigh one brow quirked waiting for an answer. "yes I'm fine" you spoke stiffly, it was no secret you didnt want to be here, you hadnt yet fallen under what ever fearful lusty haze that seemed to hang over the other students yet. he huffed shifting on his feet tucking the folders under his arm tightly tipping his head forward  eyeing you over his glasses with an almost scolding look the made you jolt. "Well you wont be if you hang around here much longer. Your skipping class young lady, and right infront of me to. Didnt you hear the bell?" he asked slowy motioning to the school bell in the corner of the hall but you kept your mouth shut chooseing not to look at him. "Right well come on off to class with you, I'll let this one pass but you'll not get another get out of jail free card. come on get out your planner i'll walk you to class we can say you got lost" he added waving his hand at you making you scowl and pull out the planner rage boiling inside of you and you looked at the classes. Block B Art with Mr Solo. you huffed as Mr Cavil turned and motioned for you to follow him. "Come along before Walker Catches you, he does not put up with this type of thing accidental or not and take it from me you dont want to get in his bad books he is not known for being merciful to the girls" he utterd you growled under your breath casting one last look to the portrait trying to commit it to memory. you didnt give a shit about the truant officer's reputation. you'd be the one to get the better of him. And you'd be the first  to get out! You'd be kicked out. You swear to god your not stayng here. You couldn't!

[brelione]

Neverland (JJ Maybank X Reader)

Warnings:Mentions of death,suicide,depression,probably a lot of spelling errors,has the possibility of making you cry. :)

This is really bad because I have not slept in 28 hours and I was bored :)

You had said over and over again from the age of 8 that all you wanted to do was go to neverland.It was right after your parents died in a drowning accident that you had become so obsessed with the idea.Neverland was the perfect place where children who simply didnt belong in the real world went to feel wanted.Neverland was where you belonged.You used to pray to any god there was that someday Peter Pan would come to your window and take you away.It never happened though.When you became friends with the pogues at age 14 you felt a bit better.You had met JJ Maybank,the boy of pure chaos and crackhead energy.He was always doing something illegal or doing something he shouldnt be.He was many things and loyal,sweet and kind were some of them.He acted like a lost boy,not caring about the consequences to his actions and living in the moment.

You would sit together on John.B’s roof and complain about life.

“You ever wonder why we’re so fucked up?”You asked.He shrugged,laying down with his arms over his chest.You tucked your hair behind your ears,looking up at the sky and staring at the second star to the right. “Hey,JJ?”You asked.He hummed,watching you stare up at the sky with a sad expression.He had noticed things no one else had about you.How your eyes were always a little pink,the way your laugh was never completely genuine,the way you hid your emotions from everyone because you didnt want to overwhelm anyone.He had always gone out of his way to do nice things for you.He’d made you a bracelet with your name on it that you had worn everyday until the beads had faded and the letters were hardly there.You still wore it.

He remembered your favorite type of poptart and would steal you some when he went to a large supermarket.You had always told him not to steal from independent businesses and if he were to steal from anywhere to steal from a store that had multiple locations because it didnt matter if they lost $2.He tried to show affection,hugging you or attempting to hold your hand.You never accepted it,shrinking under his touch.He wanted you to feel loved and appreciated but no matter how he tried the message just wouldnt get through to you. “If I ever go missing,just know that I probably went to neverland.”You spoke quietly.He sat sat up,frowning. “What?”He asked.You sighed. “I dont like it here.I wanna leave.Im gonna leave eventually so when I do you’ll know where to find me.”You avoided his gaze,staring up at the star.

He scooted himself forward so he was next to you. “Why dont you like it here?”He asked.You sighed,looking at him. “I dont belong here,you know?Everything just feels wrong and I feel guilty all the time because I know I should be grateful that im alive and healthy but I just want to give up.I just fuck things up and I dont wanna do it anymore.”You mumbled,feet dangling off the edge of the roof.He went to grab your hand,sliding his warm large hand over your cold small one.You let him,your fingers curling around his hand. “You do belong here,though.You belong with the pogues and we all love you.You know we love you,right?”He asked.You shrugged. “I dont really belong with you guys.Kiara felt bad for me so she dragged me into this.You dont really love me,you’re just saying that to keep me here.”You looked up at him.

His pupils were large,lips open like he was trying to form words.He was concerned for you,having the urge to pull you away from the side of the roof.You just grinned. “Its okay to admit it,JJ.I know its true.”You smiled.He shook his head. “No.No its not.What am I gonna do when you’re in neverland?Who’s gonna stop me from stealing from independent businesses?”He asked.You just huffed. “Pope will.”You replied.He shook his head,gulping. “No,no.Pope doesnt care about that stuff like you do-you’re the only one who can stop me from stealing pop tarts.”He replied,voice squeaking a bit.You rubbed circles on his hand with your thumb. “Its okay,JJ.Everything is fine.”You spoke softly.He shook his head. “You’re really scaring me right now...please just stay here with me.Please.”He whispered.

You bit the inside of your cheek,taking your hand away from his.You hesitantly leaned forward,hugging him.Your body heat against him was calming.He was nervous to hug you back,not wanting you to pull away from him.He slowly raised his arms,pulling you closer to him. “Dont stress,JJ.Everything is okay.”You whispered.He sniffled. “I just want you to be happy...what will make you happy?”He asked,blinking away the tears.You ran your hand through his hair,your finger tips scratching his scalp lightly as you twirled your fingers. “Shhh...JJ,honey,you’ve got to calm down.”You whispered.He let out a small squeak,biting down on his lip as he rested his forehead against your shoulder. “Please dont leave...please.”He sobbed.The guilt ran through you,knowing you had caused JJ to be this upset with himself.You didnt say anything,you just continued to run your fingers through his hair.He felt his whole body heating up.His lips always got really hot and red when he cried,he didnt really know why.He moved,kissing your forehead lightly.The heat against your cool forehead made a shiver run down your spine. “JJ,look at me.”You whispered,lifting up his chin.He looked up at you,more tears falling from his eyes.He sniffled,staring into your eyes.

He leaned forward,kissing you lightly.You pulled away after a few moments,forehead still against his. “It’s three in the morning,if we want any energy tomorrow we should probably sleep.”You mumbled quietly.He frowned. “You’ll still be here when I wake up,right?”He asked.You nodded.He couldnt believe he was scared of you leaving to go to neverland.He didnt know if that was really what he was scared of though.In all honesty he was absolutely terrified you’d kill yourself or something.After that night JJ had always tried to stay close to you.He always wanted to be touching you in some way,holding your hand or having his arm around your waist.He stole you more poptarts,telling you where he’d gotten them from before you even asked.

He’d text you every morning when you two couldnt spend the day together and he’d call you at least three times a day.Everytime you didnt answer he’d feel his heart speed up anxiously.You’d always text him when you didnt answer,telling him that you were busy and that you’d call him later.Sometimes you didnt have the energy to answer his texts but he’d feel better seeing that you had at least read them.But one day you didnt answer his calls.He waited for a text from you to explain why you hadnt answered.He tried to convince himself that maybe you were in the shower or taking a nap or maybe out for a swim.He knew you werent.You’d always text him before you went out for a swim or took a shower.You always said the same thing. “Im hopping in the shower so dont get scared if I dont answer.Love you.”.He hadnt received that text yet.

He had bit his nails as he sat in the hammock. “Are you okay?You seem stressed.”Pope looked over at him.JJ gulped. “Im just scared about (Y/N).She’s not answering me and I dont know what to do.”He had explained.Kiara frowned. “Are you guys fighting?”She asked.JJ shook his head. “She hasnt read my texts and I checked when she was last active on instagram and it says three days ago.I dont wanna go to her house because I dont wanna seem clingy but she’s really starting to scare me.”He tapped his foot on the grass.Kiara nodded. “Maybe her phone is broken.”She shrugged.He shook his head. “I dont know.I have a bad feeling.”He frowned. “So lets take the boat and go check on her.”Pope sat up from the porch couch.John.B was at Sarah’s and he would understand why they were taking the boat.Pope drove,going through the water as fast as the boat allowed until they were at the dock in your backyard.

JJ hopped out,going to your back door and knocking on the wood.He tried calling again,hearing your phone ring from somewhere in the house.He reached over to the windowsill,moving the painted rock you kept there and grabbing the key.Kiara and Pope were close behind him,starting to become anxious as well.He turned the key in the door,opening it with such force that the door knob smacked against the side of your house.He walked in,calling your name.He approached your bathroom,his hands shaking as he reached for the door knob.He told himself he was being ridiculous,opening the door.He turned on the light,wincing and hoping that you werent there.You werent,but your phone was. “(Y/N)!”Kiara shouted,going into your bedroom.Your blankets and sheets were messy,pillows thrown around.The window was wide open,your dresser knocked over. “JJ!”She shouted.He sprinted through the house,catching himself on your door frame.His breath hitched in his throat.There was no way.

There was no fucking way that you had actually left.That wasnt possible.Peter Pan wasnt real.But robbers were.Maybe someone had broken into your window and kidnapped you.That theory didnt make sense either because nothing had been missing and you always kept your bedroom window locked.You promised you wouldnt leave him.Maybe you had been forced to leave.He had to figure it out.He had to have you back.

[keigosbirdie]

I don’t know if you answered a question like this but when did you fall for the Bird Man Hawks? I am curious! Also I saw your Oc some weeks ago and I just wanted to say she is so beautiful! My god why is too beautiful ahhh! Love it! Also what are some Hawks Headcanons you Like and Dislike? Sorry for bothering you.

SURPRISINGLY I HAVE NEVER GOT THIS QUESTION BEFORE AND IM VERY EXCITED TO ANSWER IT hhaha!

The first ever time I saw hawks was when me and my fainly went to watch heroes rising in theaters last February. I hadnt read the manga yet and i was mostly into BNHA because my family was. We like to all get into stuff together so i watched the show with them so i could be their role play partner and such.

When i first saw him in the movie i was like 👀 oh hi. You are --- the prettiest character Hori ever made who are you.

But then i largely forgot about him as we went back to the show and continued our UA shenanigans. I was actually super invested in Deku though! When we watched everything that was avalible of the anime, I decided, for the first time EVER, i couldnt wait for the next season to come out and I had to read the manga to find out more about what would happen to Deku and friends.

I wasnt in the fandom. I didn't have an instagram or a tumblr or anything like that- I'd never used tiktok before. So i was completely unaware and unexposed to the manga and its happenings when I jumped in. And im super glad thats how it worked out, because had i been introduced to the "fanon" version of hawks first i wouldnt have got to experiance him as organically as I did. (NOT THAT ANYTHING IS WRONG WITH FINDING HIM THROUGH FANDOM FIRST it was just so nice to get to see his story unfold with 0 idea.)

When i first saw him st the charts i was like 👀 I like u in the movie and ur still hot but kinda r UDE okay whats your deal. And then i was like W HY ARE YOU TALKING TO THE BAD GUYS AND WHO ARE YOU W H

Who are YOU REALLY

Like i was pretty much 100% invested in him from the start oof shdhjd but i didnt have a crush on him or anything. I dont get into anime much and i havent self shipped since i was like 10 so hhahdjd. I just REALLY wanted to know more about him. I fell for the bird man slow OmO he SNUCK UP ON ME. His relationship with Tokoyami was a big thing that really drew me to him for some reason. It kind of made me realize how alone he actually seemed, and I thought it was so sweet he would go out of his way for this kid. By the time the war arc began i was already really attached to him.

"This is my son and i love him look at how good he is youre doing great sweetie"

AND THEN THE SHIT WITH DABI WENT DOWN and i got to that part at 3am in bed next to my fiance and i ACTUALLY SOBBED like a little baby and it drove home how stupid attached id become to this fictional man UnU so i guess there wasnt a single moment, but a bunch of things that drew me to him. And ive only FALLEN HARDER SINCE ughhhdjf

Also ! I try not to talk /too/ much about HC that I dont like, because i know everyone has different view points and i dont want anyone to think im knocking them! But generally i really dont like when people say "hawks would be a manipulative scumbag" ighhhjjfjfjjf NO ;n; but otherwise nothing bugs me that bad ! My favorite headcanons are when people expand a lot on his bird traits 🥺

[despairofthefuture]

Despair of the Future: Prologue

Knock knock knock!

A series of knocks on the door earned Yasuhiro's attention, causing the Ultimate Clairvoyant to turn his head towards the noise. He threw his legs over the side of his bed and stretched his arms over his head before standing and walking over to his door. When he opened it, he was surprised at who was on the other side.

"Junko!" The future teller exclaimed. "H-hey! What's up?"

The Ultimate Fashionista beamed at him, flashing him a peace sign. "Yo! I'm great, Hiro! Hope I didnt bother you!"

Hiro shakes his head, standing to the side to allow Junko entry. "No, no! I was just surprised to see you! Like, no offense or anything, but I wouldve thought youd be too good to spend anytime with someone like me!"

Junko raised a brow as she walks into his room. "That sounds like if anyone were to take offense itd be you."

Hiro scrunched his eyebrows as Junko continued.

"Anyway, I stopped by cause I was wondering if you could read my future!"

The older Ultimate blinked in surprise. "Wait, really?" He asked. "No one ever takes me up on that offer!"

The fashionista shrugged, looking around the boy's room. "Eh, I think they're overreacting. I mean, most fortune tellers are lucky to get a five percent accuracy rate. The fact you have thirty percent is really impressive!" She turns to him, still grinning. "And I have something I really wanna know if it comes true!"

Hiro couldnt help but smile, happy someone finally recognized his talent. "In that case, sure! I'd be more than happy to tell your future!" He told her, going over to his desk and gathering his clairvoyant supplies. "And since you're one of my friends, and the only one to recognize how amazing my abilities are, I'll even do a reading for free! Hows that sound?"

The pig tailed girl's smile widened. "Aw, that's really sweet of you, Hiro! Thank you!"

Hiro shrugs as he sits cross legged on the floor and lays his supplies in front of him. "Ah, it's no biggie." He assures her, patting the ground in front of him to signal for her to sit as well. When she does, the fortune teller beams at her. "Alright! What do you say we start with a simple palm reading? That way I can get a good feeling for if this thing you wanna happen will come true!"

Junko nods. "Sounds good to me!" She agrees, and holds her right hand out to him, palm out.

Hiro takes her hand in his own and, taking one of them, begins tracing the inside of the girl's hand. He closes his eyes, concentrating on the lines he feels as he tries to make a connection to Junko's future.

~~~

Screaming.

Crying.

Curses.

These are the only things Yasuhiro can hear.

Blood.

The scent burns his nose, causing his eyes to tear up. The smell is overwhelming, as if he were standing in a pool of it up to his waist.

Panic rises in the clairvoyant's chest, and his head shoots around, desperate to see something, to find where he is.

He wished he hadnt.

Sayaka was propped up against the bathroom wall, a kitchen knife protruding from her stomach with blood splattered around the room, and on the idol's body.

Junko-no. That had to be Mukuro. Her telltale freckles gave it away, despite her attempt to disguise herself as her twin-impaled by spears and left lifeless on the gymnasium floor.

Leon, Hiro's closest friend, was pelted by baseballs, his body left battered, bruised and bloody tied to a pole.

Chihiro, bludgeoned by a dumbbell and tied by an extension cord.

Mondo, reduced to nothing but butter.

Taka and Hifumi, their heads caved in.

Celeste, burned to cinders.

Sakura, her own life taken by poison.

These images flooded his mind. No matter where he looked, he saw them. His friends, his classmates, the ones he cared about dearly, dead in brutal ways.

Yasuhiro clamped his hands over his mouth, feeling bile rise into his throat. Before anything could come up, he saw one last image, and this one caused his blood to run cold.

Junko, the one he was reading the future of, stood at a podium. She was proudly proclaiming how this was all her doing, how she wanted all the world to feel such despair, and how she loved watching them all kill each other to escape a world that was in ruins.

And suddenly he was back.

~~~

"Gah!" Hiro let out a scream as he gasped for air. His hand grasped at his chest as he looked around frantically. The comforting scenery of his room relaxed him slightly, and his heart slowly began beating normally again.

"Hiro? Are you alright?" Junko's voice caused Hiro to jump and look over to her. The girl had her head tilted. "What did you see?"

The clairvoyant stared at her, the images he saw before invading his mind, nearly causing him to panic again. He managed to swallow it back down. "A-ah, yeah. I-Im fine! Y-you uh, dont have to w-worry about a thing! Everything you want g-goes off without a hitch!" He told her shakily.

Junko furrowed her brow, but at his answer her face brightened. "Really?! Shit, nice!" She stood up. "I think that's all I need. Thanks so much, Hiro! You're the best!" She smiled at him and waves. "You take care now, you look like you've seen a ghost!" She giggled before opening Hiro's door and leaving.

And then Hiro was alone.

As soon as he heard the door closed, the fortune teller shot to his feet and began panicking. "W-what the hell did I just see?!" He exclaimed, pulling at his hair. "All my friends...they...they were dead! And...so brutally! And Junko..." His face paled. "...She did that. She caused all of that pain, that...suffering!" He shook his head, gripping it tightly with his hands. "No. No that cant be true. It cant!"

"Tch, now you dont believe in your abilities?"

Hiro whirled around at the voice, and he froze at the image of his best friend, Leon Kuwata.

"L...Leon?"

The red haired boy smirked and waved. "Hey, Hiro! Wassup, bro?"

The clairvoyant just stared at him. "Wh...I...I dont understand. How did you get in my room? Why are you floating? A-and why are you transparent?!"

The baseball star rolled his eyes. "Wow, dude, you really arent the most observant." The ginger moved closer to his friend, getting right into his face, which caused Hiro to take a step back. "I'm dead, Hiro. I'm a ghost."

Yasuhiro's eyes widened. "Wh...what?! No! Hell no, that cant be true! I just saw you this morning!"

Leon held his hands up. "Whoa whoa, calm down, dude!" He tried to soothe the older man. "I'm not that Leon! I mean, I am, but not?" He scratched his head. "Its...complicated." he shrugged before continuing. "Basically I'm from the future. You know those visions you saw? Yeah. If they come true, that's what's gonna happen to me and all our friends." His expression becomes serious. "And you're the only one who can stop it."

Hiro's eyes widened even further, and he took several steps back. "What?! What the hell?! Are you crazy?!" He exclaimed. "If all of this is true, a-and I'm still not convinced this isnt all just a fucked up dream, how the hell am I of all people gonna stop it?! You know me, dude! I'm not brave, or smart, or strong or anything!"

Leon sighed. "Hiro, you're the only one who knows Junko's plan. You're the only one who can see me. You have to do something to stop her, or it wont just be our class that gets fucked over. She's gonna destroy the whole world."

Yasuhiro freezes. "The...the whole world?" He repeated, his voice a low whisper. He felt like he was going to faint. This was all too much. The fate of the world was on his shoulders? What the hell was going on?

Leon watched his best friend and frowned. "Look, I can tell you're overwhelmed. Obviously you need some time to process all of this, so take it. I'll come back later. Just...you gotta think about it."

As the redhead finished his sentence, Hiro watched as he began to disappear. "W-wait, Leon!" The brunette exclaimed, reaching his hand out towards him. "Dont go! I-Im still confused!"

But despite his pleas, Leon vanished before his eyes. Hiro stared at the spot the ghostly vision of his friend had been moments ago.

Suddenly he collapsed to his knees, the exhaustion of having learned all of these things finally catching up to him.

Yasuhiro stares blankly into space, running through everything once more in his mind. He had no idea how to process this.

And then he heard it.

The quiet whispers of many spirits as they begin making contact with him.

Yasuhiro Hagakure is now open for questions!