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gloriaglorheart · 4 months ago

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I wanna hear others thoughts on this Who is your Summoner's cannon love interest(s) and why!! And if they were instead ship with one of the other sorcerers, how would that ship go and why wouldn't it work? Here is mine:

Alpheratz- Gloria has a horrible tendency to over work herself, to push herself really hard, and to put so much on her that she could even freeze up. When it comes to Alphy, we have already seen how when Summoner needs comfort in game, or even risk of hurting even from something like a trip, he is there. Glory needs someone who can recognize certain things and instantly go into "protect" mindset, and Alpheratz is willing to do that despite how lazy he is lmao! Both of them have family issues and seem to sometime struggle with similar things that honestly would make Glory feel a lot more comfortable with herself around him and allowing her to be herself around the others. Heck Alpheratz has been shown to open up about his problems even to Summoner in the game, and Glory is always wanting to make sure the Sorcerers are ok, especially if she's close to them. It feels more sense that my sona gets with Alpheratz besides the fact I have a thing for him XD

Spica- I feel like he would have been attracted to Gloria's elegant side and her wanting to point out when he's in the wrong. Reason? He was raised with manners, so maybe seeing someone with manners makes him respect them a bit, considering the options in game that raise his affection seem to be very polite in manner. With the speaking up, I like to imagine that a lot of people probably would just nod along to Spica and what he says, especially fellow women in the game that may have crushes on him. Sure, the others do speak up in the game to some things he says, but they don't really tell him why what he said is uncalled for. Besides that, I feel like him and Gloria would fight a lot if they were together... Spica seems to put a lot of expectations onto Summoner, and Gloria struggles with expectations her whole life. When it comes to Contell classes, Gloria would also be struggling a lot for that due to her dyslexia, and it'll be hard for her to speak up. Even tho the fault could be placed on Gloria for not being able to bring up she has a learning disability, Spica and Gloria would probably slowly get into fights over her academic studies. In short, the expectations will be a lot on Gloria that she could break from it.

Pollux- They slowly do become close due to their love for plushies and toys! If they were together, it would probably feel like Glory is a mom and he is her son I feel, which is something she wouldn't like to feel in a relationship. It's not Pollux's fault, it's just he can be immature for his age, makes sense since he is the youngest. Besides that, the other thing stopping feelings here is the fact Pollux feels too much like a little brother to Gloria, and Glory feels more like a big sister to Pollux.

Arcturus- Gloria does slowly feel comfortable with Arcturus, he saved her life, and she was willing to try and save him the instant something bad happened to him (ignoring that in my rewrite, she kicked him in the shins or gut for self-defense lmao). I can see Arcky helping Gloria make things in the kitchen that she wanted to try. Being someone who will let her cry when she needs to and will take Gloria with her into the green house to help with his vegetable garden he has. The only issue I feel like I can see is Arcky doesn't have that much of a backbone. Like... AT ALL! He sometimes is walked all over, he is also scattered brained, and sometimes jumps to conclusions. This would be very tiring on Gloria since she also sometimes struggles with those things, so she needs someone who can be firm in telling her what's what. This results in Arcky feeling more like her older brother than anything. So sorry my citrus boy

Vega- I have gone on many times in the discord server on the issues with a ship of Gloria and Vega. I can see the two getting along when it comes to blades and swords, heck even sparing in sword fighting together! With them being childhood friends, I do seem them still talking about things they were into as kids and still love to this day! However, then thing that would be a massive issue is how damn protective he is. To me, it comes across as overbearing. Gloria, besides having dealt with years and years of expectations, some of those were also the expectation that she is super weak and is innocent and pure. She had dealt with years being treated like a baby when she was more than capable of doing things for herself, or even more capable of protecting herself better than the people treating her like she can't. Vega's protectiveness would be too much on Glory that she would feel isolated and trapped by him. It's not his fault, he just doesn't want to lose someone important to him again. But to Glory, she isn't like who she was as a kid anymore, so she struggles with Vega basically being like a helicopter parent with her. In the end, regardless of how Vega would feel, Glory would probably only see him as a brother due to his, apart from probably seeing him like one back when they were kids.

Sirius- Considering how I joke with my cousin Casper on how he has red tinted glasses since he can't see the red flags of Sirius.... Anyways, Somehow, to EVERYONE'S surprise, I feel like Glory can actually be friends a bit with Sirius at some point. In my rewrite, I have been changing how he slowly becomes more considerate of Glory of her personal space and preferences of being touched. So, when he is being respectful, I imagine both of them love talking about theater a lot, since Gloria did a little orchestra, band, choir, and even drama back in school. Heck she may even sometimes go to Sirius's performances just cause theater! The two may also occasionally get together to do each other's nails, and hair. I feel like Sirius would do a good job helping Gloria learn how to apply make-up that suits her better. The things stopping this ship would be, his over top flirty and suspicion behavior, AND what he does later one that basically would break Gloria's trust in him, resulting in her wanting to attack him any chance she could get.

So yeah, those are my two cents

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight au #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight mc #arcana twilight summoner #artw #arcanatwilight #arcana twilight nation #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight arcky #arcana twilight sirius

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shizuedayo · 1 year ago

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Random Thought

We repeatedly saw "Seele" trying to impersonate Seele, but never have we seen Seele impersonate "Seele"...

It would be fun to see them impersonate each other as a prank during April Fool's It would probably be something like this: --5 days before April Fools--

"Seele": "Hey Seele, are you planning something for April Fools?" Seele shakes her head Seele: "Nope, why the question?" "Seele": "I saw the Twins buy balloons and paint the other day, probably to make paint balloons and throw it to everyone's faces, and I think that dumb bird's planning something... scammy." Seele: "I can see the professors and the staff having a hard time cleaning the mess..." Seele mumbled, already imagining the paint-splattered walls the twins would bring upon them that day, and the angry screams of a certain lobster-head "Seele": "So why not join them? Since there's going to be chaos and all of us would be inevitably affected. Besides, it's been a while ever since we did something together." Seele fell into deep thought In one hand, she believes that they shouldn't contribute to the chaos considering that everyone (well, except the perpetrators) would have a hard time dealing with it afterwards, on the other hand though... "Seele" is right. It's really been a while ever since they did something together. The two of them are always busy training, completing missions, and helping those in need. There are even days where the only moments they see each other is at the start and at the end of the day. Hmmmm... I think this would be a nice change of pace. Besides, seeing "Seele" be excited on doing something is quite rare. Even if it's meant to cause more chaos...

So.... Seele eventually agreed. Seele: "Sure, it's really been a while ever since we did something together, that day is also a weekend so we have the day to ourselves. The question though... What should we do that day?" The two of them fell into silence "Seele": "Swap canned foods for expired ones?" Seele: "NO! We don't want people to get food poisoning and get hospitalized just for a simple prank..." "Seele": "How about stealing lobster-head's latest invention and go guns ablazing?" Seele: " 'Seele'... We're gonna cause property damage if we do that... Preferably something harmless, please."

Harmless... something... harmless... hm? This can do. "Seele": "How about you act like me and I'll act like you for a day? It's something only we can do and it won't hurt anyone, right?" Besides, I wanna see how you would impersonate me hm~ Seele: "Ah, like that one time you-" "Seele": "Ahem. We don't need to bring up the past." Seele: "Sure, we can do that, but 'Seele'..." "Seele": "What? Don't tell me we can't do this too?" Seele: "Nono, it's just that... are you fine with this?" "Seele": "Well, do you have any other ideas?" Seele: "...Okay then. But I have to prepare, I don't really have any experience acting as you like you do." "Seele": "I'm sure you'd do fine" And indeed she did. Too perfectly may I add. too lazy to write more since I have to draw but basically During the 5 days of preparation, Seele keeps staring and taking notes of "Seele's" habits (much to "Seele's" embarrassment). Being the hardworking girl she is, she also researched about how to act www All in all, she's taking this way too seriously wwwwwwww Then when the big day came, Seele acted as her other self so well and so perfectly to the point her other self had existential crisis :"DDD

Heck her performance was so stellar to the point that when Seele was offered spicy food she ate it like no problem, maintaining her act flawlessly (even complaining it's not spicy enough for her taste), while "Seele's" struggling to eat sweet foods, her facade slipping from time to time wwww Bronya even believed the two's prank (although she had some suspicions of "Seele" (who is impersonating Seele) because she's acting weirdly www). But Bronya for sure didn't even doubt Seele's "Seele" act www In the end, "Seele" herself stopped the whole prank because she died a thousand times internally when she witnessed Seele's "Seele" tsundere act :"DDDD "Seele" asked how tf did she manage to do it so perfectly and Seele listed three reasons: 1. The both of them know each other for a long time; 2. She researched a LOT so she won't embarrass "Seele" (though it had the opposite effect); and 3. She took pointers from Senti xD The last point basically gave "Seele" a target to take out her embarrassment but then she would be bullied by Senti and her mind-reading teasings wwwwwwwww

#seele vollerei #seele #honkai impact #LOOK #I CAN WRITE FLUFF TOO #I'll probably draw this for April Fools next year w #let's see wwww #Total Seele count: 52.

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rutilefearless · 2 years ago

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MAMA MO - AOT X FILIPINA!!READER

Lol sorry I got bored and had nothing to do so hear are hcs of your fav characters and you as a Filipino.

Warning!! - none just...you being a Filipina a$$hole just small swear words.

Imagine you fell from the sky and safely on the ground just to find out you're in your fav anime...wow... it's unbelievably dumb...but it's cool tho

Bi1tch if you ever meet the 104 cadets you're probably the black sheep like who the hecks leaves their shoes outside the dorms??? Who the heck drinks coffee at 3 in the afternoon and say "it's cold" while the others sweat their sh1t.

You're probably one of those a-hole that would go like:

"It's nice up here."

"Ha?"

"I said it's nice up here."

"Ha?"

"HAKDOGGG B1TCH GOD GAVE YOU EARS USE IT ARE YOU DUMB OR SOME SH1T, DA FUQ???"

I'm sorry...that's Filipino culture.

If both Eren and Jean p1sses you off you'd probably take your shoe/sandals off and throw it straight at their faces

There is never a time you didn't swear in Filipino

"PUTANGINAAAAA"

(Your mom's a b-)

"Gagong toh (this idiot) CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BUSY??!!"

"AY PISTI! (pest) YOU SCARED ME SH1THEAD"

"Abay YAWA TANGINA ANAK NG PUTA GAGO KA PALA POTRES KANG BOBO MO ULOLL HAHAH."

( "fuckkkk mothrrfucker you son of a bitch damn idiot hahahahaaa.")

They don't understand you but they sure do know you're not happy

Yes you speak in Filipino sometimes like:

"TANGINA- histo- Krista pwede manligaw?"

(motherfu- histo- Krista can I be yours?)

You're probably with the gay squad...you guys know who right?

You're always speaking in Filipino when you're insulting someone or just looking for hot characters

The most Filipino thing you did was rap your anger when trost fell and half of your circle almost got killed.

They didn't understand you but hey atleast they knew you were worried

Levi probably thinks your weird as fuq like what kind of alien Language are you even talking?

Hange...we all know her... she'd flaunt about your talent of learning a language and would not stop asking questions here and there oh my goodness just answer her questions.

"How did you learn that?"

"Where did you come from?"

"Perhaps you belong somewhere outside?"

"What food do you eat?"

Food Hange....food

Erwin...yea...the shock on his face when you shouted in Filipino after you hit your elbows in the library you were like "AY YAWA!" he just looked down on his work but he has no idea what that meant

Honestly there was never a time you ate without carbs, like even in dinner we all know bread and potatoes are near and you just finish it like Sasha, the only thing is that you won't stop searching for is rice yes rice. You even asked the others what's for food and when they say soup you'd whine cause it's not rice

You didn't even finish your meat cause you were busy with potatoes and rice

The time you saw a literal titan during the fall of trost you said something in Filipino.

"Hey Connie!!!"

"What!!???"

"Wanna know who those thingies are??!!!"

"They're called Titans dumbass and what is it??!!!

"Mama mo!!" (Your mom)

The poor guy didn't understand and just went "HAHH??!!" "HAKDOG BOBO MO PALA" (hakdog your an idiot)

You probably said Filipino slangs like high-five is " apir" but in English it's "up here"

Adobo...that will never disappear, there are times you get bored and ask Sasha to haunt for a chicken cause you were too lazy to do it and sneaked out.

Don't worry the ingredients were complete so the adobo making was a success, everybody loved it since the taste was so unique and it had more seasonings than the usual soup. They should hire you as cook

That time Annie became a titan and was trapped in the titan forest. It was so tense no soldier couldn't breathe seeing the female Titan before them trapped but has a possibility of escaping and you just shouted "Hi! Chicks!!"

They just stared at you like a damn walking piece of shit 💀

But it actually changed cause the titan reacted, why? Cause you always call her that

Miss gurlll panicked 😭

Anyways that's all for today u want p.2?? Don't worry I've got class for the next five days 👌

Byeee

#aot headcanons #aot x reader #aot x Filipino reader #levi attack on titan #aot hange #erwin aot #aot #snk

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sidekey-the-cynical · 7 months ago

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I haven't been drawing much

I'd hope I would've done more than what I've done in the last few weeks, months, heck YEARS. I'm an artist by heart, but when it mattered most I choked. I was an animation and illustration student. Until I failed a mid program review;

Now I'm just second rate; BFA > BA

Well Alright Fine, people tell me not to be so pessimistic, especially while I disparage my art, but things just haven't felt same since then. It's been nearly 1 year and half by now. Can't Let go.

What do you even do as a "Design Studies" major focused in Animation and Illustration anyways— Half ass animation and half ass design at the same time?

I'd been meaning to post consistently on here and there; somewhere you know. Just to have something out there.

I might as well post some art if I'm gunna type for a while. I usually just sulk about art whenever I talk about art nowadays. I like art, I'm sure all artists who hate art do. We're burnt out? We're lazy? We're just jealous of other people's art?

I don't wanna blame adhd when I'm not even diagnosed, so {"everything I think makes me a terrible person"} it is—

I wish I could've kept up with myself during college, things could be so much better off if I had just tried harder and believed that I could do it. Just one step at a time. But I couldn't do it, the way it is simply is that my art is mid. OK FINE. I just can't make good art fast enough to compete.

My art being bad isn't why I am met with failure. My undiagnosed and unmedicated adhd isn't it either. I know exactly what my failure point is the more I look back..

I am insecure.

That is what's been stopping my hand. That's why it physically hurts to draw now. It's all in my head, that is why I am so stiff on the line art and so tense at the brush. Grant it, might be a product of the shame from adhd and previous failures. Might be the pressure to do well and compete with my peers. Might just be because I'm lazy, or maybe at my core I don't wanna do art as a job?

Doesn't that just sound so pathetic? "If you really were passionate, you wouldn't give up so easily would you?" Not that anyone has said that to me, directly.

Honestly I just thought it was cool to ignore all the quarantine mental health tips during covid times.

Yeah I probably should've exercised more and kept busy then, but I really just slept and watched anime all day and almost failed high school. I was simply too cool to be taking care of myself, so now I suck at being a good student cause honestly, I'm a bit too cool to start taking care of myself aren't I?

No one's perfect, might as well cut my losses and stop being so "cool". I got some work to do before I end up being more of a perma-burnt out failed artist.

God I hate that I know in like 5 years I'm gunna read this and hate my trying too hard to be self aware self. I can't believe it was worse when I was younger. And I'm probably not even that self aware anyways.

I wonder if I'm still good at art. All these example I posted are from about 2 years about when I was still in my old major. I couldn't do this daily for my sketchbooks cause I couldn't even do my sketchbook daily. Bad time management and all. Paralyzed by fear of failure, I couldn't finish work sometimes. It's embarrassing, I wanted to go into art, why couldn't I want it as strongly now that I have to do it for college?

I wonder if after so long now I'm a bit worse. Of course I doodle here and there, but I think I have to have gotten worse now that I'm out of practice. My new major uses all the fundamentals of my old majors, so now all I have left is history classes and not much practicing drawing or animating.

So that's why...

I'd hope I would've done more than what I've done in the last few weeks.

I had all the time, but I'm burnt out since for years now. I'm gunna try to fix this, trust me— Someone trust me, I can fix this right?

#art block #art struggles

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missuga · 3 years ago

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Roadtrip pt.1 — Kirishima Eijirou

Summary: You and Kirishima go on a spur of the moment road trip. Almost everything goes wrong, from leaving your aux cord at home, to dropping your phone in a convenience store bathroom garbage, to losing the address for the hotel planned for the night. You end up having to stay in a tiny motel with just a twin bed.

Content Warnings & wc: aged up, college au. fluff, not really any warnings, unedited | 2.1k

Note from Em: I remember writing this when I was wine drunk last year and I wanted to do a serious of roadtrip fics, repost from old blog! I didn’t really change much other than take bakugo’s fic out of the post bc I'm incredibly lazy my writing style is different now sooo enjoy old em’s writing!

Implied Female Reader — 18+ only | sfw

This was turning out to be almost a perfect disaster. Nearly everything that had been planned before leaving had failed. Even though you planned only about three things in total. You were thinking maybe you should’ve spent more time on what exactly you and Kirishima were going to do. And where you were going.

Kirishima insisted on driving, so he let you play what ever music you wanted. The first hour spent the two of you only talked, it was too early for music anyway. But by the time you pulled your phone out to put music on, you were too far to turn back to get your forgotten aux cord. Kirishima just laughed at the loud groan you let out once you realized that you couldn’t connect your phone to the speakers.

“Hey, it’s all good, we can just listen to the radio.” He said. You supposed that would have to be good enough. When he reached over to turn the power knob and it came off in his hand, it became aware to you that this trip was not starting out on a good track.

“Well that sucks.” You said, staring at the knob. Kirishima laughed again at your words. “Thanks for breaking my car.”

“Woah, not my fault. This car is older than my mother, I think. I’m surprised it hasn’t turned to dust yet.” He said back, tossing the knob at you.

“It was either my take my parents offer of letting us take this, or Kaminari’s car. Which I am fairly certain there is animals living under the junk in the back.” You definitely didn’t want to take the chance on the latter option.

“You might be right actually; I didn’t think about that.” Kirishima said grimacing slightly.

The second thing you had planned was to stop and get coffee at a small café. Thing is, you had been looking for a few hours. You thought you had found a couple, but when Kirishima pulled the car up to the front, they were either closed or literally abandoned. One ended up being a front for a speakeasy.

“I don’t think we’re gonna find a café.” Kirishima said after the fourth one was a bust. You sat in the parking lot still, trying to figure out where to go next.

“I think you might be right.” You groaned. Kirishima yawned and stretched his arms out in front of him. He had been driving for a while now, he looked like he could use some caffeine. “Do you just wanna go to a convenience store or something? Grab a couple energy drinks and some snacks?”

“Heck yeah I do. I love road trip snacks.” He grinned and started the car again. Thankfully there was a small shop quite close to the last café you were at.

You split up once you went in, making a beeline straight to the restroom. It was probably a good idea to go to the bathroom now that you were here. It was a terribly gross restroom; the stall doors didn’t even shut all the way. You rushed yourself wanting to get out of it quickly. When you were finished washing your hands, you went to throw out the paper you dried your hands on but dropped your phone in the garbage instead. Just your luck.

Carefully you fished it out trying not to touch the insides of the can. At least you had hand sanitizer on you. You doused your phone in it, hoping to rub away all the nasty stuff it had touched in the garbage. After a lot longer than you had wanted to spend in the restroom you pushed the door open with your foot.

“I was wondering when you were gonna come out.” Kirishima said. He was leaning against the door frame. “I was gonna get together a search party for you in a minute, I thought you had gone missing.”

“Oh, ha ha. It was nasty in there and I dropped my phone in the garbage because I was rushing.” You said holding up your phone to show him, laughing as he feigned a look of disgust.

“Ew, get that away from me.” Kirishima said distancing himself from you slightly as he glanced at you phone.

“Shut up. Did you at least get anything good with the abundance of time on your hands?” You glanced at the basket in his hands, it was piled full of random stuff.

“Obviously, you’re talking to a road trip master.” He nodded completely serious and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Oh right, I completely forgot.”

Kirishima had picked up an aux cord when he was paying at the store. You were so excited when he showed you; you made a playlist for the road trip and you wanted to listen to it. The next few hours consisted of driving on the same road, eating the occasional snacks and the two of you jamming out to music from middle school.

It was so fun being able to spend some time with Kirishima with nothing else to worry about. Except for all the little things that kept going wrong. After playing music from your phone the past few hours it had dropped charge very fast. It wouldn’t have been that big of a deal if it didn’t have the address of the hotel you two were supposed to stay at.

“Kiri, do you have a phone car charger?” You asked staring at the now dead phone. It had been through so much today.

“Ahhhh, shit no I don’t. Check the glove box, maybe your parents had one in it?” He asked glancing at the compartment. You already knew they didn’t keep anything good in the old car but you gave it a shot anyways.

Luck was not on your side again though; the glove box was empty. It fell open with a soft thud.

“Wonderful.” You said nearly facepalming. You hadn’t brought yours because the you guys thought you’d be at the hotel way earlier than now. “We need maps for the hotel.”

“You can use mine!” Kirishima said handing you his phone. “Mine is charged enough.” You couldn’t help but laughslightly at his background. It was him standing with a cardboard cut out of Crimson Riot, a huge smile on his face.

“Cute background.” You said nudging his arm and blush broke out on his face when he realized what you meant.

“The cut out was so cool! How could I not snag a pic with it?” His blush only deepened as he explained himself, it was adorable. You just shook your head and turned back to the phone, opening the maps app.

“I don’t remember the address.” You mumbled after a minute of staring at the search bar, you never thought to write it down just in case.

“I don’t think I ever even looked at it.” He said rubbing the back of his neck with one of his hands almost in defeat.

“I feel bad you’ve been driving literally all day. I could’ve at least remembered the address of our hotel.” You said rubbing your hands over your eyes. “Are you tired?”

“Yeah, a little. But I can keep driving, we’ve got to be at least close to another hotel?” Kirishima said quickly flashing you a smile. It was getting late now and for all you knew the place you booked could be hours away.

“Give me one sec, I’ll look something up.” You said and after a minute you found a motel near by on the road you were driving. “I found a plan b, but it’s no five-star hotel.”

“You’ll be there, so it sounds like heaven to me.” He said a cheeky grin resting on his face now,, and you were a little thankful for how he always seemed to lighten the mood. “Let’s settle there for the night, we both could use some sleep.”

The old man at the check in counter looked bored, annoyed once he saw you walk in. It was a small motel, maybe ten rooms at max. The lobby was even tinier, just a chair in the corner and a couple fake plants on the table next to it.

“Can I help you?” The man said gruffly. The name on his badge was smeared, you couldn’t read it.

You stood behind Kirishima, holding your bag over your shoulder. He walked up to the counter and smiled hesitantly. “Yeah, um do you have any rooms available?”

The man stared at him for what seemed like a whole minute. “Don’t know.”

Kirishima looked back at you with wide eyes. You shrugged your shoulders almost amused at the mans behavior.

“Can you, check maybe? We’re sorry it’s just been a long day and we’re tired.”

“Yeah, whatever. Give me a second.” The old man grunted and looked down at the book in front of him. It sounded like he tried to clear his throat but then it turned into a coughing fit. Kirishima looked at you again in disbelief and it took everything in you not to laugh. The man hit his chest a few times and stopped coughing, looking up. “Room two’s free.”

“Great! We’ll take it.” You said quickly, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. You hadn’t even thought to ask about the room, desperate to leave the lobby.

Once you got to the room and set your stuff down, the exhaustion of the day hit you. You could only imagine how Kirishima felt after driving all day. The room was very small, with one bed, a chair and table, and an old box tv sitting on a bookshelf. It wasn’t much but it was perfect for the night, until you noticed the bed was a twin bed. Shit.

“Kiri.” You said, after he came out of the bathroom. “Look at the bed.”

“Is something wrong with it? Does it have bugs or something!” He asked without even looking at it.

“No, you dummy, just look.” You couldn’t help but laugh at how his mind started to run.

He turned to look, and you saw him realize what you meant. “That is a small bed.”

“Yup.” You responded slipping off your shoes, any energy you would’ve had to worry about it was gone now.

“I’ll go see if there’s a cot or something. You take the bed.” Kirishima said heading for the door. “I don’t even know if I’ll fit on it.”

You grabbed his arm to stop him, you didn’t want another experience with the old man up front. “We’ll just have to make us fit on it.”

He grinned and turned to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. It was comforting after the long day you had. “I’ve been dying to do this all day. But you know kissing and driving isn’t safe.”

He placed a quick kiss to your lips, but you pulled him back in deepening it. You both pulled away after a minute and Kirishima let out a huge yawn.

“Let’s go to sleep, we can start over tomorrow.”

“Good idea.” He nodded moving to the bed. You weren’t sure how but Kirishima fit on it, with the perfect amount of room for you. “Looks like you get to sleep on me tonight, Y/n. How lucky.”

“I’m starting to think you maybe planned this, Kiri. You look a little too excited.” You teased and sat on the edge of the bed and he wasted no time in pulling you close to him, ignoring what you said. “You’re comfy.”

“So are you.” Kirishima grinned and tightened his arms around you. “You got your phone charging? We don’t want a repeat of tonight, not that I’m really complaining. I get to hold you all night.”

“Yup, first thing I did.” You said. His hands moved to your hair and started to play with it mindlessly. Even if he didn’t notice, it was putting you to sleep. Unknowingly you let out a soft sigh at the feeling. .

“Oh, you like that?” He asked and you could hear the smile in his voice. His arms around you were so warm even under the thin blanket. “Maybe if the bed was a little bigger we could’ve gotten even closer.”

“Don’t tempt me” You said snuggling further into him. “You’re tired, get some rest and who knows maybe tomorrow the bed will be bigger.”

“I hope so.” He laughed and you could feel the vibrations rattling his chest. “Even though a lot of stuff went sideways today, I don’t think we could’ve planned something more perfect.”

“Me either. Now shush, pillows don’t talk.” You mumbled, barely able to fight sleep anymore. He was right though, it was a lot better than you’d been expecting after everything that happened.

“Okay, okay. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Kiri.”

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bisexual-bitch-blogs · 4 years ago

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Hello! I just scrolled down your blog and I just wanna say I really like your writing 😌 yes sub genshin char 🥺 can I request diluc with dom gn reader? With orgasm denial and overstimulation please if you don't mind, I just can't get crying diluc out of my head because of one nsfw drawing that I found 😔 thank you! Have a nice day/night ❤

No probs! Thank you 🥺🥰��💘 Don't be shy and send the nsfw drawing🤡 I hope this satisfies your thirst! And I hope tumblr doesn't bonk me for showing Dulic's tits 😳👀

@dainsleifs-vibrator

"Needy Baby"

NSFW! Sub Diluc X Dom GN Reader

Okay I was stuck writing halfway but the songs that was chilling in my "sexy👅💦time" came on and got me ideas

POV Diluc is h o r n y 👁👄👁 and Reader teases the shit out of him

Includes: orgasm denial, overstimulation, pegging, soft degradation, slight impact play

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In a mansion, devoid of workers and maids was a beautiful crimson haired male named Diluc, who sat on a chair with his legs spread wide open, clothes disheveled.

His pale porcelain skin with a slim, athletic build could make anyone fall in love with him. Heck even those who don't chase men would jog a little to get into his pants. But he doesn't want them. He wants you. He needs you.

Yet why the hell were you taking so long to get to his place? Normally it takes you 20 minutes. Did you have a run in with some monsters? Can't be. Your way too strong to get cockblocked.

Moving his hand up and down on his rigid member, slowly. He moves his free hand to play around with his puckered entrance. Poking and prodding, the crimsoned haired shoved in a finger before adding more.

"Mmmnnahhh! Aaah! Ngggh!"

Each minute, he went faster and got more frustrated, calling out your name. You still weren't here. His hands were getting tired and sore.

Focusing on the fingers inside him, he let go of his member and snatched some lube to pour into his gaping hole.

No matter how fast and hard he went. He couldn't cum without your cock in him. Diluc's red eyes went hazy, tears gathered up in his eyes before falling down his face.

He tried to remember what you did to him but couldn't. Your hands, hips and cock worked like magic.

"Awwww I was quite enjoying the show. Why'd you stop? Did you miss my cock fucking you through the sheets?"

He was exasperated. There you were sitting on his bed with a lazy grin. You just watched him go through misery? For how long?? When? How? What???

" If you want me inside you. Continue what you were doing while I get ready. "

You got off the bed and walk a few steps away, your eyes still on the pyro user while you toss away your clothes.

Diluc walks towards his bed with his legs, numb from being in the same position for too long. He dipped his face onto multiple pillows and stuck his ass up in the air, opening his legs showing his hole dripping of lube. The red head seductively trails his hands from his inner thighs to his butt. Then spreads his ass apart, showing the throbbing entrance.

Licking his lips, he lets go. With 2 fingers he thrust his digits into his entrance.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Ready, you climb over him, your cock rested on rear end of his back. He anticipated your member to enter him but instead met with your fingers instead. It was good and all but he's sick of hands right now.

He whined, turning around to face you. Immediately, your lips locked with his. It tasted like...jam.

Breaking off the kiss. Your digits moved erratically inside him, hitting Diluc's g spot everytime. He felt a tight knot tightening near his stomach but then your fingers stopped moving. You smiled.

His cries, hysterically. Throwing a tantrum.

"I wanna cum! I wanna cum! Please let me cum, master!! I want you to fuck me silly-"

Ignoring his whining, you rolled him over onto his back, shoving your cock into him in one go.

"Ngggaaahhh! Yes yes yes-!"

With hard, deep fast thrust the crimson haired male could feel the familar knot in his stomach again. You smiled.

"Nope~!"

Just as he was about to release. You stopped moving again, snickering. Diluc sobbed, tears flowed down his face like a dam. He couldn't think. He was so sexually frustrated and your just laughing.

"Hahaha! Fine fine. However...... There's nobody here, little Phoenix. Why don't you scream for me? Let the whole Teyvat know how much my dick pleases you. "

You moved at a moderate pace, sliding in and out of his warm wet walls. His knot was quick to form when he finally came.

"AAUGGHH!"

Suddenly, you cross his leg over the other and thrusted into him at inhuman speed. This position hit wonders in his stomach. You yelled, slapping his thigh.

! SMACK !

"What are you?!"

He gasped, trying to breathe but kept losing air due to your harsh thrust.

"A c-cum dump! Ugnnh!"

You slap his thigh once more.

! SMACK !

"Who's!!??"

Panting, he responds louder.

"I'M MASTER'S CUM DUMP!!"

At the end of his sentence, you sent a harsh thrust at his prostate.

"NGGAUGH!"

He released but you weren't done with him. Keeping your vigorous pace, Diluc's eyes rolled to the back, mouth agape, tongue hanging out with drool.

You pinched his nipples, hoping to bring back from the land of pleasure but instead the red head's body trembles, his hole clenched around your cock. You thought he came again but nothing came out.

A dry orgasm.

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So reading every nsfw writings I had. Safe to say I lost brain cells over them and can't comprehend what I just read 😶

#genshin impact #genshin+impact+x+reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #diluc x reader #genshin diluc

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wowsoboring · 4 years ago

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Deconstructing Baseless Harry Potter Arguments#2 (i) : Harmione Edition

Obviously I once again do not mean to target all Harmione shippers. I know quite a few who're very good human beings and tolerant and accepting above all. However these aren't. In this case, you might sense quite a bit of levelheadedness in the beginning, however you must not be fooled as it goes south and takes a nasty turn very quickly. Don't get your hopes up, this is some of the worst shit I've ever seen, especially the way in which it progresses through its course. Naturally, for this post I have picked my own style of writing which will match that of those redditors. Reddit is the perfect breeding ground for all these weird cults, honestly. I shall be resorting to a formal language and style of conversation, very much like a debater would to sound as pretentious as these do. These posts are found on the instagram handle toxicharmonyshippers who gather such toxic musings and sayings for Harmione shippers while respecting the ones that are nice.

Oh yes, let's use words like 'vehemently' to sound smart, why not? Of course, this little tidbit of the highly stupendous post seems more or less civil at the start. They also have the common decency to say "some Romione shippers" rather than generalizing all of us. Very nice of you, how very saint like. Let's wait till they drop the act and show us their true colors. Harkening back to the argument, I have but one question for you, "where do you find these people?". Where's the proof? Who are these radical Romione shippers who worship Ron and dislike Hermione? I haven't seen any such shippers and I am surrounded by Romione shippers on tumblr, instagram and fan fiction sites as well and haven't met the people you speak of. Some point out her flaws, yes, but no one hates her or dislikes her that much. I have seen two or three Romione shippers across hundreds and thousands who're skeptical of Hermione's perfection. Skeptical. Not hating, disliking, or anything. Of course, unlike this person, I have evidence: find these pi charts for your referral (clickable): https://imgur.com/a/QfPnQbB

you can, through these, see the amount of Hermione bashing across Harry Potter fanfiction and you can see that even in Romione fanfiction there's more Ron bashing. Hermione-bashing is a non-issue. That's what it is. Regarding the "nagging" statement, where's the lie in that? "Annoying" is somewhat subjective, I personally don't find her annoying at all. Who are these people and how often do you find them? "Mary Sue" is only reserved for Movie!Hermione. I have only seen book fans call her that. No one has ever called Book!Hermione Mary Sue. The movie does paint her as a flawless, all-rounder who's also drop-dead gorgeous. Only things she's bad at are flying and divination, all of which she denounces as useless, even though flying is like biking for wizards, divination, sure, not that important. with a teacher like Trelawney, even I would denounce it as hokum.

Remember what I said about waiting for them to show us their true colors, well here they are. Bask in the glory of their senseless arguments. Why, I am from reddit, heck I have 25 thousand karma points on there, I just left because it was too stupid for me but I can argue like them very well. And in this case I would like to say that these people are under the impression that Ron is just there in the story for the sake of existence. And he doesn't work hard. That argument is of course, wrong. Because Ron (in no particular order):

1) fights a troll when he's 11

2) is willing to sacrifice himself when he's 11

3) stands up for his friends

4) makes sure Harry feels like he belongs in the family

5) worries about Harry and rescues him from literal jail

6) stands up against Draco rather than by-standing and enabling his behavior

7) tries his level best to make sure Norbert the dragon is in safe hands and carries it out, albeit not in perfection

8) is with Harry every step of the way in his confronting the basilisk

9) sends Harry and Hermione long letters and calls them often to check up on them

10) stands up on a bitten leg to defend his best friend

11) always apologizes for any of his mistakes and is forgiving when others wrong him

12) works his way to join the Quidditch team unlike Draco who most certainly bought his way in

13) destroys at least 2 horcruxes

14) finds out how to defeat a horcrux

15) has an excellent enough memory and observation to notice Harry speaking parseltongue and also using it to his benefit which proves he's resourceful

now since I have 8 more such pictures to rebut and I do have a life, I will stop. These aren't even a twelfth of the remarkable things Ron has done though, so rest assured.

oh wait what did you say about him just existing and not working for anything? If I recall correctly, he did just as well as Harry did in school and didn't score well only in subjects he didn't care about. Which is true for most people except for Hermione who has an eidetic memory which not everyone has, understandably. Rote memorization is not the best way to get by in life, by the way.

what are the "so many reasons" behind why Harry is the best fit for Hermione? Kindly share so I can rebut those too, I'm rather free nowadays, my finals have been cancelled. You say there are so many reasons but don't even give one, yet you want me to take you seriously. I'm afraid that's impossible.

Romione shipper here, i don't dislike Hermione. I haven't met or seen many people in the book!romione fandom who dislike Hermione (except for Movie!Hermione). The question of someone you like ending up with someone you dislike doesn't particularly make sense. In Friends, Chandler ends up with Monica: now I'm not the biggest Monica fan (I don't hate her but I don't like her very much either) but they are my favorite couple because they make sense. It's about compatibility and character traits, not liking or disliking because that's just a set-up for a ghastly invitation for people to pair up hideousness. "Oh yeah, I like Harry and I also like Hagrid, they should be together. I mean it would be very very disgusting but that's my logic, now, you can't fight it. "- that's how you sound. Please read what you write. Your logic is just...abysmal. That's all I can say without breaking my resolve and berating you with colorful profanities.

This is without the doubt, the easiest one to rebut. It's a delight to see such terrible arguments at my disposal. Come on, dear Harmione shippers, write something that makes me question my choices, not things that make me scoff in disbelief.

In this case, you're essentially providing us with theories. Unproved theories and speculation of what you believe because you'd say anything you like. Where's the proof of your theory, though? Where is that crazy radical Romione shipper who does this? Kindly show me these people. Oh yes, you wanna say we objectify Hermione and disrespect her and view her as a prize. This aches me, that you believe this. No one has ever insinuated this, ever, in the history of anything. What is this winner-loser theory? How do you round off Harry Potter to "an alpha-male ends up with lead-lady" trope and still say you're a fan of the series? Harry Potter doesn't fit in with that format. Ron, Hermione and Harry are co-heroes. Similar to how there's no main character in Friends or the Heroes of Olympus series or the Avengers. We're not living in the 80s anymore. Hermione will be a hero, invariably whether she ends up with Harry, Ron or no one. She ends up with Ron and that's it. Talking about her like this doesn't make you sound any better either. Now you're calling me a misogynist because I don't support the ship of two people who describe themselves as siblings. That's very mature of you. Well here's the thing- I'm not a misogynist. It's as simple as that. I believe that women are capable of anything and everything. I believe Hermione is an amazing person and she is a hero and a different person. I believe the series would be impossible without her. I believe she is no one's prize. There's no requirement of a prize. I just think, similar to canon and the truth and her romantic interest, she will have a great relationship with Ron. There's nothing complex or deep about it, really. No personal weird-thing, no psychological complex, no internalized misogyny. There's nothing deeper than what I said. I am not sexist. I am a feminist. I am all for women empowerment. I love women with the fabric of my being. I love Hermione. I think she's amazing. You only become sexist when you ship people with unstable power dynamics, a bully-victim relation or something of the sort. Neither Romione, nor Harmione are sexist. Heck if you paired Neville with Hermione you wouldn't be sexist. And I hate talking about this so much, I can't even tell you. This talk does make it sound like I treat Hermione like an object and I assure you I respect her and I normally won't talk like this unless someone just outright calls me sexist for something that's not sexist. And this is that situation.

in the case of Romione, no one is too good for anyone. Both are amazing people who're heroes and have done amazing work. That's all I have to say. There's no league, they are romantically interested in each other. I have no intention on sounding lame, but, in love there is no league. As long as you're not putting in any effort and are extremely lazy and leech off of your partner, there is no such concept and no, Hermione is not "too good" for him. Unless of course you're talking about movie Hermione, who is too good for anyone.

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oh yes they try to pull this off and wonder why we hate them. Classic. This person likes to sound british, so let's switch up our language, yeah? At least then I won't be out of my element. Let me correct ya, Ron at his best is an amazing, loyal, friendly, brave, strategic hero. There you have it. Ron and 'git' can't be used in the same sentence. Now if you talk about Ron's achievements, I re-iterate you to point two. If it's too much work, here:

1) fights a troll when he's 11

2) is willing to sacrifice himself when he's 11

3) stands up for his friends

4) makes sure Harry feels like he belongs in the family

5) worries about Harry and rescues him from literal jail

6) stands up against Draco rather than by-standing and enabling his behavior

7) tries his level best to make sure Norbert the dragon is in safe hands and carries it out, albeit not in perfection

8) is with Harry every step of the way in his confronting the basilisk

9) sends Harry and Hermione long letters and calls them often to check up on them

10) stands up on a bitten leg to defend his best friend

11) always apologizes for any of his mistakes and is forgiving when others wrong him

12) works his way to join the Quidditch team unlike Draco who most certainly bought his way in

13) destroys at least 2 horcruxes

14) finds out how to defeat a horcrux

15) has an excellent enough memory and observation to notice Harry speaking parseltongue and also using it to his benefit which proves he's resourceful

hey, see, I like Ron and I took the time to copy-paste this instead of asking you to scroll up. And I'm a lot of bad things but I am not lazy. I stick to my deadlines like Hermione. I start my homework in library class and continue it during phys ed the day its given. And I am not exaggerating. Bloody hell, I wish I was. I'm the ceo of deadlines, mate, don't tempt me! So you can see that Ron is much more than just a "nice bloke". And being a "nice bloke" isn't a bad thing either. He's all the things I said: intuitive, strategic, helpful, loyal and on top of that he's also a nice person. Yes, I do see a bit of myself in Ron. I do. I see the insecure side. I waste my time hating myself and criticizing myself and undermining myself, telling me I'm no good. But Ron overcomes that. He inspires me to appreciate myself. Is that a bad thing? Are you going to shame me for having a low self-esteem? Do you want to worsen my low self-esteem and make me feel more like shit?

Now the person who replied to your comment saying, "he isn't a nice bloke most of time.", he is. He is not being nice twice in a span of 7 years. How often do you act rudely or with jealousy? Wasn't Harry yelling at everyone in caps lock in OOTP. Now I don't condemn him for that because he's a fucking hormonal teenager like me and that would make me a hypocrite, but by your logic why don't you condemn him? Or why not condemn Hermione for saying "I only date good Quidditch players" and shoving canaries at Ron's face because someone else kissed him, while she kept using Krum and Cormac to make him jealous. She wasn't being a nice girl, then, was she? Now, once again, i don't dislike her or hold that against her because guess what, mate, I'm a hormonal teenage girl who gets jealous most of the time and would probably react in a similar fashion in the spur of the moment (Not defending her actions here, just putting myself in her shoes.) In short, Ron is a nice bloke MOST OF THE TIME.

It would be misogynistic to think that. The thing is, NO ONE DOES my dear friend! My dear daft friend. I have never heard anyone say that! why are you so hell-bent on portraying us as misogynists when no one ever says that? Stop assuming. Just stop. You are crossing a limit here, aren't you? Yes you are. You cannot say these sort of things. We never said that or believed that, no one ever said this to be a reason to ship Romione. God what is wrong with you? Literally, stop fucking ASSUMING god damn it! Do you want me to assume things about Harmione shippers? Do you want me to go there? Because I will go there! I will go there the moment you tell me to. Just challenge me.

Ron is not a perfect best boi , the reason why so many of us like him is that he's imperfect and tries to become better through the course of time. You are once again assuming and I am once again asking you to stop.

Ron might be an ordinary wizard. He might be poor, sure, but he's a pure-blood and won't face much if he chose not to fight. But he did. He fought. Now I identify with Ron's attitude a fair bit, but I am also likely to spend my day in a library without noticing. People aren't one dimensional. Stop trying to act like you're a psychologist, i know you're not. I don't even think Hermione's overbearing at all! You just insulted someone you're a big fan of. Jesus.

Both Hermione and Ron are strategic, jealous, passionate, feisty, argumentative, intellectual...

that's like 6 similarities. They aren't polar opposites in the slightest. Their differences are just: workaholic, not workaholic. Nerd, not a nerd. Like that's fucking it, man!

being relaxed doesn't make you less independent or driven. A relaxed and levelheaded Hermione will think through things, not be impulsive, not panic etc. She doesn't need Ron. I don't understand your obsession with acting like we ever insinuated that. Then she doesn't need Harry either lol. Stop shipping her with Harry, then or like shut the fuck up. Being a bit relaxed won't stop her or anyone from hitting great strides. Just don't get relaxed to the point you're lazy and casual about everything, that's it.

What do you mean? Ron is balanced. He does finish his work on time. And even if he does procrastinate, she could also help him not and be more driven. Of course, this is an open invitation for you to call me a sexist bitch because I said that she could help him and now you'll think her goal is to help him become better yada yada yada. Fuck off. Defeating the horcrux taught him enough. He respected her. He remembered about the elves when she didn't. He begged to be tortured instead of her. He wouldn't need it because school work and jobs are different and the same person might perceive those differently. Calmness and relaxation doesn't hinder your potential. Not caring and laziness does. You can't function if you work and are stressed 24/7 with zero breaks. Period.

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No i do not want (nor does anyone want) Hermione to become Ron. Being slightly calmer doesn't change up your personality. I'm sure many people dislike those sort of fanfics without a doubt. I hate OOC and I don't want Hermione to lose her intellect with Ron because that makes no sense. Ron himself is intellectual and loves arguing with her. They'd boost each other, more like it.

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okay thats it i am exhausted as fuck. thanks for reading, i appreciate it. notes and reblogs are appreciated, this takes work.

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remmushound · 4 years ago

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“Class is in session!” Young April O’Neil tapped her ruler against the whiteboard.

The minute April had learned that not one of the brothers, not even Donatello, knew how to write in cursive, she had jumped on the opportunity to teach them. Even if she was physically the same age as Raphael (ten at the time), mentally she scored higher than all but Donatello, but then again nobody could score higher than Donatello. Yet here she was, in the teachers spot with Donatello as her student.

“This is lame.” Leonardo groaned, propping his feet up on his desk and leaning so far back in his chair that it almost toppled over.

“No talking in class!” April warned.

“Why?” Leonardo smirked.

“Because I said so.”

Leonardo was silent a moment, but the minute April turned around to write on the whiteboard, his voice started up again.

“What if I have a question?”

“Then you raise your hand.” April answered promptly. Her marker touched the board, then Leonardo spoke again.

“What if I break my arm?”

“Then use your other arm.”

“What if I break both?”

“Oh I’m gonna break them if you don’t stop talking.”

“Understood.” This time, Leonardo really stopped talking.

April cleared her throat. “First off: The cursive alphabet!” She wrote both big and small letters on the board for each letter, “Same as the normal alphabet, but fancy~”

“What the heck happened with G?” Mikey gawked.

“We don’t talk about G.” April said, “Leo are you paying attention?”

“Yaaaawn!” Leonardo gagged.

April huffed and clutched her ruler almost hard enough to break it.

“Um…” Donnie’s eyes were even more squinted than usual and he raised a hand.

“Yes Donnie?”

“Can you write it bigger?”

April frowned. “Raph, how’s it for you?”

Raphael was at the desk next to Donatello and sat up proudly at being addressed. “I can see it just fine, Apes!”

“Me too!” Mikey piped.

“Yaaaaawn.” Leo sighed.

Donatello looked around at his brothers with a frown as he shrunk slightly into his shell to hide his embarrassment.

“That’s okay Don.” April said with a smile, “I can make it a little bit bigger for you.” She did just that, “How’s that?”

Don gave a shy smile. “Better…”

April didn't quite believe him, but didn't want to bring it up. “Hey Mike, do you mind switching seats with Donnie?”

“Nope!”

Mikey took a place in the back row beside Raph while Don took a closer place beside the indifferent Leo.

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“Names!”

April scribbled each turtle's name in their signifying color and pointed to them. “Honestly, this is the most important cursive you’ll ever earn. So you can sign your name and stuff— and no Leo I’m not excluding you from learning it just because you’re tiny mutant turtles living in the sewer!” She tapped the board, “Copy this down on your papers as many times as you can!”

There was the unanimous sounds of chairs adjusting and pens clicking and touching to the paper— three of them. April smiled as she looked out over the ‘students’ but frowned once more when she got to Donnie. The year-younger turtle was squinting at the board and near tears trying to make it out. He made an attempt to copy something down a few times, only to scribble it out seconds later. Then, finally, he got up and walked over to the board instead.

“Uh… can I…?” His nose was practically pressed to the board so he could make out his name, supporting his paper against the wall to scribble a quick draft before returning to his desk and copying the rest of his attempts off of the first attempt.

~~~

When she announced for them to turn their papers in, Mikey was of course the first one in line, bouncing excitedly as he shoved his way to the front and held out his paper to April. April smiled and accepted it, yet Mikey lingered awaiting praise.

His work was surprisingly neat for someone so hyperactive, though big and riddled with far more loops than necessary. Legible, but far from perfection. She smiled down at Mikey and gave the tiny box turtle a pat on the head.

“Great work Mike! Try writing a little smaller next time so you can fit more on the paper!” She drew a smiley face on Mikey’s paper.

Mikey gave an excited squeal and snatched the paper, hugging it tightly to his plastron and churring softly before running off. Then came Raphael. His writing was also big and bold like Michelangelo’s, but without the foundation of neatness that the youngest brother held.

“Good job, Raph! Same thing as Mikey, try to write a liiiiittle smaller. I know it might be difficult since the paper’s tiny compared to you, but you’re doing great!” She gave Raphael a flaming smiley face, and Raphael was content.

Donatello was nervous— nothing unusual. He held his paper out to April and almost winced as if expecting rebuke. April let her eyes linger on the anxious softshell a moment before going down to his paper. His cursive was just as illegible as his print always was— the shape was there and she could see some familiarities in the loops to indicate where each letter was supposed to be, but the letters blended together even more than typical for cursive.

Still, she smiled at Donnie all the same. “See? You did great, Don! I knew you would.” She gave a purple smiley, but frowned as the ink dripped and made it look like the smiley was crying.

Donnie accepted the paper without talking and sulked off. Leonardo was last in line, unusual for someone always so eager to please, with a smug smile as he held out his paper to April.

“I know, I know Keep your praise to yourself. I didn't wanna do it but I pushed through it and mine is no doubt the best. That’s why I saved it for last.”

April narrowed her eyes and saw straight through Leo’s charade of confidence. The writing was big, though not quite as big as Raphael’s or Michelangelo’s. It was clear he had finished his work fast, the paper filled and whatever space left filled with tiny scribbles. At first she smiled when saw how neat the handwork was, a welcome improvement to the flipped letters that usually riddled his print writing, but then when she looked closer at the letters themselves, she noticed something else. Though the letters weren’t flipped, they were distorted— not the kind of distortion that a lazy hand would result in, but each letter was blurred together, some of them with multiple loops where there was only one or none when there was meant to be one. April looked up at Leonardo who concerned eyes, though his look of confidence never faltered.

“Uh. Good work Leo.” She said vaguely, giving him a smiley like she had to everyone else.

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“Are you sure about this…?” Donnie asked nervously.

“Trust me!” April beamed, taping the handles of the glasses to Donnie’s face

Donnie, eyes still closed, still tried to turn to face April’s voice. “Whenever Leo says that it usually ends up failing. Painfully.”

“Well I’m not Leo, so stop moving!” She snapped Donnie’s head back forward so she could finish her work. Once she was sure that they were on securely, she backed away and grinned. “Okay! Open your eyes!”

Donnie opened his eyes. His first reaction was to squint like he always did, but when his eyes were met with detail denied all his life, they shot wide and starstruck. His mouth dropped open, he sucked in a breath, and backed up against a wall as the world spun in its new light.

“Wha…”

April beamed and gave an excited bounce, clapping her hands together. Her face looked unusually empty without her glasses, but she didn't care. She could always get new ones, but Donnie…

“Whoa…” Donnie’s dichromatic eyes flicked to everything in the room in quick succession.

“Donnie are you okay?” Mikey rocked on his toes with his arms folded behind his shell.

“I… everything’s just… it’s like seeing life in HD!” Once the shock left, a smile spread across his face and he couldn’t stop it from claiming his usually shy or disinterested features.

“Woah! I wanna see life in HD!”

Mikey jumped up and snatched the glasses from off of Donnie’s face, shoving them on his own. His eyes and nose immediately scrunched up as he looked through the lenses.

“Ehh… this doesn’t look like HD…”

April laughed and leaned down to boop Mikey’s nose while he blinked away the irritation of the focused lenses. “That’s because your eyes already work, Mikey.”

“Raph’s turn!” Raph stole the glasses from Mikey’s nose, laughing as he put them on his own face. His reaction was similar to Mikey. “Ehhh…. Not for Raph.”

“What about you Leo?” Mikey asked, appealing to the older brother, “Don’t you wanna try them on?”

“What, and look like a four-eyed nerd? No thank you.” Leo scoffed, crossing his arms stubbornly.

“Excuse me?!” April put her hand on her hip and dared Leonardo to repeat himself.

“Ah—“ Leo’s realization seemed to knock him off his confidence, “Not you April—you make them look cool—“

“Just shut up and wear these.”

April shoved the glasses onto Leonardo’s face, and the slider was immediately blinded by how… not blind he was. He let his mouth hang open a moment and sucked in a gasp, looking around with the much the same awe as Donatello had, before shaking his head and taking the glasses off of his face.

“See? Told ya! I don’t need em!”

Despite his words, there was a longing hurt in his eyes as he returned the glasses to Donatello and silently reserved himself so his twin could enjoy the full experience of being able to see a whole new world.

@brightlotusmoon

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ahkaahshi · 4 years ago

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how they handle the wedding planning process [scenarios]

pairings: hirugami sachirou; oikawa tooru; miya osamu x fem reader

genre: fluff, humor

warning(s): two swear words. that’s it, surprisingly enough.

Hirugami is well known for being cool as a cucumber under the most intense of conditions. It’s a skill he's refined over the years, and, boy, does it come in handy during the wedding planning process. If you’re stressed, he’s there to calm you down. If you’re doubting decisions you’ve made about your dress, venue, food, or literally anything else, he’s there to reassure you that right or wrong doesn’t matter, as long as the two of you are happy together and in agreement.

Not only is he a seasoned professional in the arts of remaining calm, but he’s also a skilled crafter. Yes, that’s right. This man will go HAM in the arts and crafts department. Think you need to hire someone to make cute invitations and a table decorations? Think again. Hirugami’s on it, and at only the cost of a few kisses an hour. If he’s workin’ overtime, he might request a lil shoulder rub every now and then, but talk about a good rate! Plus, he does a great job and you know what he makes is special because he put his heart into it.

“How’s it going, Sachirou?” you ask with a gentle sigh as you walk into the living room from the kitchen with a bag of chips in hand.

From where he’s sitting on the floor, focused on his work, he lifts his head and directs a gentle smile your way. “Good. I’m almost done with the invitations now,” he responds and returns to his duties once more.

With half a chip in your mouth, you pause for a moment to marvel at the sight before you. At the center of a sea of craft supplies sits your tall fiancé, looking calm and controlled as ever while his nimble fingers place appliqué decorations onto one of the many strips of paper in front of him. He’s wearing golden glitter on his cheeks like war paint and has his crafting weapons--paint, brushes, markers, and ribbon--neatly arranged within arm’s reach. The way he grabs what he needs without glancing away from his work for a second reveals just how much time he’s spent on this project.

Feeling your heart warm at his efforts, you continue walking through the room so you can carefully sit down beside him and spend some time with him. You don’t even have to utter a word for him to know you’re stressed.

“Just get off the phone with your mom?” he wonders. Your arrival warrants a break, so he backs away from his project for a moment and sticks his hand in the bag of chips you’re cradling.

You nod in response to his inquiry and mention, “She’s been driving me up the wall about all the little details. I know she means well, and all, but she’s just stressing me out.”

A hum echoes from behind his lips as his eyes move to yours. You think he’s going to say something reassuring or inspirational once he's finished munching, but, instead, he dips his fingertips into a container of glitter and spreads it across your cheeks in two, long swipes.

Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you murmur, “What the heck are you doing, Sachirou? I need you to stay sane.”

“(L/n), (f/n)--soon to be Hirugami (f/n)--you are now a wedding warrior,” he announces, an amused grin forming across his lips. A moment of silence passes as you mentally question his state of mind. Maybe he hadn’t been the same since he’d left for the craft store earlier. “Which means,” he continues, pausing to press a kiss against your lips, “you’re strong and you can do this, okay? We’re in this together, so I’m right here with you, baby.”

His words and actions bring that reassurance that you’d been seeking in a goofier way than you’d anticipated, but one that you appreciated nonetheless. You utter a gentle promise of love to him that he returns and seals with another kiss placed on your forehead.

“Should I let you get back to work, then, wedding warrior?” you ask.

He nods and replies, “I’ll collect all my hourly kisses when I’m done.”

Oikawa is a methodical guy who always wants to be in control. Because of this, he’ll be just as hands-on in the wedding planning process as you are. In fact, there will be multiple times when you’ll have to tell him to step down, or you’ll argue because of your competing visions. However, his love for you will trump any desire of his to “win”--in terms of disagreements over certain aspects of your wedding--and he’ll always want to pick the option that will make you happy. Though, keep in mind, it may take him a bit of time to understand your point of view and come to terms with it.

While having a helicopter mom of a wedding planner for a fiancé might not be every woman’s dream, he is very helpful and you can always be assured that you’ll never have to shoulder the entire burden of the process yourself. It’s tiring! You don’t want to do it all by yourself, and that’s why you can be thankful that you have someone to share the workload with. If he’s busy at practice/training over the weekend, he knows that you’re working hard at home. Likewise, while you’re at work, you know you can trust him to get things done in your absence. He won’t let anything slip through the cracks, so you’ll never have to worry about the job getting done or any details being forgotten. You’ll just have to make sure you’re planning a wedding for the both of you, not for just one of you.

“No, I don’t like those floral arrangements for the tables.”

Oikawa’s lips settle into a frown upon hearing you express your discontentment with his idea. “Well, I don’t like the arrangement you like, either, (f/n)-chan, so what do you wanna do, then?” he grumbles.

As your gaze wanders around the shop filled to the brim with different varieties of flora and fauna, you take a deep breath of the air tinged with the potent scent of roses. You don’t like the way your fiancé’s looking at you right now or how he has his arms crossed in front of his toned chest as his foot taps against the floor with impatience.

“Tooru,” you groan quietly and shoot a withering glance towards his shoe, “Come on. These aren’t the only options we have.”

He retorts, “But we really don’t have the time to spend looking for another florist. And I think these arrangements are perfect. They match our color scheme and they look classy.”

You shake your head and take your bottom lip between your teeth. “I’m sorry; they’re just not what I envisioned. Besides, we don’t have to find another florist. Why don’t we just go around the shop with him and pick out some flowers we both like?”

There’s a long silence as he wrestles with the idea of compromise and his pride. Getting him to sacrifice the latter is harder than pulling a chew toy out of a pit bull’s mouth. But, for you, he’s willing to entertain the idea that he doesn’t always have to be right, since what he always wants is for you to be happy.

After a few moments pass, the expression on his face softens and his hand finds yours. He takes a long look at the engagement ring glittering on your finger before he presses a gentle kiss against the back of your hand and gives it a squeeze. “Okay,” he concedes, “let’s do that.”

A small smile graces your lips as you peck his cheek and give him a soft pat on the shoulder. “I know you just want everything to be perfect, baby, but let’s work together, okay?”

He murmurs in agreement and plants another kiss on your lips. “As long as I can have my milk bread on the menu, there’s no need to worry.”

“I’m glad your milk bread is worth the cost of including those embarrassing baby photos of you in the slideshow.”

“Don’t remind me, princess. Now, let’s go look at flowers.”

Osamu is more laid back by nature, and, while he’s willing to help, he probably won’t sweat the fact that you two have a huge event coming up. He won’t be getting into a tizzy about the ins and outs of wedding planning, so he often comes off as being apathetic about the whole thing. This can be extremely frustrating for someone who loves to plan and fusses over every, grueling detail of the event. However, it’s important to understand that his hands-off approach comes from his trust in you rather than from laziness.

Because he knows you have everything under control, he’ll be a part of the process by taking on a supportive role. Truth be told, he really does care about the fact that you’re getting married. He wants nothing more than to be with you for the rest of his life. So, if you want an opinion, you can go to him and he’ll help you. If you want him to make a decision, ask him and he will. If you need him to do anything, let him know and it’s done. Otherwise, he’ll just make sure you’re well taken-care of while you handle things.

Oh, and don’t even bother looking into catering options. That’s strictly his department and he’s an expert. Let him work his magic.

Your (e/c) eyes burn with strain as they flicker between the bright screen of your laptop and the notebook resting on your leg. For the umpteenth time that evening, you try turning down the brightness only to find that it was already at the lowest possible setting. This causes a small groan to echo in your throat as you scan the webpage tirelessly for any information you can find about each potential wedding venue you’d been considering.

The only thing that gives you pause is the sound of footsteps padding across the wooden floor behind you. Looking over your shoulder brings your attention to your fiancé, who’s dressed in his sweater and boxers, sporting a disheveled head of dark hair.

“(F/n)?” he utters, steel-colored eyes shifting over to your form, “What’re ya doin’ up? It’s fuckin’ two in the mornin’.”

Shaking your head and brushing strands of your own, messy hair away from your face, you explain, “I was too stressed to sleep. I can’t sleep until I find a good set of venues to look into tomorrow.”

Though he wears a clear look of disbelief on his features, he doesn’t try to stop you, since he knows that won’t get him anywhere. “Fine. But don’t be complainin’ when you’ve got a headache tomorrow, love.”

His words are dry and sharp, but you know the intentions behind them are warm and soft, so you don’t argue or huff in response. Instead, you turn back to your laptop and continue your research.

When you tear your gaze away from your work once more, it’s because Osamu’s at your side, offering you a mug filled with warm tea. “Come back to bed once you’ve finished this, alright?” he bargains as you hook your fingers around the handle and bring the drink to your mouth. You nod wordlessly, and he glances over at the notebook perched on your thigh. “Need any help?”

“I’ll need some tomorrow, but I'm okay for now. Thanks, ‘Samu.”

He places his hand on your shoulder and swoops down to press a kiss against the crown of your head. “I wantcha back in bed by three. If ya stay up later than that, ya start gettin’ all grumpy, ‘nd you know it.”

You chuckle and reassure him, “I know, baby. I promise I’ll be in bed before then.”

“Hey,” he speaks in a tone that’s more tender than that he’s been using, making you look up at him expectantly. “Whatever place ya pick, it’s gonna be great, alright?” You try not to giggle at the way his words are ever so slightly slurred by his fatigue as he continues, “As long as yer happy ‘nd the bank ain’t broken, we’re good.”

“I love you,” you coo against his lips in the moments before they meet with yours.

“I love ya too, babe,” he responds when the two of you pull away, “I’ll be awake, waitin’ for ya ta come back, so don’t be late.”

You scoff, “Oh, c’mon, ‘Samu, you were never awake to begin with.”

He clicks his tongue and places his finger on his chin in an act of contemplation before waving you off and trudging back to your bedroom. “Shit, ya got that right. But if yer up past three, I’ll know it. Trust me.”

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alfredosauce50 · 3 years ago

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Island Escapade [Ex-con! 2p! America x reader x Denmark] 08

Island Escapade - 08 - Animals Content warning: NSFW. Proceed with caution. Wordcount: 2, 876 The reader is referred to as she/her.

It's like we can't stop, we're enemies But we get along when I'm inside you You're like a drug that's killing me I cut you out entirely But I get so high when I'm inside you

The fear of missing out. Everyone had it in some shape or form. It just so happened to be worse for a select few, and Mathias was one of them. He was always sensitive to notions of being unwanted. And you used to think being loud was just one of the facets of his big personality.

For two nights, he slept by his lonesome in your room. It shouldn't have impacted him so much when he was usually in bed hours before anyone else. But it did. This was one of those moments of self-awareness as he dozed off to the hushed murmurs of your voice, your laughs, then Allen's. Whatever you were talking about, it sounded fun.

As his eyelids grew heavier, he fell deeper into a restless sleep with a troubled frown.

When his consciousness returned, he was anything but awake.

He was lying in bed, just not alone. His heart wasn't by any means calm, either. Instead, it was throbbing, aching even, and he soon learned why. Whoever it was there with him was sitting on his dick, having sheathed it deep in their walls. They were rolling their hips on it like a rocking horse. And it felt so good, he had to roll his head back to breathe out a few moans.

"Yeah... Just like that..." He huffed out, his airy voice soon drowned out by fervent panting. "Hah... Hah..." Forcing his half-lidded gaze to his partner, a psychedelic high washed over him when he saw who it was. You were on top of him, riding him like a bull.

Naked and drenched in sweat, he’d watch beads of it roll down between your breasts. Then, the place where his body connected to yours—a sight so lewd and erotic, he found himself completely seduced. Sliding his hands to your thighs, he grabbed at them for a good fondle. There, he relished in the softness of your flesh as it sunk between his fingers.

"Don’t just... Sit there and watch..." He heard you breathe. Lifting his glazed-over eyes to your face, flushed red and contorted with frustration, he felt his cock twitch inside your tight walls. Fuck, it was always so hot seeing you pissed at him. "If you don’t get me to finish, I’m never doing this with you again..." You glared, much to his excitement.

Mathias didn’t hesitate to sit up at that, pushing you down in the process. He’d be damned if this was the last time. Before you could object, he had his hands on you again, holding your thighs down so he could thrust himself deeper inside you than ever before. "Agh, fuck..." He hissed, feeling you clamp tighter on his dick. But the sensation was barely a deterrent from fucking you into the mattress.

A sharp pain erupted in your core—"Mat, what the hell?!"—but it melted away as he continued moving. Using your moans as a guide, he adjusted his technique to go as hard as he could without it hurting. Soon, sex with him became borderline painful, but it hurt so good.

Digging his hands into your hair, he rolled his pelvis against yours and made love to you missionary-style.

As he pushed you closer to your climax, slowly and steadily, he sped up to start pounding you. Occasionally slowing down to grind his dick against your walls, he tried his damndest to stimulate your clit from the inside. That was when he knew he had you. Your walls were fully lubricated and finally sucking him in, accepting him.

Now that you completely gave in to him, he knew you’d reciprocate when he kissed you slowly.

As he pulled away for air, thin strands of saliva would drape and break between your lips—much like your resolve to push him away. He had you in the palm of his hand, wanting him again. Only an hour ago were you fighting with the man, but here you were, letting him do away with you as he pleased.

So when he pushed you to your zenith, helping you ride out waves of your hot orgasm, you uttered this shakily. He needed to have a piece of your mind, as shattered as he left it after a round of make-up sex. While your legs trembled away, this was what he heard with his manhood buried halfway up your stomach. "Fuck you, Mat... Fuck... You..."

Mathias had never been so turned on in his life.

Resuming his strong thrusts at a furious pace, he panted like a dog until he felt his own release. Something about being cussed out riled him up so bad, just like all those other times you argued with him. Because even after the storm, you would run right back. It was his way of proving you still loved him. It wasn’t healthy, but he craved it like a drug.

With one final slam, he came hard, filling you to the brim with his warm and frothy cum.

Your lust, anger, he couldn’t differentiate between the two anymore.

His eyes shot open. His chest was still pounding like a drum, but it became clear he wasn’t living it down. As he sat up to send beads of sweat rolling down his face, his hard-on practically bounced out of his boxers. "..." Mathias reddened. What the heck?

He couldn’t believe himself. He nearly had a wet dream. Sliding off your bed, he scrambled to the bathroom. Sleeping in your room definitely had something to do with it. But so did your growing friendship with Allen. This became jarringly obvious when he froze at the sound of your voice.

"Was that Mat?"

One wouldn’t have imagined how profound an impact those three words had on him. He lit up, ecstatic over the thought you were thinking of him.

"Who cares? Just go back to sleep."

Mathias clenched his hands into fists. If this was what he’d be hearing after getting up, he would’ve stayed in bed. That way, he could drift away into an eternal sleep, dreaming of how things used to be.

You slapped Allen on the shoulder. "Sleep? It’s nearly twelve, you big oaf! C’mon, get up—"

Grabbing a hold of his bicep, you were immediately shocked at how hard it was. "Geez, Al. Are you on steroids?" His eyes were closed as he rested his head on a pillow, but he opened them to glower at you, much to your amusement. "How can someone so lazy have such firm muscles?" You laughed.

"Say that again, I dare you." He squinted.

"Are you on steroids?"

Allen chuckled lowly, feeling a brief spell of irritation come. The morning exhaustion was wearing off. "Again. I wanna feel awake for this, so do your worse."

You rested against the hands behind your back. "Bum. Bumass." A satisfied smile plastered across your face as he sat up, provoked. What you said next, however, took the cake. "Good for nothing playboy. Womanizing bum! You know what’ll get panties dropping? Getting up before noon."

"Okay, I get it!" Hopping off the bed with a growl, he spun to you and didn’t hesitate to hoist you up.

You sucked in a gasp. "Wha-"

Then, he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He even made it look easy. "How’s this for lazy, huh? Can someone on steroids do this?" He opened the door and walked out into the hall.

As you swayed against his back upside down, you couldn’t stop cackling like an idiot. "Maybe you could tell me, I haven’t tried them before!" Allen gave your thigh a squeeze to show his annoyance.

You were having way too much fun with this.

"Hey!" He threw you down on the couch in a thump. As his chest rose up and down to his heavy huffs, you were just as breathless. Even then, you managed a few more laughs, having found yourself thoroughly smitten with him. "Again?" You gleamed, reaching out to hold his forearms.

What you shared with Allen was reminiscent of what you once had with Mathias. But even better.

Allen caught a brief glimpse of your hands on him. How could you keep pulling him in so effortlessly? Everything you said, everything you did. A smile like that was enough to get him to derail his train of thought. "... Maybe later, bub. I'm starving." He grinned, pulling you up much to your delight.

Something about being with him was incredibly freeing—it was nothing you’ve ever experienced before. And for that, he was irresistible.

"Okay, bub. We’ll get to eat faster if you help me." Wrapping an arm around his hip, you hugged him from the side. "You do the tofu."

He followed suit and pulled you in by your waist.

"You got it, capitan." Allen hummed, giving it a playful squeeze. For a second, he expected a yelp or a jump. Maybe a push. But it never came. You let him do it.

The feeling of his large, calloused hand on your waist was something you could get used to. The high was still there, and it wasn’t going anywhere soon. So when you both settled in the kitchen, you shot him a bright smile. He had been rummaging through your fridge when he caught it. You weren’t planning on letting him breathe, huh? "Alright, you idiot. ‘Nuf of the smiles. I’m getting grumpy."

He held out a potato. "Now, how ‘bout some of that famous gnocchi of yours?"

You crinkled your nose. "With tofu?"

"I dunno, I’m trying to improvise."

The bathroom door unlocked. Out walked Mathias looking like hell. Before Allen got a response from you, your attention was stolen away by the newcomer who just walked in. His hair didn’t resemble the top of a pineapple like usual, flattened by sweat. And his face was concerningly red.

"Hey."

No good morning. It was just ‘hey’. Immediately, you knew something was wrong with him. Appearing in front of the man, you cast a worried gaze over his pink complexion. Without touching it, you could predict the burn of his skin against yours. When you finally clamped a hand over his forehead, you could confirm your suspicions—

"You’re burning up."

Allen had never seen you so stressed. Once you got Mathias in bed, you raged in the kitchen. He had no idea what came over you, but you were whipping up that chicken noodle soup like your life depended on it. In the end, the potato was used for stock. But he wasn’t complaining when it tasted good.

The sun was melting into the waterline, setting the sea on fire in a mosaic of bright red and orange. Another tiring day of work had passed, but it was barely doable without Mathias to share the load.

As you sat by the beach to watch the waves lap the shore, your head found its way onto Allen’s shoulder.

"You okay?" He asked.

You closed your eyes and smiled. But your expression was nothing like the one you made in the morning. "Yeah. Just tired. You must be too."

He ruffled your hair. Maybe, but he meant another kind of exhaustion. One he couldn’t relate to, and yet, he discovered since day one. "That was some brunch. It looked like you were on Masterchef."

"You watch Masterchef?"

"No. Just the concept."

You leaned into him so your side could press flush against his. It wasn’t a mystery why you were fussing over such a simple task. You just didn’t want to admit it—that you were rushing to get out of the house. If you did, then you would acknowledge your biggest fear. "It's probably because he spent a night in a T-shirt and shorts."

Your lips pursed as you continued, unimpressed. "In a cargo hold. On a plane to New York."

The other clicked their tongue. "Go figure."

"Anyway." Turning to him, you pat his shoulder. Your mood never made a faster change for the better. "I'm glad I started talking to you again."

If you were honest, it was a gross understatement. Reconnecting with him turned out to be the best decision of your life, and worth every risk.

Allen hummed thoughtfully. "Me too. It’s lonely on this island, ya know? I didn’t have any friends."

He felt you pull away, but he wasn’t alarmed when you held out a hand for him.

"Let’s go home."

Taking your hand without a moment’s hesitation, you both stood up slowly over the sand. Much to his surprise, you hugged him. Tightly. But he didn’t make any comments as he returned the embrace. You were holding onto him like a lifeboat, and it became all the more obvious with what you uttered next. "Wanna play on the switch when we get back?"

Allen wondered if Mathias used to play video games.

"... I don’t know how to play."

What he meant to say was he didn’t play video games at all. But like he’d say that to you. Now or ever. You needed a friend more than anything.

And he’d do anything to be yours.

"Then I’ll teach you. One game a night."

He smiled. "Sounds great."

You told him to wait in the living room. And he did, having taken a seat on the couch with your switch. The left controller had stickers of cherries. And the right had... A lego head. "Hm."

After finishing dinner, you appeared in your bedroom with a glass of water, some medicine, and left-over soup from noon. The lights were off, shrouding everything in darkness. But that didn’t stop your muscle memory from getting you to where you needed to be. The outline of his body under the blanket remained still, indicating his slumber. It almost hurt to nudge him awake.

"... Mm?" The blankets rustled as he rolled over to face you. "(F/N)?"

You managed a small smile and flicked on the lights by the bedside table. "That’s right. I brought dinner."

Mathias sat up with a hard squint. On his lap was a tray, and on that was a bowl of warm goodness. There it was, the dopey grin he always made before eating, but it was a little more subtle than usual. You had to wonder if it was because of fatigue.

A part of you knew it wasn’t.

Lifting his drooping, blood-shot eyes to you, he murmured this. "Thanks for looking after me."

A pang of sadness hit you. That, along with this singular thought: I’ll always look after you. Before he could catch the change in your expression, you turned away to let your back face him.

Why was he always so good at getting you so weak?

"Just eat. I need to finish up with the washing."

He answered by slurping up his soup. Quietly. He took his time with this one. All twenty minutes of it. You never brushed him either, and just sat there in silence. If anything, it spoke volumes.

When he was done, you watched him swallow his pill with some water. "Get some rest. Don’t worry about work, okay? Allen’s come a long way." You managed another smile at that, but it faded as you stood up. His expectant gaze was following your every move, all until you became a silhouette in the doorway.

Mathias’s heart sped up in anticipation. He had to say this before you left. Ever since you walked in to feed him, then nurse him, he’d been mulling over it. So when you were in the middle of closing the door, he piped up. "Wait."

You paused. "What?"

He leaned forward.

"I love you."

It was nothing but a faint murmur, and yet, those three words were more than enough to set you back a year. Back when you were still with him—when he was all you cared about. You could feel it. All your efforts to push him away were slowly undoing themselves. Didn’t he know what he was doing? As your chest tightened with a harrowing kind of longing, you forced yourself to the kitchen. Allen looked up.

You walked right back to your bedroom after setting the dishes down. What were you doing?

Without turning the lights on, you hugged him from the bedside. His body was so hot, your worry for the man skyrocketed again. So you squeezed him tight. Mathias returned the embrace, scrunching up the fabric of your shirt in the process. There was nothing worse than being left in the dark after telling someone, I love you. For a second, he thought it happened to him. But even you couldn’t be so cruel.

"I know." That was all you whispered, but he couldn’t be disappointed.

When you pulled away, you felt strong resistance from his arms. Unfortunately, resistance on your part was long forgotten. It was completely sapped away, translated into a movement against your own will. Leaning into his face, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. It lasted only a few seconds, but Mathias couldn’t ask for more.

The joy, the pain, it was all too real.

You left afterward and pulled Allen back to his room.

It wasn’t fair, what you were doing to him. Slowly, but surely, Allen was becoming the only thing keeping you from Mathias.

Yeah you can start over you can run free You can find other fish in the sea You can pretend it's meant to be But you can't stay away from me

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northlight14 · 3 years ago

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Breakup’s, birthdays and drag shows

Description: Roman and Janus broke up and now Roman can't celebrate his birthday with him. Now it's Virgil's job as his best friend to cheer him up.

TW: breakup mention, crying, cursing, Janus isn't intended to be unsympathetic but since Virgil doesn't like him it might come across that way, alcohol mention, brief violence mention, let me know if I need to add anything else

Ships: platonic prinxiety, past roceit

Genre: hurt/comfort

Prompt: alt prompt 4, drag (prompt by @pridewrite2021)

Virgil was browsing the card isle looking for a birthday card for Roman when his phone started to buzz. He pulled it out to see it was Remus calling him.

"Ugh, what is it Remus?" Virgil said, already not interested in whatever Remus had gotten himself into.

"Hey Virgin! Can you come over?" Remus chirped.

"I'll be coming over later to drop off Roman's card. Why, what's up?"

"Well, you know how Roman and Janus broke up last week?" How could Virgil forget? Roman had spent the entire week being an absolute wreck and Patton and Logan had to hold Virgil back in order to stop him beating Janus up.

"Yes." Virgil gritted out through his teeth.

"Well, Roman just realized that he isn't gonna be able to celebrate with him and that this is gonna be his first birthday without him in 3 years and what not. So now he's crying in his room, lookin' like a hot mess. And since he's your best friend and all I was wondering if you could come and cheer him up or whatever."

"What! How the hell am I supposed to do that?!" Virgil yelled, before realizing he's still standing in the middle of the card isle, hiding his face which was now scarlet.

"I don't know man but you'll come up with something! You're like a brother to him, Virgie!"

"You actually are his brother, Rem!"

"Come on Virgil, please!" Remus pleaded through the phone. "I just...I really don't know what to do, here." He said, voice suddenly going quiet.

Virgil sighed. "Ok, I'll be ten minutes."

———

Virgil always forgot how big Roman's house was. The drive way alone seemed to go on for ages, outlined by large trees and red rose bushes. The pathway to the door was a red brick and clearly well taken care of. The house itself was a faded red brick with large windows and balconies. The front door was too tall and painted black, standing in the middle of two white pillars.

Looking at where Roman lived, it was easy to see why Virgil had disliked him at first. When they'd first met, Roman had a much bigger problem with his bratty rich kid attitude and with his life seemingly perfect from an outsiders point of view it was easy to see why they clashed. after all, Virgil had absent parents and had to work several jobs to help pay bills. But as he got to know Remus better it made it much easier to see through Roman as well. Mr and Mrs Prince were nice enough but they had a bad habit of pitting Roman and Remus against each other, both with academics and creative pursuits. It turned out Roman's arrogant attitude was a coping mechanism for his surprisingly low self esteem. It also turned out that Roman wasn't just "lazy" when it came to school work like Virgil had first thought, but he was actually struggling with ADHD. The more Virgil learned about Roman and the more Roman learned about Virgil, the closer they became until they began to see each other as brothers. Brothers that would make fun of each other relentlessly but brothers non the less.

Virgil knocked on the large door and waited for a response. Not too long after, Mrs Prince answered. She was a tall and slender woman with tanned skin. Her dark hair was tied perfectly in a bun. She wore a black dress with a red shall, both of which looked as expensive as Virgil's car.

"Oh, hello Virgil. I assume you're here for Roman? Remus said you were coming." She said.

"Uh, yeah. Can I come in?"

"Of coarse, Roman should be in his room. He hasn't come out since this morning." She said, stepping aside to let Virgil in.

'Oh God.' Virgil thought to himself before heading upstairs and hoping he would finally be able to remember which room is Romans.

In the end Remus came out his room and pointed Virgil in the right direction but hey, no one else needed to know that.

Gently, Virgil knocked on Romans door and waited to be let in.

"Remus, I told you to go away!" Roman yelled from inside, his voice sounding muffled.

"Hey Roman, it's Virgil. Can I come in?"

There was a brief moments pause before Virgil heard a quiet voice he decided to interoperate as Roman inviting him in.

Virgil was very taken aback by the sight before him. The room, which was usually kept as neat as possible, was covered in tissues, chocolate wrappers and a mix of opened and unopened presents. Roman was sat on his bed, eyes puffy and hair messy.

"Um, hey, are you alright?" 'Fuck sake Virgil, obviously he isn't.' Roman sniffled, smiling despite himself. "Yeah, I just...I miss him, ya know?"

"Yeah." Virgil said, sitting beside him. "Oh, um, I got you this..." Virgil awkwardly passed him the card.

Roman smiled, accepting it. "Thanks."

"So...what do you want to do? For your birthday, I mean." Virgil said, trying and failing to hide his discomfort.

"I don't know..." Roman sighed, looking down at his hands. "I was just going to continue to watch Carmen Santiago. But I always watched that with Janus. It was our show, ya know? He'd always make a comment about how she's still stealing and I'd counter it with how she's stealing from thieves so surely that makes it ok! I don't know, it just...it feels wrong to watch it without him..." Roman laughed sadly. "Which sucks because the last episode left on a cliff hanger and I really wanna know what happens next." He laughed a little at his own expense.

Virgil couldn't help but smirk. "Well, why don't we go out somewhere?"

Roman looked down again. "I don't know..."

'Crap. What the heck am I supposed to do here?!'

Virgil looked around awkwardly. He then spied in the corner what looked like a new makeup pallet. Roman must have gotten it for his birthday. 'Bingo.'

"Hey, why don't we do each other's makeup?" Virgil offered.

Romans face immediately lit up. "Really?!" He said, excitedly.

"Yeah, why not?" Virgil said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well last time I asked to do your makeup, you said you'd rather stab yourself in the eye with your eye liner."

"Yeah, well..." Virgil coughed. "Consider it my birthday present to you."

Roman immediately shot up and grabbed the eyeshadow pallet and several brushes. "I promise you won't regret this!" Yeah, Virgil was already regretting this but Roman seemed happy and that's all that mattered.

———

The brushes tickled Virgil's face as Roman layered the purple eye shadow. Virgil almost started to object as Roman began to apply silver jewels at the edges of the eye shadow, before stopping himself. Roman then finished the look by applying a purplish pink lipstick and brushing Virgil's bangs out of his face. He then handed Virgil a mirror. The look was very 80's glam, far from Virgil's usual style but he had to admit, it looked really good. The eyeshadow looked sharp, the upper lid being a lighter shade than the under eye and corners of the eyes.

"It looks great!" Virgil said, admiring it. Roman smiled proudly from the compliment. "Alright." Virgil said, taking the eye shadow pallet. "Your turn."

Roman laughed. "I appreciate the offer, rainy day real estate, but I don't really wanna look like I haven't slept in a hundred years." Roman teased.

"Says the guy who's went entire weeks not sleeping because he was binge watching a new show!" Virgil teased back.

"And I'll have you know I wear that like a badge of honor!"

"Besides," Virgil continued to laugh. "I know how to do other makeup looks."

"Ok..." Roman said. "But if I end up looking like a Tim Burton character, I will kill you with my bare hands." They both couldn't help but laugh.

Virgil decided to go for a similar style that Roman went for, layering different shades of red and mixing in some gold glitter. He also decided to draw a small crown on his right cheek, just below the eye. The look was then finished off with red lipstick to match.

He passed the mirror over to Roman who gasped in delight at his reflection. "It looks so good!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah? I'm glad you like it." Virgil smiled, pulling back on his purple patch hoodie after taking it off to give himself more mobility when applying the makeup.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Roman said, waving his arms in front of his face before jumping up and handing Virgil a black leather jacket that was hung on his chair as well as a pair of purple tinted heart glasses. "Put these on!" He exclaimed.

Virgil once again pulled off his hoodie, replacing it with the leather jacket. It fit him surprisingly well considering Roman was a fair bit taller and more muscular than him. He then put on the glasses and Roman eagerly pulled him off his bed and guided him to his full length mirror.

"Wow...I actually look really good." Virgil said.

"See! I told you!" Roman laughed.

Virgil examined the jacket. "I didn't think you'd own a jacket like this. Did you steal it from Remus or something?" Virgil asked.

Romans smile suddenly dropped. "It, uh, it was Janus'..."

Shit.

"Oh, um, sorry." Virgil said, honestly.

"It's ok." Roman sighed, sitting back on his bed. "I've been meaning to give it back. Especially since it still has his wallet in it. But that means I'll have to see him and I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

'He left his wallet in here?' Virgil put his hands in the pockets and sure enough, Roman was right. Virgil quickly started to feel all too powerful now knowing this.

"Hey, come on, let's go out somewhere. Show off your makeup." Virgil tried again.

"For someone who looks like they belong in a vampire novel, you're awfully eager to go outside." Roman laughed.

"Come on, I just think it'll do you some good to get out for a bit."

Roman averted Virgil's gaze. "I don't know..."

"Come on, man. Do you really want to let that jackass ruin your birthday?"

Roman sighed. "Ok, fine."

Virgil waited outside Romans room as he changed out his pajamas. When he came out, he was sporting a white shirt paired with a black jacket that had a red floral pattern. He was also wearing a pair of glasses, his in the shape of two fairy wings that matched the gold in his eye shadow perfectly.

As the two walked out the house, Roman called "Mom, weren't going out! I should be home soon!"

His mom sounded surprised by this but happy non the less. "Ok sweetie, be back soon!"

"So where are we going?" Roman asked as they walked out the house.

"How the hell should I know? I'm just winging it." Virgil laughed.

———

The two wandered through the town as the sun began to set, the reds and oranges bouncing off Romans glasses and the glitter perfectly. Virgil was all too aware of the judging looks they were being given but when he looked at Roman, he seemed happy. And right now that's all that mattered. Just keeping Romans mind off Janus.

Eventually, Virgil began to hear the sound of music and he subconsciously started to follow it, Roman tailing behind. As he wandered through the town he eventually found the source.

A bar putting on a drag show.

Roman was staring off into space, standing next to him. Virgil tapped his shoulder, pulling him back to reality. "Hey, I know what we're doing."

———

Romans face lit up once more when he saw the stage. It didn't seem like they missed too much, which was good. The drag queen that was stood on the stage currently was singing, her hair done big with makeup that shone and reflected the lights perfectly. Her dress black and covered in sequins and frills. The heels she wore didn't look comfortable in the slightest but she walked in them with ease.

The two sat at the bar. They were each 18 and 19, meaning they wouldn't be able to drink but given the circumstances, it was probably best if Roman didn't get drunk right now.

Instead, Virgil just ordered them some non alcoholic drinks and fries. Roman was about to hand him the money to pay but Virgil immediately declined. "My treat. It's your birthday after all." Virgil then remembered Janus' wallet still in his jacket pocket. 'I mean, if Janus is the reason we're here, it's only right he should be the one to pay for us, right?' Virgil couldn't help his smirk as he handed the money over.

The night continued and Roman and Virgil cheered loudly for each queen on stage, each one quite different from the last. Virgil watched as any sign of grief seemingly dissolved from Romans face.

The final queen for the night came on the stage and they both watched with joy as she performed.

"I know what you're doing, you know." Roman said, not taking his eyes off the stage. Virgil froze instantly, slowly daring to look at his friend. Roman once again had small tears in his eyes but he wore the most genuine smile Virgil hadn't seen on him in ages. "Thank you."

Virgil smiled at his friend. At his brother. "Of coarse."

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Authors note: I’ve been wanting to write something based on the glam looks Thomas posted for Roman and Virgil for a while now and I obviously wanted to write something for Romans birthday. So when I saw the prompt for today was ‘drag’ I immediately thought “well that’s convenient”. So happy birthday Roman! Anyway, hope y’all enjoyed. I’m still practicing my writing and hopefully I’m improving.

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classysassy9791 · 4 years ago

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Drinking is not a bad thing after a break up. In fact, it's a damn good coping mechanism for Kagome Higurashi, especially at the bar with other heartbroken patrons. A guy buys her a drink, and then two, and then things get a little out of hand.

Fandom: Inuyasha Genre: Romance/Humor Pairing: InuKag Rating: T

Originally written for INUKAG Week on tumblr circa 2016 Day 4: AU Part 1 Word Count: 2,400

Can also be found here

Breakups were never an easy thing. They were messy, full of tears and angry outbursts, and the awkward encounters afterward were definitely something to avoid. Really, it made her wonder why anyone would choose to stop being single.

Kagome Higurashi grasped the strap of her purse tighter as she stormed into the local pub. The music was loud as the bass pounded through the speakers, reverberating through her chest and drowning out the sad thoughts in her head.

Screw men and their idiocy. She really should stop dating all together, and maybe she would. After all, she had her own place, an amazing career, and her cat Buyo to come home to every night. Who needed the male population anyways?

She leaned on the bar, her obsidian hair lying over one shoulder of her black, sequined dress. She tilted her head to one side, pushing out her red lips just a little. The bartender was there to take her order in a flash, eyes dropping momentarily to her low-cut neckline.

“What can I get for you, beautiful?” he asked, flashing a wolfish grin.

“Margarita on the rocks with salt,” she answered with a sweet smile, nibbling on her lower lip seductively.

His eyes were the blue of water so deep that she was afraid to jump in, but she was still tempted to. “Coming right up,” he replied with a wink, before making his way to the other end of the bar.

Kagome watched him fetch her drink as she slid onto a stool. His black shirt was tight, revealing his chiseled chest and toned abs. His face was above average with those eyes and tanned skin. Perhaps she would come back for him later, after they closed, and invite him home. It was perfectly acceptable, wasn’t it?

As soon as the thought came to mind, she immediately rolled her eyes and dismissed it. Why would she even think such a thing? She was not about to be one of those heartbroken girls who found comfort in the arms of another man as he screwed her senseless. That wasn’t her style, and she certainly wasn’t going to stoop so low now.

“Here you are,” the bartender returned, handing her a cocktail glass filled to the brim with tequila and lime.

She appeared pleased as she sipped it gingerly, relishing in the cool sour taste against her lips. “You have a nice touch,” she commented wryly.

He leaned against the bar. “So I’ve been told,” he said, his eyes dipping to glance at her low cut top again. “What brings you in tonight?”

Kagome sighed. This is not what she wanted. She didn’t come to the bar to talk about her problems. She came to get drunk, maybe smack lips with a guy, and then leave feeling a little fuzzy. “Just needed a drink,” she asserted, taking another taste, attempting to show her disinterest.

Unfortunately, he didn’t get the hint.

“Is that all you needed?” he questioned, his voice low and seductive.

She frowned, not in the mood to deal with forward guys like him. Especially not so soon into her evening. She would definitely need a few more drinks in her before she even considered him. A range of words were perched on the tip of her tongue, hell bent on putting him in his place, but someone else beat her to it.

“Hey, flea bag,” a man said, stealing the stool beside her. “Get me a whiskey sour.”

The bartender narrowed his eyes and shot him an annoyed look. “Back again, Inutrasha?” he scowled.

“Do you want your tips tonight or not?” said man growled with furrowed brows.

Rolling his eyes, “fleabag” moved away to grab his order. Kagome smiled behind her glass as she took another sip. She glanced at the man beside her out of the corner of her eye. He was tall, with startling silver hair and luminous amber eyes. Definitely not like the men she was used to being with, and he clearly wasn’t someone to be looked over easily. His stand-out features made sure of that.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he grumbled.

Caught off guard, Kagome’s eyes widened as she placed her glass back down on the countertop. “Excuse me?”

“It’s rude to stare.”

Her lips pulled into a frown. “Well, aren’t you just a ball of sunshine.”

The bartender returned with his patron’s drink and slid it in front of him. “Inuyasha is the furthest thing from sunshine,” he announced with a chuckle.

Said man glowered at him. “Don’t get me started,” he warned, curling his hand around his whiskey sour. “I’m not in the mood today.”

“When are you ever in the mood?” he barbed, leaning his hands against the top of the bar.

Taking a large gulp of alcohol, Inuyasha slammed his glass down and abruptly stood. “You wanna take this outside, Kouga?”

“It’ll be my pleasure.” He shot him a sadistic grin.

Kagome glanced wide-eyed between them before grasping onto the silver-haired stranger’s arm. “Hold on,” she intervened, stepping between them. “Come on boys, its early. Can’t this wait until later?”

“Keh,” Inuyasha sneered, shrugging off her hand. “If you don’t want to get involved, go get drunk somewhere else, wench.”

All attraction Kagome had felt for the man moments earlier immediately vanished. She was not a stranger to name-calling, but she would be damned if she took it from some pretentious jerk she just met.

“Who the heck do you think you are?” she demanded, folding her arms over her chest.

Amber eyes glanced toward her with disinterest. “What’s your problem?”

Her blood boiled. “You can’t just come waltzing in here, start a fight, and treat a woman like crap. It’s men like you who disgust me.”

Inuyasha knitted his brows and turned toward her fully. “Listen, lady,” he began, clenching his hands into fists. “I’ve had a rough fucking day and I’m not in the mood to deal with your whiney bullshit. So if you don’t mind, go get drunk somewhere else, you floozy.”

That did it. Before Kagome even knew what had happened, her hand came up at an alarming speed and made contact with his cheek. His eyes turned wide as she stood there, her arm still raised, glowering at him with eyes full of absolute hate.

“Holy shit,” Kouga breathed, his piercing blue eyes glancing between the two. That had quickly gone from bad to worse.

Inuyasha brought a hand to his face, his cheek still resonating with heat from where she had smacked him. After getting over the initial shock, he glared at her. This chick had some nerve. Never in all his life had he met someone so infuriating!

“What the fuck—“

“Kouga!”

The bartender turned at the sound of his name to see a red-headed woman storming through the crowd. He visibly paled. This was bad. This was really freakin’ bad. If the manager saw a fight in the bar so soon into the evening, there was be hell to pay.

As the realization of what she had done sunk in, Kagome began to wither under Inuyasha’s intense gaze. Where in the world had that come from? She was not a violent person. She wouldn’t hurt a fly! And yet, she had smacked some stranger in a bar for simply having a dirty mouth. Oh. Oh no.

Heat crept up her neck and flushed her cheeks, but she was just as stubborn as she was kind. She bit the inside of her cheek to steel her nerves. “Look,” she began, hoping to ward off his impending fury. “I didn’t mean—“

“Quiet, you two!” Kouga hissed, leaning over the bar. “Sit down and look like you’re having a good time!”

Kagome had no time to object as Kouga forcefully pulled both her and Inuyasha back onto their stools. He pushed their glasses toward them eagerly, his eyes glancing fearfully between them and the crowd. Curiosity got the better of her embarrassment, and Kagome found herself searching the mass of people behind her.

“What is it, Kouga?” she dared to ask, momentarily forgetting the silver-haired idiot sitting beside her.

The bartender gulped, nervously cleaning a glass. “Ayame’s here,” he grumbled with wide eyes, as if that alone would mean anything to her.

Before she could ask any more questions, a fiery red-headed woman pushed between her and Inuyasha. “Kouga,” she said sternly, leaving no room to question her authority. “Didn’t I tell you to restock the bar inventory before nine o’clock?”

“I thought you told Hakkaku to do it?” he prodded.

Kagome could see he was racking his brain for a way out of this one. Apparently, he was afraid of Ayame’s temper, and she could see why.

The bar manager narrowed her green eyes at him. “Hakkaku isn’t working tonight,” she snapped. She leaned forward threateningly. “It better be stocked in thirty minutes. Otherwise, it’s your job.”

She turned on her heel and left as quickly as she had come, leaving a shaking bartender in her wake. Kagome turned hesitant eyes to Kouga. “Are you all right?” she asked.

He blushed and scowled. “Damn that Ayame,” he grumbled hotly. He set down the glass and began walking to the other end of the bar, mumbling, “I’ll be right back,” over his shoulder.

“That was a little harsh,” Kagome muttered, turning her attention back to her drink. Tonight was definitely bizarre to say the least. All she wanted to do was drink until she could forget what had happened earlier that day, but already she had run into a flirtatious bartender, an arrogant brute, and a hot headed manager.

“It’s his own fault,” Inuyasha piped up beside her.

Kagome startled, almost forgetting he was there. “Come again?”

He nonchalantly took a sip of his drink. “If he did what he was supposed to, Ayame wouldn’t be hounding him. But he’s lazy and would rather flirt with girls than do his job.”

“Isn’t that part of his job?” she pointed out. “I mean, girls tend to leave better tips for a man who gives them attention.”

He gave her a sideways glance. “Is that what you’re gonna do?”

Realizing the implications behind his words, warmth flushed her cheeks as she frowned. “No,” she denied. “I’m not that kind of girl.”

Inuyasha smirked. “That’s hard to believe.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she quipped, her blood beginning to boil.

“A single girl sitting alone at the bar on a Friday night?” He shrugged. “Doesn’t exactly scream purity.”

She glared daggers and clenched her hands tightly into fists. “I’ll have you know that I’m simply having a bad day and needed a drink,” she spat out through clenched teeth. “I plan on going home with a nice buzz. Alone.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, darling.”

Kagome faltered from the nickname. Well, she supposed it was an upgrade from ‘wench’. “All right, jerk-face, what are you doing here?” she questioned hotly. “A man sitting alone at the bar on a Friday night? I don’t see any pure intentions there.”

“Didn’t say I had any,” he reminded.

She rolled her eyes. “Sheesh. Not even a saint could be patient with you.”

“You wouldn’t know, would you?”

That was it! That was the last straw! Forget her simple night out. Inuyasha had completely ruined it. She had been talked down to a fair share already today and she would be damned if she sat here another moment being spoken to like that.

“You’re a jerk,” she snapped. “There is absolutely no hiding that. Apparently a girl can’t even enjoy a drink around you! No wonder you’re here alone!”

Kagome suddenly stood, grabbed her purse, and threw a few dollars onto the granite top for her drink. She was ready to storm out of the bar, Inuyasha be damned, but a hand on her wrist stopped her.

“Woah, hold up,” he called.

“Let go of me!” she demanded, pulling on his grip insistently.

Intense amber eyes met her gaze, causing her heart to leap into her throat. “Sit down,” he insisted.

“No way!” she sassed back. “I couldn’t stand another minute in your presence.”

He exhaled deeply and slowly released her. “Look, I’m sorry,” he grumbled, averting his gaze. “I’m just in a bad mood. Didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

His words shocked her. So far, Inuyasha had been brash, rude, and inconsiderate. Taunts and barbs she expected. She did not foresee his eyes becoming soft and the sharp tone of his voice changing to a gentle manner. This was unanticipated.

She eyed him warily. “Everyone has bad days.”

“Keh,” he scoffed, turning his attention back to the bar. “At least let me buy you a drink.”

Kagome sighed and hesitantly returned to her stool. “I guess I can’t turn that down.”

He raised his hand to grab Kouga’s attention. As soon as he was within earshot, Inuyasha ordered a cranberry vodka.

“What?” Kagome asked with a raised brow.

Inuyasha’s eyes questioned her. “What’s the problem?”

She shook her head. “I don’t want some girlie drink,” she pointed out. “If I’m getting a free drink out of all of this, it’s going to be something I like.”

He frowned. “What the hell do you want then?”

“I’ll have what you’re having,” she replied, noticing his empty glass.

Smirking, as he was sure this woman was going to regret her decision, Inuyasha turned his attention back to Kouga. “Two shots of your finest whiskey,” he ordered.

“Make mine a double,” he heard Kagome speak up from beside him.

Inuyasha felt his jaw drop open slightly and he studied her. “A double?” he parroted, leaning his arm against the bar top.

“Yes, a double,” she confirmed with a nod.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Are you planning on hitting the floor tonight?”

Her eyes scrutinized him, fearless and full of a fiery spirit. She was not backing down. “I can handle my liquor,” she assured confidently.

Inuyasha’s eyes dipped to examine her body. She was a tiny little thing. Couldn’t have weighed more than one-twenty soaking wet. And she thought she could keep up with him? He smirked. This was going to be fun.

“Whatever you say, wench.”

She finished off her margarita and scowled. “My name is Kagome,” she addressed him. “So you can stop calling me that.”

“Sure thing,” he said, leaning toward her. “Wench.”

This was going to be very fun indeed.

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dekatsu · 3 years ago

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Almost 6k words of Deku and Kacchan being homemates:

For once, Katsuki arrives at his apartment first. He immediately throws his bag into his room, washes up, gets changed and makes himself at home on the couch in their living room. At this point, he doesn’t even do it for the comfort of it. It’s a point of pride.

Because Deku is a little shit and he always throws himself all over the couch, taking up all the space and annoying the heck out of Katsuki with his socked feet digging into Katsuk’s left thigh.

So, it’s only pettiness that fuels Katsuki as he lies back on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, phone in his hand. Now all he has to do is wait for Deku to come home and realise he lost his precious space to him.

Deku isn’t Deku though, if he doesn’t shit into Katsuki’s plans. So the damn nerd comes home, throws his bag right next to the couch, sits on Katsuki’s feet and proceeds to rummage for something in that hideously big bag of his.

“Kacchan, look what I bought!”

“Take your bag off the table, Deku,” Katsuki mutters, digging his feet into Deku’s thighs. “It’s dirty.”

“Right, sorry. But look!” Deku says, beaming as he leans back on the couch and holds his legs up. “I found those slippers and just had to buy them. Aren’t they awesome?”

Said slippers are abruptly shoved into Katsuki’s face so he bats Deku’s legs away. “Get your feet out of my face, Nerd.”

“They’re All Might slippers!”

Katsuki shoves at Deku’s legs, kicking his own legs up to push them into Deku’s space. “I’ll shove my socks into your face. See how you like that, idiot.”

“But he’s our favourite actor,” Deku insists, fighting back for no reason.

Katsuki puts his phone down, grabs onto the couch as tightly as he can and shoves his feet against Deku’s butt to push him off the couch. But Deku slips his legs down, pushing against Katsuki’s calves. “Get off me, Deku!”

“You started pushing me down the couch!”

“You shoved your feet in my face!”

“To show you my slippers! Then you assaulted me with your stinky socks!”

“Fuck you,” Katsuki says, finally able to slip his feet between the backrest of the couch and Deku’s side. Deku kicks him uncomfortably close to his balls but he angles himself just right and pushes with all his might, finally managing to push Deku away and off the couch.

Deku shrikes, falls and breaks out into laughter, sitting on his butt and staring up at Katsuki, face full of mirth. “I can’t believe you pushed me off the couch. That’s my spot, you know.”

“Shut it. It’s mine now,” Katsuki huffs, turning on his side to push Deku’s shoulder with his stinky socks.

Deku smiles, pushes his leg away and pats the side of his butt, grimacing when he pulls his hand back. He smells it and his face scrunches up. “God, now my hands and clothes smell like your stinky feet.”

Katsuki holds said stinky feet up threateningly again, which shuts Deku up and makes him hurry out of the room.

“I’ll get back at you for this,” he calls out as he retreats.

Katsuki grins. It’s his total victory.

Izuku is in the middle of reading a character study about the last character All Might played, when Kacchan comes in and says something. Look, it’s not his fault. He is in the middle of doing something. Kacchan disturbed him, really. So, his eyes just drift back to the screen before he can really register what Kacchan is saying

He’s about half way through the post, before the white noise in the background stops and Izuku remembers that Kacchan was actually talking to him.

Kacchan looks at him, hand on his hip as he stares Izuku down. “You didn’t listen to a word I said,” he accuses.

Izuku turns away from the screen of his laptop, grimacing only a little. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m listening now!” To prove his point, he pushes the screen of his laptop down.

But Kacchan looks entirely unimpressed as he turns around and leaves the room.

“Kacchan,” Deku calls, immediately giving chase and almost stumbling over the slippers he had taken off.

“I’m not repeating myself every time, Deku.”

“I was reading something,” Izuku tries, finally falling into step with Kacchan but he gets pushed back as soon as they reach Katsuki’s room. “You just barged in and I couldn’t help but drift back to what I was reading.”

Kacchan opens his door, turns to look at him and says, “then say so. Why have me waste my breath just to repeat myself again. This is not the first time, Deku.”

“Come on, Kacchan. Just tell me,” Izuku tries but the door shuts in his face. The effect of that is immediate, as Deku feels frustration take the place of guilt. “You always do that though! Start talking about something and then refuse to go on, even if I just didn’t catch the start of your damn sentence. I hate it when you do that!”

“Then learn to fucking listen,” Kacchan shouts through the door.

Izuku knows this isn’t a problem they will solve now or anytime soon. So he blows his frustration out in a huge sigh and sulks back to his room. He gets it. It’s also his fault but he tries and just can’t help it. When he’s immersed in something, his brain just hyper-focuses on it.

And Kacchan hates being ignored more than anything.

Izuku ruffles his hair, sits heavily in his chair and sulks his way through the rest of the post he was reading.

Katsuki walks right into the living room, an empty toilet paper roll in his hand and stops right in front of Deku, who’s claimed his spot on the couch again and is watching something on his phone. “Deku,” Katsuki calls and waits until he really has Deku’s attention.

The nerd must see the pissed expression on his face because he sits up immediately. “What?”

“You forgot to restock on toilet paper,” Katsuki explains, holding up the empty roll. He’s so fucking tired of this.

“It wasn’t me,” Deku says immediately.

Ignoring him, Katsuki closes his eyes and inhales deeply. “I told you at least fifty times to restock on toilet paper ‘cause I don’t want to walk out of the toilet with a dirty, naked butt, just to get some toilet paper from the closet in the hallway.”

“It really wasn’t me.”

“We are living alone, Deku. There is no one but you and I!”

“Maybe you forgot?”

Katsuki can’t hold it anymore. He throws the empty roll at Deku. “Don’t be stupid, idiot! Forget it again next time and I’ll clean my butt with your damn face.”

Katsuki walks out of the living room, leaving a grumbling Deku in his wake.

The nerd never learns.

It’s a lazy Sunday morning and Izuku really doesn’t want to get out of bed. But he’s bored and feeling a little hungry, actually.

He leaves his room and wanders towards the kitchen, finding Kacchan already in there and munching on some cheese filled toast. Izuku walks towards the refrigerator, checks what’s in, finds it completely filled and closes it again. He stares at the toaster, looks at the bread, then at the cheese, then at the cornflakes on the counter before he decides he can’t be bothered and pulls a stool out to collapse on it, face squished against the table.

He can feel Kacchan’s eyes on him so he looks up and asks, “what?”

“Nothing.”

Izuku frowns. Kacchan has taken to eating slowly as of late. He’s trying to do everything slowly nowadays. The dentist told him it might help with his teeth problems if he did other stuff slower and calmer, too.

Honestly, it’s very unlike Kacchan.

“Stop staring at my food, Deku,” Kacchan says as he bites into his toast.

“I’m not.”

“You are. If you want some, make it yourself. I’m not sharing my food with you.” As if to prove his point, Kacchan pulls his plate closer to himself and leans away from him.

“I don’t wanna eat.” Izuku squirms around a little. It’s true. The moment he walked into the kitchen, his appetite just disappeared.

But Kacchan looks at him with narrowed eyes and says, “you just don’t want to clean the toaster. Since you would be the last one to use it.”

He laughs. He can’t help it. “I really don’t want to eat. I don’t know. It just seems so… boring?” Izuku knows it’s a stupid explanation but it’s the truth. The moment he actually wanted to prepare food, he couldn’t really be bothered. Everything seemed so bland.

Kacchan looks like he really doesn’t get it and also as if he’s five seconds away from smacking him on the head. Instead, Kacchan bites into his toast and finishes it real quick, before he stands up with a plate in his hand and moves to the sink.

“Whatever you say, Deku.”

Izuku stares at him as he cleans the toaster and wonders if he could steal some of Kacchan’s ice in the fridge.

“Kacchan!” Izuku shouts yet again but there is no reply. He’s really holding it in with all his might, so he can’t help screaming. “Get out of the damn toilet! I need to pee.”

“I’m busy,” comes Kacchan’s calm reply.

Deku just keeps knocking on the door, aware of exactly how urgent the situation is. “You have been in there for half an hour. What are you even doing for so long. I really need to piss,” Izuku shouts, thumping his head against the door. He’s five minutes away from an accident.

“I don’t know what you do on the toilet, Deku, but I’m shitting. Like normal people do.”

“And I’ll have an accident in the next few minutes if you don’t come out. Like normal freaking people!” Izuku screams. He will piss his pants, Kacchan will make fun of him, he will have to clean the damn floor as well as his clothes. It will be so damn disgusting. At his wits end, Izuku says the forbidden words. “I’ll turn off the WiFi.”

There is no reply for a few seconds before Izuku hears a loud and disgusting fart.

“KACCHAN,” he screams, truly desperate now. He gives up knocking to pace the hallway.

Fuck it, he thinks, walks to the WiFi-router and shuts it off completely. Then he grabs his keys, hopes he doesn’t look as desperate as he feels and walks over to their neighbour.

Monoma is a pretty chill guy, sometimes. Especially when Kacchan isn’t around and they aren’t fighting over the last magazines lying in front of the door. Neither of them even look into those advertisements. It’s all about butting heads.

So when he awkwardly asks if he can use the toilet, Monoma only makes one snide comment about Kacchan probably having fallen into the toilet and having clogged it.

When Deku gets back to their apartment, refreshed and thankful, he slams the door shut and walks into the living room to lie on his favourite spot.

Kacchan must have heard him because he screams, “Fuck you, Deku. I’ve mobile data.”

Izuku rolls his eyes, doesn’t rise to the bait and replies to Shinsou’s message.

Ten minutes later, Kacchan joins him in the living room, looking slightly pale and very tired. The silence prevails for a few minutes before Kacchan asks, “didn’t you have some medicine for an upset stomach.”

Izuku purses his mouth and stands up. “I’ll get it for you.”

They end up in the hospital at two in the morning, Kacchan crouching down beside the seat, hugging his stomach tightly, forehead resting on his knees. The pain in his stomach won’t allow him to sit or stand. Izuku yawns, sitting on a cold seat and smelling disinfectant everywhere.

Luckily, Izuku, too, has mobile data.

When Katsuki gets back home after his last lecture, he finds the living room table decked with five new movies, a new headset and two new books. Katsuki stares at the assortments, narrows his eyes and walks over to where Deku left the door open to his room.

“You bought all that stuff today?”

“Kacchan!” Deku turns to look at him, particularly beaming. “Yes! They had a huge sale and I just had to buy the movies I’m missing in my collection.”

“Weren’t you going to stop wasting your money on useless things?” Katsuki asks.

“They aren’t useless at all! I need them.”

Katsuki sighs, already tired of the conversation. “You do this all the time, Deku. Waste money as soon as you get your hands on some.”

“I just think that hard work deserves a small reward,” he mumbles, pushing movies and books around until he creates some space for the new additions in the living room.

Katsuki ignores the pout. He’s so not impressed. “Five movies, two books and a new headset, when yours is still just fine, isn’t a small reward, Deku. What about the slippers? Or the creepy shower curtain?”

“It’s not creepy.”

“All Might staring at me in the shower is fucking creepy. But that’s besides the point.” Katsuki pushes himself off the door frame and walks to stand in front of Deku. He stares down at him, where he’s sitting on the carpet, movies and books in his lab. “Why do you even ask me to oversee your finances with you, when you refuse to listen.”

Deku stares up at him for a few seconds before the corner of his lips lifts into a smile. “You set hard limits.”

Katsuki narrows his eyes, flicks Deku on the forehead and walks out. “Obviously not hard enough if you still have so much to spend. We are reviewing your plan tonight, Deku.”

With those parting words, he incites a wave of whining but shuts the door on it and walks into his room.

It’s going to be a long night.

Today has been a long day for them. Izuku can barely feel his legs as he gets up to look for the number for the place that delivers food so late at night. He forgot their name and the pamphlet was lying around the kitchen somewhere.

When he finds it, he walks over to Kacchan’s room to take his order. “Kacchan, about food. Let’s ge-”

Kacchan holds his hand up from where he’s lying on the bed, effectively stopping Izuku mid-question. “Look, Deku. I have officially reached the limits of my social capacities. Leave me alone before I get pissy.”

Izuku looks at him, really looks at him. He’s lying on the bed, left arm covering his eyes and shoulders tense. Right, that’s it for today. “Want some tea?”

“I’m sleeping.”

“Okay.” Deku silently walks out of the room and closes the door slowly.

So, today is a bad day for Kacchan. Izuku doesn’t really get it, to be honest. But sometimes, when he’s spent the whole day up and about with people, Kacchan will collapse into bed and just fall exhausted. And then grow irritated if someone dares disturb him.

He calls it hitting the limits of his social capacities and expects to be left alone. So Izuku usually leaves him alone to figure out his stuff. He orders food for one, eats alone and prepares some tea. Once it’s heated and ready, he prepares a cup and knocks on Kacchan’s door.

There is no reply but he doesn’t expect one. Kacchan is lying exactly how Deku left him, probably dozing. Izuku leaves the tea on the bedside table and leaves just as silently as he entered.

When Kacchan leaves his room the next day, he’s scowling horribly and complaining about how Kirishima ruined his favourite pair of shoes last night.

Izuku smiles into the glass of water in his hands and silently wishes Kirishima good luck against the storm that’s brewing in Izuku’s kitchen.

“Deku,” Katsuki says.

Deku stops. The calm only lasts for a few minutes before he starts up again.

“Deku,” Katsuki repeats.

“Right,” Deku says and stops tapping his feet again. A few minutes later, his fingers start tapping very slowly, very silently against the table.

Katsuki endures it. It’s really not as bad as the restless legs. Only, a few minutes later, Deku can’t help but start up with his right foot again. It drives Katsuki up the wall, especially when they are sitting in the living room and studying for their exams, like today.

“You’ll bring down the whole apartment.”

“I know. It’s just...” Deku mutters, stops his feet for a few minutes and starts biting at his nails instead.

Katsuki is well aware that Deku just can’t stay still when he’s forcing himself to read boring stuff. He knew it before they moved in for university and he knows it now. It doesn’t help his annoyance. He dislikes the nail biting the most. So he reaches over to pull Deku’s hand away from his mouth and puts it onto the table.

Then he gets up, retrieves that weird thing from his room and comes back to a Deku who looks at him apologetically. “I’m tryi-”

Katsuki throws the toy at Deku and the nerd catches it before it hits him in the face. Then he stares at it before he stares at Kacchan and then back at the toy again. He’s about to say something when Katsuki cuts him off.

“Kota recommended it. Apparently it worked for his friend.”

“Isn’t this one of those pop it toys from tiktok?” Deku asks, already pressing his fingers into it.

“How would I know? He said it might help with your stimming,” Katsuki explains and sits back down to concentrate on his work.

Deku doesn’t immediately go back to studying. Instead he fools around with the toy until he’s bored enough to go back to his work.

There is a lot of popping but no tapping or nail eating. It’s still a little bothersome but at least it doesn’t shake the whole table and keeps Deku’s fingers bloodless. On a really bad day, Deku bit his finger bloody and didn’t notice until Katsuki grabbed his hand and shoved him into the bathroom to wash the wound.

He’ll need to thank Kota later.

Sometimes Deku forgets the toy in the living room where Katsuki stumbles upon it. On days like those, Katsuki claims Deku’s spot and starts playing around. It’s weird and too colourful but it’s okay, Katsuki thinks.

And pop it goes.

Deku has many weird habits. The one Katsuki absolutely can’t stand though, is him walking into the kitchen, ready to eat and then just giving up on the idea of food.

It’s fucking weird because he will observe Katsuki eat and be totally unmotivated to make something for himself or eat anything already ready. He just stares and makes Katsuki really uncomfortable. Like right now.

“Stop staring and eat some food,” Katsuki says, eating the salad he made earlier.

Deku sighs, tabs his forehead against the table and mutters, “I’m not really hungry though.”

“You never are. Until you’re two seconds away from collapsing because the way you feel hunger is fucked up,” Katsuki tells him. He’s been in this situation enough to know exactly what Deku will say next. At this point, it’s just a repeat of previous conversations.

“But I don’t know what to eat.”

“The kitchen is full of food.”

“It’s all-”

“So boring. Yeah, I know. You mentioned it before,” Katsuki interrupts him. “Everything is boring and bland and you just can’t be bothered. Instead you’ll sit there and creepily stare at me.” Katsuki slams his empty bowl down on the last word and smacks Deku on the head.

Deku pulls back, looking peeved. “I hate it when you do that.”

“And I hate it when you rub your face all over the kitchen table,” Katsuki retorts and opens the refrigerator. He takes out some spicy peppers and tomato paste. “I’m making spicy noodles. Don’t move your ass.”

Deku immediately perks, Katsuki’s earlier offence forgotten. “Are you sharing?”

“If I don’t, you’ll go hungry until you feel faint. Again. This ain’t the first time you pulled this shit, Deku. Saying food is boring, skipping meals and only forcing yourself to eat when hunger burns a hole into your stomach ain’t normal.”

“I don’t do that,” Deku protests but Katsuki isn’t listening anymore.

So Deku sits on the stool, pouts and waits for Katsuki to finish up.

Deku doesn’t even really like spicy food but on days like today, it’s either super spicy, super sweet or nothing at all.

At least spicy food is Katsuki’s favourite.

“I refuse to go,” Kacchan says, coat in his hands. He’s been standing in the doorway ever since Izuku reminded him of their appointment and refused to go anywhere.

“Please get dressed, Kacchan. We are going to be late,” Izuku says as he passes by him to get his wallet. Because of all this complaining, he’s to go back to his room for the third time already, to pick up stuff he forgot. First his keys, then his phone and now his wallet.

“You made that appointment without my approval. Go yourself,” Kacchan exclaims and pushes the coat back into Izuku’s hands when he gets back.

Izuku sighs, takes the coat and wrestles Kacchan’s arms into it. “Come on. We’ll be back in one hour and you can complain as much as you want to.”

“I refuse,” Kacchan bites out, putting up a real fight. Pulling and pushing his hands out of Deku’s grip. Deku finally gets one arm into the coat, when he gets pushed off and almost falls onto his butt. “I totally kill all the damn bacteria but that asshole tells me I do it wrong anyway. What the fuck does he know anyway?”

“You kill the bacteria, alright. But you also kill the tooth enamel which you aren’t supposed to rub off,” Izuku repeats again, with patience he doesn’t actually have. He huffs, throws Kacchan’s coat at him and goes to put on his shoes. “You’ve been brushing your teeth carefully lately. Don’t you want to rub it in his face, that your teeth are perfectly fine now?”

“My teeth have always been perfectly fine,” Kacchan replies, coat still in his hands. But at least he’s not gritting his teeth anymore. That’s another thing the dentist told him to avoid. The comment had Kacchan immediately grit his teeth at him.

“You’re right. And it’s time the dentist realises this, too. Let’s go, Kacchan.”

Kacchan throws his coat at Izuku, bends down to put his shoes on and complains the whole way to the dentist. “I’m only going because they blacklist patients who miss their appointments.”

“Right,” Izuku says and can’t help but smile.

“And to show off my teeth,” Kacchan says, grin showing off said sharp teeth.

Izuku holds his laughter in because if he laughs now, Kacchan will direct all his irritation at him. Kacchan really makes it difficult though, with the continued complaining.

Kacchan fights with the dentist again. Their doctor is pretty chill about it and hands him a lollipop, telling him to brush his teeth softly after eating it. Kacchan bristles and is ready to start an argument when he abruptly gets shoved out of the examination room by one of the nurses. At this point, the whole dental clinic is used to his antics.

Izuku can’t help but secretly snicker into his hands. His own teeth are looking perfectly fine and he leaves with an easy smile and a Kacchan, who angrily bites his lollipop into little pieces.

He doesn’t brush his teeth softly afterwards. But it’s a close thing.

Izuku’s mother visits on a cold Sunday afternoon. Izuku sticks to her like a moth to a flame. He doesn’t get to visit his mother as much as he would like and she can only visit every now and then with her job being so busy.

He misses her like he misses a limb. It’s exhausting, living without her. Living with Kacchan is anything but easy. They fight and bicker and knock heads. Sure, it’s fun as well and they get along even with all the bickering and sometimes, it’s even pretty nice but nothing is quite like his mother brushing her hands through his hair and hugging him close.

It’s only a little embarrassing when Kacchan walks in on him telling his mother all about his lectures, head in her lab while she slowly scratches his scalp, other hand on his shoulder as she attentively listens. But not even that embarrassment stops him from pretending to be a cat in his mother’s embrace.

Izuku doesn’t want to let her leave, wants to jump into her pocket and follow her home but he has to study for the exams starting next week and she has to go because of work on Monday.

He whines a little, gets a kiss and sees his mother off with a soft smile. When he gets back to his apartment, Kacchan is standing in the kitchen, a bowl of Izuku’s mom’s food in his hands.

He gives Izuku a truly ugly grin when he sees him and says, “fucking baby.”

Izuku refuses to have his mood ruined by him. So he only throws the pop it toy at him, takes the bowl out of his hands, runs out of the kitchen as Kacchan gives chase and tries to finish the food before Kacchan can get it back.

The food ends up wasted on the ground. Kacchan complains about wasted food the whole time they clean up and Izuku feels extremely guilty at having tripped over the toy he threw and having wasted his mother’s food.

He calls her later that night and complains about Kacchan. She laughs at them, tells him to play nice and promises to visit more often.

Izuku sleeps with a smile.

Kacchan is an early sleeper and an early riser, even though he’s really not a morning person. He’s got real difficulties with waking up early but he suffers through it every day. He says it’s important for his routine.

And like clockwork, once the clock hits 10pm, he’ll start to droop, even if he tries really hard not to. Izuku observed it many times but it still surprises him when at exactly 10pm, Kacchan show signs of tiredness and then dozes off sometime in the next half hour. It’s very interesting and kinda hilarious at the same time.

Also, he’s a horribly bad sleeper. He tosses and turns in his sleep, always losing his blanket and ending up with an exposed belly and bent knees. So Izuku has taken to checking in on him before bed. If he can be bothered to.

Tonight is such a night again. Kacchan has an exam tomorrow so Izuku silently walks into his room, sees the blanket beneath Kacchan and his knees bent, struggles the blanket out from under him and then throws it over him before he reaches out with a hand under Kacchan’s knees and pulls on his calves.

Kacchan rights his legs, turns on his side and continues to snooze. Izuku sighs, pulls on the blanket until it covers his back and is about to leave the room, when Kacchan suddenly farts a huge one at him.

Izuku holds his breath, races out of the room and shuts the door before taking a big breath and shrieking, silently cause it’s the middle of the night, “Kacchan!”

Kacchan is blissfully unaware of his attack on Izuku and keeps sleeping peacefully.

Katsuki’s mother visits him on Wednesday, late into the afternoon. Katsuki really doesn’t want to open the door. He had an exam earlier in the day and he knows exactly which two questions he had wrong. He’s been thinking about it all day and really isn’t in the mood to entertain his mother.

But he also knows that he’ll never hear the end of it, if he doesn’t open the door. So he reluctantly opens the door and lets her in.

She looks at his expression, snorts and says, “don’t you look happy to see me?”

“Why are you here, old hag?”

She pointedly ignores his comment and walks right into the bathroom to wash her hands before she sits down in the living room. She drilled that into him, too. Washing his hands when he enters a house. And then Katsuki drilled it into Deku. It’s a good habit to have.

She looks around the living room, at the papers all over the coffee table and the floor, at Deku’s toy and the assortment of jars filled with nuts and other snacks around the living room. “Very… tidy,” she comments.

He snorts, throws himself down on the couch next to her and throws his feet up on the stool next to the couch. At some point Deku had dragged it out of the kitchen and placed it in front of the couch, to place his laptop on it, since they pushed the table farther away from the couch to sit on the ground and work from there.

They got perfectly fine desks in their room. Why they expose their backs to the pain of sitting on the living room floor, he honestly still doesn’t know. He'll figure it out later or something.

The old hag asks about his lectures, their living expenses and how he’s treating Deku. Katsuki complains about him, gets told off for terrorizing Deku and sulks the whole way through the dinner she prepares.

Deku gets back just when they are done eating. She sets the plates for him, pats him on the back and congratulates him for being able to put up with Katsuki. Katsuki kicks Deku beneath the table, gets smacked on the head for it and retreats to the living room to ignore their conversation.

She joins him there some time later and tells him about how his dad is doing. Katsuki listens resentfully. He dislikes how she treats him but is excited to hear about his father. When he hears that he got promoted, he grins. “I knew the old man could do it.”

His mom smiles at him, stands up, pats his head and leans down to kiss his forehead before he can evade it. He scowls something fierce, rubs at his forehead and doesn’t bid her goodbye even when she tells him to visit more often.

After she’s gone, Katsuki throws himself on the couch and lies there, staring at the ceiling.

So, he might be a little happy about her visit, after all. He’s even happier to hear about his father though. And the food was delicious.

When Deku leaves the room and sees him on the couch, he comes to stand over him, grin on his face, one hand in front of his mouth and the other pointing at Katsuki. “Oh my, look who’s gone all soft and mushy.”

Deku runs and Katsuki gives chase. He gets him at the entrance to his room, pins him to the ground as he laughs and proceeds to hold him in a headlock and not let go until Deku stops laughing. Then he throws some papers at him, tells him, “it’s not me who behaves like a baby,” and locks himself in his room.

He sends his dad a congratulatory message before falling asleep.

Their exams are finally over and they are out with their friends, enjoying an evening of good food and friendly company. Katsuki is sitting with his group of friends, grumpy at having lost his side dish to Denki’s quick hands. The dish was gone before Katsuki could even react.

Eijirou offers him some of his but Katsuki refuses, eating his rice bland instead. The exams must truly have taken a toll on him if he let Denki get one over him like that. He vows to never let that happen again and then completely forgets about it when Mina starts talking about question four on their last exam.

Katsuki immediately joins the conversation, acutely aware that he wrote down the wrong answer even though he knew the right one. His suffering knows no end.

Somewhere behind him, Izuku is sitting with his group of friends and laughing about Iida’s horrible fate that morning, where he lost his glasses, forgot his spare pair, ran into a glass door and then ended up late to the last exam because he got off on the wrong stop.

Ochako can barely breathe with how hard she’s laughing. Shouto is smiling softly, something he does more and more often lately. Living alone has really done wonders for him.

At the end of the night, the group dissolves and Izuku joins Katsuki for the walk home. Neither of them say anything at first, until they are just about to reach their apartment. Katsuki plays with his keys and asks, “do we have bread for breakfast?”

“You toasted the last we had this morning,” Izuku informs him, smiling into his scarf. He had a great night, his exams are over and he’s going to visit his mother for two weeks starting the day after tomorrow.

Katsuki clicks his tongue and turns left instead of going straight forward to their apartment. He can’t be bothered to leave the apartment tomorrow. “I’m going to buy bread.”

Izuku joins him wordlessly, aware that he left his keys at home and can’t get in without Katsuki. Of course he doesn’t tell him that because he will nag at Izuku the whole way home but he suspects Katsuki might already know.

They switch between companionable silence and idle small talk until they reach their apartment.

Katsuki unlocks the door, kicks his shoes off and walks into the bathroom to wash his hands. Deku follows him in, takes his shoes off, and arranges both pairs.

“Wash your hands, Deku,” Katsuki calls out as he leaves for his room.

Izuku turns back to the door, the small smile still on his face as he carefully closes the door to their home.

“I’m on it,” Izuku’s calls back just as the lock turns with a click.

#bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #deku #kacchan #bnha #bnha fic #housemates

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