#You are a racoon now ≽^•⩊•^≼ ₊˚⊹♡

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୨୧ ─ jj tries to impress you . . .

cw: REQUESTED / jj x reader, fluff, jj’s kind of a dumbass but whats new?

The bell above the door jingles. JJ glances up mid-convo with Pope, fully expecting a tourist or some board pickup. Instead, he sees you—and immediately forgets what he was saying.

You’re framed in sunlight, scanning the shop with that unsure “first time here” look. There’s sand stuck to your calves and a glossed-up mouth pulled into a quiet little smile. JJ drops the fin in his hand instantly. Pope raises a brow. “You okay?”

“Leave. Go. Anywhere else,” he glares at Pope.

“What—”

JJ’s already moving. Shirt half-tucked, trying to smooth his hair. “Dude, vanish.”

Pope shrugs and heads into the back, muttering about needing a raise and being taken for granted. JJ shuffles to the counter, taking his spot at the center, as casual as three racoons in a trench coat. “Hey. Uh—this is the surf shop.”

You chuckle at that, “That’s what the sign says.”

He laughs way too loud. “Right. Yeah. I’m—uh—I’m JJ.”

You smile slower now, watching him. He’s sweating. A little sheen along his forehead, and his fingers won’t stop fidgeting at the hem of his shirt. His dimple flashes when he smiles and it’s kind of stupid how pretty he is for a guy who looks like he just rolled out of a truck bed. “Nice to meet you, JJ.”

“I’m just gonna look around, that okay, JJ?” You say his name again, softer this time. Just to test how it feels in your mouth. He nods, starry-eyed. “Totally. If you, like…need help lifting anything heavy, I got you.”

You raise an eyebrow, amused. “That so?”

JJ immediately grabs the nearest longboard from the display and hefts it up with one arm, muscles flexing as he grins. “Yeah. This one’s custom. Kinda heavy, but I mean—”

You step a little closer, eyes playful, and reach out, slowly trailing your fingertips along the curve of his bicep. Your nail grazes skin. “Mm,” you hum, all fake innocence. “You’re so strong, JJ.” And that’s the moment the board slips. It clatters against the floor with a dramatic thud, narrowly missing his foot. You burst out laughing, covering your mouth. “Wow. Tragic.”

“That was the wax. Shifty wax.”

“Right.”

JJ scrambles to re-rack the board, muttering about center of gravity and gravity itself, while you wander toward the front display like it didn’t happen. You’re still close when you reach for a bottle on the edge of the display—sunscreen or wax and it wobbles suddenly, threatening to fall on you.

Before you can react, JJ’s hand is around your waist, pulling you to him, steadying you. It’s barely a touch, but his brain short-circuits. You’re warm. Soft. Perfect. You look up at him, a little surprised at his reflexes. “Thanks.”

His hand lingers a half-second longer than it should. “Yeah. No problem. Safety’s important.”

You smile again, that little curve of your lips doing damage he wasn’t prepared for. “You always save strangers from dangerous bottles?”

“I—uh—only the cute ones.”

You raise a brow. “Smooth.”

“You have no idea,” he mumbles, almost to himself.

You tuck your hands into your pockets, lingering a second longer like you’re thinking of something else to say. But then you just tilt your head, amused. “Well. See you around, hero.” The bell jingles again as you leave.

JJ leans across the counter, eyes glued to the window, watching the way you walk back to your car. He leans on his elbows. Then his forearms. Then he’s practically folded in half, forehead to the counter.

John B walks in from the back and stops short. “You filming a porno in here?”

JJ doesn’t move, just looks over his shoulder “Bro, what?”

“Why are you bent over the counter?”

JJ smiles, slow and dazed. “She called me strong.”

John B huffs a laugh. “…And that’s all it took to fold you in half?”

JJ groans without moving. “Jesus, man—”

John B raises his hands as if in defeat. “Don’t ‘Jesus, man’ me. You’re the one bent over the counter like you’re waiting for me to give you backshots.”

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I need more drawings of Error doing daily stuff. You know... like bringing out the "trash", for example.

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Bakugo x reader fluff

Summery: You and Bakugo are just friends so why is it when the bakusquad comes by and finds you (innocently) sleeping in his bed does it make Bakugo realize something. Maybe he doesn't just want to be friends.

Authors note: This is a snippet of the longer fic I'm writing about mutual pinning between Bakugo and Reader. I just wanted to put this out there since the actual fic might will most definitely take me a while. To anyone who has sent in requests I promise I'm working one them and I love you all ♡

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Your soft snores paired with Bakugos near silent tapping was all that could be heard in the small dorm. Light shone through the large glass doors, giving the room a soft ambience.

Bakugo, who was sitting at his desk, glanced towards your sleeping form. A fuzzy feeling filled his chest at the veiw of you peacefully curled up in his blanket on his bed. He can't put his finger on why he feels that warm feeling whenever he sees you like this.

A forgotten manga layed next to your hand, he had put a marker in it for you once he realized you had fallen asleep. Bakugo also put the blanket on you and just so happened to notice hair in front of your face that he moved out of the way. Why was he doing all of that? Bakugo doesn't even know.

Its not uncommon for you to hang out in the young hero's dorm, or vice versa. Actually it was very common for the two of you to hang out with eachother. Somehow you had latched onto him and although Bakugo used to hate admitting it, he latched onto you to.

It had been an hour or so since you'd drifted off, the night was still young but what else did he have to do? The question answered itself when Bakugos door was nearly busted through but four very energetic teens.

The blond man jumps up at the intrusion. "Bakugo! What're doing not answering your texts man?" Kirishimas voice loudly questions his friend. Bakugo watch as Kaminari, Mina, Sero, and Kirishima barded their way into the small dorm.

Bakugo doesn't answer, instead looking towards you. Hoping your still asleep. To his horror dismay you once sleeping form pushes itself up with one hand, the other rubbing your eyes.

Confusion washes over your features as you take in your surroundings. The teens all look towards you, Kaminari and Sero's jaws seems to be on the floor. Kriishima and Mina look between you and their firey friend.

Once you realize what was going on you smile, "Oh hey guys." You yawn, covering your mouth and waving slightly. Your words are slurred with exhaustion. Mina grins, "Hey girl!" She waves while giving Bakugo a sly knowing smirk.

You plop back down onto the bed beneath you, grabbing the blanket and curling up to get comfortable. Once you lay back down Bakugo is quickly pushing his friends classmates through his rooms door.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He practically yells after he shuts the door behind him, he is cautious to keep his voice hushed to not disturb you.

"Us? What were you and y/n doing?" Kaminari and Sero start laughing in shock of what they saw. "Yeah what was y/n doing in your bed Bakugo?" Mina's voice is sly and knowing and for some reason it makes Bakugos ears grow red at her implications.

But no. It was you. It was nothing like that. So he grits his teeth and glares at the teens in front of him. "The fuck you trying to say racoon eyes?" Mine just smirks and shrugs he shoulders innocently. Kirishima intervenes before Bakugo can blow up the whole hallway.

"We just came by because we had a study session and you and y/n didn't show up." Sero cuts his friend off. "Though we didn't expect to find both of you here." Kirishima puts a hand on his angry friends shoulder, effectively keeping him away from Sero.

"We were just hanging out and she feel asleep you perverts." Bakugo watches his friends laugh, his scowl growing bigger. "Now fuck off, you screwed up your chance to get tutoring help from me assholes." Now he watches regret wash over his friends features.

Kirishima speaks up, "Don't be like that bro it was super manly!" This doesn't have the affect he wanted, it only makes the blond man angrier. "There was nothing manly about anything because nothing happened you freaks. Now I'm going back to my dorm. Ask the ponytail girl for help."

"Oh boo you whore, say hi to y/n for us lover boy." Mina waves him scoff teasingly. Kaminski and Seros laughs are quickly cut off when Kirishima fails to stop Bakugo coming at them. The three screw teens run down the hallway, leaving Bakugo with his spiky haired friend.

When Kirishima see his friends have left he chuckles, looking towards the angry blond. "Hey Bakugo you know it's not bad to have a crush on y/n right? In fact it's quite manly." Krishimas voice is sincere, it takes Bakugo back.

For some reason he fumbles over his words. Him? You? Together? No. Absolutely not. Not when he had to become the Number One hero, he can't be in a relationship. No distractions. He knows this. So why, just why, does the thought of you and him make him so goddamn flustered.

"Oh shut up shitty hair." Is all he can push out, trying to cover up his slip up. Kirishima catches his friends new demeanor. "Just think about man. See you later." Kirishima waves his friend goodbye, heading down the hallway most likely trying to find Momo and his friends.

After cursing under his breath Bakugo quietly heads back into his dorm. When he towards his bed and see your body, slightly moving up and down with your breathing, he almost falls to his knees when his feeling hit him.

Holy fuck.

Theres no way that he had a crush on you. No way. You were his friend. Sure he thought you were gorgeous. Maybe he always thought you were the strongest in the class, second to him of course. Maybe he tried to spend the most time he could with you, going out of his way to see you.

But that didn't mean anything.

But as Bakugo plopped himself in his desk chair with a flush face facing your sleeping form. He knew it was a lie. How did he not see it before. He was in love with you.

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I had such a strong urge to write this and it took me over. I will be tweaking this for the actual fic but yeah thanks for read and hope you enjoyed.

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HQ MEN AS YOUR BOSS ...with chemistry pt2

characters ♡ kuroo, atsumu, sakusa & ushijima

tws/tags ♡ vaginal, semi-public sex // recording, slight daddy kink // oral (receiving) // size kink — minors dni!

part one ♡ sfw version

♡ KUROO

as a chief sports promotor, of course kuroo needs a secretary, but the jva says he'll need to pay for one out of his own wage. he's apprehensive about the idea at first but figures that with the time he'll save by having one, the profit would be greater than the loss. and once he meets you, he's automatically sold.

although he may have have been wrong about the whole 'profit greater than loss' thing, he's definitely losing a bit of money by having you as a secretary. not of your performance or anything — no, you're an incredibly effective worker and are increasing engagement by tenfolds — but rather, due to the fact he's dropped thousands on gifts for you.

kuroo isn't subtle about wanting you, so instead of overtly flirting with you like a lout, waiting by your desk almost everyday is a gift with a cheeky note. without fail, it is always pricey and extravagant too: diamond necklaces, luxury perfumes, designer bags and jewellery made from real gold and silver (he knows which metal you prefer, but he buys you both because you can have it all). it's a classy way of showing he cares.

one day, a random tuesday a month after you and your ex broke up, your primal desires took over, and — after two years of knowing each other — you finally decided to submit to kuroo's advances. you could do a lot worse, anyway.

and you realise that as he has you bent over his desk, in his office contructed of mainly windows. at least you had a nice view of the city skyline while he hit it from behind. with his hands starting at your waist, then exploring under blouse, he leans forward to sensually kiss from your shoulders to your neck. slowly and gentle, in stark constrast to how roughly he was nailing into you.

he keeps going until he reaches just behind your ear, then he chuckles against your flush skin, "wearing the perfume i bought, angel? smells good on you." his finger circles your clit teasingly, "i like it. gotta let everyone know whose bitch you are."

♡ ATSUMU

he doesn't give a shit about his garden, it just happened to come with the big house he bought. there could be a family of rabies-infested racoons living back there for all he cares. atsumu just saw your personal adverisement for your gardening services online and thought you were hot. thus, he made up some lie about wanting trees planted and flowers grown to get you to come over.

but once you actually arrived at his home, you were far too focussed on taming the inhospitable environment he calls a garden to even notice the passes he was making at you. eventually he just gave up and left you to your work, but not without discreetly taking photos of you from the windows in his kitchen to send to the msby jackals groupchat with the 👀 eyes emoji.

he was expecting jealousy to befall the team but instead, the jackals take notice of how intently you are working on the garden, and atsumu receives and influx of messages mocking him for showing off a girl that clearly has no interest in him and offering their houses as a solace for you. however, he promptly replies stating that even though you may seem preoccupied right now, by the end of the day, he guarantees he will have slept with you, and if he doesn't, he owes each one of them ten thousand yen.

and unfortunately for the jackals, atsumu wins that bet.

"just like that, yeah." he grunts, holding your legs against his shoulders, "cum for daddy. c'mon." his breathing is heavy while his bare chest, glistening with a sheen of sweat, heaves. he has you laying on his coffee table while he fucks into you, big cock leaving you a wet, incoherent mess. your greedy cunt clamps down on him and he can tell by your quivering legs and heightening moans that you are close to your climax.

"thats righ— wait.." his breath hitches, steady pace faltering for only a moment as he grabs his phone off the couch and swipes, onto the camera. slowly regaining power and momentum in his thusts while holding the camera above your exposed figure. he grins and slurs, "gotta record this t' send to the team n' prove i wrecked this gorgeous body. go on. keep moaning for daddy."

♡ SAKUSA

there's no better feeling than coming home to a pristine house, that's what sakusa thought. however, being pro volleyball and always training and going to promotional events hasn't left him with much time to get the cleaning done himself. he wasn't fond of the idea of someone being in his house alone when he wasn't there, but he was even less fond of coming home after a long day of training, muscles aching, and still having to vacuum.

he researched dozens of cleaning companies, until he found one that he deemed reputable enough hire from. he arrages the trial for a day he is off so he can assess the quality and trust-worthiness of the cleaner he is sent.

so perhaps it was the halo effect, but as soon as he saw you walk through his door, he knew he wouldn't have a problem with leaving you alone in his house. in fact, the idea tickled him slightly.

having a cleaner wasn't cheap, especially considering how big his house is. despite that, after he met you, he increased the frequency of cleaning visits to five days a week, making you essentially his personal staff. and it goes on like this for around five months, racking up quite hefty total.

every single penny is worth it though, in his opinion. to come home to shining floors, spotless counters and to experience the habitual fleeting moment of tension between the two of you, before you left. that all changed though when he got his first day off in months, and he was able to hang around the house while you did your usual duties.

you were sprawled out over his linen couch, one leg hooked over the armrest and the other resting on his shoulder. lips moves vigorously against your folds, while his tongues delves in and out of your dripping hole. the sizzling coil that's been winding in the base of your stomach suddenly gone stiff, ready to snap at any moment.

his merciless fingers pinch and pull at your clit, as his tongue continues to plough in and out of you, rhythm only ever wavering to lap up the juices covering your folds. that is, until the coil breaks and you come undone right against his face. your walls convulse around him and a breathy moan is pulled from you. hot liquid surges out of your pussy in squirts with each thrust of sakusa's tongue, as he fucks you through your high.

once you settle down, he finally pulls away for air. with your fluid dripping down his chin, drenching his shirt and the wooden floor beneath. slowly standing up, sakusa looks at the floor with a grimace, "clean this up."

♡ USHIJIMA

whether ushijima can cook or not is down to personal preference, but he is independant enough to know how to cook meals that are vital to a hearty and healthy diet, such as boiled eggs, oats, beef stew etc. yes his dishes may be lacking in any flavour or delectability but it's nutritious and that's what matters.

but once he is a pro volleyball player and travelling constantly, he doesn't have the time to meal prep for himself anymore and his paycheck grants him some disposable income, so what's the harm in hiring a chef?

however, once you enter his life as his personal cook, you become a luxury he can no longer live without. until now, ushijima wasn't aware eating was supposed to be enjoyable, he always viewed it as something he just at to do in order to get all his essential vitamins and minerals. who knew food could taste this good?

it was an extra benefit that you looked so good while making it, too. neither of you would ever admit it but there was always a heavy atmosphere of sexuality when you were around each other. ushijima was undoubtably stoic so his tells were subtle, but you took notice of the lingering eye-contact; how his hand would always brush past your ass when he'd walk by you in the kitchen; the way he'd stand so close to you in coversation.

it was only a matter of time before the boiling tension between you two erupted.

you sat on the kitchen counter with your legs wrapped around his torso as his big cock drilled into you. your arms were over his shoulders, nails digging into his back with your eyes sewn shut. he's a mammoth; the biggest you've ever taken. every time he pushed into you, it was as though you were going to split in half.

he could tell you were struggling, so he slipped a hand under your ass and pulled you towards him in order to whisper in your year, but during the process he ended up forcing his dick even deeper inside you, resulting in a mewl from you. he leaned down and grunted, "take it."

something about your trembling form, so delicate and supple, hardly able to fit him inside you, it drove him mad. so eager finish himself off, he picks up you up by the ass so you are hovering a couple inches off the counter, and takes full control of your movement. pressing you against his dick per his whim and matching your movements to his brutal pace.

your only response to this is a chorus of profanities, and piercing the flesh of his back with your nails. he's delighted, though, at how your pleading pussy swallows him so nicely, despite its initial protests.

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Hey this is just something for fun but I was wondering if you could write beast cookies with a reader who has a fat pet raccoon and that pet is basically like there kid ^^ (sorry for any spelling mistakes it’s late)

Beast cookies and their s/o with a fat pet racoon

Reader can be any gender!

Now being with all of them all together, they have realized something.

You have grown overly attached to the pet fat racoon you have.

They don't understand your tactics with this creature of yours but they think they could handle it.

They think.

They thought wrong and right.

Now all of this fight started when Burning Spice cookie was about to throw the thing out the window but you stopped him in time.

"Burning Spice cookie!!!?" You yell out which made him freeze his tracks before turning around with a angry expression.

"What?! This puny little thing scratched my soul jam gem!!" He yelled out loud.

"There's no need to be all angry and throwing him out! Give him!" You yelled back, snatching the big fat racoon into your arms and snuggling it to your chest.

"I'm gonna destroy that puny little thing!!! Just so you wait and see!!!" he yelled.

You carried the racoon back to your room and pet it all day meanwhile Burning Spice cookie was all upset and was trying to get the scratch off.

He does NOT understand why you treat the racoon like your kid when you can actually have some with him (😳 whoops).

Over time, he eventually got used to the racoon and even petted it sometimes if he wasn't out there destroying villages.

The beef with Mystic Flour cookie and the racoon started when it jumped on her and scratched her silky veil.

You immediately jumped in and grabbed the racoon.

She was heavily offended at the tear.

She even tried to turn the racoon into flour and that's when she realized.

The racoon isn't baked with flour.

So she couldn't do anything to it.

"Why must you keep such a strange creature here?" She asked. She clearly looks frustrated and upset at the fact that her veil was teared.

"Because eve he's so fluffy and such a stress reliever! Pet him!" You said, handing it out to her.

She eventually gave up on the idea of trying to make it turn into flour and let it rest on her lap.

Now she did gain relief upon time and got used to it being everywhere.

She just doesn't understand why you treat it like your own child.

Now her petting it is a VERY rare sight but you only catch her in her room when you're trying to find your pet.

Now you find Shadow Milk cookie trying to strangle the racoon to death but couldn't because of how fat it is.

"WHAT!? HOW!!? EUGHHH!!" He grunted as he tried. Burning Spice cookie and Mystic Flour just watched.

"Yeah I tried that before, didn't work." Burning Spice cookie said.

"MYSTIC FLOUR COOKIE!!! IT'S MADE OUT OF FLOUR ISN'T IT?!?!" Yelled by Shadow Milk cookie.

Mystic Flour cookie simply turned her head to Shadow Milk cookie and "No"

"What's up with you and that racoon anyways" Burning Spice cookie asked.

"IT RIPPED MY FAVORITE BUNNY PLUSH TOY'S HEAD OFF!!!!" He yelled

"Bunny... Plush... Toy?" Burning Spice snickered.

"WHAT. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO I DIDINT MEAN THAT!" Shadow Milk cookie exclaimed

"What's going on here?- NO NO NO!!" You exclaimed. Running and pushing Shadow Milk cookie off your fat racoon.

Shadow milk cookie slammed onto the wall like a cartoon did with a splat sound (I like this headcanon)

You carried the racoon to your lap and gave it the affections like how a parent would to their child.

Shadow Milk cookie tried many ways to get rid of it but he gave up 4 months later.

He would have it on his lap. Which was a relief and not trying to kill it.

Apparently you find out that the racoon was too fat that his strings couldn't find the nerves imbeded in the fat and couldn't control it.

So he basically gave up.

Eternal Sugar cookie and Silent Salt Cookie are still somewhere cuz they haven't gotten home yet.

Hey guys ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡

Sorry if the post felt a little something but I felt autistic and tried to make this funny.

So sorry if this isn't Canon or if you don't like it! I'm so so SO SORRY 😭 😭 🙏

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Meta-isekai | K. Bakugo ✧ Act I Scene II

-`♡´- In which Bakugo gets isekaied into a shoyo romance. -`♡´-

Peak stupidity ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

Act I 𓆩⚝𓆪

Scene II: Eijiro is a pro basketball player now

ʚɞ “So, first of all let me introduce you to everyone, quietly that is.” The cat tagged along Katsuki's commute to school. Apparently he still went to UA but instead of a hero-school it was now a higher class, yet normal highschool.

“You just do your morning routine and I'll tell you where to go and who is who. Just carry something that I can sit on.” The cat meowed and yawned, digging its nails into Katsuki's school bag. He had to pretend he didn't notice.

“Have you always been such a lil piece of shit?” The boy asked, checking over his shoulder to see if no one spotted him supposedly cursing to himself.

“Same as you. Why do you think we were paired up? Now into the school building!”

ʚɞ Some key information that Bakugo took mental notes of.

ʚɞ He was in second grade. All of his class members were the same with the exception of quirks. Looking at some of them made him shiver, especially Mineta's hairstyle. Somehow it resembled the purple balls of his superpower.

ʚɞ Eijiro was a rising star in basketball. He still dyed his hair and got shit from the teachers about it but since he was one of the school's most promising students they let it slide ultimately. He was loud and obnoxious as always, with a tight group of fanboys circling him and his manliness.

ʚɞ Racoon eyes still had eyes like a racoon. She was devoted to some weird merge of gyaru meets scene meets emo, with dark eyeshadow and contact lenses. Somehow, she also slid past the teachers, always looking down. Guess this world really was a shoyo dream with all the weird loopholes. Anyway, Mina spent most of her time around the basketball team as one of the managers. Also she was not pink, which was weird, but she still kept a pinkish colour, like she was constantly blushing all over her body. Maybe some kind of freaky body paint.

ʚɞ Denki was stupid, blonde and a perverted. No changes here.

ʚɞ Deku was the class nerd with test scores better than college students. He was knuckles down in study groups and tutoring.

ʚɞ The rest seemed to pursue interests that in Katsuki's hero world became secondary. Yaoyorozu was rich and trying to upkeep her appearances (and had a fine china fetish). Jirou played the guitar, Mr. Tight-Pants Fast Legs was school representative, Ochaco was the class (and ass) sweetheart while Icy-Hot still had daddy issues.

At least Katsuki didn’t fall too much out of the loop to draw unwanted attention.

ʚɞ Katsuki v2 (that's how he called him in his head) had a specific crush. It was a girl from a different class that the now Katsuki had yet to meet.

This girl has never held a proper conversation with Katsuki v2 and the Black Cat has no clue why v2 fell in love with her. The cat descended into v2's life when he already developed the crush but failed at achieving anything human-relations wise miserably.

ʚɞ V2 was good at studying, one of the best in class. He also played the drums (good) and was a part of the martial arts club (fucking awsome). He worked-out regularly, ate well and lived with his parents.

ʚɞ He apparently kept close with Kirishima, Denki and Mina-

-who now swarmed him in the classroom.

“Have you heard the tea?” Denki leaned closer to Mina's ear.

“I swear if you stick a wet finger in my ear.”

“Good idea but no.” Dunceface smirked. “Jirou heard that Yaoyorozu went in on Ochaco talking over the phone about how much she crushes Midoriya.”

“And then Pat told Parvatti to tell Ron, whatever. Besides, it's common knowledge that these two belong together.” Mina slumped in her seat, pissed off that Denki's gossip was not juicy.

“Yeah, but I don’t see them getting together anytime soon so it's still spicy.” The (no longer electric) blonde shrugged.

“If you told me Yaoyorozu walked like in on them, then it would be spicy.”

“Kiri, tell her something! I'm supposed to be the perverted one.”

“Well it's not good to spread gossip or invade someone's privacy like that.” The redhead scratched his scalp.

“I need a comrade, not a mum!” Denki started whining. “Bakugo!”

“You're clutching at a straw here.” Mina laughed.

Katsuki wanted to open his mouth and tell them that there are more important things than Deku's miserable love life but then it hit him. For this lot, there weren't any more important things than goofing around, sliding through tests and having crushes. They had a totally normal highschool life without villain attacks, near-death experience and murderous training under Aizawa. And such v2 also had a normal highschool life. Maybe he was more invested in all these dramas?

“They should just fuck each other already.” Katsuki resorted to… something like this.

“Wow dude. So romantic.” Denki said and everyone gawked at Katsuki only blinking. “I always thought you didn't care about these things but I guess I was wrong, Mr. Bombastic. Maybe you'll become a heart-throb by the end of the year if you keep up this attitude.”

ʚɞ In the end Katsuki learned he should just act like himself. 

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house headcanons ♡

and if you disagree with any of these no you don't. i'm actually best friends with david shore. hope this helps! <3

sweet , funny , & fluffy

has definetely said "alright relax it wasn't that funny" when one of the ducklings laughed a li'l too hard at one of his jokes.

loves campy, cult classic movies from the 70's-80's. the rocky horror picture show? tell me he wouldn't eat that tf up.

actually eats like a racoon. especially when he's runing low on groceries. will scavenge through his pantry for days on end like a starved ww2 soldier before his gets his ass out of his apartment and goes shopping. has been caught eating all kinds of dastardly concotions as "meals" like pickle slices, stale bread, and shredded cheese. it gets so bad to the point wilson has gone shopping for him on multiple occasions.

literally just a portable heater. this man is a walking heat rock. warm all the time.

cringe warrior. i mean, this one is essentially canon. he kidnapped the star of one his favorite soaps to keep it from being derailed by his death and fangirled the whole time (s4e14). was literally in love with a book series about a boy detective everyone, including the author herself, said was "targeted towards teenage girls" and admitted to being in online fan clubs (early s7). he is actively consumed by his fixations on random media. would go to conventions for his interests if he "had just a little less self respect" in his words.

cameron found his reading glasses very endearing at some point, going as far to tell him he looked cute with them, promptly making him extremely embarrased about needing them for the next month and a half.

has copies of little women and pride & prejudice stashed somwhere away in his house

big on collecting random shit he finds. just picks up pebbles, moss, pennies, and whatever the fuck else he can find on the ground

in true middle aged white man fashion, has named most of the instruments and cars he has owned throughout his life (definetely named the 60's red corvette from s1 some vintage stripper name).

more angsty (?)

actually very jumpy when spooked. the only reason nobody's really ever seen it is because he's pretty difficult to scare.

has never been squeamish. long before he became a doctor, he was never peeved out by gross bodily stuff. people always found it weird how neutral he was towards the idea of vomiting, bleeding, etc.

pre-infarction, was actually very quick and nimble on his feet. it's one of the things he misses the most.

in the early days of the infarction, where the pain was arguably at its worst (from his perspective) due to just how not used to it he was, he would pull all nighters, doing nothing but laying in bed rotating the idea of amputating his leg over and over in his head.

elaborating on this, though he would rather die than admit it, not amputating is genuinely one of the biggest regrets he has in life.

despises being outside in cold weather for prolonged periods of time because it triggers memories of when he was forced to sleep in the grass as a kid.

more on his childhood, he was genuinely so sweet in the earlier years, nobody who knows him now would believe it was the same person. fed stray animals, said his prayers every night before bed, loved hugs, the whole thing. it didn't last very long. by the time he reached the double digits he gave it up.

anyways queens that's all! what did we think? did we like this? please let me know if there are other characters you want me to do. and if you don't agree with these don't be rude about it or i will start crying

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asking me to pick a favorite is hard AF but for a newbie to the fandom (welcome to the madness btw!!) there are some classics like the milkman, unrelenting aubergine, and neighbors under the bed! i’m also now realizing that u wanted 1 recommendation so u can just pick whatever one u want to review :p

I've gone for neighbours under the bed for this one ! So second review !

#21 Neighbours under the bed

Star rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Genral overview :

Okay so I felt a little like I was on drugs in the best way possible ! Sometimes the trust these boys have for each other especially in more risky scenes is amazing aha ! It was friken hilarious.

My notes while watching (pink is my afterthoughts) :

The way Aj says football really makes me laugh

"Your little japes"

AJs smile after "young girl"

I currently have no idea what is going on and I love it (I enjoy being as confused as the four of them sometimes)

"Hunky dory"

"I'll leave then" - Sam

"There's something fucking weird about this neighbour " (the way they all say fucking scratches my lil autistic brain)

OH ! sam has connected the dots now , I get it , all say thank you sam

SAM AND TOM ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Racoon in heat"

" a nipper a day keeps the rangers at bay" (new vocal stim anyone)

"Oh by the way the other ones not in here atm"

I love them (I do)

Mmmm (can anyone remind me what I meant by this ?)

Luked concerned face as he gets on AJ

I've lost all words help me

"I'll sleep with timothee chalamet "

TOM (I belive this was in refrence to his monologue)

"Temple to destruction" (ah yes it was)

I've stopped writing because I've got too invested

Yeah I really tried to keep writing but I got so invested and was laughing so much I couldn't actually concentrate on doing it !

[killuintense]

uh, olá, vi que os pedidos estão abertos e gostaria de fazer um pedido, pode ser leon re2, pode ser nsfw ou cute (já que ele é cute) onde ele encontra o leitora na delegacia e ele se vê em uma necessidade de protegê-la em tudo

❝ see you, leon ❞

rookie!leon kennedy x fem!reader

Warning: first part, second part, final part / cont. smut

summary: Leon thought that his stay for work in Raccoon City would be boring and monotonous. But he didn't know that the Chief of Police had such a... interesting daughter.

content: 3.2k words, fluff, cute Leon, no Racoon City canon events, soft perv leon.

note: when i read your request i was excited because it was an idea that I had in mind for a while, and knowing that someone was interested encouraged me to write it! thank you for entrusting it to me, i'm sorry if it's too long. however, it will have one more part as i have in my plans. enjoy it, sweetheart ♡

Leon was often naive. But he could not help being a little clumsy sometimes; and that day he tried not to make it so obvious, as he walked behind the officer who was talking to him and indicating the different offices corresponding to each cadet.

That day he had arrived late, he didn't hear the alarm and of course; he had stayed late trying to reassure his ex-girlfriend who had insulted him in every possible way for being "a lying bastard" when he told her that he had chosen Racoon City as his work destination. According to the officers in charge of him in his police training, he had been practically the best performer, so they gave him the permission to choose any work assignment he wanted.

Why Racoon City? Well... ignoring the fact that he thought it was funny that it was named after such a "cute" (in his own words) animal, the amount of unsolved case news caught his attention.

There was only one problem: his girlfriend -now ex- to whom he had to give the terrible news and, as if that wasn't enough, run off to town because they were short-staffed, so he couldn't even fire her. It hurt, yes, but they had been three months together in which he had seen little or nothing except for those short vacations they spent together; it was almost a sigh in his opinion.

That's why he didn't count on the warmth in his chest he felt as he entered the main room, where all the cadets stood among the paperwork and calls, watching a young woman laughing along with one of the officers. "And this is where we usually spend most of our time" the officer in charge explained to him, gently reaching out his arms and looking sideways at him, denying with a chuckle "Kid, it's your first day, you're late and now you're distracted" he gently pats the blond and he seems to wake up from his silly slumber. He lost himself in the laughter of that girl a few months away, jokingly fighting with the other boy.

"I wish I could concentrate once in my life when I study here, Jake," you said to the officer next to you, who was jokingly reading the notes in your notebook. Leon laughed softly, he thought it was adorable how you stood on your tiptoes trying to reach your notebook, snorting at the failed attempt.

"And to top it off you get distracted by the boss's daughter" Jones laughs loudly, and Leon looks at him with a sheepish blush, freezing in place.

"Why would the officer's daughter be here? It's dangerous" he frowned and the officer laughed, he seemed to be making fun of him all the time; especially with that stupid nickname he gave him" 'rookie' he had said as soon as he welcomed him to Raccoon station.

"Well, the Chief would rather I spend time studying here than at home alone, I guess" he shrugged and pointed to the desk "You're in your lucky day, this is your workplace, rookie, here's your desk; and it's in front of Miss (y/n)" he meant you, who was now concentrating on her sheets and writing carefully.

Leon would be lying if he said he wasn't thanking God for putting the idea in his head to choose Raccoon City (apparently being guided by his parameters of "adorability" for an animal had served him well). He couldn't remember ever seeing someone so... cute, beautiful, with that unique harmony. It seemed that a force was pushing him to want to get closer to you; to want to protect you. And although that was his job, after all he chose that profession for a reason, he felt from a distance that it was not the same as with the others. That he would never be able to take care of you enough.

"Come, let's go say hello" the officer guided him, pushing him gently by the back to take him to the desk where you were, and after dodging a couple of tables, they arrived "(y/n)! Guess what? A new victim has arrived" he joked noisily, and soon Leon felt his legs trembling, he felt even there your scent and perfume invading him, and your presence hypnotizing him even worse now that he was closer.

You looked up, expecting to find someone Jake's age, who already had two children and was married, but your surprise was gigantic when a blond with eyes too beautiful to describe appeared in front of you. You had never seen him before; because if you had, you would have remembered him. Obviously you would have.

"Hey..." your words caught on your tongue and you laughed nervously, rising almost on impulse to reach out your hand "They were talking about you a lot here..." you tried to joke, afraid of looking like a fool but soon you felt your hearing being clouded by his soft laughter. Probably the most beautiful you had ever heard in your life.

"Leon Kennedy, a pleasure" he introduced himself, shaking your hand gently. Even in his touch you felt as if he didn't want to hurt you, as if he had used the slightest of strength to shake you in greeting "I hope they said nice things" he joked back.

"Hi, likewise the pleasure is mine" you softened your voice as you introduced yourself, and God, you felt the mockery in Officer Jones' gaze, since when were you such a form? If it had been anyone else a simple greeting would have been enough, but you felt you didn't want to take your presence away from him. "Well, you know how they are here, they didn't even deign to tell me your name, I really started to believe your name was 'rookie'" suddenly you noticed that his face turned as red as a tomato and his hands separated with some denial, you could even assure that he had noticed your doubt when doing so. For God's sake.

But before the embarrassment was too obvious Jones laughed outrageously again "Oh, Kennedy you look pathetic" he said and Leon frowned in confusion, making you bite your lip to hold back a giggle "I guess you will see each other often, the young lady studies here because her father is stubborn to accept that she is already a young college girl who can walk on her own" she denied and put her hands on her hips, while tapping the floor with her shoes.

"Oh, Jones, try to understand him. It's only my first year" you jokingly scold, sitting back down "Welcome Leon, I hope you feel comfortable in Raccoon City. It's really nice here."

'Oh, relax, I've seen enough of you to know that Raccoon City has the most beautiful view of all' thought Leon, feeling like a teenager again for having such cheesy thoughts. Cheesy and hormonal.

Soon they said their goodbyes, Jones hurrying the blond to go change into his uniform and start glancing at the paperwork waiting for him on his desk. Leon hadn't seen so much paperwork since the time he had to prepare for his final exam to graduate from high school.

However, he couldn't help visit your desk with his eyes whenever he could. Sometimes concentrating on the sheets, sometimes sighing because you didn't understand something, and sometimes talking to some officer who joked with you or asked you how things were going. Apparently they had known you since you were little, as he learned, since your father was well known in town for being the head of the department; and the affection was noticeable among the cadets, who made a point of wishing you luck in your exams before leaving for some job where they were required for days at a time. Leon felt jealous of them, they had had the joy of seeing you for years, days and days where they could share your presence. He really envied them.

Leon would love to say that the goofy feeling in his eyes when he saw you was only for a couple of days and then he could concentrate properly on his work. But that would be a lie. And every time they seemed to run into each other more and more at the station. Like that time Leon decided to make himself a coffee in the break area, he had been too deep in research at his desk and it wasn't just his butt that was starting to bother him.

"Fuck, they didn't train me to avoid back pain" he complained to himself, putting the water on the electric kettle at his side to heat up. He carefully placed the coffee in the mug he had been given as a gift when he became a policeman.

"Oh, you beat me" he heard a soft little voice and felt all his aches and pains go away. There you were again. "I wanted to put some water to drink some tea" you laughed, denying as you approached with a pink cup in your hands.

"I-I've put enough water in!" he almost sounded a bit rushed to say that, making you laugh on the way "It'll suffice for both of us" he soothed, noticing your look of compression at his words. Seriously Leon was like a silly puppy. You stood next to him and began to prepare the infusion "And.... is everything going well with your studies?" he asked, clearing his throat as he folded his arms and leaned gently against the marble table.

"Mhm... I could say yes" a smile played across your lips, but you soon sighed "But it's complicated, I thought Freud would talk about more things than just why you're a terrible person for being raised defectively by your parents" you joked, glancing sideways with a smile playfully. Leon looked like he couldn't hold back a laugh, throwing his head back.

"I understand you, I thought I'd be solving my first case by now but the truth is getting more tedious than I imagined" he spoke complicitly, looking at you as he smiled, he seemed as comfortable with your presence as you were with his stay. It felt good to have someone close to your age who seemed to understand you.

"In fact, you seem very focused, looking at papers and writing on your notebook or computer" you had practically admitted to watching him from the privacy of your desk but you couldn't help the comment, it was endearing how he frowned in despair when the dots didn't seem to match and he had to go back and reread everything one more time. As adorable as now that his ears were as red as the apple he was devouring in the morning (very cute too) and his hands were nervously playing with the zipper of the jacket with his officer's badge. It should be illegal, however ironic, to look that good in uniform.

"Oh! Look at the water" he laughed nervously once the sound of the heater alerted them that the water was already at its indicated point, turning it off. Nerves were on edge inside the blond as he held you close, having to watch you carefully for fear of something happening to you, missing some event in your life "Let me, I'll put it in, we don't want you to burn yourself..." a soft voice came from him, deep and careful as he poured the water carefully into the cup.

"Thank you, Leon" he almost staggered the water filled device in his hands, hearing his name said in your voice with that soft and cute yet sensual and determined tone that made his hairs twitch as a jolt of electricity melted through his body. You were so close, with your arms touching, making the size difference between the two of you more evident; even though Leon wasn't exaggeratedly tall, his body was thick and strong. You felt yourself going crazy as the seconds passed. "Hey... I made you something..." you seemed more shy now, without any hint of the confidence you had since you entered the room. You played with your fingers and before you wanted to think about it too much, you looked for something in your backpack that you left there along with the other people's things "Look, I don't know if you're a fan of sweets but I wanted to leave you this little detail" you let out a nervous giggle and handed her a little bag decorated with a blue bow that you had prepared the day before. They were heart-shaped chocolate and vanilla cookies. Now you felt it had been too much, but before you could apologize or excuse yourself for that detail, Leon was about to choke on his coffee.

"Are you serious?" his gaze lit up, he set the cup aside trying to compose himself (and not feel so foolish) as he took the cute little bag in his hands.

"Yeah, I didn't know if you liked chocolate or vanilla better so I made you both..." a shy tone came through again, you were trying to ignore how hot your cheeks were not knowing that Leon wanted to hug you and kiss them softly. You were completely unaware of the way the blond's heart was shrinking and he had the need to squeeze you until you were soaked with his love. It was too much to hold in his body.

"You're the best, I don't think I've tasted homemade cookies in years" Leon praised, not wanting to open the bag just to admire the way you had decorated it with that blue bow, ignoring now that you based your choice of color on his beautiful eyes.

"I'll take it into account to bring you more often" now you could speak with more composure, taking your cup and smiling at him before walking to the exit door "See you, Leon" you gently raised your hand to greet him, leaving the room as if you were a ghost.

"Yeah, see ya..." he murmured softly, resting the baggie gently against his chest in an attempt to frame that moment not only in his head, but in his heart as well.

From that moment on the little details became more common between the two of them. The greetings and little jokes in the morning when you passed by before going to college with your father, the little bags of candy or cookies that you would leave on Leon's desk with little notes of encouragement like 'you can do it', 'have a nice day' or 'Officer Kennedy sounds really good'. You were making it really hard for Leon to relieve those feelings for you and you, on your side, were feeling more and more that those looks and smiles you were sharing were too much for your heart. Especially because you noticed how uncomfortable Leon was, always tense when spoken to and afraid to say anything wrong. But with you he always seemed determined, at your side as if something was going to happen to you and he, always attentive, would drop everything and come to your rescue. Like the time when a man came like crazy to complain about an administrative problem and before even wanting to approach to help (as was common in his person), he preferred to stay in front of your desk, looking at the intruder with distrust and some reluctance.

Those little details made you fall for him more and more. It wasn't what he said or didn't say, what he gave you or didn't give you; it was that way of taking care of you and always keeping you in mind. Would he have a coffee? He always took care to leave water ready for you in the electric kettle, and if he had you by his side, he would serve you tea so that 'you wouldn't burn yourself by accident'. Did he have a job outside? Once he arrived at the station after hours out, he would come running to greet you if you were there, asking you if everything was going well, how your day had been. And if he noticed you were stressed, he'd throw out his silly jokes and support you and listen to whatever you needed. Fucking hell. He was too perfect to be real.

"Kennedy? That was your last name, right?" your father perched next to his desk after leaving his office, the blond stood up quickly and nodded stiffly, attentive to his commands.

"Dad! I told you I can go alone, for God's sake!" you groaned in embarrassment, tugging at his coat sleeve. You had been insisting all morning that someone bring you to the college since he would be busy; you hated it when he treated you like you were a silly teenager. And especially when he had to pester Leon to take you; you were sure he had more interesting things to do than escort his boss's 'spoiled' daughter to the university.

"I'm sorry, Leon, I really tried to get him to let me go alone..." the sorrow was in your voice, he had started the patrol car a few seconds ago and was driving very carefully, not before asking you to put on your seatbelt. As always, an angel.

"Hey, this is my job too" he smiled in an attempt to make you take it as something common for him. You knew it wasn't, but the way he treated you with care considering how you felt made your chest warm "Besides, it helps if I go out for some fresh air" he joked.

"Thanks...makes me feel less guilty" you sighed in relief and shook your head, looking sideways at him "Although, I'm sure it's not your job to drive girls to their places of study, is it?" you laughed now looking out the window.

"Well, even if my job from now on was to be your driver, believe me I'd gladly take it" he said it so matter-of-factly that you felt your legs swoon and you were thankful you were sitting down so that one didn't become embarrassing. You found it hard to believe that he wasn't being his usual shy self, but sometimes his words managed to surprise you. You even felt some disappointment when the patrol car stopped, since they had finally arrived at your university; even for the first time in your life you didn't feel that sense of disturbance at arriving in a police car and being seen by everyone. You wanted to stay there until they were forced to get off, you didn't want to get away from him.

"Thank you, Leon... really" you spoke with sincerity in your words, even when you saw him smile naturally and in the same way you leaned over and left a soft kiss on his cheek, opening the door before he could say anything "See you in the afternoon, take care" you went downstairs trying not to stumble and closed the door behind you, walking quickly. You didn't know if you were running away from what you just did, but you definitely didn't regret it.

Especially since you left a flushed and statuesque Leon with his hands still glued to the steering wheel. He hadn't expected that, he didn't even anticipate it but....

But it had been the best feeling of his whole fucking life.

[diarylogbook08]

Ateez as Dads #5 : Yeosang, our national dobermann x maltese boy who gives 🕊️calm, composed, secretly soft-core dad energy🕊️

Hi Atinys ~ How y'all doing today ? Today we're keeping the ATEEZ Dad AU series polls rolling~ So far we’ve had the Matz duo and both maknaes already up, you can find links to their poll right at the end of this post. But now it's time to cast vostes for the savage visual king himself: Mr. Stone-Face-On-Camera but secretly-owns-a-snack-drawer-for-every-kid 😌

• Girl dad — braids hair better than a professional stylist, quietly supports her villain arc, glitters everywhere, hosts watercolor tea parties, weaves flower crowns from backyard blooms.

• Boy dad — gets way too competitive over Mario Kart, learns a suspicious amount of magic tricks, insists his son master skateboarding by 6, flies drones in the park like it’s a military mission.

• Both — Balances tea parties and gaming tournament in one afternoon, their lunchboxes have origami notes and swears he hears the fairies whispering.

• Most likely to adopt-a-dinosaur-as-a-pet-like-Dad — either raises pets, like they are his sons, anything unfamiliar and completly random (like racoons)... Or even just fills up the house with plants ? Who knows ?

🧙‍♂️ Cast your spell—um, vote—before Yeosang levitates your couch to the next dimension!👇👇

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[lokorum]

You're one of my favorite artists (I absolutely love your art style) and I'm so so so happy for all the Enver Gortash art you've created. It's the perfect marriage of two of my favorite things! 💕

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAh oh my gooooooooshhh so its 3am, and i rrrrreally should go to sleep but i cant i cant leave without answering to your ask because aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *spend whole english vocabulary describing oc traumas and now absolutely braindead but* thank you so much!! for your kind-kind words!! your ask made me happy beyond measure and tho i wanted to go smoke and sadly stare into the horizon while thinking about durge - im now gonna smile like an idiot! scaring my neighbors!!!while also thinking sad thought about durge thats not gonna change ever phphph 

still cant believe our little community dedicated to love making fun of this stinky racoon is so cool and supportive and full of beautiful creations and wonderful people i just lckjfglksdjfld every time i open gortash tag i forget about everything and just dive into other people's tav\durge drama with him and like IM LIVING FOR IT!! so hope you too enjoy being here - and if you'd ever want to share your thoughts and headcanons - oh youre sooooooo welcome!!!! 

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(KNY) You, Shibou. I, Kokoro: Daughter of Ōkami (I'll Scorch The Sun)

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(YSIK SIDE-STORY)

Glass shattered and spread upon the floor, Shards like sand dusting the floors.

The servants had long since been sent home, Either by demand or their own common sense. From the overturned furniture, Holes punched in the walls like lotto tickets. The entire house was absolutely destroyed, Resembling that of the wreckage of a bombing site.

The man sat keeled over on the floor, Grey strands in his hair were messed like a racoons nest. His fallen form was only visible by the outlines of the ever-present sun in the sky, The rest of the house was shadowed by night.

He was alone now, His chosen wife dead just a year to the day now. The servants gone, The village-people too terrified to even interact with their decided leader anymore, His sanity withering with his youth.

Now it was just him and the sun, The evening-glow casting an orange hue over him. It didn't speak nor spare a word to him, Just looked down upon his wretched grace. Amaterasu, She taunted him.

He searched throughout the rubble of his furniture, The wreckage of his house. Fallen wood and broken rock, Desperately, Feverishly looking for that golden feather that reflected his patron goddess' grace.

Weathered hands, Scrounging and scrapping through everything. Drool running down his chin, Ravenous just for that feather.

But he stopped once he saw the shape on the far wall, The one cast from the wide open door right behind him.

It was a silhouette.

His hands finally stopped searching through the rubble, He raised to his knees. He wiped saliva dribbling down his chin with the sleeve of his ragged yukata.

He wasn't surprised, No, He had been waiting for this for a long time.

"..You've returned.. After all this time.." He spoke out, The mans voice was raspy like he hadn't drunken a drop in months. Gravelly as he turned his head to the side, Getting the appearance of his daughter in his vision.

[F/N], She stood dead in the doorway like his promised reaper. Her back greeted the sun, Making the face meeting him go completely unseen. But even though he wasn't able to see her expression, He knew that it was boiling hot.

As scorching as the sun.

She didn't answer, He knew she wouldn't. He wobbled onto a single knee, Almost drunkenly he got up to his feet. The man stared at her, And she stared back. The sound of the village far-off echoed all the way out here.

Laughter, Children laughing, That's what he could hear. And if he listened close enough, It almost sounded cruel. Vindictive, Vicious and sadistic. It was near vengeful.

And it sounded directed at him.

He snarled.

"H-Have you came back to taunt me..? To watch me in my misery?" He asked with venom raising in his voice, Stumbling towards her figure. "Or have you come to put me out of it..? Have you come to kill me, Girl?"

His voice quivered when it spoke, Staring at the young girl, Almost waiting for her next move. His breath hitched once he saw her hand slowly, Meticulously reach into the dragon blue of her haori.

It fished out an object, Raising it high for him to get a good look.

His eyes widened.

A pristine feather of red, One that burned bright within the sun. 

"H-How did you-"

"This feather." [F/N] finally spoke, Her voice resonating through the estate. She stepped back once he tried to grasp at the plume, Getting just out of reach. "This is what you're looking for, Right?"

"Hand it over.. Give it to me..-!" The man hissed, Hands itching to try and get that divine feather from her hands.

"No. I've decided to keep it from now on." [F/N] said "As much as I hate to refer to ourselves as this.. As family, I've decided that it's time you pass it on to me as your next of kin, Considering this is a heirloom and all.." "You are not worthy of such a gift, You are not worthy..!"

"What about my other siblings? Did they not deserve it too?"

Stepping forward, The suns light finally hit her face.

The man felt himself stutter once he saw her expression finally lit up by the burning sun, His eyes widening.

Her expression contained nothing but ire, Staring at him dead in the eyes with disgust pumping through her veins. Even so, It was steady, Steeled with a glare that made him want to get on his knees and weep. But instead his hands shook, His face contorting in anger.

"So.. You really did come back here just to taunt me, Didn't you.." He spat as he watched her tuck the feather back into her haori, Eyes never leaving him for a second. The mans fingers itched to try and snatch it away from her, He barely held it back.

The sun shined higher in the sky, Burning hotter than before. She looked at him with such unadulterated hate, Such boiling rage on such an apathetic expression. The man felt himself wretch, Felt himself want to run away from such wrath.

She snarled, Shaking her head.

"Do you feel nothing for what you've done? Nothing at all?" [F/N] asked, Tilting her head. "When you sliced the necks of my little siblings, Did you feel anything at all?"

"It had to be done, To carry on my lineage.. Letting weak progeny run around would have done nothing for this family.. For this bloodline to continue on with the power given to us by The Gods!" The man rasped, Voice desperate as he silently pleaded with her.

[F/N]'s face contorted into anger at his words, His explanation not even barely enough to sympathise with him.

"I will not be having children." [F/N] announced, Slowly her eyes narrowed on him. "My younger brother that I ran away with years ago, He.. He will not have any children either. Your bloodline will end with us, This so called 'gift' will never pass on again.."

Tears began to build in the corner of his eyes, His heart beginning to crumble from her words.

"Y-You're insane." The man whispered. 

"I'm free." [F/N] corrected.

Her eyes burned into his, Venom dripping in her voice.

"After everything, All of your efforts have gone to waste. Your wife is dead, Your servants have abandoned you and the heir you wanted so badly is nowhere to be found.. You're a broken man, Worth nothing more than the change in my pocket." [F/N] said lowly, Her look matching her words.

"Quiet..!" The man snapped, Though his voice began to shake as he stared at her. "You should have died out there, You should have just perished.. Just like the rest of those kids.."

"But I didn't." [F/N] replied. "I survived. Somehow, I always do." 

The man stumbled back from her, His world beginning to crumble around him. His legs began to shake, Barely holding him up as he tried to supress tears boiling in the corners of his eyes.

Everything he's worked for, Everything he had sacrificed-

It was all gone, Completely and utterly gone.

"You know, The locals always did say that we never seemed related." [F/N] spoke out suddenly, Cocking her head to the side. "On the rare occasion you ever did let me out, They'd always be suprised when I told them we were related. Always comment that we never did seem alike, And I'm glad about that."

"Monster- You're a fucking monster, A freak- A-A kid that I should have disposed of when they were born." The man spat, His face contorted in anguish as he looked at what became of the girl before him.

She stepped forward with a glint in her eyes, Sword in hand.

"I am a monster, But I'd rather die a million times over if it meant I'd never lower myself to your level." [F/N] spat, Staring down at him with disgust burning in her eyes. He couldn't take his eyes off it, How she looked at him like he was nothing but dirt.

Another step, The grip on her sword tightening.

And in that moment, The man knew that she was not just here to taunt him.

"[F/N].. " The man whispered, His eyes growing wide as he stumbled back into the shadows of his house. "P-Please, [F/N].. I'm your father, You can't kill me. You can't- We can talk about this just put the sword down.." Her eyes narrowed at her name.

"From day one you were never my father, Understand? You were nothing but a fucking warden." [F/N] hissed lowly, Approaching him. "I am the Daughter of Inari, Not yours. The only thing I have left to say to you- Is to shut up and die quietly."

His heart thundering as she unsheathed the nichirin of her blade, Words choking his throat as if the noose was already 'round it. He stammered back, Yelping out once his foot got caught in part of the wreckage in the room. 

He hit the rubble with a crash, Head spinning yet [F/N] didn't stop walking towards him. The sword in her hand was like a scythe in skeletal palms, Approaching him quicker, The man could only weep.

Tears now streamed down his face, Burning at his cheeks like the sun scorching his skin. Even now as she stood above him, Glorified in the evening's revival could he finally see the wrath of his patron for the first time.

Amaterasu, She lived in her.

"For all of my siblings, This is for them.. Burn in hell, Masaru."

[F/N]'s sword raised, Sunlight burning in the blade.

Masaru's eyes closed, And he couldn't help but lean in.

☆♡☆

It was days after, Just as the sun broke over the horizon did the locals finally notice what was wrong.

There had been no word from their town head in ages. Naturally, Rumours had spread even before then from the servants that were employed there. Apparently they had been dismissed without further notice, Told not to show up again tomorrow.

Whispers were said from farmer to merchant. About the man meant to govern their town, About how he was said to be going mad. It was a well known fact at this point, Ever since his wife died, It was only natural that he'd get a bit.. Upset.

But it was just that. Rumours. Simple talk that meant nothing.

But it was only when his decapitated body washed up on the shore of the riverbank, Did it really turn into anything more.

The village went into uproar, Terror flooding through the people. Their town head was murdered, Slaughtered by some unknown figure. Who could have done this?! Who could have killed him?!

Men were sent up to examine his house only to find that the estate was trashed, Wrecked in every room. The walls had holes punched in them, Furniture in pieces. It was a horror show inside, Blood splattering the front entrance that had been left open.

His head was found impaled on one of the garden wall spikes outside, Eyes closed and mournful as they looked out over the garden. 

But it was when one of the men searched through the quarters of his dead wife, Did they find something truly interesting.

A diary with the name of his wife listed on the front. Inside it detailed events that made the man who dared to open it near puke, Listing off dates and complaints that the wife had throughout her marriage.

Including the kids, Whose blood was running through the river.

The same river that the culprit was tossed into.

The motive behind the murder became clear after that. Who it could've been- A disturbed servant, A local who had found out the truth- Nobody knew who it truly was, And it was almost as if they all collectively decided to just.. Turn a blind eye.

It was time they had found a new town head anyways.

The decapitated body was taken off the shore, Dragged away to be cremated with his ashes tossed town the mountain. The locals became much more apathetic to the care of said body once the news came out about what he had done for years.

As the men began to drag his mangled corpse away, No one was there to mourn him. No friends nor family shed a tear over his death, None were left anyways. It was a silent affair, No noise was made over his passing. Not a single sound.  

But if they listened close-

-They could hear the triumphant laughter of children as the body was taken away.

[ghxstyfae]

Heart Eyes ♡ J.B Routledge × Mentally Ill Kook

Warnings: manipulation, paranoid schizophrenia, anxiety, obsessive gf, knife play, spanking, overstim, edging, NOT x reader, daddy kink, casual dominance, etc

Laufey met John B when she was snooping through the cut and probably chasing a raccoon through the forest

JJ and John B stopped her and asked her what she was doing there. It was pouring raininag out and tensions w/ the kooks and pogues are at an all time high

She was wearing a trashy y2k inspired fit, and her her was very long and sorta wavy/curly, neither of the boys recognized her

She told them she got into an argument with her now ex boyfriend Rafe (she of course used some very ***interesting*** words to describe him) and jumped out of his car, then walked into a park, found a raccoon and has been chasing it ever since

"We cant just leave her out here in the rain" "bro shes a kook? What if shes undercover" (jb and jj to eachother, whispering like idiots)

By the time the look back up for Laufey, She has caught the racoon and is now carefully(?) womanhandling it into submission.

Now shes walking back to the chateau beside JB, holding her new raccoon friend all "youre really handsome you know... could kill a girl with that smile" Just openly flirting w him, Jj laughing his ass off behind them

"Oh yeah im sure pretty girl, did you get hurt in the forest? You're bleeding" of course hes just going straight into daddy mode. She just laughs it off "The raccoon bit me when we tussled. Its okay i have antibiotics for rabies at home just in case... you single?" "Jesus fuck. Mhm"

When they got back home, JJ made himself food and John B took Laufey back to find a change of clothes.

"This hoodie'll be big on you but'll fit. You can try these pajama pants" handing her one of his few hoodies and womens pajama pants.

"Why do you have girls pants. I thought you were single" "getting jealous pretty girl?" "Yes."

And he was kinda hooked from that conversation. He knew it probably wasnt good or sane, but he liked the claim she felt she had in him after barely knowing eachother

Maybe it comes from his own traumas, but he adores feeling needed and wanted.

They clicked very quickly, not doing anything inherently romanatic or sexual for weeks/months, just flirting and a lot of clingyness.

The pogues got use to her being around, not that they rlly had a choice because she wouldnt seperate herself from JB.

I imagine very early into their friendship, she explained a bit about her history to him, and that connected them even more. He wanted to be there for her

Laufey grew up in a pretty rich household with three older siblings. Her mother passed away and her father was extremely abusive growing up. He doesn't physically abuse her or any of her siblings now, but the damage has been done.

When she was 13 she was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. At that point she was sent off to a mental institution by her father (in her eyes to "get rid of her")

She explained to Jb that they shouldnt be friends, and she would eventually hurt him, she didnt want that

He didnt care, in a nearly toxic way the didnt care if he got hurt, he wanted her selfishly.

When they finally do get together, they are 4lifers

Laufey is absolutely obbsessed w him

He likes to do little things to take care of her, especially things that help take a bit of stress off her and make her faily life easier

Like brushing her hair and doing it in the mornings, picking out her outfits, making her food and making sure she eats, making sure she takes her meds and picking up the prescriptions, etc, etc.

Some nights are really rough. Its not all sunshine and rainbows especially after Laufey had her first big breakdown while dating him.

It started when she was left alone, and she got carried away even when he came back to her, tryning his best to ground her but instead she just called her dad and guilt trapped him into sending her enough money to buy herself a house to get an apartment on the cut with, and hid herself away in it for a weekish.

Jb realized he needed to take better care of her, he became more intune with her emotions and began to know her mind better then she did.

On rougher nights he would take of her makeup, change her clothes, wash her hair, hide her pills in food, brush her teeth for her, anything she needs

He needs it too tbh. He needs the feeling of being wanted.

Following him around everywhere, on all his adventures without a care in the world for her own safety.

Even when he tells her (in his stern daddy voice) that she'd better stay home and let him go on this one alone, because it would be so unsafe for her

Laufey of course ignored all his warnings, ("you'll take care of me daddy!!") hid herself in his boat, and sneaking up behind him once they were far enough away from the harbour for him to not want to turn back.

She got herself a spanking right then and there (although she enjoyed it)

When they finally go back home in the safety of the chateau, he had come up with actual punishments for her, for whenever they'd be needed. He had learned that edging her, overstimulating her, spanking her, making her cockwarm him, all of those were just incentives to her.

Things like taking away her vibrator, or not letting her wear any of his clothes for a bit, not doing her hair for her, etc

Speaking of incentives, he also has those set for her. The list os mostly things he wouldnt usually do, that make her horny asf.

Like cutting her, biting her (hard enough to draw blood), hunting her in the woods, etc, etc

Laufey adores fighting random cunts that try to hit on JB.

He has had to pull her off of many a drunk stranger at a party before she breaks their face

She actually almost fucked up jj on a bad night where be decided to fuck around and find out

He was drunk and making some stupid quips about some pogue girls checking Jb out. Saying that they were more "his type"

.......

Didnt go well for him😭😭💀

"I swear to god Johnathan if you even think about any of those other skanks id stab them in the kidneys"

And that just turns him on

Might add more to this later, let me know how you feel about her!!

[raccoonfallsharder]

Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟ updated 10/26

18+ only | rocket x oc | 17/26 Chapters | WIP | Word Count: pending.

girl falls first; racoon falls harder.

His head is down, and she can see the sullen set of his shoulders. Jolie sets Groot onto the floor gently, and he gallops over to his adopted father and climbs onto a couple crates next to Rocket to watch him while he works.  Should she say good morning? Will that just annoy him more? She’s hurt and scared, yes, and even a little annoyed in her more practical moments. But she reminds herself, again, that what this is really a result of - probably, mostly - is Rocket being frightened or wounded, and she doesn’t want him to be alone in that. But he doesn’t exactly look receptive right now. She chews her lip, then winces and shakes her head, and tries to distract herself by doing a quick check on the kitchen cabinets. Most of the dishware is anchored down in the built-in, padded racks that come standard-issue in ships these days, but a few of the plates are chipped on the edges, and one of the new glasses is cracked down the middle. She tosses the glass into the compressor.  All in all, the damage is less than she’d expected, and most things are salvageable. She hesitates, then heads to the hold, peering out into the forest, toward the spaceship Ego left behind.  Rocket doesn’t spare her a glance.

[NEW 10/26] ✧･ﾟ:*Chapter XVII. A Seedling. A Fox. A Little Girl. in which the party is divided.

lots of angst. healing isn't linear but rocket is in a much better position to come back from the consequences of his actions now than he was way back when they were on conjunction. unfortunately there's never enough time for these things, is there ~ ♡

General summary/notes + links to recently preceding chapters behind the cut. let me know via comment, message, or ask if you'd like to be added or removed from my fanfic taglist ♡

Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.

slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slow burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies). let me be real with you: this fic is really about wish-fulfillment. not just the eventual smut (but that too). mostly i just want someone to be nice to my best boy raccoon

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Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship.

Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron.

Chapter III. A Kindness. in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last.

Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food.

Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave.

Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units. in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course.

Chapter VII. I'm Here. in which we visit Knowhere.

Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets. in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.”

Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking.

Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice.in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way.

Chapter XI. Let It Be .in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost.

Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes.

Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm.

Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared.

Chapter XV: Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly.

Chapter XVI. Run. in which Rocket falls victim to his superstitions.

Chapter XVII. A Seedling. A Fox. A Little Girl. in which the party is divided.

Chapter XVIII. I Happen to Know a Guy. in which our heroes get fucked. Again. Still not in the good way.

Chapter XIX. He Was Loved. in which a planet is killed, a friend is made and lost, and nobody still has any frickin’ tape.

Chapter XX. Some Nerve. in which an ultimatum is given.

Chapter XXI.

Chapter XXII.

Chapter XXIII.

Chapter XXIV.

Chapter XXV.

Chapter XXVI.

Epilogue: Interviewing Rocket & Jo. ten years after Window ends. short/drabbly, silly fluff.

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[butterfly-headquarters]

Hello Hi! ₍₍ ◝(●˙꒳˙●)◜ ₎₎

---> Formerly sso-montana

I'm Kali, a 20 y.o., bisexual, german gremlin that has been playing sso since 2015. I use she/her pronouns and mainly post art of my oc, Montana Opalheart, or ramble about her lore. Sometimes I will complain about random things tho.

I would LOVE to actually be able to chat with people here but I am extremely shy and do not have the confidence to start conversations and if I somehow do I am terrified of messing it up sooo if you want to, feel free to send in asks or dm me (or ask me for my discord) ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

my main blog is @another-void-racoon and follows/likes come from there (￣ε￣)

some things about me (╯✧▽✧)╯

I love love loooove butterflies and the color purple and turquoise.

I casually do western riding and have been since I was ten (no competitions or anything like that, literally just riding lessons once a week lol)

I'm a cosplayer!

Flowers are really neat imo

In regards to sso I generally just take the lore pieces they give us, throw them in a bottle and violently shake it around until I like it.

Justin's mine now and I will not take anything sso decides to do with him serious.

The Montana Master Post link

last but not least my persona which is more or less based on what i look like irl (picrew here)

[dr-demi-bee]

(⭗ㅁ⭗;) AHH!! I walk away from tumblr for like 12 hours- !! Fuck okay I'll answer! But only because I love all three of you <( °^° )>

Here's 5 more things that make me happy-

My husband, the other Dr. D! 15 years bein' little dorks together, 6 of those married. He's my IRL Gale (sweet, witty, ingenious, great cook, hilarious especially to himself, etc, etc...)

My pupper! I literally would have lost my mind by now without her by my side.

Art - however I practice it. Writing, drawing, painting, crafting. All of it makes me feel accomplished and it's satisfying to get the *thing* out of my brain and into the world.

Tea. TEA. Sweet tea, fruity tea, flavored tea, iced tea, chai, bubble tea...

My woods - We have ~2 acres of heavily wooded land. And I really like just staring out at the greenery. Plus I have fun neighbors like owls, foxes, deer, racoons...

│˶˙ᵕ˙˶)꜆♡ ok ty ilu

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