#HAVING TO POP HIS JAW BACK INTO PLACE... OUGH..

[twst-drabbles]

Octavinelle 18

Summary: After some whining and pestering on the seafolks part, you gave in and decide to sleep in the tank room for the night.

(Ough, I'm glad that I recovered from my pain, but now it means I have to trudge through writer's block all over again! All my writings at the moment just feel so… rusty. I really need to get my practice in.)

Initially, you were under the impression that while seafolk don't mind affection, they weren't especially needy for it. The sea is a cold place and often time is spent either hunting, feeding the young or looking out for danger if nothing else.

Essentially, when you first got Azul, Jade and Floyd, you were very much expecting to give more attention to their tank than to the actual creatures themselves. You'd come in, feed them until they're properly filled rather than stuffed, then spend the rest of the hour checking up on the particulars around them. Bitten fingers? Expected, you knew tense pets when you see them. Jets of water in your eyes? Also expected, Azul's particular breed are known for those kinds of warnings.

You were, however, not expecting for them to eventually get so attached that they'd get fussy about it.

It started off as these simple, long-held whistles, heard from right at the edge of your ear. At first you thought maybe it was your AC acting up again, or perhaps the plant nymphs outside practicing another strange ritual you're not aware of. So, you just ignored it. Wasn't bothering you anyway. Honestly, it was even a little cute when it turned out to be just Floyd whistling. A little playtime with him and it was enough to calm him down.

He did nip at you at the end when you left but you didn't pay it any mind.

Then Jade joined in as well, and boy do those two make a mean harmony. Those two bounce energy off of each other all the time. Could practically hear it from all the way in the backyard.

You played with them, coaxed them into their cave, but twenty minutes later, they would be back to their whistling sessions. Again, you didn't pay it much mind, you figured it was just another form of playing.

Then Azul chimed in with his trills. His trills, usually cute in how whiny they sounded, were very guttural. Like he was choking on something.

Of course, you go to the tank room to see what's wrong and guess what? They quieted down as soon as you opened the door. Even had the cheekiness to chirp in smug victory that they got you to their room.

You closed the door, and not even a minute later they began their noises all over again.

And so here you are, under a few layers of blankets because this room's practically a fridge, scrolling through your phone because your body's just not ready for sleep. Yeah you can sleep on the couch in the living room, and you have collapsed on the rug back when you had one, but sleeping with a sleeping bag on the hard floor was another sensation entirely. You're probably gonna be here all night, which sucks because you were just starting to sleep properly for once.

Oh well.

You took a cursory glance back at the dimly lit tank and saw three squishy faces pressed up against the glass, side by side, all giving the biggest of frowns. How long were they watching?

"What?" You're here, aren't you? What else do they want? "I'm not sleeping in the tank with you."

You turned back around and went back to reading whatever catches your interest, adjusting the pillow between your arm.

About a few minutes later, you heard a gentle pop.

Your thumb stopped, already sighing through your nose. "Oh boy…"

Immediately, your face was slapped with fish, three magical seafolk creature fish that is. You curled up. Wet slime rubbed at your ear, little claws on your cheek and lips, and finally tendrils on your shoulder. All so cold you had to clench your jaw to keep from shaking them off.

"Alright, alright," you gently pried Azul, Jade and Floyd from your skin and put them on the floor. "Give me a moment."

You swiped a towel from one of the cabinets--seafolk playtime never fails to leave water everywhere--dunked it in the empty tank, wrung it, then folded it right next to your pillow.

Floyd didn't hesitate to belly flop right onto the damp towel. Jade slithered right under a layer and purposefully butted Floyd to the side before poking his head out the other end. Azul slowly crawled over to the very corner of the towel, picking the one closest to your pillow with a very expectant look on his face.

"You can hang, but I'm putting you to bed when you're asleep, alright?" Can't have their skin drying out and making them itch.

Did they understand? Probably not since they're still just giving you that empty eyed stares of theirs.

You laid back down, and they all pounced on your face.

"Come on!"

This is going to be a long night.

[tamakissimp]

headcanons- indestructable s/o

summary: they have a s/o with an indestructable quirk who likes to get into dangerous situations.

request: anon - HI! can you do some headcanons of Todoroki, bakugo and izuku having a s/o that have an indestructible quirks, they do crazy and dangerous stuff for fun. Like the boys are watching the news and see their s/o is surfing a massive wave during a hurricane.

characters: todorki, bakugou and izuku

warnings: dangerous situations, lightning, electricity, a knife, fluff, cursing

𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕚 

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟜𝟟𝟙

He would be scared shitless, honestly. You're the one person he cares about and who he feels comfortable around so the moment he sees you doing dangerous stuff, he goes into protective mode.

He loves the smile on your face and how giddy you get from the adrenaline but he doesn't like how you only get so giddy in life-threatening situations.

You do a lot of dumb stuff. Running through walls, skydiving, running out and about during hurricanes.

Shoto won't show it, but he is always stressed out. While his face is stoic he is mentally freaking out.

"Get out," Shoto says. You ignore him by diving down under the water. Swimming in a rooftop pool during a thunderstorm is thrilling, to say the least. Shoto keeps his distance from the pool. All he wants to do is dive into the water and drag you out of the pool. But while you could take the potential electrocution, he can't.

You pop back above the water. You look up at Shoto with a goofy smile. While he tries to remain calm you can see the anxiety in his eyes. "Please, you'll catch a cold," he says. Sure, like that's the worse thing that can happen.

"But it's so nice," you whine. You look up at the sky. Thick clouds roll through the sky as the roaring thunder above you only grows tenfold. Lightning catches onto the building next to you.

Shoto's eyes grow wide as saucers as a pale, yellow light illuminates the rooftop. You look beautiful, angelic even. You look at peace in a situation that should send cold shivers up your spine.

"Get out of the pool. Come on," Shoto says. His voice grows more desperate. You dive under the cool water once again. His voice is barely audible under the thick water. You push yourself down until you’re sitting on the bottom of the pool.

Suddenly, lightning strikes down in the pool. Shoto's body grows rigged. He knows your fine, you always are. But situations like these always send panic through his body.

You pop up out of the water again. You swim over to the edge of the pool and push yourself out of it. Giggles fall over your lips. Your nerves are tingling from the electricity and your adrenaline is pumping through your veins. Shoto runs over you, grabs the towel you threw on the ground and wraps it around your body.

"That was awesome!" you say. Shoto drags you along with him he walks to the door leading inside the building.

"Don't do stupid shit like that again," he says. All you can do is nod and giggle some more. He knew you wouldn't stop. He wouldn't want you to stop when it brings you this much excitement. He just wants you to be more careful.

✨bonus✨

'Shoto," Izuku calls out. Shoto hums before turning around to look at his friend. His eyes grow once he catches sight of the television screen Izuku is looking at.

Shoto quickly stands up and walks closer to the screen. Both boys listen to the news reporter while staring at the screen.

'The storm is expected to last for another day. While people have been advised to stay inside, some have been seeking out the thrill of the storm," the voice says.

Images of warsh waves are displayed on the screen. Water crashed down onto itself. On top of the immense waves, you are surfing like you aren't in a life-threatening situation.

A smile is plastered on your face as you enjoy the cool breeze buzzing around you. "T-That's Y/n," Izuku says. Shoto nods. He grabs the remote from Izuku and turns the volume of the television up.

Shoto sits down on the couch standing in front of the television. "I wasn't expecting less of them," he says as he stares at the screen. A smile tugs on his lips at the sight of you smiling and carelessly riding the waves. God, you looked adorable when you smile.

𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠𝕦

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟜𝟜𝟞

He pretends like he doesn't care much about your doings. He has to keep up his tough-guy act after all. But once you two are alone, he lets that all slip.

Bakugou tells you about his fears that one day your quirk won't be able to save you.

That being said though, he loves seeing you and Kirishima do dumb shit together.

Seeing the person he loves and his best friend run around like giggling toddlers even makes someone as grumpy as him smile. If anyone points it out though, he'll kill them.

"Do it again, do it again!" you say as you stand up from the ground. Laughs erupt through the air as you and Kirishima jump around Denki. The electric blond laughs along with you.

Denki holds out both hands and you and Kirishima both grab one. Waves of electricity roll through your bodies, sending you two flying backwards into the nearest wall. It stays silent for a bit before Kirishima sits up straight while laughing his ass off.

Bakugou sits in the corner of the room, eyeing you three. Seeing you get shocked over and over again makes his blood run cold but the laughs you let out afterwards make it all worth it. You turn your head towards him, eyes locking.

Another laugh falls off your lips while a blush dusts over Bakugou's cheeks. "Baku," you call out to him. "Baby, come over here!". Bakugou rolls his eyes and groans but gets up from his spot none the less. You stay seated on the ground, leaning against the now broken wall.

Bakugou stands in front of you, towering over you. He crouches down in front of you. "What?" he sneers. You reach a hand out towards him. He gets the note and grabs a hold of it and lifts you off the ground.

You wipe the dust off your pants before looking up at him with a goofy smile. "There's a storm tonight and Kiri and I are gonna go surfing," you say. No, that's dangerous, Bakugou thinks. "Wanna come with us?".

"Sure. Someone will have to look after you to idiots.". You just shake your head at him. You lay your hand on his cheek, pulling him towards you before placing a quick kiss on his lips. His body melts at your touch. The kiss lasts way to short for him.

Bakugou wants nothing more than to pull you back against his body and snuggle into you. But he won't do that in front of his friends so he lets you pull away. You ruffle his hair before running over to your other friends.

"Denki," you say. "I wanna go again!".

𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕜𝕦

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟝𝟡𝟠

Saying that he hates it would be an understatement. Every time you do dangerous stuff, he cries. He doesn't want to but he does.

But at the same time, he doesn't want to stop you from doing the things you like. You don't stop him from being a hero while he breaks his bones every other day.

Izuku likes to be there when you go into dangerous situations, just to keep you save. When you want to run around during a hurricane, he is there with you. When you want to go swimming during a flood, he is there with you. When you want to surf during a tsunami, you bet your ass that he is there with you.

Afterwards, expect the endless amount of cuddles and affection. He doesn't care where or when he just wants to hold you.

Izuku's hand grips tightly onto yours. How the hell did you reel him into this? "Come on, 'Zuku," you say. If he wasn't so scared, he would blush at the nickname. "If he is actually real, you can catch him and be a hero.".

"Puppy, we're talking about a murderous villain here," he says. You just shrug at him. You slip your hand from his and opt to hold onto his arm instead.

You two walk through the dark for a bit. A comfortable silence hangs over you. Your thumb rubs soothing circles over his arm. It's quite ironic how a fearless UA student like him is more scared than you are.

All of a sudden, a hand jumps out and wraps you of off Izuku. You look up to see the villain. Huh, so he's real after all. You can see the outline of a knife in the hand of the villain.

Izuku screams out your name as the villain lifts the knife up. The knife gets pushed to your chest with an immense force, though it does nothing to you.

You look down at the knife. The point of bend sideways. Not even a bruise or dumb appeared on your skin. You let out a giggle at the confusions on the guys face. "What the fuck," the villain mutter.

He looks back up you. "It's my quirk, bitch," you say before decking him right on his jaw. He stumbles back, letting the now destroyed knife drop to the ground. You kick it away from him and land another hit on his face. The times, he gets knocked unconscious.

You give the guy a soft kick against his ribs. "That's for cutting up my favourite shirt," you say. You turn back around to look at Izuku. His body is shaking and his eyes are wide. He doesn't waste a second before running over to you and pulling you in for a bone-crushing hug.

"Puppy, a-are you okay? Did he h-hurt you? P-please, say you're alright," Izuku rambles. "Why d-did you do t-that? That was d-dangerous. You're n-not hurt, right? You're okay. You a-always are.".

You nod against his shoulder, lacing your fingers through his hair. His body softens as he hears giggles fall off your lips. "I'm okay. I'm not hurt," you say. Izuku nods before pulling away slightly.

His arms are still wrapped around you but he now uses on hand to grab his phone. "I'm calling Aizawa-Sensai. C-Can you sleep in my dorm t-tonight?" he asks.

You nod at him before nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. "I'll sleep with you," you say. His cheeks heat up at the slightly provocative sentence. "Not like that. Get your mind out of the gutter.".

[selfwriting-sugarquills]

Something more infinite (George Weasley x reader) ch 2.

Chapter 2. I’m not very strong but I’ll f*** you up if you mess with my plans again. 

Chapters: 1 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (final) |

Word count: 2k. 

Warnings: none. 

You and George had been locked in a never-ceasing prank war since your first encounter in your third year. It had started out as a typical prank war, you both just trying to get as many hits on each other as possible. Several times you’d landed each other in the hospital wing (a couple of times you’d both ended up staying the night there when things had gotten a little too out of hand) but then you’d had a revelation. What made you tick in the first place hadn’t been that George had been pranking people, it was that he’d stolen your traps, dismantling them, leaving you frustrated as you’d returned to check on them only to find them in disarray. So when you returned to your fourth year, you took on a new strategy: Spy on the twins, find the traps they’d set up for you, and then wait for them to leave before dismantling them and stealing their stuff. This would have been the perfect plan if the gits would stop somehow finding you everywhere. You’d deterred away from pranks all together when they began to show up around corners, ready to retaliate with whatever products they’d bought at the previous Hogsmeade trip. You had no idea how but soon enough you couldn’t go anywhere without George Weasley finding you. It seemed he had taken a new strategy too; he’d retired from pranks and instead focused on pissing you off, which he did with ease, and almost exceedingly well by just existing near you, shooting belittling comments your way.

“Morning, Y/n,” You hear just a little too close to your ears making you wince, 

“Go away, Weasley,” you say, electing to focus on the time table in front of you, 

“What’s wrong? Can’t I sit next to you?” he says, sitting down, 

“No, You can’t.” your eyes don’t leave the timetable, you stare at the word “Divination”, 

“Shame, last time I checked you didn’t own this bench, so I think that means that I technically can sit here,” George grabs a crumpet and begins to butter it, your lips form a thin line on your face, 

“what?” George must have noticed the peeved expression you’re wearing, “I’m not even saying anything, I’m just sitting here!” 

“Well, you sure make a lot of noise for someone who’s saying nothing,” you say, 

“Aww, Y/n, always the charmer,” he says and ruffles your hair,

*** 

 You’d been at your wits end when he surprised you while you were sneaking down to the kitchens, 

“What’re you up to-OUGH!” He hadn’t gotten any further before your fist decked him, reacting out of surprise, knocking him backwards, the parchment he’d been holding flying out his hand and landing a little further down the hallway, you moved towards it instinctively, passing George by as he swore, 

“Honestly...mad...one day... going to get me killed -Hey!” He noticed you crouching down to pick up the parchment, “Hey, don’t touch that!” he scrambled to get up and take it from you but by the time he tried to grab it you’d already been examining it long enough to recognise it’s contents, you held it away from him, but his arms were longer than yours and soon enough, much to your dismay, he’d wrestled it away from you, carefully examining it for any damage it might have attained, 

“What is that thing?” You asked, 

“What does it look like,” he snapped, “honestly can’t you read?” 

“Yes I can,” you say indignantly, “I can also punch you again if you want,” you add, and he shoots you a look that seems to say, ��try me, punk.” you imagine it must be an effective look if you’re an older sibling, but you were an only child and in no way intimidated by George Weasley of all people, 

“Wait,” suddenly it clicks, “Is that what you’ve been using to track me down all this time?” you asked, and George’s expression changed into a more devilishly innocent one, 

“no?” he tried and failed to sound honest, 

“Oh my god, you’re a creep!” You exclaimed, 

“Pardon?!” 

“You’re a stalker!” you continued, “Honestly, Weasley, I always knew you were off your rocker but following me around? That’s low,” You said, “In fact, I should go and tell the professors what you’ve been doing right now,” you say, crossing your arms, 

“Oh please, we both know we’ve got too much dirt on each other,” He says,  

“what do you mean?” you ask, 

“You are aware that I’m probably the only person who knows all the stuff you’ve gotten yourself into? If I go down, you’re going down with me,” He leans on the stone statue he’d been hiding behind, watching your footsteps on the map after a snack run for him and his dormmates, 

“How do I know you’re not bluffing?” You puff out your chest, 

“I know it was you who snuck pixies into history of magic, I also know it was you who enchanted that fake mouse to distract Mrs Norris so you could rearrange the paintings in order to confuse them,” He smirks, “I could go on,” 

“shoot,” you sigh, “Fine, I won’t turn you in but you can’t use that thing to track me, it’s an unfair advantage, and it’s creepy!” 

“Or you’ll do what?” he asks, smirking,

“Or I hex you into next year, Weasley, that’s what. Now bugger off,” You reply, tossing your hair as you turn to go into the kitchens. George watches you go, shaking his head. There was no way he wasn’t going to use that map, pissing you off was the best part of his day at this point, in fact, he looked forward to seeing you start as he popped up round corners and from secret passages, though, he had to admit while his muscles ached, that he’d appreciate it more if your first instinct wasn’t to punch whatever scared you. 

***

Now, on this lovely Friday afternoon, you thought you’d gotten rid of George for once as you snuck away from the crowded halls, slipping out of the stream of students heading for lunch, you hoped the map would cover you up in the many names filling the hallways, making your detour unnoticeable. 

Was the idea of using a mandrake to knock out Snape so you’d be free to spend the afternoon in Hogsmeade checking out the newest branch of Zonko’s products cruel? Absolutely it was. Was it morally wrong to exploit a potentially dangerous magical creature for your own, selfish reasons? Yes. No doubt about it. Did that stop you as you picked the greenhouse’s rusty lock with a hairpin? Um, no? 

Getting into the greenhouses was almost too easy for your fourteen-year-old self. The more difficult thing was getting a hold of mandrake and getting it up to the potions classroom without anyone seeing you, you wondered if the potted plant would be heavy; it was a long walk after all. Perhaps it was easier just to yank it out of the dirt and stuff a sock in its mouth until you reached Snape. You decided to spare your sock, deciding the dirt would reveal you as the culprit, and kneeled down to pick up one of the large pots marked “mandrake” 

“You’re not going to be able to carry that.” His sing-song voice makes you nearly fall over as you hastily rise to your feet, 

“How did you find me?” you ask, as he shakes the parchment in front of himself as an answer, you scowl, “one day, Weasley, I’m going to break into your dorm and set that piece of ruddy parchment on fire,” you huff, 

“Good luck, I sleep with it very close to me,” he says, stuffing the parchment into his trousers under his shirt. You make a disgusted face, “So I’m afraid you’d have to light me on fire before you reach it,” he says, shrugging, 

“You say like that’s a bad thing,” you put your hands on your hips, smirking,  

“It’s not if your life’s aspiration is to go to Azkaban, but I figured you’d at least try to aim a little higher than that,” he gives you the same smirk that makes you want to lunge out after him just to wipe it off his face, but instead you clench your jaw, 

“Whatever, just don’t get in my way while I carry this,” you say, turning back to the mandrake pot, “lord knows that’s all you do these days,” you mutter to yourself, lifting the pot which turns out to be very heavy indeed. 

“What’s that? just stand here in the doorway and don’t move?” he feigns innocence, putting on a clueless expression as he blocks the door, 

“Seriously, get out of the way,” you snap at him, struggling to find a good grip on the pot, “Now, Weasley,” you add when George doesn’t move an inch, 

“What on earth could you possibly need a mandrake for anyways?” He asks, still not moving, 

“As if I would tell you that. It’s none of your business what I need it for,” you snarl, 

He gasps dramatically, his eyes widening in fake shock, “It wouldn’t be for a prank, would it, Y/n? Because I’m not sure I can allow that,” again he’s mocking you. Your nostrils flare in anger, “Suit yourself but I-” you try to hoist up the pot a little to get a better grip and curse under your breath when it wobbles dangerously, “-am going out the door now,” you start towards the door and when George simply looks down at you, unimpressed, you speed up, and it’s only in the last second George swoops to the side making you hurry out the door onto the slippery, uneven grass and it takes about two seconds before your feet slip and you crash to the ground below, George’s laughs echoing inside the greenhouse and out into the grounds. You roll around on the ground, sitting up and preparing to yell abuse at the ginger boy with his hands on his knees as he laughs but behind you the mandrake baby is wrestling itself free from dirt and shards of pottery and before you can say anything it begins to shriek horribly in long, ear-piercing screams and both you and George crash to the ground, unconscious. 

After a hefty scolding from Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout and 50 points taken from each of you, you and George are free to leave the hospital wing. He doesn’t seem nearly as annoyed by the consequences as you do, in fact he’s smiling as he jumps out of his bed, “What do you reckon they’re serving for supper? I’m starving,” he says, patting his stomach. You frown at him. He’s ruined your perfect Snape free, Zonko’s filled afternoon and he’s thinking about dinner. You stalk him out into the corridor just outside the hospital wing and as soon as the curtained doors slam behind you, you grab him and push him up against the cold stone walls, your wand pointed at his chest. It’s the first time you’ve seen George Weasley look genuinely shocked and god is it satisfying after all the times he’s managed to have the upper hand, 

“Listen, Weasley, maybe this is just fun and games to you, but I don’t have time for games and if you screw up my business again, I swear I’ll break your face,” your satisfaction shrinks as a that damned smirk grows on his face, he looks down on you, having grown more than a bit taller than you over the summer, in fact, he sort of towers over you while you try to remain stoic. He leans forward, the tip of your wand pressing into his chest, 

“I would love to see you try, L/n,” he says, “I doubt you’ll be able to reach though,” he says, drawing an invisible line out from his face, several inches above the top of your head. And with that he slaps the wand out of your hand and takes off, leaving you to retrieve your wand before following him. 

“I hate you!” You yell after him, 

“The feeling’s mutual!” His voice echoes through the halls. 

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