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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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If I Fell For You (Part 10) - Take Care

Summary: The reader gets to meet Danneel’s parents in a somewhat unorthodox way but receives a warm welcome to her surprise. Meanwhile, a minor medical scare makes Jensen anxious that he takes too much and doesn’t give enough to the reader...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Playing With Their Hair

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: language, minor frightening situation, minor medical situation, anxiety

A/N: Please enjoy! Also written for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo...

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One Week Later

“Y/N, can we get orange?” asked Arrow from where she sat in the shopping cart. She pointed at the tubes of frosting and you took one off, handing it to her as you went back to searching for a box of red velvet mix.

“Come on,” you sighed, squatting down. You saw one shoved in the back and you bent down, reaching back to get it. You huffed when you pulled it back, the expiration date still plenty good. “Score. Okay Arrow what other color…”

She wasn’t in the cart anymore as you stood, her bright pink shirt and shorts nowhere in sight.

“Arrow!” you shouted, people from the farther end of the aisle turning to look at you. You breathed hard and spun around, exiting the aisle and looking at the checkouts. “Arrow!”

“Mam,” said a man in a white dress shirt and slacks, walking over with a headset on.

“I had a little girl with me and she’s missing and she was in the cart and I would have heard her climb out,” you said, walking quickly, the man following with you as you checked down aisles. “Arrow!”

You heard the guy talk into his headset when you caught pink and a guy near the front of the store. She spun around and you ran over, the manager not too far behind you. You didn’t say a word when you kicked the back of the guys knee and grabbed Arrow, picking her up.

“What’d I do?” he said, Arrow turning away. He looked more angry than you were expecting and you swallowed, the manager urging you back. “She’s the one that took my granddaughter!”

“She’s not your fucking granddaughter, pervert. I’m her nanny and soon to be step-mom so you can back the fuck off.”

“Step fucking what?” he said, his face going blank.

“Grandpa I told you Y/N’s my friend,” said Arrow. You blinked and stared at the man.

“Prove it,” you said. The man angrily pulled out his wallet and ripped out a picture, turning it around. It was a large group photo but you could clearly see Jensen and the kids in it along with… “You’re her father. Danneel.”

“Who the fuck are you,” he said. You took out your phone and went to your pictures, showing him one of your backyard bonfire from the weekend before.

“Is there a problem?” asked the manager. You shook your head and he rolled his eyes and left.

“Sir, I’m so sorry,” you said. He nodded and glanced down.

“Well, I can’t blame you. I understand the feeling,” he said.

“Can we...talk?” you asked.

“I think that’d be best before somebody else gets their ass kicked.”

Fifteen minutes later you had your bag of baking supplies in your trunk, Arrow was playing on the jungle gym and you were sat at a picnic table with Danneel’s parents.

“You guys came down early for JJ’s birthday, huh,” you said.

“We had to come down this weekend instead. Something came up last minute next week,” said her mom. You nodded and took a deep breath.

“I am so sorry. That is absolutely not how Jensen and I wanted to tell you both.”

“I’m old but I’m tough. I’ll survive,” said her father. You looked over to where Arrow was playing, gnawing on your bottom lip. “You said you were the nanny and soon to be step mom. Mind unraveling that for us?”

“I uh, I started working for Jensen in January as a nanny to help with the kids. The relationship part came a few weeks later. We’ve been engaged very briefly. Don’t even have a ring or anything yet,” you said, shaking your head. “Please don’t be mad at him. It’s taken him so long to stop feeling guilty for having feelings for me. Please don’t be upset with him. I don’t...I’m not trying to replace anyone or anything. I didn’t want to like him. But I did and I love him and he deserves to be happy again.”

They looked at one another and back at you.

“Good,” they both said.

“Excuse me?”

“We think he deserves to be happy too. He was in such a bad place after the accident,” she said. “He’s sounded like himself again recently.”

“Plus if you’re willing to kick my ass for thinking I took Arrow, that gets you some brownie points,” he said with a smile. You nodded and looked down at the table, swallowing. “Not what you were expecting?”

“Your daughter’s husband is engaged to a younger woman. I wouldn’t blame you at all for whatever you might think,” you said.

“He’s got a lot of time left,” he said. “He doesn’t have to be miserable for it. We don’t want that for him. It’s not what she’d want. He’s doing exactly what she’d want from him and that’s all we can ask of him. Well and maybe stick around the country for a bit so we can see the kids some more.”

“Yeah, no plans to be anywhere but home right now,” you said. You looked over at Arrow and watched her jump off a high platform. She fell down to her knees but got up and brushed them off before she was running again.

“She’d like you,” you heard, your attention going back to the two of them. She was staring at you and you smiled.

“You don’t know a thing about me mam.”

“I think we know the important parts,” she said. You nodded and glanced down. “What do Jensen’s parents think of all this?”

“They know he’s dating but that’s it. I’m supposed to meet them next week,” you said.

“We’ll keep our lips sealed for the time being then,” she said. “What about your folks? What do they think of Jensen and the kids?”

“The kids probably haven’t met either parent yet, right?” he said.

“It’s kinda complicated...I was adopted. My mom died a long time ago. I don’t have a dad or family really,” you said. You pursed your lips and picked at the corner of the table with your fingernail, the air heavy.

“Well we approve of him,” he said. “He’s a good kid.”

“I know. He’s very special,” you said. “I just wish something so horrible didn’t have to happen to him and your daughter in order to meet him.”

“We can’t change that fact,” she said. “She’d want you to take care of him, keep an eye on him. Oh and remind him to take a break and slow down every once in a while. He always gets so caught up in work and being on the go. She had to calm him down sometimes.”

“I have noticed that trend,” you said. “I hope you don’t feel like he’s going to forget-”

“No we don’t worry about that. If we learned anything from this it’s just that you have to live while you have the chance,” he said as Arrow ran over.

“Y/N, I’m hungry,” she said.

“Alright, munchkin. Why don’t we head home and maybe your grandma and grandpa will have lunch with us?” you asked.

“We’d love to,” they said. “We’ll meet you two there.”

“That went shockingly well,” said Jensen late that night when you were having an extra slice of JJ’s early birthday cake. “Those guys loved you.”

“I think we both got a little too worried over the parents situation. Dee’s parents were great, especially considering I nearly broke his knee. I’m really excited to meet yours next weekend.”

“It’s not too long of a drive up there. I haven’t been home in a long time. I’m looking forward to it too,” he said, a big smile on his face. “I’m really glad they liked you.”

“What’s not to love?” you said, Jensen smirking around his piece of cake. “You’re so hard on yourself. I’m really happy they like me too but even if they didn’t, there’s no problem there. You’re allowed to live your life. Dee wants you to keep living it.”

“I still wonder if she was just like ‘this boy is driving me nuts again, he needs a girl,’ and somehow shoved you into my life,” he said.

“Maybe. I mean, it was good timing that I was looking for a new job the same time you were looking for a nanny.”

“Did you ever report that last guy as an inappropriate employer?” he asked.

“I tell the agency but nothing criminal no. I mostly feel sorry for the families. Nannies are stability in the kids lives and leaving them isn’t easy. Unless they’re little shitheads but even then I don’t blame them, it’s the parents that turned them into it,” you said.

“What’d you think of those three, when you met ‘em I mean,” he said.

“They’re all a little shy like you but they open up if they like you. They’re pretty damn funny. They got wit and sarcasm, even if they don’t know it yet. They’re kind and intelligent and they look to you in how to act like most kids. I knew they were good kids from the start.”

“You’re gonna be a great mom,” he said. You smiled and watched him eat a piece of cake, Jensen tilting his head. “You know they have called you mom before. All three of them. Accidentally but still.”

“Being a nanny has some of the roles of a parent but there’s still a difference,” you said.

“Yeah but you’ve never just been the nanny,” he said, scraping up some frosting with his fork. “Speaking of your sudden thrust into motherhood, the whole kids thing...how many of your own were you thinking of?”

“I don’t know. I don’t need to make a baby to love it. I was adopted and my mom loved me so much. I mean there’s already three of ‘em to chase after.”

“I’d like to have a baby with you. Someday,” he said. You dabbed your finger across some frosting on the plate and sucked on it, staring at him. “I know you do. Y/N there’s no more secrets. There’s never gonna be a secret between us ever again. Sometimes you get nervous but we have to talk about these things and everything. The big choices and the little ones we make together.”

“Honestly? I don’t want you to think I’ll love them less than a kid I make. I won’t. I will treat them all the same but I don’t know how to prove that to you.”

“You told me the day I hired you that I needed to hire someone I could trust, that trust was going to be so important. Y/N, I’ve never doubted your feelings for them. Shit, I’m pretty damn sure you were in love with them before me. And I get it because they aren’t scary. They can’t hurt you like the adults can. We wouldn’t be having this conversation if I had a shred of doubt.”

“I gotta think about kids more I guess. How many, when. I don’t know that right now.”

“We’ll figure out all that when we’re ready. Just let me know and we’ll come back to this conversation,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You know...hearing about what you did at the store...that’s kinda super attractive you know.”

“Uh what?” you said, Jensen pulling you into his lap.

“You, going protective badass...that’s very, very hot you see,” he said.

“You’re such a guy,” you said while he picked up the last piece of cake on his fork.

“Well we-” he said as you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the dessert, pulling back with a smile. “Oh you shouldn’t have done that.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” you smirked. He narrowed his eyes and set his fork down before he was standing and flipped you over his shoulder. “Jensen! Put me down!”

“Do the crime, do the time!” he said, walking over to the stairs. “Hm...what to do with you...ah I know…”

“You know…” you said before he flipped you down onto the couch and plopped down on top of you, catching most of his weight on his hands on either side of you. “Troublemaker.”

“You love it,” he said. He leaned down and kissed you, your hands wandering to his hair, holding him close. You grinned and wrapped your legs around his waist, Jensen kissing you sloppy and cheeky and like a teenage boy making out for the first time.

“Dad,” said JJ, rushing down the stairs. He dropped this forehead to yours and sighed.

“What is it?” he asked. He sat up and you both looked at her, spotting the pale tint of her skin. “Feel okay?”

“Jensen call an ambulance, now,” you said, pushing him off and going over to her. He sat up and you kneeled down next to her, her lips slightly blue. You put a hand on her chest and felt the labored breathing. “Did you eat something new tonight? Or did a bug bite you?”

“I stepped on a prickly in the bathroom a minute ago,” she said.

“Jesus,” said Jensen as he rushed into the kitchen. “She got stung by a scorpion.”

He grabbed a bottle from the cabinet and started unscrewing it.

“Jensen go see what the scorpion is and get rid of it before the twins find it,” you said. He left the bottle with you and shoved the phone against your ear. “Hi, sorry how much of the anti-venom do I give her?”

“There should be a child dosage on the bottle, half the cap,” the person on the other end said. You unscrewed the lid and poured some out, having her swallow it down. She whined and you didn’t blame her based on the smell. “An ambulance will be there shortly.”

“Thank you,” you said, spotting Jensen at the top of the stairs. He was holding his wrist and had a slightly smushed object in one of the clear plastic cups from the kids bathroom. “We have the scorpion.”

“EMT’s should be able to identify it,” she said, Jensen walking down slowly. He took a seat on the bottom step and shook his head.

“Jensen?” you said, his hand reaching for the bottle. You moved his hand from his wrist and saw two dots there. “Shit. My fiance was stung too.”

“There’s a nest in the bathroom vanity,” he said, pouring himself a dose and knocking it back. “I blocked off the door but get the twins out of there, please.”

“JJ,” you said as you saw her color get better while Jensen was getting paler. You took your phone out of your pocket and dialed, handing it to her. “Tell Uncle Jared to come over right now.”

Five minutes later Jared was there, JJ and Jensen sat in the back of an ambulance, Jensen getting a shot of something in the leg.

“We’re taking them to West County,” said a paramedic.

“I’ll see you guys soon,” you said, JJ staring worriedly at Jensen who has holding his wrist again. Jared looked around as they took off and you sighed. “Hey.”

“JJ said she and Jay got stung by a scorpion?” he asked.

“She got one as far as they can tell. Jensen got three. There’s a nest in the bathroom cupboard,” you said.

“Idiot,” mumbled Jared. You raised and eyebrow and he shook his head. “He forgot to get the pest spray done this year I bet. Dee always handled that kind of stuff. They’ve had a scorpion problem before when they first moved in.”

“Oh.”

“I’m gonna take the twins and stay the night. I’ll call and get the spray guys in first thing in the morning. You go take care of those two,” he said. You nodded and he grabbed your arm when you headed for your car. “Wait five minutes to calm down.”

“Jared I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You just don’t know it. Go inside, get your purse, Jensen’s wallet, take a beat, okay?”

“Okay,” you said. “Make sure-”

“I got it. Go on,” he said. “Make sure he’s not freaking out. Last time he was at a hospital it wasn’t good.”

“Right. Okay. Call me if you need something. And stay away from the kids bathroom.”

“Y/N. I know. It’ll be alright, I promise.”

One Hour Later

“Is dad okay?” asked JJ from where she sat in your lap. Jensen peeled an eye open and smiled.

“I’m okay. Sleepy is all. We’ll be home in a few hours,” he said. His wrist was bandaged and he had an IV in his arm but he’d taken the anti-venom soon enough that they had enough time to get the proper medication in both him and JJ. She was already discharged but you didn’t want to leave Jensen by himself.

“Mr. Ackles,” said a doctor when she walked in the room. “Your bloodwork came back and everything looks good.”

“Awesome,” he said, sitting up in bed. “Can I get out of here?”

“You got about fifteen minutes left on that IV drip but I’ll let the nurse know to start the paperwork. I want you to take it easy tomorrow. Nothing strenuous.”

“I got it,” he said with a nod. “Nothing strenuous.”

“Jensen,” you said around noon the next day, catching him unloading some wood from the back of his truck. “What are you doing?”

“I was gonna work on those shelves for the kid’s playroom,” he said. You crossed your arms and he threw his head back. “I feel fine. The nest got cleared out and the house got sprayed. I wanna work on this.”

“You have all the time in the world to do it. Work on it tomorrow,” you said, picking up the wood plank. He tried to take it out of your hands and you growled.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Please do what the doctor said and rest today,” you said. He bit his lip and you moved the pieces of wood into the garage, Jensen leaning back against the side of the truck when you shut the trunk. “You’re scared, aren’t you.”

He nodded and glanced at his wrapped up wrist, then down to the ground.

“Hospitals freak me out now,” he said. “I don’t like bugs. My body hurt and knowing I forgot to do something so simple put them in danger sucks. Knowing if she hadn’t come downstairs it might have been real bad sucks. If you hadn’t noticed I don’t know if I would have and it scares me not knowing.”

“Close your eyes for me,” you said. He shut them and took a deep breath, letting you take his hand and walk around to the back of the house. You spun him around a few times stopping him so he was facing the pool about twenty feet away. “Know where you are?”

“Somewhere in the middle of the backyard,” he said. “What are you doing?”

“You said not knowing scared you. Lots of times you don’t know. It’s kinda just how life works,” you said, dropping his hand and moving a few feet away. “Take a big step forward.”

“Y/N, I don’t like this,” he said, fidgeting his hand along the bottom of his shirt.

“I know you don’t. But would I hurt you?”

“No,” he said.

“So listen to me. Big step forward.” He took a step and you looked around. “Jump backwards.”

“What?”

“Jump backwards.” He frowned and took a small bunny hop back. “Again.”

“I feel ridiculous.”

“Says the guy who plays pretend for a professional career. Now hop back and then step to the right,” you said. He groaned and did as asked. “Jog forward until I say stop.”

“Are you trying to kill me out here cause I feel like I’m about to break my neck slipping in the pool.”

“I’m trying to get your anxiety out in a non-life threatening way, okay?”

“By having me jump around the backyard like an idiot.”

“By having you get comfortable with the fact that most of life is spent not knowing and you can’t change that fact. You can’t see it all coming.”

He threw his head back but kept his eyes shut. He stared to run towards you and you wrapped your arms around him when he got there, Jensen peeling them open slowly.

“See? I wasn’t gonna let anything bad happen,” you said. He nodded and rested his forehead on your shoulder, pulling you into a squeezing hug. “You okay?”

“I’m sorry for being short and not doing what the doctor asked,” he said.

“Hey, it’s alright. I got scared too last night. Everything is fixed now so no need to worry over it. Why don’t you take a nap and maybe we have a real quiet lazy day while Dee’s parents got the kids for the day,” you said. “Sound fun?”

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll take quiet today.”

Three hours later Jensen was curled up with a blanket, his head resting in your lap as you watched a movie together. You played with his hair, Jensen turning into the touch every so often.

“I know you’re worried about me,” he said. He turned and faced up at you, your fingers swirling in his strands. “I know I’m kinda clingy today which I’m normally not.”

“You can cling all you want, honey,” you said, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “I wish life would give you a break for a second. No work, no badness. Just some peace and quiet for you.”

“My parents lived here after the accident. For a few months. They were here, Jared and Gen were over every day, my siblings would stop down every week. The first few months I understood. I had an injury I had to recover from. But I felt like a child those few months once I recovered. Everyone taking care of the kids, of me. I was barely a father to them. Playtime. A story at bed. Someone else made most of their meals, did everything for them.”

“You’re a father but you’re still someone’s child,” you said. He blinked and you shrugged. “You were hurt, possibly the worst out of anyone. I know taking care of everyone else is your default but people get to take care of you too. I get to take care of you.”

“I feel like all I do is get taken care of by you,” he said. “I never give it back.”

“You’ve given me a family again. You take care of me every single day.”

“I never see you getting upset. It’s always me. I’m always the fuck up,” he said. You slumped down and took a deep breath.

“I get upset Jensen. I got upset that very first time we fought, that night with the ice cream. I got upset when you got jealous of that nanny in Canada and we saw my father the first time. I got upset telling you the truth of it all because you of all people don’t need problems like that dumped at your feet. I got upset when we saw him again because I was scared and I was scared he might hurt you too. I got upset when we fought when you got home and I got upset when you proposed because you were so scared and I get upset Jensen. I get upset when you’re hurt. I get upset when I hurt. But I don’t have all those safety nets under me that you do, remember? I just got a couple right now and you’re my last resort. I’ve been my own support system for so long that I can’t undo that all overnight. I know it’s been months but the fact I even let you see me cry, the fact I can even talk about this stuff with you and know all you’re thinking about is how to make me feel better...I still need to heal too. You’ve done so much already. I’m gonna have my moments where this is switched, believe me. But today’s not my turn for that, it’s yours.”

“I love you,” he said, staring up with the softest green eyes you’d ever seen on him yet. “Even more than five minutes ago if that’s possible.”

“I love you,” you said, bending down and kissing him. “You’re the expert on the falling in love stuff though so I’ll leave that up to you.”

“It’s very...it’s what you think it is and it’s not at all what you think. There’s falling and nerves and then calm and then falling and calm and you spend the rest of your life doing that. It’s not magic and it takes work to keep it alive sometimes but all you gotta do is talk. Just talk and it always seems to work out for me,” he said.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you asked. He nodded and smiled as you went back to playing with his hair.

“You know I really like when you do that,” he said.

“I know you do. It relaxes you,” you said.

“Makes me feel safe too,” he said. “But what’s your secret cause eventually I’m gonna want to know them all.”

“I was very attracted to you when we met. But that kinda freaked me out a bit. I found myself liking you a lot that first day I was here. You got me a birthday cake. I realized how kind you are that night. It wasn’t for anyone’s benefit other than my own. I had a crush on you, even though I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere.”

“I had a crush on you from when you made me a cup of coffee. You’re so good and kind yourself,” he said. He reached up and cupped your cheek. “I’m really happy you had your mom eventually. I would have liked to have met her.”

“Maybe she and Dee are hanging out wherever they are.”

“I hope so. She won’t mind sharing me with you,” he said.

“You honestly think so?”

“You gonna mind sharing me with her?” he asked.

“I’ve always shared you. Just hope that wouldn’t bother her.”

“I used to think maybe it would but no, she wants me to be happy and that’s you so you got all eternity to get to know each other eventually if you think about it.”

“Well when you put it that way we got nothing to worry about,” you said.

“Oh don’t worry about that. I think your mom was right. I get to have two people is all, kinda like she did,” he said.

“She would have liked you. Would have said you’re a little old for me but she would have liked you.”

“Wasn’t she older than Ray?” he asked.

“Yeah. She was. She was only fifty,” you said.

“You grew up too fast,” he said quietly.

“Maybe. But it got me here and I don’t think I would have done anything different. I wouldn’t want to screw that up. Well I’d do one thing different.”

“What?”

“Drop by this house, have a conversation with a certain someone.”

“Say hypothetically you had that ability, you’d really do that knowing what you’re giving up?”

“I’d give her back to you right this second if I could.”

“I appreciate that, really,” he said. He let his hand fall down and reach around your back, curling around your waist. “But she’s not more important than you are. I miss her. Everyday. But I lose one of you either way in that scenario. And I can’t choose. I’ll never be able to. If she were here and you weren’t, I’d still be just like this. It’d still hurt.”

“Make me a promise. I keel over early, you try again. Try for both of us.”

“I will if you will,” he said. He held up his pinky finger and you grabbed it with yours. “But he can’t be hotter than me.”

“Equally as hot?”

“Slightly less hot but that’s my final offer,” he said.

“Eh, fine,” you said. “You’ve worn me down.”

“Always words I want to hear,” he chuckled. You slid further down the couch until you were practically laying back, your arms wrapping around him. He got up and lay down with you on the wrap around side of the couch, pulling you into his chest. “Can I take you to dinner tonight? Just us.”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

“Okay, honey,” he said, kissing your forehead. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Just thanks. For what you said. What you did earlier, just being with me,” he said.

“Lucky for you I like being with you a whole lot,” you said.

“Very lucky for me,” he said. “Very lucky indeed.”

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A/N: Read Part 11 here!

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scarlettriot · 3 years

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MHA Headcanons - Stretch Marks

Featuring: Yaoyorozu, Midoriya, Ashido, & Kirishima

Contains: Body image issues, mild eating disorder, learning to love the body you're in, different reasons we get stretch marks, growing pains, minor swearing.

Pairings: Minor KiriMina if you squint

It was getting late, nearing the hour when everyone would start heading off to their rooms for the night. Dinner had long since ended but Yaoyorozu's stomach let out a fearsome growl. She'd overused her quirk and her body was craving something to eat, but she didn't need it. She'd be fine without it.

Still, she wouldn't be able to sleep with the grumbling. Yaoyorozu went down to the kitchen with the intention of brewing a small cup of tea, enough to calm her mind and make drifting off to sleep an easier task.

But when she stood up on tiptoes to reach the shelf the canister had been on her shirt had ridden up and that was when she saw it in the glass of the pantry door.

Her reflection showed a brand new stretch mark over where her hip bone was and up along her side. She dropped the tea canister and hurried to the glass, lifting her shirt to examine the blemish closer.

"No, no, no, no, no..." She muttered to herself. Another one? How could she have another one! All those cremes and wraps she'd been using, the tips and tricks her mother had sent her and she still had yet another stretch mark? This couldn't be happening.

She'd been so caught up in looking at her body that she hadn't noticed Midoriya walk in, cock his head to the side, and realize what she was scrutinizing. "Battle scar, huh? Cool!"

She shoved her top down so fast, painting on a smile and adding a chuckle for good measure. "What? Oh, no. Thought I might be getting a rash is all."

He gave her a look of confusion. "Sorry. I thought you were looking at a scar." Midoriya looked down at his own arms littered with them and something tightened in Yaoyorozu's chest. She didn't really have scars, she just had stretch marks, Midoriya... Todoroki, they had REAL scars.

"Sorry, I, um, no." Stumbling over the words, "I just have a stretch mark that I didn't notice before. It's not a real scar or anything."

Midoriya just smiled and unzipped his jacket slipping an arm free. "Yeah! I have those too! Pretty cool to see how far we've come right? I think they're real scars, just a different kind, ya know? They still show progress."

Ashido had turned off the television while Kirishima picked up the bowl of popcorn and they both joined the conversation. "Showing off stretch marks, huh?" She pulled up her shorts a little bit, "I got these when we started training last year... they used to really bother me, I've already got them all over my hips!"

Kirishima lifted up his own shirt to expose his stomach with one hand and let his other arm fall around Mina's shoulders. "Anyone who's gone through a massive body change real fast has 'em. But, I know what you mean." His shirt fell at the same time his eyes went to the ground.

Ashido pulled the redhead into a hug. "Kiri learned recently that having some squish is better for him than just abs." She explained.

"Helps me take hits better. So, now I got this little belly goin' on with stretch marks and growth marks... and I'm the one running around shirtless when you, Bakugo, and Todoroki have the actual body types to be doin' that sort of thing."

Midoriya assured him he look just fine, good even, but Yaoyorozu knew what that felt like. Being so exposed when you didn't have the picture-perfect body to be doing so.

"You're still the strongest out of us all, Kirishima. We can't take hits the way you can."

Midoriya could always find the brighter side of things.

"We play to our strengths..." He walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out the leftovers from dinner. "We practice, and learn what we have to do to be the best heroes we can be. That includes building the bodies that we need. Who cares if you have stretch marks on your thighs, Ashido? You're one of the most nimble people I know. Kirishima, as long as you're comfortable shirtless, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. And Yaoyorozu, your quirk relies on your fat lipids, the things you can do with it are amazing..."

Kirishima put a hand on her shoulder, "But, like Fat Gum, you're at your strongest when you've got some weight on you."

"I know it's hard, especially with the Mount Lady's of the world but, we've got this!" Mina bumped hips with her. "Anyone says anything to you, you tell me and I'll yell at you like I did at Monoma when he said something to Eiji...damn shithead."

Yaoyorozu smiled while Midoriya finished heating up the food.

"It was pretty manly the way you put him in his place."

A bowl slid in front of Yaoyorozu. "Eat up. I could hear your stomach complaining when I came into the kitchen."

She smiled at the small group huddled around her in the kitchen, thankful they understood her and for the first time in a long time, she felt like she wasn't alone. Everyone was human, they all had insecurities, but, they were working towards becoming exactly who they needed to be and that was what she had to do too.

It wouldn't be easy. She'd have to throw conventional beauty standards out the window but as long as she had good people by her side that seemed doable.

A/N: Thanks for reading this random-ass headcanon I had at 3 AM. I'll probably have many more. If you have any, let me know! I'd love to hear them!

#mha #mha fluff #mha headcanons #bnha #momo yaoyorozu #momo headcanons #eijiro kirishima #mina ashido #kirimina #momo fluff #kirishima fluff #mina ashido fluff #kirimina fluff

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 4 years

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Top 5 Reasons Lee was the Best

Lee Everett is one of my favorite playable protagonists in any game I’ve played. Weirdly enough, I feel like he is somehow super loved yet under appreciated?? because sure, everyone says that they love Lee and talk about how he was just the best but like.... most times, they rarely go into details of why they love him and think he’s the best.

Well, with today’s list, I wanna go into details about why I think Lee was the best. I tried to stick to more non-determinant things, but plenty slipped through, soo... it’s fine. I just wanna talk about Lee and why I like him so much.

Also just wanna say thanks to @pi-creates for helping me out with these Top 5′s once again! We discussed a lot of these points and it was a huge help! :D

5. Lee is just... so funny sometimes.

Not gonna spend too much time on this one because it’s more of a minor reason why I think he’s the best compared to the others but...

Lee is hilarious.

Like, even from the beginning, Lee knows how to make me laugh with his little “I’d fill that teacup with some bourbon if I could” line, and the fact that he is constantly falling down. The poor guy has to have at least three concussions by the end of ep1 alone.

Also, his flirting skills...? Amazing. I’ll never get over, “You’re small.”

He just has such a strange sense of humor about him that feels very dad-like... which makes perfect sense, but y’know. But even when he isn’t even trying, he still manages to get a laugh outta me for being such a weirdo.

Who goes up to a fence, looks at it, and is just like, “Hmmmm. Pointy.”

Even after he’s bit, he manages to get a few painful laughs outta me when talking with Ben... though that laughter quickly dies when we reach then end of ep5 but..... y’know.

4. His willingness to help those who have wronged him.

Larry is a garbage man-- I think the mass majority of us would agree to that. From the moment we meet him, he’s all huffy and puffy, accusing Duck of being bitten and wanting to throw him out while taunting Kenny.

But, no matter what, Lee is always the one to help Lilly break into the pharmacy to get Larry his medication. Because really, Lee could’ve said “Nope, not doin’ any of this, someone else help the asshole,” but he doesn’t.

This is just a bigger example of Lee going out of his way to help people, even if they shitheads like Larry. Hell, even after Lee gets them the pills, Larry gives him a big thank you by punching him in the face and leaving him for death. Lee can hold a grudge about this, or he can let it go and do his best to get along with Larry for the better of the group.

Another example with trying to help Larry despite him being the worst is, of course-- the meat locker. Now, this is determinant, but I feel bringing it up is important.

Lee choosing to help Larry, even though Larry was just taunting him minutes before and Kenny’s being a real shitbird, says a lot about him as a person.

Another example of Lee willing to help others he may not get along with would be Kenny, depending on your choices. When Kenny’s going through the hardest day of his life, Lee can take it upon himself to take care of Duck and comfort Kenny.

Shit, what about Lilly? After she kills Carley/Doug right in front of everyone, he can still take pity on her and not leave her at the side of the road.

I think because I have a really hard time helping those who have wronged me, I can look at this as an admirable trait that I wish came easier to me, y’know?

3. Mourning the deaths of people he barely knew/didn’t know at all.

This is an interesting one that Pi brought up, but there are several points within S1 where Lee will take small moments to mourn the deaths of those he either barely knew, or didn’t know at all, showing he has it in him to be really empathetic to other people's struggles and sufferings.

Like, think about the woman at the motor-inn, the one you can give the gun to. Lee will stay behind no matter what to be with her, and you can see it on his face. He didn’t know her, didn’t get her name or anything.

In Jolene’s camp in ep2, when Lee looks into the tent, he can find a stuffed animal and a picture of Jolene and her daughter and again, you can see it all on his face. He gives a sigh, and a moment of silence for them.

Oh, the woman that Kenny wants to leave alone while they’re on a run to the drug store? This one is determinant, but if Lee chooses to shoot her, he does so to put her out of her misery-- he doesn’t want her to suffer anymore than she has to just so that they can grab an extra candy bar or two.

Another big one would be the boy in the attic. Y’know, that chilling scene of the boy who starved to death/died of dehydration, became a walker, and then couldn’t even walk because he was so weak? Yeah, that one-- Lee carries that boy out to the yard and gives him a proper burial. He didn’t have to, but he did.

Hell, he even mourns Brie when talking to Vernon in ep4, and that Anna woman that you see on the tapes after it’s revealed that she’s pregnant and has to give up her baby.

Oh, and Chuck in the sewers? That one you can’t skip, and no matter what, Lee will stop and tell Chuck that he deserved better.

Last example, but the dead couple in ep5-- this is one that everyone stands around in silence because it really is a chilling sight.

This to me just shows a lot about Lee, especially in a setting where it’s easy for these characters to gloss over the deaths of those they didn’t know or to let others hurt for their benefit [y’know... Kenny with the bitten woman]. I’m sure there are even more examples, but I do have three other things to cover.

2. Taking responsibility for Clementine.

Okay, these last two are to be expected, but we’re gonna talk about them anyway.

Listen, when Lee found Clementine alone at her house after she saved him from walker Sandra, he didn’t have to take her with him. He could’ve left her behind so that she didn’t “weigh him down” or “become a burden” since y’know, having a child in your care isn’t easy.

But Lee didn’t do that. She saved his life, and he knows her parents are dead and not coming back. There wasn’t even a doubt in his mind-- he was taking this girl with him to ensure her safety. If he hadn’t, she could’ve ended up just like the boy in the attic, or worse.

I also love that moment when they’re leaving the house and Clementine takes his hand. It’s sweet and shows us that they’re in this together now, and when Clementine shares her fears of leaving, he reassures her that he won’t leave her alone.

Lee does his absolute best to care for her and give her what she needs. Hell, you can play as Scumbag Lee and most times, that doesn’t even matter-- he still expresses his care for her.

Like... I don’t think game would work if the relationship between Lee and Clementine didn’t work, y’know? It’s strong and one of my favorite parts of S1 when I go back to it. I love seeing them grow from Lee being Clementine’s protector to Lee teaching her to survive and protect herself.

Again, he didn’t have to do any of that. He could’ve pawned her off onto to anyone at the motor inn and called it a day, but he didn’t, and I love that about him.

Lee goes through so much for a child that isn’t even his blood, but considers family nonetheless... which brings us to #1...

1. Saving Clementine from the Stranger despite being bitten by a walker.

Sigh.

Okay. I’m sure you’re tired of me saying this but... after Clementine is kidnapped by the Stranger and bitten by a walker, he could’ve given up. He didn’t have to go after Clementine-- he’s bit, he’s dying... he’s not gonna survive this, so why bother?

Because even though Lee knows he’s not going to survive the bite, he’s going to use the last of his time and energy to ensure that Clementine is safe. He’s gonna do whatever it takes to get Clementine the away from that madman who took her, make sure she remembers everything he taught her, make sure she’s armed, and make sure she knows where to go after he dies.

Again, Lee didn’t have to go through this. He fought like hell and suffered plenty in making it to her. His last moments were agony for him, I’m sure.

But he did it and you can tell he has no regrets because Clementine’s alive and going to make it.

And y’know... that last damn scene in ep5 is just... a lot.

I love it but I also hate it, and I believe I’ve mentioned this before but I’ve come to really love the ending where Clementine leaves Lee to turn. I know everyone gets upset because that means Lee will become a walker and [?] Everyone HATED that... but, I dunno... it shows something about Lee when you pick that choice. He’s more concerned about her than himself, y’know? Don’t waste the bullet, don’t risk the noise, don’t force her to physically kill him, let her walk away so she can remember her for what he was and not what he’s going to turn into... it’s reeeeal bittersweet.

Then, of course, you can do the other choice and have Clementine shoot Lee which is just as great at making me cry, soo... thanks.

Lee just goes through so much during this game-- he gets a second chance and everything he did, he did to ensure Clementine and his group’s survival and just... what a man.

Lee Everett, you are the best and I love you.

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Honorable Mentions

-Not dropping Ben. Again, determinant, but I love a Lee who doesn’t drop children to their death because the mustache said so. -Struggles with doors. Relatable. -Is voiced by Dave Fennoy who gives a fantastic performance. -Awkward flirt. Again, relatable.

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So what do you think? Do you agree with these reasons, or do you have any to add? Lemme know, it’s always fun to have character discussions.

Have any suggestions for future T5F’s? Feel free to send ‘em in! :D

Next week’s T5F Top 5 GOOD Things About Season Two

#twdg t5f #twdg lee #twdg clementine #twdg kenny #twdg larry #twdg lilly #twdg carley #twdg doug #twdg duck #oop this one came out a little later than planned #but it's fine #twdg #twdg christa #twdg omid #twdg chuck #twdg ben

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violetwolfraven · 4 years

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Lean on Me

45 for javid—requested by @livininmyhead

I’ve been lowkey parenting all my friends/siblings alone for a while and now you’re helping me and idk what to do with this???

((I know this is a bit different from my usual style, but I’m trying something out so I hope you like it, anyway.))

...

“Hey, what’s wrong, Elmer?”

“It’s nothin’. It’s fine.”

“It clearly ain’t, so what is it?”

“I didn’t make enough to keep my bed tonight. I’m gonna have to sleep at home. I prefer it here, most of the time, but for one night, it’s no big deal. Like I said, it’s nothin’.”

“Don’t you have like... 10 big brothers and sisters, all livin’ in a normal-sized apartment?”

“I have 8. Why?”

“Nah. You’re not goin’ back there. Sharin’ space is bad enough in a Lodging House, but at least there’s enough for all of us. You can sleep with me and Crutchie on the fire escape for the night.”

“Jack, I—“

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Elmer. And I ain’t lettin’ ya say no, so can the ‘you don’t have to’ bullshit.”

“I... thanks, Jack.”

“Like I said. Don’t worry ‘bout it, kiddo.”

...

“Hey, Jack, ya got a minute?”

“Sure. Need to talk?”

“I was wonderin’... you’re good with things, right? Like... charmin’ people?”

“You’re askin’ me?”

“No, I know how to do it with just anybody to sell papes or whatever. But... but what if it was someone ya actually wanted to... ya know...”

“Ooh! Lookin’ to woo a girl, Romeo?”

“Um... maybe... kind of.”

“...oh. Oh, Ro... It ain’t a girl, is it?”

“No... is that wrong?”

“No. No, Romeo, there ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, or you. Never let no one tell you different. Just... be careful. I don’t have to tell ya what could—“

“You don’t.”

“If ya don’t mind me askin’... who is it?”

“It’s Specs.”

“Oh. Oh my... I should have seen that coming a long time ago. Okay, so, for flirting with Specs specifically, here’s what you’re gonna do, kid...”

...

“Albert?”

“J-Jack! I’ll—“

“Hey, kid, where ya goin’? What’s wrong? Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. Ain’t no shame in cryin’, Albie. It’s okay. Talk to me, kiddo. What’s up?”

“Go away!”

“No. Like I said, cryin’ ain’t anythin’ to be ashamed of. So why are ya cryin’? What’s wrong, Albert?”

“My... my mom. She’s been sick for a while, but now she’s... she’s...”

“Oh, damn. I’m so sorry, kid.”

“Get off me!”

“Albert, there is no shame in needin’ a shoulder to cry on every now and then, no matter what anyone says. And you just lost your mom, so if anyone’s got an excuse, it’s you. I won’t tell nobody. Just let it all out. It’s gonna be okay.”

...

“Jack?”

“What is—Oh my God!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to—“

“Sniper, did your father do this? I know you’ve mentioned him bein’ bad before, but I never thought it was this bad.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Snipes... I won’t ask if ya don’t want me to. But the Lodging House has gotta be safer than—“

“My mom needs the money. I can’t.”

“Fine. If ya need to keep goin’ back for her... Remember that you’s always got a place here if it ever gets too much... but for now, I’ll patch ya up so you can go back to your ma.”

“Thanks, Jack.”

...

“Hey, Jack?”

“Yeah, what’s up, Mush?”

“You gave Romeo advice on... makin’ moves on people, right?”

“Yes, I did, and if he told ya to come to me... damn. I mean, I suspected, but 4 of my boys? I gots nothin’ against it, but I don’t like that it ain’t safe.

“Yeah... wait, 4?”

“My advice is good, kid. Ro’s got himself a boyfriend. And for you... it’s Blink, ain’t it?”

“How did you—“

“Mush, buddy, ya ain’t as subtle as ya think you are. And trust me; Blink ain’t soft with anyone, but he is with you. He likes you, too. Gettin’ him ain’t gonna be hard. All ya gotta do is be yourself and ask him out. Just pick somewhere that ain’t too obvious as a date spot so nobody suspects. Unfortunately, lovin’ other boys is dangerous, and I don’t wanna lose any of mine because the wrong people found out.”

“You won’t. I’ll be real careful. Thanks, Jack!”

“No problem, kiddo. Good luck!”

...

“Hey, Jojo, ya got a minute?”

“Yeah, why?”

“A couple of the fellas came to me, a bit worried about ya. I was just wonderin’ if you were okay.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong.”

“Jojo, I’s heard a lot of lies in my day from a lot of liars. And you’s honestly got to be the worst liar I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s fine, Jack. I can handle it.”

“Mike said you freaked out and went to a bad place just cause he startled you. What’s that about?”

“He saw me writin’ with my left hand, okay? It’s fine. I just forgot what I was doin’ and didn’t mean to use it, but—“

“What’s wrong with usin’ your left hand?”

“It’s wrong. I’ll go to hell because of it.”

“Who told ya that?”

“The nuns.”

“Jo... can you control it? Usin’ your left?”

“No. Why does that—“

“If you can’t control it, ain’t doin’ it on purpose and ain’t hurtin’ anyone by doin’ it, why is it wrong?”

“‘Cause...”

“Look, nuns say a lot of things, and most of ‘em mean well. But they’re learnin’ from a book written a long time ago. Times change. And look—Mush writes with his left. Do ya think he’s goin’ to hell?”

“...no.”

“There ya go. You’re fine just the way you are. Okay? Don’t let no one tell ya different. Need a hug?”

“A hug sounds nice.”

“Come here, kid.”

...

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please don’t—“

“Finch, calm down. You’re in the Manhattan Lodging House. You’re okay. You’re safe. Shh. Nobody’s gonna hurt ya here.”

“Are-are ya sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Your folks ain’t gonna find ya here, and if they do, I won’t let ‘em get to you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Shh. It’s okay. I’m not goin’ anywhere. I’ll protect you, okay? You believe me?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Good. Hush, now. Get some sleep.”

...

“Hey, Jack. You awake?”

“Well, I am now.”

“Sorry... do ya really think we can win this? I mean... that Plumber woman is right. We really are just a gang of kids.”

“Hey. We’re a gang of kids with the wit and will to pull this off. We got a reporter willin’ to listen to us. And sure, she’s a girl, but...”

“That’s more than we’ve ever had before.”

“Exactly. We’ll be fine, Crutchie. Don’t you worry ‘bout it.”

“We’ve never had someone like Davey Jacobs, either.”

“We sure haven’t! He’s somethin’ else, ain’t he?”

“Yeah, but... what if Finch is right and the cops come bust our heads?”

“Then I’ll be there takin’ the first hit.”

“Jack—“

“What I mean is, I ain’t gonna let him get to you or any of the rest of the fellas. Don’t worry.”

“I didn’t say anything about him, Jack.”

“Who said anything about him? There’s no ‘him.’”

“Jack, we both know more likely than not, he shows up. Are you gonna be okay?”

“It’ll be fine, Crutchie. I’ll be fine and so will everyone else.”

“That seems like a promise ya shouldn’t—“

“Goodnight, Crutchie. Go to sleep.”

...

“Whoa, Race are you—“

“I’m fine, Jack.”

“Pretty nasty shiner you’ve got, there, so I’d argue that you’re not, but that ain’t why I’m askin’. I know you, Race. I can tell when your smile is faked, and honestly, it is a lot more than it should be, but—“

“Spot didn’t come.”

“What?”

“I thought he’d come for us! I thought he’d show up at the last minute to save us but then he didn’t and he just—“

“Whoa, whoa, slow down, Race. Slow down and tell me what’s wrong.”

“Spot Conlon and me... ya know we’re close, right?”

“Yeah, of course I know you’re—oh. Oh. Okay.”

“What? What’s oh?”

“Ya could’ve told me. I mean, I gots a bunch of queer pairs I’ve been helpin’ sneak around.”

“Spot and me ain’t—“

“Save it, Racer. I think we both know that ain’t true.”

“I... you’re really fine with it?”

“Sure. I don’t care who ya fool around with, long as nobody finds out ‘bout ya foolin’ around with boys.”

“No, Jack, ya don’t get it!”

“What don’t I get? What’s this about, Racer?”

“It’s not just foolin’ around! I... Jack, I think I...”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize... I didn’t think Spot Conlon had feelings.”

“That’s the problem, Jack. I don’t know if he does. The problem is that I think... I think I love him. And he didn’t come for me.”

“Oh shit... the L word. Are you... are you sure?”

“I don’t know! I just know that he’s... I care about him like I care about you, but different! He makes me feel like... like I don’t even know what! Like I’m ramblin’ and he understands it all! Like he gets every part of me! And it is so stupid, but I think I get him, too! Or at least I did! Cause I was sure he was coming, and then he didn’t.”

“I’m guessin’ Davey didn’t tell ya yet.”

“Tell me what?”

“Spot sent over a kid to say he’s comin’ next time, so... I guess your boy is comin’ for ya.”

“...yeah. I guess he is.”

“I guess you’ll get a chance to see if he feels the same, but... Hey, listen. I gotta go, okay? I got a man to see. Do ya need me to stay for a bit?”

“Nah, it’s... it’s fine. Thanks, Jack.”

...

“Hey, Jack, ya got a minute?”

“Oh, sure, Mike. Davey, mind if I step away for a second?”

“Is this something that needs to be a secret?”

“No. No, it ain’t a secret. It’s just... Ike didn’t come in tonight, and I knows he ain’t in the Refuge, cause the Refuge is gone, but what if he’s hurtin’ somewhere? He didn’t tell me he was gonna—“

“Mike, buddy, it’s okay. Calm down. We know where he is.”

“Ya do?”

“He came by and said he was gonna spend some time in Brooklyn.”

“Yeah, it’s late enough that he’s probably spending the night. I don’t know Spot Conlon that well, but he doesn’t seem like the type to let a kid walk all the way back here after dark.”

“He ain’t—you’re right. Look, if he don’t come to the circulation gate tomorrow, then we’ll worry. For now, Ike’s almost certainly fine.”

“You’d think he’d remember to tell his brother when he goes places. That shithead.”

“Language!”

“Davey, everybody curses ‘round here. Includin’ you, come to think of it.”

“I know, but... damn. I’m becoming my mother.”

...

“Jack... can we talk? Alone?”

“Sure, Kath. What’s up?”

“There’s no good way to say this... we need to end this. You and me.”

“...what?”

“Jack, I’m sorry, but... I don’t love you. Not like that. You’re a wonderful friend—don’t get me wrong—but I don’t love you. I never did. I just didn’t realize it because besides Bill and Darcy, I’ve never really had any friends. You were the first friend I’ve made in a long time, and... and now that I’ve gotten some time to be better friends with the others, I’m realizing that what we had was never real.”

“It wasn’t?”

“No. I... I guess I was attracted to you, at first, but that faded without me realizing it a long time ago. And I know saying this is hurting you, but... Jack, it wouldn’t be fair to either of us for me to pretend I still want to be with you when I don’t. The fact is, neither of us is what the other really needs. And honestly, I don’t think you ever really loved me, either, and... and if you’re with me, you won’t find that person out there who you will love. I have no doubt that you’ll find someone to love who loves you the way you deserve, Jack.”

“Don’t worry about it, Kath.”

“I really am so sorry. I hope we can still be friends.”

“We can be. Don’t worry about it.”

...

“Hey, Jack? Wait, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Buttons. What is it?”

“It’s nothin’. I can go ask Davey.”

“Ask Davey what?”

“Jack, it’s nothin’ you need to worry ‘bout. You’re clearly not doin’ so well due to the breakup, and—“

“I’m fine, Buttons! Seriously! What is it?”

“It’s just... I didn’t earn enough today to buy my papes tomorrow. Ya know—winter is rough on everyone. I was gonna ask ya to ask around if anyone can spare anythin’, but I can go ask—“

“Ya don’t have to ask Davey. I’ll do it.”

...

“Shh, shh, kid, it’s okay. You’re safe. Everything’s gonna be okay, okay? You’re okay. You’re safe, here.”

“Jack, what’s going on?”

“Oh, crap. I’m sorry, Dave. This is a crappy night for this to happen, bein’ your first night sleepin’ over at the Lodging House, but I can handle this. It’s okay. Go back to sleep.”

“Blink? Blink, are you okay?”

“He’s still... not really here. It’ll take some time for him to get back, but you don’t have to stay up. I can handle it by myself. Really, Davey.”

“That doesn’t mean you should have to. Blink, do you want me to leave?”

“...no.”

“Okay. Okay, I won’t. It’s okay, Blink. You’re safe. You’re in the Manhattan Lodging House. Me and Jack are right here, okay?”

“We’re both right here for you.”

...

“Specs, what the hell happened to you? Davey! Davey, get in here, and bring some bandages!”

“What’s wro—oh my God!”

“It ain’t the worst that’s happened, Jack, and you know it.”

“Yeah, that don’t mean I gotta like it. Was it..?”

“Some shitheads who didn’t like me bein’ darker-skinned than them? Yeah. I’ll survive, though.”

“You know how wrong that is, right Specs?”

“Well, obviously, Davey. I’m the one who got soaked.”

“Where are they?”

“Davey—“

“Where are they? I get enough shit for being Jewish that I know a bit of what he’s goin’ through, Jack. And people like that—“

“Gettin’ soaked by a bunch of guys bigger than you won’t solve nothin’, Davey. And believe me, that is all that’ll happen if you go after them.”

“Fine. At least stay in bed tomorrow and rest up. I’ll sell extra to make up you missing.”

“I’ll help. Romeo probably will, too.”

“Thanks, Jack. Thanks, Davey.”

“Thank us after we patch you up.”

...

“If ya tell anyone about this, Jackie Boy, you won’t live long enough to see me deny it.”

“Relax, Spot. I ain’t tellin’ anyone. How’d ya wind up with a dislocated shoulder, anyway?”

“That’s my business. Are ya gonna fix it or not?”

“Oh, I’m gonna. It’ll hurt less if it’s a surprise, though, so’s we gotta talk about somethin’ else. Um... so, you and Racer?”

“...yeah, I guess.”

“That is so weird to think about. I never would have seen that one coming. I don’t need to tell you that if ya hurt him, Manhattan’ll go to war, right?”

“I ain’t gonna hurt him.”

“You’d better not.”

“I’m serious. I ain’t gonna—ah!”

“There. Your shoulder’s fixed. You’re welcome. And... you’s got real feelins’ for Race, don’t ya?”

“...maybe.”

“Good. Cause I‘s known Race a long time, and he fakes half his smiles. But the ones he gets when he talks to me ‘bout you are always real. He’s got it bad for ya, Conlon. You’d better not break him.”

“I won’t. Ever. Cause... cause maybe I’ve got it bad for him, too. But if ya ever tell him or anyone else I told you that—“

“I know, I know. I’ll be dead by midnight. My lips are sealed.”

“They’d better be. So... you and Walkin’ Mouth?”

“What?!”

...

“Where did you learn to braid, Jack?”

“Well, it was a long time ago, but I did have a mother once upon a time, Sarah.”

“Oh my God, I’m so—“

“It’s fine. I don’t talk about her much, but she’s been gone long enough that it don’t hurt so much. And ya know, when Smalls first got here, she had this super long hair that she needed to keep out of the way, ‘fore she asked Crutchie to cut it. Somebody had to help her.”

“Oh. That’s nice of you.”

“So, Sarah...”

“Jack?”

“I was wonderin’... I ran into Spot Conlon a while back, and he mentioned some things about... do Davey and me act like we’s together?”

“You’re kidding me.”

“No..?”

“I thought you were together! I just assumed Davey wasn’t telling me about it because... well, you know.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to be together? With Davey?”

“...I don’t know.”

“Well, I’d suggest figuring that out, cause David’s always had a stick up his ass, and I’ve never seen him relax the way he does with you. You make him feel free to be... Davey.”

“You’re sayin’ he wants to be with me?!”

“God, Kelly. You really are oblivious. Yes, you stupid cowboy. So finish this braid and go get him.”

...

“Jackie, can you sit down? Please?”

“I can’t, Davey. I gotta—“

“Everyone’s accounted for. Well, except Race, but Jojo said he saw him headed towards Brooklyn earlier. He’s probably spending the night and forgot to tell us.”

“The dishes—“

“It was Romeo’s turn and I made sure he did ‘em hours ago.”

“Specs—“

“I checked his ribs again this afternoon and he’s healing fine. Everyone’s fine, Jackie. Sit down.”

“...thanks, Davey.”

“You’re welcome. I think you forget sometimes that everybody needs somebody to lean on occasionally, even you.”

“I ain’t been leanin’ on anyone since I was... since I started leadin’ Manhattan.”

“And everyone leans on you. I know. You like knowin’ they’re all safe and happy, but who makes sure you’re safe and happy? Nobody—that’s the answer, so don’t try to argue it. So I guess it’s gotta be me. If no one else, I guess I’m the one you can lean on.”

#newsies #javid #javey #david jacobs #jack kelly #dad friend jack kelly #big brother jack kelly #background spromeo #background sprace #background blush #violet’s writing

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rayadraws · 5 years

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A little shitty teen squad Christmas morsel, enjoy!

(also available on AO3)

1k, rated T

”What should we get him?”

”A muzzle.”

”A muz- gods, I can never tell when you’re jokin’ and when yer not, when you look an’ sound so damn serious all the time.”

Genos smirked at him.

”You fucker. Gimme a real suggestion.”

”That was a real suggestion.”

”From what I hear, you’re the one that needs a muzzle anyway, so just shut up if you’re not gonna be any help.”

”You’re the one who asked for my opinion, though.”

Badd closed his eyes and put two fingers to his temple, gently massaging it.

”How ’bout…slippers? Like, those soft sumbitches.”

”No, that is Saitama-sensei’s traditional gift to me.”

”You lovebirds don’t own gifting slippers.”

”We could give him treats of some kind. He likes food.”

”Mm, maybe.”

Badd poked Genos in his would-be ribs and they continued down the street, occasionally stopping to gaze into the store windows.

”What are you getting me?”

”A pair of slippers.”

A moment of silence.

”See! I never know when you mean shit or not. I should buy you a can of polish, you can use half on yourself and slather the rest on Saitama’s bald head.”

”I would do it.”

”I know, that’s why I’m getting it.”

”I might have to wait with applying it to him until Sensei is asleep, though, or he will be angry with me...”

They stopped at another stand, eyeing up a row of woolen hats.

”He’d need like, two. One on each spike.”

”Yes. It is tempting.”

”No it’s not. You don’t mess with hair. Let’s go.”

They peered into a store selling perfume and shaving kits, but that didn’t feel right at all.

”What are you getting Sai? He’s still holding up that 100 yen limit?”

”...yes.”

”Oof. Not a lotta options, huh.”

”I was thinking of asking my doctor to build something out of old spare parts. Then it would be free, technically…”

”Give him one of yer ol’ hands.”

”My hand..?”

”Yeah… when you’re off getting your ass repaired and he’s all alone and needs. You know. A hand. To help him with a job.”

Genos roughly shoved Badd who laughed back at him.

”Just make him a set of coupons.”

”I cannot make up my own sales. The stores would not accept them.”

”No, I mean like, stuff you’ll do for him! Like, a free massage, you’ll take out the trash, you’ll wear whatever he wants you to... shit like that.”

”I will already do those things, he needs only ask.”

”Yeah but, it’s the whole lettin’ him choose the when, y’know? And you tailor it to his interests, you can offer him folding paper cranes together or whatever the hell old people shit you two do for fun.”

”I see… yes, that might work and stay within budget.”

”Yeah. See? I’m good at this shit.” Badd thumped his chest,

”What are you getting Zenko?”

”A dress I caught her eyein’. And this doll. That’s it, though. You shouldn’t spoil ’em too much.”

”That makes sense. We did not have the money for too many gifts, in my family. Sharing the love was more important.”

”Yeah,” Badd replied, gruffly. ”Still, we should find something that fits him. If it’s something you could give to anyone, there’s no point, I- oi, what are you looking at?”

Genos had stopped, giving the stand before them a disapproving look. T-shirts, sweatshirts, little fabric banners. Most of them black, but featuring large colourful prints of eagles, large cats, bears… and wolves. There were a lot of wolves.

”They’re terrible. Garou would love them.”

”Fuck, you’re right,” Badd trailed off, watching the rows upon rows of gaudy t-shirts, featuring wolves in thunderstorms, at sunset, fighting, howling, snarling at the viewer. ”This is exactly his style. How are you holdin’ up, Gucci?”

”Quite well. No worse than some of Saitama-sensei’s finds…”

”Look, this one has three wolves! And a moon!”

Badd took it down from the rack and held it up for them to consider. ”Three wolves must be better than one, right? Simple logic.”

”I do not think logic applies to shirts featuring… three wolves and a moon.”

”We’ll take it. He’ll love it.”

Garou did love the shirt.

Neither of them had really expected him to get them gifts, but he did. They both got tea, an old-fashioned blend that Genos strongly suspected he’d seen before. At Bang’s dojo, possibly. It did not seem impossible that Garou might have asked for Bang’s assistance in figuring out gifts for his friends, especially on his restricted budget.

They accepted the tea and handed him their present, wrapped in gaudy red and gold. Not as gaudy as what was inside it, though.

”Woah,” Garou whispered as he held the shirt up. ”This is awesome.”

”Whatever,” Badd grumbled. ”It’s just a shirt with three wolves and a moon.”

”I’m gonna wear it right away!”

As he went to change his shirt, Genos and Garou exchanged their gifts. He’d gotten Badd a jacket, a nice one, for which he got yelled at, but he knew Badd would like it. Especially because he’d also gotten a matching one for his sister.

And from Badd, a pair of slippers, just to prove his point from before, along with a big bar of chocolate, the one Genos would sometimes buy when the three of them went somewhere. He knew what Genos liked, too.

Garou emerged, wearing his new shirt, preening.

”I can’t decide whether I should leave the sleeves down or roll them up to show off my guns.”

”Start by not calling them ’guns’. Only blond Astroboy here gets to do that, and only because he has literal guns for arms.”

”He’s right, Garou.”

”Fuck off, you’re both just jealous.”

They could not stay long, after that. Sensei had texted Genos to let him know that the food was almost ready and Zenko was waiting.

”Will you be alright, Garou?” Genos asked him.

”Yeah, I’ll be fine. Staying with the old man and Carrot Top. He got some of that nice beef for us all to share.”

”Alright. Stay out of trouble.”

”I will.”

”Merry christmas, shitheads,” Badd joined in, already wearing his new jacket, Zenko’s under his arm. Genos gave him his middle finger. ”Merry Christmas, shithead.”

#shitty teen squad #ficlet #christmas

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emeraldwaves · 5 years

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Title: A Dragon’s Magic Chapter 17 Pairing: Kacchako Rating: M Word Count: 5,423 Summary: Uraraka Ochako has always believed in dragons, though she was constantly told they were long since extinct. Now an adult and professional mage, she’s ready to help her parents as a healer for their village. The last thing she expects is for her beliefs to become a reality, but when a dragon attacks her village, she learns there’s more to magic than she ever could’ve realized. Read on AO3 Thanks to @its-love-u-asshole and @amaisenshi for reading this ahead of time.

Bakugou paced back and forth behind the fire, the flames flickering in front of him as he grumbled under his breath.

"Katsuki," Ochako called out. "You should sit down."

"Can't," he hissed.

The group had decided to camp out on the island. Jirou had taken Kaminari to go yell at him, and Bakugou and Ochako had built their camp a little away from Todoroki and Yaoyorozu to give them some space. Mostly Ochako wanted to keep Bakugou away from Kaminari, since he was just about ready to rip his head off.

They all knew Kaminari wasn't really at fault. His heart had been in the right place, even if he was something of an idiot. Ochako knew the others couldn't bring themselves to fully blame him. Tomorrow, they would see what kind of person Mineta was and hopefully he would give the magic back.

Ochako took in a long breath of air, watching Bakugou pace back and forth. "Please sit with me Katsuki."

"No!" he snapped. "That shithead has been ruining things for weeks now and he didn't even fuckin' think! I'm gonna kill him."

"I'm sure Jirou is handling it just fine," Ochako sighed, her chest feeling tight with frustration. She could tell it was coming from Bakugou. It made her brow twitch, her entire being pulsing with anger.

"Is she? She's probably forgiving him and telling him to not be an idiot again!" he snapped. "I'll kill that tiny rat then! Fuckin' humans... they're so goddamn selfish!" he hissed. "This is why we left in the first place, this is why dragons didn't want anything to do with humans!"

"I-I understand that... I'm not taking his side I'm just asking you to sit down."

"How can you be the only good human out there? Are the rest of your kind this selfish and greedy about everything!?"

Ochako clutched at her chest, taking in a few deep breaths. "N-No... Todoroki has helped us... my parents... my friends... Mirio, Nejire... there are plenty of good humans..." she said. "Unfortunately... there are a lot like Mineta."

"I'll fucking kill him!"

Ochako whined. "Katsuki, please! I'm going to be selfish now... can you sit down?! For my sake?! My whole chest is tight because of you!" Her voice was filled with more anger than usual, the emotions seeping through her tone and her hands trembled by her side.

Bakugou stopped, turning to face her, his red eyes glistening through the flame.

"Alright fine," he hissed, storming next to her to sit down. "Does it really make your chest hurt?" he asked, glancing at her up and down.

She nodded, panting softly. "When you get really angry like that... yeah..." she muttered. "I know you're upset... I don't blame you for it either."

"You shouldn't! This has been the whole goddamn reason for it all. The reason I came to your village, the reason you're banished... it's all because of that little grape shithead!" he snapped.

Ochako chuckled, reaching her hand up to his face. She brushed her fingers over his smooth skin. As much as she missed his scales, she didn't mind how this felt beneath her touch either. "Are those things really things to be mad about?" she asked softly.

"HAH!?" he grunted, wrapping his hand around her wrist. "Of course they are!"

"Really?" she asked, raising her eyebrow at him.

"Yes!" he scoffed.

She gently ran her hand through his hair. "You know... if you hadn't done those things... we never would've met. If you hadn't come to my village... if Kaminari hadn't been stupid about magic... I know you're mad right now, but whatever happens tomorrow, we're not going to leave this island empty handed... and... we'll still have each other right?"

Katsuki was right. Mineta taking the magic... was the reason for all of this, their quest, their time together... and suddenly Ochako wasn't ready for it to be over. What was going to happen to them once this was all over? They were bonded... they were mates... so even if Ochako was human... tomorrow, when everything was over and they could safely return, she was allowed to stay, right?

She swallowed, suddenly dreading the sun rising.

"Oi..." he grunted, pulling her hand to his lips. "what the hell are you doing?"

"W-What do you mean?" she asked quietly, staring at his red eyes.

"My chest," he said. "It feels heavy, like you're in fucking pain and not because I'm angry."

There was a small part of her that was happy he was feeling her emotions and it wasn't just her feeling his anger all the time, but she didn't like that he could tell she wasn't feeling happy.

"It's just... I got sad... thinking about our journey together ending," she whispered. "O-Of course I'm thrilled the dragons are getting their magic back, but... what do we do after?"

"The fuck you mean?" he scoffed, brushing his thumb over her knuckles.

"I mean... after the dragons get their magic back, I don't... I don't know what I'm supposed to do or where I'm supposed to go," she whispered. "I came here with you to help you but after this you won't need me anymore and I-"

He grabbed her cheeks and smashed their lips together, interrupting all of her trains of thought as she fell against his body, leaning in to the kiss. He nibbled on her lower lip, tugging it into his mouth as he sighed. "Shut your damn mouth."

"I-I'm sorry?" she whispered, her breath tickling his lips.

"You're not going anywhere. You're staying with me..." he said. "We have this stupid bond thing and... you're my goddamn mate, where the hell did you think you were going to go!?"

"I-I dunno... I didn't know what you would want after this."

"I want you, idiot," he said, pressing their lips together again. "I don't care what we fucking do, you just better be there with me."

She couldn't help but laugh, a soft chuckle slipping from her lips. "I don't want to leave..." she said. "I always want to be with you..."

"I don't know what gave you the fuckin' impression you wouldn't be with me," he snorted.

"I dunno... I just got scared," she admitted. "I thought about you maybe not ... needing me for anything once the magic is back."

"I told you... dragons mate for life," he snorted, kissing her forehead. "You're mine now, Cheeks. No getting around it."

She smirked. "Well, I guess I'll stay then."

"Good. You better," he said, taking his cape off and swinging it around her. It reminded her of one of the first nights they were together, Bakugou refusing to answer any of her questions. They had come so far since then. Their hearts were connected and she understood him better than she ever anticipated she would. "Besides," he muttered. "My mother will fuckin' kill me if we don't go through the whole mating ceremony."

She felt her cheeks heat up and she turned her gaze up towards him. "C-Ceremony."

"Yeah..." he muttered. "Humans call 'em weddings or whatever..."

She gasped, blinking a few times. "B-Bakugou Katsuki..." she whispered. "Are you asking me to marry you?"

"I already did when we fuckin' mated, idiot," he snapped, folding his arms over his chest.

She could help but giggle. "Oh... well then I guess we've been engaged this whole time?"

"By stupid human standards," he muttered.

She smirked, standing up as she lay his cape down on the ground. She lowered herself down, and pressed her face against the fur lining the hood. It smelled like him, a scent she was so used to now. She knew this night would be different from so many of the nights they had spent together.

He stood up and slowly lowered himself down next to her with a sigh, his large fingers stroking through her hair. "You're a fuckin' idiot," he mumbled.

"I know," she giggled. "But I'm your idiot."

"Lucky me," he snorted, leaning down to kiss her.

"No matter what happens tomorrow... I want you to know I'm ready to fight by your side. I'm always ready to fight for you."

He rolled his eyes. "I know, Cheeks. That's what got you into this whole goddamn mess in the first place."

He wasn't wrong. If she hadn't thrown herself in front of him when the mayor went to kill him, she would never have been banished. Still, she would've wanted to travel with him anyway.

"Well I'm happy I did," she scoffed, puffing out her cheeks.

"Yeah..." he muttered, laying down besides her. "I'm... pretty damn happy you did too," he said, leaning forward to brush his lips against her forehead. "I fuckin' love you."

"I love you too..."

He pulled her close, the fire crackling around them. No matter what happened tomorrow she knew she didn't want to lose this. Never.

Kaminari stood on the bank of the river looking nervous. He was rocking back and forth on his feet and he kept glancing around.

"Fucking Sparky is gonna give us away!" Bakugou hissed, growling through his clenched teeth.

"Shh!" Ochako hushed. "If you keep growling and making noise, you're going to give us away!"

Bakugou groaned and stayed behind the bush. Next to him, Jirou and Yaoyorozu shook their heads.

"Denki is convinced he'll give back the magic once he asks, but... if not... we're prepared to fight, even if it means changing into dragon form," Jirou whispered.

"We're taking back what belongs to us," Yaoyorozu whispered.

"Yes, and Uraraka and I will assist in anyway we can," Todoroki nodded.

The group waited patiently, watching as Kaminari began to pace back and forth. It wasn't surprising he was nervous, not with what he was going to ask. If Mineta didn't agree, it was going to become an ambush and with how much magic the small creature had stolen who knew how strong he was.

It was then, the small, purple haired creature stumbled out from the town. There was a large smile plastered across his face as he trotted happily over the lightning dragon.

"Hello, Kaminari! Do you have more magic for me?" he chuckled. "I have a big date tonight." He rubbed his hands together, and sneaky laugh slipping between his lips. "Girls have been lining up to go out with me! It's incredible!"

"Uh... That's great, Mineta!" Kaminari laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. Ochako could see the way his yellow scales glistened against the shimmering water. "But... we gotta talk about this magic stuff."

The small purple-haired creature froze. "What do you mean? What's there to talk about? You give me magic, I store it and create more to give back to dragons eventually." He narrowed his eyes, looking at his friend.

"Well, that ‘eventually’ has to be now. Things are getting way worse for dragons... my parents, my mate's parents... and a few of my friends all are stuck in dragon form! Please, Mineta... you have to give whatever magic you have back now," Kaminari begged.

Mineta began to shake his head, the purple balls on top shaking with his movement. "K-Kaminari... you know I can't do that! Not after everything! Girls like me now! People in town respect me! I-I need this magic."

"And when... when did you plan on giving back the magic to the dragons..."

"W-When... I... uhm... soon! Really soon! I promise!"

"You've said this every time!" Kaminari muttered.

"B-Because I'm still working on a way that I can keep the magic and you can too!" he said, his tone filled with urgency. "Why are you getting on my case about it now? I thought you were my friend!"

"I wanted to help you, Mineta," Kaminari said. "I-I just... things have gotten out of hand."

"I... I can't... I can't give it back! I can't Kaminari!" he said, his eyes wide with panic.

"Please... don't say that," Kaminari begged.

"You know I can't..."

"I'm gonna kill him," Bakugou growled, pushing through the forest, no longer willing to wait.

"Bakugou!" Todoroki called out, but they fell forward, too late to stop him from barreling through the trees, stumbling onto the river bank.

"I can't believe this fucking shit head!" He snarled, his fingers shifting into claws as he grabbed the purple menace by the collar of his robe, picking him up easily.

"AH!" Mineta screamed, wiggling in Bakugou's grasp, his limbs flailing about. "Please!" he said, twisting and turning around. "W-Who are you!?"

"I'm one of the dragons you've been stealing magic from," he hissed.

"B-But you look fine!" Mineta chuckled softly, still flailing his legs around.

"Yeah, because I have a mate I bonded with," he scoffed. "Look at what you're doing to the rest of us. Jirou! Yaoyorozu!"

With Bakugou's call, the two girls let out a soft sigh, stepping out from behind the trees as well. Yaoyorozu was in the worst shape of all of them, her tail and wings showing as she looked to the ground.

Scales covered most of Jirou's face and arms, her ears pointed and sharp, though her wings and tail were still tucked away.

"Kaminari!" Mineta chuckled. "You didn't tell me dragon women were so hot!"

"Shut it, you disgusting creature. This is what you're doing to our people," Bakugou snarled, his face close to Mineta's. "If you don't give us back our magic right fuckin' now. I will destroy you."

Mineta's lips curled into a smirk, pulling one of his purple balls out of the bag by his side. "Flash!" he yelled, and the ball lit up, a blinding light shining in front of Bakugou's eyes.

"Shit!" Bakugou hissed, stumbling backwards as he let the short creature fall to the ground.

Mineta pushed himself up, pulling out another one of his balls as he pressed it against Kaminari's arm. "Sorry, I can't give these back. I'm so powerful now! People respect me! Girls want me! I can't give that up!"

"Fuckin' tiny rat!" Bakugou hissed.

Kaminari looked down at him, his eyes widening. "What are you-"

"Possession!" Mineta yelled, the purple ball illuminating as magic flowed into Kaminari. "I should have... enough energy to do this..." Mineta grunted, panting as Kaminari jerked forward and then stood in place looking dazed. "He's my dragon now."

"Denki!" Jirou cried out.

"Transform!" Mineta called out, keeping the purple ball held in his hand and Kaminari began to shift into his dragon form. His wings sprouted out from his back, electricity crackling from his fingers and nostrils.

"Oh no..." Yaoyorozu whispered, her eyes turning up towards the sky.

Clouds began to roll in, thunder rumbling through the sky as the sun slowly disappeared, the world growing dark around them.

With a laugh, Mineta climbed onto Kaminari's back, the two of them launching up into the sky, lightning crackling around them, conducting off of Kaminari's wings.

"What's going on?" Todoroki asked.

"Denki... is a lightning dragon," Jirou said. "If he doesn't have control over his own magic, he'll attract a whole storm here! We need to transform now!"

"Ready, Cheeks?" Bakugou asked.

"Mhm..." Ochako said, gripping her staff close to her chest.

"Todoroki, ride on my back," Yaoyorozu said. "I'll do my best to keep you safe."

"I trust you," he whispered.

The two girls and Bakugou stepped forward, letting their wings spread out as they began to transform. Ochako braced herself, holding her staff as a rush of magic came into her body, filling her bloodstream.

Admittedly, there was a part of her that always knew there would be some sort of fight. Something they would have to face, she had only hoped they wouldn't have to... that Mineta would understand what he had done and give back what he had taken.

"Let's do this Uraraka," Todoroki nodded, immediately climbing onto Yaoyorozu's back.

"Yes!" she cried out, rain starting to fall from the darkened clouds above. "Listen!" she cried out, before any of them took off. "Mineta is human and he can't use magic without those strange purple ball things. If you can get that out of his hand, Kaminari shouldn't be under his control anymore!" she explained.

"Right, we'll all aim for Mineta!"

Jirou let out a cry.

'She doesn't want us to hurt Kaminari, but getting Mineta is our number one priority.' Katsuki snapped, a huff slipping through his nostrils.

"Right," Ochako muttered, bracing herself as they took off into the air.

The thunder rumbled around them, lightning crackling against the sky. Rain soaked through Ochako's clothes and hair, water dripping down her face. It made it difficult to see.

"Freeze!" Ochako heard Todoroki call out, ice shooting from his palm, Kaminari and Mineta immediately dodged it, rolling to the side.

"Katsuki," she shouted. "If you can get me closer... if I can touch Kaminari... I can use my gravity magic to send him flying to the ground!" she called out.

Besides them, Jirou let out a deafening roar, the sound vibrating through the air. "A-Ah!" Ochako gasped, covering her ears while she watched Mineta do the same, but he didn't drop the ball from his hands. "Dammit..." Ochako hissed, the wind making it hard to open her eyes.

Magic pulsed against her fingertips as she felt it rush away from her and into Bakugou, the feeling still overwhelming her. She took in a deep breath, letting herself settle and his body began to heat up. He was going to try and shoot fire, but she prayed he didn't hit Kaminari full on.

Jirou let out another roar, sending Kaminari flying backwards this time, but he cried out, electricity shooting back towards her. She was able to push herself up, dodging the round ball of lightning as she tumbled through the sky.

With a flap of her wings, Yaoyorozu sent a large burst of wind their way, while Todoroki held out his hand, shooting fire at the same time as Bakugou had, flames hurling towards Mineta and Kaminari. The two of them rose up, Kaminari building even more energy as he aimed for Jirou again, completely missing.

"Why does he keep aiming for Jirou!?" Ochako cried out. That was Kaminari's mate! The last thing he would want is to hurt her.

'He's not aiming well. Kaminari is an idiot, but he doesn't fight this poorly. He's fighting against the spell.' Bakugou hissed.

"Good," Ochako said. "We have to get closer."

"Freeze!" Todoroki cried out, ice hurtling through the air. It caught on raindrops, freezing them as they fell to the earth, and Yaoyorozu rushed them forward, swinging her tail towards Kaminari. She smacked him in the face with her tail, causing both of them to spin out of control.

"I won’t let you take this magic from me!" Mineta’s squeaky voice echoed through the sky. "I’ll use your friend to defeat all of you!"

Lightning crackled at the tips of Kaminari's wings and he shot the balls of energy directly for Yaoyorozu, hitting her in the chest. Her whole body convulsed as she and Todoroki began to plummet to the earth.

"Todoroki!" Ochako screamed.

'Hold on!' Bakugou yelled, his voice echoing in her mind. He dove down, slipping underneath them as Yaoyorozu landed on his back. Ochako gripped Bakugou's neck, not wanting to fall off, especially when their momentum to the ground picked up.

"Todoroki!? Are you okay?" Ochako called out as Bakugou helped Yaoyorozu steady herself on the ground.

"F-Fine..." he stammered. "Yaoyorozu took most of the hit..."

"Please don't push yourselves, if you can't get back up there... don't. The last thing we need is either of your getting hurt!" she called out.

Up above, Jirou let out another loud cry and Bakugou nodded to the two, pushing off of the ground. They couldn't waste any time and Jirou was up there by herself.

Bakugou shot back up into the air, lightning crackling around them as Kaminari shot a bolt of electricity straight for Jirou. It hit her wing and a cry of pain erupted from her lips, her head tossing backwards as her body awkward floated in the air.

Shaking his head, Kaminari began to wiggle his body, crying out as if in pain. He obviously wasn't pleased at the fact he'd just hurt his mate. He had no control over his attacks while Mineta held the purple ball in his hand, but even with the powerful magic, Kaminari was able to understand what he was doing.

'Fight it, idiot!' Bakugou cried out and Kaminari let out a loud roar in front of them, bucking his back. Mineta went flying into the air, but Kaminari's body jerked backwards, catching the tiny creature before he could fall any further.

There was a pained look in Kaminari's eyes, and Ochako could feel the hesitation in Bakugou's magic. He was building up to shoot fire in Kaminari's direction again, but she could tell he didn't want to hurt his friend. As tough as Bakugou acted, she knew he cared about them... he cared about all the dragons... otherwise, he wouldn't be here.

Suddenly, lightning shot down towards them and Ochako screamed. "Katsuki!" she cried out, gripping at his neck. He dodged just in time, sending a large ball of fire directly at Kaminari.

Using the momentum from the dodge, Bakugou hurled them forward, working to get closer to Kaminari. If Ochako could just touch them...

"FLASH!" Mineta's voice was loud and burst of light shot towards them, causing Ochako to loosen her grip and cover her eyes. Bakugou growled, throwing his neck back as he shook his head back and forth, trying to protect his eyes.

Ochako screamed, trying to cling to Bakugou, but her hands slipped from how wet his scales were, her body falling from his back as she hurtled towards the ground. "Katsuki!" she screamed, and she clutched her staff to her chest. She had to make herself float, she had to use her magic right now.

She tried to focus her mind as the wind rushed by her ears, rain pelting at her skin. Bakugou immediately dove towards her, chasing after her falling body, but she knew he might not make it.

Struggling against the momentum of the wind, she pushed her staff towards her foot. "Float!" she cried out, tapping her foot and then her other foot, desperate for the magic to rush through her body.

Almost immediately her head jerked up, her wet hair slapping against her cheeks as she floated in the air. "Oh... my gosh... I did it..." she breathed to herself, glancing up to the sky. Bakugou soared down, swooping under her as she felt his back press against her feet. For a moment her legs were shaking as she collapsed down against him, clinging to him.

"You have to get me close," she breathed out. She knew she could do it.

Above them, Jirou was charging for Kaminari, despite her wing seeming to tremble every time it flapped.

Below them, there was a loud cry and Yaoyorozu flapped upwards, Todoroki on her back. Ochako was relieved to see them joining the fray again.

"Todoroki!" Ochako called out over the wind. "I need your help!"

"Alright!"

"If you and Yaoyorozu can freeze and distract Kaminari, I think Katsuki and I have a way to take him down!" she screamed.

"You got it," Todoroki said and he and Yaoyorozu took off into the sky, heading directly for Kaminari.

"Let's go!" Ochako cried out.

Jirou was flapping her wings tiredly, letting out roar after roar, attempting to propel Kaminari back. Mineta however, had a shell of protective magic around him, unmoving at any of their attacks.

"Dammit!" Ochako snapped, watching as Yaoyorozu and Todoroki pushed forward. If they could just distract him for long enough...

"Fire!" Todoroki called out, holding out his hand as flames burst forward. Mineta didn't look phased until Todoroki immediately held his hand up to shoot ice.

The ice made contact with Kaminari's wing, and he cried out, lightning sparking towards Todoroki and Yaoyorozu. They dodged the attack, and while Kaminari and Mineta seemed to be completely focused on Todoroki's attacks, Bakugou rushed forward.

"Gravity!" Ochako cried out, tapping her staff against Kaminari's neck.

The dragon's eyes widened as he began to tumble to the earth, unable to stop how heavy his body grew with Ochako's magic.

Mineta screamed, his whiny voice echoing against the thunder rolling through the air.

They hit the ground with a large slam and the three dragons immediately flew down to the earth behind him, not wanting to let Mineta get away. They landed and Ochako and Todoroki slid off of Bakugou and Yaoyorozu, steadying themselves on the ground.

Ochako held up her staff and Todoroki held out his hands, prepared to attack. They slowly inched forward, waiting for Mineta to crawl out from on top of Kaminari.

There was a small groan and they saw two purple balls roll away from Kaminari's body. Lunging for it, Ochako grabbed both of them, keeping them out of reach from the tiny creature.

Kaminari let out a roar, rolling onto his stomach as his body lurched forward, convulsing as his wings folded into his back, his tail disappearing. "S-Shit..." he breathed, collapsing to the ground, panting heavily.

"K-Kaminari..." the small, squeaky voice cried out. "W-What are you... doing?! You're supposed to stay transformed!" he yelled as he slowly realized what was happening. "G-Gah!" he gasped, pushing himself up. "Give me back my magic!"

"Your magic!?" Ochako huffed. Bakugou let out the loudest roar she had ever heard from him. "You stole this magic! And you hurt the one person who maybe would've protected you."

Mineta's eyes went wide, glancing at Kaminari's unmoving body.

"My mate is going to kill you," Ochako hummed. Bakugou stepped forward, his large snout nuzzling against her cheek to push her out of the way. "Unless... you give us all the magic you have."

"I-I can't!" Mineta whispered, tears pooling in his eyes. "I can't go back to being a loser again!"

"Because you're such a winner now," Todoroki scoffed, folding his arms over his chest.

"Y-You don't get it! Before, no one would even look at me! But with magic..."

"Then learn it on your own!" Ochako snapped. "It's more impressive if you can do these things yourself as opposed to stealing from others! And if any of the people who act friendly to you now stop when you lose magic, then they weren't worth having around in the first place!"

She stepped forward and Mineta tried to scurry away from her, but he flopped forward, falling on his face. Reaching down, she grabbed his large pouch, dumping the purple balls out. "The dragons need this magic and you will be giving it back."

"No!" he whined, reaching for the bag with tears in his eyes as Ochako turned back around, slinging the bag across her shoulder.

'Let me kill him.' Bakugou snarled, his voice angry in her mind.

Ochako brushed her hand over Bakugou's snout. "No... don't kill him. Be better," she whispered.

Bakugou began to glow, his golden scales disappearing as he morphed down into his human form. "He fuckin' deserves it. Sniveling idiot."

"I'm not saying he doesn't," Ochako whispered, linking her fingers together with Bakugou's. "You're lucky we're letting you live," she hissed. "You hurt countless dragons."

"B-But... but!"

Bakugou growled, reaching down to yank him up by his robe. "If I ever find you near a dragon again, I'll rip your fuckin' face off," he said, tossing him down. "Get out of my sight."

An audible gulp was heard when Mineta pushed himself up, limping away from the group of dragons, tears streaming down his face.

Todoroki pressed his hand against Yaoyorozu's chest, helping her shift back down to her human form. She breathed out, panting heavily as she fell against Todoroki, her arms trembling.

"I want to say he learned his lesson, but I have no idea if he has," Todoroki scoffed.

"Who knows. As long as he stays away from your magic, that's all that matters," Ochako said, letting out a few labored breaths.

"Ochako..." Bakugou muttered, gripping her arms to hold her in place. "You okay?"

"Mhm..." she breathed. "It was... intense... that's for sure." She glanced to Todoroki, watching him place his hand on Jirou, helping her shift back.

The purple haired girl's legs trembled, and she stumbled forward. "Denki..." she breathed.

Kaminari was still sitting on the ground, his head hung low, obviously ashamed of what he had done.

"I..."

"Denki!" Jirou yelled and she stumbled forward running towards him.

He turned his head, tears pooling his eyes. "K-Kyouka... I-I'm-"

Leaping forward, she wrapped her arms around him. "I love you... I'm so happy you're okay."

"E-Eh!?" he gasped, wincing as her weight fell on top of him. "Y-You are!? I-I mean I love you too but I-..." Tears began to stream down his cheeks. "I-I hurt you... my mate..." he whimpered.

"You didn't... Denki... I know that wasn't you. You're still... you're still an idiot!" she said, laughing softly as tears fell down her cheeks too. "B-But I know... that wasn't you..."

"It was awful," he whispered. "I could see myself attacking you but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop it! I-I'll never forgive myself for hurting you, Kyouka," he whined, crying loudly.

"S-Stop being so dramatic!" she said, lightly hitting her hand against his head. "You're an idiot for trusting him... but he was controlling you..."

"Y-Yeah..." he stammered, wrapping his arms around her. "I-I'm just so glad you're okay.. that you're all okay!" he said, looking to the other group.

"Yeah, no thanks to you, idiot!" Bakugou hissed.

"Katsuki!" Ochako sighed, gently punching his arm. "We know you would've never attacked us on purpose," she said.

"O-Of course not!" Kaminari exclaimed, shaking his head back and forth. "I-I just... I feel like a moron..." he muttered. "I wanted him to give the magic back on his own... I-I never thought..." he muttered.

"I don't think any of us thought he would try and use you," Yaoyorozu said, sighing.

"You're too trusting, Denki," Jirou sighed, stroking her hand through his blond hair.

"Did you... get it all back?" Kaminari asked.

Ochako nodded with a large smile, gently patting down the pouch.

"We should probably release the energy near our island, it'll help it replenish faster," Yaoyorozu said.

"I agree, the closer you are to the current, the easier it is for the energy to find its way back to where it belongs," Todoroki explained.

Slowly Kaminari stood up, clinging to Jirou. "I... I shouldn't even be allowed to go back or use magic anymore."

Bakugou snorted, storming over to him. "Kaminari, you were trying to be a nice idiot, which makes you even more of a fuckin' moron. I'm one step away from murdering you, but no one is going to kick you off of the island for being a dumb ass."

"We'll never let you out of our sight again, but... all will be forgiven," Jirou scoffed. "If you run away, that just makes you a damn coward. I know that's not you."

"N-No..." Kaminari said, letting his head drop. It didn't seem like any of them were keen on punishing their friend, especially after he had been so well intentioned. He wanted to help them, though things had gotten way out of hand. Hopefully, they could reach an agreement of some sort.

"We need to get the magic back as soon as possible. If you all feel you can transform again, we should go back," Todoroki said, glancing at the worn out dragons.

"Yeah, let's get going," Jirou said.

Ochako clutched at the strap of the bag, the magical energy practically humming against her hip. They'd done it. They'd found the magic... and soon the current would be replenished and the dragons could return to their normal lives.

"I can't wait to get off this fuckin' island!" Bakugou hissed.

It had been the adventure of a lifetime, but somehow, Ochako couldn't shake the feeling that a new, different sort of adventure was about to begin. Bakugou wrapped his hand around hers, and she glanced down, smiling when she felt their magic pulsating between them. They had their whole lives ahead of them.

And Ochako couldn't wait.

"Yes," she smiled, looking at Bakugou. "Let's go home."

#kacchako #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #bnha #boku no hero academia #fantasy au #dragon au #a dragon's magic #weh this is basically done!!!#just an epilogue left

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makeste · 6 years

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BnHA Chapter 027: The Ol’ Run and Float

Previously on BnHA: Deku won the obstacle course and made All Might proud while pissing everyone else off. Midnight announced that the second event would be a cavalry battle. The kids were told to team up in groups of 2 to 4, and that each team’s captain would wear a headband with a point value based on how that team’s members placed in the obstacle course. Deku found out he was worth ten million fucking points.

Today on BnHA: Midnight explains the rules of the cavalry battle. U.A.’s first years set out to assemble their teams. Bakugou doesn’t fucking know who any of these people are. Iida wants in on this rivalry thing too. Deku gets off to a shaky start, but actually manages to assemble probably the best team out here, thanks in large part to its abundance of girl power, but also because my bird bro Tokoyami decides to get in on this as well.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 51 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

new volume cover!! lots of kids this time! twelve of ‘em!

we’ve even got that steampunk girl. SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE

this is the calmest that Bakugou’s face has been on a cover yet, I think. he’s even letting Kaminari lean all over him. he still doesn’t know how to smile, but at least he’s looking at the camera, unlike Todoroki up there in the corner

and we’ve got Ochako up there in the top left! KICK SOME ASS OCHAKO

Deku looks pretty happy and doesn’t appear to be fearing for his life, so we can confidently assume that this picture wasn’t taken during the sports fest! ahahaha

“the boy born with everything” hmm that sounds like Todoroki to me. could be Bakugou too I suppose, but right now I’m leaning more toward the kid who hasn’t had much development yet and whose mystery dad seems like he might be introduced shortly

I freaking love that... [checks the handy dandy character guide] Hagakure is on the inner cover cheerleading with these two

(ETA: I can’t believe such a cute fucking page was so ruined for me with context.)

okay I skipped past the characters cuz I already know who they are, and definitely skipped past that chapter index. here we go

seems pretty fucked up to me. do they have twists like this every year? if yes, then why do the kids who’ve watched it religiously since childhood (i.e. Deku) not anticipate that and maybe just shoot for top 5 rather than #1?

well Deku, you’re just going to have to continue to be just that damn good, I guess. you’re screwed otherwise

even Ochako omg

he’s still thinking to himself that it was just dumb luck that he came in first. by my reckoning it was actually ridiculously quick and adaptive thinking, more than a little cleverness, no small amount of physical strength and endurance, and a reckless disregard for his own safety bordering on the insane! but sure, call it luck

wonder where all of that GARRRRR energy has gone now. it’s like he was running at 300% for that entire event, and now all of a sudden he’s run out of batteries

okay here we go, some detailed rules

that’s going to be a lot of zeroes for Deku’s team

glad they designed the headbands to fasten with velcro so that these kids don’t go snapping each other’s necks

and apparently once someone grabs your headband, they’ve got to put it on and wear it themselves, so as long as time’s not up, you still have a chance to get it back

so then Deku won’t necessarily be the main target the entire time. ooh, this changes things. I like this game now

that little shithead Mineta might be a problem if his team utilizes his stupid grapes

and Tsuyu could potentially just use her tongue and be snatching up headbands left and right

apparently they’re allowed to use quirks, but not allowed to maliciously attack teams “with the intent of making them fall.” well what are the rules then. is that basically just a “don’t kill each other” rule and aside from that everything still goes? this opens the gates for some inconsistent refereeing. but I suppose these games are just an exhibition match to show off anyway, so as long as everyone gets to do that, it doesn’t matter as much who actually wins or loses

unless your name is Bakugou Katsuki and you went up on stage in front of a hundred thousand people and were all “it’s me I’m the winner”

or if you’re Todoroki “dad is watching and I just made Deku my rival fifteen minutes ago, so I don’t want to lose to him” Shouto

or Midoriya “dad is watching and I promised him I’d tell the world I AM HERE” Izuku

then you’re probably more invested in winning

so should be interesting

(ETA: actually, getting into the round of 16 really did make a difference in terms of who got drafted afterwards.)

time to start forming teams!

Deku already seems to know who he wants!

Tsuyu or Ochako, Deku. either is good. both are even better

Iida’s also fast! and loyal! (ETA: HAHAHAHA) but the second that fucker gets distracted, his weird hand gestures will get you dropped on the floor right quick

Bakugou and Todoroki would NEVER!! so let’s not even bother with that

Sero is another one like Tsuyu that would probably be really good at snatching bands

anyways, enough with the hypotheticals, let’s scroll down and see who this thoughtful young man actually decides on

heyyy. booooooo we’re cutting to the security staff

they don’t seem to be doing a very good job

wow. these guys are kind of the worst

“drag others down.” what a cynical fucking take

now they’re talking about how the cavalry battle teaches cooperation. well no shit, just like literally any team exercise ever

these are the most demotivational superheroes I’ve ever seen. the complete fucking opposite of All Might. no wonder he was so desperate to find someone with the right attitude to be his successor

WOW CHECK OUT MISTER POPULAR OVER HERE

OH NOW Y’ALL LIKE HIM, HUH. I WAS HERE FIRST

he seems to have someone else in mind maybe?

wow

“WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE”

wow Bakugou. wow. I may not know all of their names yet, but at least I know... two of their quirks

-- and actually I do know their names! Sato, Hagakure, and Mina! wow! guys! I did it!!!

meanwhile All Might’s up in the stands with his own hot fresh takes on Bakugou, which mainly consist of “he may be a jerk but he sure is talented and that sure does make him popular.” yep. are you proud. he’s still our son, All Might

Todoroki already picked a team while Bakugou was standing there trying to figure out what everyone else’s quirks even are and what exactly is this mysterious “teamwork” thing anyway

luckily he has a good friend who mysteriously loves him for some reason!

even though Bakugou doesn’t even remember his name sobbbbb

to be fair, I sure took a long hecking time remembering it myself

Kirishima is pointing out that he’s the best fit since his quirk allows him to take whatever explosions Bakugou dishes out

wow they really are compatible. this seriously could take over as my main ship, were it not for the fact that Deku has so plainly been in love with Katsuki since he was three years old

but even so! like, I’ll just nab this little KiriBaku tugboat, maybe, and let it puff along next to my main ride

incidentally, Bakugou doesn’t even know what Kiri’s quirk is

and Kiri DOESN’T EVEN SEEM TO MIND ANY OF IT

“Bakugou who should you ride?” “idk someone with a death wish cuz I sure fucking will blow them up you can be sure of that” “no!! me!!!”

that’s the pure kind of unconditional Yamamoto-esque love that can withstand whatever pain and hardship life decides to dole out. good shit

so who’s he gonna pick as his final teammate then

guess who doesn’t care who Mineta picks. me

Shouji if you agree to team up with Mineta you will be cancelled by association until the end of this challenge. it’s not your fault, it’s just the way things are

DEKU WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING THERE. YOU SEEMED LIKE YOU HAD A PLAN. THAT’LL FUCKING SHOW ME TO ASSUME YOU WOULD EVER TAKE THE INITIATIVE IN LITERALLY ANY KIND OF SOCIAL SITUATION

so then. you’re either stuck with the most desperate peeps, or your loyalest most dedicated besties

eh, I fail to see how punching something really hard one time and then having your body fall apart would inspire faith, though. please note that your fellow classmates, who have seen your quirk, are still avoiding you

oh! I see a “Deku” speech bubble though! only one non-Kacchan person here who calls him that! :D

LOOK AT YOU LUCKING OUT OVER HERE DEKU

this was seriously one of his best prospects to begin with. her quirk would help a lot when it comes to avoiding people, and with him having the highest point value to start with, they don’t really need to go after other people’s points

so if he’s teaming up with her, then Iida is definitely the best choice for a third teammate. they work well together, and I guarantee no one else has offered to team up with him yet lol. just gotta watch out for those hand gestures like I said

but before we get to that let’s just appreciate Deku’s meme face

is this face a meme. if not, my question is how could it not be

yesss. it’s all coming together now. THE OL’ RUN AND FLOAT

now they’re in the huddle and Deku’s explaining the ol’ run and float plan

but interestingly, he doesn’t intend to be the rider? he wants someone physically strong? well there are a few options then, but honestly there isn’t anyone else here who’s actually stronger than you bud

WOW now Iida’s suddenly deciding to be a spoilsport?!

YOU CAN REFUSE MY FOOT IN YOUR ASS YOU TREASONOUS CAD. A POX ON YOU IIDA!!!

apparently he’s decided to make Deku his rival too. EVERYONE, RIVALS. HE HAS ENOUGH RIVALS!!!

“ever since the entrance exam... I’ve been losing to you” well then sure as hell don’t expect it to stop now

he’s teaming up with Todoroki. wow. wow, Iida. you wanna be cancelled too because this is how you get cancelled

I’m not actually mad in all seriousness though, I just gotta protect my sweet Green Tsuna here who apparently has no Gokuderas to fall back on except for Ochako, that beautiful, rule-breaking moth

does the math actually work out so that there’s gotta be at least one person left for him to team up with?

dammit who’s it gonna be

OOOOHH

IT’S THE SMART STEAMPUNK GIRL FROM THE SUPPORT COURSE. I LIKE THIS! SHE’S A WILD CARD. GET IN HERE SUPPORT COURSE GIRL

HATSUME MEI YOU BEAUTIFUL TALENTED BRILLIANT POWERFUL MUSK OX

she says she wants to team up with him so she can be in the spotlight. see, this is what all these kids are forgetting. it’s not really about the points, it’s how well you show off what you’ve got

and she apparently wants to show off “her babies.” her inventions, I’m guessing

PLEASE JOIN US AND BE OUR WINRY ROCKBELL. BE OUR USOPP, MEI

SHE HAS JETPACKS. DEKU!!! DO IT

aww. Ochako don’t be jealous. he needs you, you’re the MVP even if no one else here knows it yet

okay so they’ve got three again. but Deku still seems to think they need one more person

“our formation’s just lacking some power...”

off he goes

who else are you gonna sweet talk into this group Deku

I should probably make a guess so that I can either brag afterwards, or laugh about how wrong I was

he keeps saying power. but most of the obvious 1-A powerhouses are already taken. Sato seems pretty tough, though, and there’s also that rock guy who is like the only guy left in the class who hasn’t done shit. and I think Tsuyu might still be available and she’s a dark horse IMO. my money’s either on her or Rocky Road

okay, this Viktor-looking guy has been making faces and mugging the camera this entire time, and now it looks like he’s actually gonna get a bit of focus here

and he’s acting like class B hung back on purpose. sure, okay. do your thing then; just don’t expect me to learn twenty more names when I only just got done with this first group after 27 fucking chapters

we’d better see who Deku picked before this ends or it’s a waste of a cliffhanger

oh good there’s one last two-page spread

Deku ended up as the rider after all huh

I FORGOT ALL ABOUT HIM! NOW I FEEL DUMB. HE’S FUCKING PERFECT, AND HE ACTUALLY AGREED TO JOIN THEM! TOKOYAMI, FROM THIS POINT ON YOU SHALL BE KNOWN AS “NEW IIDA”

THE SHADOW THING IS GONNA BE SO OP OMG. LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOO

BONUS:

“steampunk-related things” they didn’t even pretend

I’m glad Horikoshi made so many interesting female characters and went against his initial instinct to make several of them guys. class A only has six girls out of 20 people total, so it’s not quite balanced, but it’s better than there being like. four girls. and they’ve all got heaps of skill and talent, and varied and interesting personalities

so the support course peeps are basically the Tony Starks of BnHA

I am so down with this. go on and befriend Deku and make him all sorts of cool shit later on and further enrich the series with your general presence, Mei

#bnha #boku no hero academia #makeste reads bnha #lots of people in this one #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #uraraka ochako #iida tenya #hatsume mei #tokoyami fumikage #I already forgot that class B kid's name again #I remember his copycat quirk but no idea what he's called #and tbh I can't be bothered to look it up again lol

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wilddragonflying · 5 years

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Fallout OC Interview

Stolen from @red-flare-art :p

Rules:

1) Choose an OC

I’m gonna do Kaili, because I love her, and I’m also going to do Anna’s responses as well, because she’s the newest one!

2) Answer questions as that OC

3) Tag 5 people to do the same

Er... I don’t know 5 people in the Fallout universe soooooo..... If you see this and you want to do it, consider yourself tagged!

1) What is your name?

K: My name is Kaili Swesson; pleasure to meet you!

A: Name’s Anna Levine.

2) How old are you?

K: Well, I was born on February 29, 2032, and it’s now almost October of 2289... So around two hundred and fifty-seven! Of course, I was cryogenically frozen from October 23, 2077 to October of 2287, so technically I’ve only lived for forty-seven years.

A: Old enough to know better than to ask people their age, Jesus.

3) What do you look like?

K: Oh, I’d say I’m a little taller than average, lean. Black hair, usually keep it in a bun... I do have some pretty distinctive scars. Mirelurk Queen acid is pretty damn painful. And I had an... exciting military career, Pre-War.

A: I look like one of those things that regularly tries to eat people, just with a bit more sanity in my eyes. I’m a fucking ghoul, the hell do you expect me to look like?

4) Where are you from? Where do you live now?

K: I was born in Boston, actually! I split my time now between Goodneighbor, Nuka-Town, and Sanctuary Hills, though, as far as ‘home’ goes. Generally I’m out wandering the Commonwealth, doing my General duties.

A: Some no-name town in California. Ended up in the Mojave area long before it was a nuclear wasteland. I’m a Courier now, so I don’t really call any place ‘home.’

5) What was your childhood like?

K: Oh, quiet enough. I had a few friends - Meg, actually, is a ghoul now! It was so shocking to find out she survived, especially living in the Glowing Sea as she did.

A: I spent more time with technology than people. Stayed true through my adult life, too. Not much has changed.

6) What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions?

K: I’m the General of the Minutemen, so I’d say that I’m pretty allied with them! The Railroad and I get along well, and the Brotherhood of Steel and I... Eh. Maxson and I have, ah. Discussed things. We came to an understanding.

A: Only alliance I have is with the guy who used to be my boss, is now a decrepit living corpse tucked away in an old casino. NCR and I are on friendly enough terms, I suppose, but we don’t do anything but business. I don’t trust anyone from any of the Strip families as far as I can trust them, though.

7) Tell me about your best friend.

K: Oh, that’s tough. My best friend growing up was Meg, absolutely. Always had a weird thing for technology, smart head on her shoulders! Nate and I... we were basically platonic soulmates, honestly. Only people we could trust after we mustered out was each other, so we ended up tying the knot. Now... Well, I’m friends with Gage, Hancock, and Preston, obviously. And Piper, Strong, Nick, Cait, and Curie. Deacon and I are as friendly as two people can be when one’s a pathological liar. I honestly couldn’t say who I would consider my best friend!

A: My best friend? Shes hanging on my back right now. She’s the ah.... silent-but-deadly type, if you catch my meaning. Her and the other friend strapped to my thigh, they both are. As far as living friends go, Veronica’s like a daughter to me, and Arcade and I get along well enough. Boone is my kind of guy, though. Like him a lot. We understand each other.

8) Do you have a family? Tell me about them!

K: Well, there’s Nate - he died, protecting Shaun. Shaun himself grew up to be a dick, so I don’t much like talking about him. Right now, all the folks I listed above, they’re the ones I consider family, honestly. I love them.

A: I... Don’t have a family now. Had one, back before the bombs dropped. Only recently got closure on what happened to her.

9) What about a partner or partners?

K: Oh, well. That’s a bit of an involved story? Preston, Hancock, and I, we’re all together. But while I was taking care of Nuka-World and the Raiders that inhabited it, I ended up falling for Gage, my right-hand man, and he fell for me. Things were complicated for a bit, but we eventually sorted them out. He doesn’t feel the same for Hancock or Preston as I do, though.

A: Cassidy and I got drunk together once, woke up naked in the Lucky 38 penthouse’s master suite together. We’re still friends, but I wouldn’t call us ‘partners.’ I guess closest I’ve got to that is Boone. Nothing’s happened there, don’t know if it ever will, but. Like I said before, we understand each other in a way no one else can.

10) Who are your enemies, and why?

K: Oh, definitely the Institute, considering that I blew it up. Raiders and Super Mutants, too, obviously. Anything and any one that poses a threat to any settlement or settlers in the Commonwealth, really.

A: Anyone who wakes me up before sunrise. Also Dean Domino, carried a grudge against that prick for two hundred years, finally got to take his ass out.

11) Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them?

K: Yes, I have. I think that they could do an awful lot of good for the Commonwealth if they weren’t a huge bunch of racist, species-st, elitist dickbags. They learn to play nice with others and pull that giant stick out of their ass about technology, maybe we’ll get along better someday.

A: Heard of ‘em. Traveled with a couple of ‘em. I think they’re okay, depending on who’s in charge. Barely managed to talk Rob out of destroying their bunker, waiting for a chance to collect on that favor.

12) What about The Enclave?

K: I think they’re delusional, honestly. It’s been two hundred years. There’s no going back now, if there ever was. All we can do now is move forward, build anew.

A: Fuckin’ nuts, the lot of them. The fuck they think they’re gonna be able to do with the way tech is right now? The way the people have gotten used to the wasteland working?

13) How do you feel about Super Mutants?

K: I have... mixed feelings about Super Mutants. Mostly, they’re annoying, but easy enough to deal with when you’re as good with a rifle and shadows as me. But the suiciders? I’ve got... issues with them.

A: The lot up at Jacobstown is nice enough, and long as they don’t go making trouble, I don’t much care about them. Start making trouble, though, and I’ll be more than happy to drag Boone out and help take care of the problem.

14) What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in?

K: Well, I don’t exactly get into fights anymore, honestly. Not since my last Hostage Retrieval mission, back in the Pre-War days. Taking back the Castle with an albino matriarch Deathclaw was pretty crazy, though. Oh! One time, I sniped a raider on top of a skyscraper in the Financial District while I was on another skyscraper, and his body went cartwheeling through the air! That was pretty funny.

A: Hm. Well, board meetings back in the day used to be fucking insane, verbal fights to get funding, almost literal fistfights to keep another department from getting the funding mine needed. Nowadays... Big Empty had some weird shit in it.

15) Have you ever fought a Deathclaw?

K: As Sturges likes to say, I still had frost in my hair when I fought my first one! I tend to avoid them now, though, and they’re happy enough to avoid me. Except for Pipsqueak and Larry, but they’re special cases. Did you know that Deathclaws imprint? Like big scaly ducklings!

A: Ugh, yes. Can’t live in the Wastelands for two hundred years without fighting at least a dozen. Luckily the shitheads can’t climb, or it’d be a lot harder to fight them.

16) Do you like fighting?

K: I like sniping, taking out enemies without being seen myself. I don’t like hand-to-hand combat, though. I’d rather use Deliverer or a knife in close quarters, like in a building.

A: You don’t get to live this long without fighting, so it don’t really matter whether or not I like it. I’ll tell you what I do like, though: Outsmarting my opponents.

17) What’s your weapon of choice?

K: Tinker Tom built me a special rifle; I modded it a little to make the scope better, let it take more powerful ammo, but I love that rifle. Deliverer is great, too, and so is the blade Pickman gave me for not killing him. The guy was killing raiders, and I check up on him every so often, make sure he hasn’t moved on to settlers.

A: Silenced rifle or a blade. Best damn weapons for stealth you can have, and let me tell you: The Courier who moves quickest and quietest is the one who gets the package delivered.

18) How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?)

K: I’m quick, quiet, and I can shoot the wings off a fly. I’m also good at talking, though usually I’m just talking sense. Unfortunately, that seems to have been lacking in the past couple of centuries.

A: Oh, I’m a talker - if you manage to see me, that is. I climbed my way up to Rob’s right hand woman, his head of R&D, you don’t get there without your mouth being able to back up your ideas.

19) Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them?

K: I fucking hate Vaults, I hate Vault-Tec, and if I ever meet someone who managed to survive who authorized any of those damned experiments, I’m shooting first and asking questions never. Vault-Tec preyed on innocent people, people who were looking for safety. I hope they all burned in nuclear fire.

A: RobCo got some pretty good contracts out of them, but... Well, I can’t condemn their experiments without also condemning myself. Be pretty hypocritical of me, considering I designed a lot of the tech that went into those Vaults. Nice to see it held up after 200years, though. Better than anyone else’s except WesTek and their Power Armor.

20) How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you?

K: Rad-X, RadAway, keeping an ear on my Pip-Boy’s geiger counter, and occasionally a suit of Power Armor or a hazmat suit if I can’t avoid the radiation.

A: Darling, no offense, but what the fuck kind of question is that? You got eyes, ain’t you? I’m a goddamned ghoul, that’s how it fucking affected me, and that’s how I beat the radiation, now. I still try to avoid it because I’d like not to lose any more of my sanity than necessary, but by and large, it’s not a problem I have to worry about anymore.

21) What’s your favorite wasteland critter?

K: Pipsqueak, definitely. And Larry, Pipsqueak’s son. They’re the only Deathclaws that haven’t tried to kill me, but only because they imprinted on me and treat everyone at Sanctuary like family, now. Dogmeat’s cute, too; first friend I made out in the Commonwealth.

A: Rex is an absolute gem and anyone who touches him will answer to me. I also like Nightstalkers; I can admire something that can move as quietly as they can, even if they are a pain in the ass.

22) What’s your least favorite wasteland critter?

K: It’s honestly a tie between Radscorpions and Yao Guai.

A: Cazadors, the fuck kind of question is that? No one in the Mojave likes those overgrown wasps.

23) How do you feel about robots?

K: Well, one of my best friends is a synth, Codsworth is a Mister Handy, Curie used to be a Miss Nanny but now she’s got a synth body... I like them. Long as they aren’t trying to kill me.

A: I like them, and they’ve got no choice but to like me. Bow down before the mind that created you, and all that.

24) How many caps do you have on you right now?

K: Um. A lot? I don’t know, I tend to do more bartering with goods than with caps.

A: Enough to get by.

25) Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla?

K: Nuka Cola, definitely.

A: Sunset Sarsaparilla; you get tired of Nuka Cola after two hundred years with little else to drink.

26) Do you do chems?

K: Medical only.

A: Nah, not really. The occasional stimpak if something catches me off-guard, but other than that, I stay away from them except for bartering with them.

27) Do you ever think about the Pre-War world?

K: A lot. I grew up in this area, you know? It’s hard to walk around what’s here now and not compare it to the world I used to live in.

A: Sometimes, usually when I’m cursing out a broken terminal, wishing I had the tools I had back when I was head of R&D. Otherwise, I tend not to think about it too much. Why dwell on the past?

28) What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently?

K: Hm, that’s tough. I don’t - You learned quick in the military that you can’t have regrets, because they’ll eat you alive. I suppose the only thing I would do differently is maybe try harder to find a way to reconcile the Institute with the Commonwealth, see if I could find a way to use their technology for good.

A: That I didn’t go looking for the Sierra Madre sooner. Maybe if I’d gone there right after the War... But that’s two hundred years ago. No use dwelling in the past, like I said.

29) What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve?

K: Even though it’s my deepest regret, taking down the Institute. As much as I wish I could have found a way to reconcile the Institute and the Commonwealth, they were a threat. A big one. With them gone, the Commonwealth is a lot safer.

A: Kicking the NCR’s sorry ass out of the Mojave, honestly. The look on that general’s face when I faced him down with half a dozen upgraded Securitrons after having kicked the Legion right off the Dam? Priceless.

30) What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world?

K: I want to make Nuka-Town into an even larger trading hub, start establishing lines of trade and communication with the rest of the continent. I want to push us further towards rebuilding, because we’ve survived for two hundred years - now, it’s time to live. Maybe one day I’ll hand over the reins, but for now, that’s what I want to do.

A: I... honestly haven’t thought a lot about it? For years, I was focused on surviving, then finding out what happened to Vera... And then I got swept up in Rob’s plans for New Vegas. I never looked any further than this, you know? So. I honestly don’t know what’s next. Maybe it’s heading into the Divide, finally seeing if I can’t meet up with this other Courier, the one I’ve been tracking and who’s been tracking me for months, maybe even years now.

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Giving Her All

Catch up with Negan and Number 6 here

Negan x wife (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

I switch between the reader and Negan’s POV , but I have labeled the changes

Warnings-sexy Negan times & language.

I apologize for the amount of time between chapters, and for my less than stellar writing.

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Fuck ups, fuckity fucking FUCK UPS! I was sick and fucking tired of not only the shitters at the newest community we had acquired, but I was also done, absolutely fucking through, with my own bunch of dickheads. Screw up after fucking screw up had caused a trip that was supposed to be only a 1-2 day one, to become a fucking week long. I stepped out of the truck, making sure to grab my lady Lucille, stretching my legs after the long ride back.

I was heading inside when I heard a scuffle behind me. Turning, I saw a couple of men fucking rolling around on the ground like fucking kids, punching, kicking. Jesus fucking Christ.

Spinning around quickly, I stomped over towards the scuffle.

“What the fuckity fuck is going the fuck on?!!!” I held Lucille at arm’s length, threateningly.

Simon looked at me, “They’re fighting over…”

Interrupting him, I swung Lucille back up on my shoulder. “You know what? I don’t give a fuck.”

“Boss, whatta you want to do with that guy? And the weapons, you said you wanted to have a look at ‘em before they sent to the armo…”

“Good fucking God, Simon! Take care of that shit! No more talking to me, got it? I’m a fucking ghost, you don’t see me. So fuck off.” I waved my gloved hand at him, dismissively, walking as quickly as possible towards the freight elevator.

“It’s stuck!”

“No, just shimmy that side a bit, it’ll fit!”

What the fuckity fuck!!!

As I reached the elevator, I realized there was some piece of shit cabinet was stuck half in, half out of the elevator, Fat Joseph and Larry, my favorite fuck-ups, trying to move it in or out, fuck knows which.

“Jesus, what is going on?!”

They both turned to look at me, a look of shock on their faces.

Fat Joseph stuttered, “Uh, Negan, sir. We were trying to get this up to the wives quarters, uh, I mean, your ex wives, like uh, before you got back back.”

“Well, that definitely worked out shitheads.”

“We almost got it, just another…”

I held my hand up. “Fuck it, I don’t care.” I turned heading for the stairs. All I wanted was to get to my room and take a long fucking bath. If I was honest with myself, what I really fucking wanted, craved, was to screw y/n’s brains out. I wanted to take her, hard, pounding into that glorious pussy, from behind, taking a hold of her hair, my fingers working their way through, reaching the ends and pulling, making her groan, spurring me on. Fuck!

But I couldn’t, wouldn’t, get my true desire. Doll, was not like any other woman I’d been with. She was so like my Lucille, pure, loving, a sexual innocent. Yeah, we had some fuckity fucking fun, but I always went easy with her. She scared easy, and fuck if I didn’t want to lose her trust, it took so long to gain it. When she first became my 6th wife, she was like a fucking little mouse, hardly heard a peep out of her. Took awhile to get her to open up. And the rest they say is fucking history.

I knew she would be asleep, so as I reached the top of the fucking stairs, I stopped to take my boots off, hoping I would make less noise. I’m sure she spent the day working hard somewhere in the Sanctuary. And worrying about me, something I couldn’t fucking get her to stop doing.

I reached the door to our room, I heard what sounded like music playing, faint but I could make out the familiar notes. I placed my boots down to grab my key, unlocking the door slowly, and as quietly as possible, I stepped inside to see a fucking wonderful sight.

Doll was dancing around to whatever song was playing, singing the words, not even realizing that I was here. I loved seeing her so carefree, such a fucking oddity in this world. But what really stood out was what she was wearing. The slinkiest, fucking sexiest lingerie. Fuck if I knew where it came from, I’d never seen that on her. Since it became just the two of us, she preferred to sleep in my tees, she said it always made her feel safe and closer to me. I didn’t fucking care because most times she was fucking naked when I was there. Fucking easy access.

I slid over to sit on the edge of the bed, taking her all in. She still hadn’t noticed me yet, she was never this fucking carefree, a fucking breathtaking smile on her face. So happy. I was in a daze, just watching her, feeling myself growing harder by the second.

“Oh my god, NEGAN!!! You scared the living shit out of me!” She startled me out of my thoughts, making her way quickly over to me, standing in front of me, her tiny hands on her hips. “What do you have to day for yourself, mister?!”

Fuck, her she stands in front of me, trying to look all fucking tough and angry, and all I can do is stare at those spectacular tits and becoming harder than steel.

She moves closer, almost straddling me. “I missed you, I was so worried. When Simon messaged that you were almost back, I’m not ashamed to admit I screamed.” She placed her hands on my cheeks, her fingers stroking my beard. “You look so exhausted, babe. Want a bath, or do you just want to sleep?” Leaning over, she kissed my head softly, keeping her lips there.

“I missed you too, baby girl. So fucking much.” I took in the feel of her fingers on my face, her lips in my hair, feeling like fucking heaven. “ So, what’s the occasion?” One hand darted out, touching her side, taking the material between my fingers.

“I found it at the commissary. No one had snatched it up yet.” She twirled around, giving me the fucking perfect view of her ass, fuck. “Do you like it?” She didn’t ask me that as a tease, she honestly wanted to know.

I couldn’t hold it in any longer, pulling her onto my lap, making her make the fucking cutest squeak. “Negan!” She was giggling, playfully slapping my arm.

“It’s beautiful, doll, but you know what I’m thinking.” I nosed her neck, my tongue darting out to taste her salty sweet skin.

“I know, you prefer easy access, but I wanted to look pretty for you.” She placed her head in the crook of my neck, playing with my scarf.

“So, bed or bath?” She was looking up at me, under her impossibly long lashes, those sweet y/e/c eyes so big.

“How about neither?” I raised my hips up, prodding doll’s ass with my stiffy.

“Ohhh!” Her little snicker made me grin. “Well, I was kind of hoping you might say that.” She gestured to her choice of clothing.

“I need to go use the john, doll, but I won’t be long.” As I stood, I took her with me, making her squeal. I squeezed her to me, tenderly taking her chin in my hand, tilting upward to face me. Bowing down, I begin kissing her, my tongue begging for entrance, which she willingly allows. My tongue stroking hers, tasting her. Her tiny almost imperceptible moans make me even more fucking stiff.

We were both suddenly startled by a knock at the door.

Reluctantly pulling back, I couldn’t help my tirade. “Jesus, fuckity fucking fuckers, what the fuck now!!!!!”

She took my hand, rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. “I’ll answer it Negan, I’ll tell them you’re indisposed.”

“Too late, kiddo! I heard him!” Simon.

“Yeah, fucking damn right you heard me!” I yelled, stomping my way over to the door, unlocking and swinging it open violently.

“Is there a fucking fire, a walker takeover, or no more fucking whiskey? No? No, I thought not. So get the fuck out of here and don’t come back until I say you can, got it?!”

“Negan, the men are talking about what happened on the run, and fuck if I didn’t know any better, it’s like a fucking mutiny bein’ planned.” Simon rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Fucking ingrates, I’m sick of this. Try to calm them down the best you can. I’ll be down in a bit. Jesus, fucking Christ.”

After Simon left, I went over to sit by doll, she put her hand on my back, rubbing deeply, her head resting on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Negan,you don’t deserve this, I can feel the tension in your muscles. Massage?” She took one of my hands, bringing it to her lips.

“I’m so fucking wired, this whole week has been the fucking week from hell. I’m tired, but I am so pissed off I can’t fucking relax. I need to get this energy out.”

Dropping my hand, y/n stood, moving around in front of me. Tipping her head to the side she spoke quietly, “maybe get rid of that pent-up energy on me.”

I ran my hand down my face. Did doll just offer what I’ve been fucking dreaming off?! Fuck, I can’t, I shouldn’t. She’s my sweet girl, my fragile china doll. It took so long to earn her trust, what if this changes everything? What if I fucking hurt her. Reaching out for her hands, I closed my eyes.

“I’m not a gentle man, sweetheart.” I looked up at her.

“You’ve been nothing but gentle with me, Negan.” She kissed both of my hands, moving to straddle my legs, lowering herself slowly.

“But, darling, this is different.”

“Take me Negan, take me hard, fast, anyway you want me.” She dipped her lips closer to my ear. “I trust you, always.”

I brought my hands up to her shoulders, peeling the straps down her shoulders. Leaning back, her breasts thrusting forward, giving me perfect access. “Gorgeous sweetheart.”

“Negan,” she sounded so breathy, “i won’t break, I promise.”

She stood up, stepping back and stripped herself quickly of her clothing. “Now go, use the bathroom, I’ll be waiting for you.” She winked at me, backing further away. “No touching!”

She would be the fucking death of me that girl. After I was finished in the bathroom, completely stripping, I came out to see y/n on the bed, on her stomach, ass in the air. Fucking knocked the breath out of me.

Slipping around to the end of the bed, I got a full fucking view of her perfect pink pussy, as if she was put on display for me.

“Fuck, baby girl, I almost blew a load at this magnificent sight.”

“Fuck me Negan, take me like you fucking own me. No holding back.” She had lifted her head to glance over her shoulder at me, I sexy smirk on her lips. “I’m so fucking horny right now, so either enter me or I’ll take care of myself.”

“Fuck, I think I’m liking this new side to you, doll!”

It’s as if she could read my mind. She always knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed, before I even fucking knew. Sometimes I feel like I’m taking advantage of her, she’s always so accommodating, so fucking willing to do things, be things, just for me. She never takes, always gives.

Maybe this was wrong, but fuck I didnt want to be right tonight. I fucking needed this. As I crawled up on the foot of the bed, taking in her magnificence, I couldn’t stop the sounds escaping me.

Her head, tipped to the side, glancing back at me, she whispered, “it’s okay, Negan, I always trust you. Let go.”

Y/N’s POV

I knew he was hesitant, he always treated me like I was made of porcelain, would crack, break, with a bit of pressure. I have never been what people would call “adventurous” in my love life, kind of borderline vanilla. But just like every other part of my life, my being, I’d changed since the end, adapted to the new world order.

I loved Negan with every fiber in my body. If my family and friends could see me now, they would never believe their eyes. But my love for him was more than just what he did for me, to me or could do for me. It was what I could do for him. He was broken and lost in so many ways, like a small boy all alone in a fierce world.

So when Simon sent a message that it was a less than successful run, I knew what I had to do. What I wanted to do. And my want magnified when he dragged himself into our shared room. It broke my heart to see him, so distraught.

I could feel him now, climbing up on the bed behind me. Glancing over my shoulder at him, I encouraged him to take me, to fuck me so hard, so fast, that I wouldn’t be able to stand. He was so hesitant, unlike the Negan everyone else knew and respected sometimes feared.

I felt his hands sliding up my legs, reaching my ass, where he rubbed each full globe, then lightly slapping, causing me to jerk forward, more from the momentum than the slap.

“I’m sorry doll, no fucking foreplay tonight.”

I nodded, letting him know my agreement. His hands lifted off me, I knew he was stroking his cock, and I soon felt the delightful sensation of his cock head dragging through my damp folds. Tiny moans escaping me.

With one swift motion, Negan was sheathed inside my more than ready cunt, causing me to shift upwards on the bed. His hands took ahold of my hips, grasping tightly, I knew I would have multiple bruises from tonight, but honestly not giving a shit.

His hands moved up my body, not softly, gently, more like grasping, clawing their way, reaching my breasts. As his fingers dug into them, he thrusted forward, his cock entered fully, it was as if I could feel him in my abdomen, a sensation that was very different, amazingly so.

He pulled me up onto my knees, my back becoming flush with his chest. His dick’s assault on my pussy becoming so forceful, causing me to almost fall over. With one hand around my neck now, the other finding it’s way to my over sensitized clit, I was rapidly reaching my end.

“Fuck baby girl, you like this…” I could tell he was having trouble speaking. “You’re so fucking wet. Fuck!”

He was right, his relentless pounding was sending me over the edge faster than ever. His movements causing him to hit all the right places. The fast and furious pace, the feel of every inch of his meaty cock inside my oh so sensitive center. His fingers so delicately circling my nub. And his hand, his fucking long nimble fingers, wrapped around my sweaty neck, opening and closing, causing my breath to catch. Making my eye rolls and sounds to escape my dry mouth.

“Oh, oh, fuck, NEGAN! Grasp my neck, tighter, tighter, oh PLEASE!!!!!” I begged, begged him to give me what my body craved, every inch, every molecule, crying out for release.

“I got ya baby girl, come with me. Milk me for all I’m fucking worth. Shit!!!”

As he tightened his grip on my neck, he upped his ministrations, his thrusts so hard, deliberate, I felt as if he was reaching my lungs from the inside. His other hand moved to pull me closer to him. His face burying into my neck, as he squeezed.

I’m not sure what happened, I either blacked out, or was lifted to a higher plain. All I do remember was both of us whispering love you’s, forever’s. The feel of his tongue dragging up my neck, his warm breath on my already heated skin. The vibrations, the shivers and shakes, my body, the nerves on overload.

As fast as it came, it was over. His cock softening and slowing drawing out of me, causing me to sigh. Sitting back, he brought me with him, resting between his legs, feeling the heat, his small damp leg hairs tickling my bare skin. Leaning into him, I couldn’t stop the shakes that came from my now cooling body. Surprising myself, I began crying, tears making their way down my cheeks.

Negan’s POV

I brought my arms around doll, drawing her as close to my chest as possible. Hearing her whimpering, it suddenly dawned on me that I might have fucking hurt her.

Kissing the top of her head softly, I began whispering to her. “Shhhh, it’s okay doll. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Tilting her head so I could see her face, her hand came up to my cheek, gently caressing it.

“No, you didn’t hurt me Negan, honest. I’m not sure why I’m crying.” She sniffled, wiping at her wet cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

“You have no reason to apologize baby girl. Why don’t you turn around to face me better. I wanna see that beautiful face.”

She turned her body sideways as I shifted behind her, pulling her into my lap. She looked up at me, her face flushed from the fucking, the tears finally slowing.

I stroked her cheek, slipping down to clasp her chin, moving her face towards me. My lips meeting her’s, not too rough. But I wanted to taste her, wanted to still be intimately connected. I needed her to know my love for her. To thank her for trusting me, with her body, her mind, her life.

I gently shifted our bodies into a laying position, moving up the bed. Y/N tucked herself into my side, my favorite place for her. I started stroking her hair, to calm both of us, and she began playing with my fingers.

Yawning, she spoke, her speech a bit slurred from exhaustion, “I know you said I didn’t need to apologize, but I don’t want you to think you hurt me, or that I didn’t enjoy myself, cause I did.” She looked up at me, a grin on her sweet face. “It’s just, I’ve never let go quite that way before, it’s kinda emotional, you know?” She kissed my fingers. “After worrying about you all week, to Simon saying that you went through a clusterfuck of events. Then seeing how utterly exhausted you were. To how absolutely done you were, I just wanted to make it all better for you. I only hope I did help some.” She sat up, crawling on top of me, grasping my cheeks. “I love you, Negan.”

“And i love you, doll, for everything you do for me. For loving me more than anyone ever has. For giving everything you can to me, including yourself. It would take me a lifetime to show you how much I love you, how much I fucking cherish you. You are my fuckin’ everything baby. Everything.”

Looking down at y/n, I see that she has fallen asleep, I snickered. Fuck doll, and I just spilled my guts.

I sat up, just enough to pull the covers over myself and y/n, trying carefully not to disturb her. She might not have heard me, but I hope she knows.

She is my happily ever after.

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anonymous asked:

so a scenario with akaashi, kyoutani (if you do him) and iwaizumi where its like a GANGAU kinda thing and their s/o becomes a target for their rival gang and they kidnap her nd once the guys find her and stuff afterwards they treat her wounds and cuddles everywhere and fluffiness (unless they dont find her??? o.0) up to you but extra points for fluffyness at the enddd <333

Here’s the next installment! Thanks for the wait, and I hope this is (despite my ever persistent angst) fluffy enough, well, for Kyoutani’s standards anyway. Enjoy!

Akaashi.

It hadn’t been a pretty sight, watching the bodies fall one by one behind your swollen, bruised eyelids. Once you had been found and recovered to safety, everyone started talking to you like you weren’t there, like you weren’t right in the middle of it- like all those people on the floor, slaughtered, weren’t because of you. Of course, it might not have been, and you’re beginning to really think so. The boss had looked right past you when you were brought in to report, the group responsible had let their gazes linger over you with a calculating stare, glancing over you like potential collateral. You probably were, but before that, you had thought that you were at least part of the team. Well, until you got yourself caught. Until you became baggage.

“Thinking your way to hell again?”

It’s a rough, familiar voice that doesn’t give any leeway for gentleness to seep in, but it makes you smile all the same. Your shoulders melt a little, the press of your hands together slowly defrosting in this warm apartment that for now, is still safe. Nobody simply walks into the mad dog’s kennel, after all.

“You know how I am,” you throw a sheepish smile over your shoulder, “can’t help bad habits.”

“Hmm…” Kyoutani, with a mug of something steaming in each hand, nudges you with a foot and settles down into the free space beside you on his sofa. “Guess it’s not all bad. Someone’s got to do the brain work after all.”

“And we all know how you are with that,” you tease. His stern face crinkles a little with amusement that’s only ever granted to you, and he sets the mugs down on the coasters in front of him. You’ve always wondered, for someone so brash and careless as Kyoutani, he’s oddly cautious of his own belongings. Like he’s protecting them, like once they’re gone, they’re gone for good.

You place a soft hand over his, and he looks at you out of the corner of his eye. “Thanks for getting me out,” you tell him. It’s an apology, you both knew that, but you also both knew how he hated hearing those.

Kyoutani shrugs, stiff and unfamiliar. “Just doing what I had to.”

Maybe it was, and maybe it wasn’t.

“They said that you were almost about to storm in alone and with a single knife trying to reach the room I was in.” A slight tilt upwards of your lip. “Like a hero.”

His face scrunches up with disgust and it makes you laugh, cackling and aching in a way you’ve missed. “Fuck that, do I look like some kind of hero to you?”

“Maybe not Superman,” you ponder, “maybe Robin? Oh, oh, you’re Superboy.”

“No clue what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah right, don’t tell me you don’t peek at my comics when you think I’m not looking.”

“...You calling me angsty? I don’t punch walls and shit, not like that little shithead.”

“Uh.”

“What?”

“...You really do.” The cackles come again when Kyoutani’s face balloons up into a red fanfare accompanied with emanating heat and all. “You should have seen the way you looked after all those guys were taken down. Dark and mysterious and all that jazz,” you prod him with a finger, your eyes sly and twinkling with amusement at his expense.

Kyoutani, however, falls quiet. “Wasn’t a mirror, was there?” he says lowly, and all of a sudden it seems like he’s towering over you even though you’re not much shorter, and the shadows on his face seem like the only thing that colours it. “I saw you though. Tied up on the floor. Bruised. Bleeding.” He burns his own gaze into your eyes. “Fucked up by those assholes.”

“It wasn’t anything I couldn’t take.”

“And here you are,” he continues like you never said a word, “pretending like you’re tough. Pretending like you’re fucking steel.”

It hurts more than you expected it to. A sting to your pride- that irritating thing that keeps on rearing its head at the worst moments, and you force your head away. You can’t look at him now, not when he’s putting it like that. Not when he’s completely fucking right.

“I’m not weak,” you insist. You don’t know to whom anymore, at this rate.

“Didn’t say you were,” he replies, his voice uncharacteristically soft, and you have to wonder how much your abduction really scared him. How much he actually thought he had lost you, because he’s lost so much that he can’t even remember what he started off with in the first place. “But we all got our limits. You can’t just pretend they don’t exist because you want to be invincible. Bones break whether or not you want ‘em to.”

“Oh yeah? You looked like a demon when you walked in.” A harsh laugh pushes itself up your throat and it sounds so ugly that you wish you could cram it back in. “I was barely conscious, but I’m pretty sure what I took you gave back tenfold.”

Kyoutani shrugs again. This time easier, smoother, because he means it. “I was angry.”

“Angry’s bit of an understatement.”

“Does it fucking matter?” He’s pissed off now, you can tell from the way his arms tense up and how his words grow shorter. Something in you wants to flinch, but you stay fixed in your seat, determined to have this at least. “I was out of my fucking mind ‘cus I was so angry, okay? They fucking took you, under my goddamn nose, and I had to carry you out of that shithole. You barely had a patch of skin that wasn’t fucked up, so yeah, damn right I’m angry. But this isn’t the same and you know it.”

You breathe deeply, like you’re trying to breathe sense back into your life and what you get instead is a strong wave of the tea he knows is your favourite, his almost cologne-like musk that he leaves on everything, and the undercurrent of all the things they said he was when he found out that you had been taken. It’s enough, you think. Enough to not be the only girl in the team for one afternoon, for you to put down what had earned you their respect in the first place and just be be you. Be the person that Kyoutani Koutarou almost tore down his own team to reach.

Maybe that person isn’t so strong. Maybe that person did cry and scream when they were hurt, when the knives scraped under their skin. Maybe- no, definitely- Kyoutani knows all this.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs to you. The harshest voice reduced to the softest comfort, and he’s so close to you; his forehead is almost flush against yours, his eyes still burning bright right through you, his calloused hand cradling your cheek and the scars on his thumb are pressing along your own cuts that they had left on your face. In this moments, he’s everything, and there’s no disbelieving what he tells you now. “You can still be the tough girl, y’know. I’m not telling you to cry or anything but, I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is that it’s okay even if you did. I don’t care. It’s just human.” His gaze roam across all your bandages for a quick second before returning to yours. “You’re human. We’ll get better after we’re broken and all.”

He hasn’t quite finished yet, you can tell in his posture as he leans backwards to stretch for a second, and you don’t understand why anyone could think that Kyoutani’s anything other than genuine.

“Those wounds- seeing those wounds- it… it did something to me. It wasn’t great. I’d say fucked up, but you’ve probably heard that from me enough today, so.” There’s a sudden spread of a smile on his face that looks crooked and exhausting for him to maintain, but it glows warm against your mouth when he suddenly dips down to press a firm kiss to your cut lips. You stifle a smile of your own, because he kisses like he’s been holding it back for days, and it’s lovely, even though he’d kill you if he knew. He pulls back after a few, long, seconds, and you wait for him to finish his piece. “If I’m not the one who was beat up and it still hurt, it must have been fucking shit for you. I know.”

“I know,” you echo, and although your smile is a little wobbly, he seems to appreciate that much more than your earlier ones. Far more comfortable than when you had been teasing, at any rate, because he’s always been more observant than anyone gives him credit for. “You’re right. You’re always right when you don’t need to be,” you laugh, and he quirks an awkward grin at you, “but thanks.”

“Mhmm,” he nods, “no problem.”

“Still, the tea’s all cold now,” you say archly as you lean back into the sofa like a cat, and just like that, the tension’s gone and the warmth of his lived-in apartment returns. “Wanna just get ice cream instead?”

“I thought all women wanted to go on diets.”

“Yeah but not all women burn calories each day sparring with lunatics.”

“Call me a lunatic again and you’re not getting shit.”

You grin, a smile so wide that it splits your face and you leap up from your seat in anticipation.

“Oh yeah? Watch me.”

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4. What is their most embarrassing memory? 17. What are they like when they’re drunk? 20. Fears? 21. Favorite kind of weather? 22. Favorite color? 23. Do they collect anything? 61. When bored, how do they pass time? 78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy? For: Odina, Tamm, Wicke, Tionishia, Centorea, 18, 21 and Mama Defleni.

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4. most embarassing memory

Odina: Shit. Thisone time, uh. This one time, i was in the same room as one of thoseinfinite magic creating generators they dig up from time to time. Andyeah, me? And something with limitless magic? My ass got so huge itswelled up and got me stuck, right in a doorway. I was trapped therefor HOURS. Some shithead used me for furniture, they sat on my buttand slept there! God… so mortifiying.

Tamm: In my earlydays of learning to take on a bird form, I got lost in the body. Abody you take does have its own instincts and it can overwhelm yourmind; some take on a new form and it takes their mind, and theyforget who they are, becoming just another creature with faintmemories of someone who is gone now. Fortunately I didn’t go thatfar, but I did wind up eating carrion and little bugs. Theembarassing bit? A student saw me do it, and never let me forget…!

Wicke: OnceLusamine and I wore matching uniforms, along with our assistants, topresent the image of a united group to our backers, this being beforethe Aether Foundation became a distinct organization, mind you! Theproblem is, the tailors weren’t given my own… extreme…dimensions in mind and the hips were far too small! The skirt justshredded when i tried to walk; I had to spend all day trying to avoida wardrobe failure and I just know they noticed…!

Tionishia: I oncehad a human boyfriend and I greeted him with a hug so tight he… ah,had some back trouble. It was so embarassign! I learned the hard waythat humans are rather fragile, you know?

Centorea: As youknow, things around here tend to get more than a little odd with thetransformations. The first time I grew a few extra set of breasts onmy horse section, rather like an udder I suppose, I got… verymilky. And sensitive. And unfortunately I sat down on my speciallyadapted couch but didn’t realize someone was on it, and thatsomeone was Suu. There were complications but a long story short, aLOT of milk flooded everywhere and then right into her; she gotkaiju-sized and we had a DEVIL of a time calming her down…! Ugh.How dreadful.

Android 18: I gotsome energy absorbing relay coils installed and I dared Krillin totest them out with some ki projectile fastball. I caught ‘em, yeah.Not so good at the CONTROLLING the blasts thing. Accidentally losthold of the things and blew a huge hole in our house. Ugh, lookinglike a loser in front of your cute, tiny husband… awful.

Android 21: Ionce turned all of the planet Jupiter into a giant chocolate ball. Iwas AIMING for an asteroid, but, well, my aim isn’t always perfect!And of course, so much tasty sweetness got me hungry and I would haveeaten it all if I hadn’t been stopped…! As it is, well, now thereare more than one gaps in it.

Mama Defleini: Afriend hugged me from behind when I wasn’t expecting it and…well, I gushed ink EVERYWHERE. Milk ink, at that, over the entireauditorium. And since I was playing on a band at the time, there isphotographic evidence. Tends to come up when I am trying to beserious, which is not at all helpful!

17. What are theylike when they’re drunk?

Odina:Surprisingly mellow, a bit passive, but even more of a stone wallthan usual. Tends to just ignore everything.

Tamm: Very much abit of a chatterbox!

Wicke: Extremelysweet and affectionate, tries to be helpful and often just falls onyou.

Tionishia: Veryhuggy; this is both dangerous from her immense strength, and comfy,because at least her massive bust is soft!

Centorea: Becomesunexpectedly gloomy, but swings into happy mode for no apparentreason.

Android 18: Angrydrunk, MEAN drunk. She will fight you for looking in her generaldirection, or breathing near her and sucking up her air. She willfight you and it will hurt.

Android 21:Becomes very hungry and eats random stuff; will start chewing ontables and gets really sleepy, really fast.

Mama Defleini:Not really any change at all, but she becomes a bit more talkativethan normal.

20. Fears?

Odina: Shequietly dreads that, one day, she’ll turn on her magical powers andit won’t turn off; she’ll keep draining and growing without beingable to stop it. She’s also scared of getting caught up insomething that’ll go VERY badly for her, and get her killed orworse.

Tamm: Herdaughter killing her, again. Alternatively, she dreads the return ofthe loathsome True Fae from their mysterious realm, for when theycome, they will leave nothing behind.

Wicke: Beinghelpless to stop something truly evil and wretched, or worse, beingcomplicit in it. She dreads her own potential passivity.

Tionishia: Herimmense strength killing a human, or similar species. Just hug sohard, and then hear a horrible little snap. And then, blood onher arms, and a death on her hands.

Centorea: Failureto uphold her duties, so that her lord and her family dies on herwatch. More than that, she fears failing to uphold her oaths and thatshe may act in a dishonorable way, shaming herself irredeemably.

Android 18:Becoming destitute and homeless again, and worse, dooming her familyto the same fate. She would do anything rather than suffer such adoom, and it motivates her to some ruthless acts.

Android 21:Losing control of herself, and becoming a mindlessly gluttonous andcruel monster that would devour her own children, friends and alliesjust to slake the fiend she has become. She dreads the multiversebeing broken by her appetite.

Mama Defleini:She speaks little of her own fears. But in the depths, she has knownthat SOMETHING is coming, however distant, and she hears the echos ofsomething vast and indifferent to mortal suffering, and it is coming.She fears, more than anything, that the ages will come and destroyall that she has built… and worse, that she can do nothing to stopit.

21. Favorite kindof weather?

Odina: “I likeit rainy, a bit stormy. Feels good, you know?”

Tamm: “As longas it is wet, I enjoy it. Heavy rain is my preferred sort.”

Wicke: “I loveit sunny, more than anything! GIve me open sun and strong light!”

Tionishia:“Strong winds, and cool, dampness.”

Centorea: “Iprefer my days a bit cloudy, to be honest.”

Android 18:“Overcast. When it’s sunny, it’s too hot. Rain is not fun,either. Snow’s the worst. That shit can kill you.”

Android 21: “Idon’t have a preference, honestly! I like it cool, but that mayjust be my body; easier to hold myself together, and it’s not thatmuch of a fondness.”

Mama Defleini:“Mist and cool weathers please me the most.”

22. Favoritecolor?

Odina: “Red, Iguess?”

Tamm: “Purplesare lovely!”

Wicke: “I lovepink! It’s my favorite.”

Tionishia:“Yellows look cute and heroic!”

Centorea: “Ilean towards blues, I suppose!”

Android 18:“Black.”

Android 21: “Ido love greens.”

Mama Defleini:“Magenta, dear. Can’t you tell?” (Rubs her tentaclesaffectionately)

23. Do theycollect anything?

Odina: Collectsvideo games, preferably ones that are a bit more obscure or havegenres unknown in the modern day.

Tamm: Likes tocollect little knick-knacks and enchant them; her chambers andworkplaces resemble a witch’s cottage mixed with a magpie nest.

Wicke: Herfriends joke she gets younger boyfriends. She generally collectsplush toys of all sorts, ranging from obscure toylines to variationsof a given model, and takes pleasure in organizing them to the minutedetail.

Tionishia: Cuteaccesories and fancy hats!

Centorea:Collections of medieval books, old lore, and Arthurian legendry fromover the ages.

Android 18:Books. Until recently they were a luxury for her; they’reexpensive, difficult to carry on the go, and require careful keeping,so she was unable to have any until she and her brother came to theattention of the Red Ribbon army. Now she takes pride in being ableto get as many as she wants.

Android 21: Worksby influential figures she respects; also comic books and manga ofall kinds! She prefers lighthearted and jokey things instead of moregrim or serious material.

Mama Defleini:Apparently, ships. Not model ships or toys; ACTUAL ships. Presumablysome of these are relics from her time as the Kraken of legend, butshe’s diversified into spaceships in the here and now.

61. When bored,how do they pass the time?

Odina: “I liketo read. And enjoy the boredom; it don’t last long, usually.”

Tamm:“Birdwatching is usually a fine hobby to pass the time.”

Wicke: “I liketo take naps, dear! Or perhaps watch some television.”

Tionishia: “Iplay with the local pets; with the people we associate with, there’splenty to find!”

Centorea: “Iwork out! A knight must always refine her body, for it is her finesttool!”

Android 18:“Watch TV, I guess.”

Android 21: “Iread as well!”

Mama Defleini:“Painting, usually of visions I experience or of the unreal imageryI am heir to. It tends to give mortals headache to look at them, butI think they’re pretty.”

78. How do theyact when particularly happy?

Odina: Verymellow; tihs ia clue in itself, as she is normally very guarded andgrim. Any sign of happiness at all is a pretty damn big deal!

Tamm: Softsmiles, gentle asides, ocassionally some faint noises that sound abit like pleased chirps. She’s not too demonstrative of herfeelings.

Wicke:Ebulliently cheerful, almost radiant! She becomes a beacon ofemotional light!

Tionishia:Extremely huggy, to the point that her grasp over how much strongershe is becomes looser than usual, and spines are put to GREAT stresesfrom her hugs. From her arm strength, and her massive boobs; theymight be soft and milky but they’re also EXTREMELY heavy

Centorea: shetries to be tactiturn, in the image of the unflappable knight, butwhen super happy, she ironically acts more like the lady of a courtlyromance; flushng over small feelings, beaming brightly, and speakingin poetic phrase. It’s noticable since usually she IS somewhatstoic.

Android 18: whenhappy, she tends to loosen up a lot; she leans back, probably plopsinto a couch (possibly breaking it) and gets friends/family inaffectionate headlocks. Her happy tends to have a bit of the ‘flirtygirl bully’ vibe.

Android 21: Itcan honestly be difficult to tell, as she doesn’t act TOOdifferently from how she mght otherwise, but she acts a lot like herrobot son Android 16, whose core personality was her biological son;she gets a little more open, more expressive, and she doesn’t seemso closed off.

Mama Defleini: Ingeneral she affects an air of genteel cheeriness; there’s not a lotof interplay between her moods of ‘not super happy’ and‘genuinely super happy’. When she’s sincerely happy, though,she gets very warm and easy going, and parts of her body becoming abit more ink-goo than normal. She literally loosens up!

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