#im sorry for cursing you guys with these awful drawings

[bidolatry]

before i go bed i need to- [explodes into 10000 pieces]

[joshhutchersonsgf]

I LOVED YOUR FIC so much!!!! would totally love to see a fic written in your style with a slightly possessive mike? maybe someone's flirted with you at the bar... or an ex has hit you up and he's trying to hide how possessive he is but it comes out anyway? protective/posessive mike just makes my brain go BRRRRRRRRRRR <33

I LOVE THIS SUGGESTION SO MUCH, THANK YOU !!!

also i’m so sorry this took so long to post, it took way longer than expected to write

nsfw | mdni | fem!reader | jealousy | soft!dom/possessive!mike | cursing | praise | porn with plot | unprotected sex | cunnilingus

even though mike didn’t have much, he absolutely loved spoiling you. him constantly giving you gifts, taking you shopping (you always felt bad for making him buy you anything), and dates every free day he had wasn’t uncommon for your relationship.

even if the dates weren’t anywhere expensive, most nights just spending the night and cuddling while watching movies, you enjoyed every moment with mike. he knew exactly how to treat you, and he was such a gentleman.

tonight, mike wanted to show you how much he really cared about you (as if it wasn’t obvious enough) and saved up every extra penny he could to take you out to your favorite restaurant.

he adored seeing your face light up when he told you the plan, and watched as you hurriedly rushed to your room to get ready.

when you came out of your room finally dressed, mike stared at you in awe. “baby, you look.. you look so beautiful” he says, eyes wide and fumbling with his hands awkwardly.

you thought it was always so cute how nervous mike got around you. you guys have been dating for a while now, but he still is just as nervous with you as he was at the beginning of the relationship.

you weren’t shy to admit how amazing mike looked. he had on a black button up with nice, formal pants. his hair looks like he styled it (or tried to), and you thought it was adorable. you smiled widely at him, going over and pulling on his arm.

“come onnnn we’re gonna be late!” you say, pulling him to the front door.

you and mike arrive at the restaurant, and are seated fairly quickly. mike offers to buy you two a drink before your orders are taken, and you happily agree.

when the waiter comes by to take your order, mike notices how weird he’s acting with you. mike usually pays no mind to men like him, knowing his girlfriend is obviously a beautiful woman and expected her to get attention. but something was different about him. the waiter wasn’t just trying to take your order, he was obviously flirting with you right in front of him! how could you not realize?

after the waiter is done “just taking both of your orders”, mike has this expression on his face.

“what?” you ask, completely oblivious to what could have caused the look on mike’s face.

“are you joking? that guy was obviously just flirting with you.” he mumbles, his eyes looking a darker shade in the lighting of the restaurant.

you can’t help but laugh at mikes reaction, not expecting to see him so jealous. in fact, now that you’re thinking about it, you have never seen mike jealous. why was he suddenly so upset?

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, mike. it’s his job to talk to us.” you say, not breaking eye contact. mike furrows his eyebrows, and looks at you for a moment, a mix of anger and confusion on his face.

“did you really not notice that he was only talking to you? he barely even looked at me when he asked what i wanted, he was too busy being completely memorized by you.” he says, louder than he meant to.

you stare at him, completely dumbfounded. you never thought he would be so jealous over a simple conversation. i mean it was just a simple conversation, right? why would that guy flirt with you? you were sure he just wanted some extra money.

“look, mikey, im really sorry. let’s not let this ruin our night, okay?” you whisper, not wanting to draw any attention to your table.

mike sighs and looks down, realizing he hurt you. he would never hurt you on purpose, of course. he just got upset. how could a guy just flirt with his girl right in front of him? he looks back up to meet your gaze, giving you a soft smile.

it was hard for mike to communicate his true feelings, he wanted to apologize, and you knew that. you returned his smile and dinner continued on like normal.

mike always tried his best for you. you knew how stressed he was, always thinking that he wasn’t enough, so you had to constantly reassure him that the dinner was perfect. his cheeks didn’t change from a light shade of pink, and you thought it was the cutest.

when the waiter brought the bill, though, you seriously thought mike was going to flip the table. the waiter handed you the receipt, but mike grabbed it before you did, taking it from the waiters grasp. mike looked down at the bill and cocked an eyebrow. he looked up at the waiter and before he could say anything, you cut him off.

“—mike please, just leave it. let’s go home.” you beg, already putting your stuff in your bag and standing up.

mike crinkled the bill in his hand and slowly stood up, not breaking eye contact with the waiter. the tension in the room was so thick, you felt as if you were suffocating. you quickly grabbed mike’s hand and thanked the waiter, telling mike to pay so you could just leave.

after mike paid the bill, you both walked back to the car. you were gripping his hand, reminding him that you did not want him to show out today. before you could even get to the car, mike pulled your arm back, stopping you from going any farther.

“what?” you say with an annoyed tone. when you look up to meet his eyes, you suddenly feel nervous you said the wrong thing. mike’s eyebrows are furrowed, and his face looks hurt in the dark light of the parking lot.

“what?” mike retorts, before looking back and the ground. he takes his hand away of yours and shoves them in the pockets of his suit pants, continuing to walk in the direction of the car.

“mike, can you stop for five seconds and explain to me what the fuck happened?” you whisper-yell, nervous people will hear you two fighting outside the restaurant.

mike stops in his tracks and slowly turns around, still staring at the ground.

“the bill had his number written on it.” he says under his breath, barely audible.

“what?” you question, genuinely not understanding.

“the bill had his fucking number on it.” mike says, more aggressively this time.

“so?” you ask, not seeing what the big deal about it is.

“he wanted you to call him,” he spits back at your words.

“the bill said that?” you question.

“why do you have to ask so many questions about it? do you want him that bad?” mike snapped, taking his hands out of his pockets and running them through his hair. his face was red, and he looked so stressed.

“mike, do you even hear yourself? you know i don’t like him. i don’t like anyone but you. just because someone’s nice to me doesn’t mean they like me. can you please just drive us home? i’m so over your bullshit.” you argued. you had no idea what’s gotten into mike, but it was really worrying you.

you walked to the car and opened the door, not even bothering to look back and see if he was following behind you. you got inside the car and buckled your seat belt, and mike got in not too long after.

most of the car ride home was in complete silence. you looked out the window while mike drove (definitely over the speed limit, but you were too upset to scold him about it).

only a few minutes into the ride, you feel mike’s hand snake up your thigh. that’s usually where his hand is while he’s driving anyway, but you didn’t expect him to want to touch you while he was in this mood.

the silent car ride gave you time to actually collect your thoughts and think even though it was hard to form thoughts when mike’s hand was on your thigh. although you don’t think you were in the wrong, you definitely think you could have handled it much better. but did mike have to get so angry? and why did it bother him as much as it did? you never thought your boyfriend would be that upset over a guy flirting with you.

when you pull into the driveway, mike just sits there for a second, only taking out the keys of the ignition then putting his hand right back on your thigh. you wondered if this was one of his ways to apologize.

after what felt like hours sitting in the silence of his car, you finally decide that if neither of you do something, you will be sitting here for a whole lot longer.

you gather your stuff and open the door, slamming it hard. you winced at the sound, thinking mike would tell you off, but he just sat in the car, deep in thought. you kind of wished he would get out after you, apologizing and beg for your forgiveness, but you knew he would be more stubborn than that.

before you can even shut the door, mikes shoe sticks in between the crack of the door. you open it back again slowly, and when mike walks in after you, you don’t get very far before he (lightly) pushes you up against the wall. you gasp, your heart beginning to race in your chest. mike’s hands grab your waist, and pulls himself closer towards you.

his mouth is only inches away from yours, and suddenly you’re forgetting all about the argument only minutes earlier. you’re nervous for his next move, so you decide to just close the gap between the both of you. you felt his breath hitch against you.

you can’t deny how badly you’ve wanted to kiss him all night. he looked so good when he dressed up. you always thought he looked hot but seeing him try on his appearance never fails to have you falling for him all over again.

mike deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, and when you part your lips and gasp, he takes that as his chance to stick his tongue inside.

mike loved being gentle with you, you were his perfect girl after all, and he didn’t want to hurt you in any way. but tonight, mike wanted to show you that you were his. no one else could have you.

mike pulled away from your lips and latched onto your neck, swirling his tongue and sucking on your sweet spot, not missing any moan that came out of your mouth.

while mike was marking up your neck, you begin to run your fingers through his hair. you knew how much he loved it, and you wanted him to know you were enjoying this. you couldn’t even remember why you were ever upset with him in the first place. how could you be upset with a man that knew how to make you feel so good?

while you were lost in thought, mike put his knee between your legs, pinning you against the wall. before you could say anything, mike went back up to your mouth and started kissing you again, more needy this time.

without thinking, you began to roll your hips down on mike’s knee, moaning against his mouth. mike it take full control of the kiss now, bringing his hands up to hold your boobs.

“fuck, mike,” you moan against his lips, and he starts to fondle your boobs through your clothes. wanting more, you grab his hand and bring it down between your legs, begging for his touch.

“you needed my touch that much, angel?” he questions, almost taunting you. you whine in response, but that only makes it worse, as he hasn’t even touched you yet. he only begins running his hand up and down your thigh, stopping right before he gets where you need it most.

he goes back to what he was doing and continues kissing your neck and collar bones, leaving marks that you know you’ll have to hide tomorrow.

mike finally puts his hand on you, feeling how wet you are through your underwear.

“shit, baby. you’re so wet,” he mumbles against your collarbone, slowly circling your clit with his fingers. you start bucking your hips into his hand, subtly telling him you need more.

mike begins circling your clit quicker with his middle and ring finger, and you’re already coming undone.

mike takes his hand out from between your legs and turns you around, unzipping your dress slowly. he continues to kiss the back of your neck, leaving lingering kisses on your upper back. his antagonizing pace causes you to whine, and he stops unzipping your dress completely. “are you impatient baby?” mike asks, his breath tickling your neck.

“please hurry mike, i don’t want to wait any longer.”

mike takes off your dress and flips you back around, not wasting any time to immediately start kissing you again. mike pulls you off the wall and takes his hands off your hips, moving backwards trying to find the couch. when his hand touches the cushion, he pushes you down onto it and crawls over you.

“don’t know how badly i’ve wanted to do this,“ mike says, kissing down your body until he got where you needed it most. “can i please eat you out baby? wanna show you how much you mean to me” he begs.

no matter how many times you guys did anything even remotely sexual, mike would always make sure you were okay with it. even though he knew you would say yes, he felt like he had to check with you to make sure everything was okay first.

after you give him a yes, he wasted no time pulling your underwear down.

earlier, he wanted to tease you. he wanted to take his precious time unzipping your dress, kissing your neck, kissing you. but now, he needed to taste you.

after pulling your underwear off your legs, he puts his face between them, and is inches away from your pussy.

“please, mikey.” you beg, anticipation in your voice.

like those were his magic words, he immediately dove in and started swirling his tongue around your clit.

your hands quickly go to his hair, lightly tugging on the ends. mike moans against your clit, flicking his tongue on it roughly.

“shit.. oh my god mike,” you moan loudly.

he started running his tongue up and down your folds, from your hole to your clit. you couldn’t control the moans that were coming out of your mouth, and you realized how lucky you were you both had the house to yourselves.

mike put his hands under your ass and pulled you closer to him, his nose directly on your sensitive bundle of nerves. you wrapped your legs around his head and tugged at his hair again, and he moaned against you. he moved one of his hands away from your ass and circled your hole with his middle finger. you bucked your hips up towards his hand, and he smiled against you.

“what do you want, baby?” mike questioned, knowing he was getting on your nerves.

“you know what i want, mike. please.” you begged, and he clearly didn’t take that as the right answer, because he didn’t do anything.

“hmm.. i don’t think i know what you want, you’ll have to use your words,” mike says, circling his tongue around your hole, where you desperately needed his fingers.

“shit, mike. i want your fingers inside of me. now.” you whine, hoping he shows mercy on you.

mike doesn’t want to torture you any longer, so he slowly (very slowly) slides his middle finger inside of you. he lets you adjust for a moment before curling it against your sensitive spot, and begins to lap your clit again.

mike gives you a time to adjust to his finger before adding a second, not going as slow this time. you arch your back against the couch and squeeze his head between your thighs. his name continuously falls from your lips, and you feel like you’re on cloud 9. with the feeling of his tongue on your clit with his fingers curling inside of you, its all just too much.

you feel your eyes begin to swell with tears due to the overstimulation. mike starts pumping his fingers in and out at a quickening pace, and your moans are only getting louder.

mike must realize your close, because he slowly stopped fucking you with his fingers and moves his mouth off your clit. the tears that were previously on the verge of falling ran down your cheeks, and you begged him to continue.

“i want you to cum on my dick, is that okay?” mike asks, making sure he has your consent.

you wondered if he thought you would ever really say no to that. you would never turn down the opportunity to have him inside of you, let alone after denying your orgasm.

“please, mike. you don’t know how much i need that.”

mike wastes no time pulling down his pants, causing his dick to come up and hit his stomach. he whimpered quietly at the impact, barely audible.

you sat up slightly on the couch and started unbuttoning mike’s button up while he jerked himself off.

“look at what you do to me,” mike says, indicating how hard his dick is. you looked down, and it looked beautiful. you weren’t sure if that was the right word to describe a dick, but you couldn’t think of a more fitting word for his. he was so big, and his dick was leaking precum at the tip. it was hard and throbbing, and you were practically drooling all over yourself just by looking at it.

“fuck,” mike moaned, “do you like what you see?” he says, smiling at you.

you bring your hand down to your clit, and start to touch yourself at the sight in front of you. he really did look so good. with his hand fisting his cock and shirt unbuttoned, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, you were sure you could cum from the sight alone.

“shit, baby, i need to be inside of you” mike says, and you both moan in unison.

mike lines his dick up with your hole, teasing you. he put his head in your neck and whined as he put his tip in. you sighed, feeling yourself stretch out to fit his length.

mike sat there for a moment with only his tip inside of you, breathing heavily against your neck.

“you’re so fucking tight.. jesus christ.” mike moans, pushing more inside of you. you will admit, the stretch hurt a lot. but it was a good hurt.

when mike was about halfway inside of you, he started to move his dick back and forth, slowly.

“mike— fuck, please don’t tease me.” you beg, desperate for his dick to be all the way inside of you, touching the spot inside of you that you needed to be touched most.

his thrusts were slow and sensual, and even though you loved how well he was stretching you out, you needed him. all of him. he continued his shallow thrusts into you, kissing your neck.

his lazy thrusts started getting more intense as he pushed all the way inside of you, completely bottoming out against you.

“you take me so, so well” mike whined against your skin. you moaned in reply, and hooked your legs behind his back, pulling him closer. he started humping into you at a quickening pace, and you arched your back off the couch.

“you feel—god, you feel so good inside of me, mike!” you moan loudly.

“no one can..fuck ..” mike starts, cutting himself off with a whine when he feels you clench around him. “no one can make you.. feel like this.. only me.” he grunts. he pushes himself up to where his forehead is against yours, lips almost touching.

“only you, mike.. god i—” he cuts you off with a kiss, and brings his hand up to your chest and starts to fondle one of your nipples. you put your hand against your pussy to rub fast circles on your clit.

you pull your mouth off his and look up at him. he looked so beautiful right now, you were in complete awe. his eyebrows were furrowed, and his bottom lip was between his teeth. his sweaty hair was curling against his forehead and he had tears at the brims of his eyelids.

“mike.. im gonna cum!” you whimper loudly, and he braces his hands on your waist. he thrusts fast and hard into you, and before you know it, you’re cumming on his dick. your orgasm hits like a wave, and you’re moaning so loud, you were sure the neighbors could hear. your back is arched off the couch and your legs are shaking against mike. your moaning his name like a prayer as you come down from your high, and not long after, mike is cumming too. he pulls out and cums all over you. your boobs, your stomach, your thighs, everywhere.

you both stay still for a moment, catching your breaths. mike sits up against the couch and grabs your hand.

“oh my god, that was amazing.” mike says before getting up to get a towel.

he comes back and immediately starts cleaning you up, wiping you from all of his (and your own) cum.

aftercare with mike was always heavenly. he would lay with you for a moment, allowing you to catch your breath, then get up and run a warm bath for the both of you. after that, you would lay in his arms until the both of you fell asleep. ♡

[txttletale]

"unspeakably racist inflation fetish willy wonka parody OSR module" im sorry WHAT

okay so

lamentations of the flame princess is a dime-a-dozen OSR game that was written by a guy who i'm pretty sure to this day defends

~ALLEGED~

serial rapist and predatory shithead zak s. it's not very good and all of its modules are pure reactionary dreck. blood in the chocolate was a lotfp module that won an ennie in 2017 despite being just genuinely horrifically racist and homophobic and using sexual assault for cheap shock value and also being willy wonka inflation porn. i mean to be clear i dont think that last thing is morally equivalent to any of the others but without it this would become a depressingly boring and happens-every-year 'OSR module contains spectacular racism, is applauded by industry' story.

you can read a detailed writeup of why it sucks so fucking much here (cw: sexual assault, racism, homophobia, probably more. it's real bad) but tldr it is about an evil fat latina lesbian sex predator who makes evil chocolate with the help of a tribe of enslaved evil cannibal "pygmies", who Very Cleverly parody the oompa loompas by just being the oompa loompas but way more explicitly racist. the way the evil chocolate works is it gives you horrible curses, most of which inflate you making you big and round. you know. like in willy wonka and the chocolate factory.

and like listen if you and your table of likeminded friends want to play inflationquest, the TTRPG about becoming big and round, all the more power to you. but this is all presented as if it is meant to be played for horror and it's some real piss wizard shit. also i cannot stress enough if you haven't clicked on the article i linked above it's incredibly racist. anyway it got an ennie and nobody noticed or cared until three years later when massif press (the lancer guys) were nominated for an ennie and then loudly withdrew their nomination because they didn't want to get an award from the organization that gave an award to this bullshit. rightfully so. but it's fucking ridiculous it took that to draw any attention to this. dreadful awful stuff

[crushpunchh-art]

Lilith is so special to me bcs she's like so complicated and I love every aspect of her character lol

Also love the way you express her guilt thru Ur art!!

I feel like not enough people explore that.

Like, Lilith spent 30 years in the cult, most of her life, and despite being a victim it also probably caused her to do horrible things, especially to loved ones (i.e. Eda), almost killing Luz (a child), and it left her morality to be very flawed especially in S1 and what we can assume was in-between her initiation and her leaving.

And imagine the guilt for her actions. Like yk she's just cringing at all the horrible things she did in the past, and the horrible things she let be done to her "for the greater good".

Hopefully this made sense :3

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES. ALL OF THIS EVERY SINGLE THING ABOUT THIS ASK. i feel like a lot of the time when people talk about lilith they act like its umm. a lot more black and white than it is? like either shes The Literal Devil (dont see this very often but theres this ONE GUY ON THE OWL HOUSE FANDOM WIKI.... endless entertainment watching them i promise you.) or Only a victim who Never did anything wrong.

like i love her BECAUSE shes garbage actually. she SUCKS in season 1. like obviously shes suffering but just. like. objectively? shes AWFUL. making fun of eda for her curse when She Caused it comes to mind. she SUCKED in s1! like, really badly! she kidnapped luz and was COMPLETELY unnecessarily menacing to gus and willow (girl chill out stop. you know damn well you could be handling this better) etc etc etc.

except also im like 90% sure she Knew she sucked. actually shes kind of the Leader of the Lilith Hater Squad. im not even sure its a case of flawed morals so much as a case of 'What Does It Matter? It's For The Greater Good'. / occasionally 'what the hell else am i supposed to do.' like does she KNOW shes doing awful things? oh totally. is she going to STOP? nope.

i would like to highlight. this part of your ask:

Like yk she's just cringing at all the horrible things she did in the past, and the horrible things she let be done to her "for the greater good".

lilith doormat truthers rise up. that woman lived under a man who hated her PERSONALLY for like 30 years. while her coworker was bullying her (Why was Kiki like that honestly like what was her damage when it came to Lilith. With Hunter okay sure. But Lilith??? Whatd she do to you???) you think she was STANDING UP FOR HERSELF? No! That woman hasn't stood up for herself since she was like 15! If she had she'd probably be dead by now!!!!

Sorry sorry sorry im ranting. I love her so much. Dumbest little cheeto puff who tries so hard and somehow still manages to do everything wrong.

TO THE ART BIT OF YOUR ASK: oh my god thank you so much!!! when im drawing her thats really like. what i try to focus on? like thats what i REALLY want to get across. that she feels so crazy guilty about everything.

thank you for having so many correct opinions about lilith. we will shake hands or if you dont want to do that we will nod approvingly at one another

[kaybl]

Hi guys this isn't art related! (Sorry!! 😅) it's just a tiny vent

I will post some art later so don't worry

There's some cursing and heavy topics so please read it carefully

I hate this life and I hate how awful I am of a person, I hate the fact I look like im always happy when im actually dying inside and incredibly tired, I wanna have the ability to vomit whenever i want to just so I can stop being around people whenever I want to, I wanna stop living the gray situations that makes me gulp and cry on the floor like a fucking loser, I hate the fact I even cry because that just shows how much of a weak and miserable of a person I am, and I hate the fact I never try to get better at things and just immediately give up like if I was a dumbass that don't know how to even make a bed, I hate the fact I look and act so childish and so stupid whenever I am myself around people, and I hate how bad I look whenever I look at the mirror, not just my disgusting face but also my tired eyes that show how stupid, awful and fucking loser of a person I am. Im not mentally good, but im guessing these things just leave eventually, so I'll try to persist for a bit, I hope these thoughts eventually go away. It isn't helping the fact I am posting this shitass vent into my art account because it shows how much of a loser and attention seeker am I because I can't even create another random account to type this shit on like the dumbass bag piece of shit that I am, It's not like I even care what I say about myself, I care even more about what others think of me, specially people that I know and really aprecciate, I cry whenever I remember those people calling me a stupid idiot, it's even feels like it's true, because I do things people not commonly do because of logic sense. I get it, I have talents, I can draw, but what else? Is the only thing I'm good at just a hobby? Why can't I do other things? Like singing? Being good at math? At history? At biology? At dancing? At swimming? Am I that lazy enough to not learn anything else in my life? Is my life really that messed up? I'm young, I know, but I can't stop thinking the fact I won't do anything in the future, even if someone says to not lose hope, I have already lost hope on myself, because I know who I am, im not a persistent and very smart person, im just the regular artist you can see on your favorite app and like, it's lovely at least, having to know people like your art, even if it's just for a tiny second, looking at them glaze with their eyes your own art, the thing you did for fun, it's truly amazing seeing people like your art, it feels you are happy for a tiny second. But yeah, back to where I was, I don't even have another thing to do, I just lay on my bed like a bag of trash, looking through my phone and wasting time of my life instead of actually doing something, and I hate myself for ir, for the fact I can't fucking stand up because I simply don't want to, because I have given up already, because im just that much of a weak, stupid, awful, disgusting, exhausting of a person. I like the fact my cat bites me because that shows how miserable of a person I have become that I don't even really mind something to hurt me, as long as the shit doesn't kill me I'm alright

Thanks for reading. Have a great day/afternoon/night 💖

[grasslandgirl]

sometimes i really think about how i have so many dear lovely friends that are just. crazy good visual artists. and i go a little fucking insane bc you guys can just. draw stuff. you can see it in ur head and get ur pen or ur pencil or ur digital stylus pen thing (i dont know how digital art works im sorry) and you can just. draw it. how does it feel to be a god amongst men. to be able to draw the little images you see in your head. this BAFFLES me i CANNOT draw and i specifically Cannot Draw People i am CURSED by having sooo many little pictures in my head and NO technical skill to draw them. i am in awe of visual artists every day. i envy your skills so terribly and i am so deeply impressed at the same time. my beloved artist mutuals do you ever think about the gift you possess?? do you ever look at a piece of your art and think “wow this was in my head and now its right here and not in my head any more. now other real people can look at it with their eyes.” like THINK ABOUT THAT. what i would give to be able to draw. i love you all so much. i see ur art on my dash and i am filled with awe and love and pride like that is my FRIEND. they DREW THAT. and its BEAUTIFUL. look how TALENTED they are!!!

this is incomprehensible. art is insane. 

[nadisabug]

How You Meet // Volleyball! reader

Pairing: Bokuto Kotaro / Nishinoya Yu / Oikawa Tooru x fem! volleyball! reader

Genre: Crack. Pure crack.

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 2.5 k 

Summary: You are a volleyball player in the same position as the boy, and he is taken aback at your beauty and skills. 

A/N: all of the boys would just be so supportive and hrng need me a volleyball boy

Haikyuu Masterlist

Bokuto K. 

Bokuto would prolly be the one that suggested cheering for the Fukurodani girls team

Like he and his bros are bored between matches

And he notices the girls are on in a different court

So he manages to drag akaashi and a couple others to go watch with him

So they enter the stands...

Bokuto walk through the door to the stands and he is immediately blown away.

"Y/n!" Your setter nearly screams. You, eyes still trained on the blockers across from you, answer with a small smirk that sends Bokuto's head spinning.

"Here I come!" You yell in response, vocalizing your claim on the ball. You squat then set off running towards the net. At the last moment you push off of your feet and jump, albeit not as high as Bokuto could, but high nonetheless for your stature. Your arm shoots up and makes contact with the ball with a satisfying smack.

In front of you are two freakishly tall blockers, and Bokuto doesn't know how you'll get the ball past. But, as soon as the ball leaves your hand, it seems to find a small gap in their block and blows past it, landing on the other side of the court in the blink of an eye.

Once everyone lands on the floor again, both teams look up at the referee. He blows his whistle and raises his arm towards the Fukurodani side of the court. The Fukurodani girls erupt into cheers and surround the girl apparently named Y/n.

The setter cheers, claps Y/n on the back and shouts. "That's our ace!"

Bokuto watches her in awe as she flashes a gorgeous smile and shyly tucks a stray hair behind her ear.

"C'mon, are you gonna sit or just stand there like an idiot?" Akaashi tugs Bokuto by the back of his collar, not giving him a choice to stand there for longer.

"She's the ace..." Bokuto mumbles dreamily.

"Yeah no shit, that was insane, blowing through that block." Akaashi mutters, no choice but to agree. He drags Bokuto to where the rest of the team has already sat down and pulls him into the seat.

"She's amazing," Bokuto breathes, his eyes still locked on you.

"Quit it before you start drooling," Akaashi rolled his eyes.

But Bokuto couldn't. From your receives to your serves, every movement you made he was mesmerized. And before he knew it Fukurodani had won consecutive sets.

Once he saw you and your team leave the court, he shot up from his seat.

"I've gotta meet her!"

Akaashi looked up at him with wide eyes. "Wait-"

But Bokuto was already leaping over chairs and scrambling to the door. Akaashi stood up too and, with a resigned sigh, followed him too.

Bokuto didn't stop running until he made it to the first floor. He skidded around a corner and finally locked eyes with you. He couldn't help himself and ran up to you, absolutely panting from the running he had done.

"You-" pant "were fucking" pant "amazing!"

Embarrassment flooded your system and you looked down at the floor nervously. The setter walked up and put herself in between you and Bokuto.

"Back away from our ace, owl-boy," she hissed. "Don't think we didn't notice you drooling over our captain during the game."

Normally you would be more confident, but once one of your teammates pointed out the boy in the stands going absolutely apeshit for you, it started to eat at you. The embarrassment of a guy - a hot one at that - calling your name from the stands and drawing everyone's attention was just too much for you.

"You're the captain too? No wonder! I am too, Im-"

"Bokuto Kotaro, I know who you are," you cut him off and put your hand on your setters shoulder. "It's okay, I can handle him."

Warily, your setter backed down and joined the rest of the team cooling down.

"You know who I am?" Bokuto beamed, his chest puffing up.

"Of course," you rolled your eyes. "You're one of Japan's top five aces. And you go to our school."

"Why hadn't I ever seen you before?" Bokuto gushed.

It was at this point that Akaashi finally caught up. "Because you leave all the grunt work to me," he sighed. He looked at you and gave you a slight nod. "Y/n."

"Akaashi," you smiled and replied.

"You know her?" Bokuto nearly yelled.

"Duh," Akaashi rolled his eyes. "We coordinate stuff together like the buses or practice."

"I wanna know her," Bokuto pouted at Akaashi. Akaashi rolled his eyes and sighed.

"What he's asking if you'd go get lunch with him sometime," Akaashi looked at you, speaking for Bokuto.

You felt a heat rising to your cheeks. 

“Sure,” you smiled. It couldn’t hurt to go out with the absolute hottie who was cheering for you all game. 

“Great!” Bokuto shouted and grabbed your hand. He started pulling you away from your team. 

“W-wait, right now?” You looked back at your setter for help, but she just shrugged. 

“I’ll cover for you!” She called as you got dragged away by the excited boy. 

You had no idea what you were in for. 

Nishinoya Y. 

Noya was definitely the one who suggested watching the girls

Girls playing his favorite sport?? What could be better?

He was able to drag most of Kurasuno to watch the girls 

Daichi ofc came to support the other captain, Yui Michimiya

But little did he know after he sat down that he was in for a big surprise

The whistle blew and a girl with h/c hair stood at the sidelines with her sign. She and another girl from the team switched out, and when they did there was a commotion in the stands. 

“Oh my god, finally! L/n is back in!” A girl in the row in front of the boys cheered.

“I know, I still can’t get over her last receive,” the other girl gushed. 

Noya looked back at you and noted the reversed colors of your jersey. 

So, she’s a libero huh, he thought to himself. He looked you closer and thought that you were a little cute. 

The game resumed and a long volley started. It looked like it was about to end when the other team set up for an unblocked spike. The setter had feinted and sent all the blockers to cover another spiker so that their one player could hit unmarked. Not a single soul was on that side of the court, and Noya could feel himself wincing as the spiker hit the ball. That was going to hurt. They were already down too many points and really didn’t stand a chance of winning. 

He waited for the ball to hit the ground, but in the blink of an eye, you were there and the ball was up. 

You called the name of your setter and quickly she set it up for one of your spikers. Since the other team had thought the had this in the bag, they were not ready for the counter attack and Kurasuno got the point. 

“Did you see that?” Hinata gushed and leaned over Noya’s shoulder. “She totally just did rolling thunder! She was like whoosh and swoosh and the bam!”

Noya nodded enthusiastically. “That was an amazing receive!” 

After that, Noya began cheering every time you made a receive, even if it wasn’t a hard one. You started noticing very early on and part of your attention was focused on the short king in the stands. You did your best to ignore it and keep your head in the game, but its kind of hard to ignore a hot boy cheering for every move you make. 

You were almost glad when the game was over. 

“Hey, Y/n,” one of your blockers smirked. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a fan.”

“I will murder you with my bare hands,” you growled, tired of the team’s teasing. They had not let up on the whole fan thing since Noya had started up in the stand, and frankly, you were tired of it. 

“Ouch, save some of your love for your boyfriend,” the blocker smiled. She then looked at something behind you and smiled even wider. 

“He’s not my boyfriend! Listen if I see that guy again, all shit will break loose- what? What are you smiling- oh.” You turned around to see the boy in the stands standing awkwardly behind you. 

“Hi,” he smiled and waved. He was acting quite demure, a stark contrast from his shenanigans in the stands. Now that he was closer, you kinda had to admit. He was kind of, sort of cute. “You were really good out there. Really impressive. Sorry if my cheers were distracting, you were just so good.”

You seemed to have lost your steam, because you couldn’t bring yourself to yell at this genuinely kind and supportive boy. Instead you rubbed the back of your neck nervously and broke eye contact. “Uh, thanks,” was all you could mumble. 

“Wanna practice together sometime?” He suggested, a nervous smile on his face. 

“Yeah sure, if you can keep up,” you responded. 

“Oh don’t worry, about me,” he puffed out his chest dramatically. 

“Okay,” you laughed a little. You pulled out your phone and handed it to him. He looked at you quizically for a second. “Number?”

At that he flushed bright red. “Oh, uh, yeah,” he stumbled over his words, typing his number in quickly. Once he was done he handed the phone back. 

“I’ll text you sometime,” you smiled and walked back to your team. Immediately after you turned around you heard an energetic voice shout. 

“Did Noya-senpai just get a date?”

After that you heard a scuffle that you only assumed was Noya silencing the other boy. 

Oikawa T. 

Okay lets be honest

The last place he wanted to be was in the stands watching girls play

First of all he could have his ~fans~ doting on him

Second of all he could be practicing

Third of all he could be watching the team they were slotted to go up against next

But all of those other options were out of the question when Iwaizumi decided that Oikawa needed a break

(and also didn’t need to be near his fans)

So grumpily Oikawa will sit in the stands to watch your game, but he’s not really watching

Instead he’s watching a match on his phone

that is until Iwaizumi says something that peaks his interest...

“Holy fuck, that’s the captains fourth service ace.”

Oikawa frowned. It was a simple sentence really, one he had heard a million times. The difference was that usually it was aimed at him, not someone else. 

Oikawa looked up from his phone to see who was apparently the  Aoba Johsai girl’s team captain. It was hard to tell from this far away, but Oikawa’s senses told him that she was a looker. The way she carried herself it was obvious that she was confident in what she was doing, and that to Oikawa was enough. 

He put down his phone and leaned forward in his chair. He was invested now, whether he liked it or not. 

He watched as the referee blew their whistle and you lined up for your serve. You threw the ball up and jumped, hitting it mid air and sending it straight to the other teams side. It landed in bounds with a satisfying thwack, completely unimpeded by the other team’s girls. 

Iwaizumi let out a low whistle. “That’s five.”

“I can count, thanks,” Oikawa snapped dryly. 

Iwaizumi looked over, cocking his eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were paying attention.”

“Well I am now.”

Iwazumi shrugged and turned back to the game. You lined up for your next serve and hit it, but this time the other team’s libero picked it up. After that your team had a chance ball. 

Oikawa huffed. 

“What, shittykawa?”

“She should have kept aiming at their number 4. She got confident aiming for their libero,” Oikawa stated matter-of-factly. 

“How do you know she was aiming for the libero?” Iwaizumi retorted. “What if it was just on accident?”

Oikawa rolled his eyes. “You don’t get five services aces and not be able to aim in the air.”

Iwaizumi shrugged. “I’m just saying it could have been an accident. Like you said, she was on a roll aiming and scoring off of their number four. Why would she switch that up?”

Oikawa pursed his lips. 

“You never know unless you ask,” Iwaizumi added slyly. “Not that you will.”

Oikawa whirled on Iwaizumi. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean,” Iwaizumi started without looking over at Oikawa. “You don’t talk to girls unless they fawn all over you.”

“Not true,” Oikawa huffed.

Iwaizumi just shrugged. 

“That’s not true!” Oikawa repeated in frustration. 

“Then prove it,” Iwaizumi replied bluntly. 

“Besides, how do you know she won’t like me?”

Iwaizumi laughed. 

“What?” Oikawa grit his teeth, starting to get annoyed at Iwaizumi. 

“You don’t remember?” Iwaizumi shot Oikawa a side glance. 

Oikawa just glared at Iwaizumi. 

“Hey, fine.” Iwaizumi sighed. He turned back to the game. “You hit on her at school a while back and she didn’t give you the time of day.”

Oikawa snorted. “I do not ‘hit on’ people.”

Iwaizumi shrugged. 

“Fine, come with me then,” Oikawa nearly growled. He got up from his seat and marched away. Iwaizumi sighed but got up. The game was already over and he was upset that he couldn’t enjoy it, but what did he expect from watching it with Oikawa. 

Oikawa stomped his way all the way downstairs and was a fuming mess when he finally stopped in front of you. You waved off the teammates you were walking with to go ahead and stopped to see what The Oikawa Tooru wanted from you. 

“Did you purposefully aim for the libero after the five service aces?” He growled. 

“I don’t know what crawled up your ass, but usually you’re supposed to congratulate someone on that kind of shit,” you smirked, enjoying Oikawa’s bad mood.  

“Congratulations,” he forced a smile and said sweetly. “Now did you or did you not?” 

You grinned. “How about we make a deal?”

Oikawa cocked an eyebrow but let you continue. 

“You watch out next game, and let me know if I did.”

Oikawa scoffed. “That’s hardly a deal that favors me.”

“You’re smart,” you shrugged. “You’ll figure it out.” You took your leave at that, leaving Oikawa behind, still frustrated. 

But he couldn’t help but want to watch your next game, for some odd reason. Maybe this deal wasn’t too bad. 

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[isabella-111]

ahhh omg! i saw you shipping people so i really want to do it <333

(i love your writing so so so much)

okay okay so, i’m 5’3 she/her with shoulder length brown hair with bangs, i have those wire circle glasses and i feel like a dress like a mixture between dark academia, and fairy grunge. I’d consider myself a perfectionist, especially when it comes to academics, i love romance novels, chai tea, and indie music. I cry a lot, like A LOT, like pretty much in any movie or book or touching moment i’m the one sobbing (an ugly sobbing). i’d consider myself a hopeless romantic, but i’ve never been in a relationship because i tend to move pretty slow before i get comfortable with the person (that’s probably too much to unpack LOL) oh! i’m bisexual, and a lover of the arts (both theatre and drawing). I’d consider myself an introvert and I typically only have a couple friends. friends to lovers is my life <3, and i’m obsessed with mutual pining.

if you could pair me with someone from the marauders era my life would be made :]]]

i ship you with regulus or dorcas

A/n : I couldn’t choose so I’ll let you choose . Also sorry it took so long for me to answer your request its been a busy day but i hope you like it :)

Regulus

- you reggie met through James . You guys definitely had a friendship before he asked you out and when he first asked you out. He didn’t say it was a date but you had the idea . It went something like :

Reggie : hey y/n wanna go to hogsmeede with me tomorrow

You : yah sure

*day of *

Reggie : heyy ready to go

You : yah one sec * you said tying your shoe* ready

Reggie: before i forget mon ami i brought you these *he handed you the loveliest light pink tulips *

You : aw reggie thats so sweet of you thank you *hugs reggie * im gonna leave these here cause i dont want to mess them up * you put the flowers on your side table then get going *

*fast forward to the end of the night*

Reggie : * laughing at something you said *

You : hey im glad you invited me today

Reggie : im glad i invited you too

You : * smiles *

Reggie : i know this is random chèrie but i hope you would consider this a date cause i would love to go on another...if you would want to *he said startly off confidently but then seeming to lose it all *

You : i would love to reggie * you kiss his cheek*

Reggie : *blushing a shit ton* * mentally cursing out his pail skin for letting the red hue show so much*

- regulus is always there for you when your sad whether its a big warm hug or some time alone with a good book and a cup of tea (chai) . no matter what he know exactly what to do to make you feel better

- you and reggie are reading and cuddles type people ( will make more sense later)

- one day when you guys were laying i bed you started sketching regulus cause he just looked beautiful and he was so awkward about it but he likes feeling special and now you have a journal filled with sketches of him .

Dorcas

- picnic dates and record store dates are a go too

- unlike you and Sirius you and dorcas are cuddles and movie type people

- dorcas 100% bought you tickets to your favorite play for your anniversary

- you and dorcas were best friends before you started dating i think dorcas told you she liked you first well she kissed you. This is how i image it

*You and dorcas studying *

You : hey dorcas I don’t get this s-

Dorcas * kisses you *

You : * shocked but kisses back*

Dorcas : * breaks kiss * wow um sorry i just have been wanting to do that for forever

You : no yah its um its ok i mean i dont mind like at all

Dorcas : y/n i really like you would you maybe wanna go on a date with me ?

You : yah I’d love to

The rest was history

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Jane Foster’s child

Jane Foster x child!reader

Thor Odinson x Foster!child!reader

warnings:

a/n: no not a foster child, jane foster’s child 😌 also im so super glad you liked those!!! hope these are just as good!!! and im genuinely so sorry these took so long

prompt: anonymous: “Hey! I just read the Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader HC and I loved it! Would you do the same but with Thor and Jane? ❤️”

no babysitter = go to work with mom

dr. selvig gave you a rubik’s cube to keep you entertained

“fuck that! here, y/n, you can play my DS” -darcy

“can you not swear in front of my child?” -jane

you thought tonight would be boring, but then your mom and darcy collectively hit a homeless guy with a car!

“holy crap, we’re all going to jail!” -you

“don’t say ‘crap,’ y/n! we need to get him to a hospital!” -jane

ngl this dude was kinda funky

darcy used her taser and your mom covered your eyes, but you still peaked ;)

ride to the hospital

“don’t touch him, y/n”

“sorry, doc”

and the very next day you guys stole him 💕

“mr. thor, where are you from?”

“i am from asgard! it is much different from this realm, but your’s is adequate, i suppose”

“thanks?”

you could see the way your mom looked at him, though

he ate all the pop tarts >:(

she gave thor her ex boyfriends clothes

“yeah, donald was a real ass—” -you

“don’t say ‘ass.’ darcy curses too much” -jane

“sorry, mom...anyways, donald forgot to pick me up from soccer practice like, a dozen times. he sucked” -you

“this ‘donald’ doesn’t seem like a very good man...also, what is ‘soccer?’” -thor

you grabbed a soccer ball and tried to show him how to play but there was some other stuff the *scientists* had to take care of

you were a regular at izzy’s diner (well, mom was) and they always made you cute pancakes in different shapes!!

“ah, it’s a smiley face! that’s adorable!” -thor

“yeah! they like to surprise me whenever i come in. they’re pretty awesome” -you

*your mom literally beaming at how good thor is with you already*

you and thor were drawing on paper placemats

and then he broke a glass and you started giggling hdhshshs

but he had to leave

“no, thor, please don’t go!”

“i hope to meet you again one day, little one. hopefully fate sees it through”

:((((

no time to be sad bc ur mom’s lab got hijacked by the government

“hey, no fair! that’s my diary!” -you

“sorry, kid. there are constellation drawings we have to observe” -coulson

“aw, you draw constellations? wait, not now. you can’t just take all our stuff. especially that! that belongs to a child!” -jane

“sic ‘em, y/n!” -darcy

“don’t listen to darcy, y/n” -selvig

chilling in the trailer and missing thor bc he was the most interesting thing to happen to you and your mom in a while

and you wanted her to be happy even tho he was kind of crazy

“hey, mom? do you want to watch the stars tonight like we used to do? we could make s’mores?”

“that sounds like a great idea, baby! i’ve gotta go take care of some science stuff, so i’ll pick up some s’mores stuff while i’m out. love you!”

yeah she went to go see thor and he kinda got arrested but your mom came back home so you could watch the stars!

“so, do you like thor?” -you

“what? what makes you say that?” -jane

“it’s cool if you do, i think he’s awesome. a little weird, but at least he’s nice”

then thor and selvig came home and selvig was drunk as a skunk

*poking him while he giggles and tells you about thor*

“i wish your grandfather could have met that guy! he would have loved him...i wish you met your grandfather, too” -selvig

thor inviting you back outside

“i’d like you to teach me more about this ‘soccer’”

by the time you guys were done, it was 3am and you were too pumped to go to sleep

so thor told you stories of his home and battle and family

you didn’t want him to stop, you were fascinated by it all

and uhhhh yeah then earth kinda had some vikings show up

they told you that you’d “make a fine warrior one day”

and then yall got attacked by a ????? a what??? a destroyer???????

“get y/n out of here now! they shouldn’t have to see this!” -thor

you were still nearby and saw thor become thor again

after he was done fighting the destroyer, you ran to give him a hug

“that was awesome! can i hold your hammer?”

“maybe someday, little one”

then you didn’t see him for 2 years

which upset your mom a good bit, you had to help her through that episode. lots of sitting on the couch and eating ice cream together talking about how he wasn’t worth her time even tho you missed him too

but he came back! and then your mom sent everything flying bc she had an “infinity stone” inside her and thor took you two to asgard

“y/n! you’ve grown so much, i almost didn’t recognize you!” -thor

tbh you really digged the outfit they gave you, but also you were on another planet? thor insisted on giving you a tour (by flying you around)

“i do hope you’re having fun, little one!”

worrying about your mom simultaneously bc you overheard she was sick

but asgard got attacked and you and jane were confined to a room in the palace, which sucked because you wanted to see it all

but thor sent guards to bring you anything to keep you entertained

“maybe we’ll skip the mace for now, thank you” -jane

after several events that count as child endangerment, this chapter came to an end and your mom and thor finally made it official

loki called you a rodent and then saved your life so you were kinda iffy about him

about a year or two later, your mom had to travel a great deal in order to get some work done, so you were left in the care of thor, who took you to avengers tower

“oh, my girlfriend’s child is an angel! and they’re so intelligent, just like their mother!” -thor gushing to other partygoers

“yeah, thor, your ‘angel’ is sneaking drinks from the elderly” -tony

*sipping his beer* “they’re a growing teenager”

you did have an amazing time interacting with the avengers

and once they tried grabbing the hammer, you knew you had to get in on it (but you failed like the rest)

“don’t worry, my y/n, you have to be eighteen years of age to be able to lift mjölnir!” -thor

“oh, that makes sense!” -you, while thor aggressively shakes his head at the other avengers. he just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel bad you weren’t worthy yet :(

more child endangerment but really what did you expect?

thor went off world and your mom split it off w him but you did have his email so you were still in contact with him

swearing you saw odin on the street once or twice (fast forward)

and then your mom dusted and thor found you as soon as he possibly could, it was so good to see him

he took you in since you were alone now, you moved to new asgard and became prince(ss) of the new land by relation?? makes sense right

basically you and valkyrie made all the calls while thor grieved for years

but he still took care of you

“y/n, would you like to play video games with me? i think it may be a good bonding experience, what do you say?” -thor

“duh!”

uncle korg made you help him with fortnite while thor was asleep

you wished to wield stormbreaker one day

showing thor earth media! his favorite star wars character is r2-d2 dont ask why

he taught you asgardian recipes and you taught him...earth recipes?

when he was drunk he’d ramble on about his childhood and battle and enemies and jane and loki and hela and frigga and literally anything that came to mind

“y/n, could you please get me a beer? and get one for yourself, too” -thor

valkyrie most definitely gave you some battle training so you you blow off some steam, you were glad she taught you how to fight like a true warrior

thor wanted to teach you battle tactics so you could fight alongside him, but he never got around to it

a raccoon and bruce banner visited later on, proposing a way to get your family back, thor was an emotional wreck

his debriefing on the reality stone was tense when he started crying about your mom and everyone stared at you

“hey, don’t look at me. i don’t control the god, i just keep him company”

ending up waiting 1 second for the avengers to come back from their mission, resulting in you being stuck in the middle of a very heavy battle

“y/n, get out of here!” -thor

“don’t worry, thor! valkyrie taught me a few moves!”

“you make me incredibly proud, little one!”

“i’m not so little anymore, am i?”

“you will always be my little one, y/n. blood or not, that will not change!”

victory, but at what cost? it was a rough ride, you needed to get patched up, but your mom was finally home and thor...he decided it was time to leave earth again

“don’t worry, my y/n. i will see you again.” *tearing up* “i’m so glad i got the pleasure of raising you these past few years. i love you dearly, now go be with your mother”

you straight up wanted to bawl your eyes out right there

“well, y/n, you’re next in line for the throne of new asgard. what is your first command?” -valkyrie

“actually, i think you’d make a much better ruler than me. i’ve got to spend some time with my mother now that she’s home”

“you’re so much like him, you know that?”

staying with your mother, who was diagnosed with cancer not long after returning from the soul stone (a/n: jane getting cancer is canon in the comics and confirmed for thor 4)

“i missed five years of your life and now i’m sick, that’s just our luck, isn’t it?” -jane

she was understandably upset, but she also felt guilty

“mom, don’t beat yourself up. everything is okay, we’re still together right now. i won’t be going anywhere, i promise”

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[jennnsartofgettingby]

the brother of house black: sirius and regulus angst

cw: mentions of abuse. again its angst read with caution

a/n: this was something i wrote months ago because i only know pain. so here share my pain. if you guys like this i have continuations written that i can post

"sirius," regulus cried in a hushed voice seizing his brother by the wrist. "just do as they ask, we both know its the only way."

sirius snapped his wrist from regulus' grip staring him down coldly

"you know better than anyone that i can no longer refrain from expressing my beliefs," he stated

regulus' lip quivered. he was terrified for his brother and what his parents would do when sirius finally pinched their last nerve

"if you do this, they will never forgive you. they will not hold back. they will treat you as if you were never their child, their heir." regulus attempting to sway his brothers mind

sirius shook his head pinching the bridge of his nose is frustration. "regulus you are the only member of this wretched house who has ever loved me, who i have ever loved."

"so then listen to me!" regulus cried stepping towards his brother

"no," sirius shot. "im sorry it has come to this but you gotta promise me something, alright?"

"fine," regulus huffed. he crossed his arms awaiting his brothers request. he was angry. he felt his heart ache. but he understood. and that was enough to continue to be a bystander to his brothers situation

"you will not interfere, no matter what they do." sirius replied at last. "you are not to throw yourself in the line of fire for me, okay?"

regulus nodded and agreed against his better judgement. "you have my word."

they stared at each other for a long moment. two brothers with two very different stories

sirius saw the pain deep within regulus' eyes. he thought he might cave. then he remembered orion and walburga. he remembered their cruel punishments and their awful beliefs. he remembered the first time he was hit with a torture curse; how he collapsed to his knees wincing in pain, a pain unlike any other he had ever felt before. so he blinked the thought of being their puppet away

he had imagined all his life what it would be like to finally confront his parents. what it would be like to run away. how freeing it would feel; how freedom would taste. how happy he would be to escape. but now as he stood minutes away from that reality it was nothing like he expected. he thought it would be easy and simple. he never imagined to have second thoughts or any sort of doubt

he had been wrong. he wished he had the courage to stay and continue to watch over regulus. he was at his own breaking point, however. if he stayed, it would kill him. he had to leave. he had to be selfish. he could only hope regulus would understand some day

regulus stared at his elder brother in complete and utter awe of his courage. never once had sirius backed down or begged for their parents mercy. he silently winced in pain whenever his parents used curses on him. i wish i had what you have, he thought. he could never be the brave man his brother had grown to be. but he could save himself. which was all sirius had ever wanted for him; to be a puppet until he could disappear into a kinder world

"come here" sirius mumbled opening his arms towards his baby brother

regulus embraced him as if it would be their last hug. if it was, he wanted to remember it. they squeezed each other tightly. almost tight enough to suffocate the other

sirius released his brother and pulled away keeping his hands on his shoulder

he gave him a stern look, "worry about saving yourself, okay? and ill worry about saving myself."

regulus nodded and watched his brother disappear shaking with fear of what was awaiting his brother in the library

while regulus waited in silence and agonizing worry sirius was making his way to his parents who resided in the library

"you called for me," sirius said stepping into the room

his parents sat on opposite ends of the ouch and stood as their eldest soon entered the room

"yes," orion said quite calmly

"come," walburga demanded waving him further into the library. "we have an important matter to discuss."

sirius nodded and took a seat in the leather chair across from the couch. its now or never, he thought to himself. he did his best to stay calm and composed. if his mother suspect the slightest suspicion from him surly she would read his mind. if that happened he stood no chance

"you are getting older, becoming a man," orion stated

"well spotted," sirius grinned. he had to keep them guessing

"quit it with the jokes young man," his mother hissed sitting up snappily

he nodded at her then turned his attention back to his father

"as you know the war is progressing quickly and this is happening sooner than we anticipated," his father explained

sirius grew warm as his nerves spiked. he thought he knew what this would be about but now he was not so sure. he felt as thought he was playing a game without knowing the rules

"i apologize, im sure you were not expecting this all so soon but," his father paused. if thee orion black was hesitating to speak, sirius knew this was far worse than anything he had anticipated

"you must take the mark at once," his father finally getting down to business

"what!" sirius blurted not intending to

"you heard your father," his mother replied sternly. "you are to take the mark as soon as possible. tomorrow morning to be exact."

sirius sank back in the chair. everything was blurry. his mind was racing, spinning actually. his heart was beating out of his chest or so he thought

this cannot be happening, i was supposed to have at least another year or so before this was asked of me

"well," his father pulling him back to the situation at hand

sirius stood up, "no"

"no?" his parents said in unison puzzled looks on both of their faces

"no," sirius repeated. "i will not"

"it was not a choice young man," his mother started

"it was a demand," his father finished

"and i said no," sirius held his ground

"i will not take the mark of a man who stands for beliefs i do not value let alone agree with. our blood does not make us any more worthy of a place in this world," sirius spat angrily

they stared at him mouths hanging open as if they were astonished by what he had said. were they really expecting anything else? sirius asked himself. they know i would never

"oh dont look so surprised. i was the black sheep of this family for the moment i came out of you. everyone knew it. i was never going to be your heir, your perfect son," he carried on

"you are no son of mine," orion stated standing up and pointing his wand at his son

"if i had any say in the matter, you would never have been my father," he turned to walburga. "and you would have never been my mother."

now walburga stood with her wand pointed at her son slowly inching closer to him

"how dare you disgrace this family. how dare you speak to us in such a way," she hissed like a snake, as her wand pressed into sirius throat so hard he thought shed draw blood

he gulped, suddenly aware he bit off more than he was able to chew at the moment. he should have kept his mouth shut and disappeared silently during the night

before he knew it both his parents had casted the cruciatus curse on him

he knew the feeling all too well. the pain coursing through him, making his knees weak, his body loosing control and unable to stop itself from causing harm

but this time he felt it could kill him. perhaps it was their anger enhancing the curse or simply the force of two curse combined, but for the first time sirius could not bit his tongue and silence his tears

he collapsed to his knees and let out a cry that rang through number twelve grimwald place. he sobbed for what felt like hours, swallowing his pride, and begging, not his parents, but something greater to finish him off

im better off dead he thought as he saw his parents laughing at their son, who finally cracked

[nudesmut]

The Naked Bum, Ch. 3 (M)

Pairing: Jaebum x Youngjae

Genre: Smut

Warning: Exhibitionism, nudism

Word count: 2983 words

The Art Class

Jaebum read on the local advertisment that someone needs a nude model for their art class. This gave the horny man some ideas on how that fantasy will work out. He could imagine just them drawing out his well-built body in whatever position they put him in, while they draw out his huge, thick dick onto their canvas. It turned him on, as he stood there, in front of the bunch of ads posted on the pedestal wall in the middle of the park. He was stroking himself and was releasing small groans from the thought of it.

He wasted no time but to head to the campus the next day to see what it looked like. It was filled with students, most were fast walking to their next classroom. Some were gossiping and others sat and ate their lunch. The naked man had already entered the vicinity, allowing his huge erection sprung free. A few of the girls were eyeing on him, blushing at the sight of Jaebum's body and ass. The guys were laughing to themselves, seeing how such a bold man would walk around campus nude. This kind of sight aroused him even more than usual. He couldn't take it anymore as he went towards the middle fountain and got on top of the platform.

There, he was standing all in his bare glory against the morning sun. He grabbed a hold of his huge prick and starts to rub himself in front of the entire campus. The students were all gazed at the nude man, shamelessly masturbating to them. A loud moan escaped him, as his messy dark hair slightly pushed themselves back while tilting his head. His bicep slapped against his muscular pec, while he continiously beating himself. The sound of his precum now lathering over the big shaft is all that was echoing.

The students watched in awe, while many were taking out their phones and recording the scene before them. As much as some would report to the teachers, they couldn't. Who would resist Jaebum's exposed body and who wouldn't be infatuated by it?

"Oh yeah... So good when my big cock is hard... And throbbing..." the horny man panted in between breaths. The ladies were on the front row, while the guys tried to look away from the sight of that dick. Another groan escaped him, as he looked up to his audience where were staring right at his rigid big dick. He smirked to himself, now beginning to fuck his hand. Hips thrusting and his shaft sliding against his palms. "Fuck... My balls ache..." he shudders another moan.

It was a hot sight to behold indeed. The students slowly began to cheer for him as he continues to jack off in front of them. The pleasure and the amount of spectators made his blood course down to his angry erection. "I'm gonna cum....!!!" he shouted before making one last thrust against his hand and spurted more than seven cumshots towards the girls direction, only to land in front of them. "Fucking god...!" he loudly grunted, unloading another stream of massive cumshots at the platform, causing a small pool of semen beneath them. One hand roam around his big chest as he finally empties himself. He then grins and looks over to the crowd and hear them applaud. It satisfied him as he got off the platform and went his way inside the school.

Going down the hall, he saw the front desk. A woman looked up and was shocked to see the naked man standing before her, except the counter only covered the lower half of his body. "M-May I help you?" she asked in a stutter.

Jaebum tilts his head, placing his one hand against the desk while the other massaged his sacs. "Looking for the art class that is need of a nude model?" he responded, his voice sounding husky from all that jerking from earlier.

"Uh... Down the hall. Should you need a towel, sir?" she asked nervously, trying to hide her blush while glancing her eyes down to his abs then back up to him.

Jaebum shook his head and winked at her. "Nope, thanks, cutie." He walks away, as the other side of the front desk is elevated lower than the front side. The horny man walked around it, as the front clerk watched and saw that his dick is hard and big! She clears her throat before resuming back to her notes and pretends to not see the naked man.

The students were already in class by the time Jaebum had arrived, so he stood beside the door, waiting to be called. He told the teacher that he will come in before class started. He leaned against the wall, jerking himself, as he waited.

"Class, we are going to do some nude painting today. What better way to get our class started than to bring in our model. Be respectful, and do not touch him by any means. Come on in!" said the art teacher.

The nude man heard the teacher and walks inside the classroom, holding his huge erection and looks over to the teacher before him. God he was a hot teacher. How old was this teacher? If he were in his early lates 20s, he'll gladly fuck him good. But Jaebum kept himself together and looks over to the class, which he can see a couple of familiar faces from his earlier stunt at the fountain.

The art teacher and the class were a little dumbfounded yet surprised, mostly the art teacher overall. Some of the students were whispering how the rumors of a naked man with a big cock is true. Jaebum stood beside the teacher, casually stroking himself like its no tomorrow. The teacher chuckled to the class before finding words again as the nude man stood there, giving the girls a wink and the guys a seductive smile. He wouldn't mind a class orgy.

"This is Im Jaebum. You.. uh," he glanced over to the naked male before Jaebum exchanged his gaze back before turning to the class before him. "W-Will paint him. Okay?"

As the students struggled to be in front of their canvas, the teacher whispered over to Jaebum's ear.

"Don't masturbate in my class, Mr. Im. This isn't sex ed. Take care of that erection."

"I would, but... then your class will be over, no? Besides, having a hard on increases value in art."

The teacher didn't believe it, but he decided to not argue in the middle of class. Jaebum got on the podium, and was asked to do a few poses and he followed. The students carefully painted him, as an hour gone by. The nude model didn't complain, and just stood there motionlessly. The art teacher couldn't help but stare at the huge hard on, which causes a stir in his pants.

After forty-five minutes has passed, the students finished their work and tried to not stare at the naked man before them.

"Good job, class. I will inspect your work right now. Jaebum, you can sit in the back, okay?" The art teacher requested as Jaebum nods, and walks off the platform before heading to the back and sat down on the chair. He placed his legs up on the table in front of him and spreads them, openly pumping his big dick. Soft moans were heard. "Ah, yeah, baby... I'm gonna fuck you in front of the class... They will watch you moan and writhe under me... Gonna fuck that ass, make you scream in the entire school... Ungh..." thought Jaebum, licking his lip. A swallow was heard from the art teacher when he glanced for a split second at the nude model. He wanted to facepalm.

When class was done, Jaebum was about to leave. The art teacher stood in front of the door and folded his arms.

"What were you thinking? This is absolutely inappropriate to the class. You are a nasty naked man. And put some clothes on!" scolded the teacher, struggling to keep focus on eye contact.

A laugh was heard from Jaebum, showing off that eye smile. He then leaned against the edge of the teacher's table. "Sorry, but I'm a nudist. And I did my part. What's so bad about it?"

"You were masturbating in front of the whole class! And you aren't bothered by it?" his face beginning to fluster.

Jaebum shook his head. "I'm always hard. And horny. So no harm done. Bet you like that little show after the students painted me, eh?" he made a sly smile.

The teacher blushed in redness and cleared his throat. "N-No... I..."

"Admit it... You cannot resist me... And you just want to get fucked by my hard cock..." Jaebum was already off the table and walked closer to the other man, his erection swayed back and forth. The more Jaebum walked closer, the more he reeks of sex and lust. He smelled a little musky, but the teacher felt so much warmth from the other man.

The naked man leaned forward for a deep kiss, pressing the teacher against the door. His hands roam around the other man's clothes. Their mouths locked and hot wet muscles lathered into each other's inner caverns. The teacher blushed feverishly, wanting to push the nude model back, but Jaebum proved to be the stronger one. His hands pinned above the man's head, as Jaebum pulled away and leaned forward to kiss his exposed skin of his neck. A moan escaped the teacher's lips. Jaebum's leaking hard was rubbing against the teacher's tent. "I-I'm getting hard... S-Shit..." cursed the teacher, forming a tent within his slacks.

Jaebum left small spots of purplish blue marks upon the skin, sucking and licking around the small harmless color behind. He finally released both of the teacher's wrists and lowers them down to begin unbuckling his belt, following his buttons. Within a few seconds, he pushed both the slacks and the underwear and knelt down. He saw the teacher's erection, and took the length with his hand and dives down to start sucking the teacher off without hesitation. A surge of pleasure began coursing around the man's pelvis, taking both of Jaebum's sides of his head with his hands, then raked them into his already messed hair.

The nude model didn't want to wait, beginning to pull back and pushed forward with his skilled mouth. It felt full within his mouth, skillful enough to pleasure the man before him. Jaebum's naturally a dominant, and how he treats sexual encounters is by giving them what they want and then overpower them by fucking them in the ass.

However, the teacher was already nearing his climax. His head leaned back against the door's surface, groaning and moaning which made Jaebum thrilled in excitement. He could imagine the students listening, but the door was already locked. "O-Oh god... Yes... Suck me good..." murmured the teacher, biting his lower lip. Jaebum used his other free hand to stroke the base, while the other massaged his sacs. The teacher couldn't help himself much longer and starts thrusting his pelvis forward, causing Jaebum to gag. But the naked man recovered and took control once more, and soon, he felt that sting of orgasm from the teacher. In a loud moan, the teacher pushed one last time and finally came inside of Jaebum's mouth. It was a good amount which Jaebum had no problem swallowing it all down. Pulling back, he licked his lips and soon stood up and leans in for another kiss. A soft hum was heard from the other man.

Pulling back, a devious smirk lifted the corners of Jaebum's lip. He then pulls the teacher away from the door and swung him around before having him turn towards the table. He parts his legs and allowed his ass to be exposed. "Now I get to fuck this ass..." the nude model said, spreading both flesh globes with his hands and massaged them. His massive shaft was rubbing against the tight hole, squeezing the teacher's ass against his big dick. He used the side of his thick shaft to slide up and down, and ilicited a small moan.

"How about it, teach'...? I'll give you some extra credit for being a great teacher of the year. Ungh... Ever gotten fucked before...?" Jaebum growled in lust.

The teacher was already weak by the legs due to that last orgasm that hit him. He shook his head in response. Who knew someone this hot of a nudist was this horny. "N-No... I want your big cock... Please, give me that huge prick inside me..."

This was beyond Jaebum's expectations. When the teacher said those words, a stream of cum already ejaculated all over the man's striped dressed shirt, soaking it. He didn't stop rubbing himself using the man's ass.

"You like it raw... Huh...? Alright, you asked for it, teach'..." Pulling his large erection away, he held the base of it and pushes himself in. The rings of muscles constricted around his already huge size. The teacher moaned out loud, causing the room to echo. Jaebum hissed and tilts his head back. "You're taking my cock so well... You earn a golden star..." when he said those words, he begins to move, stretching the teacher's hole further. The desk creaked beneath them.

Jaebum is known to be rough and raw when it comes to sex. And this was no exception. His muscles bulged once more. Both biceps were defined, his abs more pronounced, and his ass flexed too.  The heat was collecting in the room, the passion only grew between the two of them and Jaebum was finding it harder and harder to keep from coming too soon. But he managed, because he wanted this to last as long as possible. That was how much of a talented bottom the teacher was. Jaebum’s hands grasped onto the sides of the male’s hips. Then they traveled towards the flesh, groping to intensify the teacher's pleasure. “That’s it, baby… Moan for your daddy like you mean it,” he grunted, feeling up the teacher as he would move his sweet ass on his big dick.

The teacher couldn't handle this amount of pleasure. All of that movement made his own cock swell in hardness again, reaching down to stroke it in time with Jaebum's hard thrusts. His other hand was clinging onto the edge of the table. "Fuck, daddy... Yes, please I love your big, fucking cock inside me...!"

The nude man found this to be a fetish, having his bottom boys be wearing a shirt or a tie while he remained naked and fucked them until they exhaust themselves. He leaned forward, allowing his hips to continue thrusting upwards and hits that sweet spot.

"Ahhh!!!" the teacher groaned out loud, his forehead a bit sweaty. Jaebum chuckled and panted in hot breaths, whispering into his ear. "I'm about to bust a load... get ready..." And after a few more jerky thrusts, he finally came inside the man. A huge burst of cum finally shoots out from his huge tip, and shot onto that sweet spot. A growl of lust emitted from the dominant's chest.

"H-Holy shitttt...!!" the teacher groaned out loud, as the streams of sticky, thick cum continued spurting out into his ass, finally exploding outward and landing on top of the his ass. At the same time, the teacher strokes furiously, and also shot his orgasm directly onto the floor beneath him. Jaebum pulled his dick out halfway, allowing two more heavy shots within his ass and pulls out. A soft kiss pressed onto the teacher's neck and pulls away. The other man was laying against the table, already spent and his legs shook from that amount of pleasure.

Upon turning his body around, he saw Jaebum standing there, his huge cock still rock hard and covered in his cum. It was throbbing, as it was leaking out semen from the tip and trickled down to the floor. "What the..." muttered the teacher in a weak voice.

Jaebum could only grin. His body had a thin sheet of sweat. But that gorgeous body radiated against the sun's rays.

"I'm not done yet... Legs up, teach'. I'm gonna fuck you again... This time, I'll carry you while you bounce on my fucking cock..."

The teacher was already in a trance, and nods at his command. He spreads his legs as the sound of Jaebum's dark chuckle was heard from his lips.

After a few hours, Jaebum exits out from the classroom, and turns his head to the teacher's direction. "Thanks for having me, teach'... Hope you had a good fuck-- I mean, day." Jaebum was reeking in sex and didn't mind it. His big erection flopped, already forming precum at the tip. As he left, the entire classroom was nearly at a mess. The floors and some of the tables were covered in so much semen and white liquid. The teacher was on the floor, exhausted at the amount of sex the two have shared. There was no mistake, he was already smelling like Jaebum. And he will never forget it.

Jaebum left campus grounds, while holding onto his large dick and strokes it as he heads back home.

[jelloopy]

TAZ Grad Ep 27

The boys are in front of the Godscar chasm  (This is spooky right off the bat lets see where this goes)

FUCK Argo rolled a 1 and is being strongly affected by the chasm he grabs onto Fitz’ shoulder for balance (Maplekeen shippers come get yall juice.)

T h e m u s i c (I will lose my mind as soon as this album is out good lord)

Argo is seeing himself attacking his boys? (Holy shit where is this going?)

IT WAS A FUCKING DREAM THANK FUCKING GOD (This better not be one of those things like Duck had in Amnesty I’ll fight.)

Griffin being pissed that he rolled a nat 20 on perception in a fucking dream and declaring that he’s withholding that until a more opportune time.

Uh oh…. Where are Firbolg and Fitz?

awe they left him a note! It’s okay!

GRAY BETTER BACK OFF IM ALREADY PISSED IM NOT EVEN 6 MIN INTO THE EPISODE AND IM ALREADY DONE. THIS MOTHER FUCKER NEEDS TO DIE AND QUICK. s t o p h u r t i n g a r g o 2 0 2 0

”That’s just dad’s inner monologue” that’s… awe come on “sorry my son came in here and said that bullshit” “awe Henry come on man” “being a bad son is genetic it seems” (Pure gold I love this family)

Sabor saying he was “somewhere else for a second” (does not give me the best vibes ngl…. Sabor’s p sus)

Justin’s new podcast law around Sabor and Firbolg. (Tbh I was a big fan of the slow arduous talking scenes but I will live I suppose…)

Sabor…………………… why are you so sus rn. Ur just tired. Stop being cryptic p l e a s e.

”I have been giving this much thought” “hell yes.”

FESTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE MUSIC CAME ON AND I BECAME INSTANTLY FERAL HOLY CRAP FESTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (I have been waiting for their return omfg)

”Would you like to party with the fairy’s?” “I need some sort of survival guarantee that I’ll make it through the evening” (This is an extremely viable request)

“Snippers don’t be like that…” “It’s okay I’m flattered!” (I need subtitles for Snippers p l e a s e)

“But this Lil guy is my familiar. He’s not the source of my magical powers, as far as I know… that would be a pretty late season twist.” “DAMNIT GRIFFIN YOU FIGURED IT OUT! All magic in Nua flows through snippers”

FESTO AND GORDY HAVE PARTIED TOGETHER WHAT A DUO (I need fanart of them STAT)

damnit they haven’t partied with Chaos

OH SHIT they don’t know about Fitzroy’s connection with Chaos

oop this is…. Oop. “if your source of magic is external you should not have been able to access it within the crypt.”

 “I also have a habit of delighting people” “HM!”

He lovingly refers to them as his “Boys”

“that wasn’t Argo that was your dad” “CLINT?! THE POWERFUL WIZARD!?” (Clint is truly a multidimensional and plane hopping wizard. We stan)

“we need a name for this multiverse that Clint Travels through” “How about the Clinterous” “TRAVIS. Honestly Travis! Are you fucking kidding me?!” (I………… why Travis… why)

Thank god they all use the restroom before they leave

Argo was literally stabbing in his sleep….?

Firbolg’s first pair of shorts! ‘N he enjoys them. V v happy with this

This means that Gray is actively in Argo’s mind, twisting what he hears! That’s dogshit he needs to stop (s t o p h u r t i n g a r g o 2 0 2 0)

Firbolg has yet to tell them about his dad’s passing and Fitz’ respects that. Argo on the other hand goes ahead and pries in on it.

(Fits their characters tbh)

“Are we just not going to class anymore?” “It’s all Virtual” (I had to stop and laugh for a good minute bc of the delivery by Justin. It got me)

Hero is in front of the Chasm… bb are you ok...

Fitz’ whistling to get Hero’s attention… (Fitz… he’s not a Dog anymore bud…)

Hero has been working up the courage to explore the Chasms! (Pls take him with you)

“you were a dog for a long time you think that you’d be used to people cleaning up your mess” it gets a smile out of hero AND Firby starts to dance! (I need all of the Firby cosplayers to make a TikTok with this and I need all artists to draw this stat. I need the dopamine p l e a s e)

“He does this any time he makes a slam dunk of a joke we just have to let him finish”

God I love when they back up for a min and do some good ol table talk

”I’m talking as a human being Justin Mcelroy father of two.”

“If you guys win a demon war? It’s at least an A-” “what would it take to get the A+?” “You could bring me a fruit basket” (The absolute Corruption… lmao)

Niceee Hero is gonna go work with Althea this is gonna be great.

Yes griffin giving that perception check NO CLINT WITH THAT FUCKING NAT 1 (Clint needs new dice that are blessed please)

Fitz sees Argo take out his blade and sees a look in his eyes. Firby sees it too. (aaaaaand I was right it was one of those “Duck” scenarios ….. damnit)

Firby uses thorn whip around Argo’s wrist and he doesn’t fight it. ( :(  )

Fitz insists that he goes into Argo’s mind to see what’s going on and Argo agrees but as Fitz gets near him he puts up a fight… (This is getting quite concerning)

FIRBOLG CASTS HOLD PERSON. HOLY SHIT. BRO. (I did not know he could do that… damn alright…)

Clint your VA is so good I adore you so much. (I just need to tell him that he is doing an amazing job. Pulling at my heartstrings constantly)

Maplekeen shippers come get your angst (I don’t ship it myself but I cannot imagine what the tags are gonna look like after this bc damn…)

CLINT YOU NEED TO FUCKING GET RID OF THAT D20 DUDE

Gray is in Argo’s mindscape. Mother FUCKER.

Fitz casts Thunderwave at Gray on-site and a Lil to cocky like Gray puts up a hand to block it but underestimates Fitz and goes flying about 10ft back (This is… mmmmm yes I’m very comfortable with the energy we’ve created in the studio today)

“Stop fucking cheating!” (YO HE CURSED REALLY WELL!!!!!! He’s learning!)

YEAH! THAT’S RIGHT MOTHER FUCKER BE SURPRISED BY FITZ AND RUN AWAY YOU COWARD (God I hate this dude)

“Festo wouldn’t do anything to hurt me” *silence* (Sus)

The portal in the Chasm... ever-growing… Opalescent being with white eyes...

ORDER?!

I’m very intrigued. I enjoy how Fitz is annoyed instead of angry most of the time. It really brings into perspective that this is kinda a useless war that doesn’t need to happen. That also the Warforged from the last episode was onto something with the question of “why six months?).

[cryptenby]

an abundance of green

so i’ve been watching critical role over quarantine and apparently it’s impossible for me to half ass anything so i’m obsessed, and obviously my love of rarepairs has gone nowhere, so im basically contractually obligated to write about Fjord and Caduceus. this has no plot, is completely indulgent and i really hope that whoever reads it enjoys it anyway lmao it’s also on ao3!!

They’re at the Xhorhaus at Caduceus’s own insistence. He told everyone he wanted to check on the tree and their makeshift temple, and Caduceus never asks for anything so the Mighty Nein is packing up before he’s finished the question. It almost makes him feel a little guilty, considering he really just wants to get his hands on Caleb and Essek. They need a good pot of tea and a solid talking to. Realistically, he thinks he could have just said that but Caleb is skittish about matters of the heart, especially when he didn’t initiate them on his own.

Beau knows though. She corners him before they leave, out of earshot of most everyone. “Duce. This about Essek?”

He laughs a little to himself, an airy thing. “Kind of. I would like to check on him, I'm hoping he’ll come see us. Or let us see him.”

“I don’t trust him.”

“You probably shouldn’t,” Caduceus grins.

“How is it possible that I know that you mean that but I still feel a little guilty?” she says, a little sheepish as Caduceus laughs. “How can you trust him so easily?”

“I have faith that you guys will ask the right questions. If he doesn’t care for us, or have our best interests at heart, I’m very confident the more suspicious of us will be on top of it. But I trust Mr. Caleb, and he didn't condemn him,” Caduceus says with a shrug. “Neither will I.”

Beau just looks at him for a moment before sniffing harshly and blowing out a loud breath. “Fucking fine. I won’t tear him a new one but don’t think I didn’t notice that you gave me permission to pull every possible piece of information out of him.”

“Of course,” Caduceus says, barely containing his smile. “I know who you are, Ms. Beau, and I expect you to be yourself.”

Beau blushes, for some reason, and clears her throat. “Right. Thanks, Duce.”

He gives a mock, half salute that he’s seen her give to their captain, and it makes her laugh before she strolls off. It doesn’t take them much longer before they’re off, Caleb finishing off the teleportation circle with a dramatic flourish that makes Jester giggle, the whole point of it, Caduceus is sure.

The familiar trek to the Xhorhaus seems to take no time at all, the tree he’s grown so fond of twinkling with a soft light the closer they get, a beacon, of sorts, welcoming them home. He’s a little surprised by how much he loves their place here; he’s not like the rest of the Nein, he already has a place that he considers home, so the new one was not so significant for him as for the others. In fact, it took him a while to even accept the place as theirs and not expect some ulterior motives to come to light. The feelings were unfamiliar territory for him at the time, suspicion and a lack of appreciation for a gift so grand, and the planting of the tree was a way for him to apologize and make peace in the space. It definitely seemed to work, if the happy flutter in his heart at the sound of the chimes when they enter is anything to go by.

Everyone goes to their respective rooms to store their things, chatting genially before they go their separate ways.

Everyone other than Fjord. 

He does a loop around the common room, getting familiar again with his steps before he centers himself in the room, inhaling, and mumbling something under his breath with the exhale. The gentle reverb that follows confirms what Caduceus assumed he would do; the blade glows blue and Fjord glows with it, his See Invisibility spell activated.

The bunch in his muscles draw his attention first as he holds the greatsword aloft, inhaling again and opening his eyes on the exhale, their blue glow matching the runes on his blade. They highlight the depth of his cheekbones and strength of his jaw, his already handsome features softly accentuated. Fjord starts to walk the room with a more keen gaze, his steps strong and sure in a way Caduceus has only noticed since he accepted their Mother’s grace. He decides to turn tail and head up the stairs before Fjord has a chance to ask questions about his lingering that he isn’t prepared to answer.

The smell of dirt greets him as he ascends the stairs and he takes a deep breath, entering the roof with a grin. Everything is as he left it, the twinkling lights from their tree painting the room a soft yellow with their glow. Every bit of life to be seen seems to reach toward him as he enters and he greets them brightly, apologizing for being gone so long and asking each that he passes how they’re getting along.

A breeze warms him a little while later and it carries a friendly warning as it leaves him, explained when he hears the footsteps of someone approaching.

Too large to be Veth or Jester, too loud to be Beau or Yasha, too heavy to be Caleb, leaving only—

Fjord knocks gently twice before he lifts the hatch.

“Hey, Ducey,” he says with a smile. “Can I come up?”

“You know you’re always welcome, Mr. Fjord.”

Caduceus turns to greet him happily and sees some of the plants turn towards Fjord in his peripheral; he chuckles a bit at Fjord’s look of awe that he catches at a glance and shuffles over to grab the kettle and start a pot of tea. He turns back to ask Fjord if he wants any and stops, blinking slowly.

Fjord is saying something but Caduceus is barely paying attention, distracted as he is by the fitted, soft linen Fjord is adorned in. It’s not as though he’s never seen him in underclothes before, they’ve shared a space too many times for that to be the case, but those clothes all bore the wear and tear of the life the half-orc led, and politeness ensured Caduceus never let his eyes linger too long, for obvious and other reasons.

Never before had Caduceus seen Fjord looking so dressed down, so comfortable, cozy, safe. It fills him up inside, butterflies with wings stronger than any he’d encountered in Melora’s fields fighting for purchase in his belly. He wants to touch him: his face to memorize the laugh lines there, his chest to feel the steady beat of his heart, his back to guard it and ensure no one ever catches him unaware again.

He wants to protect him. He wants to tell him. He wants to keep looking and never say anything else ever again.

And that’s. Well, it’s weird.

Caduceus Clay, infatuated? Enamored? With one of his own party? How could it have happened without his notice?

“Uh, Caduceus?” Fjord calls, and he sounds closer than before.

Caduceus blinks slowly and looks down at his concerned friend now standing close enough to touch, and he takes advantage, grabbing him around the elbow, his dark green skin and black claws clashing prettily with Caduceus’s pale sleeves and light grey fur.

“Alright?” Fjord asks, sounding a little more concerned this time.

Caduceus blinks at him and clears his throat around a little white lie. “Yes, sorry. Sometimes I fall deep into my conversations with the Wildmother. Um, tea?”

Fjord looks closely at him before nodding and releasing him, and Caduceus takes the first chance to hide his face, cheeks blushing with his new revelation as he walks over to the little fire pit he’d dug out just for the kettle. He can hear Fjord walking closer, slowly, probably taking in the roof like he does every time he’s here, even though he’s seen it many times over. It’s endearing, and those butterflies from before seem to have made themselves at home in his belly, fluttering madly. He takes a couple deep breaths that don’t help at all and curses his luck.

“Man, I never get tired of that,” Fjord says, having finally made his way over and sitting down close by.

Caduceus looks at his smile and thinks, yeah, me either. 

“It never really gets old.” He says instead. “Is that what you came up for? Not that I ever mind, just curious.”

“Oh, no, I wanted to thank you actually.” Fjord says. He’s looking at Caduceus with such earnest sincerity that Caduceus’s heart swoops in his chest. “I’m loath to admit it but I think I needed a break and I know I would never have bothered to ask, even once I figured out I needed it.

I know you don’t do it on purpose, but just having you around makes everything easier, better. And I feel like we don’t tell you that enough, or tell you thank you often enough. So, thank you.”

Fjord squeezes his hand, smiling softly at him, his lips finally used to the tusks that are growing in proud and strong. Caduceus grips him back and hopes that the answering squeeze and tears in his eyes are enough to express his gratitude.

“And also. I’m not around all the time obviously, so forgive me if I’m wrong, but you’ve never really talked about, you know, anything, really. You’ve gone through some pretty fucked shit like the rest of us and you deserve the care you keep trying to give everyone else. So, if you ever need to talk to anyone,” Fjord says softly, cupping one of Caduceus’s hands in both of his and smiling a self-deprecating grin. “I’m here. I’m a mess, but I’m a good listener.”

“Okay,” Caduceus says, around the lump in his throat. “Thank you, Mr. Fjord.”

“Okay,” Fjord says back, cheeky grin turning into a relieved smile. “Thank you, Mr. Clay.”

Caduceus nods and looks at him for longer than strictly necessary, and it doesn't escape his notice that Fjord lets him, stealing in some glances of his own. Caduceus’s heart swoops again and he finds himself wishing he could ask Melora for a bit of guidance, knowing her answer would be vague and leave him feeling more confused than ever. The frustration barely has time to take hold before he feels a warm breeze like fingers caressing his cheek and Fjord must soon follow, if his gentle chuckle is anything to go by.

He feels selfish for his frustration, fleeting as it was.

He looks at Fjord, and he wants.

He takes a deep breath.

He makes tea.

[sopfr3]

Prank gone wrong?

BNHA x gn! Reader

In which the bakusquad and Y/n prank bakugou, but it goes wrong in so many ways.

Warnings: cursing, Y/n having a little crush on everyone 0.o (that hoe), maybe OOC characters?

[[stupid decisions start......

NOW]]

"im sorry, bro. but I can’t risk it.” Kirishima said, shaking his head in shame. I sighed, knowing if he said no, everyone will follow with him.

“come on kirishima! you’re supposed to be the dwane johnson of the group,” i tried convincing him. Currently, I’m trying to convince the bakusquad to prank Bakugou, because he did something real dirty to me

“Oi, airhead!” Someone yelled to me. I turned around and saw Bakugou standing at one side of the door turning his head to the left to show that he found something.

“whatcha need, my man?” I said, pointing my fingers out and making little guns. “pew pew, right?” He just gritted his teeth and bit down a snarky remark. “do it for the vine,” he kept on repeating to himself quietly.

“you like the Backstreet Boys, right?” He said with a smirk plastered on his face, knowing all too well of my obsession.

“like them? i LIVE for them! i mean, have you seen them? i’d turn down even todo, my beautiful babay, for them. wait, are they here?!?! bitch, move!” I said, running faster then Kaminari saying something stupid. Already, I’m gasping for air, even if I’ve only been running for a few seconds. But the time I reached the door, I realized that Bakugou was acting a little too noice, and that he also had his phone out.

But I noticed too late, and there was that clear stuff people use to put on for food right in front of my face, and my face went right up against it. Since that happened, my body went straight forward, leaving my head behind, and making me fall. I could hear Bakugou’s laughter in the background, and he’s having trouble breathing from how much he’s laughing.

“if you don’t start running, you’ll have another reason why you won’t breathe.” I said, still laying flat on the ground. I could hear his laughing stop, but he just walked over to me, crouched down, and started talking.

“that’s what you fucking get for putting foot cream in my moisturizer, dumbass.” He half yelled, half said. “what? you don’t get the reference?” I said, still trying to catch my breath because I’m out of shape. Then there was a silence.

“...”

“...”

“now you pay for your sins, okay?” I said, but before Bakuhoe can say anything I tackled him on the ground, so I was on top of his stomach

“YOU HOE!! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?!?! I THOUGHT I HAD A CHANCE OF MEETING MY DREAM BAND— no, I kNEW I HAD A CHANCE BUT YOU FOOLED ME!!” I yelled, while shaking his collar of his shirt with my hands. He started yelling his own insults while trying to get me off of him, but I wasn’t planning on getting off anytime soon because we’re talking about tHE BACKSTREAT BOYS!

“get off me, you crazy bitch!”

“oh, you haven’t seen crazy yet!”

“h-hey Y/n’s- A-AH, sorry!” Someone said, making me stop treating Bakugou like he was a rag doll and turn around, seeing a blushing Izuku. “oh, hey Izuku!” I said, waving to him, but Bakugou took this moment to shove me off of him.

“i-i’ll leave you g-guys to it,” Izuku said, running of to wherever, then hearing someone yell, ‘get some’ to Bakugou. Then I facplanted.

“yeah, I still need to tell the poor cinnamon roll that I was trying to kill Bakugou. but, that’s the reason why I need your help! we’re doing him a favor, if anything.” I said, sweat dropping. I see Kirishima blushing, then I pinch his checks and say,

“Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite shark boy.”

“idk about you guys, but count me in!” Kaminari said,

“did you just say I don’t know in—”

“shhhhshshhshshhh.” Kaminari said, shoving his whole hand on Seros mouth, but then Kaminari pulled away quickly when Sero licked it. “that’s straight up nasty, dude.”

“Kaminari, I don’t know if it’s a good idea—” Mina started, “Mina, yes, it’s a very stupid idea, but with a great outcome!” I started, then they all shhhhhhed me because we’re all in the dorms, standing outside of the spawn of Satans door. “okay.” She said, shrugging, “we’re all going to die someday, and it’ll probably be by Bakugou anyways,”

“that’s the spirit!” I said, clapping my hands together, but the two people who actually had common sense were still on the edge about it.

“i’ll pay you guys $50.”

“deal.” Sero said. “wait, but I want $50,” Kaminari whined, “shhhshhhshsh, we can’t always get what we want, Kami,” I whispered, patting him on the shoulder.

“that’s not very manly, Y/n.”

“well, you gotta do what you gotta do, ami right?” I said, but they just left me hanging.

Then I pulled out the trusty black sharpie marker that I always keep on myself, even though I tell Aizawa otherwise.

“okay guys, this day will forever go down in history as the stupidest death, got that? okay.” I said, starting to open the door. “Wait!” Sero yelled, holding out his hand. And I thought that he had common sense. Everyone looked at him and gave him the are-you-serious look. “we need to name it.” He said, pointing to the weapon. “hmmm, I approve.” I said, then I hold out the marker on my hand. “okay guys, we gotta-”

“satan,”

“jesus,”

“benjamin,”

“mark.”

“what kind of name is Benjamin?” I asked to whoever said it, then Kaminari replied. “i dunno, isn’t he the one who invented it?��

“huh, that name doesn’t seem so bad now.” I said, “benjamin it is then.” As I said that, I pointed the marker to the sky like it was a sword. I turned around and opened the door, then looking around Bakugous room. Hmmm, his room smells nice, I thought. I looked back at everyone and saw Kaminari touching everything, Sero poking bakugous face, and Kirishima and Mina both playing sticks with eachother.

“guys!” I whisper shouted, and in a instant they all stood in front of me while saluting, like they are in military school. “oh? i like this. but anyways, we’re here for one thing, and one thing only. and that is to ruin bakugous pretty face with sharpie.” I said, and they all nodded in response.

“yes ma’am, sir!” They said. then they all went where Bakugou was sleeping, and I followed with them, then I started drawing on his face. I started off with a unibrow, that made Sero and Kaminari giggle like little girls in preschool. Then I let Kirishima draw a mustache on him, but it looked like he was a pedo because of the style. Mine wanted it to be extra special and gave him a cat nose, whiskers, and drew little ears on his forehead. We were all laughing at this point, then we heard it.

Brumphhhhh

Bakugou falls off the bed, and wakes up in the process. We all just stand there, in either awe or disgust.

“holy shit.”

“he let it rip.”

“that shouldn’t be able to come out of someone’s, ya know.”

“g-guys- i think he’s awake.” Kaminari said, shaking in his boots. Bakugou starts getting up, with a red face. None of us know if he got up because he fell, his fart, or because of our talking. But boy, he looks mad. Or flustered.

“what thE HELL ARE YOU DUMBASSES DOING IN HERE?!?!” He yelled, his blanket falling off to reveal his..... Mickey Mouse shirt.

“the real question is.... why are you wearing a Micky Mouse shirt?” I said, pointing my finger to him, trying to hold back my snickers.

“You all have 3 seconds before I kill you all.” He said, breathing heavily.

“aw, shite,” I said, “well guys, I wish you luck and don’t die.” I said, waving them goodbye while sprinting out, but of course someone had to follow,

“hey hey hey,” Kaminari said, “i hope you don’t mind that I brought everyone else too.” I looked behind him and saw everyone else.

“GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE!!!”

“mommyyyyy!”

“can we just talk about how Y/n topped Bakugou—”

“i still want my $50!”

“or that he let out a fart so loud it woke up the giants from their million year nap?”

“i still need to tell my mom about that time I killed my goldfish and I blamed it on the dog!”

“since we’re making confessions, im gay!”

“we already know that,”

“wat—”

“guys, my arm is bleeding and I don’t know what to do or how it got there.”

“wait,”

“brooooooooo,”

“okay, I need to take a breather.” I said bending down and putting my hands on my knees to hold myself up. Everyone else does the same, until we remember what we were running from.

“YOU CANT GET AWAY FROM ME NOW!!”

“aHHHHHH,”

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[ghost-ghost-baby]

Scales final

The backstory???? Is finally done,,,,; now I can just do random aus Nd scenarios bless,,,,,maybe nsfw in future

sorry for any mistakes it is,,,, 1 am nd im tired,,,,, 

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“The others will start marching towards here, Shigaraki will be in here with you while his army gets ready to defend. I’ll come in and help you subdue him, and then we need to go to your old cabin Y/n, will you be able to get us there?”

“Of course.” Your tone was cold, you still didn’t trust Dabi, you were doing this purely for Denki. The blonde was nuzzled into your side, doing his best to keep his eyes open, you’d been at this for hours, and the collar kept his energy from fully restoring.

“Is that it?” You wanted this over with, it was a straightforward plan, it wasn’t hard to follow.

“Pretty much, Bakugo or someone will meet us at the cabin, and we’ll go from there.” Dabi shrugged, finally standing up to leave and you could have jumped from joy. The door opened before Dabi reached it and you cursed, you just wanted to be alone with Denki to make sure he was okay, that was impossible with Shigaraki there.

“You can go now.” Shigarakis tone was angry, and a weight settled on your chest, this was going to be… a lot.

“I can’t get one minute of rest without those pathetic worms doing something.” Shigaraki had all but collapsed on the bed, ignoring Denki as he wrapped his arms around you, face buried in your hair while he tried to calm down. Was it time? Dabi hadn’t told you when you’d be doing this whole… escape plan.

“They’ve all banded together and started marching towards here, but don’t worry pet, my armies will crush them.” His hand roughly stroked over your hair and you had to fight back a shiver, where was Dabi? Denki had dozed off next to you, the collar and events of the day finally too much for him.

“I’m sure, my king.” You choked out the words to keep him happy, you couldn’t afford to screw up now. A scream stuck in your throat when Shigaraki grabbed your face, nails digging in as his eyes scanned over your form. You did your best to keep your face neutral, but tears still welled in your eyes as you wondered what he’d do this time.

“They’re not going to take you from me again, I don’t care who I have to kill, you’re mine.”

Shigaraki had fallen asleep not long after that, head on your lap and lanky arms somehow going over you and Denki. The door creaked open, finally, and Dabi entered with a few bags he quickly placed on the floor. He placed his finger to his lips, showing you the antimagic cuffs he had as he started walking towards the bed. You continued stroking Shigaraki’s hair, gently moving him off of your lap so his arms would be easy to bind. Shigaraki stirred at the movement, but as you kept playing with his hair he settled back down into a peaceful sleep. Dabi somehow got the cuffs on without waking Shigaraki, a miracle that had you thanking every god you knew of, but that was the easiest part.

“Hey, Denki, can you wake up for me sweetie?” You cooed, pressing kisses to Denki’s face until his eyes started to open.

‘There’s my guy, are you ready to go? Dabi’s got all the bags ready.” It took the blonde longer than usual to wake up, and he was still groggy as he nodded and started to get off the bed. At least he could still walk, but you’d need to get that awful collar off as soon as you got back to your cabin.

“What are we gonna do about him?” You turned to Dabi, who was still standing over the king.

“Gag him if we have to to keep him quiet, when the collar is off of Denki we should put it on him, I have the controller.”

“You know what he’s like, as soon as he wakes up he’ll be yelling his head off, gag him now.” You knew the vile things Shigaraki could say, it would be better like this.

Dabi only nodded, grabbing a gag he had for god knows what reason, somehow managing to secure it on Shigaraki before he woke up. You grabbed the bags as Dabi hoisted Shigaraki over his shoulder, the movement finally waking the king. Red eyes zoned in on you opening the door and Shigaraki was already trying to curse through the gag by the time you’d shut it behind you all.

“Okay,” You grabbed Denki’s hand, shooting a look at Dabi before you turned to the looming hallway. “Follow me, stay close, be quiet.”

“Are you sure you know where we’re going?” You were going to punch that smug look of of Dabi’s face, he’d been doing this since you entered the forest.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You hissed, your grip on Denki’s hand tightening as you imagined just choking Dabi. You knew exactly where you were going, but to anyone else it would just look like you were heading deeper and deeper into the unknown. Shigaraki has given up his screaming, opting to just glare at you whenever you came into his line of sight, which you avoided as much as you could. Denki was half asleep, shuffling along like a zombie and only strengthening your resolve to get that collar off. The trees finally cleared, revealing a clearing lined with blackberry bushes, and a smal waterfall surrounded by jagged rocks.

“We’re here!” You couldn’t help the relief that swept over you, now you just had to get them inside.

“What?” Dabi didn’t look impressed, eyebrows raised as he scrutinised the clearing.

“It’s through the water, idiot.” You were so, so ready to be rid of him. Now you just needed to get inside and get the collar off of Denki.

“Okay, you can put Shigaraki on the bed.” You started preparing as soon as you all entered the cabin, guiding Denki to the couch you had. The blonde slumped onto it without a second thought, eyes closing and his breathing evening out within minutes. Good. He’d freak if he knew what you had to do to get that stupid collar off. Dabi dumped Shigaraki on the bed, sitting next to him shortly after and turning his gaze to you. You were rummaging through your cabinets, looking for the box of gems you had somewhere, you couldn’t get the collar off without it.

“Fucking finally.” You pushed aside the fake bottom of a draw, revealing the familiar blue box that you quickly pulled out and placed on the table. It clicked open after a few mumbled words on your part, and your fingers began shifting through its contents. Sapphire, ruby, emerald, where the fuck was a diamond? Nothing else would work for this. You managed to find it after another minute, it was small, about the size of your thumbnail, but it was sharp and considering what you had to do, smaller was probably better. Thank god Denki was fast asleep.

Okay, here goes nothing. You shifted your shirt so the skin of the top of your chest was visable, taking a deep breath as you pressed the diamond to your skin. The key was doing this quickly and efficiently, not giving yourself time to second guess. A hiss left you as the stone first pressed into your skin, deeper and deeper until blood started gushing from the wound, covering the diamond and your hand. You held it there, ignoring the looks from Dabi and Shigaraki, what did they expect? You only pulled it away when it got hot, the diamond now glowing the same red as your blood. Perfect. You pulled your shirt back up, thanking the gods it was thick, before you went over to Denki. He was still fast asleep, and you rolled him onto his stomach so you could see the locks on the back of the collar. You pressed the gem against the lock, closing your eyes and focusing all your intent on getting it off. You didn’t stop until you heard a faint click, eyes springing open to see the collar unlock and fall off. You caught it just in time, gingerly carrying it over to Dabi, who made short work of it and somehow managed to fasten it around Shigaraki’s neck. You didn’t even want to know what was going on between them, Dabi looked far too satisfied.

About twenty minutes of silence passed before you felt something, a warmth bubbled up in your chest and the scales on your hand seemed to glow. A trumpeting noise followed by a thud had Denki shooting up, grinning ear to ear as he grabbed your hand.

“Kiri And Katsuki are here!” He tugged you up, ignoring Dabi and Shigaraki as he pulled you outside. The two of you had barely stepped outside before Eijiro was wrapping his arms around both of you and smothering your face in kisses.

“Oh my gods I’m so sorry, are you two okay? Please tell me you’re okay.”

“Of course Kiri, Y/n got us through it!” Denki was happier than you’d seen him all week, and you finally let yourself relax. You did it.

“Thank god you had each other.” Kiri gave you both one last kiss before he pulled back, surveying the two of you for any injuries and thank god your shirt was black and nothing showed up. They didn’t need to fuss over you, you’d get help later. You all just needed to get out of here.

“Can-can we go, Kiri? Please?” You were so, so tired, you just wanted to sleep.

“Are you ready? You don’t need to prepare anything?” You shook your head in response to his question, you really didn’t care what Dabi did with Shigaraki, it wasn’t your problem anymore.

“If you’re sure, Mina made us a teleportation stone, it should activate when we all place two hands on it.” Kiri went into his bag, producing a large grey rock that was warm to the touch. Too tired to question it, you placed your hands on it, only having a moment to appreciate how smooth it was before the spell jumped into effect.

“Oof.” You landed on your ass, blinking as your surroundings came into focus and a blur of pink smashed into you. Pain flashed across your chest and you had to bite back a gasp, although you couldn’t stop your body from tensing up.

“What was that?” Mina pulled back to look at you, and as you glanced at your surroundings you saw the others there, Denki and Kirishima were huddled with Hanta, and Katsuki was standing behind Mina. They were all looking at you with varying degrees of concern, except Katsuki, who just kinda looked pissed. Good to know he hadn’t changed.

“It’s nothing, don’t wor-”

“Bullshit it’s nothing. What aren’t you telling us?” Katsuki pushed Mina aside, and you winced as your eyes landed on the blood staining her front. Maybe nobody would notice? Even as that thought bloomed you saw Mina looking down, lips turning into a thin line as she processed what was happening. Guess your time was up.

“I needed a blood diamond to get the collar off of Denki. It’s nothing I haven’t done before.” You waved their concerns off, completely ignoring how light headed you felt. It had been a long day was all.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kirishima’s tone was hurt and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, instead fixing your eyes on Katsuki, who was kneeling in front of you.

“I just… wanted to get back.” You shrugged, gritting your teeth as you felt Katsuki adjust your shirt so the wound was on display. It was still bleeding sluggishly, much to your surprise, you thought it would have scabbed over by now. “I’m sorry, I’m just… really tired.” You barely flinched as Katsuki pressed something to your chest, hand coming up to cover your yawn made you miss the worried looks everyone exchanged.

“You can rest on me.” Mina shuffled behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and gently pulling you back to lean against her.

“Thank you.” You barely got the words out before your eyes were closing, darkness finally claiming your mind.

“Guys, guys, they’re waking up.” Hanta’s voice made you stir, rubbing your eyes before you cracked them open. The room was dimly lit, but you could still make out everyone worriedly peering at you.

“Hey, how long was I out?” You croaked, happily accepting the glass of water Mina pressed into your hands.

“A week.” Katsukis eyes burned into you and you frowned, you didn’t think it was that bad.

“I’m sorry.” The guilt crashed down on you like a wave, all you did was burden them, why did they even bother saving you? The first time or now.

“Hey, none of that.” The blonde sensed your mood drop immediately, lightly slapping your cheek to bring you back to reality. “It’s the past now, no use dwelling on it.”

“Besides, we’ve got so much to fill you in on!” Denki ruffled your hair, and you couldn’t stop a smile making its way onto your face. You shot a questioning look at Eijiro, he was the only one that hasn’t spoken yet. Was he mad at you? Maybe he was regretting bringing you back in the first place-

“I was so scared!” The redhead tackled you a second later, strong arms securly wrapping around your form while he buried his face in your neck.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You soothed, one arm wrapping around his shoulders while you used your other to card through his hair, trying to ignore the wetness from his tears.

“Kir-riiii, tell them the good news!” Denki whined, reaching over to give Eijiro a light shove. When a minute passed without him surfacing, Denki let out a sigh, turning back to Hanta with an expectant look.

“We’re the new rulers of Shigaraki’s old kingdom!’ Hanta grinned, his arm casually slung over Mina’s shoulders. Your eyes lit up as you processed what was happening. You’d get to be home! You’d be able to do whatever you wanted.

“Oh my gods, thank you! Thank you so much!” You reached out around Eijiro, tugging an unexpecting Katsuki into a hug, who protested and grumbled even as he wrapped his arms around the two of you, the others quickly following suit.

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