#I really wanted to cry but like AGAIN I WAS IN CLASS AGH

[lollytea]

Up until a month back I liked a guy. And I really liked him. But I found out he didn't like me back. I was really upset, but I didn't want to hold it against him, but then I found out he had a reputation of being a player (which, at our age of 14 is flirtatiously texting girls and then just. Ghosting them).

And I felt really upset. I began to question if he even saw me as a friend, and whether the way he texted me was even friendly. What if he secretly loathed me and was just doing this to get a kick out of it? What if he knew about my feelings and they were just a joke to him?

I wanted to cry, but I told my friends and my sister I was okay. But I wanted to scream. Its not my fault I was born ugly. It's not my fault my face makes me unlovable. And even though I wanted to distance myself from him I felt some sort of perverse pleasure every time he did something embarrassing in front of every one.) And that's when I think it hit me.

That's why I'm unlovable. I am unlovable because I'm a terrible person. My friends tried to comfort me saying that he's a shitty person who can't see my beauty/cuteness, but friends are obligated to say that. I wanted to believe them because they're all so beautiful, and they would never lie to me because they love me. But they deserve a better friend than me.

I want to cry because I want to experience having a whirlwind romance, and falling in love. I also know I'll probably never have that.

And AGH I feel so upset. Because all my life I've known I was ugly. But when this guy showed me attention, was nice to me, it made me feel special. Made me feel like I was having my own romance.

I hate it I hate it I hate it. I hate that I can't be loved, I hate my face, I hate myself for feeling these things. Last year when I suspected I began liking him, I told myself not to fall too deep, and here I am, ranting to you on tumblr dot com.

Lollytea, I love your writing and I love your posts. I love how confident you are of yourself. I'm very sorry for ranting in your inbox about my shitty love life, if this makes you uncomfortable, please delete it. But if you don't, I genuinely would like some encouragement. That my time for my own romance will come. That I will learn to love this face.

You're not unlovable. You're just 14. It just happens that being 14 feels a lot like being chronically unlovable. But no, that is not actually the case.

Maybe you've heard this a lot. And I imagine that it must be frustrating to listen to. That being a teenager just means your emotions are bigger and more intense than they will ever be in your entire life, so they're irrational and silly.

That's not the case either. Your feelings matter. And they're worth being listened to. But I do need you to keep in mind that the age range you're in right now is one of the most difficult periods of time that a human being will ever go through. Being a teenager is very hard. Being an adult is hard too. But me and every adult I've ever met would not trade it for being 14 again. No way in hell.

It does severely influence how you see yourself and why your emotions feel so strong and messy and all over the place. But I assure you that you're doing a fantastic job for a person in your situation. It's rough and you're getting through it and I'm proud of you.

Firstly, I'm going to say this quite bluntly but dont take it as me insulting them. Most of the boys in your class probably aren't that smart. And they are the absolute worst people to be seeking validation from. I promise that their opinion of you is not worth worrying about because they are...stupid, frankly. They won't be stupid forever. Probably. But being 14 is a weird age for boys too and they're quite mean for a while before they mature and chill tf out. Please try not to let it get to you if one of them doesn't like you romantically. I promise you it is not remotely a big deal. None of them have any idea how to be good boyfriends yet anyway.

No, you're not unlovable for occasionally having spiteful little thoughts about somebody who was mean to you. Everybody has those every once in a while. As long as you maintain some self-awareness and don't let cruelty consume your whole brain, having a few mean thoughts doesn't make you a terrible person. What WOULD make you a terrible person is external terrible behaviour. It's your actions that matter. So just be kind, alright? Be kind to your friends. Ignore the people you don't like but be civil. Don't hurt anyone. If you stick to all of this, you're golden. Considering that you already seem so self-critical of being a bit bitchy inside your own head, I think that's a promising sign than you won't do anything worse than that. I hope so anyway. Be kind, that's all you can do. Your friends love you. If you put your all into loving them in return, then you can have something so special.

You're not ugly, you're 14. Sorry, I'm getting a bit repetitive but I think it's relevant information to this whole situation. At the age you're at, your face is probably in this weird transitional period between child and adult so maybe that's why it might look "uglier" than usual to you. It might last a few more years but it won't look like that forever. I assure you that your face is beautiful because it's doing exactly what it's supposed to do. It's alright if you've felt ugly your whole life. The way you look at your own face is way more personal than the way you look at other people's faces. We don't really notice the flaws on others the way we notice our own. We're wired weird like that.

All I can say is hang tight. If you don't like your face then please try not to let it upset you that much. Your face hasn't fully developed yet. For the time being, you look exactly the way you're supposed to look and you're perfect. Let's see how it looks in a few years before we make any rash decisions about it being as ugly as you think it is.

Don't be hasty in the belief that you'll never find love and romance. I assure you that the age you're at is the absolute worst time to get a boyfriend and its perfectly okay if you don't experience it for another while. It's normal. You're fine. It's okay.

I know you want it. I know it sounds nice. And I promise that if its important to you, once you're older and the people you're interested in are a little smarter, you will have it.

I'm serious when I say that for the time being, focus on being a good friend. Focus on school. Focus on your own physical and mental health. Focus on your hobbies. Being wanted by 14 year old boys won't mean shit in the long run.

Things will be okay. You talk so much about how you'll be alone for the rest of your life. But your life has only just begun and you hardly know who you are yet. It's impossible to tell what will happen in the coming years. I promise that you'll be okay.

I know you came for me for reassurance but from that last paragraphs, I'm sure you're already smart enough to know the things I've told you. But I imagine that you just needed a second opinion. Take care, love.

[copingmechanism1899]

Sept 29, 2025

yiKes. I’ve been spending too much time around- around… I’m not sure who but sometimes without thinking, it’s just.. possible pickup lines running straight from my brain to my mouth.

Tell me why my RA came in for Touchpoints, and as she was leaving, told me Health and Safeties are coming up, I ask if the regulations have changed, and we joke about how you can’t have air fryers, anything fun, and she said “or anything that brings you joy”. And without thinking… I said “so I guess you’ll have to get out of here then.”

brUh. She laughed and said it was cute, and we went lurking separate ways… but damn. This is the first time I’me met her face to face. agh.

Anyways, debating if I should get food. Not really hungry and it’s already 8:47p. But like, if I get pizza now, I have it for breakfast tomorrow.

But I don’t know if I’m gonna want breakfast. Because once again, it’s a painting day. Technically 10-3, but I’ve gotta get there early to set up (there are 2 practicum coming) and it always takes time to get into the shop.

It’s so frustrating because our Production Manager (and asst. prod man) made sure to send an email to security (on Friday) that I would be in on the weekend, and that they need to unlock the scene shop and the film studio.

But I get there, and the security guard says that they have no note saying they can let me in, and that they need permission to do so. I show them the text that says an email was sent, and the APM sends another email (she’s on a train at this time). But I’m told that it needs to be a phone call.

So, 20 minutes after I wanted to start, I’m finally allowed up. And this is ridiculous because the same thing happened last week. Nothing is ever simple, and as I was leaving I was told to tell the PM/APM to call tomorrow before I come. So , they’re not going to get their email shit together then.

Whatever. Painting today was uneventful, the 2 practicum were quiet, and it was a little awkward for A (a friend who was on shift) and me.

B (who’s costume for this prod) stopped by, and we got a late lunch before I got back to painting after the others left.

I feel so… drained and on the verge of tears in tears. For so long, every part of this process felt so slow, but now shooting is in less than a week and nothing is how I want it to be.

We can’t be in the space because there are classes in the space during the day, and I’m busy during the week so tomorrow is really my last full day.

Which is messed up because we’re supposed to go out to get more set dressing on Tuesday. Technically it was supposed to be last Tuesday, but the elevator broke down so we got moved.

I don’t know the state of our floor “tiles”, and our double sided tape is both the stickiest thing and not holding up our pieces. So, not great.

I’m so nervous that something is going to go wrong, or it’s not going to be good enough. And it needs to go well. I have to make this look good or I think I’m quitting design altogether.

Big Fish was a disaster, the last film I was on looked like shit, and next semester is my last semester.

Do I want to do another school production? No.

Do I want to do Oklahoma (the rumored musical? No.

Do I want to complete with S (the only other scenic focus in my year) and win so that I’m doing the “biggest” show of the semester? Yes.

And there’s no guarantee that she’ll even apply. Maybe she’ll get an outside job and brag that she doesn’t need to do a school production. Maybe she’ll get it and I won’t. There are too many unknowns. But every production I’ve done here has made me feel awful, and I’m not proud of any of it.

I even joke that this director is the best one I’ve ever had because she hasn’t (directly) made me cry. And that’s a really low bar.

But whatever. The production is still making me miserable. And I have all day tomorrow to hide it. Practicum 11-3, key GG 2-6, and I guess I’m going to be 9:30-6:30 because we have to move everything out of the way for key GG, but then move it back later so it’s not in the way of the classes that happen during the week.

I ordered food. It’ll go in the fridge.

[sumicats]

ALIENATED

[ TAGS ] toxic dynamic, unreliable narration, manipulation, trauma, abuse of power, DEAD DOVE ; DO NOT EAT !

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CHAPTER 1 - A BURNING MEMORY

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ ﾟ ˖ song for this chapter!

Li's POV

"Hey mom, I'm back! Did you start making dinner yet?" No one responded. Weird. I went to the kitchen only to find it empty. "Are you guys home? Yuming? Mom?" I asked, again met with silence. "I brought back the groceries you wanted!" I yelled. Are they home? I took my phone out of pocket- I should probably call them. Before I could press call, I felt a tap on my shoulder. "AGH! Mom you scared me! Why didn't you reply?" I asked her. No reply. "Mom?" The house started to smell really weird. The air became foggy. I couldn't see her anymore. "Mom!" I cough from the smoke. "Mom, we need to get out! Mom-" She was burning. She was burning. I can't do anything- I can't move. It's like something was holding me back. "MOM!" I screamed. Why couldn't I move?! I stare as she mumbled something. I couldn't hear her. "Mom?" "It burns," she says, before the flaming roof collapses on her.

Rei's POV

i was greeted with a burst of flames and a blow of smog into my face, while the screams of agony echoed around me. the abrupt shift from the quiet, dark bedroom i was just into this tragic scene. little stray sparks from the inferno land on my white button-up shirt, leaving small burn holes. i walked toward the burning building, fully engulfed in flames, delicately stepping over debris and the remnants of this dingy home. as i cautiously approach the collapsed kitchen, i see the burnt remains of what i can only assume is a mother. 

the heat has reduced her once loving caring arms into a dark crispy layer… her wrinkly charred skin was barely clinging onto her flesh, her flesh barely clinging onto her bare brittle fragmented bones. her bones were exposed, calcified, and fractured. her corpse was crushed by the wooden debris of the ceiling. her corpse was basically fused with it. her corpse fused with the remnants of her clothing, obscuring her body. she became one with the place that will haunt her baby. the once tender and nurturing warmth of her could never be recovered. the feeling of a motherly bond between her and her baby could never be brought upon her son again, leaving him to hold onto the fragments of suppressed memories about his mother. “MOM!” i heard in the distance behind me. who is that? i turned around to pathetic crying mess of a boy.

… i don’t think i should be interfering. this was unfortunate timing for me to invade his little nightmare. i sighed, opening up the extraterrestrial portal back to the mortal realm, and away from dreamland. i go through the portal, which is covered by smoke. i step through the portal, enveloped by smoke. the screams echo around me, gradually fading as i pass through.

Li's POV

“It burns,” a sickeningly familiar voice says in my ear. She sounds so different, though. “MOM!” I scream, waking up from the nightmare. I clutch my shirt, slowly regaining my breath. I open my eyes to find my dog in front of me. “...Good morning, Benji,” I say, scratching underneath his chin. My smile fades when I hear my alarm go off—a reminder that I have to go to school today. It’s been—what, a year since I last went? A year since the fire. I shudder, pushing the thought away. I hurry to get ready, not wanting to be late. I put on a random red sweater and some green cargo pants. I brush my teeth, and comb my hair—making sure I look presentable. Wow, I never really realized how short my hair is now. I look so... different from last year. I glance at the time, 7:30 AM. I should be heading out soon. Finally, I pour Benji his breakfast and a fresh bowl of water. “See you later, Benji,” I say, petting him one last time before I walk out the door. As soon as I step outside, my phone rings. Who could be calling me this early? I pick up the phone. “Hello? This is Li.” “Good. You’re going to school, correct?” “...Dad?” I say, surprised. The last time I heard from him was when he gave me the apartment. “Don’t be late. Study hard,” he says. He hangs up before I can even respond. I sigh. In all honesty, I don’t want to go to school. I’m scared. What if— I take a deep breath. I can’t be freaking out already. I rub my fingers over my jade necklace, calming myself. I take one last deep breath before I start walking to school.

[ A/N ] hope u guys liked the first chapter!! it'll obviously get more in-depth from here, this is just the beginning of the story

we hope as this story progresses, our writing improves! ╰(*°▽°*)╯

[dilf-whore]

baby’s coming

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

genre: fluff

summary: steve stays by your side as you give birth to your first baby 

A/N: i got inspired to write this because of that one scene in vol 2 where steve talks about wanting to have 6 kids 😭 he’s so cute istg. i hope y’all enjoy reading this just as much i enjoyed writing it❣️

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You hold the dishes and put them on the sink. Starting the water, you rinse them off one by one. As you were grabbing the sponge at the side, you felt liquid pouring down your legs, you look down and see that your water just broke. You quickly turn off the water and put back the sponge.

“Steve! my water broke, the baby’s coming!” you scream.

“Oh my god the baby’s coming, don’t panic Y/N. I’ve got you” Steve who’s cleaning the dining table, drops the rug and immediately rushes to grab the hospital bag and keys - opening the door, the adrenaline rushing through his body, making him leave you behind.

You quickly go after him, “you fucking moron! you forgot about me”

“Oh shit sorry!” Steve goes back to you and guides you to the car. He opens the back door and carefully sits you down. He runs to the front and hop on to the driver’s seat, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, he buckles up and starts the engine.

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You and Steve got married after the events with vecna. You both realized how much you mean to each other and how time is delicate, so Steve decided to propose to you.

It was hard though at first, some people judged you for getting married at such a young age - you both understood why but you had your reasons and you were both sure that you want to be with each other for the rest of your lives. You both went back to usual, go to college and have fun like what college students do - just the whole married thing is what made it different.

You got pregnant, two years after you graduated college. It was a surprise and scary really, but you were so happy and you were both working jobs that paid pretty well - making your worries disappear.

You immediately told the gang about the news, and they were much more excited than you and Steve - giving all of their support as much as possible.

The kids made time to visit you every chance they get, they had hectic schedules because of college but you were grateful nonetheless. Meanwhile, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin visited you often and gave your gifts for you and the baby.

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On the way to the hospital, you were doing the breathing technique you were thought from the classes you and Steve took. Steve glances at the rear mirror and looks at you with concern “just breathe Y/N, we’re almost there”.

A few minutes later, you finally arrive at the hospital. Steve wraps his hand around your waist and you both rush inside. “she’s giving birth!” Steve shouts as you enter, nurses come towards the both of you and bring you to the delivery room. “Please let him come” you tell the nurse.

Steve follows you and hold your hand as you prepare to deliver your baby. The doctor finally instructs you to push, making you hold a death grip on your husband’s hand - he groans and bends his knees in pain. Soon he gets his composure back and focus on you.

“Get the fuck out! Agh!” you scream, sweat dripping down you face.

Steve kisses the back of your hand, “You’re doing great honey, just a little more. Push!”

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You wake up and spot Steve cradling your baby, you smile at the sight in front of you. “Hey” you speak.

Steve sniffs and go to you, giving you the baby, “That’s your gorgeous momma, Jack.” he sniffs again.

“He’s so precious Y/N, thank you for bringing this blessing to this world. God I’m still crying” He says, tears falling down his cheek once again. You look down to your baby who’s sleeping peacefully, tears forming on your eyes “hello there little one”. You gently run your fingers through his hair, “you got your daddy’s hair for sure” you say.

Steve giggles at your comment, approaching you and placing a soft kiss on your forehead “Definitely a good mixture of Y/N and Steve” he giggles. “That’s one down, five more to go” he jokes - earning a light slap on his shoulder.

Not long after, someone barges at the door. “Where is he?” Nancy rushes to you, followed by the rest of your friends. They all gather around you, shoving flowers and gifts to Steve - completely ignoring his presence.

“What’s his name?” El asks.

“Jack” you reply softly.

“Awwww” the kids say in unison. Jonathan takes his camera and motions the rest to move aside and stay away from the frame, “alright 1, 2, 3” and the camera flashes. “Hey what about me?” Steve complains.

“Oh yeah, sorry. Get in the frame” Jonathan instructs and takes a picture. “Now everybody get in” He says as he puts his camera on the table and sets the timer, he runs beside Nancy, “smile!”

click

You look at the people around you, your eyes land on each one of them. “I love you guys” you say. And finally look at Steve and Jack, “I love you”

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[shikai-the-storyteller]

Frick it YET ANOTHER KARMALAND LIVEBLOG TIME

THE VIDEO.... HE’S WATCHING IT!! HE DIDN”T IMMEDIATELY GET MAD AND TURN IT OFF

MAYBE WE HAVE A CHANCE MAYBE THERE’S HOPE

Luzu in the memory video: I just want you to be happy. Quackity: ...and that same day he betrayed me.

Quackity: I miss this version of Luzu Me: *BREAKS DOWN CRYING*

THE PHOTOOOOOOOO AGH

Quackity and Luzu in the video: I love you! I love you very much! Quackity: I really miss this version of Luzu to be honest

AH....

:(((

Quackity shooting the video when Luzu said “All I want is your happiness Quackity” AGH..........

oh frick that almost got me I almost teared up at that FRICK OFF, IM NOT GONNA CRY OVER YOUR LORE AGAIN (yet)

Luzu and Quackity are such good actors

MAN!!! HE CARES THOUGH!!! HE STILL CARES

He didn’t immediately get mad and refuse to watch it. He still cares. They both still care so much. But there’s so much hurt and anger that I’m not sure they’ll be able to have a conversation that could fix this

Quackity: I miss that Luzu, the one who wasn't corrupted. It’s a shame I have to kill him. KILLING ME WOULD HURT LESS

Quackity: When there's someone you can't help no matter how hard you try, you have to put them to sleep. UH. WHAT KIND OF PSYCHOLOGY CLASSES WERE *YOU* IN KING

“A cardinal rule in psychology is not to help the patient to keep paying you” WTF QUACKITY

Well Rubius certainly isn’t going to help with this situation

oh frick that’s true I wonder what Rubius would’ve thought of the video

Quackity: Rubius, where are you? I’m sad Isn’t it interesting how both Rubius and Quackity go to each other when they’re sad and lonely? :( Unhealthy coping strategies

WISH THIS WASNT TRUE lmao Rubius....

Isn’t that the horn Vegetta gave Rubius??

oh frick I just missed a big chunk of the convo frick

Rubius: The other day the lying detector machine was malfunctioning. Oh also i might have to put you in prison for seven days Quackity: Wait WHAT RUBIUS. YOU KNOW LUZU LOVES HIM YOU BASTARD DONT SAY THE LIE DETECTOR WAS FAULTY oh wait he was probably talking about the faking the election thing PFT. I SWEAR I DONT HAVE A ONE-TRACK MIND

Rubius: I have to gain Luzu’s trust Quackity: I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT HIM RIGHT NOW! AGH. PAIN. But I do wonder what Rubius is planning

I love that Rubius put him in jail but he didn’t take away Quackity’s gun

LMFAO

Not Rubius and Quackity having to Roleplay “bad cop beating up a prisoner” rn BRO...

Rubius: *threatening to hit him, roughing him up, being a masochist* Quackity: 😏 QUACKITY. WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.

well the Rubuckity fanartists are gonna have a field day with that

Rubius: Who's your leader?? Quackity: God's my only leader! Rubius: No! Luzu is your leader!! QUACKITY HAS BECOME CHRISTIAN /j

Rubius: To the dungeon!! Quackity: Yeah? I bet i can last longer down there than you did on that soccer match THAT”S BELOW THE BELT QUACKITY LMAO

WHAT DID QUACKITY SAY??? PARDON???

lmao the windows sound

Rubius rn be like

OH HE SHOT A MINION UH OH

He’s gay, depressed, and STUPID

Rubius: IT”S OK I”LL TRY AND BUY HIM OFF Rubius: *offers to give the minion a lapdance*

IT”S LITERALLY “DUMB AND DUMBER” WHEN RUBIUS AND QUACKITY ARE TOGETHER. They’re literally two of the most intelligent manipulative strategic people but as soon as they’re together they have 0 braincells

Quackity: I’ll kill him! Rubius: I CAN’T HE’S IMMORTAL, I DONT KNOW WHAT LUZU IS FEEDING THEM PFTTTT

Wow they trapped him in an eternal death / revive loop that seems INFINITELY worse

Man I wish I knew Spanish I’m missing so many jokes and I’m just sitting here fuming

Quackity: This roleplay is so exciting Rubius: That’s what she said I HATE HIM

GOSH

I CAN”T BELIEVE HE JUST “That’s what she said!” US IN 2022

THEY BOTH DIED. IDIOTS

AND AGAIN

Literally everything that’s green dies next to Quackity INCLUDING Pepe the frog

I know it’s a bit but Quackity screaming for Rubius to help him just reminds me of him screaming for Luzu to help him. I am in hell

Rubius and Quackity: *being stupid and being accidental comic relief* Me: *unfortunately able to make everything sad*

How the heck did Rubius manage to befriend this mob that killed them both like 10 times

Oh and it’s attacking them again LMAO

Luzu, watching Rubius and Quackity getting murdered over and over again by this mob from his mansion: And people had the audacity to get mad at me for saying I wanted to protect Quackity

Rubius: ATTRACT HIM, SEXUALLY ATTRACT HIM TO ME RUBIUS SHUT UP!!!!!!

Rubius’ coping strategy is automatically flirt, seduce, or flatter and it SUCKS

WH--

QUACKITY.

I hate when Quackity says something so Terrible that even I, someone with terrible Spanish skills, am like 😒 

Quackity: My mind is on automatic right now, it’s like a hamster on its little wheel That’s cute... but also he’s very right

These stamina jokes are frickin killing me

These two really are “Idiot Gays” representation

Quackity: Why did I spawn in your bed? Rubius: Because you like me. Quackity: Honestly, yeah. I do > Thinking about how Rubius and Quackity are able to rely on each other because there’s no feelings involved and they’re both aware of and accepting of each other’s worst traits and tendencies, and how they turn to each other for comfort when the people they’re in love with aren’t there for them > *dies instantly*

Rubius after Quackity broke his coffee machine: Why can't you be still for once?? We could do great things but no!!! 

Quackity: Do you sometimes feel like very dizzy and can't stop laughing?? Rubius: YEAH Quackity: Well I've been feeling like that this past 30 minutes

Luzu’s going to survive this frickin arc solely because Quackity and Rubius are too distracted and stupid to focus on coming up with a plan

FRICK I JINXED IT as soon as I said that they got back on topic

OH FRICK HE ACCIDENTALLY CALLED RUBIUS LUZU oh dear

LMAO THE ACCIDENTAL VOICE CHANGE

OH HE’S SHOWING RUBIUS THE VIDEO???

oh man that seems like such a personal thing to show Rubius oh man

OH HE’S STAYING OUTSIDE WHILE RUBIUS GOES TO WATCH IT? or no he just wanted Rubius to hear it

Oh

OH

OH MY GOSH

Minions, blocking Quackity from entering Luzu’s house Quackity: Henchmen, you know I'm Luzu's lover, don’t do anything to me

I CRAVE DEATH!!!!!!

Quackity: Rubius, I have a confession. Me and Luzu are no longer friends. Rubius: Yeah I could tell LMFAO QUACKITY. THAT KINDA GOES WITHOUT SAYING

Rubius cracks me up I want to see fanart of that

Quackity: I have a proposal. Help me kill Luzu. Rubius: Killing him would be a gift. I want him to suffer. Quackity: Rubius, I understand that killing him would be a gift, but in honor of all our years of friendship that's the last gift I can give him 

OH. HE CAN’T KILL HIM. No matter how furious Quackity is he can’t kill Luzu he can’t kill him I FRICKIN CRAVE DEATH

HE’S STILL PLANNING ON KIDNAPPING THE KIDS NOOOO

well better than killing them I guess

OH NO HE DOES PLAN ON KILLING THE KIDS, FRICK

He told Rubius he had illegitimate children with Luzu AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I mean is it more or less fricked up that Quackity plans on killing them if he also claims them as his AND Luzu’s kid

OH MAN Rubius found out Luzu killed Osito Bimbo and he's going to kill Luzu for killing one of his own OH FRICK

Rubius: I’ll gain his trust, and once that day comes, his death will come.

the question is though: will Vegetta stand by Luzu’s side? And if so, what does that mean for Rubius? What will he do if Vegetta tries to get in the way of his and Quackity’s revenge?

LITERALLY. YOURE SO RIGHT ANSU

Wait I completely missed that WHAT ABOUT TITI

THEY”RE SO STUPID I LOVE THEM

Quackity: Rubius, would you betray me? Rubius: No. I’m doing all this just to mess with Luzu

Oh Quackity was saying he can go after Titi if Rubius betrays him? Or is he saying he can help Rubius get Titi (the real Titi) back?

ARE THEY GOING TO MANIPULATE SAPO PETA INTO HELPING THEM WITHOUT REALIZING IT??? awh oh noooo oh nooo not Sapo Peta :((( He’s such a kind person he’ll feel so sad and so used, and he wants Luzu and Quackity to get back together. If he’s the reason Luzu gets hurt or is part of the reason Luzu dies, he’ll never forgive himself

Rubius: I have a lot of trust in Sapo Peta Me: *SOBS*

I love Sapo Peta

Quackity: I'll find a way to bring Titi back. If Rubius doesn't betray me, I'll give him Titi back. If not, I'll kill him

Quackity: I will seduce Sapo Peta and I will make him bring back Titi Rubius: If that means you trust me then it's fine, because I didn't understand what you meant by all that. NOOO THAT”S JUST AS BAD STOP PLAYING WITH POOR SAPO PETA’S HEART LIKE THIS

Quackity rummaging thorugh Rubius' chests: YOU HAVE SO MUCH STUFF!!!! Rubius: Well if you played Minecraft instead of f**king around-- LMAO GETTEM

Quackity broke a vase and was like “I BREAK EVERYTHING I TOUCH” noooo baby boy nooooo that’s the trauma talking

Quackity: I destroy everything I touch! Rubius: It's amazing, man, I don't know how you do it RUBIUS YOURE NOT HELPING

Rubius: No, Vegetta can’t help us. There was...a situation the other day. I married Lolito because Vegetta deserves better Quackity: you WHAT

Quackity: Vegetta must hate you now Rubius: ... I’m just saying I wouldn’t trust him to help us :((( consequences of your actions

Rubius: Vegetta is dangerous YEAH HE SURE FRICKIN IS. HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE YOUR DEMIGOD EX-BOYFRIEND SCORNED

“I’m hated by Vegetta. I disgust him” I feel bad for Rubius but also CANT BLAME VEGETTA FOR THIS ONE KING

EXACTLY!!! EXACTLY!!! GLAY IS RIGHT RUBIUS IS A HYPOCRITE

Quackity: I’ll get Illojuan to help us. I’ll make him play a whole week in Karmaland Rubius: If you manage that it’ll be an even greater achievement than killing Luzu LMFAO

oh is he teaching Quackity Illojuan’s accent? That’s genuinely so cute ... awh

THIS IS CUTE AWWWW

Rubius is Polish??? Or Norwegian?? Oh I suddenly understand all the jokes now, I was wondering why everyone kept affectionately calling him a Norwegian rat

Rubius did NOT just offend Mexican street food I’LL KILL HIM

Quackity: When will you come back to Mexico? Rubius: When everyone forgets this cancellation, just like they already forgot I’ve already visited Mexico PFTT alright that got a laugh out of me

Quackity: Once a friend of mine asked about you!! He asked what was going on with you AND I DEFENDED YOU!! DRAG HIM QUACKITY

OH THIS BASTARD DID *NOT* JUST MAKE A JOKE ABOUT PEOPLE SAYING HE’S MORE MEXICAN THAN QUACKITY

QUACKITY IF YOU MURDER HIM LIVE ON STREAM WE”LL ALL BE YOUR ALIBI, NONE OF US WILL TALK. RIP HIM A NEW ONE

Quackity forgives BUT I SURE DONT, IM GONNA START BITING

I’ll leave my commentary there for today since they wrapped up the lore, but mannn. That was. A lot.

We had Quackity accept he’s sad and misses Luzu, accept he had children with Luzu, and accepted he and Luzu were lovers. That was. SO MUCH TO TAKE IN.

But the biggest thing is he can’t kill Luzu. He asked Rubius to do it for him. I really didn’t expect that, and it says a LOT about them and their relationship (both Q and Rubius’ and Q and Luzu’s). Agh.

[intheticklecloset]

The Great Academia Road Trip, Part 4 (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Summary: When Kaminari flees from the friends he's playing cards with during a game night at a hotel, their ensuing chase and tickle attack leads to a conversation the electric blonde never knew he needed to have.

A/N: I really like this one because I think it highlights the importance of having conversations about your wants and boundaries before entering play with others. Plus it's cool character development for these three, and I like that, too. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,293

Part 1

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“Uno!”

“Agh, seriously?” Ojiro groaned, glancing at Kaminari’s single card with resigned frustration. “That’s the fifth one! How many of these do you plan to win?”

“All of them,” Denki replied with a smirk. “Obviously.”

Shinsou considered a moment, eyeing his hand. He had a draw four card, but he also had the color in play right now. Plus that would go to Ojiro anyway, and he didn’t want to rob his friend of the chance to stop Kaminari. Any other card he played would leave it up to Ojiro instead. He could reverse it, but that only risked Denki having the color in play and winning the game.

Finally he huffed out a sigh and tossed down a nine. “Good luck, man.”

Ojiro groaned again, hesitated, then decided to draw. A relieved look passed over his face for a brief moment before the reality of his choice settled in. He placed the wild card on the deck and thought for a long, hard moment, entering a staring contest with Kami, who just smirked at him in return.

“…blue,” Ojiro finally said.

Kami sighed, reached for the deck…then lay down his last card – also a wild card – and threw his hands in the air in victory. “Haha! Fifth win, baby!”

Both Ojiro and Shinsou groaned loudly, tossing down their unplayed hands in defeat.

“What the heck, Kaminari?” Shinsou asked. “You’re, like, the king of every game I ever play with you. First Mario Kart, now this?”

Kaminari smirked. “I’m just that good, my friend.”

Ojiro tried to share a glance with Shinsou, but the purple-haired boy was already gathering up the cards to shuffle them again. The blonde snuck his tail over to him under the table, brushing it along his side gently. Shinsou jolted and shot his eyes to him at last, and finally, an exchange of information without words took place.

“You know, Denki, I think there’s one game that both Shinsou and I could beat you at easily,” Ojiro challenged, knowing their friend would take the bait.

“Oh yeah? What is it? Bring it on, punks – I’ll be happy to wipe the floor with you again!” Kaminari grinned, winking to let them know he was kidding. Mostly.

Shinsou took his turn to smirk confidently. “You’re awfully cocky for someone so ticklish, you know.”

Denki froze, eyes going wide. He looked between the two of them, then around at the others in their class who were seated at separate tables in the dining room, each playing their own card or board game. After a long travel day, their teachers had decided to let them have the night off to rest and recuperate before the next round of training in the morning. Though no one had overheard their conversation, if Ojiro and Shinsou started tickling him, everyone in the room was going to tune in to their game.

“Um…c-can’t we talk about this?” Kami tried, turning back to them nervously. He’d had a chance to tell his other group of friends about his preference for lighter tickles, but he hadn’t told Ojiro or Shinsou yet, and if he brought it up now it would just look like a cop-out. “Please don’t attack me with tickles right now. I don’t want everyone to see me like that.”

Ojiro quirked a brow, shared another look with his partner in crime, and hummed. “Fine. Then the game we’ll play now is ‘keep quiet.’ While we play this next round of Uno, Shinsou and I will tickle you at random, and you have to keep quiet when we do or you automatically forfeit the round.”

Kaminari didn’t like his prospects, but it was better than the alternative, so he nodded. “S-Sure. Fine. I can still beat both of you.”

Shinsou shuffled, dealt, and began the next round of play without a word, though he was smirking slightly. Ojiro played, then Kami, then Shinsou, and so on, until the sparky blonde began to wonder when the first tickles would come. The longer they played, the more nervous he got, until finally Shinsou moved slightly, and Kaminari leapt out of his chair with a yelp that drew everyone’s attention to him anyway.

“I haven’t even touched you yet,” Shinsou chuckled.

Denki backed away from the table, eyeing the dining room exit. “You said I had to keep quiet. You didn’t say I couldn’t run away.”

“Run away now,” Ojiro dared, “and we’ll hunt you down and tickle you whether others are watching or not.”

Kaminari considered for exactly one second.

Then he took off at a sprint for the door.

Lucky for him, they weren’t allowed to use their quirks in the hotel, otherwise he knew either one of them would have caught up with him immediately. As it was, Ojiro had to let his tail drag behind him and Shinsou couldn’t use his binding cloth to lasso him, so they all ended up running to the nearest set of stairs, darting up them as fast as they could. Kaminari’s heart was racing and the sounds of the chase were freaking him out, but he was determined to at least make it back to the room they were sharing for the night before anything went down.

Finally they reached the fifth floor, and Denki bolted into their blessedly empty room, Shinsou and Ojiro hot on his heels. Shinsou had the presence of mind to close the door behind them even as Ojiro tackled Kami to the ground and immediately started tickling.

“Be gehehehehehentle – be gehehehehentle, plehehehehease!” Denki shrieked through his giggles, squirming and kicking already. He thought maybe he could toughen up and take the harsher tickles he knew were coming his way for running, but now that he was here, he knew he couldn’t, and he hadn’t talked about a safe word with either of these friends yet, so he had to get the words out now. “No hahahahahahard tihihihickles, please! I’m seheheheheherious!”

Ojiro kept him pinned to the floor but eased up on his attack slightly, eyeing his friend with curiosity. “Hey…you okay, man?”

Shinsou knelt beside them both.

“I don’t care if you tickle me,” Denki said in a rush, embarrassed, just wanting to get it over with. “Just please don’t tickle hard. I don’t – I don’t like being made to scream and beg. I just want to laugh.”

Ojiro opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could, Shinsou reached over and began carefully poking and prodding at Kami’s side and ribs. “Gentle tickles. You got it.”

Denki flopped onto the floor, out of breath from running so fast and now giggling quietly at the light touches, but his smile was genuine, and both of his friends could see it.

“You like soft tickles, huh, Denki?” Ojiro teased, carefully straddling him and motioning for Shinsou to take his arms. Once his torso was exposed, the blonde scribbled his fingers over his belly and hips. “Wouldn’t have thought you were the type.”

“I would’ve,” Shinsou said quietly. “I’ve spoken to some of our other mutual friends, and they told me you’re more ticklish than Midoriya. Knowing that, and knowing your personality, I assumed that if you liked tickling at all you’d probably like softer tickles due to your sensitivity.” He hummed. “Truthfully, I’m surprised Todoroki can stand being tickled like you tickled him earlier. He seems pretty sensitive himself.”

Kaminari giggled helplessly beneath them both, flushed red from Shinsou’s casual observations about how ticklish he was. He arched his back when Ojiro got a little too close to his waistline. “I c-cahahahahahan’t hehehehelp it,” he whined. “I juhuhuhuhust can’t tahahahahake anything rohohough.”

“Who said anything about helping it?” Shinsou asked.

“Yeah.” Ojiro smirked. “Everyone has their preferences. Even Kirishima has his limits, and we all know he loves being tickled until he’s screaming and crying. It’s all good, Denki. If you just want gentle tickles, we’ll tickle you gently. Doesn’t mean we’ll go easy on the teasing, though~”

Denki whined again. “Nohohohohohohoho, no teheheheheasing…” But he obviously didn’t mean it.

For the next several minutes the two of them tickled Denki into a happy, giggly stupor – so much so that at some point he even stopped resisting the teasing. He just let it all wash over him, let it consume him, let it take him to an elated plane of existence.

Then Ojiro’s tail brushed over his kneecaps, and he jolted right back down to Earth. “No! Nohohohoho, not the knehehehehehees!”

Ojiro lifted his tail. “Sorry. I promise I’ll be really soft, but if you’d rather not mess with that spot at all, I’ll leave it alone.”

Kami couldn’t stop giggling for Shinsou’s fingers in his underarms, but he took a moment to consider before replying. “G-Gehehehehentle,” he said at last, blushing. “My sahahahahafe word is rehehehehed.”

“A safe word?” Ojrio asked.

Shinsou nodded. “That’s a good idea, actually. I should have one of those.”

“Eheheheheveryone should. I t-thihihihihihink mohohohohost of us hahahahahave one if we’re tihihihihihickled enough for it to mahahahahatter.”

“Okay, red means stop for real. Got it.” Ojiro let his tail begin brushing over Kami’s kneecaps again, making the blonde arch his back with a squeal, giggles already bordering on laughter just from the lightest touch. “You okay?”

“Yehehehehehehehes!” Denki whimpered, grinning widely despite himself. “I’m okahahahahay!”

Shinsou took the opportunity to move down to his ribs while Ojiro let his tail brush a little more over his knees, making the blonde sputter and laugh and squirm beneath them.

“Frick, it tihihihihihihickles – it tickles so muhuhuhuhuhuch!” Kami squealed. “How dohohohoes eheheheheveryone do thihihihihis?!”

“What do you mean?” Ojiro asked.

“D-Deheheheheku and Tohohohodoroki and Kirishimahahaha – all of thehehehehem can take beheheheing tickled on their wohohohohorst spot for wahahahay longer than mehehehehe! How do thehehehehey do it?!”

“They just have different tolerance levels, that’s all.”

“It doesn’t make you any weaker for not liking it like they do,” Shinsou added quickly, firmly. “Again, everyone has their preferences. You can probably handle softer, teasing tickles way longer than they can. I know for a fact Midoriya can’t stand being teased and tickled at the same time.”

Ojiro flashed him a smirk. “Had a tickle fight with Deku, did you?”

“Yes. He lost, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

Kaminari suddenly felt like it was all too much, and he called out the safe word around a mouthful of giggles. The others let up immediately, and when he sat up, he sighed heavily, feeling worse than before. “Part of me kind of wants to be able to take that level of tickling. It looks fun on the outside, but when it’s actually happening to me I just can’t stand it. It feels more like torture than fun and I always bail immediately.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with that,” Ojiro said firmly, grabbing his shoulder. “Just because a lot of others in our class like being tickled that hard doesn’t mean you have to. Think about Iida. He sits by and watches all of us laugh ourselves to death on the regular, but he never wants anyone to tickle him, and that’s perfectly valid. If you like it, you like it. If you don’t, you don’t. And it’s not like you hate tickling entirely – just the harsher stuff, right?”

Kami sighed. “Right.”

“If you start comparing your endurance levels to others in your class, then you’ve completely missed the point of tickling.” Shinsou spoke quietly but with conviction. “People tickle each other to make each other smile, laugh, and be happy. You can do that with soft tickles just as easily as hard ones. When do you feel happier – after someone pokes you lightly or digs into your worst spot without mercy for ten seconds?”

“Pokes me lightly,” Denki replied immediately, shuddering at the memory of the second option.

“Then that’s your tickle type.”

Ojiro and Denki both looked at Shinsou with blank stares. “Tickle type?”

“Yeah. Everyone’s got a different one. I like being tickled both roughly and gently, but sometimes I’m in the mood for different kinds. That’s my type.” The violet-haired boy looked to Ojiro. “You?”

“Um…I’ve never really thought about it,” Ojiro admitted, “but I guess…I’m only in the mood for it sometimes, and when I am I usually like to just go all-out tickle fight until someone surrenders.”

Shinsou nodded, looking to Kaminari next. “So, what’s your tickle type?”

Kaminari couldn’t explain why, but being asked that for the first time made him feel so much better, so much more confident and in control. “I…I’m in the mood for it whenever, as long as it’s gentle. I don’t like being made to beg for mercy or scream my lungs out. I just like being poked and tickled really softly. Sometimes for prolonged periods if I just want to giggle mindlessly for a while.”

Once he was done, Shinsou nodded again. “See? Three different people, three different tickling preferences. It’s not about how much you can take. It’s about how much you want, and what kind you want. All that matters is that you’re comfortable and having fun. That looks different for everyone. You should ask Midoriya and Todoroki what their types are sometime. I’m sure their answers will be really different. They may even surprise you.”

After a beat of silence, Denki offered him a smile. “You know, you’re wise beyond your years, Shinsou.”

“Thanks.”

Ojiro asked, “So have you had enough for tonight? Or would you like us to tickle you more?”

Denki flushed pink and averted his eyes, but replied, “I…wouldn’t mind a little more. Now that I’m feeling better about it.”

Shinsou and Ojiro shared one more knowing look. Then they wrapped Kaminari up in a tickly group hug that had him giggling and squirming happily for a long, long time.

~~~

Part 5

[bambino1294]

B A M <3 agh. where do i?? HOW? DO I START??? you are. so cool. i am just. Woah. when you first told me abt the classes youre taking and just like?? what you do?? i remember wanting to know As Much As Possible BECAUSE IT’S SMTHG THAT I WAS SO INSPIRED BY. i was like WHAT. im still so upset ill never have you as my english teacher but. I KNOW YOU’LL DO GREAT! and if you change your mind abt your career you’ll slay in whatever you change to! i just wanted to tell you that youve helped me so much? whether it be through texting me or the movie nights i was just. YOURE SWAG. END OF STORY. i hope youre doin alright bam and im giving you the biggest of hugs <3

brb sobbing omg

Bee— I just— you’re so nice and I love you and I would fight god for you wtf— INSPIRING??? brb crying again—

Though this does also remind me that I never said anything about the life crisis I had over the hell that was my second year lmaoo. I’m not planning on being an English teacher anymore (however if anyone ever needs any help I am always available <3) but I’m actually looking at going into publishing!!

Of course I wanna be a published author at some point, either through traditional or indie means, but I really wanna be part of a publishing house’s marketing or editing team because I just— BOOKS DUDE, THEY’RE SO COOL; I’ve already decided I’m gonna be one of @hella1975’s editors and she gets no say, you’re stuck with me for life now that you’re an irl 🥰

Anyway sorry for turning you’re absolutely sweet message into a rant about my career prospects lmao ~ I LOVE YOU BEE <3 <3

[johnsamericano]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 11:

ωσиg уυкнєι

23 days of NCT masterlist.

taglist: @notbeforelong @whathamelon @mrcarbonatedmilk @silent-potato @unknown5tar @ajhdr @curieouscapt

warnings: drunk y/n, this isn’t my best work so bear with me.

“Would it be too hard to focus on your work for once?” You huffed in annoyance, tapping his notebook with your pen.

“Yeah.” His hand rested on top of his palm, attentively looking at you with a child-like smile. “When will you agree to go out with me?”

“I've already told you a million times I'm not interested.” Your fingers angrily moved over your laptop’s keyboard.

“Give me a good reason.”

“You’re a player.”

“I don't do that anymore!” You hummed, eyes scanning the screen of your computer. “Let me take you out once, if you still don't like me afterward I'll stop insisting.” It sounded tempting, but he’d probably use some kind of trick to get you in bed.

“I'll pass.”

After picking up your things, you exited the library with him following closely behind. A high pitched voice stopped your walk, a girl approaching your project partner with a wide smile.

“I haven't seen you in ages!” She clung to his neck, the simple action setting off a small fire inside you. “You should come by my house someday.”

“I-I...” Lucas stuttered, looking in your direction only to see your back as you walked away from them. “I’m sorry, I need to go.”

It wasn't long until he was walking beside you once again. You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than following me around?”

“Not really. And who knows, maybe if we spend enough time together you'll end up liking me.” He laced your arms, not allowing get rid of his hold.

“As if.”

A few days later, Lucas showed up in front of your class with a colorful bouquet of your favorite flowers. ‘How did he even know?’ You looked at him with horror as your classmates started gathering around you, collectively gasping at his antics.

“Wait, don't run!” He chased after you while you tried to escape the expectant gaze of everyone. “Y/n!”

“Why don't you just give up?” He grabbed your open hand, closing it around the bouquet.

“Here, I thought about you when I saw them. They seemed like your style.” You looked at him expectantly, waiting for an answer to your previous question. “I simply like you, y/n. I don’t have another explanation to it.”

“Why me?”

“Why not you?” You clenched your fist around the bouquet, your other hand flying to grip his wrist harshly. “Huh?”

“You’re taking me out for dinner.” You said, hoping a date would finally put an end to his advances.

Four hours and three vodkas later, you found yourself sitting on Lucas’ lap, who had an amused, yet worried look on his face as you repeatedly tried to kiss him.

“Stop” hiccup. “Avoiding me.”

The pout on your lips was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen, which made him even more protective over your drunken self.

“I’m taking you home, give me your address.” He whispered softly, hand rubbing your back.

“I want to spend more time with you.”

He gave up after a few minutes of insisting, deciding it was better to take you to a hotel so you could rest. But how wrong was he. As soon as you entered the room, you started stripping off your clothes, Lucas having to forcefully put you to bed before you ended up completely naked. He picked up the clothes you left behind, neatly folding them and placing them on top of a chair.

“Lucas.” You whine for what seemed like the hundredth time in the night, struggling under the beddings that he’d tightly wrapped around you. “Please.”

“Go to sleep, y/n.” He murmured, tiredly rubbing his eyes. “I’ll take the floor, so please, close your eyes.”

“I will if you give me a kiss.”

“Can’t you settle for a hug?” There was a small, goofy grin creeping up his lips. “Fine.” He gave up as your face remained stoic.

You closed your eyes, waiting for his lips to touch yours, but it never happened. Instead, he kissed your temple, smiling at you before using his palm to close your eyes.

(...)

Little did you know you’d wake up in an unknown bed, head sore from drinking too much the night before and most of your memories missing. You were tucked inside the bedsheets wearing nothing but your undergarments.

“Shit.” Your head darted up, scanning the hotel room you were currently in. There was no sign of Lucas, whom you assumed had taken you there.

Did he take advantage of your intoxicated state? Had he deliberately offered you to drink? Thousands of questions ran through your mind, the booze from last night making your memory blurry.

You found your clothes neatly folded over a wooden chair. Had you done that before sleeping with Lucas? Had you even slept with Lucas?

“Agh.” You whined, screaming into a pillow, frustrated at your lack of memory.

He’d probably left after getting what he wanted from you. How stupid you were for thinking nothing would happen over a small date. Just as you were about to start crying, a loud beep echoed around the room, the door opening to reveal Lucas carrying your and his breakfast.

“Thank god, I thought you were in a coma.” He mocked, carrying the food all the way to the table under your confused gaze.

“What happened yesterday?”

“We didn’t fuck if that’s what you’re asking.” He smirked, enjoying your flustered expression a little too much. “You did try to get into my pants, though. But don’t worry, I tucked you in before you did something you’d regret later.”

“Did I strip off my clothes?”

“As I said, you were really needy last night.” You groaned, letting your head fall into the pillow. “Get up before your coffee gets cold.”

“Don’t boss me around.” Still, you got up from bed, the bedsheets wrapped tightly around your body to cover.

You changed back into your clothes, joining Lucas on the small table to have breakfast. He got you a white mocha along with a chicken sandwich, your favorites. Where did he even get the information on what you liked?

“So...you still don't like me?” This was it, your chance to get rid of your annoying project partner. But why didn't the thought sound so tempting as it did a few days ago?

“I think I'll need another date, just to make sure.”

“Are you sure you can keep it in your pants next time?” You kicked his leg under the table. “Ouch!”

“I suggest you stop talking before you lose all the points you gained with me last night.”

“So I gained points?” He looked at you curiously.

“Shut up already.”

[fabulouspotatosister]

just for a day

summary: What’s a little acting between friends? If friends was even the right word.

word count: (idk yet man lol ) 3,373

request:  Hello! I just wanna say your writing is absolutely amazing! If I may, could I request an 11 x reader where the reader’s friends keep bugging them to get a boyfriend, but they say they already do and they have to ask the Doctor to be their “boyfriend” (kind of like with Clara at the beginning of Time Of The Doctor) and eventually leads to feelings being spilt? If not, that’s perfectly fine!

a/n: this got WAYYY too long and for that i am so sorry lmao. i’m writing and posting this on the same day so if there are many mistakes or it doesn’t make sense that’s on me. anyway, i hope you enjoy this fic!

gif credit: @pavel-chekovs

~

“You’re back!”

 You’d expected screaming. You’d expected yelling, and a fair dose of pterodactyl-esque screeching from the students in your advisory class, but what you weren’t expecting was crying. And lots of it. Nearly every fresh-faced elementary student was in tears, some sobbing quietly and some full-on bawling as soon as you walked through the door.

It was nice, cute even, but honestly a little disconcerting.

 “Hi, everyone,” you said, shutting the door carefully behind you. The sight of their crying faces immediately activated your Parent Mode. “Are you all okay?”

 “Perfectly fine!” Marih chirped, president of the class and therefore a little more levelheaded than the rest, which earned her a handful of disagreeing sighs. “What? Guys, you look ridiculous crying,” she continued, as she wiped her cheeks with the back of her palms and gave you a toothy grin. “We’re just happy you’re here again.”

 You smiled at her, and reached out to pat the top of her head. “That’s great and all, but it’s like you guys haven’t seen me in ages.”

 A heavy silence fell over the whole class. You saw students shift in their seats and look down at the floor, suddenly very interested in their black school shoes. Even Jaden, the class’s resident troublemaker, didn’t say a word. Marih cringed, ran a hand through her long dark hair, and smoothed the front of her checkered uniform.

 “How long have I been gone?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. Marih seemed to cringe away at the question. “I thought I was only travelling for a week!”

 “Actually,” Marih said, stretching out the word, “you’ve been gone for three months?”

Your mouth fell open. You stared at her for a moment, dumbfounded, before you dug into your pocket and fished out your phone – she was right, it had been exactly three months and a week since you’d left the school to go travelling.

 You groaned. “Oh, I’m going to kill him.”

 By travelling, you meant time travelling and by him you meant the Doctor. The madman in a box that you’d run off with. You had let him turn your life upside down in the best way possible since he dragged you into the TARDIS, with his stupidly gorgeous smile and eyes and – you were getting off topic. Now you were plotting the murder of the man that you would consider to be the most incredible thing that had ever happened to you.

 “Hey, ma’am?” came a soft voice from the front of the room. Karyll, with her tied-back hair and glasses, looked up at you from her seat. “Why are you looking like you’re going to kill someone?”

 “’Cause I am,” you said cheerily, shoving your phone back into your pocket. Oh, you were going to have words with him, and they would most definitely not be nice ones. “Have I missed anything big? Were you nice to my substitute?”

 A collective wave of disagreement swept over the class, and you couldn’t help but let a smile slip onto your face. These were your babies after all, and if you’d really been gone for three months then they were sorely missing their Second Mom.

 Maybe the tears weren’t that much of a surprise after all.

 “Okay, good morning everyone! Now, if we’re still on schedule, and I really hope we are, we should be talking about integers…”

 The late afternoon sun drifted through the curtains of your classroom, filling the room with an almost hazy glow as you sat with your best friends in a haphazard circle of desks. Your kids had all gone home already, and a little pile of flowers and chocolates sat neatly on your shelves, right beside your lesson plan folders.

 Denise leaned forward to look at them, her curly hair falling over her face. She was the elementary students’ science teacher, and was so well-organized it was almost inhuman. She would have liked the planet where everything was arranged alphabetically, you thought.

 “I’m jealous, my students never give me gifts,” she said as she leaned away. “Sis, where have you even been?”

 “Long story,” you replied, and it was. You weren’t sure if you could fit everything you’d been through – travelling through time, going to planets lightyears away, and of course all of the near-death experiences – into a story that you could tell in under an hour, and you weren’t going to try.

 “And you’ve been travelling? By yourself?” Julianne, an arts teacher, raised her eyebrows at you from behind her laptop. “God, that’s lonely. Oh – unless…” Her calm expression morphed into something truly evil in your line of work – mischievousness. “Unless you had someone with you.”

 “I mean –” Oh no, this was going to be hard to get out of. “I mean, I wasn’t alone,” you said, hoping the smile on your face was enough to mask your utter fear. You knew exactly where Julianne was going and you hated it. “I was with someone.”

 “Ooh,” Julianne said, her grin growing so sly it was sending shivers up your spine. “You’ve been gone three months, has anything happened between you and your travel buddy?”

 Heat rushed to your face. If you were a cartoon character steam would be pouring from your ears. “Why would you say something like that?”

 Julianne shrugged. “We’ve been telling you to get a boyfriend for so long. You said you’d be gone a week, and then you disappear for three months… that kinda says something, don’t you think, Denise?”

 “Definitely.” Denise grinned, and you shot her a helpless look.

 “We’re doing this because we love you,” Julianne sang. The light from her laptop was enough to make her look absolutely menacing. “So? Travel buddy? Or more than that?”

 The Doctor wasn’t just a travel buddy, and he was so much more than that – but you hadn’t found the words for what he meant to you, at least not yet. Companion was enough for you and him, but even then, there was a weight to that word. And there was definitely a weight to your partnership, but you wouldn’t call it… dating.

 Julianne simply waggled her perfectly shaped eyebrows at you. You swallowed. You and the Doctor were a long story too, and Julianne wasn’t going to be happy with “maybe” for an answer.

 The words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. “Fine, he’s my boyfriend!”

 I want to crawl into a hole and die was your inner monologue, and your background music was Julianne and Denise’s raucous laughter. I want to crawl into a hole and never have to face the world ever again.

 --

 Smash cut to you, standing nervously in your bedroom, gripping your phone so tightly you were sure it was going to break. Your plans of killing the Doctor for dropping you off late would have to wait. The phone rung once, twice, and you chewed your lip. If he was in the Time Vortex, any version of him could answer the phone and you couldn’t deal with that on top of everything, not today at least –

 “Hello?”

 You heaved a sigh of relief at the sound of the Doctor, your Doctor’s voice. “Help?” you squeaked out.

 “Help?” the Doctor repeated. There was a blaring noise, and then the sound of electricity crackling. Something fizzled and popped, and the Doctor shouted something that sounded like a swear. “Oh, shut it – you – sorry, sorry. You were saying?”

 “Uh, where are you right now? Are you somewhere?” you asked.

 “I’m not somewhere, I’m drifting! Right above Earth, approximately right where you are,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice. It quelled your anxiety somewhat. “I’m doing maintenance. Agh – ow! I think I can see the roof of your house through the clouds, unless that’s someone else’s house. What color is your roof?”

 You giggled. “It’s brown. You’re in the same time as me?”

 “’Course I am,” the Doctor said. You heard the clanging sound of metal being dropped. “I never left.”

 The Doctor liked to run off on his own when you were home and have his own mini-adventures. He liked to come back and say he’d spent his time with alien royalty, or something like that. But instead he was staying put, he was waiting, for you. It made the next part so much harder.

 “I need you to be my boyfriend,” you said quickly, covering your burning face with your free hand.

 “Oh,” the Doctor said simply. Another clang.

 Oh? “Just for a day,” you coughed. “I kind of said that I had a boyfriend, and that he was my travel buddy, and now my friends kind of want to meet you. It’s my grade’s family day tomorrow, maybe you could, uh, show up?”

 “And be your boyfriend,” the Doctor said.

 You nodded, then, “And be my boyfriend. Just for the day. You never have to show up again.”

There was a beat of silence, and for a second you thought the Doctor was going to say no – he had every right to, of course, and you could just lie and say that he couldn’t show up – but the Doctor laughed, cheerful and warm. “Ding-dong! Okay! What time tomorrow? I have to study, I’m a bit rusty in places.”

 Your mouth fell open for the second time in twenty-four hours. “You’re serious?”

 “Very! Any pet name preferences?”

 You groaned loudly, and the Doctor laughed again. “Shut up!”

 “Alright, alright. Guess I’ll have to do my own research.”

 There was another moment of silence, and when the Doctor spoke again, it was much softer, much less playful. His voice almost sounded fond. “Goodnight?”

 “Goodnight, Doctor,” you said softly, and the call cut off with a series of short beeps.

 --

 Was it a surprise that you barely slept at all? You had spent the whole night with your imagination running at full capacity, your mind latching onto every single thought and concept it could come up with. You slipped in and out of sleep, lying still in bed whenever a possibility popped into your head. To say you were nervous was the understatement of the year – but what was a little acting between friends?

 If friends was the right word for it.

 You waited for the Doctor behind the school, leaning against the concrete wall and watching the TARDIS fade into this plane. Wind blew into your face as the TARDIS groaned and wheezed, eventually materializing in front of you.

 “I’m not late, am I?” the Doctor said, sticking his head out of the TARDIS doors. He grinned widely, his hair falling into his face. You grinned back at him and pushed yourself off the wall.

 “You’re early, which is a first,” you said. The Doctor frowned at you, stepped carefully out of the TARDIS, and frowned some more. “Don’t look at me like that.”

 “I think I’ve earned the right to look at you however I’d like,” the Doctor huffed, adjusting his bowtie. He’d ditched the tweed for the day, it seemed, going with a long green coat that annoyingly complimented his eyes. The frown didn’t last very long, though, because he went right back to grinning brightly at you. He held out his elbow in your direction. “Shall we?”

 “Here’s the lucky girl,” Julianne cooed as you walked into the empty canteen. All the tables were pushed aside to make space for all the games you’d be playing – in the corner of your eye, you saw the Doctor light up at the sight of all of the streamers and balloons. “And here’s the lucky boy – oh my god, Denise.”

 “What?” Denise popped up from behind a large speaker, then blanched. “Oh, now I’m double jealous.”

 The Doctor pulled away from you to lightly kiss both of Julianne’s cheeks in greeting. Julianne looked positively starstruck when he stepped back to stand beside you, quickly waving Denise over. Denise had her mouth hanging open, still clutching a microphone in her hands.

 “Hi,” you said, gesturing at the Doctor, “here’s my boyfriend.”

 The Doctor raised his hand and smiled. “Hello! I’m John Smith, lovely to meet you both. You’re my girlfriend’s girl friends, I assume?”

 “Uh –” Denise blinked owlishly. “Yeah, we are.” Then, quietly and to herself, “Holy moly.”

 You couldn’t help but grin at their flabbergasted faces. The Doctor rested his hand on the small of your back, and you leaned into his touch as if it was the most normal thing in the universe. That was enough to make Denise stumble into Julianne, who barely even reacted, as she was still staring wide-eyed at the both of you.

 “I think we caught them off guard,” you said. The Doctor chuckled and leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

 “You did when we met, sweetheart,” the Doctor said smoothly. Sweetheart echoed in your ears and bounced off the walls of your already racing mind. Your heart stuttered in your chest. That was bad.

 “Oh, are we doing charm now?” you asked. “Are you trying to be charming?”

 “I did say I would study,” the Doctor said.

 “You guys are insufferable,” Denise said, but she was beaming at you. “If you could get your hands off of your travel buddy for just a few minutes, I need help with the mics, the families are gonna be here any minute…”

 Her voice trailed off as she walked back to the speaker. You stood on your tiptoes to kiss the Doctor’s cheek, feeling his skin heat up underneath your lips. “See you later.”

 “…See you,” the Doctor echoed, and bent down to kiss your cheek too. He turned on his heel and walked towards the decorations, softly muttering, “Ooh, balloons! Love a good balloon…”

 You stared at him for longer than you should have, watching him poke and prod at the balloons lying on the tables. He put his face very close to one and smiled at his reflection in the plastic. Affection welled up in your chest, and a tiny smile slipped onto your face.

 “Look at you, you’re smiling at him,” Julianne chimed, sidling up to you and nudging your side. “That’s disgusting.”

 “Says the girl who said I needed to get a boyfriend,” you shot back.

 The Doctor went still for a little bit and turned to face you, smiled and winked, then went right back to inspecting balloons. Julianne made a strangled noise, and you made one too. So he was doing charm, and you hated to admit that it was absolutely working on you.  

 “I meant to say disgustingly adorable,” Julianne said. “You’re so lucky.”

 You gave him another glance as you walked away to help Denise with the mics – “help with the mics” was apparently code for “I’m going to tease you more about your new boyfriend”  which wasn’t helped by the fact that every so often, the Doctor would look in your direction and just smile, which was enough to make you stumble over your own words and give Denise more teasing fodder.

 The parents and their kids eventually filed into the canteen and you flipped into Teacher Mode. You stood next to your students, pinched their cheeks and then greeted all of the parents and got everyone ready for the program. (You didn’t notice how the Doctor mirrored you, standing a little far away and watching, a dumb smile on his face.)

 Julianne and Denise were the emcees for the family day, big smiles on their faces as they rounded up everyone for the games. At the mere mention of games, the Doctor was back at your side at an instant, his eyes glittering with excitement.

 “Please don’t destroy the kids,” you pleaded.

 “No promises,” he replied, and then proceeded to destroy the kids in most of the games.

 The first game had Julianne call out for whoever could bring an item of her choice to the table – the Doctor, with his coat that was surely bigger on the inside, had no trouble pulling out whatever was asked. Even when Julianne started to test the waters and ask for increasingly insane items, the Doctor just kept going. He jumped in joy like a little kid at the win, bounding up to you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You’d just blushed and smiled, ignoring the butterflies that were multiplying in your stomach.

 The Doctor holding your hand wasn’t new. The Doctor being close to you wasn’t new. The Doctor being affectionate with you wasn’t new. But now it was all under the guise of being your boyfriend. Of course it felt different, but to your surprise and growing horror, it didn’t feel bad.

 The Doctor shouting your name snapped you out of your thoughts. He was standing on a piece of newspaper as Denise started to get music ready, waving his arms to beckon you over. His coat was gone, thrown onto a nearby table, and even without it he was dashing.

 “I need you over here!” he yelled, still jumping excitedly. His hair bounced up and down with the movement. “I need a partner!”

 You let your feet carry you to him, trying to ignore the stares pointed your way. The Doctor took your hand in his and pulled you onto the newspaper.

 “Stay close,” the Doctor said. “I’ve got this.”

 Loud, thumping music filled the air. The Doctor spun you around and you squealed in surprise, moving your feet clumsily to the music. Suddenly, it stopped, and the Doctor pulled you back onto the newspaper. It was a tight fit, and you had to press yourself against his body to even stay standing. The butterflies in your stomach went crazy at the contact, and once again you tried to ignore that, too.

 “What did I say?” the Doctor breathed, his breath tickling your ear, his smile wide and manic. “Let’s dance!”

 The paper got smaller and smaller, and the two of you got closer and closer. Sweat started to bead on your forehead, and the Doctor had rolled his sleeves up in the middle of all the chaos. In the end, it was just you and another pair of parents, tiptoeing on their own folded pieces of newspaper.

 “I’ve got an idea,” the Doctor said, his voice loud over the music. “When the music stops, jump into my arms.”

 “Seriously?!” you shouted, and the Doctor nodded enthusiastically. “You’ve got the balance of a drunk giraffe! You’ll drop me!”

 “Do you trust me?” the Doctor asked.

 There wasn’t any question. “I do!”

 “Then jump!”

 The music stopped, and in the split second where the Doctor stepped onto the now-tiny folded newspaper, you ran and leapt. For a moment, it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to catch you at all, and in your mind you could already see it – you crashing into him and sending you both tumbling to the floor.

 The Doctor’s arms shot out and caught you. Cheers erupted from everyone in the canteen, and behind you your competitors both lost their balance and fell face-first onto the floor. You wrapped your arms around the Doctor’s neck to steady yourself in his arms, feeling him shake slightly as he kept you aloft.

 “We won!” you gasped, still basking in all of the cheering. “As expected from my lovely boyfriend.”

 The words left your mouth as easily as breathing. You smiled up at the Doctor, breathless from all of the dancing. His skin shone with sweat, his hair was a mess, and his bowtie was askew, but even that was enough to make you throw all caution to the wind – still in his arms, you pulled him down and kissed him.

 Cheers erupted from everyone again, but you could care less. The room could be empty and nothing would have changed. As cliché as it sounded, all the mattered was the feeling of the Doctor’s lips against yours. Your hands found their way into his hair and he melted into your touch, pulling you closer to him.

 “You know,” the Doctor breathed as he pulled away, “I don’t want this to be just for a day.”

 “Good,” you replied. You leaned up to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Because I don’t either.”

[lazychickensoup]

Do a daisuga (or whatever you want) hero/villain au were the super hero (daichi) and the villain (suga) are roommates but keep there "jobs" a secret so neither of them know that when they make up excuses to go out and fight their nemesis that the other is doing the exact same thing. After battles they go home and make up excuses on why they're covered in bruises and such, only realizing that they're fighting each other when one of them finally catches the other and pulls off there mask.

𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠

𝐴/𝑛: 𝑖𝑚 𝑛𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐼𝑤𝑎𝑜𝑖. 𝐻𝑂𝑃𝐸 𝑈 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝑈𝑇 𝐵𝐶 𝐼 𝐷𝐼𝐷 𝐴𝑁𝐺𝑆𝑇

𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑆𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜!𝐼𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑧𝑢𝑚𝑖 𝑥 𝑆𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛!𝑂𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑤𝑎

𝑇𝑊: 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑆𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒. 𝐴𝑁𝐺𝑆𝑇!!!

------

“Iwa-chan I’m home.” Tooru swings his keys around his finger letting it fly off into the miscellaneous bowl by their front door. He was met with silence meaning his roommate wasn’t home yet. He stretches and groans while heading to the bathroom to bandage up. Another day, another loss in his book. He doesn’t know how but his nemesis, Chroma, defeated him in every battle for the past 5 months. He was starting to get tired of it as well. He needed to figure out a way to defeat Chroma so he can show the world that the hero system is corrupted and broken.

“Oi dumbass I’m home.” Tooru walks out of the bathroom to greet his roommate. Both their eyes went wide when greeted with the sight of bruises and cuts all over each other.

“Hajime what happened this time? You never come home in this bad a state.” Tooru rushes to get the bandages and first aid kit. He sits Iwaizume down letting his fingers trace over each bruise examining them. Hajime cups Tooru’s cheek grabbing his full attention.

“You know firefighting can get rough, don’t worry about me. What about you though? Looks like you’re boxing matches didn’t go well today did they?” He kisses the top of Tooru’s head and grabs the bandages. Tooru stands up letting him treat a huge cut on the side of his torso.

“Never a dull day in the ring babe. Although my opponent was surprisingly strong today. Caught me off guard.” Hajime finishes wrapping the bandages and pulls Tooru’s torso toward him to rest his forehead on it. Tooru runs his hands through Hajime’s hair hears quiet sobs and tears on his stomach. They sit in silence for a while holding each other.

“You know I hate your job,” Hajime says lifting his head up meeting his lover’s eyes.

“I know. I would say the same for yours but it’s more respectable than mine.” Tooru laughs but Hajime’s face remains sad. “I’m sorry, I promise I’m fine though. I’ve gotten used to it.” He leans down to kiss Hajime. “Let’s make dinner. They had you out there late tonight.”

---

After they had finished making their dinner Tooru jumps on the couch and turns on the tv. Flipping through channels one by one he stops on a new report of the battle from earlier.

“Once again Hero Chroma has defeated Ero, but this time was much more intense than their previous battles. It would appear that Ero has stocked up on some gear that quite literally defies the laws of physics. It has been reported that Chroma once had trouble standing back up but powered through-” The channel had switched off.

“News is not dinner TV Tooru.” Hajime places the remote on the coffee table after turning on a movie.

“Sorry. Seems like that guy Ero really roughed up Chroma this time.” Tooru pridefully speaks.

“Yeah, it sucks though. Ero getting stronger is dangerous, Chroma won’t be able to fight him forever. I’m scared that if Ero ever wins, all hell will break loose.” Hajime sighs taking another bite.

“You think so, huh.”

---

“Agh! How the heck did he get stronger?” Chroma asked himself while dodging flying pieces on debris. ‘If I keep this up my suit will run out of power. We’ve been fighting for 4 hours and he can keep going. When did I become so weak?’ he thinks.

Ero continues to whip loose concrete at Chroma till one piece finally hits him. He jumps to victory and launches himself over to what he thought was an unconscious body.

“Well well, looks like our little bicker has come to an end hasn’t it, Chroma.” Just as Ero reaches for his rival mask Chroma presses a button on his upper chest releasing shock waves sending Ero flying backward. He catches himself mid-air hovering high above the buildings. Chroma flys up to him giving distance between them.

“Our ‘bickering’ won’t end till you are behind bars Ero,” he yells watching closely to predict his next move.

“Why would it be such a bad thing if I win? You’re getting weaker friend. Maybe under that mask is an old man. That would explain why you can’t grasp the reason why I need you gone. If that’s the case then why don’t I explain it in simple terms old man? See, I want a world that is disposed of hero’s, nothing more. No ruling the world, or having disciples. Just a world free of oppressing, high and mighty, people like you. The hero system is corrupted. You all want the glory now, you don’t do it for the people. That’s why you will be the first one to go Mr. “top of his class, high rankings at a young age.”

“Yeah, well for one I’m no old man, and two I vow not to lose cause I know if I do, all hell will break loose.” Ero quietly gasps at his last few words.

“I’m scared that if Ero ever wins, all hell will break loose.”

It was too soon to be a coincidence. He feels tears sting his eyes as he looks down. ‘Hajime?’

“Haj-” Just as Ero calls out Chroma slams into him. Forcing his body from high altitude down into the ground at impossible speed. As the dust cleared there was a crack in Ero’s mask. This time Chroma was the one reaching for the mask. He lifts it off to find a crying man. A man he had never imagined being behind that mask. His lover. Tooru Oikawa. Tooru stood there too shocked to move as he had already found out who his rival had been.

“T-Tooru, I-” he takes off his mask revealing himself. Hajime Iwaizumi. He drops to his knees with tears streaming down his face. His heart aches. Physically aches. “I loved you. I trusted you and this whole time you-” he couldn’t find his words.

“Hajime. I don’t know what to say either, but please don’t say loved.” his voice breaks and he takes deep and heavy breaths. The impact from being slammed into the ground did a number on him. He knew that the words he was saying now. The breaths he was taking. It’ll be his last ones. Hajime crawls over by his head seeing blood coming out of his mouth and nose. At that moment he had realized what he did. He cries out, starting to beg whoever was listening for help. There were news reporters and police but they kept their distance as told. Hajime strokes Toorus hair. “You know the only reason I started doing this is because of you.” Tooru croaks, coughing up blood.

“Wha-why for me.”

“Well not that I knew you were a hero, but when we first moved in together and you would come home all bruised up from “firefighting” I couldn’t take it. Me being under the impression that the only reason that was happening to you was because of heroes and their carelessness when fighting. None of them were ever held responsible. Every day I would wait on the couch for you to come home begging that whatever happened that day didn’t kill you.” he confesses reaching out his hand to hold Hajime’s face. “I’m sorry Haj if I would have known…”

“Shut up.” Hajime interrupts holding Toorus hand that was placed on his face. “Don’t act like a hero now you idiot. I didn’t need your protection. I needed you to be safe. This is way worse than boxing you know. Look where your stupid thinking got you. We need to get you to a hospital.” he cries harder holding on to Tooru’s hand for dear life. ‘I can’t lose him. I don’t care about what he’s done. I need him to be okay. Please stay for me.’

“Hajime, I love you. Please don’t blame yourself for this. Please move on and be happy okay?” with that Tooru’s body relaxes and his hand falls numb in Hajime’s.

“No...please...NO.” Hajime cries out holding Tooru’s body in his arms cradling him. He kisses his forehead and holds him tighter.

“...I love you too.”

---

After the fight was over and some questioning was done Hajime was finally allowed to go home. He enters the dark apartment flipping the lights on. He turns on the Tv and news headlines flooded many channels.

“Hero Chroma (Hajime Iwaizumi) Defeats his rival Ero (Tooru Oikawa) only to find out by the public that they were lovers. Many have mixed emotions about this situation. More on this later.”

‘Shittykawa. You’re such an idiot.’ he walks over to the fridge that had a note on it from Tooru.

‘Another big match today! Wish me luck my Iwa-chan. I love you.’ Hajime slowly peels the note of the fridge tears drips down onto the paper making wrinkled spots. Sitting down on the bed in his once shared room, he holds the note and a picture frame of him and Tooru doing victory poses from one of their games in high school. He stares for a while, not moving or crying just staring. He walks into the bathroom into the cabinets. He’s not thinking clearly, who would be at a time like this? He has a numb expression, body moving in slow motion, but tear still streaming down no sign of stopping. He mindlessly grabs a bottle and pours the substances in his hand. Looking at the picture one last time he smiles and whispers.

“We’ll be together soon my love.”

[ssamie]

two. sea of strangers

oikawa tooru x fem langa!reader

(hq x sk8 the infinity)

warnings: spelling mistakes, swearing, 2k+ words, u have langa’s blue hair sorry

gen masterlist.            “snow” masterlist.

"its really hitting me now!" reki exclaimed as he dramatically draped his arms around her frame "you're really leaving?!" he exclaimed as he eyed her countless luggage with distaste. 

"yes reki.. im sorry" she said as she held him tightly by the waist, keeping him upright as he slouches against her torso 

"man, you're really embarrassing" miya muttered out with a sniffle as he attempted to poke fun at reki. "crying and all.." he muttered as, he too, tried to contain his tears. 

"you're one to talk! you're gonna go all red if you hold your tears in!" reki exclaimed as he ruffled miya's hair through his hoodie 

miya grumbled but finally succumbed and fully latched himself onto her back, clinging desperately as he hides his face into her hair "if you leave you're gonna be demoted from heroine to slime" he meekly threatened as he weakly punches her shoulder 

"hm, then we won't be on the same level anymore.." she muttered back as she placed her hand on his head to comfort him 

"exactly.. so you shouldn't leave." miya huffed out 

"sorry miya.. but i have to" she frowned and met eyes with her mom, who simply gave her a reassuring smile in return. 

"there's really nothing we can do but hope for a safe trip" cherry chimed in as he plucked miya and reki off of her "it will be quite a loss but, she won't be gone forever" he said. 

"yeah, but behave out there, rookie" joe mused as he slung his muscular arm around her, making her stagger a bit "dont want ya getting into accidents and shit" joe laughed as he ruffled her hair with a soft smile 

"yeah, we'll visit you after you've settled" shadow said as he jogged over to them, just having finished helping nanako carry her bags 

"hey.." he whispered to joe as he nodded towards reki. joe immediately understood and pushed her towards the redhead. "well go on then, have one last hug with your dearest best friend" joe mused "maybe a kiss as well" 

y/n huffed as she covered her warm cheeks and sheepishly walked towards reki. "um.." she mumbled out, suddenly finding the words get caught up in her throat. "the plane boards in five minutes.." she said 

"i know" reki replied with a sad smile. "what should we do for those remaining minutes? i really don't know anymore" he chuckled 

"um.. what about.." she trailed off as her hands hesitantly met his. "..this?" 

reki blinked and immediately followed along. a smile slowly crept up on his lips as they do their signature handshake. she gulped as the heat on her face worsened by the second. by the time their hands would meet to make an infinity sign, she was fully ready to drop it and leave. 

though unexpectedly, reki pulled her to his chest and squeezed her tight, holding her by her waist with one arm, while the other reaches out to caress her hair. 

"bye, y/n." reki whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ears, making her already flustered state worsen. 

"i'll make sure to see you again. don't find a new partner while you're gone, alright?" he whispered 

though his tone was laced with slight doubt and desperation. she held her hand over her beating chest and nodded. 

"i'll never find someone like you, reki." she said with a tone of sincerity. "let alone someone better." she whispered with a love filled smile. 

reki smiled back and fully engulfed her in a bear hug, swaying their bodies back and forth as he dug his face into her neck 

she gulped and slyly covered her cheeks with her hands. she was most certainly in the verge of overheating from too much joy that had her heart pounding and her palms sweating. 

"oi, oi! don't leave us out!" joe chimed in with a laugh as he slung his arms around them both. "yeah, stop hogging her you slime!" miya hissed at reki as he greedily wrapped his arms around her waist

"hey, i'm the best friend! you're the slime in the situation!" reki hissed back 

soon enough, y/n was getting suffocated under five men who thought it was a great idea to stack themselves on top of her. "can't.. breathe.." she squeaked out as she tried to gasp for air

nanako watched their exchange with a smile of amusement. though they had to move along as to not miss the flight. "y/n, its time to go" nanako said with a smile as she grabbed her daughters hand. she waved at the boys one last time and walked away, with y/n beside her. 

"BYE Y/N, REMEBER OUR PROMISE!" 

"BYE REKI! I WILL!" 

"stop screaming at the airport!" cherry smacked reki's head with a scolding glare 

"ouch! sorry, geez!" 

"ah, the air here in miyagi is very different, huh?" nanako hummed as she looked around the empty streets surrounded by trees and bushes

"i guess so." y/n replied with a nod as she walked past her mother and entered the empty home.

the huge truck filled with their furniture and belongings was parked by their new home, with the men carrying them inside. nanako frowned and followed her inside. y/n simply walked quietly to her new room which was situated upstairs. 

as she arrived, she scanned the room, eyeing the bed on the corner and an empty closet on the other side. "hm." she hummed as she further inspected the place 

nanako watched in anticipation as dread and nervousness filled her nerves. "d-do you like it, sweetie?" she asked, her voice lightly shaking. 

"its okay." y/n replied as she dropped her bags on the floor. 

nanako sighed in relief and patted her on the back. "the movers are gonna help me fix this place up, so why don't you look around the neighbourhood for a bit?" she suggested 

"i might get lost" y/n said. nanako shook her head and handed her her skateboard "no you won't, it's a pretty small town!" she said "and if you do get lost, just call me or ask around, okay?" nanako mused as she urged the girl downstairs and out the door 

"but mom-" y/n couldn't finish, seeing as nanako had slammed the door and was waving her goodbye through the windows

"bye~ have fun~" nanako mused as she waved 

y/n looked back at her with a deadpanned expression and sighed. she got on her board and skated along the smooth concrete, looking past the fairly big houses and few cars driving by. 

"hey hey iwa-chan~ i came to pick you up for practice like the good best friend that i am!" a distant voice cooed out

"shut up shittykawa, it's seven am. you're giving me a headache." another voice, this time more gruff and annoyed, said. 

y/n hummed in curiosity and looked ahead of her. they were quite far, but their loud arguing could be heard a block away, so she didn't have that much trouble. "a ball?" she muttered to herself as she looked at the ball tucked in between the brunette's arms

"weird.." she mumbled before speeding up, not wanting them to see or interact with her in the slightest. 

"hm? are there new neighbours?" the brunette asked. "obviously dumbass. they moved in just a while ago i think." the other replied 

"ooh~ i wonder if there's a cute girl that-" oikawa cut himself off as he felt a gush of wind fly past him

he curiosly turned around, but was only met with a quick dash of something blue. "what is it?" iwaizumi asked him, confused as to why his friend suddenly stopped in his tracks for apparently no reason at all. 

"did you see that, iwa-chan?" oikawa asked him as he pointed to the next block, trying to show him the person, but all that was visible was them turning the corner and disappearing from their sight. 

"there's nothing there." iwaizumi said with an unamused glare "are you messing with me, shittykawa? it's so early in the morning please give me a break" he sighed 

"no i'm serious! there was someone there! i saw something blue!" oikawa defended with a shriek 

"shut up.." iwaizumi grumbled in exasperation 

suddenly, oikawa gasped and excitedly hit his arm. "do you think it could be aliens?" he whispered with narrowed eyes, while iwaizumi simply stared back at him in distaste. 

"shut up!" 

"school already?" she asked with a look of dread as she listened to her mother talk about her schedule as they sit on the dining table. 

"but its hard to make friends.." y/n grumbled out with a grunt 

"yes, sweetie! we have to get you settled in as soon as possible so you'll be more comfortable" nanako explained "plus you can make friends with kids there so you won't be alone all the time, don't you want that?" she asked 

"you and reki became friends pretty quickly, didn't you?" nanako mused "so i'm sure you'll be fine!" 

"reki.." she mumbled out as she stared down at her food with a sad frown, a gloomy aura suddenly surrounding her as she silently sulks. 

"ah crap, maybe i shouldn't have mentioned him" nanako muttered to herself, starting to sweat bullets as she tried to rack her brain for what to do. "a-ahm well!" nanako cleared her throat and shot y/n a shaky grin. "you're a very pretty girl! im sure people will be the first ones to approach you!" she said 

"so you won't really have to do any of the work" nanako reassured her "they're normally very interested in transferees especially since you're foreign." 

"okay then.." she muttered out, though she was still unsure. "im gonna clean up now" she said as she stood up from her seat and made her way to the bathroom 

"sure, but wake up early tomorrow okay? i'll help you get ready!" nanako called out, only to receive a faint 'okay!' in response. 

once she heard the bathroom door close and the water start running, she let out a huge breath of relief and slouched back on her chair. "AGH! i accidentally made her sad!" nanako exclaimed as she pulled don her hair in distress 

"should i call reki? her friends? what do i do?!" she shrieked out. she then looked over to the photo of her husband and sulked 

"help me oliver!!" 

"okay, hasegawa y/n-san, you're in third year class 6" the assistant told her with a kind smile "its on the third floor and the room by the stairway. it should be easy enough to find." he said "unless you want me to guide you?" 

"no, i think im okay." she declined with a quick bow "thank you though." 

"come in!" a voice called out from inside 

she kept her face straight and as she followed the directions, up until she reached the classroom she was assigned. "3-6" she read the sign. she then knocked on the door and waited patiently for the teacher to let her enter. 

she followed and slid the door open, closing it behind her and walking to the front of the class, all while keeping her eyes trained on the floor. 

"is she american?" "dang, she's pretty!" "i hope she sits with me.." "what's with her hair?" "as long as she doesn't steal oikawa-senpai, im fine with her" 

she could hear all of their murmurs, though she simply chose to ignore it, not wanting to interact with them as much as possible. she gripped the strap of her bag and raised her head to face them, keeping the monotonous expression as she side eyed the teacher for permission to speak. 

he then nodded and urged her to go. "mind telling us about yourself?" he asked 

"my name is hasegawa y/n." she said, keeping her eyes straight ahead and briefly scanning a few students 

oikawa and iwaizumi looked up and watched her in curiosity. they were seated at the very back, watching her every move. iwaizumi wasn't super interested, only a bit curious about their foreign transferee. although oikawa is overflowing with both interest and curiosity. not only was he happy to have a cute girl as a new classmate, but he was quite sure he had seen her from somewhere before. 

"..." the class was silent as they waited for her to say more, though was only met with nothing. 

"that's it?" the teacher asked, slyly urging her to say more 

y/n looked over to him and back at the class. "i came from canada and moved to okinawa to here.." she said 

"... anything else?" the teacher swetadropped. she then furrowed her brows and asked, "why? is it bad?" 

"no, you're good." the teacher responded as he waved his hand dismissively. 

oikawa chuckled in amusement, making iwaizumi look over to him with a raised brow. "what?" iwaizumi asked 

"nothing, she's just funny" oikawa replied with a grin 

"alright, you can sit in between rika and iwaizumi, seeing as it's the only vacant seat left." the teacher said 

y/n nodded and scanned the room, looking for the people he had mentioned. she merely blinked as a girl with long black hair, which she assumed was rika, excitedly waved at her. 

"hasegawa-chan! come sit with me!" rika exclaimed with a smile. y/n followed and squeezed through the rays of desks, sighing once she sat down on her assigned desk. 

"..." she gulped and nervously pulled out a book and turned her head down, feeling multiple eyes bore through her. 

but by far, the most eerie and intense stare she had received was from rika, who was not so discreetly peering at her over her book, watching with sparkling eyes as she stared. 

"hi-" y/n couldn't even finish her sentence as rika excitedly perked up and shook her hands. "hi! I'm orimoto rika! you can call me rika though" she whisper shouted with a grin 

y/n blinked in surprise and gave her a wobbly grin, "hi, rika-san.." she muttered "um, you can call me y/n if you want.." 

"okay, y/n-chan!" she replied with a gleeful grin "hey, wanna join me for lunch later? it must suck to eat lunch without anyone. you can join me and-" 

the teacher abruptly cleared his throat and shot rika a pointed look. "orimoto-san, i know you're excited but please save the talking for later" he said. "right! sorry sensei!" rika laughed sheepishly as she retreated back to her desk 

y/n side eyed her one last time before looking back down at her desk, bringing out a pencil and messily sketching on the paper 

"hey" the boy beside her whispered 

she glanced at him and blinked in confusion. "im iwaizumi, nice to meet you." he said with a curt nod of acknowledgement

she didn't immediately respond but quietly inspected him "nice to meet you.. iwaizumi-san" she said. she smiled to herself as iwaizumi nodded once again and simply went back to minding his business. 

iwaizumi was chill. nice. 

she had mentally agreed with herself that she did in fact like iwaizumi. he was very different from reki's overall 'vibe' but it was comforting in a way. 

now.. the boy beside him.. she still wasn't sure if she should just ignore his overwhelming presence or give him a fake smile to satisfy him. 

"yahoo~ y/n-chan~" oikawa cooed with a flirty wave "hey~ im oikawa tooru" he introduced with a smile as he leaned over iwaizumi's desk to get closer to her and wave once again 

"..." she side eyed him and quietly nodded, opting not to respond as she slouched down to hide her face behind the book she was doodling on

beside her rika spluttered and watched with wide eyes as the girl blatantly ignored the oikawa tooru, himself. it seems not only rika had seen the interaction, or the lack of it, more so. 

the girls near her either gasped in genuine surprise or sighed in relief, having found that the new girl was in fact not a threat. 

iwaizumi, however, was simply snickering and trying to contain his laughter as oikawa stares blankly at her with his face as pale as a ghost. 

it seems everyone was enjoying themselves. she sighed and simply rested her head on her desk, wanting nothing more than for class to be over. 

"hey, eat with me later, okay y/n-chan?" rika said with a smile 

y/n looked up at her and simply nodded, blowing the stray strands of hair away from her face as she stares at the ticking clock on their wall. "i wonder what reki's doing.." she mumbled to herself 

she sighed and sat up straight, keeping her eyes on the teacher who was mindlessly continuing his lecture. 

under her breath she mumbled, 

"i wanna go home." 

i added a random 'oc' but i used rika from jjk's name lol. there's gonna be two more i think, but they're not that important lol, just some filler characters ig 

sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes :<

[partnersatfazbear]

Fazbear Frights: What We Found Analysis

Here’s my analysis for What We Found, the third story in Gumdrop Angel. I wrote this as I read so it may be a little different than my previous analysis where I read the story first and went back.

If you’re a Michael Afton fan I highly recommend this. Also, there’s possibly some insight into William Afton, Mrs. Afton, and Henry too, so it’s worth a skim.

Pg 144 '...a place thirty-some years forgotten' Just reconfirming FNAF 3 is 30 years past *one* of the FNAF closings, presumably FNAF 2 location.

Pg 145 "The whole building was giving him [Hudson] a headache." FIX THE VENTILATION BRUH

Pg 148 '...they were able to use salvaged derelict equiptment original to the old pizzerias.' Another confirmation of something we heard from Phone Guy.

Pg 147 "How old are you?" "Twenty-three, same as you." I think this gives us Michael's age during FNAF 3.

EDIT: This kept me awake last night. Obviously this is impossible because he has to be alive for at least 10 years before 1983, BUT maybe its just reconfirming FNAF 3′s year? 2023?

Pg 149 "Hudsan's dad died and his mom married Lewis, a ridiculous balding man who wore plaid vests and smoked a pipe" Did... Did this book just seriously imply Mrs. Afton left William for Henry? Really? (Yes, there's differences; the husband is dead and the man wears plaid 'vests' but it seems very odd to include that detail. This could just have been the writer's own imagination, though.) I have seen this as a fan theory and 100% explains the jealousy aspect of William, but I can't help but kinda hate it. I think this is very important, though, and probably Scott's intention. "This horrible little man [Lewis]... would make Hudson's next ten years a living Hell" This REALLY intrigues me given the context I just went over. The text implies Lewis was fairly neglectful to our main character / Michael stand-in Hudson. Maybe I'm wrong and for some reason Mrs. Emily left and went to William? XD Haha, I'm reading too much into this page. Maybe I'll come back to this later. I figure it's more of Scott possibly including double-details (contradicting stuff with the same character that really applies to two, which has been something I heavily pointed out in previous anaylsis on this blog) Having said that, I'm going w/the former because I can't imagine Henry being abusive (neglectful yes, abusive no) and he's never been portrayed that way in official works like William has in the novels.

Pg 150 "Hudson began to screw up in class...a product of spending the night in fear that his stepfather [Lewis]... [would] beat him just for the fun of it." Ooof. Big confirm on William actually being abusive. Unless we stick with the Henry theory for Lewis (combined with Midnight Motorist Henry theory / alcoholic). "...near-daily beatings..." "his mom started taking pills to get through the day..." So, whoever Mrs. Afton is, she was definetly not paying attention. But then, most people married to serial killers either don't notice because of denial (like this) or because the killer is so manipulative / careful they can't notice.

"Barry, who had red hair and freckles..." Yo?! Is that a description of Fritz?! These friends in the story could be the other kids Michael knew's stand-in's, aka the two gravestones with names he used (Fritz and Jeremy), as shown in the checks for the games and FNAF 6. I've long figured Michael was probably friends with the victims--it makes them easier, although riskier, targets [for William]. The two friends are male, too, like Fritz and Jeremy. If you're curious about Duane's description (our stand in for Jeremy), it's "tight black shirt... muscles... black hair long enough for a glossy ponytail..." I'm not sure if this matches anything found in the novels or contradicts them, though. (The novels = TSE trilogy)

"And so it went... until the night of the fire." For context, this is before FF burns down. We're learning of Hudson's life from his close friends in childhood, his father's death, his mother remarrying, to his abusive stepfather, to his grades slipping to this line. This would be a new fire not seen/mentioned in the games...

Pg 151 "...go to Charlie's for a sundae..." Really. Really Scott. Just gonna use this name again. OK. I'm not even gonna discuss this because it's probably irrelevant. *This is confirmed on pg 158 to be an ice cream shop. No lore relevance aside the annoying name coincidences Scott loves to troll with.

"This is not... an advance into enemy territory, a fight with demons, or a descent into Hell..." Uh, what? What is Hudson talking about? XD I'm only noting it because it seems so out of place. He's probably talking about video games or something.

Another note, although I don't have a specific reference since it is mentioned off-hand many times, is that Hudson keeps referring to his "history" which is implied to have kept him from getting a well-paying job and a girl he's crushing on doesn't know this "history" which is good for him. Seems good old "Michael Stand-In" has done some jail time or something. Edit: On pg 154/155 the girl asks Hudson, "Did you do it?" Seems he may have killed his stepfather or been involved with something else just as bad. Edit 2: No, I was thinking too deep into it. This probably refers to Evan's death at Fredbear's. DUH.

Pg 156 describes an actual "prize corner" in FF! What am I even reading? IIRC this is in FNAF 3, too. So they just hand out these scary gift boxes to people that complete the attraction? (Hudson says he *would* have fun handing out the scary toys to kids when this location opens--kind of a bully thing to do, eh?)

"[Hudson] avoid[ed] glancing in any of the mirrors..." I'm only pointing this out because it could be reference to one of two things. 1) We know because of one of UCN's music tracks, William has a fear of his reflection. Michael probably shares this trait, especially since 2) after Ennard and all... and later on pg 157 it also says, "he never wanted to face: himself" Sounds like guilt, my guy.

Pg 157 "blonde hair... blue eyes..." Hudson shares an eye color with Michael. It's possible Michael had blonde hair as a child and it changed to brown (it's common, something I personally went through being technically blonde/ blue eyed myself)

"He [Hudson] knew from personal experience that toys could turn from fun...to torture ina heart-beat" Fairly self explanatory. Either Hudson's worked at a creepy location before or he doesn't like remembering Fredbear's.

*checks how much is left.* There's still 35 pages (not counting back/front) left of this... This is gonna be a lot of notes.

Pg 158 Hudson doesn't have a car. Poor Mike, probably having to walk everywhere. Especially as a corpse.

Pg 160 This page describes many physical issues Hudson has that prevents him from entering the Navy, all from the abuse of Lewis. Obvious paralell to Michael becoming an undead [because his father sent him to CBPR indirectly causing his condition]

Pg 161 "How's your granny, Hud?... ...Is she still alive?" "I don't think she can die." Does anyone in the Afton family really 'die'? XD

Pg 162 These few pages discuss Hudson's grandmother. She's described as "a seer who claimed to know the future... ...wore big men's plaid flannel shirts with baggy jeans" Um, more plaid / flannel? AGH. STAHP. Lowkey, I would totally headcanon my Aunt Jen like this, though.

Pg 163 "Hudson's mom... the way she was before Hudson's dad had died... never... particularly warm and fuzzy... but... effiencient and responsible..." More about Mrs. Afton, so that's kinda neat.

"Hudson's dad was fun and attentive." There's a good Dad in this series?

"Unfortunetly, he also struggled with mental illness." "invisible low points" (Pg 164) Kinda reminds me of how Henry is described after Charlotte's death in the books.

Pg 164 "When Steven got himself into a bad deal that cost him his small business... he'd taken his life." Oh, it is Henry! SMH. Way to use confusing paralells. So, from our understanding thus far, Hudson's real father, Steven, is our Henry stand-in. His step-father despite being described similar to Henry, is actually our William stand-in. Fair game, Scott.

Pg 164 "...he [Hudson] was locked into a supply closet..." Oh shit, you guys. So, let me go on a tangent here, because this IS important! I just watched a retrospective on Sister Location and FNAF 6 earlier and one theory for Midnight Motorist was the person in the chair was the mother and the kid was Michael. I think this little line may confirm that. In fact, the story may be the key to figuring things out. Obviously, the line is a paralell to FNAF 4's scene in which Crying Child was locked in the supply closet of Fredbear's. I know some people, including Matpat, believe[d] CC was Michael, and in this book's context, it sort of works. This does contradict Step Closer and 1000 other things that make Michael the older brother, but maybe it's hinting at MM? Abusive stepdad (possibly Henry... maybe William is gone at this point), checked out Mom (hey, grey couch lady with Foxybro's font). IDK, but its definetly something to think about.

Pg 165 Lewis is mentioned as calling Hudson "nothing" and saying "you're nothing" on several occasions on this page. Just more abuse, for those accurate fanfic writers like me. Also I kinda wanna watch Morel Orel again. Yall know my fav character is Clay. Yall know.

"You're smoke." <-- Lewis / The text later reads, "...there was some irony, given what eventually happened." BRUH. Why did your stepdad die in a fire? :V TELL ME.

"When his family's house burned down at the end of his senior year..." Huh. Is there a fire we don't know about in the game-verse? Could this explain what happened to the FNAF 4 house before MM house?!

"...it purged Hudson of Lewis and his mother." MRS. AFTON BURNED ALIVE, TOO? Bruh. I can't with this story.

The text later describes the fire is concluded to be man-made and Hudson was blamed for it. Can't say if this ties to Michael, but it IS interesting... TBF, there is a small paralell to draw between Henry in FNAF 6 and his history of suicide in the books, too.

Pg 166 "...this place's [FF] busted thermostat.." I just find this line funny.

Pg 167 "...after three weeks of keeping an eye on the place" Some more timeline context for FNAF 3. We know that Michael worked there a little while before we start playing the game thanks to one of the phone calls, IIRC, so this makes sense. If Michael was accused of [something] and also wanting to hunt down his father, then it makes perfect sense why he's working a dead end job at Freddy's over and over and over. Fun fun fun.

Pg 169 "He hated to think about a functional character [Foxy]" This line is in regards to Hudson not liking the set up of Pirate's Cove and Foxy's hook to scare people. Sounds familiar, don't it? (For Michael anyway.)

Pg 173 "Some big find is arriving tomorrow." SPRINGY BOI! COME ON BOOK, get on with the show?

Pg 176 "Granny was wearing a red-and-green plaid shirt and her baggy jeans." Nothing special, but it was specifically brought up twice. I'm kind of racking my brain trying to understand what the point of this character is outside of "woooo everything is haunted don't you know that" kind of character.

Pg 180 "...dropped the crate on the linoleum with a resounding thud." HEY. Poor Springtrap, just gettin' tossed around like the trash he is.

Pg 186 "If you weren't so stupid, I'd tell you more about it." Springtrap bringing the burn. =:)

"A voice with a burr-like rasp...hint of a Southern accent" I'm going to assume this is because it's Lewis probably in the suit in this story and not our old British lad.

"It's was Mr. Atkin's voice." THE MATH TEACHER? *goes back to check* 'The algebra teacher'. Okay...

Pg 190 Okay, so Hudson hear's Lewis' voice this time. Okay, I get it now. Springtrap in this kind of imbodies all of Hudson's old bullies, including the teacher. He also has PTSD, just FYI. IDK if anyone finds that important, but it's fairly obvious by the line "He wasn't in his bedroom. Lewis didn't just slam his head into a desk; his head had been slammed into the [arcade] game."

"Why did he hallucinate a scene from his childhood?" Oh, it's not PTSD, then. It's just the VENTILATION ERROR. lol Okay.

Just a note, as I'm reading through the more action-based stuff, I kind of feel bad for Michael if he had flashbacks like this guy. They're intense.

So, Lewis' voice finally comes out of Springtrap on Pg 213. There's that.

Pg 220 "You can just stay there [in his room]" Kind of a paralell to Midnight Motorist. Lewis is saying it to Hudson. I really feel like the kid in the MM game is Michael because of this story...

Pg 223 "Heat purges. Fire heals." I'm sure that's Henry's life motto.

The ending was stupid, but most in these stories are. Hudson is hallucinating and is implied to have burned himself alive in FF's oven. Meh? The first half of this one is A TRIP and a little insight into what I 100% believe is Michael's childhood. I think the saddest part of it all is that we never got Springtrap speaking to Michael in FNAF 3--and if it's ever remade I hope we get more of them interacting.

[sugako]

confessions

pairing: pretimeskip!daichi x tinytitty!reader

synopsis: reader is trying to confess to daichi but gets discouraged when she sees his ‘type’ is not who she is on the club room poster

warnings: angst, fluff, body insecurities (specifically insecurities about having a smaller chest), insecurities about finding love

a/n: this one is a little long..i keep seeing the post about the karasuno’s boys ‘types’ in the club room from forever ago and ive been thinking about this

You were trembling as you stepped up to the club room. The year was nearly over and you were about to graduate. Part of you, well actually most of you, believed it was stupid to do this now. The light pink envelope fluttered in your fingertips like a leaf in the fall breeze. It all felt so corny and stupid.

It wasn’t his fault, Sugawara had encouraged you. In all your years of being in the same class, you weren’t exactly close, but you had formed a bond over schoolwork. He noticed right away when you and Daichi had been paired up for a project. The way both you and Daichi had blushed when he asked you to call him by his first name was enough for him. 

From there he had facilitated what he had considered dates, always slipping away early so it was just you and Daichi. Still, nothing ever came of it. You were too unaware of your feelings for so long that you never tried to be anything more than friends. Some deeper part of you knew, but you were busy with school and extracurriculars and you knew that Daichi was busy with the same. Besides, in your opinion, he had never really shown that he was interested. 

Sure, you texted about nothing and everything. He brought you hot tea some mornings before an exam and you accidentally cooked too much of his favorite ramen more than once and asked for him to come over and finish it with you. Just friends and nothing more. 

But you couldn’t deny the way your heart raced when his fingers brushed yours or when you locked eyes for a little too long. 

So now you were fidgeting in the club room alone because Sugawara had encouraged you and let you in. He was waiting now just outside the door, only making you more nervous. To steady your breathing you looked at the things around you. That’s when you saw it. In the back corner a poster with the upperclassmen preferences in women. 

At first, you giggled and gagged at a couple of them, but your eyes traveled to his name. You knew you shouldn’t have read it. You knew you shouldn’t even be here. This was wrong and stupid and he didn’t like you. You looked down at your own chest.

I’m not what he wants… 

Your brain was buzzing with shame and pain so loud you didn’t even hear the door open and close. 

“Y/N? Suga said you wanted to see me.” 

You jumped and stuffed the envelope in a side pocket of your backpack. Blinking back tears that threatened to spill over, you turned around. Your chest tightened at the sight of him. He was handsome as always and looked so concerned now. 

“Oh, it was nothing, I just… uh, have you seen, uh, I lost a notebook. I think I left it in the classroom though I just remembered.” The lie slipped off your tongue unevenly. 

“You can use my notes if you need.”

“No, no!” You answered a little too fast, already pushing past him. “I’m just gonna go check the room.”

“See ya.” It almost sounded like he was asking a question the way he said it. 

“Yeah, bye!” You chirped, already crashing through the door. 

You nearly crashed into Suga on your way out.

“How’d it--” 

“I didn’t.” You answered not meeting his eyes and walking past him. 

“Wait, y/n--” 

You were already gone, half jogging home while tears spilled over your eyes. 

“I’m being so dramatic.” You spoke aloud to yourself as soon as you were safely away from the school. “I shouldn’t get so upset over something so stupid.” You sniffled, wiping the tears away. It really was nothing, but as soon as you read that you couldn’t help from every insecurity you had creeping up into your head.

Small chest.

He doesn’t like you. 

No one will ever like you. 

No one will love you. 

You hated how you tumbled like that from one little thing. While you were aware of how ridiculous it was, it didn’t stop you from tumbling into your own personal pit of despair. 

You reached back to grab the envelope to throw it out in a garbage bin on the street. When you felt nothing, you panicked and ripped your bag off. There was nothing in either side pocket. In a fit, you went through all the pockets of your bag even though you knew what had happened. You looked behind you down the road. There was no sign of a pink envelope. 

Taking a heaving breath, you began to trudge back to the school. 

Hopefully, no one has picked it up. 

“Y/N, you…” Daichi peeked his head out the door right after you left, “She’s gone.”

Suga looked up from where he had been watching you walk off. 

“Oh, yeah. What’d she say.”

“She lost a notebook, but this letter dropped out of her bag.” He held it up. 

Suga smirked. 

“It has your name on it, turn it over.” 

Daichi flipped the envelope and a bright red flush filled his cheeks. 

“You should open it.” Suga walked past him into the room. 

“She… she didn’t give it to me, she just dropped it.” 

“It’s addressed to you.” He said without looking up. 

“That’s… I mean, yeah, but I don’t think I…” 

“Do you have feelings for her?” Suga couldn’t stand to listen to his clueless friend babble on like this. 

Daichi was silent until Suga finally looked at him. 

“I care about her.”

Suga sighed and jabbed him in the side. 

“Listen, it’s pretty obvious that you like her so you should just read that letter to see how she feels!” 

“Agh!” Daichi recoiled from the jab, clutching his side. “I do, I really like her, but she…” 

“But she what?! She wrote you a pink letter that she was too nervous to give to you and ran away, what’s confusing about this?” 

Daichi rolled his eyes and sat on the floor, clutching the letter tightly. He admired how you had written his name for just too long before carefully peeling at the close of the envelope. 

A small cream-colored piece of stationery flitted into his hand. Your handwriting he had silently admired from afar for so long filled the page with pretty words and memories. You had explained yourself in full. His heart ached toward the end of the short letter where you wrote about how you were unsure of how he felt, but assumed he didn’t share the feelings. 

His eyes grew glossy as he reread it over and over again. He hadn’t even noticed Suga had left the room.

“Daichi?” Now your soft voice made him jump. 

His heart broke when he saw the redness around your eyes and wet streaks on your cheeks. You looked so full of fear and regret. 

“Y/N, I…” He stood and walked to where you were frozen in the doorway. 

“You can pretend you didn’t read that. Or we can stop being friends if it makes you uncomfortable. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to drop it!” You started up, wiping away the tears that were spilling over once more. 

“Wait, I…why didn’t you give this to me earlier?” 

“Well, you… I know you don’t like me, so I just felt dumb and I don’t know. It was a bad idea. I don’t know what I was thinking.” 

“I like you, why would you think I don’t?” 

He said it so confidently and calmly it surprised himself. You barely processed it, still caught up in your own head. 

“I just, I mean, I saw…” You glanced over toward the poster and looked away ashamed. “Wait, you like me?” You perked up and looked at him again as he was glancing over his shoulder. A deep blush and a look of shame and embarrassment filled his features as he looked back to you finally meeting your eyes. 

He pulled you close, arms wrapping around your shoulders. Slowly, you brought your arms around his waist. 

“It was just a silly thing where we wrote our types a while ago, but you… you’re still my type because I like you. I don’t really care about stuff like that.”

You stayed like that for a long moment, with your face trapped against his chest. 

“Sorry, I ran away like that. That was a little dramatic.” You giggled. “Also…” you cut yourself off by laughing too hard. Worried you were crying he held you back to look at your face, his features softening when he realized you were just wheezing. “Suga likes older women?!” 

He broke out in a deep laugh, the pressure of the situation dissipating. 

“I’m not trying to judge him, I was just surprised!” You carried on. 

“Us too!” He gasped through laughs. 

After a few moments, you had both settled down and settled back into each other’s arms. 

“We should probably go on a real date now, huh. Can’t keep making Suga force us to go out and then leave us.” 

You tried to hide your face in his jacket, smiling widely. 

“That sounds nice.” 

[intheticklecloset]

Versatile (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Love me some lee Bakugou! This was a fun one to work on! Kiri and Kami make a deadly combination when they put their minds to it. Enjoy!

~

“EEEEYYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Whatever the heck noise Bakugou had just made, he absolutely hated it. It was loud and stupid, not to mention embarrassing. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it now. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Not versatile, huh?” Kaminari growled at him, digging his fingers deep into his sweet spot and igniting his increasingly famous tickle-shocks to really drive the blonde up the wall. “How’s this for versatile, Bakugou?”

“YOU JEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERK!!” Bakugou wanted to fight back more than he was, but between Kirishima pinning his arms above his head and Kaminari assaulting his death spot like that, there really wasn’t much he could do except laugh like a lunatic for the time being.

“Oh, I’m the jerk?” Kami retorted, going a step further and straddling his friend’s hips to keep him from thrashing around. “You’re the one who started it, as usual.”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! THIHIHIHIS ISN’T WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT I MEHEHEHEANT!!”

“Not what you meant by ‘versatile?’” Kami insisted, relentlessly drilling into that spot. “Seems pretty versatile to me. What do you think, Kiri?”

“I concur.” Kiri grinned, amused by the whole situation more than his electric comrade was. While he wasn’t particularly happy with Bakugou’s earlier comment either, he wasn’t going to go out of his way to punish him for it like Denki apparently was. But since he’d started it… The redhead hardened his fingers and began raking up and down their friend’s exposed underarms. “It may not be the most conventional of uses, but I think it’s working pretty well. Wouldn’t you agree, Bakugou?”

Bakugou – frustrated as he was by the sudden turn of events – could do nothing but laugh hysterically at the increasingly torturous tickles. He was practically screaming at this point. “AGH!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!”

“Oh, no. I don’t think so.” Denki grumbled. He recalled how just minutes before they’d all been chatting and having a good time talking about their latest training session in gym class right before the now-hysterical teen beneath him had snapped at him and Kiri for not being more creative with the use of their quirks. When they’d tried to defend themselves, Bakugou had suggested perhaps their quirks just weren’t as versatile as his and were therefore less useful. He often said things like this, but today, Denki Kaminari was having none of it. He was going to make Bakugou sorry this time. Really, truly sorry. He put a little more power behind his tickle-shocks and watched in satisfaction as the explosive teen threw his head back and laughed so hard his shrieking turned to silence.

Kirishima laughed, too. “Man, Denki, you’re not holding anything back, are you?”

“You bet I’m not.” Denki grinned when Bakugou started kicking his legs frantically while his face turned beet red. After another couple of moments, he finally let up and allowed their friend a chance to breathe.

“Please,” Bakugou wheezed, gasping for air. “I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean it!”

“You’re only saying that because you’re at our mercy now,” Kirishima teased, scribbling lightly in his underarms to make the blonde jerk and giggle. “But we get it; we have to prove ourselves to you. So that’s exactly what we’re going to do. Right, Denki?”

Kaminari was already repositioning himself by straddling Bakugou’s calves and tearing off his shoes and socks. “Absolutely.”

“No! No more!” Bakugou pleaded when he felt fresh air brush the bare skin of his feet. Under normal circumstances he would have been a lot mouthier and fighting back with far more energy, but Kami going straight for his worst spot with such vigor like that had left him nearly completely winded; it was all he could do just to gasp in enough oxygen right now. Plus, they were outside, in the open, where anyone could walk by and see him like this. “Let me go! I take it back!”

“Tell us, Bakugou,” Kiri said, unhardening his fingers to gently trace along his friend’s neck, pleasantly surprised when he sputtered and tried to hunch his shoulders. “Which tickles more – my hardening quirk, or Kaminari’s tickle-shocks?”

“The tickle-shocks!” Bakugou answered immediately, hoping that his honesty would appease Denki who – between his two torturers – seemed the most upset by his ‘versatile’ comment. “Guys, please, don’t do this out in the ope-heheHEHEHEHEN!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“What? My hardening quirk doesn’t tickle enough for you?” Kirishima asked, pretending to be offended. He hardened his fingers again and began raking from Bakugou’s underarms down to his sweet spot and back up again, driving his friend crazy from the threat of having his death spot attacked again so soon. “I guess I’ll just have to try harder, then!”

“STAHAhahahahahap, please, KiriiieheHEHEHEHEHEHE!!” Bakugou shrieked when he felt Kaminari join in once more, this time along the soles of his feet. He suddenly remembered how easily Todoroki had taken him down while tickling him there, and he grew even more desperate to get out of this situation. “PLEASE, I’M SOHOHOHOHOHOHORRY!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! KNOCK IT OHOHOHOHOFF!!”

Though neither of his friends could see it now that his back was turned, Denki was grinning like an idiot, highly pleased with himself for having made Bakugou beg so quickly. It was probably to his advantage to have attacked him out in the open like this, despite knowing how much his fellow blonde hated the thought of anyone else finding out. What his hysterical friend didn’t realize was that Kami had made sure no one else was around before attacking, and kept his eye out for anyone approaching during the attack. Bakugou may have been afraid of discovery, but Denki knew they were safe, so he kept going, acting angry and relentless for the sake of hearing his friend plead a little more.

“Admit it, Bakugou,” he demanded, igniting his tickle-shocks again while digging into his friend’s toes – another hot spot, it seemed. “Our quirks are plenty versatile! You were just too narrow-minded to see it.”

“YEHEHEHEHEHES, OKAHAHAY, THEY’RE VEHEHEHERSATILE!!” Bakugou shrieked, his laughter booming out of his chest faster than he could keep up with. Kiri was straying dangerously close to his death spot, too, which only made this worse. “YOUR QUIHIHIHIHIHRKS ARE VERSATIHIHIHIHIHLE!! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!! PLEASE!!”

Kirishima grinned, loving the way his usually angry friend’s face lit up when he smiled and laughed like this. “Mine, too? My hardening quirk is versatile enough for you?”

“DAHAHAHAHAHANG IT, YEHEHEHEHES!! YES, ALREADYHEHEHEHEHE!!” Bakugou was desperate to get out of this nonsense, having reached his limit very quickly thanks to having his worst spots targeted right off the bat. He was dangerously close to crying with laughter. “PLEASE, NO MOHOHOHOHORE!! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!!”

“You’re lucky we’re not someplace more private,” Denki said, finally letting up and turning around to reveal his enormous, self-satisfied smile. “Otherwise I think I’d keep punishing you for that little comment.”

“KIRI!!” Bakugou screamed, kicking his legs now that they were free again. “KIRI, STAHAP, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! YOUR QUIHIHIRK IS VERSAHAHATILE, TOO!! I MEHEHEHEHEAN IT!!”

“Oh, I know,” Kiri replied lazily, smiling while digging into his friend’s sweet spot at last. “I just love hearing you laugh all crazy like this.”

Just then Denki grabbed his shoulder and squeezed hard, earning his attention. The electric hero frantically gestured to a spot behind them. When the redhead turned, he saw a couple of girls from another class approaching. Instantly he stopped tickling and climbed off of Bakugou, trying to act as nonchalant as possible while his friend gasped for breath and curled up onto his side. The girls passed without incident, and Kiri and Denki breathed collective sighs of relief.

“Did they see?” Bakugou asked, his voice sounding a bit raw after having laughed so hard for so long.

“Nope. You’re safe,” Kiri replied.

“Good.” In a flurry of motion, Bakugou bolted upright, reaching for his tormentors and pulling them close, enveloping them each in a one-armed bear hug. Both boys froze, glanced at each other, and frowned in concern.

“Um…Bakugou?”

“You okay?”

“I’m great,” the explosive teen replied as he started digging his fingers into each of their sides and ribs. They yelped and giggled and squirmed, but Bakugou held tight, smirking. “Now it’s my turn to show you how versatile I can be.”

[sunflowershouto]

shellshocked - denki kaminari x reader

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Hi everyone! Thank you for all the support my blog has been getting, and thank you anon for this wonderful req! I only opened a day ago and I feel like I’m doing pretty well! Here’s a request for Denki! It’s a little difficult to write action based drabbles while keeping the reader’s quirk vague, so I gave her the quirk that I usually use for stories so that I had a little more to work with! I hope this is okay, and I’m sorry if anyone wanted to fill in their own quirk <3 

Anyways, the reader’s quirk is ‘Angel.’ She has large feathered wings and light-blasts, but gets fatigued if she uses too much energy. Enjoy!

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: It’s the training camp, and Denki is sheltered in the building along with the other students that failed the practical. When he hears that the villains are after two particular students, he has to do something to protect the one he loves. (Warnings: Training camp spoilers and a bit of blood)

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 2.2k

𝐬 𝐡 𝐞 𝐥 𝐥 𝐬 𝐡 𝐨 𝐜 𝐤 𝐞 𝐝

Nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared you for how disastrous this training camp would really be. The first-year Hero Course students had expected this week to be hell, but for an entirely different reason.

It felt like only moments ago that you’d been goofing off with Tsu and Uraraka in the woods, waiting your turn to run the challenge course. Now you were running for your life, surrounded by blue flames and trying desperately not to breathe in the fumes that had started to swirl around the forest.

Just how many villains were there?!

You couldn’t deny the abject terror coursing through your veins as you sprinted through the woods, praying to run into any other students so that you wouldn’t be out here alone. 

Part of you wanted to take to the air, but frankly you had no idea what kind of offense could be up there, and you sure as hell didn’t plan on finding out on your own. For now, it was smartest to lay low, stick to the ground, and hope to find an ally before a villain found you.

You had no idea how long you’d be running when you saw ice coating the side of a tree, shards of it spiking up out of the ground. 

Todoroki. He was nearby, and hopefully still in one piece. Now with a goal in mind, you continued forward, heart still pounding in your chest. In the midst of all this chaos, one thought seemed to nag at you more than anything.

Denki. . .

You were close, beyond close, with your spiky-haired classmate, and now you felt helpless. Was he safe? What if something had happened at the camp? Your gut twisted just thinking about it. What if. . . What if something happened? What if you never saw each other again?

No. I can’t afford to think like that. Not when my friends are all in danger. Denki... Stay alive.

You followed the path of ice for some time, but stopped in your tracks when the voice of Mandalay echoed in your head, giving out a signal to all students trapped in the woods: Aizawa had given you permission to fight, and the villains were after two specific people. ‘Kacchan’ and L/N.

Your heart seized in your chest, and your wings stiffened, eyes going wide. 

Me? Why do they want me? What. . . What have I done to them?

This didn’t seem like it could get worse; you were still all alone, now with a target on your back, and you hadn’t managed to find anyone else from your class. If you ran into a villain. . . You could only hope that it didn’t come to that.

You needed to find backup, and fast. Without a second thought, your feet lifted from the ground, and you were in the air, using your wings to navigate through the trees.

Todoroki, and maybe others, were close by. You just needed to find them.

//

“Bakugou and Y/N?!” Kaminari’s eyes were wide as Mandalay’s message reached him, a pit forming in his stomach. No. . . This couldn’t be happening. What did they want with her?! And why did he have to be stuck here, where he could do nothing to help?!

“Damnit!” Kirishima cried, fists slamming against one of the desks. “We have to do something!”

“Kaminari, Kirishima, it’ll be okay,” Iida interjected, raising both hands to try to diffuse his two panicked classmates. “Bakugou and L/N are both extremely powerful, and they have everyone out there to help them. Us running out into danger may only make things worse.”

“What if no one else has her back out there?” Denki persisted, moving to the window to try and get a glimpse of what was happening in the woods. He could hardly see a thing amidst the fire and smoke, and frustration boiled in his veins. “What if they’ve already got her, and no one finds her unless we go out to help?”

“Kaminari, you’re panicking,” Tenya tried, hoping to diffuse the situation.

“Damn right, I’m panicking!” he snapped, his gaze never leaving the window. He had to get out there, he had to help her. What kind of hero would he be if he couldn’t help the people he loved?

Loved. . .?

There wasn’t time. He cared about her, and the only thing that mattered right now was her safety.

SLAM!

Denki’s fists slammed against the window, each hit harder than the last as he sent cracks spiraling through the glass.

“Kaminari, what are you doing?!” Mina cried, moving to try to pull Denki away and get him to settle down. “You’re crazy!”

With one final blow, the window shattered, and Kaminari didn’t hesitate before jumping through, not caring who or what he ran into on the way. He just had to get to her, he just had to make sure that she was okay.

//

You hadn’t been flying for long when a huge spike of ice erupted from the ground nearby, and relief flooded through you. “Todoroki!” you called, flying directly towards the source and landing next to the red-and-white haired boy.

“L/N, are you alright? This group of villains, they’re after you and Bakugou,” he replied, never taking his eyes off of the ice he had just shot. “One of them is here. He has metal teeth that he can elongate and use as weapons, so watch out.”

“Right.”

“DAMN YOU, ICY-HOT! JUST BECAUSE YOUR ICE WON’T SET THE PLACE ON FIRE DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO STEAL ALL MY GLORY!”

The cry came from behind you, and judging by the way Todoroki’s brow twitched, he’d been with Bakugou for a while. 

“Good to know he’s safe?” you tried, shrugging apologetically before turning your attention back to the villain.

“Sure,” Todoroki muttered, shaking his head. You felt a bit better about facing these people with Todoroki and Bakugo there; all three of you were powerful, and together your chances were much better.

Moonfish came blasting through Shouto’s ice, sending shattered fragments flying as he launched his next attack, long metal blades jutting towards the three of you.

Your hands sparked with a golden light, and you began blasting away at his teeth, trying to give yourself an opening to take to the air. “Bakugou, Todoroki, I’m going to fly up and try to distract him. While he’s focused on me, take him out!”

“Right.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

“Just do it!” you snapped, then took to the air, soaring in and out of his attacks proficiently and sending blasts of light at him when you had openings. Could it be. . .? Were you actually defeating this villain?

Shoto and Bakugou had done their parts perfectly, and Moonfish seemed to be struggling to keep up. That was until-

“AGH!” Your scream tore through the air as one of the jagged metal teeth impaled your left wing, impairing your ability to fly and sending you plummeting towards the ground, blood spilling from your wound.

//

Denki had no idea where she was, but he didn’t give up for a second has he ran through the woods, eyes and ears prying for any sign of her presence. Dread pooled in his stomach as he heard a scream in the distance, a scream that sounded a lot like. . .

“Y/N!” 

He didn’t hesitate before running towards the sound, his heartbeat erratic in his chest. He couldn’t waste time being afraid, not right now. All he could do was keep running and pray that she wasn’t alone, that someone was there to help her, and that he hadn’t just heard the sound of her dying.

//

Somehow, it had gone further downhill from there. You, Bakugou, and Tokoyami had all been captured, and only Tokoyami was able to be freed.

Bakugou was already being pulled towards the warp-gate, Deku struggling to reach him. You were still fighting, one wing useless as you shot off light blast after light blast at your attackers, pushing through the fatigue that was making every muscle in your body ache.

One of the villains grabbed hold of you and began to drag you away while attacks were thrown at the others to keep them from reaching you. 

You were reaching out, tears in your eyes as you stretched a shaking hand forwards towards Todoroki and Shoji, desperate to get out of this, for you and Bakugou not to be taken away.

“Let go of me!” you cried, struggling and only aggravating your wounds, tears spilling relentlessly down the sides of your face. You were going to die. . . You didn’t know what they wanted, but you were sure that you were going to die.

“Sorry, little girl,” Twice crooned in your ear. “No I’m not! Yes I am!”

The portal was close, and you could see the purple energy beginning to surround you, pulling you in and away from any hope of-

“Y/N!!!”

“DENKI!” you screamed, gasping as you felt a hand wrap firmly around yours and pull you out of Twice’s grasp. You had never seen such an expression on Denki’s face before, as he pushed you behind him, his body crackling with electricity which he blasted directly at Twice, sending the villain flying into the warp-gate.

Before Kaminari could turn to try to help Bakugou, the gate had closed, and the villains were gone.

You fell to your knees, bleeding and exhausted, and in an instant, Kaminari was at your side, pulling you close against him.

“Bakugou. . .” you murmured, your voice hoarse and quiet, tears still spilling silently from your eyes. “They took him. . .”

“I know,” Denki whispered, holding you closer while avoiding your injured wing. “I’m just glad you’re safe right now. We’ll get him back.” The relief he was feeling was indescribable, as much as he should have been dismayed. Bakugou was gone, and while there was fear for his friend, he was also grateful that you were okay, that he had made it in time.

“Kaminari, we should get back to the camp and meet up with the teachers,” Todoroki interjected. “Shoji can take Midoriya and L/N to-”

“I’ve got her,” Denki assured him, shifting you in his arms so he was carrying you bridal style. 

“You’re bleeding.”

“It’s nothing.” With that, Denki followed Shoji and the others to where the teachers and the other pro-heroes were now trying to collect all of the students.

Denki took one of the med-kits and patched up your wound, uncharacteristically silent as he worked, fingers gentle as they brushed across the injured wing. 

“Thank you, Denki.” You were sitting across from him on the ground, biting your lip as he worked on the wound, lost in thought. If Kaminari hadn’t been there... You didn’t want to think about it, but it was true. Without him, you’d have been captured, and God-knows-what would have happened to you. “If you hadn’t showed up when you did, I would have been a goner.” 

You flashed him a weak smile, trying to lift both your spirits.

“C’mon. . .” he returned your smile halfheartedly, meeting your eyes as he finished tying the bandages around your wound. “I am pretty awesome, but don’t give me too much credit.”

“Hey. . . Your arm, that looks pretty bad,” you pointed out, taking Denki’s hand and pulling his arm towards you so that you could look at it. You grabbed the roll of bandages and the bottle of disinfectant, waving Denki off as he tried to get you to leave it alone.

“Hey! That stings,” he whined, flinching slightly.

You laughed softly, shaking your head and continuing to work quietly, until a thought struck you. “Hey. . . Kaminari? I thought that you and the others were stuck at camp. How did you get them to let you leave?”

“Well,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “They didn’t exactly let me. When I heard from Mandalay that they were after you and Bakugou, I sort of. . . I sort of just left without asking. I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing while I knew you were in danger. What kind of hero would that make me?”

“Denki. . .” Your hands stopped moving over the wound as you stared at him, a blush dusting your cheeks. “You were really that worried?”

“Worried?! Are you kidding? I was losing my mind! I thought I’d never see you again!” he exclaimed, eyes going wide. “I mean. . . Look. A hero protects the people that he loves.” 

Your heart skipped a beat and you looked up at him, suddenly aware of the feeling of your hand on his arm, his fingertips brushing against yours. You had never seen him like this before, so somber, and because of you.

“I was worried about you as well,” you confessed, squeezing his hand lightly. “I didn’t know if you were safe or not at the camp, or if you were even still there. And I wanted to be able to protect you because. . .” You trailed off, your heart racing.

“Y/N?”

“Because I love you too.” You searched his eyes for a response, your face now bright red.

He let out a disbelieving laugh, a look of wonder and astonishment on his face as he processed what you had said. Did this mean. . .? There were stars in his eyes as he pulled you towards him, wrapping you in a tight hug.

Your wings curled around him along with your arms, enveloping the both of you. “Thank you,” you murmured again, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “I mean it.”

“Any time, Angel.”

//

𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: I hope you enjoyed! My requests are currently open!  ~xizi

[velvetthunder1999]

All the time on Earth

Part 21 - Promises and Christmas Jumpers

Summary: Tension between you and George is rising until a point where you can’t handle it anymore. You just hope he’ll be able to forgive you

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Word count: 3.3K

George Weasley x Reader

Masterlist

You left the Knight Bus feeling sick, it was likely you were going to throw up on that exact spot. Hermione patiently waited for you to catch your breath, before you two headed towards Grimmauld Place, pulling your trunks behind you in the snow.

“Feeling better?” she asked, her hand reaching for the bell.

“Yeah,” you panted. “Just let’s get inside, I’m freezing.”

Yesterday you woke up to Hermione violently shaking you, telling you what had happened to Mr Weasley and that now he was in St Mungo’s. George and the other Weasley kids had already left the school by then, but you and Hermione had to wait until term ended. You had had your last detention with Umbridge yesterday evening; you’d never seen her so angry like this before. She was fuming, probably because of how Dumbledore took things into his own hands. Either way, you were glad Christmas break had started. You could really use a few weeks without seeing ugly toad-face.

“Hermione!” Mrs Weasley welcomed you inside with a hug. “Y/N! It’s so good to see you!”

“How’s Mr Weasley?” you asked nervously.

“He’s quite all right. He’s resting now, we were just visiting him yesterday… But don’t just stand there, come in, come in! Are you hungry? We’re about to have dinner.”

You got rid off your clothes and followed Mrs Weasley to the kitchen.

“Ron, please tell the boys dinner’s ready,” she sent her son upstairs. A minute later everyone except Harry came down the stairs, taking their seats at the table.

“Hermione, Y/N, finally!” said Fred with a grin and sat down next to you. George followed, saying a low ‘hey’ as he sat down to your other side. Sirius was handing plates out while Mrs Weasley placed a big bowl of soup in the minddle of the table.

“Bread, Y/N?” asked Ginny and you reached for a slice. Mrs Weasley’s sharp eyes shot a concerned look at you.

“Did you injure your hand, Y/N? Would you like me to have a look at it?”

The whole table fell silent. George casted down his eyes and was now heavily concentrating on his soup.

“Er — ” you said, immediately hiding your hand under the table. “No, thanks, it’s okay…”

“It seemed pretty serious,” said Mrs Weasley, now coming towards you. “Are you sure it’s all right, dear?”

“Yes, it’s fine, no need to worry — ”

“Show her, Y/N,” said George in a low voice, eyeing the table. “It’s what you wanted.”

You looked at George, feeling hurt, but you felt even worse when Mrs Weasley took your hand and gasped.

“Y/N! How… What… How is this…” she couldn’t find the words. Her face went pale and she found it quite difficult to breather properly. You turned your head away only to lock eyes with Sirius. He was staring at the words on your hand with a stern face.

‘I musn’t mix with purebloods’.

“Umbridge,” you said in a low voice to him. You couldn’t look at anyone else. “She…”

A chair creaked loudly on the floor next to you as George stood up and left the table without saying another word. His footsteps on the stairs made your heart sink even more.

“I’m… I’m sorry. Excuse me,” stood up and hurried out of the kitchen, too. You had no idea what you wanted to say, but you just knew you couldn’t handle this anymore. George’s silent outbursts, Fred’s suggesting looks, the guilt in your stomach… You just wanted to make things right. You wanted to talk it over. You wanted to be ony speaking terms with your boyfriend again.

You ran up to the first floor, slipping on some nasty liquid as you turned to the next set of stairs. You checked your room first but it was empty… Hurried to the next one, finding no one there either. You almost passed the drawing room, thinking there was no chance he was in there, but a small gleam of red hair made you come to a halt.

You peaked your head in quietly. He was sitting on the very end of the couch, his face buried into his hands. First you thought he was crying; but then you realised that his shoulders were rising  and falling very slowly, almost as if he was breathing while asleep — or as if he was trying to calm himself down.

Your heart broke at the scene; even more as you remembered you had caused him to feel this way. It was not until you took a few very slow steps towards the counch, that you spoke in a low voice:

“Can I sit down?”

He could clearly hear you coming in, cause he did not wince to the sound of your voice. He nodded as an answer, without raising his head from his hands. He looked extremely distressed. You felt horrible and ashamed. You sat down, unable to look away from him. You didn’t know where to start. You wanted forgiveness, but you also wanted him to know how sorry you were.

“Georgie, I… I know I messsed up.”

He didn’t answer. Your throat felt dry.

“And I know you wanted me to stop.”

No answer. Your stomach felt really uncomfortable.

“And I know that I haven’t listened to you.

He still didn’t look at you.

“And I… I understand if you hate me.”

Hearing that, he jerked his head up. His face was stuck in a grimace, in an expression of anger and disbelief.

“I don’t… Y/N, I…” he rubbed his eyes in frustration. “Agh! You know what bugs me? I don’t know what to do! I could never hate you, but I can’t sit around and watch what you’re doing to yourself anymore.”

“I know,” you whispered, and your eyes started to sting. You were staring at your hands in your lap now. You couldn’t look George in the eye anymore. “I know that.”

“And you wouldn’t listen to me. What do you suggest I do? I’ve asked you to stop nicely, I’ve asked you to stop angrily. I’ve done everything in my power to persuade you…” he shook his head in pain. “What else, Y/N? Cause I’ve run out of ideas.”

“I know,” you whimpered. You didn’t want to cry but you couldn’t help it. It was to happen at any second now. “I —”

“Look at your hand,” he said in a shaking voice. You had never seen him so furius. Not with you, anyway. He was fuming. “Look at it and tell me it’s worth it. Look at it and tell me that you like what you see. Look at it and —”

“Stop!” you cried. A small sob sqeezed itself through your lips and you felt tears running down your cheek. “I know! I know you’ve told me, I… I shouldn’t have pushed her, she… she payed me back for it, I…”

“Payed you back, what d’you mean she payed you back?”

You needed a few try before you could answer properly.

“She… s-she… she k-killed Peanut!”

“What?!” his anger was replaced by mere shock. You nodded, still crying.

“I’m… I’m an idiot, George…I am such an idiot, a stupid, stupid prat, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

You sobbed into your hand.

“Please, d-don’t hate me. Please, I’m sorry, you were right, just d-dont… I don’t want this anymore, I can’t, I can’t do this — ”

George moved directly next to you on the couch so that your knees were touching. He put one hand on your back. His face was pale and his eyes were full of worry.

“Shh, hey, hey…” after a bit of hesitation he pulled you into his arms and brushed your hair out of your face. “Don’t cry, please, it’s all right now…”

You buried your face into his neck. You saw your tears leaving wet marks on his shirt. He was tenderly soothing your hair. You could barely breath. You couldn’t calm down.

“Please, don’t… d-don’t shout at me, please don’t b-be angry with me, I am so sorry, George…”

“I won’t shout, I promise, I’d never — Y/N, please breathe, okay? — I’m not angry with you, I promise, please just try to calm down — ”

You shook your head. Your voice was muffled by his shirt.

“No, you should be an-angry, I deserve i-it…”

“I’m not following you love, do you want me to be angry or not?”

“I d-don’t want you but you should be, I’m a horrible person!”

“You’re not a horrible person,” he said sharply. “Please, try to breathe, okay?”

“I’m s-sorry… for everything…”

“It’s all right… Please don’t cry, everything’s okay, I promise…”

“Y-you mean it?”

“Of course, I mean it.”

“I w-was horrible t-to you.”

“I know, baby. It’s okay…”

“It’s n-not okay.”

“You said you’re sorry, it’s okay now…”

“You f-forgive me?”

“Of course, love… Come — come here, breathe with me okay?”

He cupped your cheeks and forced you to look into his eyes. He took a deep breath and you followed; when he exhaled you did the same. After six rounds you felt yourself calming down, breathing properly again, tears stopped.

“All right…” said George, wiping your wet face with his fingers. “You scared me there for a bit.”

“I’m really sorry… for how I behaved,” you said again, this time more clearly. “I mean it. I should’ve listened to you… She… She… Peanut…”

You felt your lip tremble again. George squeezed your shoulder firmly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes… It was him…”

You told him the story of the feather. You managed without crying this time, but George’s face went even paler.

“We have to tell Dumbledore.”

“Come on, there is no evidence…”

“But she told you!”

“She could’ve told me anything, that’s not proof.”

You took George’s hand into your scarred one. The letters were showing in bright red. For the first time in many weeks you realized what the words meant. What a disgusting meaning they bore. And you actually felt disgusted and regretted being so stupid to let things go this far.

“I promise I won’t step out of the line,” you said sadly. “I keep my head down.”

“Okay.”

“But I won’t pretend that we’re just friends,” you said firmly. “I won’t talk back, but I want to walk with you to class, I want to sit with you in the Great Hall… She can’t punish me for that… I wanna be with you… I really miss you, George.”

“I really miss you, too,” his voice cracked. “It’s been so dreadful.”

He closed his eyes rested his forehead on your shoulder. You looked at his face, his beautiful, freckled face and you just didn’t understand how could you have been so stupid before. And how could he… be like this? He… He forgave you, just like that. Even though you knew you will never forgive yourself, he did. He had the nicest soul you’d ever had the chance to know.

And suddenly a strange feeling came over you, almost like unfulfillment… And in that moment you just knew that you’ll never be able to get enough of him. You knew that there won’t be a single day when you won’t be wanting more of him… And you could not help but wonder, how was it possible to love someone as much as you loved George.

“You’re quiet,” he said and leaned back to be able to look into your eyes. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I can’t,” you said after a bit of hesitation. “It’s quite complicated.”

“You think I won’t understand?” he said with a half smile, but his eyes looked concerned.

“No, I…” you struggled, now regretting that you’d spoken at all. “Come here — come.”

You thought it was going to be easier to lie down; then you cupped George’s cheek and pulled him gently over your chest so that he’ll be on top of you, resting his head on your breast.

“You hear it?” you asked.

“Your heart? Of course, I hear it,” he said uncertainly.

“Good. It’s yours.”

He jerked his head up. You brushed his cheek with your thumb, a shy smile on your lips.

“Sappy?”

He chuckled.

“Yeah. But it’s all right if you mean it.”

“I mean it. I really mean it. I… I can’t find the words to tell you how much I love you. I just hope you feel it.”

“You’re making me so soft,” he said, shaking his head. Then he climbed closer so that his face would be in front of yours. Then he nodded seriously. “I do feel it. Please, believe me. And believe me when I say the same. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

He pressed a soft kis onto your cheek, then your mouth, then he lowered himself carefully to lie on top of you again on the narrow couch.

Snow was falling heavily now, and the strong wind outside was making sure to rattle the old windows of the house. You thought about Hogwarts, then Umbridge, then Mr Weasley who was still lying in a hospital bed somewhere in London. Then you thought about Harry and the Third Task, then the dementors that had attacked him during the summer. And as you buried your fingers into George’s hair, caressing it gently, you couldn’t help but think about your love and that how long will it last before evil interferes.

——

On the day of Christmas you woke up with a start, squinting at once at the bright sunlight that was filling in the room. You blinked for a few times, then you realized what had caused you to jerk awake so suddenly — George was leaning close, barely an inch away from your face.

“What the hell?” you exclaimed.

“Merry Christmas!” he started pushing you to scoot over and sat down to your bed. “I’ve got your present!”

“Oh, no, but I haven’t got you anything,” you teased.

“Witty,” he rolled his eyes and put a box in your hand. “Just open it.”

You sat down and brushed your hair out of your sleepy face, then looked at the package curiously. George was watching excitedly as you lifted the top of the tiny box, pulling out a thin chain that seemed to belong to a neat little necklace. It had a tiny golden locket on it, which if opened, showed a picture of the two of you. The photograph was taken in the Room of Requirement after a DA meeting. The picture-George was laughing at something while picture-you was shaking her head with a smile.

“Oh, I love it,” you said softly, your heart melting. “Thank you, George.”

“Can I…?”

You gave him the necklace and he put it around your neck, pressing a small kiss on your cheek after. You bemaed at him, then reached into your trunk to look for his package. From the  huge mess of clothes and books you pulled out a green little box.

“Here. Merry Christmas.”

He opened his gift with great anticipation. When he lifted the top of the box, his eyes went wide.

“What is this?”

“It’s called a dreamcatcher,” you said. “You should hang it above your bed. Muggles think it’s good against bad dreams and everything. But I made this one on my own… It took a while, actually.”

“Did you really?”

“Yeah. There’s something else to it, too. Smell it.”

He raised the dreamcatcher to his nose.

“It smells like vanilla.”

You smiled.

“Well… I put some Amortentia on it, charmed it so it would never fade away. I wanted to give you something that’d remind you of me even if I’m not there.”

“Witty… it’s beautiful.”

“You really like it?” you asked shyly.

“Yes, it’s brilliant, really,” he looked at the dreamcatcher again. His eyes went misty. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you kissed him on the cheek. “Breakfast?”

“You want to be careful,” said Fred, stepping through the door. “Mum’s been crying all morning.”

“What?” you asked, nervously remembering Mr Weasley. “What happened?”

“Oh, yeah, I didn’t tell you — Percy sent back the Christmas jumper,” said George in a low voice. Git.

“Ungrateful little weasel,” added Fred.

You waited ten minutes before you went down to have breakfast, and even then turned away politely as Mrs Weasley occasionally sniffled and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. You helped her do the dishes as a lame way to make her feel better, but then you and the twins joined Harry, Ron and Hermione to play Wizard’s Chess and Exploding Snap all day. In the meantime Mrs Weasley left with some people from the Order to get Mr Weasley and bring him home. You had not recieved your presents yet as she wanted to wait for him and celebrate together.

“Daddy’s back,” she said with a wide grin once you all surrounded the kitchen table, ready to have lunch. Everyone applauded Mr Weasley who seemed a bit tormented but happy to be home at last. Mrs Weasley took one of the many packages and handed it to her son. “Big box for Ron!”

Ron took his present with a reluctant smile, but you were watching George and Fred receiving identical scarves and wrapping them around their neck. George caught your eye as you were smiling to yourself and winked.

“Y/N, dear,” said Mrs Weasley, handing you a package. “Hope you’ll like it.”

You were uncertainly staring at the package in your hand, not sure what to say. You looked back at Mrs Weasley, taken aback.

“Is this for me?”

“Of course, dear! Merry Christmas!

“I didn’t think I’d get —”

“Don’t be stupid, Y/N, it’s yours!” scolded Fred, grinning.

“Fred!” said Mrs Weasley, annoyed.

“Open it, Y/N,” said George keenly.

You looked around; all the Weasleys were watching you with anticipation. You took the package again and carefully loosened the thin string around it. The paper fell off, and your eyes fell on a red fabric. You realised with great shock that it was a knitted jumper.

“I… Oh, my God,” you said, your throat dry, as you touched the soft fabric. You didn’t know what to say.

“There’s a little something there as well,” said Mrs Weasley, beaming. You folded out the jumper and found a soft, maroon knitted hat inside it.

You looked at George who was now grinning madly.

“I told you I’ll get one for you, didn’t I?”

“Is it the right color, dear?” asked Mrs Weasley anxiously. “I wasn’t sure if you — ”

You stood up from the table and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Thank you so much, Mrs Weasley.”

Her face was flushed by the sudden surprise. She patted your head gently.

“You’re welcome, dear. Do you like it?”

You were speechless. You remembered clear as day to the Hogsmeade trip when George and you, just as friends, spent a day together in the small village. He told you about his mum making jumpers and hats for Christmas. You had felt a bit jealous and sad at that time. You had felt bad, for he had had the perfect family and you didn’t. And you felt sad, thinking how nice would it be to be a part of a family like his. You had never told him this… But apparently you needn’t have done. He had known it. He had known it very well.

“I love it, Mrs Weasley,” you said, still a bit emotional as you pulled your first ever Christmas hat on your head. You sent a loving smile towards George who just didn’t seem to take his eyes off you. You beamed and in that moment you felt that you are truly a part of his wonderful family.