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[makingfanfictionstosleep]

My First But Not My Last.

Pairing : Gojo x Femreader, Geto x Femreader

Setting : Started from Pre-Cult Suguru Geto // Modified that Kenjaku will not totally take over Geto's subconscious later on // Girl bff Shoko, Mei Mei & Utahime, Strong sorcerer reader // Death, Murder Spree, Romance, Lemons.

Rating : M || m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t

Part 4 : First Appearance

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"Gather all available sorcerers! We are at threat! Suguru Geto is here!" Principal Yaga bursted out in panic as he bellowed his instructions to alert all available Jujutsu Sorcerers.

Gojo Satoru hissed in annoyance as he followed his teacher to the grounds.

Once they reached the location, Satoru clenched his jaw & fist, his face warped in anger as he saw hi old best friend's arms around his student, Yuta Okkotsu.

"Leave ny student alone," He spat, making Suguru turn his head towards his once best friend.

"Satoru~" He greeted coolly with a familiar smile on his face, "It's been a while."

"Why are you here?" Satoru asked, his fingers already crossed, while the rest of the sorcerers eere standing behind him, ready to attack anytime.

"Careful now, remember that everybody is within my attacking range," he said with a menacing grin on his lips,"You wouldn't want to-"

He was cut off when Principal Yaga flicked on a totem, throwing it in between Suguru & Satoru, his cursed energy activating whatever it is.

Now this erased the smile on Sugur's face as you appeared out of thin air, from the totem that the principal threw. It must have been some sort of magical item that was enchanted by Kokichi Muta from Kyoto High.

You had your back against him, you had no idea why you were summoned & this annoyed you to your core because you in the middle of investigating an incident in another country.

"This better be good, Yaga-sensei," you threatened, as you noticed their fighting stance, your boyfriend's mad expression in front of you, Meimei's drawn axe, Nanami's necktie in his knuckles & Yaga's army of dolls.

You turned your body around & came face to face with your ex.

After a year.

You thought of this moment millions of times.

You thought of how Satoru would feel if you happen to still be in love with his once-called best friend.

But no.

You felt nothing but anger.

That moment when he set your non-sorcerer friends on fire in that ice cream shop.

You knew that he cannot be saved.

He made a decision to follow this path.

To throw you away.

And he doesn't deserve any of your heart when you have given it all to him & he only broke it into tiny pieces.

But that doesn't mean that you don't care for him anymore.

You still do. He was your friend before you fell in love.

He was there during difficult or happy moments.

Was.

But not anymore.

"Suguru," you spoke, his eyes not meeting yours as you looked at him with determination to prove that you have already moved on, "Why are you here?"

No answer.

"Why. Are. You. Here?" You asked one more time.

Even his companions were shocked that their leader was flabbergasted. It was a rare sight.

You picked up a stone & threw it at him, amplifying the strength that it was like a bullet fired from a gun.

He dodged it, but kept on picking & throwing.

"WHY ARE YOU FUCKING HERE?!"

You were frustrated. You were angry. How can he show his face to the people who once trusted him?

With your speed, you were at his face, fist formed & connected an amplified punch directly at his face which he did not dodge.

He still wouldn't look at you.

Fucking bastard.

"Touch her & you're dead," you heard a dangerous voice behind you. You knew it was Satoru threatening one of Suguru's companions, who backed away in an instant.

"That was quite a punch, baby," Suguru finally spoke, emphasizing the name he used to call you as he wiped the blood from his nose, "Wouldn't want to mess with you now."

"Fuck you," You spat, "I'm not your baby anymore, Suguru."

He chuckled with a certain emptiness that you have never heard from him, "Right. Cause you're now Satoru's."

Just as Satoru was about to react, you were quick to respond, "Yes. He picked the tiny pieces that you broke. He put me back together again."

You were shocked when Suguru appeared so close to you, his breath against your ear as he said, "But I bet I fuck you better than he does."

It made your blood boil. You can't let anyone talk shit about your Satoru. Not in front of you.

You pushed him away in disgust, sneering at him in mad rage that you're sure you looked vicious, "You must have forgotten that Satoru hated to lose in anything."

It was a glaring match between the two of you - from lovers to enemies.

Satoru pulled you away from Suguru & stood in front you protectively, glaring at Suguru murderously.

Suguru raised his hands, feigning surrender as one girl came out of the cursed monster's mouth, "We are going to be late!" she whined.

That made Suguru back away, his eyes not leaving yours.

You thought he flashed a wanting, sad look but you dismissed it.

Not after he had hurt you & killed hundreds of innocent people.

"Before I go, just want to tell you that this is a declaration of war. I'll be releasing hundreds of cursed monsters all over Shibuya & Kyoto. Let's curse each other freel & may the best side win," he held on to the creature & before he left, he flicked his fingers, making dozens of curses appear around you, then the creature flew & left you all to fight the curses that he released.

"Fucking idiot," you heard Shoko curse as she would have to work hard after the fight, knowing that somebody would be injured.

You gritted your teeth in rage as you & Satoru started to launch attacks on the curses around you, protecting the younger ones at all cost.

"Bastard," you cursed.

[myth-lord]

IN MORTAL KOMBAT

This would be my perfect Mortal Kombat game, roster and groups.

PLAYABLE CHARACTERS

GOOD CHARACTERS

ELEMENTAL GODS OF EARTH Raiden (Lightning / Thunder / Teleport) (Thunder Staff) Fujin (Wind / Air) (Gale Sword)

RAIDENS GENERALS& ALLIES / EARTHREALM DEFENDERS Shujinko (Copy Powers / Ki Energy / Kirin Spirit) (No Weapons) Nightwolf (Amarok) (Spirits / Shaman Magic / Possession / Animal Empathy) (Spirit Tomahawks / Spirit Bow) Madam Bo (Tough Skin / Xuanwu Spirit) (No Weapon) Ashrah (Holy Powers/ Light / Healing / Angelic Wings) (Holy Kriss) Johnny Cage (Force Energy) (Cage Knuckles) Siang (Sing & Sang) (Twin Merge / Ki Energy / Strength) (Moon Twin-Blades)

SHAOLIN / EARTHREALM CHAMPIONS Liu Kang (Fire / Serenity / Spirit Dragon) (No Weapon) Li Mei (Kinetic Explosions / Kitsune Spirit) (No Weapon) Kai (Supreme Acrobatics / Byakko Spirit) (Nunchaku) Kung Jin (Eagle Eyes / Perfect Aim / Phoenix Spirit) (Long Bow)

OUTWORLD/EDENIAN RESISTANCE Taven (Golden Body-Armor / Fire / Golden Dragon Control / Foresight) (Dragon Sword) Kitana (Wind) (Wind Fan-blades) Kotal (Solar / Beast Control / Beast Shapeshifter / Sacrifices) (Macuahuitl Sword / Ritual Sickles / Magic Totems) Jade (Plants)(Floral Bo / Razorang) Erron Black (Item & Weapon Wisdom / Danger Sense) (Sniper Rifle / Magical Traps / Revolvers) Sheeva (Gravity / Strength) (Bladed Shield) Syzoth (Reptile) (Acid / Poison / Agility) (No Weapon, Teeth & Claws)

SPECIAL FORCES Jax (None, Military Training) (Iron Arms give Extreme Strength) Sonya Blade (None, Military Training) (Force-Field Gloves, Force-Energy Exoskeleton) Kenshi (Telepathy / Telekinesis / Psychic / Ancestor Spirits) (Sento) Cyrax (Extreme Intelligence / Technokinetic) (Cyber Bombs / Cybernet / Other Laser tools / Mechanical Tentacles) Kurtis Stryker (None, Weapon and Explosive expert) (Grenades / Gun / Machine Gun / Baton)

SHIRAI RYU/ OLD LIN KUEI Scorpion (Hanzo) (Hellfire / Teleport) (Kunai Rope Dart / Demonic Sword) Sub-Zero (Kuai Liang) (Ice / Cold) (No Weapon, Ice Creations) Enenra (Tomas / Smoke) (Gas / Mist / Smoke / Demonic Possession) (Karambit Knife)

NEUTRAL CHARACTERS

SEIDO GUARD Hotaru (Order Energy / Order Voice) (Naginata of Order)

EVIL CHARACTERS

OUTWORLD ARMY Shao Kahn (Soul Magic / Size Shifter / Great Strength) (Wrath Hammer / Bladed Helmet) Sindel (Voice / Hair / Vertigo) (No Weapons, Living Hair) Reiko (Energy Absorb / Strategist Mind) (Razor Knuckles / Spear / Shuriken) Kollector (Magical Bag / Teleport / Transmute Touch / Object Mimic) (Chained Mace / Bolas / Chakram / Sickle) Shang Tsung (Soul Magic / Shapeshifter / Naga Cobra Spirit) (No Weapons) Kung Lao (Sharpness / Spinning / Wind / Kamaitachi Spirit) (Magical Bladed-Hat) Mileena (Phasing / Regeneration / Senses) (Sai Swords, Fangs) Baraka (Bone Control / Regeneration / Extreme Senses) (No Weapons, Weapons made from own Bones) Kintaro (Gravity / Extreme Strength / Fire Breath) (No Weapon, Tigran Claws & Teeth) Ermac (Soul Magic / Soul Army / Soul Summon) (No Weapon) Chameleon (Invisibility / Shapeshift / Killer Tongue / Agility) (No Weapon, Teeth, Claws & Tongue) Rain (Water / Weather) (Jamadhar Katar) Tanya (Illusions / Dreams / Fire) (Kobu Jutsu)

BROTHERHOOD OF SHADOW Quan Chi (Soul Magic / Necromancy / Summon) (Skull Mace) Bi-Han (Saibot / Umbra) (Shadow / Darkness / Teleport) (Death Scythes) Sareena (Demon Form / Teleport / Strength) (No Weapon, Demonic Claws) Drahmin (Pain / Voodoo Skin / Strength) (Iron-Club) Moloch (Fear / Strength) (Ball N Chain) Nitara (Blood Magic / Mind Control / Summon Skarlet) (No Weapon, Blood Weapons & Vampire Claws)

BLACK/REDDRAGON Daegon (Dragon Control / Foresight / Dragonfire / Enhance Powers) (Dark Dragon-Sword) Kano (None, Depends on Tools) (Butterfly Knives / Bionic Laser Eye / Magnetic-Control Gloves / Boot Blades) Mavado (None, Cannibal) (Blade Whips with Stun / Boot Blades / Iron Implant Teeth) Kabal (Extreme Speed) (Hookswords / Sawblades) Kira (Probability / Luck / Living Tattoos) (Poison Claws / Clover-Shaped Shuriken / Poison Lipstick) Tremor (Earth / Vibrations / Matter Absorption) (No Weapons, Weapons made from his own earth-like body) Takeda (Psychic Animation / Psychic) (Psychic Knives and Shuriken) Kobra (Force Punch & Kick) (No Weapons)

CHURCH OF CHAOS Havik (Dairou) (Chaos Magic / Possession / Extreme Regeneration / Flesh Control) (Chaos Mace) Darrius (Intelligence / Diseases) (Alchemical Gauntlets) Ferra (Empathy / Magic Bonding) (Hand Claws) D’Vorah (Vermin / Poison / Regeneration / Implant) (No Weapons, Insectoid Body) Geras (Time / Strength / Sand) (Sand Axe)

TEKUNIN/ NEW LIN KUEI Sektor (Fire Cybernetics) (Homing Missiles / Laser Swords / Flamethrower) Frost (Ice Cybernetics) (Ice Bombs / Ice Blades) Chrome (Liquid Steel) (No Weapons, Liquid Metal Body)

NPC, BOSSES and SUMMONED CHARACTERS

TITAN/ELDER BEING Kronika (Titan of Time)

ELDER GODS Cetrion (Elder God of Life) (Boss, for evil characters) Shinnok (Elder God of Death) (Boss, for good characters) Abacus (Elder God of Order) (Boss, for all characters) Zaggot (Elder God of Chaos) (Boss, for all characters)

ELEMENTAL GODS Kagutsuchi (Earth God of Fire) (Deceased, Killed by Smoke & Sub-Zero, when still working for the evil Lin Kuei) Dojin (Earth God of Earth) (Deceased, Killed byTremor, while still a member of evil Lin Kuei) Suijin (Earth God of Water) (Deceased, Killed by Bi-Han while still alive and with the Lin Kuei)

DEFENDERS OF EARTH Bo Rai Cho (Madam Bo’s Husband) Mocap (Johnny Cage Summoned Helper)

EDENIAN GODS/ROYALTY Argus (Edenian God of Sight and Vision) (Deceased, Killed by Daegon) Delia (Edenian Goddess of Fire) (Deceased, Killed by Daegon) Jerrod (Edenian King) (Deceased, Killed by Shao Kahn) Sapphira (Edenian Queen, and real mother of Kitana) (Deceased, Killed by Sindel) Omegis (Edenian Minor Goddess of Plants) (Deceased, Killed by Tanya & Rain)

SPECIAL FORCES Jacqueline Bridge (Jax Daughter, Cyrax Lover) Cassie Blade (Sonya’s Sister) (Deceased, Killed by Kano & Hsu Hao)

OUTWORLD ARMY Goro (Leader of the Shokan) (Deceased, Killed by Motaro) Motaro (Shao royal guard) (Shao Kahn Summoned Minion) Meat (Entire group of creations, Guards of Flesh Pits) (Shang Tsung Summoned Minions)

BROTHERHOOD OF SHADOW Kia (Sareena’s and Ashrah’s Sister Demon) (Deceased, Killed by Ashrah) Jataaka (Sareena’s and Ashrah’s Sister Demon) (Deceased, Killed by Ashrah) Skarlet (Blood Golem created from Nitara’s own Blood) (Nitara Summoned Minion) Shadow Priests (Quan Chi Summoned Minions)

BLACK DRAGON Jarek (Axe Murderer, Prisoner on Seido) (Deceased, Killed by Jax during Seido prison outbreak) Tasia (Murderous Vixen, Prisoner on Seido) (Deceased, Killed by Sonya during Seido prison outbreak) No-Face (Pyromaniac, Prisoner on Seido) (Deceased, Killed by Seido Guards & Johnny Cage during the Seido prison outbreak) Hsu Hao (Smith and Cybernetic creator for Black Dragon)

CHURCH OF CHAOS Torr (Prisoner on Seido) (Ferra Summoned Minion)

TEKUNIN/ NEW LIN KUEI Grandmaster (Sektor’s Father, name unknown) (Deceased, Killed by Sektor) Hydro (Water-Based Cyborg) (Deceased, Destroyed by Sub-Zero and Scorpion)

OTHER Onaga (End Boss)

[dorizardthewizard]

Galactik Football season 3 rewatch, eps 16 - 18

Episode 16:

Nice levitation trick Simbai, but she's just allowed to use the Breath like that? Maybe because she's a flux society member? It does make me realise, since the wars were not so long ago, how many people are walking around who could previously use the the Breath all the time but now aren't allowed. That's kind of crazy!

I do like the idea of them actually learning how to use the Breath in more creative ways!

This soundtrack for Tia's training session is pretty cool

Well done Mei for wearing more weather-appropriate clothes this time!

Mice telling Mark to get it together kdjfskfd time for lover boy to get dunked on for once

FSJHDFKDSF ARTEGOR BEING A COMMENTATOR NOW I LOVE IT

Callie: Do you miss playing when you see your friends on the field? D'jok: Um, I- Callie: Certainly you must think they are still bitter towards you after beating them on Paradisia?

Callie those are some horrible questions leave the man alone 😭

I am once again asking for more Lun-Zeara action. Btw has she ever spoken a line? Fucking Stevens may have spoken more than her

I support the Snow Kids but I love seeing the Wambas winning and having fun <3

GOOOOOAL MICRO-ICE!

Artegor: Listen Barry, to be frank, I'm not a fan of your work

HE'S SUCH A BITCH LOOOL after my rewatch I want to make a compilation of Artegor's commentator moments

Lun-Zaera is CHILLING lmao, also I just checked the wiki for the spelling of her name and it's about as consistent as the Wamba's hair colour.

Why is Woowamboo being such a dick. She's trying her best!

Awwww D'jok cheering on the Snow Kids

Mei is carrying the defence in this match like the queen she is <3

Artegor contributes a more technical analysis of the game which is pretty cool

WOOWAMBOO FOULING?? I mean fouls aren't really rare but still, he's being far more aggressive than before? Sure, the Wambas aren't going to just be fun-loving when the GFC is at stake and they're as competitive as any other team, but when you combine this with the way he was talking to Lun-Zia it's just jarring?

Also WAIT. Woowamboo is ginger? So the player that switched to the Lightnings for the Paradisian tournament was just someone else? Fair enough as you wouldn't switch your star player, but yeah my bad. Actually wait, he literally has grey hair in the Netherball scenes in season 2. WHAT IS THE TRUTH

OK WHAT. SO LUN-ZIA TELLING THE WAMBAS WHERE ROCKET IS MOST LIKELY TO SHOOT IS PERFECTLY A-OK BUT D'JOK TELLING TEAM PARADISIA A LITTLE TIP ON HOW TO BEAT AHITO IS A BETRAYAL?? PLUS, in the last episode Aarch faces the SK in the holo-trainer and says he can beat them because he knows how they play, and that everyone else does too. WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS SAYING WHEN I WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT THE AHITO BETRAYAL BS. WHICH IS IT, WRITERS?!

Well at least Woowamboo seems more accepting of Lun-Zia now that he's seen her give it her all. Nice to see her settled in with the rest of the team!

I just had a thought, where is Maya in all this? We've seen Mama-Ice pop up and check on (scold XD) Micro-Ice but we didn't see Maya interact with D'jok at all? Wouldn't she have gone to see him instead of only hanging with the Snow Kids?? And now that D'jok's “retired” and hanging out by himself at Genesis, isn't she gonna look for him? She knows football was so important to him, so to give it up is a big deal! Ah well, we'll see.

Episode 17:

Yaay more Tia and Mei being besties

NOT CLOVER GIRL DOING THE MARYLIN MONROE

Side note I like Kim-8's vibes, she's just cool

That scene in Ballow's restaurant where he's talking about leaving dirty business behind, all while henchmen are constantly coming up to him with dodgy items like stolen paintings is so hilarious jfdskmn

aww I love Artegor trying to convince D'jok to come back, especially with him telling him how hard the SK took it when he left. It's also interesting to see Artegor refer to playing with the Snow Kids as a responsibility - they're a symbol of hope for the people of Akillian, who didn't even want to go to their first match in the stadium due to the trauma from the glaciation.

He also reminds D'jok he's a Snow Kid, which reminds me of their conversation in season.... 2? Where Artegor tells him he'll always be a kid from Akillian. It's also nice that once he's voiced his opinion, he changes the subject instead of pressuring D'jok to answer. He's really developed from the demanding Shadows coach he used to be.

THE PIRATES!! CRUSH THE RED TIGERS!!!!

Poor Artie, he can never watch a full match LOL

FOUR GOALS FOR STEVENS!!! WOOOOOOOOO PIRATES BEAT A FLUX TEAM! TAKE THAT!!!

NO. NO NO NO NO NO. THE CYCLOPS CANNOT FREEZE PEOPLE. THAT'S THE XENON'S FLUX. TRY AGAIN. ACTUALLY WATCH THE PREVIOUS SEASONS. TAKE IT FROM THE TOP.

Do you ever watch an old video and get jumpscared by a comment you don't remember making? Because I wrote this on another upload 9 years ago and I still don't know how they messed that up LOL.

I mean yeah sure it COULD be a new ability they've unlocked like how the Snow Kids are finding new ways to use the Breath. But they don't show the Cyclop's hypnosis thing at all, the animation is exactly the same as the Xenon's flux, and Callie even mentions their "hypnotic" flux and how the players can barely stay on their feet, which doesn't really match what's on screen sooo yeeeeeaahhh this is just an animation error. A pretty big one though.

So team Paradisia have no problem using their flux? Which was a synthetic one to begin with? And the technology for it is no longer available? Or do they just get it implanted once and that's it? So what was up with them going into those pods to “charge”? How does this work???

sfkdgfkjdf Mark went too hard on the sauerkraut, I love this gag about Mark and food

YESSSS SONNY! FATHER SON BONDING TIME FINALLY. His speech about the Pirates always being by his side even in tough times is sweet, and makes sense for D'jok. He's been through a lot with the Snow Kids and they're basically family now, and family wouldn't truly turn him away if he was sorry for what he did. At least, they wouldn't stay mad forever.

BENNETT YOU LEGEND. But also a bit reckless of Sonny to stand with D'jok right in the middle of an open area

Sonny: We're trapped!

Um no you're not, there's a staircase right there

Poor Cyclops, always getting clowned on :( ARTEGOR IS A SAVAGE IN THIS MATCH

BALLOW OUTING THE CON ARTISTS FDKFDKJDF I'm sorry I know it's a tragic moment for Sinedd but THAT'S SO FUNNY

The way they animate Sidney rolling around is hilarious. Also Thran only thought of finding Harvey just now? Wow, talk about second-class citizens.

It's so funny how this is the last episode in the official playlist, like they just gave up uploading HD episodes 2 years ago. Unless it's a regional thing? I'm editing this in Austria rn and the official English uploads aren't available unless I use VPN, are the French eps all uploaded in HD at least?

Episode 18:

Aaaaand I'm back to 480p uploads from 10 years ago. Thank you for your service youtube user lykaon868

I do get to see the intro and outro now though yaaaay

Wait what? We ended last episode on D'jok wanting to talk to the Snow Kids and with this one we just skip ahead to him being on the team again? I mean... they were building up to that moment for sooo long and we don't even get to see it? What???

It seems Tia and Rocket have accepted D'jok back but Micro-Ice and Ahito aren't so enthusiastic. It's strange to see Ahito so resentful but it's a refreshing change to see him react like that.

Micro-Ice's reaction on the other hand isn't taken very seriously and it's presented as them squabbling immaturely but like... he's right to feel hurt! We could've had some good Micro-Ice angst topped off with a heart-to-heart between two guys who canonically consider each other brothers, but here we are.

Sinedd's parents were... I M P O S T E R S ?

Sharky why are you revealing this as a scoop when it just puts you into hot water for not doing a background check before inviting them on the show

OOOO SHADOWS SPEAKING HISTORIC MOMENT

This is the serious - silly contrast dynamic I had in my head for the Shadows LOL. Although it's sad this kind of implies the Shadows only care for Sinedd as a player and not a person, telling him to get a grip after something like that? Although maybe their whole thing is that they TRY to act tough but really they're all feeling like that one guy who ran out crying lol. It IS a bit weird to insert comedy like that into this kind of scene though, kind of undercuts it for me.

Artegor just having tea and biscuits 🤣🤣🤣

CALLIE ACCEPT HIS OFFER FOR TEA DON'T BE RUDE. He looks sad after her reaction fskdjfskds honestly Artegor is probably the best character this season

STOP HAVING THEM SCORE IN THE FIRST MINUTE SFJKDFSKS

Tia squaring up to Sinedd I LOVE HER

Also wtf Sinedd, but he was about to go to Mei so I wonder what he was gonna do? Taunt her? Or maybe he regretted it? I guess we'll never know

This is a match with the Shadows, the Snow Kids' biggest rivals, and yet the first half is over in a few minutes of the episode! The matches just aren't as interesting in this season and feel too rushed

TIA CAPTAIN MOMENT YYYEAAAAAAHHH SHE DESERVES IT!

I am not immune to some D'jok vs Sinedd action

Not Maya focusing on Sinedd when she hasn't interacted with D'jok this whole time 😭

Mei is such a savage, it reminds me of Stevens handing Sinedd the ball that one time when there was seconds to spare LOL also pls forgive the shit quality gifs, demonstration purposes only folks

Sinedd: Do like everyone else Mei, don't worry about what I do and just forget me. Mei: But Sinedd- Sinedd: I lost, Mei. I lost everything. Everything.

Oof Sinedd really goes through the ringer every season, huh

Mark is smooth as butter on the pitch but so incredibly cringe at flirting

Warren: The team. The group. That's all that counts, D'jok D'jok: Being a team player Warren, that's what I want to improve!

Sure D'jok, until next season. But it's also kind of weird to portray his arc as if he just needed to learn how to be a team player again, when a big part of why he left was the emotional turmoil from the breakup and him lashing out because of it. That's never really resolved, although I guess the season is trying to say that D'jok became obsessed with winning again, which is what drove Mei away in the first place, but again I'm just speculating here! They had the means for a really good arc for D'jok but fumbled it and decided to retread old paths instead.

Is Harvey alive after all?

I do love that Clamp is still working alongside Sonny. And yaaaay Thran gets to do something!

Wait Paradisia is a dead planet, it didn't blow up or anything. Harvey is a robot so is it that surprising he's still there? Why not look for him earlier?

[musings-and-moans]

spotted (kinktober day 2)

kink(s) of the day: branding and creampie | kinktober masterlist

(want to be tagged in the kinktober masterlist?)

submission for: @semisgroupie’s 3K Slut Collab and @sanzucide’s Burn Book Collab {thank you for organizing this💕, i apologize for being late because tired :( }

features: kento nanami x fem!reader (afab!, uses she/her pronouns) (college AU, gossip girl AU) | wc: 3890 | song: promiscuous - nelly furtado, timbaland

warnings: branding (hickeys), creampie, mentions of cheating (geto cheats on reader), alcohol consumption, oral sex (f! receiving), daddy kink, clit play, clit slapping, slight bondage , doggystyle, unprotected sex (on pill/plan B), rough sex, names (slut, bitch, sweetheart), degradation, overstimulation, squirting, possessiveness (if you squint?), being filmed without knowledge (please lmk if i missed any tags)

beta reading & brainstorming: @mxonigirimiya (thank you so so so much 💕)

networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

synopsis: after your boyfriend was caught cheating on you, you were scared to go out anywhere, but then, you gained confidence and years later, you became the talk of the town. a chance encounter with the former nerd turned hunk sort of changes your perspective…

a/n: i know that it is 6th/7th october, so i apologize for the delay, will try posting regularly *fingers crossed* as always, please keep in mind that i may not post everyday because life happens, but i will complete them soon :D do fill my taglist and follow @shynahasabookshelf and turn on notifications to receive new updates on my fics. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, make sure to have ages on your bios. minors, ageless and blank blogs please dni, i will block you.

“This just in: (Y/N) (L/N)’s boyfriend of two years, Suguru Geto, was caught hooking up in the hotel room with the now most popular person in Jujutsu High University of Tokyo, Mei Mei. Sources say that she even popped her cherry because of him. Maybe it’s their way of letting (Y/N) know that she doesn’t belong with them on their level. What will she do now?”

You were fuming when you found out about your ex-boyfriend’s infidelity through Gossip Girl of all people. You had dated him since you were in your freshman year of college, and you did lose your virginity to him. Could you blame him? He was so good to you in bed. He treated you well and you were so in love with him… but what did you get in return? This piece of shit news from the Gossip Girl Instagram account that someone must have started within the walls of the university to get deep-trenched into the scandalous lives of JJUTokyo. 

What was worse, was that the person that he cheated on you with, you knew her, he had introduced her to you before. She was the person he told you not to worry about: tall, good looking, very poised, suave, intelligent, independent. All those things that you definitely were, but he made you feel miserable about it, and this was him shoving it into your face that she was a tad bit better than you. 

This led you to feel very embarrassed, and not wanting to show your face in public for days. Well, how could you? You were insulted on social media ffs! However, one day, a knock on the doorstep of your apartment would change your life, and when you opened it, to your surprise, you saw that it was Suguru’s best friend and your confidant, Satoru Gojo at your doorstep.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Gojo looked at you, sorrowfully, as he saw you sniffling, in your PJs. “You deserve way better than that fucker. I don’t say this lightly, but I’m utterly disappointed, no, angry at my best friend for doing this to you! Let me come in, I have something for you.” As you allow him to enter, he surprises you with a couple of things: your favorite ice-cream, some makeup and self-care items you desperately needed, and a shimmery dress of your favorite color, with matching shoes and a matching purse. 

“Do you like them? I got these for you!” He grins, continuing to wipe your cheeks,“See, I know you feel like shit right now, but I remember this one quote: Whoever said that money doesn’t buy happiness didn’t know where to shop. Do you know who said this?“ Still sniffling, you answer, “Umm, Blair Waldorf?” Gojo chuckles, “Yes, I know that you’ve read the books, but in this case? Me!” You roll your eyes at him, chuckling. You saw this coming, but were appreciative of your best friend for trying to cheer you up. “That guy is a bastard, honestly. He doesn’t deserve you. However, I don’t want to see you,” pointing at you, “like this, throwing your life away, your future away, just because of the stupid fucker..” 

Unsure what to respond, you let him continue. “There’s a party going on at my house. To mark the beginning of junior year. I want you to finish this ice cream, freshen up, put on the makeup that I gave you, wear the dress, the shoes, carry the purse, hold your head high, and come to the party with me, because we need to show to him, that you’re not in the least bothered by the choice that he made. Because frankly, you are much better than her. You’re hotter than her!” Wiping the tears off your face, you laugh at Gojo, “You know that you’re crazy, right?” He grins, “What can I say? I’ve always had a love for drama.”

Taking Gojo’s advice, you dress up well and go to Gojo’s house for the party. You were sure of not wanting to go, because Suguru is Satoru’s roommate, but you do end up holding your head high, greeted everyone whose eyes were on you with a smile, drank and danced to your heart’s content, and got the attention of some of the hottest men in town.

Some of them, especially Suguru, could hear you moan and groan through Satoru’s bedroom as you were bouncing off of the quarterback’s cock as he made you feel good, that he fucked the sadness out of you. It was as if a switch within you was turned on. You came out of the bedroom, tying your hair in a scrunchie, looking at everyone who were looking at you, saw Suguru, smirked and said while flipping the bird, “He was definitely better than you in bed. It’s a shame that you’re missing out on me, baby.”

You winked as you heard people roaring in thunderous applause for you as if you won the Oscars. You even caught the attention of a certain someone who attended the party, although being a year younger to you, class wise: Kento Nanami, the straight A-student, who was one of the most sought-after men, but he never had any relationships, with his priority for academics coming in the way ever so often.

Two years had passed since then. It was the senior year of college and you were months away from graduating. You were, however, a different person altogether from the sorry state of the sophomore student you once were. Now, you were maintaining a dual reputation: a studious academician by day, and a promiscuous seductress by night.. You were a part of the creme de la creme section in your friends circle and in the university.

The studious side of you never came in the way of your freedom to do what or who you want to do, so as long as you have fun and know you are happy and safe. The total badass that couldn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything. And if something or someone did come your way, you crush it or them so hard that it can not be undone. There was no guy in the university that didn’t look around to take a second look at you. All the hot guys followed you and you got to pick your choice and the rest of them would still wait for you to get a chance to date and eventually, sleep with you. 

In this course of satiating your carnal needs with different individuals, you were starting to get tired and bored of the whole ordeal. So, one night, as you were chilling with Satoru, as you were casually conversing with him, you sighed and mentioned that you are tired of these people who were swarming around you like fruit flies, and you need a challenge, you needed something interesting. Your cerulean-eyed friend then smirks and tells you, “I figured you would say that. Lucky, I have a dare in mind for you: to get someone I know out of his shell. He’s someone I think would suit you right now. Remember my junior, Kento Nanami?” 

You scoff and reply, “Wait him? Oh, please,” you swat your hands in the air, continuing while rolling your eyes, “I remember sharing a couple of classes with him during the freshman year, and especially remember that he did not look so… presentable, to put it mildly.” Gojo smirks and responds, “Of course you wouldn’t remember him otherwise!” He then puts on a concerned look, and responds, “You made his life miserable, you know? You used to bully him, would walk past by him, and throw slushies only on his face for no reason, would call him an old man just because of the glasses that he wore and might I add, you had secretly spread a rumor about him and because of which, girls are not approaching him to this date.”

“But, sweetheart, let me tell you something. He has been constantly working out. He may not like to air his dirty laundry in public, but he started off the same way as you. The only difference is that you were popular enough for the skeletons in your closet to be revealed, in front of everyone.” You scoffed in response, “Oh please! I don't think that he has changed in any way–” Your friend then interrupts you by showing you Nanami’s Instagram account on his phone. As you scrolled down, your eyes widened in profound shock as you see Nanami's chiseled physique through the grey tank top that he wore at the gym bathroom. Suddenly, it’s as if something sparked in you and you decided that you wanted to approach him. Knowing your expression, Satoru remarks, “With that in mind, (Y/N), I dare you to make him sleep with you.” 

The very next day, you look for Kento Nanami in the college library, and as you found him sitting and reading what looked like a novel, you approached him with a smooth silky voice, and softly call out to him, “Hello, Nanami.” He doesn’t respond. You then continue, sighing, “Figured you wouldn’t say anything. I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Nanami responds to you without looking at you, as he flips through the pages of the novel, “Please make it quick, (L/N)-san. I have no time to deal with people like you.” 

You then pucker your lips, then put on a straight face and respond with an appologitic look, “Nanami, I am very sorry for having made your life miserable this past couple of years. I was just being a bad bitch, but I honestly would really like to get to know you. Would it be possible to have a cup of coffee with me?” Nanami doesnt look at you even for a single moment, but was quick to respond, “Only on one condition. Whenever we hangout, you will look at me with respect, despite whoever decides to run behind your coat tails. You will treat me like a decent human being as I deserve to be treated so. Is that too much to ask (L/N)-san?” You shake your head in denial and respond with a soft smile, “No, Nanami. It’s not too much.”

You and Nanami start to hang out, and even when your friends see you with him, approach you and make fun of him, you either change your seating or you stand up to speak for him, causing him to smile at you from afar but not give in. You even learned from Satoru that there was an incident where Nanami was defending your honor as well. You found it odd, given that you are well known as a slut, but he saw you as someone willing to change and not go by the perceived image of the society. That’s when you started to take interest in him, and somehow found him more attractive by the minute.

One day, in a surprising turn of events, Nanami decides to ask you out, and you accept his proposal, and as you get ready for the date, you get a text from Satoru: “Reminder that you’re yet to sleep with my junior. You have to complete the dare.” You immediately close the phone upon hearing Nanami calling out to you while knocking on your door. You both then go on their first date, enjoying yourselves. He’s such a gentleman to you, you two are having a good time, and you’re especially starting to take notice of his muscles peeking through his shirts, so you run your foot along his leg, ignoring the wall of text messages that Satoru’s sending you. 

You both then decide to go to Nanami’s place  afterwards, and no sooner do you enter than you cup his cheek and decide to kiss him on his lips, As you two kiss for a while, you realize that his lips, like whiskey, were smooth and addicting. As you begin to play with his hair, and walk to the couch, still kissing, Nanami releases himself from the kiss, softly responding, “(L/N)-san, I appreciate this, but, would it be okay if we took it slow? I’m just starting to get to know you and I want to cherish that.” Looking into his deep-brown eyes, you were surprised at his response, but with butterflies fluttering in your tummy, you nod, holding on to him instead.

As you two chill there, soaking in each other’s presence, you get a notification from Satoru again, but this time, Nanami’s the one that gets the first glance of the text as he absent-mindedly grabs the phone and checks the notification. He feels a slight sting in his chest, seeming that he’s been a ploy right from the start. You feel absolutely mortified, anxiety starting to grip you, not sure on what to say, but you think that he appreciates honesty, so you tell him the truth. “Yeah, initially, I was planning to sleep with you, because Satoru was talking about you and you… changed from the last time I saw you. You became hotter, and so, I want to sleep with you, because I…” you then place your hand between his thighs, and whisper in his ear, “...am a slut deep down, who’s craving for your cock.”

Tugging his lower lip between his teeth, an idea sparks in his head, while he grabs hold a bunch of your hair and pulls your head backward, with your neck on display. He brings his lips closer to your neck, but there’s a small gap in between where he exhales, causing you to shiver. “I see, (L/N)-san. Fine then, but, only on two conditions.” His tone then changes to that of a serious, dominating one: 

“First, I’ll be placing hickeys all over you, and you will not dare to cover them up, but proudly wear them the next morning, like the slut you are.” You subconsciously whimper, and gulp in air, “Yes, Nanami–” but he holds you by your chin with the other hand and maintains that tone, “Not Nanami, daddy. I will not forgive you or fuck you, until you call me so, okay?” You whimper again, and clench your thighs, moaning, “yes, daddy.”

He then smirks at you, and whispers, “Secondly, you better be on birth control tonight or have a plan-B the next day, because I’m going to fucking cum inside you so much that you’d be full of me, you slut. Oh, and from now on, you’ll be walking to university, with my cum dripping down, because I own you now!” 

With that, he pulls your face towards his, kisses you roughly, with his tongue swirling around yours as he picks her up by your ass and wraps your legs around his waist. Taking you to the bedroom, you moan in between the kisses as he pushes you on to his bed, your expression showing bewilderment at this new side of Nanami that he unveiled that you were getting to see. 

He pounces on you, and with one hand, he holds the both of your hands above your head while kissing all over your neck, shoulders and chest, sucking and biting hard on some of the places, causing them to turn to a different color. He was right, he was branding you to be his. While kissing your neck, he was unbuttoning his shirt. As he stood up, he forced you to look at him and gaze deeply into his piercing brown eyes before your gaze wandered to the silhouette of his chiseled frame. While looking down, you noticed he had toned abs and a prominent v-line; you could tell that Satoru was right: he had been working out constantly. 

Despite your gaping mouth, you completely missed the fact that he'd taken out two of his thick fingers, and shoved it in your mouth, muffling your screams. As he orders you to suck on them, he takes them out and starts furiously rubbing your clothed clit. You’re fisting the sheets, moaning, and the next moment, you hear a ripping sound as Nanami then tears all your clothes, leaving you completely naked and at his mercy. 

His wicked smile adorned his face as he removed his pants and boxers, causing you to clench your thighs tightly as he revealed his hardened length. Up until now, no word had been spoken until you heard Nanami’s deep voice, emphasizing each word: “Spread your legs, bitch. I will not repeat myself.” 

On your elbows, you dragged yourself towards the head of the bed while spreading your legs and displaying your glistening wetness. Your hand subconsciously reached out to your clit, but he swatted your hand away and slapped your wet cunt, causing your eyes to widen in shock. You think to yourself, “Is this really the Nanami that Satoru was talking about?” You felt as if he was staring right at you as he slapped your pussy again; this time your eyes rolled back, your mouth agape, and you whimpered and moaned in delight and agony. 

You were about to clench your thighs when he grabbed them tightly, with his fingers sure to make marks on your thighs, spreading your legs even wider and diving deep into your pussy without warning. The tip of his tongue began licking your clit before sucking on your folds, and his hot tongue thrust into your wet slit, mercilessly devouring your sex as if it were his last meal on earth. His eyes never left yours for a single second while he ate you. Your screams had turned into moans as he kept biting your inner thighs all over and then eating you out again, pushing you to the point where the coil in you started to build up. 

As you were about to reach your orgasm, Nanami removed his mouth from your pussy and turned your body around with your butt up, thus putting you on all fours. A shiver ran down your spine as he lined his dick into your entrance, remarking curtly, “A spoiled brat doesn't deserve to cum on Daddy’s tongue.” He suddenly slammed himself into you until he bottomed out, his cock so long and girthy that he stretched your inner walls so much. His slender hands gripped your hips tightly, thus amplifying your whimpers. 

His cock rammed hard into your wet pussy so much that your arms lost their strength, the bed creaking loudly as you were fucked into oblivion. The moment you paused to rest your head, he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it back while holding your breasts out to pull you toward him, steadily increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.

In between all of this, both of you were not aware of the fact that someone had placed a camera by the window in such a position that your naked silhouettes were actually visible, as you two were in the moment. You had no clue, that someone you both knew, Suguru Geto, was behind the camera. He was jealous of Nanami going on a date with you, so to try knocking him down a peg, he came up with this idea upon learning from Satoru that you two were on a date. Suddenly, a new notification appeared on everyone’s phones from the very own Gossip Girl: “Oooh, this just in, the resident queen of sex is getting railed by a former nerd turned hottie. Dare I say, he looks very handsome taming our wild beast. Looks like someone’s legs are going to be sore.” 

Everyone got to see the link and see the show before their eyes as you were getting railed by this overnight popular hunk. They were noticing how he was pleased at the sight of you whimpering as your inner walls were hugging his cock so well, like they were specially made for him. He then smirked and reached out for your face, holding it by your chin and whispering, “Bitch, scream for me.” 

The tip of the head touched your spongy cervix, causing you to moan incessantly while he drilled deep into you. He rasped into your ear, “What a good girl you are, taking daddy’s cock in so well.”  

As Nanami nuzzled his face onto your neck and sucked on your sensitive spots again, biting hard and licking the marks that he made, the sound of skin slapping against your wet folds, your moans, and his grunts reverberated through the house. The coil built up so much that you could no longer stand it and screamed, “I can't take it anymore, I want to cum!” However, he only pinched your nipples while thrusting into you and smacked your ass, saying, “No, slut, I will not let you cum.” 

Geto hears people cheering in the background as he hears people cheering for Nanami railing you. He scowls realizing that Nanami was getting more popular than planned.

You whimpered pleadingly, “Daddy, please! I'll be good, just let me cum.” His hand reached over your sensitive bud and rubbed it hard in soft circles, enough to make your legs shake from overstimulation and your eyes roll back. 

“Cum for me,” he said emphatically.

The coil inside you finally snapped and you lost control, a clear liquid oozing out of your body and dripping onto the sheets as you cried in ecstasy. Nanami’s thrusts became more sloppy, grunting in pleasure, and pounded one final thrust into you, painting your walls white. Your inner walls clenched around his cock as you milked him dry, his seed spilling deep into you, before you both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily, with him toppling into you.

He pulled his now-flaccid cock out of you, causing you to whine, the combination of both of your essences dripping out from your puffy folds. He turned your body face-up and his forehead touched yours. “(L/N)-san,” his tone softens, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me, I—” you interrupt him by kissing him on his lips, responding, “you’re kidding me? I enjoyed it. Maybe, we can change it up a little bit, if you think we’re okay?” He chuckles, as he goes to the restroom and comes back with a warm towel to clean you up and massage your legs. 

As he’s about to say something, he notices his phone continuously pinging and that’s when he sees a barrage of notifications appearing left and right ranging to, “OMG YOU HAD SEX WITH HER?!” To “Look who’s the new playboy in town!!” To Gojo who also saw the video and was shocked. “Nanamiiii, I didn’t know you had that in you! 🥰”

This causes Nanami to be furious especially when he sees the Gossip Girl post, but then he sees the username of the person who posted the livestream and it turned out to be Geto! He thinks to himself, “Isn’t Geto-san, (L/N)-san’s ex?” as he turns to the window that had the phone. A knowing smirk appeared on his face as he laughed maniacally, immediately understanding that Geto wanted to embarrass him, but that backfired, because of his newfound reputation of banging the talk of the town, the Regina George of his university, and now, his slut. 

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[turntechgaykid]

BNHA Redesign/Rewrite Part 2

Part 1

During the two weeks before the Sports Festival Izuku trains relentlessly while helping Mei make the support items for the other students

On the day of the Sports Festival Izuku is confronted in the waiting room by Shoto. Shoto approaches Izuku telling him that he overheard the deal he and Aizawa made and that there's no way Izuku will be able to win because "to be a hero you need a strong body & quirk" Izuku tells him he's wrong an storms off.

The sports festival has three events but begins with an obstacle course race.

First Shoto tries to take out as many opponents as possible by covering the ground w/ ice. Izuku manages to get past but as he does he realizes the first obstacle are robots ahead of him swinging at any students unlucky enough to get too close, Izuku manages to get past by grabbing a metal plate & using it to severe the head of the robot by using the robots momentum against itself as it fell forward on Shoto's ice.

Next Izuku has to pass a massive cavern on ropes, he grabs one and slowly crawls across, managing to get a cross but he realizes he's fallen behind.

The third obstacle is a field of landmines, Izuku has an idea and begins digging up an piling the mines after gathering enough he takes the large metal plate he grabbed and jumps atop the pile, launching himself forward. He quickly gains the lead though he sees Katsuki and Shoto on his tail and using the last of his momentum slams the metal plate onto the ground to propel himself further landing harshly but making it to first place, allowing him to advance the the second event: a Cavalry Battle.

Izuku them finds out that the contestants are given points based on where they placed in the race and he is now worth the most points.

Because of the target now on his back he struggles to find teammates but luckily Ochako decides to join him, quickly followed by Mei and finally Tokoyami, The event begins & they're first attacked by team "TetsuTetsu" & team "Hagakure" but thanks to Mei's gadgets and Tokoyamai's dark shadow they manage to thwart their attacks.

The team takes to the air but is attached by a very pissed Katsuki. Tokoyami blocks Katsuki's attack though and the team lands safely, things are okay for a while but soon enough the team is confronted by Shoto's group. Izuku and Shoto's team battle but unfortunately Shoto manages to snag Izukus 10 million point head band though Izuku is able to surprise Shoto by fainting an attack an grabbing one of Shoto's head bands, though without much time left to spare realizes it's a low number head band an panics, Tokoyami comforts him an shows that he too got a headband an they have enough points to move into the last event.

Before the third and final event the students are given a lunch break, during which Izuku is again cornered by Shoto in private. Shoto asks why Izuku is trying so hard to do something impossible an Izuku explains the discrimination he's faced an how he won't give up no matter what, Shoto gets frustrated an tells Izuku his backstory (how he was born from a quirk marriage an was raised an trained by endeavor to beat All might an be the #1 hero) to try an 'prove' that you need a powerful quirk to be a hero but Izuku is horrified by the story an says that anyone can be a hero as long as they are determined to save people and storms off.

(* All of this is over heard by Katsuki)

The final event is revealed to be a Tournament and Izuku's opponent in the first round is a student named Hitoshi. Who approaches Izuku to talk but before Izuku can say anything a student named Ojiro stops him and warns him to not respond to anything Hitoshi says.

A confident but sceptical Izuku steps into the ring and quickly begins his brawl with Hitoshi. Both holding their own before Hitoshi begins angerly questioning why Izuku won't use his quirk and more out of reflex then anything else Izuku makes the mistake of answering and suddenly is frozen in place.

Hitoshi tells Izuku he admires him for doing so well during the sports festival despite being quirkless. Then Hitoshi tells him to turn around and walk away, Izuku under the effects of his quirk obeys the command & slowly begins to leave the ring.

Still conscious, Izuku tries to stop himself but cant, suddenly someone (Mei) begins screaming from the stands, telling Izuku she'll kick his ass if he quit now before he got into the hero course.

The sudden outburst manages to startle Hitoshi long enough for his quirk to weaken on Izuku. Izuku uses the chance and suddenly bolts to Hitoshi punching him square in the jaw before grappling him around the waist and throwing Hitoshi out of the ring allowing Izuku to move to the next round.

(here I would have an episode cover the matches between Denki vs Sevo, Shoto vs Ibara, Mei vs Ilda, Mina vs Yuga, Momo vs. Tokayami & TetsuTetsu vs Kirishima)

Izuku gets worried for Ochako as she is put up against Bakugo and gets it head on by one of Katsuki's explosions, Ochako manages to put up a fight, using the debris that Katsuki's explosion made against him, but eventually collapses due to exhaustion, losing the round. Izuku goes to check on her after the match an runs into Bakugo, congratulating him on the win.

Izuku then goes into his next match vs Denki, the fight starts with Denki getting multiple hits on Izuku shocking him several times an telling him he should quit but Izuku notices when Denki shots his electricity across the ground it doesn't hurt him, realizing the rubber bottom of his shoes is keeping him safe he quickly comes up with a plan.

The match turns as every hit & bolt Denki throws is blocked by a kick from Izuku until Izuku manages to get Denki on the edge of the ring an bunny kicks him right out of bounds, winning the match.

(Here I would have an episode cover the matches between Shoto vs Iida, Mina Momo, TetsuTetsu vs Kirishima tie breaker & Kirishima vs Bakugo)

After the match Izuku runs into the pro Hero: Endeavor. Endeavor tells Izuku to give Shato a good fight, Izuku knowing about Shoto's life w/ Endeavor tells him he'll beat Shoto and he's gonna do it without a quirk Encheaver gets pissed but Izuku leaves before he can do anything.

After Izuku and Endeavor's talk the next match begins.

Izuku prepares to charge Shoto but barely manages to evade Shoto's ice though he has the idea to use the ice as cover while dodging an weaving his way closer to Shoto. And as he sneaks close enough he punches through the ice, breaking two fingers, grabbing hold of Shoto's hair to bash his head against his own ice wall.

Shoto, pissed an dizzy, decides to try an end the match quickly by sending a massive wave of ice against Izuku, Izuku takes the hit head on but keeps hold of the ice to not fall out of bound then climbing the ice back into the ring.

Izuku knowing that too much use of his ice will start to freeze Shoto, berates him and tells him to stop only using half his power when everyone else is doing everything they can to win, Izuku demands Shoto stop pretending to be weak an face him like a man.

An enraged Shoto rushes Izuku but with the frostbite affecting his right side Izuku easily lands a hit on him however Shoto uses his ice and hits him right back. Izuku begins berating him again mocking Shoto's goal of disowning his father by only using half his power and Izuku lands another hit knocking Shoto to the ground then falling himself.

As they both struggle to their feet Izuku tells Shoto his power is his and his alone.

Shoto, moved by izuku's words, declares he'll be a hero and activates his fire and the two boys charge at each but before they can connect a wall of concrete separates them Shoto punches through but the blast of fire an rubble sends Izuku flying back, when the smoke clears Izuku is lying outside the ring coughing.

Waking up Inside recovery girls room Izuku sees Mei who immediately berates him for antagonizing his opponent, saying Izuku could've won if Shoto kept using his ice.

Izuku apologies but says he wanted to help Shoto overcome his depressive ways of thinking, Mei yields and helps Izuku return to the stadium to watch the final match between Katsuki & Shoto, during the match Shoto keeps from using his fire which pisses of Katsuki who thinks Shoto is looking down on him

Izuku yells for Shoto to keep fighting which enrages Katsuki even further, Katsuki's explosions getting bigger an harsher until he knocks Shoto unconscious, winning the match.

After the match Izuku talks to Ochako & iida and iida tells them about how his brother was attacked by the hero killer: Stain

[nekhnona]

(Please for the love of god READ THE PINNED POST ON MY PROFILE)

Hey overwatchers it's me again. You'll never escape

heres a drawing of necrofriggian mei ::] or as i like to call her... Frostburn Mei (since necrofriggians can control either ice or fire (or both) depending on the type of necrofriggian they are (normal like big chill. Or evolved. Like ultimate big chill.). If u wanna draw her the tags right there ^_^ make aure to use it so i can see it teehee

About her... she can cloak although its just a hood on her head, she prefers being clothed since she feels more comfy this way, although like typical necrofriggians she also just has a cool cloak on without them Funky Clothing Items, but only when indoors. she can also freely manipulate her body temp (much like any other necrofriggian in my headcanon) but prefers to stay cold ::] so silay

Im gona conk out now. Good nite nekhnona fanbase

[r-chaics]

# 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽

full name: aang ruan nickname: ru (derived from surname) age: thirty date of birth: oct 1 hometown: fremont county, colorado current location: anchorage, alaska ethnicity: chinese nationality: american gender: nonbinary pronouns: he/they orientation: alloromantic pansexual religion: none political affiliation: none occupation: full time student & housekeeper living arrangements: winterwood estates with takahuru language(s) spoken: chinese, japanese & english accent: none

# 𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

face claim: xu minghao hair colour: currently dyed blonde - soon to be dyed on a whim eye colour: brown height: 5′ 10″ weight: 60 kg build: slightly toned tattoos: none piercings: ears clothing style: typically clean, old money sweater vests, clean cut button downs and dress pants- when he's at home, he wears an apron usual expression: bright and smiley distinguishing characteristics: thick rimmed glasses that often glint in the light

# 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷

physical ailments: very poor eyesight - legally blind without his glasses neurological conditions: mild symptoms of OCD ( hoarding) never diagnosed allergies: mango sleeping habits: early riser / morning bird & feels terribly guilty if he sleeps in or sleeps too late eating habits: fresh vegetables & fruits, clean eating & typically preferring exotic fish for protein exercise habits: regular afternoon walks with the dogs emotional stability: wears his emotions on his sleeve and isn't afraid to talk about them- boundaries, however are horribly communicated sociability: extrovert body temperature: normally regulated addictions: none drug use: weed with taka alcohol use: loves plum sake too much

# 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

label: the obsequious positive traits: romantic & social negative traits: vain & manipulative goals/desires: take care of taka in all aspects, finish school and earn a degree to help support their life together so that they can share financial responsibilities and not have to solely rely on her fears: losing his sisters, taka or anyone else he considers family hobbies: homemaking, baking, cleaning, reading smutty romance novels, volunteering & tending to the garden habits: putting others first, humming to themself or loudly singing showtumes / musicals, skin picking, & eating way too fast

# 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈

father: tba mother: tba sibling(s): two sisters: mei & millie children: none pet(s): dogs, shared with takaharu family’s financial status: upper class

#𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 & 𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴

primary source of income: takaharu secondary source of income: none spending habits: useless items to supply their never-ending collections, accessories for the home, expensive furniture, lavish clothing  valuable possession: a key to taka's home worn around their neck instead of on a keychain

# 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂

weather/ season: summer colour: mint green animal: all ! music: alternative / indie movies: romeo + juliet ( 1996 ) series: port charles book: the vampire armand art style: romanticism beverage: jasmine tea food: cucumbers dessert: sorbet cocktail: tom collins pizza toppings: just cheese fruit: figs ice cream flavour: mint chocolate

# 𝙴𝚇𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚂

zodiac sign: libra mbti: esfj enneagram: two temperament: sanguine hogwarts house:  alignment: chaotic good primary vice: lust virtue: kindness element: air

[kindauglypikachuicon]

Honkai: Star Rail’s “Critter Pack” event about mixing Ruan Mei’s little critters into different patterns (It’s a breeding game basically and they’re all so cute my little darlings!!)

Part 1

Trash Cake after eating trash it mutated to look like this lmao looks like a certain Trailblazer who keeps looking into trashcans…

After feeding the little critter a specific item they might have a special mutation, and if they look like someone the Trailblazer will brush them up and then send a photo of them to that person. Isn’t that cute?

Rice Dumpling a cute little one that looks like Dan Heng! And Dan Heng denies this lmao

Ice Cake who looks like March 7th!

[bxd-kxrma]

🗣+ Mei and Sampo

Send me 🗣+ the names of 2 muses on the blog, and there will be a random conversation written involving them. (Accepting)

“I call it! Forever ice! It never melts!”

Mei takes the item and it melts immediately in her hand. “Oh look. It melted.”

“W-Well would you look at that. Ha~…”

[mostrandomgallery]

And yet another OC design. This here is Qi Lin, yet another supporting character from my original series As Seen on TV!

Here's some info on her:

Her full name is (in Chinese name order) Bing Qi Lin (冰淇淋). Her name is the Chinese word for "ice cream". True to her name, she has an "ice" motif to her character; her hair colors were chosen to evoke a "pastel winter" feel.

Along those lines, I imagine her to be an Ice-type gym leader if she lived in the world of Pokémon. She would definitely need to have a Glaceon (and possibly a Vanilluxe) on her team.

She typically wears Qi Lolita fashion. Here are the outfits she's wearing.

Qi Lin is based on Mei from Overwatch. Both are Chinese, wear glasses, have a similar body type, both are connected to ice/snow, and I imagine her to speak with the same voice.

In-story, Qi Lin is one of the few characters with a part-time job. She works at a tea shop called "The Winter Melon", and her favorite item on the menu is their Honeydew Slush w/boba (another Mei reference, this time it's her "Honeydew" skin).

She owns a dog named "Snowball". Haven't figured out what breed to make it... maybe a Coton de Tulear or a Maltese.

She is friends with Tae-Yeon Kwon and Soleil Walker. Later on, she also becomes friends with Inari Fushimi.

Her ice-related experiments have gotten her 1st Place at science fairs.

She is nicknamed "Chilly Qi Lin" by her friends and acquaintances due to her love of winter. She's actually pretty chill about it.

DO NOT REPOST!!! Also on deviantART

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO NEFE COSMIA, KOMUGI INUKAI. 🌓

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: monis age: 25 pronouns: she ooc contact: _yyxy twt other characters in xc: mei, ivan

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: komugi inukai age: 15 pronouns: she series: wonderful pretty cure canon point: ep 20 app triggers: no.. its precure…

personality:

Komugi is a dog, like originally. Little dog that just really loves her owner and wants to be able to talk and play and spend all the time with her!! Which means.. Komugi is extremely excitable, friendly, but also has the mindset of a very spoiled child. She’s very stubborn, struggling with understanding that she can’t always have everything go her way. Though usually her stubbornness is from being left alone, not being able to do things her human can.

She’s full of curiosity, which is endearing but can come off annoying at times. Komugi doesn’t know when to stop, when to chill out… until she knocks out. Her canine-like tendencies are also hard for her to hide, especially since she’s not the smartest one around.. Like she forgets she can’t just tell people she’s a dog.

She’s an airhead.

something your muse struggles with: Patience. ….she’s a dog.. Stubborn.

your muse’s greatest strength: Trusts easily. Loyal. Believes the good in everyone.

history / background:

When Komugi was a little puppy, she was found injured and afraid of humans. Luckily her current owner, Iroha, brought her to her family’s animal clinic and got her all patched up. In the process she officially adopted Komugi, and their new life began. That’s the life of Komugi, having a loving family and living the best life as a dog. Though she gets lonely whenever Iroha leaves for school, because she can’t take Komugi with her! Like come on, but Komugi doesn’t understand that. Yet she dreams of being a human too, of being able to spend more time with Iroha.. Oh these dog struggles.

It wasn’t until one day, when they’re playing at the park, did Komugi’s life change forever. A giant sheep-like monster appears and starts to terrorize the park. Iroha does her best to try to protect a kid, but what can she do? Iroha is in danger and Komugi is just a small dog that can’t scare this sheep away.

As she stresses over it, runs over to Iroha to do something, the Wonderful pact appear…

And then she just became a pretty cure. Komugi got the ability to turn into a human then into a precure.. And she saved the day! She just wanted to save her humaaaan guys.

powers / abilities:

Ability to talk. Can talk to humans… Transforming into a human/precure.

Precure Abilities

Puni Puni Barrier - A paw shaped shield she can summon. Can protect from all attacks. Help! Kirarin Animal - She can borrow the abilities of the Kirarin Animals. Needs the Friendly Tact.

inherent abilities:

Heightened senses. She’s a dog… Extremely athletic.

items / weapons:

Wonderful Pact A makeup compact that allows Komugi to transform into a human and into her precure form.

Friendly Tact Allows Komugi to borrow the abilities of the Kirarin Animals such as:

Power of Hearing Power of Sliding Power of Speed Power of Strength Power of Jumping Power of Shrinking Power of Shapeshifting

starting ability: ability to talk starting item: NONE! Shes just a talking doggie rn

would you like this character to be housed upon arrival?: no… she’s a dog she’ll find a home

extra: She’s a papillon dog omg She’s just a little doooog she’s so dumbbb

discord id: komumumugi passcode: ouppy

[b4rredteeth]

setting: nightingale, mindy + benny

[  NIGHT-INGALE  ]:     after being badly beaten, one muse shows up on the other muse’s doorstep, pleading for help. the other obliges, brings them in and gently cleans their wounds, bandaging them up, helping them as much as they can while quiet confessions and gentle pleas happen. basically, angst and emotion and hurt and comfort, and it’s DELICIOUS–

Benny opened the door carefully, not thinking he’d find Mindy at his doorstep, but instantly feeling his body react to the sight of them. “Fuck…” He took up their appearance in one quick gaze, already knowing what it meant, and grabbed their arms before they could fall into his apartment. “They did get you… I figured I drew them away,” he said, his voice stained with anger. 

He only sported a split lip and a cut above his eyebrow. Mindy was looking worse for wear from an altercation that shouldn’t have ended when he’d drawn them away. But alcohol brought out the worst in people, and Benny couldn’t have lost his wares because of drunk idiots. 

The last thing he wanted however, was to lose his friend. 

“I got a first aid kit,” he suggested, bringing them in, and placing them gently on his couch, before rummaging in his kitchen to collect all the bandages and items he could possibly need. He returned to Mindy having laid down, eyes slightly closed. Their face was bruised, cuts on their arms and hands suggested they’d fought whomever had hurt them. 

Benny bit the inside of his mouth as he cleaned the scratches. “I’m so sorry this happened,” he whispered. 

“Pretty sure you didn’t beat me up.” 

He scoffed. “Nah, but I also didn’t help enough… I figured the fuckers would follow me, why the fuck would they even stay to do this to you? Fuck. Minds.” He sucked in a breath. “I should’ve stuck around.” 

Mindy closed their eyes. “Yeah fuck you for not sticking around.” 

He shook his head as he bandaged their arms, then brought up an ice pack for their face, careful with the pressure. He brushed their hair out of their face looking for a hint of a coming bruise on their jaw. “Got any pain anywhere else?” he asked.

They touched their side, and Benny carefully lifted up their shirt to reveal the bruise there. 

“Ain’t got nothing for that, except rest and ibuprofen.” He gave them a bottle of water and some pills. “Drink up.” 

“Didn’t know you could be so… soft.” 

Benny scoffed. “Only for the right people.” 

“Cute.” 

“Fuck off.” 

He studied them as they took some gulps of water and the pills, then placed the bottle on the floor. 

“Alright, brace yourself, I’m moving you to the bed.” 

Mindy seemed to disagree with that, but could barely move now. “I should go home… Mei will worry about where I am.” 

“I’ll text her, you shouldn’t move around too much.” He put his arms under them and lifted them from the couch with very little difficulty, moving them from the living room to the bedroom. 

“I didn’t know you had Mei’s number.” 

Benny shrugged, gently pulling the blanket up to Mindy’s chin, and taking their shoes off. “Don’t worry about it, go to sleep, meds should kick in soon, I’ll come back a few times to check if you’re still breathing,” he added. 

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch,” Mindy said softly. 

He looked back at them. “You ain’t worried I’m gonna grope you in your sleep?” he asked with a smirk. 

The grin was tired, but it was still a grin. “Always, but I’d still prefer the company over sleeping here alone.” 

Benny nodded. “Alright, I’ll just text Mei and put a plaster on my wound.” He stood again. “I sleep naked, by the way.” 

“Of course you do.”

[jpf-sydney]

Hatred has no future

New item:

The year was 2002 - the 20th anniversary of the normalization of Sino-Japanese relations, but also a time when relations grew sharply frostier over the prime minister's visit to Yasukuni Shrine. Into this fray dropped Ma Licheng's 'New Thinking on Relations with Japan,' triggering a storm of debate in both China and Japan. Even now, more than a decade after the essay's publication, the New Thinking continues to have a major influence on policy discussions. While Sino-Japanese relations hit new turbulence over the Diaoyu/Senkaku Islands in 2012, the author remains optimistic that the bilateral issues can be resolved rationally and peacefully. Referencing the durability of the postwar peace between France and Germany, he argues that - for their own and the international community's sake - China and Japan can and must find ways to overcome their antagonisms and live in peace as complementary neighbors. --Publisher’s description.

Shelf: 319.1022 MA ENG [ Nikushimi ni mirai wa nai. English]. Hatred has no future : new thinking on relations with Japan. by Ma Licheng ; based on the Japanese translation by Oikawa Junko ; translated by the Japanese Institute of International Affairs (JIIA). 1st English edition. Tokyo : Japan Publishing Industry Foundation for Culture, 2020. ISBN 9784866581231 (hardcover)

238 pages ; 22 cm.

Originally published in Chinese in 2013 by Hong Kong Open Page Publishing Co., Hong Kong. Japanese translation published under the title Nikushimi ni mirai wa nai : Chunchi kankei shin shiko, translated by Oikawa Junko and published in 2014 by Iwanami Shoten, Publishers, Tokyo. Originally published as: Chou hen mei you wei lai : Zhong Ri guan xi xin si wei. Japanese translation published under the title Nikushimi ni mirai wa nai : chūnichi kankei shinshikō. Tōkyō : Iwanami Shoten, 2014.""--Title page verso.

Includes bibliographical references and index. This English edition was translated based on the Japanese edition.

Table of contents:

An earth-shaking controversy.

What was my "New Thinking on Relations with Japan"?

The inspiration behind the "New Thinking" : Deng Xiaoping, Hu Yaobang, and their views of Japan.

I am not alone on my journey : He Fang, my mentor.

Emotions must not be allowed to dictate policy : two great supporters of the New Thinking.

Don't hide behind patriotism : was I really beaten up in Hong Kong?

Is it treason to forgive Japan? The Ge Hongbing controversy.

Curbing hot-headedness with reason : a letter from Zhu Liang and an article by Yuan Weishi.

From "breaking the ice" to a "warm spring" : Hu Jintao and Wen Jiabao break the impasse.

How the March 11 disaster brought the two countries closer.

What is the true nature of the unrest prompted by the Diaoyu/Senkaku Islands issue?

Will China and Japan come to blows?

Hatred has no future.

[kemot44]

Mei "Enhanced Ice items" [Overwatch]

Credits 

Kemot44 Extract Game files / Edit Texture, Bone, Mesh / Additional modifications /  whole transfer procedure to Sfm.

Overwatch (Blizzard Entertainment) Model property

Full description of content and features of model. Below

Source Filmmaker Workshop

[taeescript]

two ships (m)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 >> he was a boy. you’re just a girl. can it be any more obvious? but seriously. he’s your best friend, and you aren’t exactly looking to change that any time soon. (you think?!) 

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 >> ft. taehyung

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 >> best friends to lovers; was initially pwp but then i was also craving some fluffy squeezes

𝔴/𝔠 >> 11.6k (yikes)

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 >> fluffy tae, concerned tae, indecisive reader, some eavesdropping and sexy scenes that occur in a bathroom (?!) but in all seriousness, this is 18+ so please do not interact if you are a minor. as this includes oral (m receiving), unprotected penetration (always protecc guys), some praise kinks i guess and finally post-coital cuddles 

𝔞/𝔫 >> was i inspired by david schwimmer’s quote about how he felt about jenn? yes. was i also influenced by tae’s usual adorably cute yet sexy shenanigans? big yes. did i write this so i could participate in one of my all time favourite tropes? hard yes. okay i’ll shut up now so you can enjoy. and i really hope you do! (: 

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“Quick, what do you want in your coffee?” you speak into your phone. The barista is patiently waiting, finger poised to type at your command.

“I don’t know. Something sweet,” Mei says, slightly distracted. “Do I have a yellow top with flowers? This one is cute, but I feel like I always get floral stuff.”

“Something sweet?” you reiterate to the barista. She turns and looks at the menu.

“A lemonade,” Kira, your other friend, says over your shoulder to the barista. “That’s all for today.”

“Did Kira just order me another lemonade? Seriously, I say I like it once and that’s all she ever gets for me,” Mei complains.

Kira takes the phone from your hand and begins to walk away, very likely the two bickering about this lemonade conundrum. Shopping bags swing from her hands, and an equally heavy number of items are over your wrists as well.

You roll your eyes at them and turn back to the matter at hand. “I’ll take an Americano, please. Iced. No milk. And I’ll pay with card,” you tell her in a way that best expedites this process.

A few minutes later, your phone is back in your hand, and you and Kira are standing waiting for your order.

“Did Mei end up getting that top?” you ask, offhandedly.

Kira shrugs. She is consumed with checking her work email despite it being her day off. The three of you had decided to hit the mall to do some therapy shopping after a particular stressful business closing at the company that you all work for.

“Mei’s always buying something. I wouldn’t be surprised if she one day ends up with the same thing in her closet,” Kira says. Her inbox has been closed and she is now scrolling through Instagram. “Are you going to Taehyung’s party tonight?”

“Mhmm,” you say, now also consumed with checking your social media. “Dean is coming to pick me up a little early so we can eat dinner before going. Oh, these sunglasses are just what I’ve been looking for!” You show her your screen where a model you follow has uploaded a new photo. In addition to the three of you sharing the same job, your group of friends overlapped heavily.

Kira finally looks at you, a smirk on her lips. “Dinner, huh?” She completely ignores your latter comment. “Last time you guys went to dinner before a party, the two of you didn’t show up until two hours later. Or right after I texted you to get out of bed you horny bitch.”

“I told you, we had to hang up the TV as his place! His parents were going to come over the day after!”

She nods, as if to say “sure, whatever you say.” You flip the attack back on her in a weak attempt. “Are you going tonight? Is it weird seeing Tae?”

Brushing past you, she retrieves the drinks that the two of you have been waiting for. She scans the growing crowd outside the shop to see if Mei is in sight. When she returns, you have secured a small booth where the two of you could wait for the last member of your trio.

“Yeah, I’ll stop by. And no. Our relationship was fun while it lasted, but we’ve both pretty much moved on. He dated that blonde chick he met on Tinder for a while, didn’t he?”

“Ugh,” you say, “Don’t remind me of her. I know I’m supposed to try my best to accept all his beaus, but she was unbearable. I’m glad they only went on a few dates.”

Kira spies Mei pushing her way into the coffee shop just as your phone buzzes. You excuse yourself to take the call just as Mei makes it onto a seat.

“Where’s she off to?” Mei asks. Of the three, she carries the most amount of shopping bags.

Kira eyes the newest addition Mei’s haul and gives a small sigh. Biting her tongue on the comment, she answers Mei’s question instead. “Phone call. Are you going to Taehyung’s party tonight?”

Nodding animatedly, Mei takes a sip of her sour drink. She pulls a quick face. “I’ve been planning my outfit for it since he sent me the invite. Do you think Yoongi’s going to be there? And are you going? Are things still weird between the two of you?”

Kira sighs loudly this time. “Things are fine. He’s already seen like three other people since we’ve broken up. That was also last summer.”

“Yeah, but you haven’t seen anybody since. If Yoongi is going to be there, he’ll probably bring Hoseok. I think you guys would make a good match.”

“Ugh. Maybe we can start dating outside of our circle of friends. I want to avoid another messy breakup. Don’t get me wrong, it was completely mutual between Taehyung and I, but it was just so awkward after. You know how close Y/N and he is.”

Mei hums. “True. She tried her best, but I think she felt conflicted in thinking she needed to take either your side or his side.”

“There were no sides. But honestly, I wouldn’t have been angry if she had taken his. They’ve known each other since they were kids, and they’re best friends.”

You have returned to the two of them at this point. Your face is flushed an angry red, and there is a glazed look across your face. Mei stands up so fast she nearly knocks her drink off the table.

The amount of people packed into the rented Airbnb pool house is absurd. People have brought friends who have also brought their mutual acquaintance’s friends over to create a crowd that is still increasing despite the deepening night. Loud pop music pumps over the speakers across the lawn, with contrasting obnoxious EDM beats emitting from inside the building. Bodies are swarming and mingling under the hot summer sun as they converse, drink and share stories. In the center of the crowd is an equally filled pool ranging from people fully submerged to those who sit at the side with their toes dipped in the water.

“Holy shit,” Kira whistles when the three of you arrive. She has changed into a relaxed sheer top that covers her neon bikini top paired with jean shorts. Her long brown hair is wrapped into a bun and sunglasses are perched on the tip of her nose. This is what she is peering over to scan the people in front of her. “Now this is a party.”

Mei bounces excitedly in her floral sundress while her eyes dart around. “Do you think the boys have already arrived? I texted them in the car.”

“Knowing them, they probably were already here in the afternoon. I hope they’re sober enough to last the rest of the night,” Kira says with a roll of her eyes.

Standing off to the side with a six pack of coolers, you are more sullen than your friends. It had been with a lot of persuading and encouragement that you have shown up to the party. The sour taste from your afternoon encounter lingers on your tongue and you scowl.

“Okay, you know what?” Kira immediately says when she notices the look on your face. She takes the coolers from your hand and sets them on the ground before tearing one out and open. “I know we should probably say hi first, but you’re going to get this in your system. The breakup was shit but Dean was also shit.”

Mei hits Kira on the arm. “Oh my god, could you be any more insensitive?”

Handing you the can, she instructs you to drink while she opens one for herself. You reluctantly tip the sweet liquid into your throat.

“I’m just saying. He honestly was and I’m sort of glad that the two of you are over. He never made an effort to hang out with us, and kept you to himself. And as if to solidify his shitiness, he also decided you were only worth a breakup over the phone,” Kira states. She and Mei watch you quietly for your reaction.

You know that what she has said is true. Dean was an impulse boyfriend. And if you were to truly break it down, a rebound from your previous boyfriend who technically was also a rebound from the one before that. You couldn’t help it, however. You hated being alone and those boys were there when you needed. Truthfully, you had always been surprised that you and Dean had lasted as long as you had.

“Always more and better fish in the sea,” Mei says with a grin. She then shoves her phone in your face. “Think you can text your bestie for me? Nobody is responding in the group chat, and honestly I didn’t dress this cute just for you girls.”

“More fish in the sea, hmm?” you murmur somewhat softly after a while.

You can’t help but chuckle. Mei is still attached to your arm as you bring out your phone when a voice interrupts the three of you.

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

Turning, you greet the two who have walked up to you. From the corner of your eye, you notice Mei busily fixes her bangs. Kira takes the coolers and hands them to the two.

“You would’ve thought that a gentleman would offer to help carry these in,” Kira says with a drawl. She makes eye contact with the taller of the two, and there is a dangerous sparkle in her eyes.

“I was, and I am,” he says, taking the coolers from her. Hoseok smirks when he sees how annoyed Kira has become, although she has not fought back on his words. He has on a t-shirt, but it is evident that he had come from the pool as patches of wet cloth cling to his body and accentuate his lean torso.

Mei gives a small wave to the other. “Hi Yoongi,” she says shyly. Mei may have been loud and rambunctious when it came to fashion, but in front of her crush, she is as meek as a lamb.

The dark-haired boy smiles kindly, and his eyes give a lazy wink only for her. “Hey Mei. Sorry I didn’t respond to your text. We were a little busy. I told Hoseok that we’d better come to the entrance to see if we could catch you.” Mei titters flirtatiously at his statement.

You wave to the both of them, friends that you have known for even longer than Kira and Mei. “Hello to the both of you too. I’m doing well, how are you?”

Hoseok regards you for a moment, his gaze hesitantly leaving Kira for the time being. “Oh hey, Y/N. Glad to see you. Also not two hours later than the event time.”

His words make you bite the inside of your cheek uncomfortably. “Yeah. Anyways, let me bring the drinks in. I’ll let you all catch up.” You say this to him, but you feel as if you are speaking into air as the two pairs are already engrossed in private conversations. In a final attempt you ask, “Do you know where Tae is? Thought I’d say hi as well.”

Yoongi surprises you by answering. “Last I saw he was by the green umbrella close to the pool with Namjoon.”

You thank him and begin to weave your way through the crowd. Upon going closer to the pool, you see with a disappointment that there is more than one green umbrella. You try to peek at a couple of groups that sit under such umbrellas, but you do not recognize the top of a very familiar head in which you have had sleepovers with since the two of you were six.

Taehyung and you met when your parents had decided to hire the services of a private bus driver to bring the two of you home after school. You can’t quite recall who had initiated it (you’re leaning towards him), but at the end of the day both sets of parents had received angry calls about how the two of you would never sit, but instead would hide in the trunk of the car throughout the whole ride. The driver complained that you were both too loud, and that it was a hazard both to himself and the two of you if neither were to not behave. At that point, Taehyung’s mother had suggested to yours that since you all lived close enough, the two of you could be walking buddies. Eventually, it became that each set of parents would look over the two of you every other day after school as the other set would pick their respective child up after work was finished.

You never understand how the two of you became such fast and quick best friends. He was definitely more mischievous than you were, and you probably got into more trouble with him than if you had been alone. But he was so outgoing, and friendly. You found yourself always trying things out, and never being afraid to do so as you knew he’d be right there by your side. He made friends wherever he went, and he never tried to hold these people to himself. He always made you feel welcomed in their presence. It was perhaps fate. The two of you ended up going to the same university together, and even ended up working at the same city.

It had also always been a running joke amongst your friend circle, as well as amongst your parents and their friends, that the two of you would end up dating or married. Yet, it had been left as a joke. You each dated (Taehyung surprisingly the one who kept much steadier relationships), and you held onto your friendship with him with such endearment and ferocity.

You greet a few people you recognize inside the house. It is much louder and hotter than it is outside. In a few moments, you are sweating profusely and are looking for an exit. In the distance, you spot a balcony closer to the back of the house that is less populated. After a few bumps and plenty of “excuse me”s, you reach the open frame. A humid, but cooling breeze blows towards your face. You nearly sigh audibly at the relief.

“- broke up.” 

These are the two words you hear as you near what you thought had been an empty spot.

“Who?” 

“Y/N and Dean. They broke up.”

You recognize the voices. Peering just around the corner, you see his outgrown curly hair. He wears a simple black t-shirt with sunglasses slipped into the V-neck across his chest. Holding a dripping icy beer in one hand, he stands beside Namjoon. The two of them are covered in the shade, but you are able to clearly make out the movement of his throat as his Adam’s apple bobs.

“I didn’t know. Who told you?”

“You didn’t know?” Namjoon says with a raise of his brows. “I thought the two of you spoke about everything. And Yoongi did. He’s been crazy texting Mei for the last week.”

You are about to step up and explain to him that your phone had died when Namjoon’s next words stop you.

“So, think you’re going to tell her this time?” he asks.

Taehyung takes a swig of his beer. He exhales, then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His fingers linger on his lips, and he begins to pick at them – a nervous habit you knew he had.

“Tell her what?” Taehyung asks nonchalantly.

Namjoon scoffs. He leans against the banister, and also drinks from his glass. He has chosen a darker liquid which you believe may have been his go-to rum and Coke. “You know exactly what,” he says. “You think you’ve hidden it so well, but the guys and I talk about it.”

“Oh?” Taehyung says, “You guys talk about me behind my back?”

Again, Namjoon rolls his eyes. He stands up a little taller and comes closer to Taehyung. “Stop trying to act coy, Kim Taehyung. I’m asking if you’ll confess your little crush to your best friend.”

Your heart stops in your chest.

Taehyung pushes Namjoon’s chest lightly with the hand holding the beer. The other, he grips the railings and leans out to look out below to the ongoing party. “Stop calling it a crush. It makes me feel like I’m in first grade.”

To this, Namjoon laughs. “Well according to you, that’s when you first developed your crush. What was it? You told me you really liked this girl who you were fooling around with in the backseat of a car? Very suggestive wording from a six year old, might I add.”

Your heart resumes its beating, but each thumps fills your head. You want to shake your head to rid it of the pounding, but another part of you does not want to risk missing any of this conversation.

“You know exactly what I was trying to say, you dirty-minded ass,” Taehyung says. There is a light-heartedness to his voice, but also a deeper tone of reflection.

“C’mon, Taehyung, it’s been years.”

“I don’t know.”

The two of them are silent for a while, neither of them drinking. Behind you, the sound of the party becomes louder than ever as its attendees become more drunk and lively.

“We were always two ships passing one another,” Taehyung finally says. “Someone was always in a relationship. I had a crush on her first, but then she started dating. Eventually she was single again, but then I had begun to see someone.”

“Maybe now’s the time,” Namjoon says.

Taehyung sighs. “Maybe. I guess since we’re both single. But over the years I’ve thought, do I even want to take that chance? To ruin a perfectly good relationship. Even if I can’t say I love you as her lover, I’m simply happy being able to say I love you as her friend.”

His words make you take a step back.

Sure, you had heard him say those words to you countless times over the years, but you had never known… Furthermore, it wasn’t like you hadn’t made it obvious that you had also had feelings for him once upon a time. Every Valentine’s Day, you would get him a card and a gift. You never did it for any of the people you had seen – he knew that; you have reiterated a millions times how cheesy you thought Valentine’s was – but, he had simply always returned with a small box of no name chocolates.

“Are you okay with that?”

Their conversation continues unbeknownst to their eavesdropper.

“I’ll have to be.”

That is the last thing you hear before you run out.

The group has been reunited by the pool by the time you step back out. The sun beats down onto the top of your head and you’re unsure if you are light-headed because of the heat or the way your heart had been working complete overtime after overhearing that conversation.

Kira and Mei have since changed into their swimsuits. Mei is treading in the water with Yoongi off closer to the deep end, her giggles unabashedly loud, while Kira sits at the side of the pool. Hoseok is attempting to drag her down into the water with him, while she splashes at him with flirtatious annoyance.

You sit a little way from Kira, sipping quietly on your cooler while observing the unfolding scenes before you. Not really fully a part of any of the conversations around you, you are mainly trapped in your own mind until the seat beside you suddenly becomes taken.

“What’s on your mind, DP?”

It was an inside joke from years ago when you had thought the word “dipshit” was the funniest thing in the world. You had started overusing it in your everyday conversations, and Taehyung had thought it to be a fitting nickname for you since then. Why he had chosen DP and not DS boggled your mind, but you guess not being referred to as a Nintendo console was a smidge better.

“Earth to Y/N?” Taehyung says again when you do not respond.

You look at him. He has turned away from you, dipping his hands into the water where the two of you are submerged mid-calves into. He wets his palms and then comb it through his hair, slicking each tendril back until his forehead is bare and he looks like a sexy member of a 90s boy band. You note that his cheeks are flushed from being hours in the sun without reapplication of sunscreen, and his nose has begun to burn. When he laughs at Hoseok finally successfully pulling Kira into the water, he throws his head back and you follow the line of his jaw to his pretty throat and sharp collarbones.

All these thoughts swirl around. This is your best friend whom you’ve grown up with and known since the two of you were six. He was not supposed to make your heart flutter, and he was not supposed to make your brain imagine all this weird shit. You were supposed to look at other people and they were supposed to make the thing in your chest flip flop.

Fuck you, Kim Taehyung.

You guess that perhaps that had not been as internal as you had opened as when you refocus to whatever is happening in front of you, Taehyung has an eyebrow raised. His beer can is halfway up, but it has since stopped moving when he had heard your whisper. Once again, you need to quickly divert your eyes away from his lips which glisten from moisture.

“Jeez. I know you’re not much of a summer person, but are you okay?”

Taking this cue, you set your drink down loudly beside you and proceed to lift your shirt off your back. Once you have stripped down to your bathing suit, you wordlessly slip into the pool and begin to swim towards where Hoseok and Kira are. You do not care. Even being a third wheel there is better than one more moment with him. From behind, you hear Taehyung yell.

“Okay, what the hell? Did I say something wrong? Y/N!”

Fucking Christ, Taehyung. Jesus fucking Christ.

You do all you can to avoid him for the rest of the party. You linger unnecessarily long by where some kids are playing beer pong. You take every excuse you can to refill people with their drinks. You even go as far as to insert yourself (very awkwardly) into a circle of people whom you vaguely recognize as old classmates. You see that Taehyung has tried to catch your eyes a few times, but you manage to dip and thread your way between people until you find yourself forcefully laughing alongside the tailend of a joke amongst strangers. You need to ignore the flush of your face when they all turn to you with a strange look on your faces.

As the night draws to a near and the crowd starts to dissipate, it soon becomes your little group of friends that sit around the campfire. You have purposefully picked a spot opposite of where Taehyung sits, even though that means an aching back and extremely sore butt on the rock which you are perched. Without looking up, you already feel his gaze on you across the fire.

“Dude, I wouldn’t want to walk in on any of you let alone participate in any of your threesomes,” someone is saying.

“You’re only saying that cuz you know my dick is bigger than yours,” Hoseok retaliates.

Jimin, another one of your friends, gags. “What does dick size have anything to do with this? Also, gross. Now I have an image of your dick in my mind.”

“I mean, I’d take the bigger dick,” Kira throws out nonchalantly. She turns and stares pointedly at Hoseok, the message loud and clear for everyone in the group at this point.

The whole group groans when the two begin making out on the spot, their tongues intertwined while his hands grab her thighs.

“Jesus, I feel like I’m back in university,” Taehyung says with a laugh. “Y/N, if you had a choice, whom out of us would be the worst to walk in on?”

You look up when you hear your name being called. This is the first since you have arrived that the either of you have shared even a single word. You had been picking at your s’more and trying to overcome the big buzz from the copious amounts of alcohol intake on an otherwise empty stomach.

“What?” you ask, genuinely confused as you had not been keeping up with any of what has been said.

Mei speaks up from her spot on Yoongi’s lap. “It’d probably be you, Tae. You guys have known each other since forever. It’d be like walking in on your brother.”

Beside you, Namjoon chuckles. “I don’t think Y/N would care. She’s seen his dick before.”

At this, Mei gasps. “What?! Wait, when? Why have I never heard of this before?”

Everybody stares at you in anticipation of the story.

It had been in highschool. You and Taehyung had worked as camp counsellors for a summer camp right before graduation. The two of you had become fast friends with the other staff, one of whom was Namjoon, and when camp ended, everybody had decided to go on a weekend cottage together. The night had been closing, and Taehyung had thought it to be funny to play a prank on one of the girls. While everyone was gathered in a circle in the living room to play games, he had snuck off into the other girl’s room. When least expected, he had jumped out of it wearing her pajama shorts. Everyone had burst out into laughter at the sight of his scrawny white legs and the extremely short loose bottoms. And forever the clown of the group, he had begun dancing in the middle of the group. Alas, he had failed to put into his calculations just how loose and how short the pants were, and in the middle of an exaggerated hip thrust into your face, his dong had flown out.

What ensued was a chorus of horror, more laughter from the boys and both your and the other girl’s flushed face. She had screamed at him and demanded why a) he had decided to wear her shorts and b) why he decided to do so without underwear.

In the past, retelling this story would also bring tons of laughter to the whatever group was hearing it. This time, as the images fly through your head like an old well-worn movie reel, you begin to cringe. You feel extremely scandalous and dirty for still remembering all the details of his pink flesh. Not only that, but you also begin to feel some sort of excitement at those details?

You open and close your mouth a few times while the group continues to wait for you to say something. Namjoon comes to your rescue.

“It was the summer before graduation. Mind you, the three of us hadn’t met yet, so you can imagine my surprise when this all happened. Anyways…” His voice trails off.

“I need some air,” you mutter to nobody in particular and excuse yourself. You stumble off the rock and begin trudging towards the direction of the pool.

The luminescent underwater lights draw you closer and closer to it until you find yourself waist deep in the water. Without the warmth of the sun, the water is much colder than you anticipate. Still, you go in deeper and eventually lie down on your back to stare into the night sky. In the distance, you hear the cued laughter at what you presume is the punchline of the story. If you strain your ears, you even hear the crackle of the fire as it burns the night away. Above, the stars twinkle happily in their spots on the galaxy. Your body feels light as you bob in solitude.

You sense his presence even before he speaks.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been able to look at stars like this,” he muses.

The water splashes as you right yourself in the pool. Taehyung is lying on the ground beside the pool with his hands folded behind his head. He had been only an arms length away from where you had been floating.

You blink. 

After a moment of silence, he turns his head towards you. On his lips had danced his signature square smile, but now he has gnawed down on his bottom lip. It makes a miniscule sucking sound when he releases his bite to ask, “Y/N, is everything alright? I feel like you’ve been avoiding me today.”

There is nowhere left for you to run. Besides, you’re simply tired of running. Doing it for the entire day has sapped more of your energy than you’d like to admit.

“I’m fine,” you muster.

Another moment of silence. “I’m sorry about Dean.” He sees you staring at him. He sits up and then rubs his neck sheepishly. “Ugh, sorry. Namjoon told me. I tried not to say anything since you hadn’t spoken to me about it directly, but it sucks seeing you so down.”

He watches as you take a step towards him. Your eyes are slightly glassy, and his brows begin to furrow at the possibility that you could slip in your drunken state.

“I didn’t want to interrupt you while you were alone. But I also wanted to check up on you. If you want to talk about it, I’m always here to listen.”

“Dean was an ass,” you finally say.

The sound that escapes from his is a mix between a sigh of relief and a light chuckle. “I didn’t want to say it, but your words; not mine.”

You have finally made it to where he is sitting. He helps you out of the pool and leads you to a lounge chair where the both of you take a seat beside each other. You shiver as your clothes cling heavily to your body. You had stripped off your swimming suit to let it dry in the sun, and while your t-shirt had been enough cover for the night, it does nothing to stop the icy chills that run up your back.

Taehyung removes the hoodie he is wearing and drapes it over your shoulders. He then puts an arm around you, pulling you close to him so that you could be warmed up by his body heat. He doesn’t even flinch as the water from your clothes seep into his and begin to drench his clothing as well.

The purpose of going into the pool had been to clear your mind. You had hoped the shock of the cold water would wash away the thoughts that bombarded your head at the campfire. Yet, when you saw him seated cross legged at the pool – his silhouette glowing in the bask of the moonlight; each tendril of his soft hair illuminated; his eyes watching you with such an intensity; the flex of his arms when he extended a hand to help you up and out. It had all been too much. Now even at his side, you begin to sweat as heat climbs from your toes and then proceeds to slither down into your abdomen. At this second, you are able to feel every muscle tense when he draws you closer to him still. You are able to feel the tickle of his breath behind your ear and all of it… every single aspect has you feeling like the giggling fourteen-year-old you crushing on your best friend.

“Breakups are always hard,” Taehyung is saying, “Especially when you don’t see them coming. Regardless of what Dean did, I’m sorry that this happened to the two of you. I’m sure you feel like shit, and honestly, I think it’s brave of you to come out today. I think I would have wanted to crawl under the covers of my bed instead.”

He hears you sigh from beneath him, and feels you snuggle closer.

To be truthful, he has done the same as you after each breakup. The two of you are practically twins in this aspect. He had pulled his friends out to the club or to some party, and gotten drunk out of his mind to forget about his ex. To nobody has he told that there has only ever been one instance he crawled under the covers of his bed. He had played it off as being sick back then, but if one were to inspect further that was also the day where you announced your relinquishment of the single status.

Seeing that you still remain silent, he continues to talk. “Someone better will come along. You’re smart – okay smart-ish,” at this he hears you give a soft laugh, “ambitious, a killer at Super Smash Bros, and can hold your own drinks for the most part.” He looks down and sees you peering at him from between your lashes. “You’re also down right gorgeous. The one who has you in their life is the luckiest and happiest man on earth.”

While he had been talking, he had begun to rub small circles with his thumb just above your deltoids. This is something he always does when he is reassuring you of something – whether that be that you didn’t bomb that test you took, that you’d find your first job eventually or as a simple gesture that he’s got your back. He puts his forehead against yours, a symbol of trust and friendship that has blossomed over the lifetime you have known each other.

“I love you, you know? Don’t ever forget that.”

It is in that instance that you know. You know that the feelings you had the first time you looked at him differently had never left you. You had tried so desperately to bury them with new boys, new distractions, honestly any new thing; all to pretend that they didn’t exist because it was true. The two of you are two ships.

However, this second realization is different. You also understand that at this moment, these two ships are passing, but have yet to pass by. In this vast sea, before the wind blows anyone further, someone must do something.

You kiss him.

It is soft at first, but then you press yourself into him further. You put one hand on his chest, and the other grips the hand he has placed on the seat between the two of you. He tastes exactly like how you have imaged: a little bit sweet, a little bit minty, and a whole lot of warm. His smell hugs you tighter than the hoodie you have on, and tighter than any of the other clothes you have borrowed and taken from his closet over the years. He is your definition of safety. And he feels so right beneath your fingers. The beating of his heart, and the flow of breathing both rhythms you have committed to memory through your childhood sleepovers and crashing of dorms during school all-nighters.

He doesn’t stop you when you swipe at his lips. They open naturally, letting you in. You feel his hand run from your shoulder down to the crook of your back where he applies a gentle pressure so that you are arched even closer to him. You feel the vibrations of his little hums when you run your fingers down his torso to cling onto his broad back. Your breathing hitches when he nips at your bottom lip. And you nearly mewl in disapproval when he breaks the contact first.

The kiss had started off soft, and you thought it had been brief, but when you look at his face, it is flushed a dark deep red, and his lips are swollen.

You slightly crook your head to the side in confusion.

“You just broke up,” he explains for the both of you, “I don’t want us to start like this.”

“Us?” you repeat. Your throat is dry even though the two of you had swapped saliva mere moments ago.

“I mean – ” He takes a breath and scoots himself away from you. The distance is not enough for him to cool down, and so he stands up. For fuck’s sake; you are staring wide-eyed at him with your arms in front on the chair, pressing your breasts together which the damp material is doing nothing but accentuate each curvature. Your lips slightly parted, he can still hear the moans that you unknowingly had elicited in that kiss. He takes another step back; if he hadn’t stopped that…

“You mean what, Tae?” you whisper.

His hoodie slips from one of your shoulders and in the moonlight above you, he spies your nipples yearning against the cloth over your chest both from the lack his heat and the stimulation of his touch. He turns his back towards you and runs his fingers through his hair.

“Let me take you on a date first. It’s the gentleman thing to do.” His voice sounds distanced.

You adjust his hoodie back around you when the night sends a breeze through the trees in which you are under. Perhaps it is the alcohol or the after effects of your kiss, but you agree. He does not say much else besides zipping the hoodie up to your chin. He then leads you back to the campfire where the rest of the gang is now debated whether a hamburger is a sandwich.

Nobody makes a comment at your wet dog state, and nobody seems none the wiser when this time, Taehyung chooses a seat as far away from you as possible.

The game of cat and mouse continues long after that night. Yes, you had promised him that you would go on a date with him, but after much thinking, pondering, self-debating and flip-flopping, you decide that you just cannot.

Taehyung is not just some acquaintance you knew from life. This is the guy whom you’ve snuck out at night with to rant about parents, shared your first alcoholic drink, skipped classes to watch a movie, and even cried to after you gave up your virginity. To suddenly need to go through the motions of preparing for a date; to look at him differently and romantically… all of it is way too awkward for you.

That night truly had been a blur. You have vague images of fire and night-time swimming. And you had even thought that perhaps you had dreamt of that kiss. But when he texts you a date and time, you begin to panic and before you can stop yourself, you have given him some excuse of not being able to make it.

“So, what’s the deal between the two of you?”

You look up from your phone. You had been reading and re-reading the text you received about a rain check from him two days ago; still trying to hash out what to do for your response. Your lunch is forgotten beside you, and you notice that most of the lunch room has been cleared out as your coworkers straggle back into the office.

“Huh?” 

Kira sits down beside you and cracks open her cafeteria soup and bagel. She spreads some cream cheese over it and then takes a bite. Propping her chin against one hand while she eats, she gestures to you and your phone.

“You and Taehyung. Something’s going on.”

You quickly stuff your phone into your pocket and resume eating your chicken pot pie. It is cold and too salty for your taste, and you end up picking at it with your fork.

“No. Nothing’s going on.”

She tuts her tongue. “Nuh-uh. You guys have been weird all week. When you receive a text from him, you always drop whatever you’re working on to reply. I’ve seen you ignore your phone twice today, and you keep staring at your screen without actually picking it up. Not to mention, he called me at work today.”

Hearing this from her, you pale. “Wait, he did? What did he want?”

“You. He asked if you were at work. He said you haven’t been responding to his messages, and he wanted to make sure you were alright.”

You put your fork down and sip at your smoothie instead. Even your favourite Choco-Monkey tastes bland and grainy against your tongue. You sigh.

“Something happened that night at Tae’s. You haven’t been the same since.”

“I told you, it’s nothing. I’ve just been busy with a few things.”

“Uh huh. Like what? You space out in front of your computer all day.”

You throw her a glare, to which she ignores and continues eating her bagel. She takes a few large gulps of her coffee.

“I’m serious. The two of you don’t go a day – no, not even. Like a minute without chatting to each other. This is way out of the ordinary. Is this about Dean? I know we all hadn’t exactly been subtle about our dislike about him, but you’re honestly so much better without him,” she says.

I kissed my best friend. And he didn’t reject me. Because I overheard that he’s had a crush on me since we were kids and surprise, I sort of found out that my crush on him never went away either. And now he wants to go on a date, but I’m freaking out over that because it’s weird. Sure, we’ve gone out to movies and dinner before between the both of us, but that was before I found out that he likes me. As more than a friend. And that as of recent, whenever I think about the fact that he likes me more than a friend my mouth gets dry, my hands get sweaty and I feel like I’m going to pass out because I can’t think straight. So y’know.

“Y/N?” 

You had been gnawing on your smoothie straw so hard that it had been beaten to a crumpled pulp. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind right now,” you mumble into your drink along with another sigh.

She sighs with you. After watching you a while longer, she straightens her back and regards you solemnly.

“Well, I wanted to come out to tell you that Hoseok is having a barbeque at his place this weekend and you’re invited.”

“And here I thought you were so kindly checking up on a friend,” you give a snarky jab.

Kira gives you a smile. “Yes. But also, it’ll be potluck style. So you can text me what you’re planning to bring and I’ll forward it to him.”

You nod. “The two of you seem to be hitting it off,” you comment.

This makes her smile even more. She grins enthusiastically. “Yeah. It’s nice seeing a guy who you know first as a friend. Gets past that awkward first-meet phase and goes straight into comfortable dating, if that makes sense.”

You murmur something that she does not quite catch.

“Anyways, the whole gang has already RSVP-ed. Can I put you down as going as well?” she asks.

“Yeah. I’ll be there,” you tell her.

She crumples her bagel wrapper and tosses into the trashcan to the side. With a final warm hand on yours, she says her goodbye. You pick at your lunch for a little while and then with your own final sigh, you toss it all into the garbage to return to another hour of staring at your computer screen at your desk.

“Dude, you have to stop pacing. You’re beginning to make me anxious.”

Taehyung stops moving. He glances at Namjoon who is manning the grill in the backyard of Hoseok’s house. The host is sitting under the umbrella with his girlfriend, chatting with his guests and keeping them busy. Namjoon doesn’t mind doing the cooking, and he had dragged Taehyung over with him. He had hoped that by keeping Taehyung’s hands busy, he would stop picking at his lips and playing with the cups.

“She hasn’t responded to me all week,” Taehyung says. He is no longer walking back and forth, but his foot taps rapidly against the stone-placed ground in Hoseok’s new garden walkway.

“Maybe she was busy,” Namjoon offers kindly. He flips a few of the chicken wings, and then closes the grill for the time-being. Turning back to Taehyung, he offers him a beer.

Taehyung takes it, grateful that he had decided to tell Namjoon of the night. Well some of it. He had left out the kiss and focused more on the whole confession aspect.

“I’m serious. Calm down. Hoseok said she’s coming today, so I’m sure you two will have a chance to talk it out,” Namjoon says.

Taehyung scratches his forehead in frustration. He had tried so hard to reach out to you, but each time you had given him a different reason for the two of you not to meet. Initially, he thought that perhaps you had been intimidated by his suggestions of going to a fancy restaurant and it all being too formal. He had then asked if you wanted to simply get coffee, go to the arcade or even a movie night-in with your favourite fast foods. All of it had been rejected by a simple, “Sorry I can’t. Busy.”

He groans in defeat. “I shouldn’t have said anything to her. I should’ve left her alone and I shouldn’t of had ki-” He cuts himself short.

Namjoon raises at eyebrow. 

“Nevermind. That whole night was a giant mistake.”

Namjoon shrugs. He begins to turn back to the grill when the group makes a loud hooray at their new party member.

“Three layered dip!” you announce your offering first before making your rounds in hugging your friends.

“Ugh, fuck yes. This is the reason I come to these parties,” Mei says from her seat. She immediately reaches over to grab a handful of chips, but not before she earns a playful swat from Yoongi.

“Take a seat! Do you want anything? We’ve got wine, beer, coolers, something harder if you want,” Hoseok tells her. He has one arm wrapped around Kira who sits on his lap.

You place your belongings down on a chair, and crack open a can. There is nothing better in the summer than an evening out with all your friends, enjoying a nice beverage and pigging out to smoked barbeque meats.

“Food’s here!” Namjoon says loudly. He comes to the table with two large plates laden with food. The whole table cheers as he sets them down before them.

Looking beyond where he stands, proudly with his hands on his waist, you spy somebody whom you’ve been so desperately avoiding.

“Hello Y/N,” he greets. 

“Hello Taehyung,” you respond.

The two of you awkwardly meet, eyes lingering a small moment longer than they usually do on the other. He opens his mouth to say something, but you speak first.

“I’m going to get..more..utensils?!” you tell them. Blundering around the crowded chairs and bodies eagerly reaching for their dinner, you stumble into Hoseok’s house. You don’t even know where the kitchen is, and you find yourself staring down a hall.

You hear someone call your name from behind you.

Needing to quickly find some other place to stand, you take a few steps to your left and come face to face with an empty nook.

“Who the fuck places a dead-end in a house?” you mutter to yourself under your breath.

“Y/N!” 

You swear again silently before turning.

“Hey…you.”

Taehyung stands before you, a little breathless after running into the house to follow. His skin is sporting a glowing tan from his hours outside, and you’ve begun to see his efforts in preparing for that marathon with Namjoon. His arms are rippling in the sleeveless shirt he has sported today, and he has a casual cap slung backwards on his head.

You take a step back, but you are immediately hit by the wall. Feeling the annoying telltale signs of your body reacting to the sight of him, you also experience a painful flip in the center of your chest. You grasp futilely in the air behind you and wish desperately that Hoseok had perhaps installed a magical rotating door for you to slip behind right now.

He puts one foot forward. It takes all of his self-control to not rush towards you. He hadn’t known how much he missed you until he caught scent of your vanilla body lotion. He had even played it off as cool as he could by lingering behind the protection of Namjoon. Yet knots in his stomach had only twisted more after the uncomfortable greeting he had given you. You are dressed in a simple cropped tee today, and your hair has been slung into an effortless ponytail. Your makeup is only some mascara, but to him, you look like a beautiful sun goddess. He is aching to feel you in his arms after such a long time of no contact from you.

“I think this is the longest we’ve not talked to each other since that one summer you did an exchange in Alaska and got shitty wifi,” he says to open the conversation.

You had never noticed how he stands at the perfect height above you. If you were to wrap your arms around him, you know exactly where on his chest you’d land, and how it’d feel when he puts his chin on the top of your head. You can envision his voice as he whispers words into your hair and the sensation of his fingers as they massage the base of your neck where he knows you most like it.

“This is so unfair,” you say. Your breathing comes out as shallow quick pants. A shiver starts from behind your neck when you watch as he takes another two steps to you.

“What’s unfair?”

He blurs for a moment, and you hate how adorable you find him when he cocks his head slightly to the side. A tiny curl slips out from beneath his cap and flops boyishly in front of his eye. You resist the temptation with all your being to help him when he stares up cross-eyed at the loose tendril and fails to blow it away with a small pout of his bottom lip.  

“All of this!” You throw your arms in the air defeated when at last he rams you with a final attack of that cocky raise of his eyebrow. “I thought I put it all behind me, you know? I mean, you knew exactly how much I hated Valentine’s but without fail, I’d always gift you something. You’d think that’d be a big enough hint, but nope. You got me the same generic chocolates that you probably gifted every other girl.”

“Okay, hold up.” By now, he has reached you. “Did you think I just bought those chocolates?”

“Yes. They came in a no name box, and they’d always be cracked and broken. Knowing you, you probably picked them up from a drugstore on the way to school.”

He laughs. “No. They were no name, cracked and broken because I handmade them. And of course I knew why you’d given me chocolate. I just thought you were pranking me, because you’d always tease me about how packed my locker would get with secret admirers.”

“I teased you because it was true. You’d think you were starring in flipping Boys Over Flowers with the amount of shit you got on February 14th. Then you’d parade it around all nonchalant like, ‘Oh! Look at me! I’m Kim Taehyung, and I’ve got all these girls wrapped around my pinky! No, what? I didn’t know at all that they’d be giving me things!’”

“I never paraded anything. And besides, how is it my fault if I get stuff during Valentine’s?”

“It just is, okay?”

“Whatever! I thought you came in to get utensils or whatever. Why are you standing in the middle of a hallway anyways?”

“Because I just like to, okay?”

He gives an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “For the record, it’s not like I didn’t give you hints as well. You were also the only person I ever gave chocolates to on Valentine’s Day. And don’t forget: I told you the whole story about how I wanted to confess my feelings to somebody but they seemed oblivious and your suggestion was maybe they don’t like you back!”

You stomp your feet in frustration. “You gave a codename to this person. How in the world was I supposed to know who Slinky was?”

“You’re Slinky, you idiot dipshit!”

“Why the fuck am I Slinky?!”

“Because that’s how we started talking! You shared with me the slinky your mom bought you on the first day of school.”

“I can barely remember what I ate for breakfast, and you expected me to remember something that happened when I was six?!”

“Well I did!” He says it with such finality that you cannot help yourself but lean slightly back.

“Honestly, this would have never happened if you hadn’t spouted all your nonsense about two ships and them passing by and never having the chance to confess your feelings and all that bullshit you and Namjoon were talking about.” You cross your arms and glare at him.

He holds his breath when you say that.

Both your faces are red in the yelling match that had ensued. Neither of you had raised your voice above a hushed scream, so as not to draw attention, but nevertheless, you are both panting as emotions are threatening to bubble over your pots.

“You heard that? When did you…?”

You mirror his habit of annoyance by tugging at your ponytail and raking your fingers through it.

“Your party. At the pool. I came to find you and I overheard the two of you talking.”

He unconsciously follows your actions with the same one, his long fingers going to connect with his hair until he remembers that he wears a cap. He exhales sharply instead, his eyes never leaving your face. “You weren’t meant to hear that,” he says quietly.

“Well I did. And since then, I’ve felt like I’ve been dropped in a pool of quicksand. I can’t even breathe around you without feeling like I’m being swallowed up by my feelings,” you confess to him. “It’s suffocating. You’re the one I’ve always talked to about stuff like this, but I can’t right now because you’re the reason for everything. I mean, what if something happens? I can’t afford to risk the entirety of our friendship for something so stupid.”

“Me loving you is not stupid.”

“I never said it was stupid. I meant – wait, what did you say?” You stare at him, your mouth agape.

“I love you.”

Once again, you try and swallow, but it is like you have trekked three days through the Sahara Desert. His words from that time ring in your ears:

Even if I can’t say I love you as her lover, I’m simply happy being able to say I love you as her friend.

You press yourself as far as you can against the wall, your palms turning white at the pressure. Your knees feel like they are about to give, and true enough, they wobble as you slightly sink down the wall. Your vision swarms as you try and intake that man who stands before you.

“Fuck you, Kim Taehyung,” you breathe.

He reaches out, and puts one hand on your shoulder. He feels you steadying yourself against him and after a second, your arms have found themselves around the back of his neck.

“Yeah… Fuck me, I guess.”

This is the last thing you hear before you are tugged into a passionate kiss from him. Your hands become entangled in his hair, as you pull him closer to you. Each kiss stops your breath, and the two of you are pressed so tightly together that not even a gust of wind could slip through.

You hear in the distance the loud moan when he finally pries your mouth open with his tongue. You suck loudly on his lips, and then allow him to pepper your neck sloppily down the side. When you guide his face against yours, it is a harsh turn as you find yourself desperately needing every inch of him on you.

He palms your ass, gripping your thigh with the other. They then roam upwards, squeezing your breasts from the outside and finding your nipple through the thin bralette you had worn with the dress.

He shudders when you run your hands between his legs and cup his erection along the entire length.

Your eyelids flutter open in their lust and meet the same carnal desire in his. He smooths your bangs away from your forehead as they have become slick with sweat in the non-air conditioned house. He bends down towards you, suckling the area above your collarbone and leaving what you know will be a harsh love mark against your naturally pale skin.

“Tae,” you squeak, the sound barely making it past your constricted throat in its rapid panting.

“I know. I know,” his response is nearly if not breathier than yours.

He takes your hand in his and guides you to the closest room, a bathroom that is only a turn from the corner. The two of you stumble inside, still interlocked in your kiss, and you nudge the door close with your butt. You feel him reach behind you and then you hear the click of the lock.

“Are you sure?” you ask him. Your mind is still whirling and failing miserably at trying to comprehend the events that have transpired.

“I’ve never been more sure,” he says. He swallows visibly and this bob of his throat threatens to throw you off the edge.

God, you had been so naïve to ignore this sexy sculpture for all these years?

You tug at your underwear and let it fall onto the tiled floor. You take a step towards him, and begin to work at the buttons of his shorts.

He pushes you away slightly and shakes his head. “I want it all off,” he demands.

Your motions are deft as you haul the dress over your head. With one hand you unclasp your bralette and watch with a dangerously growing desire as he shimmies out of his tank top and then finally frees his cock from within the hold of his pants.

You make a sharp hiss when you see it. It strains towards you, veiny red and much larger than you remember it to be. The only thing that stops you from running your tongue over it, and finally getting to taste what you had imagined for all these years, is what he says after scanning his eyes over your body.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

With your hands on his chest, you make him take steps backwards until he sits down on the toilet cover. He spreads his legs, uncomfortably shifting as his penis pulses with each motion you take. You take him in your hands first, and you run your thumb around its rim. Another stream of profanities come from his pretty lips while you trace each vein on the underside.

“Tell me how much you want my cunt,” you say to him. Each word is punctuated with a squeeze and a gentle tug.

There are tears in his eyes when he is able to get a word out. His tip is wet and pre-cum leaks out. You spread that along his girth, and then lick your fingers as you stand before him.

His groan is so loud, you can feel the vibrations of it to your core. “Baby, don’t do this to me. I’ve been wanting you since the day you kissed me at the pool. Every night, I’ve touched myself with only the thought of you.”

You perch above him, guiding his length against your folds. Your entire body tremors violently when he hits your clit, and you need to bite your tongue hard to not take him then and there.

“What were you thinking of? Be a good boy and whisper all your naughty secrets to me now.”

“I dreamt of fucking you and feeling your tight pussy around my cock. I want to see your neck when you throw back your head and I want to hear you scream my name. Then I want to taste you on my tongue and eat you until your throat is hoarse from chanting my name and you’ve released yourself over all of me.”

Your chest is heaving, and you don’t know how you’ve managed to be as calm as you’ve been. As he was speaking, you continue to roll your wrist up and down until he is straining in your grasp. While he describes his fantasies, you first guide him such that only his tip has entered in you. But the more he talks, the more you sink until you are in his lap and he has stretched and filled you completely.

You kiss him again. He bucks against your hips, but you hold him down solidly. Instead, you take his hands and guide them to your breasts where he begins to play and tug at them. When your nipples are erect, he lifts them to his lips and suckles. You feel his teeth bite gently around them, and your body is electrified with the sensations of pleasure.

He pushes upwards against you when he peeks up to see your head thrown back, and your jaw slack. Your face is flushed, and your eyes squeezed shut.

“Come on. Enough teasing,” he growls.

The glare that you return sets his heart racing again. You begin to raise and lower yourself on him. There is not much to brace yourself against besides his shoulders and the edge of the washbasin to your side. This is what you use to give leverage as you roll your hips and ride him. You follow his eyes as they watch your breasts bounce, and with each movement, you can see that he becomes closer and closer to his release.

He slides easily in you, and the satisfaction of knowing how much you are satisfying him also pushes you closer to your cliff. You press yourself off from him and kneel onto the ground. His hand rushes to hold your loosened hair away from your face so that he can watch as he enters in and out of your mouth. He can barely fit and within seconds, your jaws begin to ache at this unfamiliar degree of stretch.

“Taehyung,” you manage to say through your bursting mouth. You repeat his name like a as often as you can, allowing him to experience each and every syllable like a prayer.

The vibrations from your throat lead him to grab another fistful of your hair to hold you in place. His cock hits the back of your throat and you gag at the harsh thrust, but swallow the urge away nonetheless.

Your desire to feel him inside you builds like an incoming tsunami of lava. You take a seat on him again and let him watch as you bounce up and down to relieve some of that tension. His hands are secure on your ass while he helps with the motion, bucking his hips to your rhythm.

You raise one leg and push it off the wall, offering a new angle to which he can enter you from. This slight lift away from him offers a view he hadn’t known he had needed and it is the cause for him to lift you up and down his length even faster.

“You are so wet from me,” he moans, “And so tight. I had always imagined your pussy to feel good around me, but fuck, I didn’t think you’d look this good around it.”

The orgasm throws your body into an arch as it hits you out of nowhere and without your knowing. He feels your walls clench and relax around him. When he gets you to stand over the washbasin, your thighs are slick with your own juice and the lewd sounds that your bodies begin to make as he enters you from behind are nearly enough for him to come for you on the spot.

His fingers make quick work for the both of you. Pressing his thumb against your clit, the other hand holding your hips in place, he draws figure-eights on your already stimulated bud while he pounds you on the spot. The prickling sensation of this overstimulation is masked by the waves of white from your second orgasm as it hits as intensely as the first the moment that he releases himself inside you. You begin to collapse against the sink when he catches you in his arms. The two of you sit on the ground, voiceless and hazy eyed. Your thighs make a squelch when they hit the tiles, and you both stare at the white that had coated and run down the length of your legs.

Wordlessly, he tears a few pieces of tissue paper from beside the toilet and hands them to you. You take it with silent gratitude and wipe yourself clean. A minute passes, but even then, you know your legs at this moment are unable to hold yourself up.

“Perhaps we should’ve used some type of protection,” you say. Your head is resting against the cupboard below the sink. Both your clothes are discarded to the side, but neither of you have the energy to get dressed at the moment.

You feel him take your head and rest it on his shoulder. You draw your knees up closer and let him cuddle you as the two of you remain seated on the floor. You hear the familiar rhythmic beating of his heart, and for a moment – just a brief moment – you feel the fear that your rash actions are about to change this relationship forever.

He presses his lips on the top of your head, while he begins to rub circles on your arm. The words tickle your scalp as he speaks, “You had a new inserted IUD last month, remember?”

And it is as simple as that. Suddenly, that trepidation you had felt is gone. After all, this is not some stranger in whom you’d have to gamble your heart away on. This is your best friend; the person who has stood beside you at your happiest while walking with you through your saddest. He is the one who knows you better than you know yourself at times. He is the someone whom you could depend on to remind you of appointments, call up at 4am to go for a drive or lecture you about the importance of brushing versus also flossing.

You tilt your head and look up at him. He is tenderly smiling down at you when you ask him your question.

“Could you say it again? That stupid thing?”

“I thought you said it wasn’t stupid.”

You kiss his chin, and he reciprocates with a peck on your nose.

“I love you, you idiot dipshit.”

You close your eyes, inhaling his scent and his entire being; committing it to memory and holding onto it with no intention of letting any of it go.

“So, what’s going to happen now?” you ask him, handing an article of his clothing. “Do we have to go out and announce that we’re going to be dating?”

He chuckles, the corners of his eyes squinting. With a lick of his lips, he turns you around and helps you re-buckle your bralette. “No, nothing has to change. Besides, you’ve still yet to let me take you out on that date. And if you want after, we can decide to make it official.”

There is a little bit of scrambling and laughter to get you on your feet, but soon after, the both of you are dressed again. You help comb his hair back under the cap after tightening your ponytail in the mirror. And you cannot stop yourself from giving him a little smooch on the top of his cute cupid’s bow before reaching for the doorknob.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulls you back into him. He wants to savour these sweet final moments alone with you before needing to go back out and share with the rest of the group.

“Aren’t you going to say it back?” he asks.

His breath is warm as it brushes over the skin exposed above your chest from the cut of your dress. For a moment, you are tempted with the thought of staying with him in this bathroom for a little while longer. But then, you catch the small whine underlying the question. You turn and give him a wink. You’re positive that the others have noted both of your prolonged absences, but that is the least of your concerns. You are simply content in staring at Taehyung and basking in the knowledge that at last, you are finally able to return the words you have heard so often over the years.

“I love you too, Kim Taehyung.”

[izusun]

Goblin anon here absolutely screeching over feral quirkless Midoriya, it's everything I wanted

I would like to also introduce a brand (my brand) of feral to Midoriya: pyromaniac.

Imagine Midoriya getting through the entrance exam by saving people, but also by bringing makeshift Molotov cocktails and wrecking almost as much shop as Bakugou.

Imagine the battle trials where Bakugou tries to blow up the building because "that's the only way to keep this little shit down" and in response Midoriya dodges and then sets the building on fire.

Imagine the USJ incident, which goes about the same, but his first instinct is to set the Noumu on fire. Yes he does so. He also nearly sets the stadium on fire at the sports festival so much that they had to evacuate sections of the stadium.

Midoriya (say it with me now) sets Stain on fire. When Tsukauchi meets with the murder trio after the Hosu incident, he just sighs and is like "Midoriya, really?" And this is when we learn that Midoriya has a history of coming across random villains and setting them on fire. When Inko arrives to pick him up she's just like "You're grounded."

There's theories about what Midoriya's quirk, everything from increased intelligence to extremely shitty luck to the ability to make anything he touches explodes (due to his inane ability to make a bomb/lighter out of the most insane things). When it comes out that he's quirkless, it just makes everyone even more afraid, as Midoriya can make a bomb out of some LSD and a rubber duck quirkless-

Pyromaniac quirkless Midoriya.

- Goblin anon

GOBLIN ANON IT’S BEEN AGES IM SORRY IM JUST RESPONDING NOW (ive been so bad at responding asks my god i struggle but thank u for ur au dumps, i love loVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!)

IM IN LOVE WITH THIS AU

feral quirkless gremlin midoriya going through shit by setting things on fire is just the way to go im duwldjwksk

i read midoriya with molotov cocktails and i have not stopped simping for and thinking about this midoriya

genuinely swooning at this ver of him

midoriya probably has a collection of lighters and basically does those hand tricks to calm him down or to take his mind off of things

bakugou and midoriya being more familiar with each other in their middle school days compared to canon and bakugou gifting midoriya with personalized all might lighter god that’s adorable

ok but they’re talking about their favourite heroes and bakugou goes, “shocking that you don’t like endeavour.”

and midoriya just shrugs, twisting his hand and fingers to orchestrate the fire’s dance from his lighter, his viridian eyes brighter and says, “his fire feels wrong.” and they leave it at that

midoriya being inspired by bakugou’s explosions and attempting to copy those so bad that bakugou thought midoriya’s trying out for support classes

OK BUT FIGHT WITH SLUDGE VILLAIN?

he yanks out makeshift molotov cocktails from his bag, lights them up and throws them at the bastard. the sludge villain screams and retreats slightly because not only was he facing the fires but also the exploded glass shards. it gave enough time for bakugou to explode the villain and escape enough to allow him to breathe. in the end, all might still defeats the sludge but he misses bakugou and midoriya who escaped. no ofa for firey green bean.

bakugou helping midoriya create more explosions.

“but kacchba i want fire, not explosions!”

“same difference you pyro asshole!”

midoriya learns them anyways and enjoys it.

THE EXAM!!

i have two ways:

one: midoriya appealed to the staff that he needed support items and they allowed him and they watched in shock as this little boy explodes the arena worse than the explosion-quirked student. of course he passes and aizawa took him on as his student.

two: midoriya appealed to the staff that he needed his support items but the staff did NOT allow him because they’re considered weapons (as if quirks are not genetic weapons but i DIGRESS) and so when the exam starts, he stays at the very back of the other examinees. this was so that when he arrives at the scene, there are already spare parts for him to scavenge so that he can build makeshift explosions (foregoing whatever shit he learned from katsuki because all that’s on his mind right now are molotov cocktails)

so that’s what happens. he scavenges parts and hides inside one of the buildings so that he can focus more on making explosions and be less worried about being attacked. when he was fully geared, he steps out and begins to retaliate.

he works fast as to not waste his time and the makeshift explosions. because of this, others (ahem-aoyama-ahem) had no opportunity to steal his score.

same thing happens: uraraka gets caught and midoriya explodes the zero pointer. this time, however, the robot is utterly destroyed.

aizawa and majima saw midoriya’s performance, adored it, and began fighting for midoriya.

“majima, he’s here for the hero classes.”

“great. now give him to me.”

nezu pretends that he’s not planning on splitting midoriya’s schedule anyways.

BATTLE TRIAL OH MY GOD rip all might i bet you keeled over so bad, you were one second from turning to small might there and then.

all might: ok so one explodey kid to look out for. that’s not bad.

all might, one minute later: this green kid looks familiar…

all might, ten minutes later: what the fuck.

NO BECAUSE bakugou and midoriya being excited to explode things (well, more like midoriya’s excited and bakugou just wants to fight midoriya) and having a blast when fighting each other.

1a’s probably thinking “oh no” followed by “they’re hot” (literally too because yk the building’s on fire.)

MIDORIYA EXPLODING THE NOUMU??? king shit

midoriya saw this monster running to aizawa and he just points a more eloquent looking flame thrower (thank u mei for working with midoriya with that) at this beast and sets it on fire.

it effectively slowed the noumu and gave the others an opportunity to pull aizawa from the hit zone. it also granted all might more freedom when fighting the noumu because it was slowed enough that all might didn’t have to worry about exceeding his time limit.

the fire damaged some of its nerve processes that the scientist and afo had not accounted for. of course this review is returned to them and many of the noumus become fireproof because of this incident.

OK BUT DURING THE SPORTS FEST

midoriya crushing on todoroki because fire.

he was actually very interested in todoroki prior to sports fest but something about todoroki’s fight against sero sparked something more in midoriya. midoriya saw the anger from his ice, now he wants to see the same intensity from his fire.

his spiel of “that’s your power, todoroki” goes differently. todoroki still pulls him aside and trauma dumps on him but this time he goes, without missing a beat, “that fire is a waste on you.”

todoroki full body pauses because that’s not something he’s ever, well, considered to hear after trauma dumping.

“what?” he croaks, confused at the bubbling feeling. it’s a miasma of anger and hurt, but to a scale so unfamiliar.

midoriya shrugs. “fire is unique, more so as an elemental quirk. you think it doesn’t make half of you—well, i mean you’re right. it doesn’t. you make it. you control it. fire is often uncontrollable and yet here you are, having it as your power. it’s yours to control, so control it. use it.”

todoroki’s ears are ringing.

“you have it as your power.”

“so control it.”

and so he did.

midoriya watched todoki’s fire; watched the way the flames lick up up up and leaves no air bathed in heat. midoriya sees the rawness of anger and determination and thinks, “this is how fire should always look like.”

unconsciously he also thinks how todoroki’s fire is far more beautiful than endeavour’s.

midoriya loses and he’s not as sad about it. losing to something sentient (fire, not todoroki), for him, is a blessing.

todoroki advances along with bakugou.

bakugou who is jealous of todoroki because he saw how midoriya eyed todoroki’s fire and knew todoroki’s a competition in other more ways.

bakugou wins again, this time less angry because todoroki used his fire against him.

STAIN THINKING MIDORIYA’S JUST THIS WEIRD HERO STUDENT WHO HAS NO SPECIFIC QUIRK UNTIL HE FEELS FLAME KISS HIS SKIN AND SCREAMS BECAUSE DAMN IT GREEN EYED KID JUST SET HIM ON FIRE

todoroki full on pausing because he thought he’s the one who set stain on fire unconsciously only to follow the fire’s trail and sees it’s from one of midoriya’s many support items.

“shoot i didn’t mean to burn him that fast!”

“that’s your issue!?”

midoriya gives them a “duh?” look and todoroki feels himself warming up (HAH another fire pun) at midoriya’s ease.

flying noumi still comes and picks him up but midoriya also sets this thing on fire. the difference between a winged noumu and a normal noumu is that the wings are far more flammable and midoriya had quite a bit of fun at setting it on fire and hearing the crackling of flames on rubbery wings.

endeavour casts him a glance that speaks of approval and midoriya doesn’t know if he hates it or not.

tsukauchi arrives and sees not only stain, but the noumu and heaves up a very big sigh. “midoriya, really?”

GOBLIN! PYROMANIAC QUIRKLESS MIDORIYA IZUKU IS A FAVE IM SCREAMING