#I was laughing at something on tiktok and just immediately paused and clicked on the notification

[no-nightingales-iwanttodie]

I just finished watching 4 and a half hours of matpats final gtlive and I am full on sobbing. We will miss you mat.

Clap and a half for you❤️

[rafecameronssl4t]

PLS PLS DO THIS WITH KOOK!READER X RAFE AND THEYRE MARRIED AND THEYRE JUST THE HOTTEST COUPLE https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSjHYPTHf/

Low life || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

GIF by @tetragonia

A/n: shut up I’ve seen that tiktok before and he was sooooooooooooo giving buzz cut Drew but with a mo. This is the tiktok btw

Warnings: nothinggg

Word count: 862

MASTERLIST

divider by @h-aewo

“Let me see it again!” Sarah’s voice rings out with excitement as she reaches for your hand, practically bouncing in place. You laugh softly, extending your fingers toward her, the diamond catching the light in a dazzling display. Her eyes widen dramatically as she gasps, clutching your hand closer.

“Holy fuck, did it grow overnight? I swear it wasn’t this big the last time I saw it!” She twists your hand slightly, examining every angle of the ring as though it’s a rare treasure. “It’s still the same size, Sarah,” you say with a laugh, shaking your head at her theatrics.

Rafe, standing just behind you, smirks at her reaction before slipping his arm around your waist, pulling you snugly against his side. “She just can’t believe her brother has good taste for once,” he teases, earning an eye roll from Sarah. “You’re not wrong,” Sarah quips, still transfixed by the enormous diamond sparkling on your finger.

“But seriously, this thing is insane. Did you blind someone to pay for it, or…?” Rafe chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “I just know what she deserves,” he says smoothly, his voice low and affectionate. You tilt your head back to look at him, a warmth blooming in your chest as his smirk softens into something more genuine.

Sarah, ever the romantic, places a hand over her heart. “God, you two make me sick. But that ring? That makes me jealous.”

~

A gasp escapes Sarah as she sits across from you and Rafe at the patio table, her expression somewhere between shock and amusement. “What now?” you ask, pausing mid-motion on Rafe’s lap as you toy with the collar of his polo shirt.

“You need to do this TikTok with Rafe,” she announces, eyes lighting up mischievously. “I’ll send it to you—it’s perfect.” A laugh bubbles out of you as you unlock your phone, curiosity piqued. “Another TikTok?” Rafe groans dramatically, throwing his head back with exaggerated exasperation.

“Oh, don’t even start, babe,” you tease, shooting him a knowing look. “Don’t act like you don’t love it. You’re always asking me how many views we’ve gotten, and let’s not forget—you’ve gone viral countless times.” A smirk tugs at the corner of Rafe’s mouth despite his attempt to keep up his act of disinterest.

“I don’t ask—I just overhear you bragging about it.” “Sure, sure,” you say with a grin, nudging his shoulder. “Don’t let that ego of yours fool anyone. You love the attention.” Sarah snickers, scrolling on her phone. “She’s not wrong. You’re basically the face of TikTok Kook couples now.”

Rafe groans again, this time quieter, as he leans back in his chair, muttering, “What did I sign up for?” But the way his hand says squeezes your thigh and his arm pulls you closer to him says it all—he doesn’t actually mind. You watch the TikTok, the beat of Low Life already stuck in your head as the trend plays out.

A grin spreads across your face as you glance between Sarah and Rafe. “This is perfect,” you say, excitement bubbling in your voice as you immediately click on the audio to start recording. Rafe, lounging back in his seat, gives you a skeptical look. “Alright, what am I doing this time?”

“You’re doing what this guy is doing,” you explain, holding your phone up to show him the video. “When it says ‘sniper,’ you show your ring, and when it says ‘wifey,’ I show mine. Easy.” Rafe leans back, smirking as he looks at the video. “Oh, that’s what this is about? You just want another excuse to show off the ring I gave you.”

“Damn right I do,” you reply with a grin, repositioning your phone to get the angle just right. “Now stop stalling. We’re doing this.” You hit record, aiming the phone at Rafe as the music starts. He rolls his eyes playfully but immediately begins to lip-sync, leaning into his role. He raises his hand, casually flashing the sleek band on his finger, his lips curling into a smirk as he lip-syncs, “Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper.”

His eyes gleaming with confidence. You then move your phone to you, seated confidently on his lap, your diamond ring sparkling in the sunlight as you raise your hand and mouth, “Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey.” Your gaze is playful yet proud, Rafe watching you intensely on your phone.

The video ends as the beat fades, and you immediately hit stop, glancing up at Rafe with a satisfied grin. He shakes his head, laughing under his breath. “You’re too good at convincing me to do these things.” Sarah claps her hands together, already reaching for your phone. “You two are ridiculous,” she says, grinning. “But also ridiculously good at this. TikTok is going to eat this up.”

You laugh, leaning into Rafe as you start trimming the video to perfection. “They’d better,” you reply, your voice teasing. “We’re setting the standard for Kook couples, officially the blueprint now.” Rafe hums, his arm sliding around your waist. “Anything for you, wifey,” he murmurs, low enough for only you to hear, making your cheeks flush despite yourself.

[avatar-anna]

Handful

my inspiration seems to come from couple tiktok trends, so here we go again! (x)

"Get the fuck over here and get on top of me...Put it in. Put it in right now."

The sound coming from your phone was only slightly muffled, just loud enough to garner your boyfriend's attention. You watched, admittedly with a little glee, as Harry's head cocked to the side, registering the noise. He had one airpod in for his meeting, his other ear unoccupied in case you needed him for any reason.

Your boyfriend's head turned in your direction, and you pretended not to notice, keeping your gaze glued to your phone and quickly paused the audio on your phone to avoid suspicion. You wanted to wait a little longer to see what Harry would do.

"Did you say something?" he asked.

"Uh...No, no. Go back to your meeting, lover," you told him, the picture of innocence.

Only mildly suspicious, Harry focused back on his computer, apologizing for getting distracted. You waited a couple minutes before pressing play again, your belly flipping as you did so. There were a couple heavy pants, then, "Look at me. Give me that hair. Give me that neck and look at me. Who's a good girl? Say it."

Harry's head shot up immediately after that, a wild look of confusion on his face. His eyes caught yours immediately, and you couldn't hide the blush on your cheeks.

The jig was up, and it maybe lasted three minutes.

"Hey, I'm gonna have to call you back," Harry said, barely looking at his computer screen as he quickly ends his call. A loud slap comes from your phone's speaker, and it takes everything in you not to laugh at the look on your boyfriend's face as he walks over to you. "What the hell are you listening to?"

"Nothing!" you blurt, immediately clicking your phone off, cutting off the sound. "It's nothing."

"Are you listening to audiobooks now? Is that what this is?"

Harry was nearly on top of you as he asked his questions, not quite reaching for your phone yet but you can see the curiosity written plainly on his face. There's an edge to it too, a spark in his green eyes that lights you on fire.

"No, it was just a TikTok!" you insisted. "What's the problem?"

"The problem, my love," Harry started, tipping your chin to meet his gaze. "Is that you're distracting me."

You shrugged your shoulders innocently. "Oh, well I'll just go upstairs. I know you're busy, so—"

"Ah ah ah. I didn't say that," Harry said, stopping you before you could even move. The glint in his eyes was even more prevalent now. "You have my attention now, dove, so take what you want."

You didn't have to be told twice. Your arms wrapped around his neck before eagerly pulling him in for a kiss. Harry hummed against your lips, his hand cupping the side of your face and holding you against him like he always did. The callused pads of his fingers scratched over your cheekbone, sending shivers through your body as you pulled him closer.

You kissed him until you felt like you couldn't breathe, moving your lips to his jaw and along his ear as he sat up, taking you with him until you straddled his waist. Harry's hands found your waist, then the skin beneath your shirt, rubbing and kneading and urging you on until your hips rolled against his.

Then, before you could do anything else, Harry pulled you back. With swollen lips, your chest moving rapidly as you caught your breath, you looked at him with a shocked expression.

"What the—"

"Gotta get back to my meeting, dove," Harry said, pecking your lips once before lifting you up and setting you back down on your spot on the couch.

"B—But—"

"If you'd been a good girl and didn't try to distract me on purpose, I might've given you what you wanted. I still will, just not when you want it," he said, looking so smug you threw a couch cushion at him. Harry laughed and swatted it away before settling back into his chair in front of his computer, adjusting himself in his pants as he opened it back up.

You stared in disbelief at his smile, at his utter restraint. You could see the bulge in his pants from here, and there was a red mark on his neck—not quite a hickey, but still visible, even on a grainy camera.

"You knew," you finally said.

Harry typed a couple things before responding. "I did."

"How—"

"I'm not on TikTok as much as you are, but I'm not as old and out of touch as some people would like to believe," he said, covering his satisfied smirk with his hand. "I'll admit, you caught me off guard, but I know you, Y/n. You know you really are a handful sometimes."

You huffed. Your prank, if you could even call it that, was an epic fail. Now you were horny but too stubborn to do anything about it because Harry beat you to the punchline, and Harry was too busy reveling in his victory to give in.

"Whatever. I'll just get myself off then," you muttered, pushing yourself off the couch to head up to your room.

"Yeah. Sure. Good luck with that, dove," Harry said, pooping his air pod back in his ear. "If you let me finish this meeting without any other pranks, I'll take care of you when I'm done. Might have to remind you how to be a good girl."

Your core heated at the thought, despite your initial spoiled plans. Maybe you'd get your way after all.

"Go, before I sit you under this table and give you a proper punishment for your antics." You couldn't hide the way your eyes lit up at the suggestion, and Harry readjusted himself. "Not this time, dove. I really do need to focus during this meeting. Another time, though. Now go upstairs and wait for me."

Walking over to him, you kissed him once, hands running along the soft material of his shirt, nails grazing where they met skin. You trailed all the way down to his pants, grazing lightly over the bulge there. "Love you," you murmured before pulling back.

"Fuckin' handful, I swear," Harry sighed, breathing deeply through his nose as if to regain his composure. "Love you too, you little minx."

[monicahar]

“thanks for the flowers!”

“what flowers?”

in which they find out you receive a gift from someone that isn't them.

characters; wanderer, alhaitham, kaveh

; i keep seeing that damn tiktok 😐 gender neutral reader, fluff, crack,

WANDERER eyes you skeptically, suspicion being evident on his pale features as he scans your expression up and down. has he already caught on to your little prank?

“first of all, who in their right mind would court you? and with some sappy flowers as well?”

you return his unamused gaze, finding him very unfunny.

“you do know that you're dating me, right?”

“unfortunately.” he clicks his tongue, further leaning towards your face, brows still furrowed as if he's trying to decipher something, gazing at you with an unreadable expression that has your resolve crumbling. “is this another one of your antics to get a rise out of me? if so, it's not working.”

his lips break out into a grin upon watching your eyes widen. but your shock doesn't last long—him immediately seeing through your silly scheme isn't an unexpected outcome, funnily enough.

“you're too serious sometimes.” you pout at him whilst he scoffs, “just humor me. what would you actually do if i managed to receive flowers from another?”

“it's simple—you can't.” comes his swift and confident reply, offending you as you stare at him incredulously, weighing the implication of his words.

“you speak of me like i'm the most unattractive person in teyvat—what do you mean i can't?”

“you're an idiot. would i have really chosen you if you were unattractive in any way?” he crosses his arms before facing you completely, indigo hues staring directly into yours.

“i already eliminated all those who dare steal you from me.”

...?

you freeze on the spot, processing what you've just heard.

“...excuse me?”

“—just kidding. i'm no longer that type of person, hah.” he huffs out a derisive laugh, yet his humorous farce does not meet his eyes.

not finding any comfort in his supposed testament of it only being a joke, you opt to stare at him confusingly in return. weirdo.

ALHAITHAM, much like the wanderer, catches on to the prank immediately. whether it's intuition, scarily precise deduction or just the way you generally act weird when it comes to lying to his face—he still figured you out in the end like it's nothing.

but unlike the wanderer, he decides to humor you and play along. what a good boyfriend.

“...you mean you didn't give me the flowers?” you flutter your lashes at him, a horrible and terribly inefficient way to convince him that the whole thing with the flowers is actually real. alhaitham suddenly has the rare urge to laugh. since when did you act like this?

alhaitham shifts in his seat. “no. who do you think it's from?”

“hm.” you hum thoughtfully, bringing a finger to your chin as if in deep thought. the scribe briefly wonders how far you're willing to take this joke. but he digresses—the chances of him actually getting mad at you are akin to that of kaveh finally shutting up—

“maybe kaveh? he grew an interest in flowers recently, so i've heard. maybe he sent some as like a sign of friendship or something along those lines...there's no way it means something else, riiiiiight?”

alhaitham pauses his train of thought.

speak of the devil.

momentarily doubting his conclusion that you're just pulling a prank, he quietly glowers at you as if silently telling you to take back your words.

“what about him?”

you immediately cower upon the drop in his tone—raising your arms in defense when alhaitham moves to stalk closer to you. “i was joking! i didn't get any flowers from anyone and last time i conversed with kaveh was when i—”

“let's go.” he grabs the back of your collar and drags you along, a newfound heavy weight in his footsteps as an indescribable and uncomfortable feeling creeps up on his neck.

“i really was just joking, 'haitham! i was bored and i wanted to annoy you for a bit! i swear!”

even if it wasn't true, the thought of kaveh gifting you flowers without his knowledge—

alhaitham's expression subconsciously turns sour. quite unlucky that you couldn't witness the extremely scarce sight of jealousy on your boyfriend as you are comically dragged against your will behind him.

“the nearest flower shop is just around the corner. tell me if anything piques your interest.” he says in way that has no room for argument. he is getting you flowers now.

KAVEH falls for it, obviously. not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed outside his designated profession, you see.

“i don't remember buying any flowers...” he mutters to himself, the gears in his head turning. it's almost laughable when he finally pieces your words together, a look of disbelief painfully present on his faxe but by some miracle, you resisted the urge to burst out in giggles right then and there. “wait...i didn't send any!”

“is that so...then who would send me flowers other than you?” you edge him on, instigating at its finest, much poking a sleeping bear with a stick while you circle it tauntingly.

an actual enraged kaveh is something you've never seen before, just some tantrums and endless ranting about some clients and his roommate. you've always wanted to see it—just not directed at you, hopefully.

“that's...ah, people already know you're dating me though, so it can't be someone hitting on you. maybe it's just from a relative or—”

“really?” you tilt your head, feigning a bit of confusion. “then i suppose i should keep these red roses then. i'll ask tighnari how to keep them alive, i guess.”

“w-wait, wait—could you repeat that?”

“hm?” you face him, “i'll ask tighnari?”

“no, the one before that.”

“...i'll keep the red roses?” you had to hold yourself back from grinning ear to ear when his eyes widen.

it's not unexpected that someone versed in the beauty of art would recognize one of the most common flower's meaning. quite the handy trivia.

he immediately stands up, grabbing your hand in tow as you yelp in surprise at his abruptness.

“kaveh?!”

“those flowers mean love! like, actual romantic love! i'll burn it for you right now! where'd you put it!?” the intensity of his ruby gaze sends shudders down your spine.

“it's not like i reciprocate it—”

“still, no one other than me should be sending those...!” kaveh tightens his grip on your hands, “i don't like the idea of someone hitting on you. i can't let anyone attempt to take you away from me...”

you blink. “kaveh...”

“—that's why show it to me now! or i'll bite you!”

“okay, okay! jeez...”

now...how are you going to break the news to him that it was actually yellow roses, and most definitely not from an admirer?

the biggest hater of my work is myself. wtf am i writing bruh ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

[localgirlbecomesobsessed]

Cursed detective inc ™️

Xena gets injured and forced on bed rest for just one day…in that one day she decides to help the students of Darkwick…turning this inspector into a detective.

(Whoever you ship Xena with really)

This went a bit dark.

This came out a bit gory, it is a small horror story kind of? So pls don’t read if you’re triggered by violence or blood.

Contains:violence;death; murder; serial killer; blood;injury

“Stay in bed you absolute freak.”

Leo glowered at her as he caught her trying to move for the fifth time today, Xena frowned at him grumpily crossing her arms as Sho sighed in exasperation.

“You’re wounded.”

She sighed looking at her sprained foot in disdain as Leo placed a laptop in front of her. They’ve placed her in Leo’s bed for the day, both feeling slightly guilty as she sprained it doing a something for the two of them…how was they supposed to know a giant car wheel would come loose and roll straight into the ladder Xena was on, she was about to clamber onto Leo’s shoulders as the other was on Sho’s shoulders…they wanted to do a video for tiktok.

“Watch a movie or something, pro Nicky said you’ll be better by tomorrow so just fucking chill.”

He stormed out the door as Sho placed a platter of snacks beside her, gently taking her hand as he poked her in the face.

“Tis a scratch.” •_•

She mumbled leaning back onto the pillow as Sho shook his head in disapproval.

“You really are an idiot honour roll, I was really worried…I never heard you scream like that-“

She sighed again, she wasn’t expecting to be thrown off a ladder, the momentum made it so the scream she’d usually keep in when faced with these sort of things…it just slipped out.

“But I’m booooored Sho, can’t I help at the truck or something?”

She flopped backwards, closing her eyes as she avoided the very pointed look being thrown at her.

“Surely there’s some work the chancellor or one of the other pricks can give you?”

Work…

Xena was in deep thought as a grande idea sprang into her mind.

“Yep, there sure is…you’re right, I’ll be fine!!”

———————————————————Kaito looked at the new forum post with a mixture of horror and amusement as he quickly showed Luca, the other in deep meditation as he peeked an eye open at Kaito.

‘INSPECTOR AT YOUR SERVICE!

Need a mystery or problem solved, comment below and inspector Xena will look into it🫡

I won’t air anyone’s dirty laundry out for everyone to see but will leave a solved or rejected stamp under each plea; keep in mind I may reject it as well.

Luca raised an eyebrow as Kaito clicked on the forum, eyes widening at the stream of replies, some joking or asking if this was actually real and some were actually…serious.

‘I need help, I think my boyfriend Matsu is cheating on me, can you find out!?’

It was the first one with a solved stamp underneath it…kaito cracked up as he saw the request after that one.

‘Help!!!! My gf found out I cheated on her?!Can you fix it?!’

A big fat reject stamp glowed underneath the request as the person who asked for help commented a bunch of threats that Xena just replied with laughing faces too.

Oh god…this is gonna be trouble.

Kaito couldn’t help but think as he scrolled through the requests, surprisingly a lot of these were already solved, they were easy ones about relationships, problems that people struggled with in class, fights with friends…but then there was this one;

‘My friend went missing a couple of weeks ago…can you help me find her?’

The request was accepted and it seems Xena has paused the submissions as it was the last one there. There’s been no more movement on the page and Kaito couldn’t stop himself as he started calling Xena.The call that was immediately declined as he texted her with furious speed, deleting and resending the texts as he panicked.

Betty Crocker 👱‍♂️: want help??

That’s what he ended up with as he awaited Xena to read it, Luca finished his meditation and started reading through the forum on phone in a state of curiosity.

“She’s done all this since the morning?”

He asked amazed, the multiple cases being solved with actual people saying how happy they were its solved?

Queen🫥: can you check out someone called Jebediah Lucas? He was the last person to speak to the missing person; I went through her texts and he seemed to be the last person to meet her, after that it’s radio silence and Jebediah’s last location was the Frostheim dorms.

Kaito eyes widened as he realised what student she was talking about, jebediah was some mega rich kid who was already on thin ice for harassing female students in the dorm, he was meant to be on lockdown whilst the captain debated what to do with him…for the past couple of weeks.

Queen🫥:take Luca with you just in case, phone me as soon as you find anything.

Kaito was stressed as he and Luca made their way to Jebediah’s room, he was an arsehole…but surely he wouldn’t…he couldn’t-he’s in the academy how could he?

———————————————————

“Thank you for coming Kagura.”

Xena had moved herself to the common area, her foot propped on the table as she typed away at the computer.

Kagura Kinzuki, another hotarubi student with close relations to the victim (Amelia) Kagura who pleaded for Xena’s help and who was now currently sobbing as Xena read through the texts between Amelia and Jebediah.

“I-I told her not to come that night! That she should’ve stayed at the dorms…we sometimes hang out in the forest during the evening…”

Alan came over a bottle of water in hand as he handed it to the panicked student.

“what time approximately did you last see her?”•_•

Xena asked as she felt bile rise up in her throat…the texts started normal, he flirted-she rejected-he turned vile sending harassment on the daily, but…the ones right before she went missing. He had threatened to do unspeakable things to her, sent her weird torture videos saying he can cover it up and no one would care…

“Right before I went into the forest…so maybe-6ish?”

Xena nodded adding that to her document as Alan managed to get the young woman to calm down, Xena sighed as she plopped her laptop beside her, clasping her hands together as she leaned forward.

“Kagura, I…have you seen these texts?”

Kagura shook her head, she hiccuped as she tried to take deep breaths, her tear stained cheeks burned from the waterfalls that had previously burst from her eyes.

Xena had to be careful about how she goes about it, she had sent Kaito to check out Jebediah’s dorm but…she’s not sure what they’d find-if they find anything.

“I don’t-I couldn’t look when I found it in the forest-I tried to give it to the teachers but…the giant creature attacked when I was about too and everything-“

Xena cut her off, that damned idiot who ate the mermaid scales…Amelia would’ve disappeared a day before he turned into the Akira-esque monster.

“It’s okay, it’s better I have it than they do, I’m just sorry I didn’t do this sooner…”

If she had opened up herself to the students, instead of running around for the damned faculty maybe they would’ve been more likely to find her alive…or if the faculty actually brought her something like this to deal with instead of organising files then maybe…

Alan frowned but didn’t disagree, how could he?

“What’s Amelia like?”

She was careful in not using the word was, Kagura still seems hopeful that she’s still alive and Xena couldn’t bring herself to crush it, not without concrete proof…and she couldn’t help but think that not everything adds up.

Kaito and Luca still hadn’t messaged her back, she had messaged Haku about the student, he filed a report with Moby who said they’ll look into it. It seems to have fallen on the back burner whilst the events of mortkranken wreaked havoc amongst the school.

“She’s funny, sweet, really cute when she laughs and she always carried snacks with her I-she’s my best friend I can’t lose her..!”

She was sobbing again and an awkward Alan handed her some tissues.

Xena remained stoic as she nodded along before her phone let out a shrill cry, it was Kaito.

“Yo…don’t move and don’t touch anything I’ll be there-Alan…”

She gestured for him to follow her, guiding him to the kitchen as she leaned against the wall, her ankle felt like it was on fire , they both made sure to keep Kagura in their eye-line.

“Don’t let her out of your sight, I can’t risk her following and seein-”

She took a deep breath as Alan’s eyes widened with realisation.

They had found Amelia. ———————————————————

Kaito was trying to hold in the bile that was threatening to escape him as he heaved outside the dorm room, Luca patted his back as he frantically spoke to Thoma over the phone.

Xena came hobbling into the hallway with Hyde by her side as they both put on face masks, the ones with ventilators as they were definitely going to need it, they put on gloves and plastic boot covers, Xena struggling with one foot as the pain became too much.

“You okay?”

Kaito weakly nodded as did luca , he continued to comfort Kaito rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“We’ll be fine but-“

Xena patted Luca’s shoulder, the two maintaining eye contact as Hyde proceeded to call a team in to help lock the area off.

“Did you touch anything? See anything strange?”

Xena frowned as Luca shook his head, she was going to leave the two outside, so they wouldn’t have to deal with whatever happened in there again.

“The doors been barricaded with towels and air fresheners so the smell wouldn’t escape…they’ve been wrapped and sealed and the area hasn’t been cleaned.”

Lucas methodically went through everything he could remember, keeping up a calm demeanour despite the sick feeling grabbing at his stomach.

“It’s bad…there’s two-“

Kaito heaved again.

Kaito knew one of the girls…he had spoken to her just last week-so how?

“Maybe…get him out of here, alert Jin to what’s going on and I’ll handle things here.”

She tried to be kind when saying it but didn’t miss the way the duo deflated at her words.

“You guys did good work today, thank you so much…but please tell Jin, is Thoma on his way?”

They both nodded as they started walking off to the kings quarters. Xena sighed as she opened the door, Hyde joining her as they both physically gasped at the pungent smell overwhelming them.

“Who woulda guessed that the inspector turned detective case would turn out so…horrific.”

Hyde started to narrate trying to lighten the mood as the dark room embodied them, blood splattered across the room, sheets rumpled and destroyed with dried dark brown stains littered across the bed. The walls were covered in splattered blood and matter, the tightly wrapped bodies laid against the walls as Hyde handed her a pair of scissors, he had a mini kit with him so they’d be able to start investigating before the team gets there.

Xena tried not to breath too deeply as she started cutting the the ropes off of the bag, slowly unravelling it as a head of red hair peaked out from it. That sickening cold gut feeling sank to the pits of her stomach as the decomposing body of Amelia Sharr was revealed.

“Fuck sake.”

Xena angrily muttered to herself, she knew this wasn’t going to end well…but to see it in real life…she wiped the scissors clean with an alcohol wipe before going to open the other one,this one wasn’t wrapped as well as Amelias, if she looked closely she could probably see who it was from the shoddy way she’s been wrapped up, but she didn’t know who to expect when she opened up the bag, didn’t want to get to close…but she had too.

She didnt know how to handle the head of black hair popping out of the bag as Kagura’s face revealed itself.

“What the fuck?!”

She fell backwards, pain snapping into her ankle as she pushed herself away from the bodies.

“That-that’s the girl who came to me for help?!?”

She shrieked as she tried to calm down her overbearing heart as Hyde quickly pulled her up.

“Take a Moment.”

He ordered as he let go of her as she tried to stabilise herself, she touched each of her fingers, wiggled her toes and counted down from 20 as she started searching the room, pulling out anything and everything to get a clue as Hyde speedily called Sho to go get Alan.

Whoever was with him, definitely wasn’t Kagura kinzuki.

She searched under the drawers, only finding a basic notebook and school books as she continued, ignoring the stares from the dead girls beside her as she searched under the mattress.

Her fingers tracking under the bedding as she locked onto a small baggie, she held it out as Hyde turned on a flashlight and scanned the bag, it had strange blue pills in it, they had a strange shimmer to it and as Hyde pressed a flashlight against it…it moved.

“Shit…xena you said this was the last place Jebediah was?”

She nodded as she searched through his clothes drawer, she felt something hard underneath his pyjamas as she pulled out a well worn diary, she started flicking through it, a horrified expression taking over her.

“This is where I last traced his phone…should I try calling it, we might be able to locate it?”

She handed the diary to Hyde, rage flowing through her as she stepped out of the room, calmly grabbing a bag to put her gloves in as she stepped further into the hallway, slamming her fist into the wall. The things that man has wrote…the things he’s done, it was horrific and the fact he covered it up with money and threats, they should hope that someone else gets to him before she does.

The diary went into detail about the anomalies he’s taken and made into his playthings…how he got bored of hurting them and found a ‘docile girl’ to take their place…he had planned everything that he was going to do to her, Kagura was just a plus for him, the two were having a date in the forest when he grabbed them, spraying them with knock out gas and dragging them back to his room by using the yako mixture to turn them into small dolls.

But he failed to mention one thing, there was nothing docile about those girls, from the state of the room filled with broken lamps and moved furniture…they fought hard.

Hyde stepped out of the room, walking over as he gently leaned against the wall near her.

“It’s the hair of a Yako mixed with unknown substances…it can give the power to shapeshift.”

Xena nodded in agreement, deeply sighing as she brushed a hand through her hair in distress.

“He’s been parading as the girl he killed for weeks…so why kick up a fuss now?”

She put on another pair of gloves as she started calling his phone, storming back into the room as the loud vibrations beckoned her over, she found it hidden between the thin gap of the wardrobe and the wall.

She grabbed the tongs from the kit and put it into an evidence bag as she checked to see what sort of passcode it needed-it was a four digit code.

She whipped out her phone once again, sending a message to Leo;

John Xena-can you get me the passcode for Jebediah Lucas’ phone-it’s for a case 🫶🏼

She handed the bag to Hyde as she texted Alan to let her know if ‘Kagura’ was okay.

ALligator- she’s fine…she seems to only care about when you’re coming back though.

A shaky breath rattled its way out of Xena, Jebediah was waiting for her…he knows she knows…

She might just kill him.

Leonardo dick- it’s 8972, but also wtf are you doing ffs?! Why is Frostheim locked down?!???!

Hyde had already put an alert out, the framed art announcements telling students to stay in their dorms except vagastrom who’s about to be advised to evacuate the dorm and stay away. They’ve also alerted them that the entire school was on lockdown, if anyone tried to leave they’d be apprehended.

She sighed ignoring the text as she grabbed the bag from Hyde, who looked at her confused as she literally just handed it over. She typed in the passcode as she started searching through his phone, all his texts have been deleted, it was basically wiped besides…besides the videos.

He filmed all of it.

It seemed to be over three days of torture for each girl, he made one watch as the other begged for him to stop.

He wanted them to find the videos.

Hyde swiped the bag back before she could crush it to pieces, her anger emitting into the room as the team finally arrived, Yuri and Jiro came swooping in to analyse the bodies properly.

“I’m going back.”

She announced hobbling out the door.

Hyde looked at her in a mixture of amusement and disbelief, he didn’t move to stop her and instead watched as she’s unsteadily left the room.

Jiro and Yuri started the process of transferring the two girls to Mortkranken for a proper autopsy.

Hyde grinned as he texted Sho, alerting him to what his favourite honour student was doing.

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The tricycle took her all the way to vagastrom, she was glad the tricycle was actually cooperating…though the clown horn that honked every few minutes was obnoxious.

She ungracefully got off the bike stumbling as she tried to quickly make her way into the shared common room. She was met with emptiness, no Alan-no Jebediah and no students?

She immediately tried to call Alan, but there was no answer. She then tried to call Sho, knowing Hyde called him, again no answer.

She checked the find my friend’s app in a state of panic as she tried to locate Alan…it said he was in the pit.

She marched off into the pit, ignoring the throbbing pain in her ankle as she tried to stealthily make her way in, sending her location to Kaito and Luca in the hopes that they’ll come as backup just in case something goes horrifically wrong.

As it always does.

Of course, as she walks into the room she spots an unconscious Alan with a furious Sho having a stand off with a maniacal Jebediah. He was waving a long knife in the air, peeled skin laid around him as he seemed to have actually shedded his disguise. Alan didn’t seem harmed just knocked out, no doubt he used whatever he used on the girls. They were close by, not in the caged section but just a little bit out of it, Jebediah was too caught up in his evil monologue to notice the new addition of the room.

…or so she thought.

“Inspector Xena! So lovely of you to join us~did you see my lovely display, what did you think? Impressive? Beautiful? Would you like to be apart of my next one?”

He dramatically swirled his arm in the air, making a point as he gestured towards her, she groaned as she walked over, grimacing as the closer she got the more dried blood she could see on the knife…and on Jebediah.

Sho made a move to take him down but stopped when he saw Xena hold her hand out.

“It was quite the display.” •_•

She clicked on her recorder, learning from Ritsu to always keep one on hand, she slowly walked closer towards them as she held her hands up, making herself seem less like a threat.

Jebediah giggled as he spun the knife, his pinky finger caressing the blunt side of the knife as he lovingly looked at Xena making it hard to keep the disgust from appearing on her face as she met his gaze. His long brown hair swaying gently as he moved closer towards her, as he came closer she could see the claw marks on his shirt, the blood and pieces of flesh scattered on him…those bodies were a couple weeks old but these looked fresher.

“It was quite a display…but was that you’re only one? Surely someone as talented as you doesn’t have just one piece to share.”•_•

She kept her face stoic as he gripped onto her shoulders, his face incredibly close to hers as the deathly smell of his breath swam around her, he clearly hadn’t washed or brushed his teeth for the past couple of weeks. The skin he’d been previously wearing seemed to have torn at his own, deep red marks from peeling it off combined with more claw marks across his cheeks…they seemed older, most likely from Amelia and Kagura.

“Oh my-you’re definitely not just a pretty face.”

He traced the knife over the scar on her cheek as she met his gaze, not backing down, it’s definitely not what she should be doing, he was like a wild animal and took her defiance quite hard as he pressed the knife harder into her cheek, trying to gain a reaction.

“Maybe I have a couple more…losers no one would particularly miss or notice missing~it’s why I thought you’d be a nice change of pace-they were just so dull to play with.”

He glared down at her, fury dancing in the flames of his eyes as his free hand twirled her hair loosely in his fingers.

“But you’re quick inspector~not as dim as I imagined…”

She tried to beat the fear down as it kept trying rise up within her, yet, it seemed he could see it within Xena’s very being as a cold and cruel smile graced his face.

“Get your guard dog to go in the cage like good pup and I’ll tell you where they are.”

His voice barely a whisper as he leaned into her. He spun and wrapped an arm around her waist as he turned his attention to Sho, who seemed frozen in place, fury and bloodlust swirling around him as Xena could tell Sho just might snap if this continues.

“Sho-go into the pit please.”

Her voice shook as she stared at him wide eyed, willing him to go in there as the Jebediah pressed the knife lazily to her jugular.

She needed to know where the others were, she couldn’t just leave the victims to rot away without being put to rest.

She could sense movement behind her, but it was only one person…Leo.

“You see I had to live as little Kagura for a while~I had to find something to do…turns out there’s some desperate people looking to connect in Darkwick~”

He pressed it a little harder, she could it was just about to break skin…she didn’t have a lot of time.

“How many?” •_•

Laughter echoed throughout the room as he released the knife’s hold on her, instead cuddling into her, his arms locked around her neck as he hummed amused…Xena thought she was going to sick.

“3 more~ but that got boring, I was going to do one from each house but I couldn’t do it from my own house of course, plus obscuary and jabberwock would’ve been a massive pain~”

So that must mean it’s vagastrom, mortkranken and sinostra.

“I can see the little cogs turning Xena~”

He giggled into her ear, tapping the knife’s hilt against the side of her head.

“I’ll tell you since you’re such a curious kitty, of course I already did Hotarubi~ I had one male student from mortkranken, one female student from vagastrom and oh~two male students from sinostra.”

She gulped as he slid his hands to her wrists waving them about as he smiled sadistically at her. Her heart was thumping so hard she didn’t know what would kill her first Jebediah or the oncoming panic attack.

“Where are they?”•_•

Her voice sounded strained as she tried to stop herself from just turning around and beating him unconscious. He was enjoying this too much and she couldn’t stand his hands on her, she wanted to rip them off and break him fingers one by one…that won’t get her the locations though, nor will that make him more comfortable answering her questions, though it would make things easier for her.

“Hmmmm~let’s see! Where are they? Why they’re in the Hotarubi forest my love-“

His hands slid down trying to grip her waist as he inhaled her scent…Xena couldn’t handle it anymore.

She couldn’t stand his hands on her.

She quickly stepped away launching a high kick right into his chest to put him off balance, she sweeped her leg under his as she slammed her stronger foot onto the hand holding the knife as he yelped in pain. She didn’t stop until she heard the sound bones crunching underneath her shoes, she collapsed onto the ground her knees hitting the concrete ground with a harsh thump the pain ricocheted throughout her but she didn’t have time to think about it. Jebediah tried to force himself up but Xena was too quick, swinging hard at him as his head bounced against the concrete floor from the impact of her punch.

She couldn’t stop after that…

She kept punching him, fists beating into whatever they could get too, she felt his nose crunch under her touch, his ribs snap as the flurry of punches become more frantic as the minutes ticked on…Leo watched wide eyed as he watched the girl before him lose control, his phone lowering as he turned off the camera, if she was going to kill him they needed deniability.

She could heard someone yelling in fury and it wasn’t until Sho pulled her off of him that she realised it was her. Her knuckles were split open as she pushed Sho away from her, she couldn’t have anyone touching her, she just couldn’t.

Not while she could feel those greasy grimey hands all over her.

Luca and Kaito were there too, pulling Jebediah harshly away from the scene and towards a furious Thoma and Jin.

He was still alive, gargling words as he looked terrified at how the events have gone down. Staring fearfully at the vengeful Jin, Thoma leaned down a gloved hand clutching at Jebediah’s chin whispering something as Jebediah screamed and tried to scuttle away, only to be stopped by a livid Luca who held him in place.

Hyde and Dante came with a security team as Jebediah got dragged away, Xena fumbled to grab her recorder as she struggled to get up, her ankle screaming at her not to move as Sho hovered around her.

She handed the recorder to Dante, who looked at her with worry deep in his eyes as he took it off of her, Hyde snatched it and shoved it into an evidence bag.

“We’ve got it from here.”

Hyde nodded at her as she wearily sighed.

“Shower, keep your clothes in a bag for us, we’ll get you new ones, we’ll reconvene tomorrow with the chancellor and go through everything. “

Xena numbly nodded to Dante’s instructions.

“You need a search party.”

She mumbled out as Alan clumbered his way towards her, Leo waking him up as he spilled water over him.

“I’ll do it, the Hotarubi forest?”

She glanced up at Alan wide eyed nodding as she opened her phone, starting a group chat with Alan, Haku and Subaru as she half explained the situation, proclaiming the need for a search party for the bodies.

“Haku and Subaru can help they can navigate the forest really well.”

Alan mumbled a thanks as he hurriedly marched his way out of the pit, embarrassed and upset about being knocked out, despite it not being his fault at all.

Thoma ordered Kaito to follow him to ensure the vagastrom captain didn’t get lost on his journey.

Leo sighed as he went to prepare a bath for Xena, who really didn’t know how she was staying on her feet right now, everything in her body was screaming at her to sit down but she just couldn’t.

An uncomfortable energy raced through her as she watched the three Frostheim students discuss something with eachother, worried glances turned her way as Jin approached them.

He glanced at Sho who backed away a little bit, giving them some space as Jin held out his hand, expecting Xena to take it, yet she shook her head him and watched him sigh nodding in understanding.

“You gonna stay here tonight?”

He asked gently, lighting up a cigarette.

“Yeah…are you guys going back to the dorms?”

He nodded, giving her a rare smile as Thoma called for him.

“You gonna be alright Xe?”

She gave him an awkward smile, running a thumb over her split knuckles, wincing slightly at the pain.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine…”

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“You’re going to have to end the detective services you’ve offered the students Xena.”

She rolled her eyes fumbling with her bandages as she lazily laid across the armchair in the chancellors office.

Her sprained ankle that had gotten infinitely worse, hanged off the side as she rerolled the oversized mustard joggers, they were Leo’s and the softest things in the world.

“No.”•_•

She stubbornly said as she glanced over the infuriated chancellor, they’ve been in this meeting for several hours, going over the statements with each individual ghoul that was involved.

Alan, Haku and Subaru found the bodies in the woods, Zenji helping them as he called to their ghosts to lead the way.

Dante was going through all the paperwork and Hyde sorted things at Frostheim with Thoma and Jin.

“In fact, I’d like it if you brought issues like missing students and stuff like that to me.” •_•

She fiddled with the sleeves of her jumpers, it was one of Sho’s and now it’s hers, they must’ve given her the softest clothing to ever exist and she is 100% going to steal both items of clothing and she’s not sorry about it.

The chancellor spluttered at her request, Moby paused in feeding the cats as Xena continued to keep up a chill disposition.

“If we have the ability to prevent what happened yesterday, then we should take it! You can put a different house with me for each task to help garner a trust with the gen students as well as within the ghouls…” •_•

She folded her arms as the chancellor looked at her in disbelief.

“No one even-“

She interrupted him glaring at professor Moby, who visibly flinched, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the chancellor.

“Haku reported Amelia’s disappearance…to professor moby.”

Professor.Moby who did nothing, maybe too distracted with the other tasks and giant immortal being but that doesn’t really excuse it, it fell through the cracks in the worst way.

“Ahem, I see Xena, you can carry on your detective services…you can leave now, we’ll call you back if we need anything else.”

His brow was furrowed as he glared at Moby, who was visibly sweating. Xena got up wobbling slightly as exhaustion seeped into her bones.

“One last thing…I’d like to do a ceremony with Haku and Hotarubi’s help…for the spirits of the ones we lost.”

The chancellor looked at her in surprise as the soft tone danced throughout the room, even Moby turned to look at her.

“Of course, we’ll start the proceedings to organise it with the two of you later today.”

Xena nodded in agreement as she hobbled out the room, she could already hear the beginnings of the screaming match lecture that the chancellor was giving Moby.

Sho met her outside the room, the campus was on lockdown today, not that Sho would’ve left Xena’s side today. He scooped her up as she sighed leaning her head on his shoulder as he looked down at her with worry.

“I’m fine~ sorry you had to wait long! Hope you didn’t get too bored haha.”

He clutched her closer to him, not wanting to make her too uncomfortable. She was fine after the bath, well as fine as one could be after everything that went down…but she only seemed to want a select few people around her, Sho, Alan and Leo being the main three and only three she seems able to tolerate at the moment.

“I’m okay honour roll~I’ll always wait for you.”

She wasn’t prepared for the tenderness in his voice or the crinkle in his eyes as he stared down at her, she couldn’t help snuggling into him humming happily as they approached Bonnie, he placed her gently down as he put the helmet on her.

“I can do things ya know.”

She giggled as he clasped the helmet onto her, grinning cheekily down at her.

“Hmm guess ya could~”

He tapped the shielded bit of the helmet as he copied her, he slid onto the bike as she wrapped her arms around him as they drove their way back to the vagastrom dorms.

[chrisevanslovesposts]

Harper Thomas and Chris Evans interview

"Hi, I'm Chris Evans." Harper said and Chris looked at her confused.

She looked at him and he started to laugh making her laugh and cover her face. The screen went black before they popped back up.

"Hi, I'm Chris Evans, and this my best friend shithead." Harper spoke pointing at Chris as they both laughed more.

The screen went black but you could still hear their laughter before they popped up again.

"Hi, I'm Chris Evans."

"Hi, I'm Harper Thomas and AGB has invited to react to some of things you guys have made about us." Harper spoke as Chris stared at her.

Someone from behind the camera set an iPad that was set up in a case with a keyboard on the table in front of them.

"Okay, so TikTok first." Chris said as Harper went to the search bar.

"Harper Thomas and Chris Evans." She said as she typed it in and it loaded thousands of videos.

"Okay first one here." Chris said clicking the screen and the video started.

The video

Chris was on a bed with a frustrated look and a finger on his lip as he stared at the iPad screen in front of him. The person recording zoomed out and Harper was sat on the other bed beside Chris's on her phone. Chris had AirPods in so when the person called him he had to called a couple times before throwing a pillow at him. Chris looked up pausing whatever was playing in his ears.

"What are you guys doing?" The male voice asked

"fucking." Harper voice came and the camera was zoomed back at out too see both of them.

Chris looked over her with a smile.

"Oh, your recording." Harper laughed as Chris's finger moved between his lips as he looked her up and down.

"Sorry, were not fucking. Don't post that." Harper spoke to the person not noticing Chris looking her up and down, eyes lingering on her smile.

"No, we defiantly are. Were doing with 10 feet in between us." Chris said as Harper smiled at him as he looked at the guy behind the camera as he chuckled at his own joke.

Suddenly the camera went black then it was zoomed in on Chris with his finger between his lips as he looked Harper up and down as he laughed.

End of Video

"Ooh, explain Christopher." Harper chuckled.

"Okay, okay. I thought the outfit you were was cute. I couldn't help it." Chris spoke and Harper looked at him confused.

"I was in your shirt and sweatpants." Harper told him with a laugh.

"Yeah!" Chris nodded his head as Harper laughed.

"Okay, next one." Harper said scrolling to the next video.

Video

Chris was in a tuxedo with a little purple flower where his white pocket square sat. Harper was in a purple dress and they were talking as the camera man held a camera in front of them following their every step. They were filming something for their movie Spotted. Harper walked up to Chris and wiped whatever was in his beard out with a laugh turning around and covering her face.

"Harper!" Chris playfully yelled at her as they both laughed.

Five minutes later they were in the same position.

"Action!" The director yelled.

Harper walked up to Chris and wiped what was in his beard then looked up at him and for a moment they just stared at each other before Chris leaned down putting his hands on her hips and he kissed her.

"Cut!" the director called and they pulled apart.

End Video

"Yeah, that was from our movie 2 years ago, Spotted. I love making that movie. It was fun especially with my best friend, shithead." Harper said before pulling Chris into her side, giving him a side hug.

"Honestly, it was really fun to work with Harper, I'm glad we got to work on the movie we just recently made, uh, Quiet in Space." Chris said and Harper squeezed him tighter.

"I really do love working with Chris, I love him to death. I got the call and they were telling me everyone who was in the movie and they said Chris and I immediately said yes." Harper said kissing Chris cheek which he did back to her.

When Harper let go of him he leaned back in his seat and put his arm on the back of her seat.

"Next!"

Video

The person behind the camera spoke.

"Alright, Hemsworth, kneel right here. RDJ, Sit next to Chris. Mark next to RDJ, Jeremy beside Mark. Scarlett if you don't mind sit on Jeremy's lap. And Harper sit on Chris lap." the guy spoke and you could see him in the corner of the screen pointing around.

Everybody was were they were suppose to be and the guy moved behind the screen.

"I want you all to act normal. Continue the conversation you were having a little bit ago." The guy said and Scarlett started to speak, as Chris casually set his hand on Harper's hip. Her not noticing as everyone looked at Scarlett.

"So, you know Hemsworth was being all crazy about it? You should have seen Evans. No, no, I'm not lying he was like a psycho." Scarlett spoke as everyone laughed Harper's body shaking on Chris's as she laugh moving around getting comfortable.

Chris looked down at his lap under Harper, she turned and looked at him and looked down at his lap too. Suddenly the video rewinded and a song started as they zoomed in on Chris and Harper.

"Dick? Dick? Dick? Dick?" The song sang over and over as the lyrics came on the screen as Harper and Chris looked down at his lap and then he leaned up and whispered in her ear.

End of Video

"Oh, my, god. Wow." Harper said as she covered face laughing.

"Wow." Chris stared at the screen and looked at Harper, "Harper, would you like to explain?" Chris asked her leaning his arm on the table and leaning his head on his hand.

"Yeah, so the main reason that I had to sit on Chris lap was because he split red juice on his khaki's. Like right on the crouch of his pants. But it needed to look even so Scarlett had to sit on Jeremy lap on the other side. Well as were sitting their talking and stuff, Chris realized I was wear a white skirt, well, literally not even a full 5 minutes before is when Chris spilt the drink so it was still wet hadn't dried. Well he tapped my hip and I looked at him and instantly realized it and then he was telling me he could see the juice all over the bottom of my dress. And just as the the camera stopped I stood up and was like, "My skirt!" And everyone like gasped and was like oh no!" Harper explained chuckling through out.

"Yeah, I felt bad, because she really liked the skirt and asked the director if after the shoot she could have the skirt and he said she could, cause it was the only one they had and probably wouldn't use it again. Well the red juice stained the skirt even after washing it like 10 times." Chris told everyone as Harper chuckled.

The screen went black then Chris and Harper were back.

"Well, that's all the time we have, I'm sure we'll be back in the future. For now, see you, I'm Harper Thomas." Harper spoke then pointed at Chris.

"And I'm Chris Evans, thank you too AGB for having us." Chris spoke then the screen went black

[shotorozu]

“...not ours though.”

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto (bnha)

based off this tiktok

legend : [Y/N = your name] gender neutral; they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : crack, fluff (x reader)

note(s) : if you need further context, click on the link! anyways, when i first saw that tiktok— i IMMEDIATELY thought of izuku 😨 if the link doesn’t work, go to @/nicolemund1 on tiktok, and go to the video that was posted on 05.18.21. i hope y’all understand what i mean! either way, there’ll be nuances :))

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midoriya izuku

why must he suffer like this 🧎‍♂️

he loves being a part of your tiktoks, he promises on that. but— he can feel his lifespan shortening, whenever he’s subjected to your pranks.

but,, he supposes he could withstand it, if he can see you laughing like that— your smile literally radiating, beaming into his face.

...okay but— this nearly throttled him into a state of cardiac arrest. so, is it really okay??

you initially didn’t want to do this prank— because, who would want to do something like this to an absolute sweetheart like izuku?

but ‼️ mina said whoever got the best reaction, would get free meals for 3 whole days so.. 🤩 free food? free food.

after devising a subtle plan for the tiktok, wanting to get the most out of his reactions, you seek out to find izuku

“izu, izu! are you busy right now?” when you open the door to his room, he’s jotting down some notes, and his eyes shimmer when he sees you

“hm.. just writing some notes down. but don’t worry! i’ll be done in a bit, and then i’m all yours.” izuku smiles, continuing to mumble to himself as he writes more things down on his notebook.

“so.. can i stay for a bit? i kinda wanted to show you something, but it’ll be quick, i promise.”

“sure thing!” izuku continues writing down on his notebook, but he’s really just waiting for you to show him whatever you wanted him to see

so, you immediately switch to tiktok, selecting the sound— pressing the play button.

the sound visibly perks his interest, glancing up at you for a split second, before returning back to his notes “just a reminder that, it’s okay for relationships to end..”

once the words of the first portion of the sound sink in, izuku freezes, the pen falling out of his hand with a deafening ‘thud!’

and he looks at you with the most panicked set of eyes you have seen in like— ever.

then, there’s a pregnant pause, the silence being there for a few seconds only, but feeling as if it went on for hours upon hours

then, the next line of speech was finally said, “..not ours though.”

when the beat drops, izuku sighs in relief, scarred hand clenched and resting against his chest— eyes tearing up as he looks at you in relief

you were laughing in one second, but in the next few seconds— you’re alarmed when you see tears stinging those evergreen eyes

“don’t cry— i’m so sorry for shocking you!” you quickly end the tiktok, pulling him into a loving, and reassuring hug

“ah, i didn’t mean to cry— i promise! i was just worried..? i know i’ve been kind of glued to the chair lately. so, if you did want to break up with me because of the lack of attention then,,”

you shake your head, not letting him finish. “i’m fully aware of how much of a hard worker you are, and i adore that so much. i knew i shouldn’t have done this stupid tiktok for some food—”

izuku chuckles, clearing his eyes from the lingering tears with his sweater’s sleeve. “look, i understand. i was just shocked, and i didn’t mean to actually cry! but at least you have a higher chance of winning because of me, right?”

and yes, he was definitely right. because, as soon as you uploaded that tiktok— it blew up instantly, and a lot more than you’ve anticipated.

i’m not shocked 💀 izuku’s super adorable, and his reaction won everyone’s hearts basically

ngl it was funny to see people get offended and genuinely upset for him as if they knew him on a personal level

with the comments section being filled with ‘apologize to him NOW 😐‼️’ ‘you made this precious man tear up 👹 at least tell us if you kissed him afterwards.’

and comments similar to that

the comments were all over his very genuine reaction, and they were slandering you half-heartedly,

izuku didn’t exactly love the fact that they were slandering you over a tiktok prank, but at least the video did well 🤩

and you won the bet since it did the best regarding results and reactions, so.. free food for the next 3 days 💃✨‼️

so in a way, it was kinda worth it. maybe by 50% and despite the initial shock, izuku didn’t mind that the tiktok blew up

oh, but bakugou did laugh in his face when he saw him in the following hours 💀 but really, what’s new about that?

bakugou katsuki

death wish? death wish.

as much as he’d like to deny it, he kinda enjoys being in your tiktoks if he’s not on the receiving end of some kind of torment

but because of you— this man TRIES to be on his toes, especially when you tell him that you’re gonna to make more tiktoks

of course, this fails more than half of the time— because he subconsciously lets his guard down when he’s around you and probably around you only

at first, you actually grew some conscience and decided that this might be crossing some kind of line— thinking that it would be going too far

even though you hid under his bed, and grabbed at his leg for a tiktok and risked the chance of living a longer life

but you aren’t really living if you aren’t taking risks here and there, right?

so after lots of planning, and figuring out how to make the effects of this prank effective, you decided to play out your shenanigans

shortly after katsuki finished his extra training, he immediately stomps over to your room— after hearing nothing from you all day

“what are you up to?” he stands near the door way, the smell of caramel invades your room “you haven’t said shit to me in 4 hours!”

“sorry, kats” you’re gaze is stuck to your phone. so far, your plan is working— you have him right where you want him “i’m doing something right now!”

“what could you be doing, for you to not be talk to me for 4 fucking hours?” he replies, in a usual katsuki matter.

“oh nevermind that— do you look?” you ask, not raising suspicion. of course, he takes the bait.

“you’re not gonna shower?”

“don’t fuckin’ care, just wanna see what you’ve been up to.” he moves closer to your bed, and you snicker— immediately starting the tiktok

“just a reminder that, it’s okay for relationships to end.” the audio catches all of his attention

upon hearing the audio, katsuki stops in his tracks, and his head makes a sharp turn to look at you— with a confused expression

think of when everyone was making a plan without katsuki’s input, and he was just like 😦❓❓

he speaks, and you could tell that he sounds a little upset “what the—”

katsuki’s expression quickly turned into 😨 with each second that’s passed without a single word being uttered

“wait, no. this has to be a—”

the audio cuts him off, before he could even think about finishing that sentence “..not ours though.”

the beat drops, and you break into a fit of laughter, morphing his facial expression into a 🤨

he takes a look at your phone’s screen— and of course, you’re filming a tiktok.

‘obviously‼️ this was another shitty prank.’ he thinks to himself, chagrin.

and you’ve captured all of his short lived distraught. how did he not catch onto this? looking back, it was so obvious that you were doing another prank.

“bye.”

“kats! are you actually upset?” you move to drag him back, but he’s stronger, and he gently pushes you away

initially, he was only planning on ignoring you for a few hours to a day, but you posted the tiktok

and it has 120k likes 😐 nothing compared to the other tiktoks— but obviously still a lot of people

so katsuki sees that, and was like ‘nvm’ and prolonged the ignoring game just because yeah, man was super unpleased

so basically, he ignores you for 3 solid days 💀 before deciding that it was enough, and that he should start bombarding you with hugs.

thinks you’ve learned your lesson, even if it’s just temporary

even though katsuki knows well that you’ll just start doing your shenanigans some other time, just like usual

at least you’ll think twice before doing something like this again, right?

nah, you’re fearless

todoroki shouto

it is common knowledge that this man’s reactions are basically top tier— the best out of the main three

so that’s why it’s super fun to just do all these tiktok pranks on him, all of his reactions are different, and amusing every single time

his reactions never get old

which is why you wanted to know how’d he react to this one in particular— would he be confused? or would he take it seriously?

that’s for you to find out by yourself

for a short moment, you questioned if this would even do well— since shouto’s slowly getting used to you pulling him into your tiktoks

however, you’re confident that this’ll do well, since all you really need is a perfect plan, right?

after meticulously creating a plan for this tiktok, deciding that the plan’s absolutelu fool proof— to the point that you could finally put it into motion

the weekend came around, meaning— the perfect opportunity to do this tiktok on the heavily unaware shouto

you’re laying in bed watching a drama on netflix, while patiently waiting for shouto’s arrival

you hear the door open, and you make sure that your phone’s still resting next to your lap. you’re excited for this prank, but also nervous

“hey love” shouto greets, climbing onto your bed— and quickly getting comfortable

“someone missed me,” you tease, and he just smiles in reply— oblivious to what you’re about to do to him

“shou, do you wanna do this new tiktok trend with me?” you look up at him with hope plastered all across your face

yet— the dual quirk user looks at you ominously, like he could actually sense that something bad’s about to happen “is it another one of.. those pranks?”

it’s almost as if he suddenly recalled ALL of the tiktok pranks you’ve made him go through

truthfully it is but, it’s not like you’re going to spill the beans “nope,” you accentuate the ‘p’ “it’s not, i promise! it’s a new tiktok filter i wanted to try with you— waited all week for this, y’know?”

the ominous look drops, and he gives you a soft smile “sure, we can try it right now”

“perfect,” you smile, selecting the sound from your saved audios.

after opening the camera, you prop the camera in a manner that makes both of your faces distinct and so the camera could capture shouto’s reaction clearly without any obstacles

you press on the play button— not giving shouto a chance to react at all, and the sound grabs shouto’s attention

and this man’s most likely thinking ‘where’s the filter? there’s no filter??’

“just a reminder that, it’s okay for relationships to end.” there’s a lengthy halt to the audio, allowing shouto to react

his heterochromatic eyes widen, thoroughly aghast— he rechecks the screen, unsure if his ears have deceived him or not

and as if that’d reassure him of anything nice

but nope, no sign of reassurance was made. he’s frozen in place, and by every second that passes— you could practically feel the room growing hotter

basically, his reaction was like 😨⁉️🧍man’s rethinking his entire life at this point— recalling the things he did during the week, purely out of sudden desperation

shouto’s about to say the things that are plaguing his mind, when the audio finally says something after an eternity which was actually just a few seconds

“..not ours though.” the beat drops, and when that happens— shouto takes a deep breath, a sense of relief enveloping his senses

suddenly, the youngest todoroki wraps his arms around you, and pulls you into his firm hold disregarding his jittery hands resting his head against the crook of your neck

you’re stuck beneath his arms, and you yelp— ending the tiktok in the process. you didn’t mind anyway, since you got what you’ve wanted.

he lets out a sigh of relief, and you’re convinced that you’ve upset him— and you’re quick to utter your apologies

“i’m super sorry shouto, i didn’t think that you would—” but he chuckles hearing you spew out your apologies

“i’m not offended, i promise.” he inhales your scent, cheek presses against your neck “i was just surprised, i guess. this week wasn’t very leisure with it’s activities and tasks.”

huh? you didn’t really think of that, and you didn’t know that shouto was self aware of the lack of alone time together, due to the week’s hectic schedule

“so, you thought i was trying to hint a breakup at you, because of the busy week?”

“yes.” he confirms with full honesty, “but i knew there was something going on. should’ve trusted my instinct.”

you laugh at the latter statement, and you feel him smile against you, “i guess you should be on your toes more often, yeah?”

“yes, but you know me well, i thought i was getting used to these trends, but i still end up falling for it.” and there were no lies said

you post the tiktok afterwards, and it blows up— gathering 2M views and 800k likes

you had to make a follow up video of you telling shouto that you ‘didn’t want to break up in the first place‼️’ which makes shouto smile in plain view

because nearly half of the comments were mad at you for making his entire life flash before his eyes, and the other half of the comments section was jealous of your relationship

shouto didn’t like the fact that almost half of the comments were slandering you over a tiktok prank he found funny after the ordeal happened

like damn, he was scrolling through all of those oddly hostile comments like

😐❓➡️🤨🖐❓

inevitably, shouto ended up telling an aggressive commenter to ‘stop slandering my s/o — shouto.’ seeing that they’ve started this weird battle in the comments section

so yeah, love ain’t dead

likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing and i do not profit off of my hobby

do not plagiarize, reupload, translate, or use my works for audio readings without permission :))

[dreamsfreckles]

[6:57p.m.] Whatever Idiot

~

Dream x reader

Fluff

Wholesome bf content 😌 - enjoy!

~

You furrowed your brows in thought.

As much as you loved watching him game with his friends, you got bored sometimes. It’s not like he left you out or ignored you, but today you were craving a little extra love from your 6’3 boyfriend. “Dream,”as his buddies called him, was playing minecraft yet again, just messing around in the SMP. You came to his house an hour or two ago and talked for a bit before he hopped online with the boys. You didn’t mind, of course. Sometimes you’d play with him, while other times you’d just watch; either way it was equally as entertaining. However, today felt super long, even kind of rough. All you wanted to do once the day ended was to fall into your wonderful boyfriend’s arms... But that was kind of hard to do when he was sitting in front of his desk, clicking away on his keyboard and mouse.

You debated your options.

You could bother him to attract his attention, or you could patiently wait for him like the good girlfriend you are...

After much reluctance, you simply decided to just lay on his bed and scroll through tiktok for the time being.

As you aimlessly pass by hundreds of videos... One of them catches your attention.

There’s a video of a girl setting up her phone on a surface to point at a boy who looks to be gaming on a computer.

That looks familiar to your situation...

She then proceeds to walk over to him, sit down facing him in his lap, and then hug him closely whilst he continues playing on the device.

Your heart flutters watching the video.

That was so cute... What would Clay do if you did that to him..?

Glancing up to him from your spot on his bed, you analyze his set up. Is there room for you to fit in his lap? Is there anything that you could potentially knock over? You sit up more to get a better look. He has space in between himself and the desk that looks to be enough space to crawl into... He also looks calm, so you shouldn’t be interupting anything special...

Deciding that this was your chance, you softly stood from your spot on the bed and padded over to the side of him.

“No, Sapnap, you can’t build that here, it’s-“ Clay spoke into his mic, probably ordering Sapnap around.

With a flushed face, you move to stand more in front of him, causing him to look from his monitor, up to you.

“Babe-“

You wordlessly swing your right leg over his thighs and gently sit yourself down in his lap, facing him, and then wrapping your arms around him. Clay froze, his face heating up as he processed what you just did. You relax into his embrace and nuzzle into the side of his neck.

Finally content with your guys’s proximity, you sigh out the four words you have yet to say to him that night.

“I love you, Clay.”

With his game already paused and mic muted, Clay wraps his arms around you and rests his head on yours. He was smiling, his heart filled with warmth. He didnt realize how much he missed being this close to you.

“I love you too.”

After hugging in silence for a few minutes, Clay’s curiosity got the best of him. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” You breathe out.

“Whatcha doin’?” He asks softly.

“Huggin’ you.”

Clay chuckles, closing his eyes once again, and rubbing his hands up and down your back.

“You are being very cute right now.” He confesses, with a light smirk.

Your lips lift into a smile. “I know.”

Clay lets out a soft wheeze, running his fingers through your hair. “Was I ignoring you too much for your liking? You feeling clingy?” He asked jokingly.

You squeeze him a little tighter. “Lil’ bit.”

Clay chcukles, yet again, and crushes you harder into the hug, causing you to let out a strained squeak. “ClAy! tOo mUcH!” You mangage to yell out, successfully making Clay bubble into a fit of wheezes and giggles. Finally feeling merciful, he lets go of you and allows you to sit up and look down at him. Clay gazes at you with stars in his eyes. Every time he looks at you, a wave of excitment hits him. Being with you was always fun; even if you both were sitting in silence, scrolling through Instagram, or watching youtube together.

Clay’s mind started to wander to how you both got into this situation in the first place. You must’ve gotten a little bored while he was playing. You were usually quite content when he played. Maybe you weren’t. Were you always bored when he played? Were you getting sick of his gaming habits? Worry flashed over Clay for a moment. No... You would say something if you got bored... right? Clay didn’t think it was that deep. If there was a real problem, you probably wouldn’t be in his lap...

Right..?

“Clay?” You broke him from his trance. “Oh.” He blinked. “yeah?” You giggled at his dopey face. “You looked a little concerned for a second.” You admitted, bringing your hand up to his face to pinch his cheekbone. Suddenly, a thought washes over you. “Wait.” You panic. “Is there something on my face?” Clay almost laughed. Almost. He felt a wave mischief wash over him. “Yes, actually.” He smirks. “There’s a very tiny spider on your forehead.” Your eyes widen for a moment and it looks like you’re about to spaz out; but before you do, you realize the look on his face is most definitely cap. You immediately glare at him and smack his shoulder. “I hate you.” You scoffed, getting up from his lap. Clay giggles and tries to tug you back. “Wait, I was kidding!” He draws out, whining at your departure from his lap. You hop back into your original spot and scoff. “Yeah, whatever, go back to blowing George or something.” Clay’s jaw drops at your words. “WhaT DID YOU JUST SAY?” He starts to get up from the chair. You look up from your phone, knowing what’s about to happen. “Nope. Nope. Go back to your desk, I’m not starting this with you again.” You deny, shaking your head and directing him to sit back down. Clay stares at you in disbelief. “Wh-“ he looks back to his computer and then back to you. “What do you mean ‘starting this again’-“ he mocks in your voice. You burst out laughing, denying him from coming any closer. “I meAN-“ you say exhasporatedly. “We both know what the fuck you’re about to do and I CAN’T-“ before you could finish your sentence, you were already being thrown over his shoulder. “CLAY!” You screech. “I’M SERIOUS CLAY, I CAN’T-“ Clay shakes his head, already done with you. “Nope you got on my nerves, this is your punishment.” Clay walks out of his room, through the kitchen, and out the patio door, heading straight for his pool. “CLAY I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU-“ and with one final curse from you, Clay flings himself, with you over his shoulder, into his backyard pool.

Clay is already laughing as you rise to the surface of the water, a glare on your face. Clay is wheezing with laughter. You almost felt concerned that he wasn’t breathing. Almost. As his wheezing turns to laughing and laughing turns to giggling, he finally was to the point where he could function. You raise your eyebrows. “Done?” You ask. Clay lets out one last chcukle, walking towards your body half submerged in the water. “Not quite.” He states suggestively, walking up to you until you’re an inch apart in the middle of the pool.

Now, there’s no way you’re letting him back you up against the pool wall like some PUSSY. So you stood your ground in your sopping wet sweatshirt. If anything, YOU were the one who was going to be backing HIM up against some wall.

Clay stares at you expectingly, water driping from his wet hair. You stare right back at him, no sign of emotion. He looks back and fourth between both of your eyes, trying to make you break. However, your stare is much stronger and is quickly causing Clay to panic. You stare harder. ‘Break, break’ you chant in your head. Clays eyes squint. You follow suit.

Clay blinks.

“FUCK”

“HAHAHA IDIOT I WIN!” You rejoice.

Clay sighs, running his hands over his face. “Whatever.” He deadpans. “Lets just get out of here.” He mopes, walking to the stairs of the pool.

You giggle. “Someone’s a sore loser...” you poke, causing Clay to look back at you with a fierce look in his eyes. You laugh and swim up to him, latching yourself onto his wet t-shirt-clad back. “Stop giving me that look, you puppy. I know who you truly are.” You smile up at him innocently. Clay rolls his eyes and smiles.

“Whatever, idiot.”

Lol, hope you liked it! This was my first try writing with the dream team and I plan to write more! Let me know if you have any feedback! Also, I can take requests if anyone is interested :3 thx!

[amazingphilza]

maniac :: cc!tommy x reader

angst (?) , platonic (?) , gender neutral ! ib: conan gray’s maniac

this is satire & note that i write the reader to be a few months younger than tommy (besides that, i think it is fully inclusive !)

synopsis : you put all your hard work towards a useless crush. with no expectation for reciprocated feelings in the first place, it still all ends in a bittersweet slap to reality.

you grew up with minecraft and it was an understatement to say it was part of your childhood

even years later, you still maintained interested in the game

it wasn’t just a simple video game, the community inspired you to do many things

you aspired to be like the creators you watched at a young age like sky, dantdm, cupquake, stampy, and many more

making people happy and entertained was a dream

and when minecraft slowly began trending again in 2019, you started making your own content whenever you felt like it out of fun

you never got much views but it was an enjoyable experience nonetheless

but it wasn’t until the first minecraft monday you decided to push a bit more with your hobbies and worked hard to make it somewhere

however balancing your passions with school wasn’t the easiest

given, you were still only around 15 and your content wasn’t even that good

with not much of a goal or plan with your youtube channel, you fell out of interest eventually

you loved minecraft but you always a rocky relationship with it; getting back into it for a few months then pretending it never really existed for another few

besides the occasional videos you watched in your pass time, you didn’t stay that updated

then lockdown happened

it changed everything and even got you regressing back to old interests

soon enough you were back to minecraft

there was so much to catch up on

hermitcraft season 7 just started, there was minecraft championships, and smp earth and smp live, and so much more to look forward to watching

you were a bit late on both of the smps but your interest peaked specially towards smp earth and it didn’t stop you from watching the past videos

you first gravitated towards a certain youtuber’s videos first since you remember stumbling onto his videos before from your recommended page; wilbur soot

besides recognizing him from his you laugh you lose series and making parody-type of songs, you didn’t know much

however with a few clicks, you had binge watched his smp earth series effortlessly

you found yourself falling down the endless hole, finding more creators to watch through wilbur

one in particular caught your eye in an interesting way

tommyinnit

my god, how can someone be so annoying and pushy in these videos? like shut up already

and to find out he was barely months older than you frustrated you

you just wanted to be better in some way

if someone like him could be popular, why can’t you? yelling at others and causing problems didn’t seem that hard

and so you went back to working hard on your previously failed youtube channel but this time with a goal; be better than tommyinnit

it was a weird aspiration in your head but it worked

he was your age and successful, why need a better motivator?

tommy wasn’t the sole reason why you strive to make content since you truly did want to create videos to entertain people like the youtubers you originally grew up watching

and with the amount of free time you had, you thoroughly analyzed his content; what was the most popular, how he streamed, edited his videos, everything

you just completely studied the algorithm in general

along the way, tommy’s personality grew on you

tommy was undoubtedly a very loud and energetic person but you became fond of his ambitions

you understood why he was popular at such a young age; he was a natural entertainer

your spite towards the boy turned into a hope

a hope to be at par with him someday and even be mutuals

and it was like your dreams were suddenly manifested into existence

you gained a large following in the early months of lockdown and even was recognized to be apart of minecraft championships

it felt like yesterday that you were just watching your favorite youtubers livestream the same competition

and now you were situation in a team to play yourself for the first time instead of being a viewer for once

not to mention, with tommyinnit as a teammate

how did you manage to get so lucky?

under the excitement, you felt beyond never nervous waiting in the empty discord call for your team to join you to practice the mini-games

in the middle of gathering your thoughts together, you heard a sound from discord signaling someone joined the call

“uh, hello?”

you heard the familiar british accent you spent hours listening to from countless streams and videos

“h-hi! i’m y/n, how are you?”

you hoped tommy couldn’t hear the strain in your voice due to fighting your nerves, but you quietly celebrated that you didn’t freeze up altogether

“oh i’m good, thank you. and i’m tommy by the way, this is the first time we’re speaking, yeah?”

“yep! it’s nice to meet you”

“yeah, i’ve seen your name around the timeline a few times, you seem cool”

oh my god what?

“thanks! um i actually really enjoy your content not gonna lie”

“oh wow, good shit!”

and the conversation smoothly went on, bouncing back and forth between you two before your other two teammates joined the call

once everyone was situated, you decided to start streaming since it was your first mcc and you wanted a vod of you practicing to look at later on as a memory

your chat immediately noticed how much you were enjoying yourself, especially after all the short stories of talking about who inspired you in the past

the smile plastered on your face never left

after stream and your other teammates went offline, it was you and tommy left in the call once together again

“it was nice talking to you tommy! and the practice was really fun, i cant wait for the actual competition!”

“yeah definitely, we’ll for sure place high”

“hopefully. it’s my first time and i hope i don’t cost us the dub”

“nah, you think so? i mean rt and plumbella are also our team mates so you know, it’s all for fun in the end”

you knew tommy was implying the teamwork wasn’t going to be the best compared to the other teams but at least in the end you’ve both made a new friend

“yeah you’re right!”

“anyway it’s getting late imma hop off”

“okay tommy, talk to you soon?”

“yep!”

“alright byee”

“bye!”

the moment he left the call, you felt a sense of relief before a small wave of sadness took over

you wanted to continue talking to tommy but you knew you had other responsibilities to tend to

for the rest of the day, you couldn’t stop thinking of the call and mcc practice

the funny jokes, singing random songs, screaming for no reason, everything

it even kept you awake until the early morning

you buried your head in a pillow and screamed into it after realization hit

y/n no

no no no no no no no

you tried to recall anything that remotely related your other teammates which you remembered that didn’t include tommy

even if it was a few hours ago, you couldn’t pin point something specific

no

i must just be forgetful, right?

what the hell did rt and plumbella even say that whole call?

you vividly remembered everything with tommy and it was clear to you why

surely not

with putting a hand on your chest above your heart, you confirmed that you couldn’t lie to yourself based on the rapid speed

you liked tommy for a good while but it hadn’t clicked to you until now

eventually you fell asleep due to exhaustion but that’s to say you didn’t do so without imagining spending more time with tommy

ever since that day, time went by in a flash

your team didn’t do the best in mcc but it had been a while since then to have that as a concern

sadly you and tommy didn’t talk as often as you hoped but that didn’t make you have less feelings for him

on some days you felt bad since you thought you didn’t know enough about him to even be allowed to crush on him

it was a bit unprofessional but you were nearly 16, it’s normal to have these little crushes right?

eventually time came to rescue when tommy asked you if you wanted to accompany him in the dream smp

undoubtedly, you said yes

and for the few months during summer, it was where you two became even closer than before

however, once both of you two had to go back and attend school, it was harder to catch up with each other

even on calls together off stream, the occasional snapchat notification going off irked you in a way you couldn’t explain

only winter break was the small pause on your disappointment

but even then, it was a slow but steady hill of repressed sadness and frustration until early spring of the following year

you had hoped 2021 would be better than last year but after scrolling through twitter one day and seeing stans making rumors about how tommy had a crush on one of his classmates gave you the same pain you felt when school started last fall

you dreaded to look over at tommy’s most recent story time stream vod where all the gossip arose from; it was him stumbling over his words with the mention of a girl during a certain part

jealousy wasn’t the right word to describe the way you felt

you would never go out of your way to make tommy reciprocate the feelings you had for him

and if he liked someone else the way you saw him, you wouldn’t mind

having a crush is ecstatic, and if he has someone like that too, you should be happy

right?

you tried

what finally broke you was seeing a tiktok a few weeks later of tommy in college with eryn and another girl talking

you didn’t know how she looked like or anything but you wanted to sob

good for him

she didn’t even say much in the video and you dont know enough about tommy’s personal life to jump to conclusions like this

you knew you were acting irrational and you couldn’t be upset at tommy for something he couldn’t control

if anything, you never directly showed interest in him

you didn’t want to in the first place

it was a bad idea from the start

you looked back at the past year and all your intentions

what kind of sick fanfiction did you think you were living?

becoming a content creator, hoping to blow up, just to talk to a big youtuber you had a crush on?

oh my god

y/n what is wrong with you?

listen to yourself, y/n

you need to get some help

whether tommy was dating or even just had interest someone was none of your business

you had to move on no matter what it was and be good and supportive friend

it was dreadful to get over a stupid crush like this but after so much work you put in, you gave some sympathy for yourself

in a friend perspective, you were happy with whatever tommy did and was satisfied your friendship together, but you hadn’t realized how much you gambled from the beginning

and just for a crush?

you couldn’t comprehend how far you gone because you fancied someone

it wasn’t like anyone could get famous and become a popular content creator either

and now with you being on the dream smp along with a successful youtube channel at 16? you were grateful something pushed you enough to work this hard

but you’d never forget the fact everything that lead up to this point was a crush on no other than tommyinnit which first spurred from complete spite

“who’s the one better off now?” your thoughts mocked you from the complete irony

sigh

y/n, you maniac

[milliumizoomi]

Hi. I just saw your Tiktok challenge with bakugou, midorya, and kiri. I was wondering if you could do shoto and shinso. If you write for them of course.

Tiktok Challenge: Take it

Pairings: Todoroki x POC Fem! Reader, Shinsou x POC Fem! Reader

All characters aged up!

A/n: Yes I do write for them and thank you for the request🥰.

Part 1 here !

Todoroki

This sweet baby

Why did u do this to him

He got some vacation time and decide that the two of you along with some others from class 1-A

He thought it would’ve good since most of them are pro heroes and need time to catch their breath

So they decided to go to Bora Bora

Since we all know this man is stacked

Once there they went to the beach to just relax yk

Granted they got recognized but come on their heroes so it’s whatever

But you said that you had something to do and told them to go

Todoroki wanted to stay with you real bad ‘cuz he been missing his baby a lot

But you told him to go and that you’ll catch up

“Sho sweetie just go ok. I’ll catch up with you guys I’ll only be a couple minutes” you told him as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck

He whined a lot but eventually went but told you if you stay too long he’s coming back

You nodded and they left

And now the part where you kill this man

He along with Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Tsu, Uraraka, Iida, Mina, Kaminari, Jirou and Sero were already at the spot they picked out for the day.

Most of the group was in the water while Mina, Iida, Jirou and Todoroki were still under the umbrellas sitting.

Mina was tanning tho

Jirou was on her phone scrolling through Tiktok and she came across your video and paused

Her eyes widened as she smirked

“Hey Todoroki!” Jirou called out to him

Todoroki turned to look at her

“Hm? Is something wrong Jirou?” He asked, confused by her sudden outburst.

“Nope! I just wanted to show you something! Here” she said as she handed her phone to Todoroki

“Just watch that video” she told him.

He nodded and took the phone

“Uh ok sure” he replied

He looked down at his phone and his mouth immediately went dry

And that my love was the reason you stayed behind

You had my manz MESMERIZED

You were directly in front of the huge glass window of the penthouse house you were staying in which was in the living room.

Y’all can’t tell me that Todoroki would take anything else than the penthouse

You were wearing his favorite bikini on you and not to mention your goddess braids

Btw he bought the bikini so-

He could not stop looking no matter how much he tried

I mean how could he, you was shaking your ass and thighs like it was going outta style

He could tell it was just taken cuz of, again, the bikini and the furniture in the background

Todoroki silently just handed Jirou her phone back and literally speed walked back to the hotel

When he got there chile.. nigga wasn’t even breaking a sweat

All I can say is that you needed another bikini..🏃🏽‍♀️💨

Shinsou

LaWd now this dude..

He was on patrol

And let’s just say you happen to be in the same place as him when this all went down

And it also when if the busiest places in the city🚶🏽‍♀️

So you decided HEY let’s do a tiktok in this busy ass place with absolutely no clue that my boyfriend is in the area and could potentially see me😃

So miss maam u got to work

And just as Shinsou was was rounding the corner with Kaminari

You started dancing and then some girls who new the dance too just dropped all they stuff and jumped in to dance wit you

Then the circle of people formed

And ppl were whispering and talking about you saying how they loved your hair, your glowing brown skin and everything else they could point out abt u

And when I tell y’all was throwing enough ass for a WHOLE VILLAGE

And u was the ring leader

Especially with the outfit you had on, which was his favorite, aint a person there could take their EYES OF YOU

The reason it was his favorite it was him who bought it for you. Plus it says “property of Hitoshi Shinsou” on the back. That’s was the main reason

BUT ANYWAYS-

So there you were shaking and thanging ya thang drawing the attention of everyone

And when I say everyone I mean EVERYONE

That INCLUDES YA MAN

Both Kaminari and Shinsou say the commotion and opted to check it out just in case

And chileeee when they got up there...

Shinsou’s eyes damn near ripped outta his head

Manz was sitting there like “huh???excuse me???”

And you ain’t even realize him literally like 4 feet away from you

Chile you was still doing the dance hell all the ppl who jumped up there wit you was

And Shinsou was standing there just watching you with his arms crossed

The circle of people noticed him and Kaminari standing there and made and path for them to walk

And nigga ain’t waste no time walking but behind you as soon as you finished the dance

And everybody was watching, all up in y’all’s business

“Well hello there princess.. what do you think you’re doing?” He asked

He ain’t even care about the people who were staring

And Kaminari was trying to move the crowd

“Ight y’all! Time to get going!! Nothing to see here!!” Kaminari yelled as the crowd dispersed

“‘Toshi? What are you doing here?” You asked

“Well I’m done working now and now I’ma take your ass home" Shinsou said as his purple eyes glowed at you

“Oookkkkk time to go” you said as you picked up your phone and turned to leave

“Nah I’m taking you myself” he said as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder

“NIGGA WE IN PUBLIC IF YOU DONT PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!!” You yelled as you thrashed around on Shinsou’s shoulder

“Hey babe?” Shinsou asked

“What?” You answered

You then felt you whole body go limp

‘DAMMIT! He tricked me!’ You thought

“Well let’s go babes” Shinsou said

And he just walked down the street with you just like that and when y’all got home he didn’t even release you from the brainwashing

He carried you to the room and laughed at your distress the rest of the night

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Truth or Dare

Word Count: 5K

A/N: I hope the “😳😳” means something good slkslks. Also yall seen that tiktok where someone calculated that his middle (or ring) finger is 4.5 in?? Because hewwo handsome (also i realized that you never stated if you wanted it to get nsfw so that’s why it stops suddenly!,, sorry!!)

“Hey Tomura-” you nudge his foot with yours under the table- “look at me.”

“I rather not,” he comments, scrolling through his phone, a slight twitch in his shoulder as he responds. You tilt your head at him and lean forward to rest your elbows on the table, chins in your hands as you smile sweetly at him, waiting for him to pay attention to you. “I can feel your staring.”

“It’s an important question,” you lilt, legs bouncing. “Promise it’ll be worth your time.” You lift your head and hold a pinky out towards him. 

“If I answer it, will you leave me alone?” He lifts his head and through the mask you can see his eye peer at you, squinting in a scrutinizing gaze. You nod eagerly and he gives a wave of his hand, motioning for you to continue. 

Your legs come to a still and you pinch your thighs together. “Okay! So,” you smile eagerly and you pause as the door opens and the rest of the League walks in, slumping down in random spots far from each other, only Himiko and Jin choosing to sit next to each other, “I was going to go out later today and I wanted to know if you wanted me to get you anything?”

His shoulders visibly slump and he gives a light shake of his head. “That’s what you wanted to ask?” He sounds indifferent as he asks, not quite annoyed at your question but not overly excited either. You nod and lay your hands flat on the table. He groans and his hand curls, fingertips pressing against the back of his hand. “Get me some snacks. Like-”

“I know,” you roll your eyes with a smile. “We’ve known each other long enough; I think I’ve already picked up your snacking habits.”

He scoffs and you see his eye roll. “Fine. I expect the correct snacks then or I’ll dust something of yours.” There’s a smile in his voice and you smile back at him, nudging him with your foot once more and pulling your leg away as he tries to do the same. 

The both of you sit in silence, nursing on the water bottle that sloshes with each delicate movement. The room is filled with quiet murmurs of Himiko and Jin, too low to make out what exactly their saying and when you raise your head, you smile at Dabi who simply narrows his eyes and turn his head to the side, amber liquid in a clear glass disappears down his throat and the glass is tapped against the wooden table, water rings forming around. 

Tomura stands from the table and you look up at him, neck craned as he cracks his own neck. “I’ll be right back,” he murmurs to you and he walks out the door leaving you alone at a table.

There’s movements in your peripheral and when you raise your head you’re greeted by a wide grin belonging to Himiko. It’s sweet and wide with a light blush dusted on her cheeks as he rocks back and forth on her heels. You raise a brow and give her a half grin. 

“Hi Himiko, what can I help you with?” You motion for her to sit and she does so, never taking her golden eyes off of yours and she sits on the chair, a leg hooked over the other and taps her fingers against the table.

“You and Tomura-kun are close aren’t you?” You raise a brow at the nickname and nod your head, smile still playing at your lips. She huffs and leans back in her chair, nails curling at the table. “How come? You were here even before Dabi and I, right?”

Your smile softens and you nod slowly. “Yeah-” you scratch the back of your neck and turn towards the door where Tomura had left only moments ago- “I’ve been here for a while. I’d say, uh, a bit before the U.S.J. Incident?”

“Woah!” Himiko looks at you with wide eyes and she turns her head and calls over Jin with a wave of her hand. “Jin! They’ve been here since the U.S.J. Incident! Isn’t that so cool?” She turns her attention back towards you and when Jin takes a seat next to you, you give him a smile. “So that’s why you and Tomura get along so well?”

You nod and lick your lips, eyes dancing across the room as the others have now started to watch the light interrogation. “Yeah. Time’ll do that you know. Have people grow closer and stuff.” You smile gently at her and it turns playful. “He’ll never admit it, but he cares for all of us.” Your eyes narrow and you give a half-hearted shrug. “In his own way of course.”

In the back of the room Dabi snorts and shakes his head. He rises from his seat and the chair scratches against the floor. Eyes are on him as he walks over to the growing table, and he takes his place next to you, turning to give you a ravening smile. “So you’ve been with that bastard for a while now, huh?” His eyes glint and you shrink away from him, your legs stretching out under the table and knocking against Tomura’s still empty seat.  

“Don’t be rude,” you defend, turning your attention towards Himiko. “Why are you suddenly so interested anyways?”

She blinks owlishly at you and then shrugs, her grin softer and when she speaks, her voice is laced with curiosity. “I don’t know much about you. I thought it would be nice to get to know each other.”

You chuckle and lean against the back of your chair. “What? Like twenty questions?” 

She shakes her head and her lips curl and her sharp teeth are exposed. “More like truth or dare.”

“What? Like the kid’s game?” Dabi’s voice is gruff but he doesn’t sound disinterested. He tilts his head and his eyes flicker back to the empty glass he left behind. “Shit’s childish if you ask me.”

You stick the tip of your tongue out at him and give him a deadpanned look. “Well you don’t have to play, if you don’t want to.” You turn away and raise your arms in the air. “Atushiro! Shuichi! Y’all wanna join?” You lower your hands and grab your water bottle, bringing it close to you. “The more the merrier.”

They share a glance with each other, and slowly Atsuhiro removes his mask and his eyes are exposed. He rises from the seat and takes a seat next to Himiko. Shuichi sighs and runs a hand nervously through his hair and walks towards the table, taking the spot next to Dabi. Tomura’s chair remains empty.

“Well Himiko,” Jin says in a quiet voice, leg jerking as he talks and his hands tap against the table, “you wanted to play. Go ahead.” 

She nods at Jin and turns her attention back towards you. Your heart pumps erratically and you can feel your stomach drop. “I’ll go easy on you,” she says, her legs swinging under the table, coming to a halt as she opens her mouth. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you answer immediately, not trusting what dare she’ll come up with.

She frowns momentarily. “Why did you join Tomura even before Stainy and the attack on U.A.?”

Your eyes widen and you’re taken aback. “Huh. Um, okay.” Your hands slide away and rest on your lap. “If I’m being honest- which I have to be- I guess it’s because I believed in him.” You frown and your eyes land on the empty seat. “He had so much passion. And I was alone during the time and he offered a hand and I took it.” You pause for a moment and a slow smile graces your features. “He has a goal and I’ll help him see it through.”

“Truth or dare?” Jin asks and you turn to him, a frown replacing your smile. You might not have played the game but you were sure your turn was supposed to be next.

“I thought it was supposed to be my turn,” you comment with an inquisitive tone.

“Still your turn. We’ll get a chance and then you get one after,” he comments quickly, giving you a lazy smile.

You open your mouth about to argue but decide against it. “Truth,” you say slowly, sliding your feet against the floor, and giving him an odd look, not entirely sure where the game is heading towards. 

“Did you have a life before all of this?” He tilts his head and his stare is deep, intrusive and there’s a stop in your heart. 

You open your mouth and the door clicks open. You all turn towards the sound and Tomura walks in giving you an odd stare where you respond with a jerk of your head, motioning for him to sit. “We’re playing truth or dare,” you mutter quietly as he sits down. You clear your throat and brush your index along the tip of your nose. “Sort of? I had friends- a few- and family but society just wasn’t for me. I was just sort of drifting if that makes any sense.”

Tomura narrows his eyes and his hands fist over the table. 

“So you left people behind?” Shuichi asks, his eyes almost sad and voice tight. “Must’ve been a shock to see you gone.”

A sad smile takes over and you shrug. “Yeah, well, that’s just how it is. We all have a dream and hero society right now won’t allow for that to happen so,” you drift off and nod your head, “yeah.”

“Truth or dare,” Atushiro comments, a gloved hand reaching across the table, held out towards you and you sigh with a shake of your head. 

You reach above and give him a squeeze, pulling away. “‘S not a big deal. But I will admit I miss family meals and movie nights.” You give him a brighter grin and the sense of longing is gone. “Truth.”

“I suspect truth is going to be a pattern with you,” he comments, his hand retracting to cross his arms in front of his chest. “You haven’t had any meals with someone since you came here?” Your eyes widen and you unconsciously look over to Tomura who looks away from you quickly. “Ah! You have?”

You laugh nervously and give a wave of your hands in front of your chest. “It’s- it’s been a while since we have, We would only eat breakfast together but that’s because I keep bothering him.” Your smile is strained and you can feel heat burn at your ears. “Tomura! You’re turn,” you say hurriedly, legs bouncing under the table.

“Truth or dare?” There's a certain tone to his voice that you can’t quite place.

“Truth,” you say in a quiet voice.

“Did you play on my file on Legend of Zelda?” 

Your mouth drops and you laugh. “Shit. That’s your question?” You laugh and shake your head. “ Fuck, had me scared you were going to ask something invasive.” You turn your head and give Dabi a grin. “Your turn.”

“I fucking knew it,” Tomura seethes. 

Your face burns hot and you whine in your seat. “You pissed me off!” You turn back to him with an apologetic look. “You took my hashbrown. I told you not to and yet-”

“Oh fuck you,” he huffs.

“I’ll get you a figure later.” You kick him softly under the table and smile at him. “All right, Dabi. Make the question good.”

He’s quiet for a moment, his eyes running over your body, following the curve of your neck and down to the curve of your breasts and resting on your lap. You squirm under his gaze and clear your throat. “You and Shigaraki are pretty close, huh? So have you two fucked then?”

You jump and you sputter out, moving away from him and knocking into Jin who bites back a laugh. “Dabi! That’s highly inappropriate!” Your eyes glance over and you point a finger at Himiko. “Himiko is here and she’s a child. You shouldn’t be using such crude language around her.”

Dabi leans close to you, a faint smell of alcohol on his breath. “She’s heard worse than a simple curse,” he utters, his breath fanning across your face and flinch away. “We’re all wondering about it. Come on, doll” He hand rests on the curve of your knee and you curl your upper lip.

“No. We’re purely platonic,” you answer truthfully. “Can we move on to the next person, please?”

His questioning doesn’t stop. He inches towards you, grin lazy and wide, teeth sharp and his pupil dilated and you watch him with a careful look. “Platonic, huh?” His hand slides up your leg and rests on your thigh and you jerk under his touch. “And before? No little partner?” Your face flushes at his intrusive questions and you glance around, Shuichi looking away immediately and you curse under your breath. “You didn’t leave behind someone with-” 

“Dabi, stop,” you tell him in a strained voice. Your entire body is on fire and your hands grip the edge of the table. 

“Come on. A cute thing like you must have left behind someone.” His hand curves around your waist and your mouth is suddenly dry. “You mentioned friends but no partner? Was no one good enough for you. With the look you’re giving me, I’m starting to believe you’re a virgin.”

“Fuck you,” you say under your breath.

“Am I right?” His voice is smug and his grin only widens at your refusal to answer him. “Holy fuck. What? Were you waiting for the right person? Is that it?”

“You’re a dick,” you spit out, tears brimming hot in embarrassment.

“Fuck off Dabi,” Tomura says in a serious voice. 

“Come on, don’t tell me you weren’t interested. Tell me that you never thought about them bent-”

You stand suddenly from the table and the water bottle falls onto its side. You take in a deep breath and all eyes are on you, watching and waiting for your next move. “I’m leaving.” You walk quickly out of the room, and slam the door behind you, scurrying off to hide in your room.

-

You sit in your room, face buried in pillows and you try to sleep but then the memory of a few hours ago floods into your mind and you groan, burying your face into the pillow and kicking your legs onto the bed.

“This sucks,” you mutter, patting your bed. There’s a sharp knock on your door and after a few seconds the door squeaks open and the light from the hallway shines in until it’s snuffed out by the door closing. “I didn't say you could come in,” you say, without turning your head. Heavy footfalls sound in the room and with the lack of response, you turn around quickly, hands in a fist with clenched teeth. “Oh. It’s you.” You frown as your eyes meet Dabi’s and you scoot to sit in a criss-crossed position. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to talk,” he says and he sits at the edge of your bed, far from you.

“I think we talked enough.” Your hands rest in the small space that your legs make. He raises a brow and you turn your head. “Fine. Talk about what?” 

“I might have gone overboard-”

“Is someone making you do this?” You narrow your eyes and inch backwards from him. “If it’s- Look I don’t care. It’s fine. Water under the bridge and all. Can you leave now?” You reach over and grab at a pillow, pulling it close to your chest.

He gives you an unamused look. “Are you a virgin?”

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. You raise your head and sigh. “Yes Dabi. I am a virgin? Is that an important fact for you?”

“How come?”

“I’m not telling you my life story.” You hold the pillow closer to your chest and at your refusal to answer, he inches closer. “For fucks sake.” You scratch at the side of your neck with dull nails. “I don’t know. I never dated a lot and you know, being here doesn’t really scream out to invite someone over.��

“And you can’t go over to theirs?” You look away from him and shake your head. “Why?”

“I feel like you’re getting some twisted pleasure from this.” Your nails dig into the pillow. “I answered your questions. Now answer mine. Why are you interested?”

He shrugs. “Fascination, I suppose.” He lets out a laugh when you give him a dirty look and he rises from the edge and moves to sit next to you. “Were you ever interested in sex?”

Your legs stretch in front of you and he kicks off his shoes and puts his legs on your bed, legs stretching and reaching past yours. “It just seems scary,” you mutter. You feel his eyes on you and you continue. “The pen- penetrating part and having to be you know-” you gesture to your legs and roll your ankles- “exposed.”

His elbow hits yours. “It’s easier when you’re with someone you know.”

You snort. “Yeah, I guess it would be.”

You bth sit in silence, your heart racing. The pillow is placed next to you and your hands rest and tap against your thighs and you wait patiently for him to say something. You couldn’t have imagined it. You know that Dabi often leaves and returns with a faint scent of perfume. You had a clue as to what he was insinuating. You hoped you had the right clue. Your heart beats and it’s getting harder to breathe, your chest rising and falling in deep rhythms, your palms clammy and you whimper when a rough comes to cup the side of your face and turn your head to meet his.

Your eyes are closed and there’s a fleeting thought that this is all a trick, a little prank on his end to see how willing you would be. And then his lips are on yours and you let out a gasp, going stiff under him and when his tongue darts past your open lips and into your mouth, his tongue grazing yours, you let out a whimper and your legs jerk and come inwards slightly. Your hands move and rest flat against his chest and you pull away and he lets his hand fall from your face and come to hold your hand.

“There a problem?” He asks, his face neutral but concern laced into his words.

“I’ve- You know, I don’t,” you clear your throat and look away from him. “I don’t know what to do.  I don’t want to mess up.” 

“You’re not going to. Just relax. We can make out for a bit and leave like that.” He gives you a squeeze and grips your hand, raising it to press your palm against his lips. “We can cuddle if you want. I can leave. Whatever you want.”

Even with a simple touch, you can feel yourself wetten, slick moistening you and making you want. “Can we just try it out?” He nips at your palm, tongue pressing over it when you yelp. “Making out. Just for now.”

You feel him nod against your hand and when you turn around, he’s already started to lean in, eyes close and you swallow nervously before closing the gap yourself, your lips against his and you whimper at the contact, hands coming to rest on his biceps, holding him in a shaky grasp. 

The kiss is soft and uncertain on your part. It’s slow and wet and you’re unsure of what to do, following movements after a beat, shaking and arching your back when he rests you on your back and he comes above, pulling away an inch to soothe you with light shushing. His hands wander, sliding upwards and resting under the swell of your breasts, smiling into the kiss when you part your lips and gasp against him. 

His hands slide down your tummy and his fingers play with the hem of your shirt until the pads of his fingers press into your soft skin where the shirt has risen. You make a noise of affirmation and his hand slides under your shirt. He breathes deeply against you and he covers a breast with his hand, his mouth leaving yours and coming down to kiss at your neck. 

There's a soft heat that starts in the bottom of your belly. You whimper at his touch, your nipples hardening under the soft fabric of your bra and there’s a tingling that runs through your body as his hand slips past the cup and pinches at the bud.

“Tell me when to stop,” he breathes against you, hand slipping away from your breast and coming out of your shirt. You rub your thighs together and shake your head. “Use your words baby.”

“Keep going,” you mutter. You buck your hips and your essence makes for a clean swipe, your cuunt wet and moistening your panties.

“Can I touch your pussy?” Your face flushes at the cude word used to call your cunt. “Hm? Do you want me to run my fingers against your slit?” His hands trail down with each word and he hooks his fingers over the hen of your shorts and when you let out a low moan at the feel of his nails against your hot skin, he slips his hand down your shorts. His fingers rest over the middle of your panties and he hums. “You’re already so wet with a simple kiss.” 

“Dabi,” you cry, muffling your words with a bite of your bottom lip.

“I’m not judging. It’s pretty hot if I’m being honest.” His fingers press against you and your hips jerk to the attention. “Have you touched yourself before?”

You nod your head. “But I’ve never- you know. I always quit and it gets to much- ah!” Your back arches as his hand slides under and hot digits press against your wet folds. His taps his fingers lightly and you your walls contract around nothing, arousal slipping past and staining his fingers.

“I’ll make your first one good then,” he says hot against your skin, pressing a kiss against you and he moves his head to stare into your eyes, a hand holding himself up as he rubs his digits against you. “Tell me how it feels, baby. Let me know how I’m making you feel.”

You mewl at his words and his fingers brush against your clit, pushing the hood and circling over, small shocks of pleasure rising over your body. “Feels good,” you murmur, letting out a choked moan when his index slips inside of you, filling you up to the knuckle. “Dabi,” you whine, “I’ve never-” your words are lost as you slap a hand over your mouth, the only audible word heard being “finger” and he pecks at your nose at the confession. There’s soft clicks that sound in the room, muted by your strangled cries as he slides another inside of you, pushing and pressing against your gummy walls, slick sliding past and straining against the articles of clothing that stick to your skin. The stimulation, light and barely gone on for more than a few minutes, has piled on from years lacking and there’s a tightness in your lower belly, slick pooling out and staining you in a wet coating and your hands jerk and claw onto Dabi’s back, moving your head to hide into his shoulder. You sniffle and tears prick your eyes, your muscles tensing. “Too much,” you whimper. “Stop,” you choke out. Your hips buck and walls tense and clench, pulling tightly at his fingers.

“Sh, doll. You’re almost there,” he coos, tilting his head to press it against yours. “Such a greedy, little cunt. You’re practically sucking my fingers inside of you. Bucking your hips and whining. Lower your head, baby. I want to see your face when you cum over my fingers.” He hisses and you feel his hips jerk. “I’m hard just by finger fucking you. Pretty sure you’d make me jizz if I tasted that sweet cunt of yours.” He chuckles and his fingers curl making you arch your back. “You sound so cute. Come on, don’t stop baby. Keep moving your hips. Yes, just like that. What a good, little girl.” You moan at the nickname and he lets out a breathy laugh. “Of course you like being called that. A good, little girl. So slutty and cute. You’re going to cum all over my fingers, right? Let me see that cute face of yours pinch?” He moves himself and your head falls back onto the pillow. 

His fingers curl and press, they move inside of you and with one kiss against your lips, you clench around him, whining and raising your hips, tears dotting the corner of your eyelids, your face pinched into an ‘o’ while you orgasm around Dabi’s fingers, calling out his name in a breathy chant, feeling your slick ooze out while his fingers continue to pump, overstimulating you. You shake and cry, hands trembling while your hands clutch him. 

Your left shaking and your legs pinch together when he removes his fingers. The heels of your palms cover your eyes and you let out ragged breaths, whining as his hands wrap around your delicate wrists and he pulls your hands away.

“How did that feel?” He asks with a coy grin.

You bring your legs together and your legs feel weak, knees like jelly and if you weren’t already laying down, you’re sure you would have fallen to your knees. You’re breathless, the clench in your stomach gone and replaced with a light feeling. “Good,” you say, only to wince at the lame answer. “I- I didn’t think it would feel like that.” You turn your head and lick your lips. “What about you?” You gesture to the tent in his jeans. “Should- Can I take care of you?”

He turns on his side and your brows furrow. “You don’t have to. We can do it another time.” He cups your face and leans close to you, lips parted until he pulls away and rests on his back. “I can take care of myself.”

“I feel bad,” you mutter. “You took care of me.” You clear your throat and give out a light cough. “I might not be good at giving you a handjob or using my mouth but I can try.”

“Don’t force yourself,” he sighs. “You’re still shaking.” His hand comes down to palm himself and he looks over to you. “Are you interested in watching?” You give him a soft smile and nod your head, swallowing tightly. “Of course, you do.” 

He pulls his sweats down, his erection springing free and his hand wraps around his length tentatively, hissing through his teeth as he jerks himself, hand moving rapidly, no soft gestures, no soft fondling that you’ve seen in films and you struggle to sit up, wincing at the stickiness that has now grown cold against your core. You whine and he raises a brow at you, his moans muffled and when you pull his hand away, he starts to say something until you shush him, your hand wrapped around him and he’s much hotter than you would have expected, harder than your imagination and you jerk him slowly, thumb swiping against his slit, spreaading the white pre-ejaculate around his cockhead.

“You’re bigger than I expected,” you murmur, tightening your grip and tugging on him, your other hand cupping his testes, the sac hard under your touch and he bucks his hips. “I think,” you start and lick your lips, “I want to taste you.” You look up at him and tilt your head. “Can I?” He nods and you lower your head. “Thank you,” you mutter against him and kiss his slit, giving him a soft envelope in your mouth, your tongue flat and swirling around him, pushing yourself deeper and hollowing your cheeks. You moan against him, eyes fluttering to a close as his taste enters your mouth. He’s a tad salty, but the warmth in your mouth takes precedence over the other senses. You hum and pull away from him, licking your lips and returning down to him.

He groans under you. His muscles are tense and his hands fist your bed sheets. Something threads through your hair and he groans when you whine. He calls your name, a tight grip in your hair and before you’re able to raise yourself away from him for breath, he shoots down your throat. It’s thick and has a bitter aftertaste. You choke on it and pull away, rich cream dribbling out of the corner of your mouth and you scoop it with a finger, feeling the heavy texture on your finger and you place it in your mouth when you catch his eye.

You clear your throat and blink away the tears. “Did I do good?” You ask, heat burning at your face, and you press the back of your hand to your lips, wiping away the moisture.

“Fucking fantastic,” he breathes. He runs a hand down his face and he flashes you a hungry grin. “That eager to suck on my cock, eh baby girl?” You cover your face with your hands and blush behind your palms. “Come on, it’s cute.”

“Can we just cuddle now,” you groan, wrapping your arms around yourself. You yelp when you’re pulled down, head against his chest, your eyes widen until they soften and your hands squirm to wrap around Dabi’s torso. You keep yourself close against him, clawing at his shirt and pressing yourself close to him.

“‘Course we can,” he mutters. “I promised that to you didn’t I? Whatever you wanted.” You whine at his words and hold him tighter, face flushed and heart beating rapidly, your legs intertwining with his and you stiffen when his hand brushes against your hair. “Relax,” he tells you. “I won’t tease you too hard. Just get some rest, will ya?”

[nbrook29]

101, 104 and 110 for the dialogue prompts 🖤

Hello!

101. “I’m ok, thank you. Just please, stop talking to me.”

104. “You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

The 110 one is not included here, but I also got it from someone else so it's gonna be filled later :)

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Robbe hears the doorbell coming from downstairs, but he stays put, knowing his mom is in the kitchen so she’ll open the door while he adds two last sentences to his final history essay. He’s clicking ‘save’ when there’s a knock on his door, and without waiting for a response, Sander’s smiling face pops from behind it.

“I didn’t say you could come in,” Robbe grins at him cheekily, standing up from his swivel chair for the first time in hours. He immediately pulls Sander into his bedroom, looping his arms around his neck as the boy kicks the door closed behind him, licking into Robbe’s mouth in no time.

He feels a light slap on his butt as a response to his words, and then Sander disentangles himself from him to flop dramatically on the bed, a groan leaving his mouth.

“I’ve just participated in the dullest lecture known to humanity,” he complains, pouting at Robbe. “I need you to entertain me or I’mma die of boredom tonight.”

Sander’s pleading eyes make him snort, but he grabs his laptop and joins him on his bed, rearranging the pillows to make it more comfortable for them to sit straight.

“Okay, drama queen, what do you wanna watch?”

“I get to choose tonight?” Sander’s face lights up with excitement and it’s adorable how little it takes to make him look like that. When Robbe nods, amused, he gets a kiss on his shoulder as a thank you before Sander turns his attention to the screen where Robbe started the endless scrolling on Netflix.

He’s a picky viewer so eventually Robbe leaves him with his computer and goes to the kitchen to make them popcorn and grab some chips. It’s where he’s confronted by his mom who catches him midwalk back to the bedroom to gently remind him that she’s staying home tonight and not going out and that please take that into account, honey. And then she shoots him a wink and now it’s Robbe who’s going to die.

Of shame.

Beet red and mortified, Robbe enters his room and at Sander’s questioning look he tells him his mom basically requested them to keep quiet this time. Unsurprisingly, Sander is unaffected, grinning at Robbe like it’s funny.

“It’s all your fault, by the way,” Robbe accuses him, thinking back to last Friday night.

“You’re right, I’m so sorry I’m so good in bed you can’t contain the noise you ma-”

He doesn’t manage to finish his sentence, cut off by the popcorn Robbe throws at him.

“Who’s being a drama queen now?!”

“My mom heard us, Sander, do you understand how embarrassing that is?!”

Sander rolls his eyes and pulls at his sleeve to make him sit back on the bed, careful not to spill the bowl full of popcorn.

Once he has him where he wants him, sulky eyes on him, he frames his face with his hands and says placatingly, “This isn’t a big deal, Robbe.”

Robbe looks very unconvinced so Sander leans in to catch his frowning lips in a kiss to ease his worries.

Then he claps his hands, nodding at the screen. “Look, I chose a movie for us?”

Robbe turns around reluctantly to check it out and cocks his brow when he sees the newest horror that everybody’s been talking about.

“You really want to watch this?”

“You don’t?”

“No, I do, I love horror movies, but knowing you I thought you’re gonna choose some psychological drama.”

Sander shrugs. “I wanna see what the hype is all about.”

It’s a surprising turn of events, but Robbe is not going to question it any longer because he really wants to see that movie. They turn the lights off and get comfortable on the bed, sitting upright for the time being to avoid choking on the popcorn. But Robbe is not capable of having Sander in his bed right next to him and not having any type of body contact so he innocently swings his leg on his lap, scooching a little closer, a small smile blooming on his face when Sander doesn’t even question it, just starts drawing random patterns on his sweatpants-clad thigh.

An hour into the movie and Robbe is having so much fun because it’s just the right amount of scary combined with some weird psycho shit and frankly, that’s his all time favorite combination. He’s been feeding Sander chips for the last ten minutes, his arm absent-mindedly traveling between the bowl and his boyfriend’s mouth as he himself has been completely engrossed into the movie, eyes wide and jaw dropped, not paying much attention to his surroundings.

It’s why he doesn’t notice the slow but steady attempts of Sander’s to merge his body into Robbe’s. It’s only when he turns to him to comment on the latest jump scare he realizes half of Sander’s face is hidden in Robbe’s left sleeve, eyes wide and scared as they peek reluctantly at the screen.

“Sander?”

“Yeah?” he squeaks out.

“Are you scared?”

“No.”

That earns him a doubtful look, and Sander had to realize he’s not very convincing at the moment because his shoulders drop, the defensive look on his face replaced with resignation.

“I have a confession to make,” he takes a deep breath as if he was about to drop a bomb on Robbe. “Horror movies terrify me.”

Robbe blinks at him in confusion. “But you were the one who chose this one for us to watch.”

“I thought I got over it. I was wrong. I was so wrong.”

It’s not that funny. Really, it isn’t. But there’s something about the face Sander is making that pulls an involuntary giggle out of him.

His boyfriend’s not very happy about that.

“Shut up, you weren’t supposed to laugh!” he whines at him, accusation in his voice, and his cheeks couldn’t be redder if they tried, Robbe notices as Sander hides them in his hands. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“I’m sorry!” he pauses the movie and turns fully to him. “I’m not laughing at you, I swear. It’s actually kinda adorable,” Robbe adds in a soothing tone, trying to remedy the situation, but Sander’s not very happy about that particular comparison.

“Great, now I’m adorable, that’s so much better,” he mutters grumpily, and then he ostensibly leans away from the kiss Robbe’s about to place on his cheek in order to pacify him.

“Seriously?”

His question is met with silence as Sander keeps being stubborn, still offended.

“Play the stupid movie.”

“Are you su-”

“Yes!”

Robbe has to bite his lip to keep from laughing again, knowing it wouldn’t be well received. He’s not exactly worried about Sander being mad at him right now because he’s well aware of having a couple of tricks up his sleeve to smooth his ruffled feathers. For now, he resorts to pressing “play” and trying not to coo at Sander’s pouty face.

The movie only gets scarier and more twisted since then onwards. For Robbe, it’s top entertainment, but when he glances surreptitiously at Sander’s face it’s ghost-white, and something tells him it’s not only because of the light from the screen. And it’s not like Robbe actually enjoys seeing his boyfriend suffer.

“Are you alright?” he asks softly, hand reaching to rub his thigh in what he hopes is a comforting touch.

“Yes, I’m okay, thank you. Just please, stop talking to me.”

Okay, still mad then.

Robbe keeps his hand where he put it and counts it as a win when Sander doesn’t swat it away.

They get to hour and 40 minutes, an hour of the movie still ahead of them when Sander reaches his breaking point.

“Fuck, I don’t care anymore, call me a wuss or whatever, but please turn it off, I’m done,” he groans, a pained expression on his face as he brings his legs in and hugs his knees, looking like a little boy and breaking Robbe’s heart a little.

He shuts the computer right away, his bedroom swamped in darkness as a result, only the moonlight creeping in through the big window making it possible for him to see Sander’s pale face. He gathers him into his arms, grateful he’s not putting up a fight and instead eagerly letting Robbe hold him.

“Do you honestly think I’m gonna call you a wuss? Especially in not, like, a teasing way?”

The shrug he gets as a response is miniscule, but it’s there.

He sighs, nosing along Sander’s hairline and pressing a kiss to his forehead which makes Sander cuddle even more into him. Robbe takes that as a sign of forgiveness for his previous unfortunate laughter.

"I kinda know you wouldn't, but... I want you to think I'm, you know, cool and stuff," comes a small voice from under Robbe's jaw.

Awwww.

"But I will always think you're cool and stuff."

"Yeah?" Sander blinks at him with his insecure eyes.

"Yeah."

He places his head back in the nook of Robbe's neck, nuzzling in like a cat.

"Okay."

"Okay."

They're silent for a few seconds before Robbe speaks again.

"Can I kiss you now?"

"Yes, I'll allow it."

Robbe snorts, fingers tangling in the brown strands as he angles Sander's head for a proper kiss and once he's done with him, his cheeks look much more human-like, blood flowing back to his face.

"Wanna watch stupid TikTok videos for a change?"

Sander nods against his chest, a smile on his lips now.

His arm tightens around Robbe's waist as he says, "I hope you're aware I'm sleeping here tonight cause there's no way in hell I'm gonna be alone in bed after this shit."

[bribe-the-door]

Don’t Blame the Drunk Calling [1]

the one where you’re harry’s roommate and you both have messy dating lives

a/n: hello sweetest babes!!! it’s han -- i know i haven’t been writing much fo anything for ... like a year now? but we’re BACK! we are back and kicking!!! this is the beginning of something i’d like to continue so ... stay tuned :) ily! <3

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“What are you smiling about?” you asked, sarcasm lingering in the tone of your voice.

Harry sat opposite of you, legs curled up under himself. His face glowed from both the light of his phone screen and the words being sent his way. Watching his lips twitch into a smile made your own stomach churn.

He remained quiet as he typed; the clicks of his keyboard and the whoosh! of a sent text served as a response to your question.

“Well?” you pressed.

Your second attempt hung in the air between you two. He chuckled under his breath and continued to scroll through his phone, probably looking for an emoji of somesort.

“Hm?” Harry’s eyes never left his phone.

You sighed, voice quiet. “Nevermind.”

He looked up at the change in cadence, shaking his head as if to refocus himself. His phone was then turned over on its face, a silent promise of ‘I’m listening’.

“What is it?”

It was your turn to bite at your lip now, except this wasn’t in a flirty way. Or a smirking way. There was nothing cute about the jealousy you so fervently tried to hide on a daily basis, living with the boy who stole your heart last summer.

And then promptly stomped it into the ground.

“Y/n,” he interrupted your self-spiral. “What?”

You shrugged it off as if you hadn’t been the one to press in the first place. “I don’t know, it’s just my job as your best friend to pester you about the new girl in your life.”

Harry’s eyes widened, a nervous laugh following in suit. “The new what?”

“Isn’t that why you’re smirking at your phone?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

You narrowed your eyes in his direction, wishing for laser-vision or something of the like.

He pursed his lips, pondering. “Her name’s Elise, not that you’d care to know.”

Elise.

The pounding of your heart sped up and simultaneously grew quiet as it fell into your stomach.

She wasn’t the first, after the both of you… you know.

There was Brie, Anna, the girl you only saw once because she snuck out in the middle of the night, then Sage, most recently Elisabeth.

And now Elise.

“Y/n?” He asked again.

“What?”

He paused, holding onto your gaze for mere seconds too long. “Are you jealous?”

“Why would I be jealous? Of a girl I haven’t met? That you’ll probably bring here for a few dates and then hook up?” The words steamrolled from your lips. “Not everything is about sex, you know.”

Harry bit back a laugh, shaking his head.

“What?”

“Sounds exactly like someone who needs to get laid would say.”

Your mouth fell open with a spread of embarrassment across your cheeks. “What the hell--!”

Harry stood quickly, throwing another taunting smirk in your direction. “I’ll leave you with that to ponder. I, on the other hand, have a date.”

You muttered a string of curse words under your breath, bidding him farewell and silently hoping he’d stub his toe on the way out.

“We’ll try to be quiet tonight, you know, when I’m getting laid.”

“Oh fuck off!” A throw pillow was, accurately named, and launched in his direction. His laughter could be heard even once he was down the hall to his room.

Maybe he was right.

*** It had been a while since… you know. It had happened. And you wished that period of absence was lesser than, but given the way things were working these days, it wasn’t something to depend on. Your own relationship with hookups and casual dating wasn’t anything to boast aboutーthey were few and far between (when they did happen).

You preferred to keep to yourself; nights spent alone with a good show and a glass of wine far more filled your fancy than any night with a stranger, but lately, you’d been feeling rather lonely. Like you wanted to be needed.

Desired.

Even if just for a moment (or hour, or so).

Harry had long since left the living room and you sat in silence, pondering. The buzz of an earlier glass of wine lingered in your head and only encouraged your decision to open the dreaded app on your phone.

Your profile, carefully curated with pictures of you laughing with friends, moody mirror selfies, and a screenshot of a fuckboy’s attempt to slide in your DMs (as a warning of what not to do), sat vacant for a few months now. There were a few unread messages in your inbox and you deleted them all. It was time to start over.

All to prove Harry wrong.

Swiping like it was a video game, you matched and matched and super-liked anyone to your liking. Bryan, Timothy, a few Chrises, some guy named “T”, they all piled up somewhere on the internet as your next potential fling. It only took a few minutes on this dull Saturday night for Chris #3 to message you.

“Hey cutie” was all that you earned from your search, and you played along, wine helping your case.

Chris didn’t keep your attention long, though, and you continued swiping out of boredom. It was then that you swiped to Aly’s profile.

It was a curious feeling, the way your heart rushed to a rapid beat in your chest. Pausing, you studied over her face in the first picture. Then the second. And the third, fourth, and fifth, too.

How did…

You tapped to the settings of your Tinder app, confused. Indeed, it was set to “Everyone”. When this happened, you were unsure. Maybe Harry had gotten a hold of your phone one Wine Wednesday and changed it as a prank. (Not that it really was a prank…).

You peered over your phone sheepishly, as if you were expecting Harry to jump out from behind the couch and cause a scene. Like you were somehow 13 again, hiding from your parents and reading Seventeen magazine. A slow burn flourished over your cheeks, ignited by the juvenile sparks in your chest.

You pressed the settings button again, biting your lip as you did so. It wasn’t as ceremonious as you were making it out to be, but your body had other plans.

Women only.

The checkmark sealed the deal, and that was that.

A new kind of rush filled your ribcage, holding back the beating of your heart that very likely could be heard from across the room. You swiped back to the main screen, Aly’s profile still front and center. Carefully hovering over the picture of her face, you paused before swiping right.

To your surprise, it highlighted in blue and showed your pictures together.

“Matched!” it said in a celebratory font.

Your phone hung in your hand absent-mindedly as you sat, sinking further into the couch. Does this mean something? You wondered. Am Iー?

Before you could answer, your phone vibrated in your hand.

A single “1” shone like a beacon over the Messages tab in the app. Something told you it wasn’t Chris #3 trying to redeem himself from earlier.

Aly’s name was illuminated at the top of your screen, her profile picture shrunk down to fit the small space but her smile was still just as friendly. Your heart picked up in its cadence, thudding prominently in your chest.

It’s just a girl, y/n, you thought to yourself. It’s just a girl, on a dating app, that I matched with.

Aly: Hi :)

Okay, simple. Concise. Not a lot to work with but certainly not a lot to get worked up over, either. Your fingers danced over the screen, going back and forth between the “Hey” with a smiley or a “What’s up?” and a wink. Was a wink too forward? What if you responded with the same thing she sent. Would she think you’re an amateur? That you don’t know how to talk to girls?

Aly: Are you from around here? Your third picture is from the Firefly, right?

You paused again, rethinking everything.

You: Hey! I am, the Firefly is my go-to. You?

Send.

It was almost instantly Aly sent a response, excited someone else was familiar with her favorite spot, too.

Had you ever crossed paths?

The conversation flowed between the two of you seamlessly, your anxiety fading away as Aly provided most of the questions and seemed eager to talk. Before you knew it, an hour had gone by and you’d ignored a few other texts to talk to this random stranger.

Harry had sent a few, one was the link to a tiktok, one of those “the person who sent you this…” (it was about food; how typical) and a text reminding you he’d be bringing Elise home tonight. He made sure to remind you that he ‘apologized in advance for the noise’ and that he’d ‘make it up to you’.

Aly sent another message, the banner across the top of your screen pulling your attention from Harry’s attempt at pushing your buttons.

Aly: You down to get drinks sometime?

The butterflies started their rampage in your belly all over again, this time much more intensely than the last.

She wanted to get drinks? Already?

You weighed your options: one; drinks with a hot girl at Firefly or two; get wine and bring it back to your apartment while Harry had this Elise girl over.

There was nothing to lose with your offer, so you swiftly typed out a suggestion and hit send without second thought.

You: Wanna come to mine and drink some wine? I just baked banana bread :)

Her response was immediate, a quality you quite admired about Aly: she was bold and brave, exactly the opposite of yourself.

Aly: Red or white? ;)

***

The moments before Aly was slated to arrive were the longest of your life. If you’d thought your heart was beating quickly before, this was overdrive. You shared your address, along with the promise of baked goods, and waited.

A soft knock at your door sent your feet flying to the entryway. You brushed the hair from your forehead and fidgeted with the buttons on your flannel, and with one more deep breath, you unlocked the deadbolt.

Aly was shorter than you, only by a few inches, but her bold eyes drew you right in. She smiled, sly and curious, offering the black plastic bag of wine before greeting you.

“Hi.”

Her salutation hung in the air between you as you took her in. She was just like her pictures and she drew you in all the same as she had on Tinder.

“Hey,” you answered, taking the bag from her outstretched hand. “Come in?”

You stepped back to allow her to shuffle past you, her coat already coming off before the door shut behind the two of you.

“This is cozy,” she said. “Just you?”

“No, I have a roommate. He’s bringing someone home tonight, supposedly.”

She chuckled, “Interesting living with a guy, huh?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

You took her coat and tossed it over a dining table chair. Aly had already made herself at home on the couch, opposite of the corner you normally staked out as your own. She continued to look around, biting back a smile every so often.

The string lights around the crown molding illuminated her face with a soft orange glow as she took everything in. She tossed her phone aside, arms outstretched across the sofa behind her. Her smile was everything, and you almost forgot why she was even here.

“Do you, uh, want me to open this?” You nodded toward the bag in your hand, its weight bringing you back into the moment.

Aly nodded, “Want me to come with?”

“Sure.”

She pushed off of the couch to follow you into the small kitchen, finding a spot in front of the sink. It was comfortable having her here, the way she just ‘fit’ in without even trying. Like it wasn’t new territory for her.

Her arms were folded in front of her chest and she watched you intently.

Aly had bought both red and white, taking your answer of “depends on the day” a bit literally.

“So…,” she started, stepping in closer. “What’s your story?”

“Hm?”

“You know,” Aly laughed, “Why’re you on Tinder?”

Luckily you were searching through the silverware drawer when she asked, intent set on finding the corkscrew. “Just a 24-year-old thing to do, isn’t it?”

“Not really.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you sighed, turning to face her. “My roommate and I have a bit of a bet going.”

Aly raised an eyebrow, asking you to continue. You found the corkscrew and shut to the drawer with your hip, shyly turning back toward the counter with the wine to divert the attention from yourself.

“It’s stupid. He’s … he’s a bit of a player.”

“Okay, and?”

So she wasn’t going to let this go. “He brings a lot of girls home, and I don’t bring many guys home.”

The bottle of red popped! open and you set the corkscrew aside. You felt Aly step in closer behind you, offering a glass from the counter.

“I’m not a guy, though.”

“Yeah,” you laughed, feeling the warmth returning to your cheeks. Your tone shifts, voice getting quieter. “You’re not.”

“So what does that mean?”

You hand her a glass, generously full of the deep red alcohol, and shrug. “I’m not sure. What does that mean?”

She cocks her head to the side and smirks again. You’re painfully aware of how she licks her lips before speaking, and watched intently as she took a sip of the wine.

“Do you want it to mean something?”

“Well I mean,” you stammer over your words, “If you want it to mean something?”

Aly stepped toward you, closing in on the space between the lot of you. Her glass is raised, she nods in your direction, and you tap your glass to hers. You both take another sip and she waits to respond.

“I think it would be fun, you know. For it to mean something,” she shrugged. “I mean, isn’t that why you invited me over?”

Your eyes grew wide and you laughed nervously. “I didn’t think it would actually work.”

“Wouldn’t work? Oh, baby,” Aly shook her head, “I knew from the moment I saw your picture that I wasn’t going to just let you go.”

Baby. Your head swirled with thoughts, overwhelmed to say the least. “Sorry, I, uh,” you giggled to yourself again, flustered. The sip you intended to take was more of a gulp, and then another.

Aly joined your laughter, touching your shoulder in efforts to console you. “Was that too forward of me? I’m sorry, I forget that this is new for some people.”

“How’d you know?”

“You’ve been picking at your nails since the moment I got here and talking at the speed of light,” Aly leaned back against the sink. “You’re an open book, y/n.”

She took a long drink from her glass, now half empty, and stood silently.

“An open book, hm?”

“Yep. Totally.”

You paused for a second, the wine in-hand going down much faster than you anticipated. “What else do you know about me then?”

Aly’s eyes widened, a smile creeping up on her face. “Let me see.”

It was your turn to lean back against the counter and wait for what she had to say. Her eyes sized you up and down, and she hummed a “hmm…” just for good measure.

“Shy. But only when you don’t know her well. Confident, but that’s mostly with the help of wine. This roommate? You like him, at least a little. But you’re on Tinder… matching with women? Interesting character development in my book at least.”

You shook your head, embarrassed at the impressive correctness that she boasted in her assumptions. “Mostly right.”

“Only mostly?”

“Yeah,” you hid behind another sip of wine, “You forgot about the part where I’m really into you.”

“Oh,” Aly reached behind her to place the now-empty glass on the counter, stepping closer to you once more. “You’re really into me?”

You nodded.

She took another step in. “How much?” Her voice was nearly a whisper.

You could hardly hear her, over the hammering of your heart, but your brain was busy working up a witty response.

“How much, baby?” Aly pressed.

She was dangerously close to you now, only inches from your face. The mention of you being ‘confident’ but ‘mostly with the help of wine’ was no truer than in this moment, and you didn’t answer her with words. But instead, a kiss.

Aly didn’t hesitate to kiss back, hardly leaving you the time to place your wine glass (empty, too) on the counter. She leaned into you and wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you closer. She knew exactly what she was doing.

It was just like kissing boys, you quickly realized, except this felt better. Aly led, moving her lips in synchrony with yours that, once you two found a balance that worked, made your head spin. The butterflies in your stomach morphed into something more; less about the nerves and more about the want.

You didn’t care about anything in this momentー

ーWhich was exactly when you heard the front door slam shut.

“Y/n!” Harry called out from the entryway. You heard his keys hit the table, along with another thud and the low murmurs of another voice.

Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck.

“Y/n!” He called again, “Are you evenー?”

He rounded the corner as you pushed out from behind Aly’s grasp, her own surprise catching up with her.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, quickly changing directions to face Harry. “Hi, yes, I’m here.”

Harry eyed you, clearly seeing the person behind you. “Hi…”

“Um, Harry,” you paused, stepping aside to bring Aly into view. “This is Aly.”

Aly spoke up from behind you: “Yeah, I know.”

You turned on your heel. “What?”

Harry hadn’t said anything since seeing Aly and remained quiet in the doorway of the kitchen. He raked a hand through his curls and stared at the ground.

“Hi, Harry.” Aly said, her tone laced with awkwardness.

Oh.

He cleared his throat. “Hey, Aly.”

Oh, no.

“Do you…?”

“Yeah,” they both answered in unison.”

“...know each other.”

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part two coming soon!

[madmilkboi]

pls the “asking your bf to buy a nonexistent menstrual product” was so funny !!! if it’s not too much trouble can you do it with iwaizumi, tendou, & atsumu?

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━🧋⌒*. Asking your boyfriend to buy you a non-existent feminine product

summary: asking them to buy la pusé delight

genre: crack kinda, fluff, kinda suggestive lol

warning/s: curse words, mentions of vibrators (again lol) 🥶 Atsumu getting mad and buying you the true la pusé delight 😃👍🏼

a/n: here u goooo lol i had fun writing this

here's part 1 if u haven't read it yet :D

₍ ♡ ₎ atsumu, iwaizumi,tendou

• While you were scrolling through your phone watching tiktoks

• you came across a certain video where a girl asks her boyfriend to buy her a non-existent feminine product

• and of course you liked the idea

• so why not try it with your lovely boyfriend, Atsumu

• as atsumu was driving home a sudden call interrupted his focus on the road

• he clicked his tongue and answered it since his phone was connected to his car

• "and why did my sweet rose flower call me while I'm driving, hmm?" He asked

• "I'm having period pains" you answered making your voice as convincing as possible

• "okay and?" He joked, letting out a laugh

• "what do you need, baby?" He asked, worry was visible in his tone

• "can you buy me the 'la pusé delight'?" You held in your laugh

• "that sounds like a toy" he mumbled

• "but it's not...please buy it for me" you pleaded

• Atsumu sighed and answerwd a small ok

• he ended the call and immediately turned to the nearest store he could find

• he parked his car and went inside

• he walked to the feminine products aisle and looked for "la pusé delight"

• but to his dismay he couldn't find anything

• and so he asked a nearby employee

• "excuse me, do you have..." he paused embarrassed of the name of the product

• "how may i help you, sir?" She asked

• "do you have...la pusé delight?" He asked his voice getting smaller

• "la what sir?" The employee had a big smile on her face, Atsumu mentally punched himself

• "la pusé...delight" he muttered

• "I'm sorry sir" the employee held in her laugh "but we don't have that product" she smiled

• "do you think other stores have it?" He asked

• "i don't think that even exists sir" she answered

• "oh okay, thank you" he left the store slightly pissed

• he went inside his car letting out a loud sigh

• "so that's how it is huh" he lets out a devilish grin and went to a secluded area

• after buying something he immediately drove home

• "just wait till i get home" he mumbled looking at the paper bag on the passenger seat

• you paused the game on your phone after hearing a knock on the door

• you went downstairs and opened the door

• you smiled seeing him

• "here you go, baby" he gave you the bag and placed a kiss on your forehead

• "oh...you bought it" you muttered confused as to why the product existed

• "open it" he ordered

• you fished through the bag and grabbed it

• there revealed a pink vibrator

• "Atsumu what the fuck?" You looked at it, your eyebrows furrowed

• "the true la pusé delight!" He exclaimed

• mental note: never try on pranking atsumu

• "want to try it?" He winked

• "no, thank you" you gave it to him walking upstairs

• "i don't take no for an answer" he lifted you bridal style and carried you to the bedroom wearing a little smile

• hehe ;)

• you were on your phone while waiting for your husband, Iwaizumi

• And a friend of yours sent you a video with a message saying "you should do this with Iwa lol"

• You watched it and thought that a little prank wouldn't hurt, right?

• you looked at the store's door and saw him coming out with bags of groceries

• He placed the bags on the trunk and walked to the driver's seat, opening it

• "Darling, can you please go back and buy me la pusé delight?" You batted your eyelashes

• Knowing him, he's probably irritated that he needs to go back

• "and that's for?" He asked

• "My period, it hurts" you rubbed your stomach and gave him a pitiful look

• his gaze softened, he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you closer to him

• He placed a kiss on your forehead and told you to wait

• he went out of the car and walked back to the store

• He casually walked to the feminine products aisle and looked for la pusé delight

• but he couldn't find it, he slowly got irritated to the point where his eyes were narrowed and his breaths were getting heavier

• After a few more minutes of looking

• he gave up and went back to the car

• He closed the door with a loud thud

• "sorry" he sighed "i couldn't find it" he clicked his tongue, his breaths still heavy

• "Hajime, calm down" you held his hand

• "how can i calm down knowing you're in pain?" He asked, looking at you

• "It's a prank hehe" you looked at him, that was a dumb decision to tell him

• he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a smile

• he let out a laugh, an irritated laugh to be specific

• "Baby, darling, the love of my life" he started

• "You did this because?" He asked

• "a friend said so!" You exclaimed not wanting to give him the name of the friend

• "Who?" He asked

• "You'll probably drop kick him off the atmosphere if i tell you" you mumbled

• "it's oikawa isn't it?" He smiled and grabbed your phone, he dialed a number and after a few seconds the person that he was calling picked up

• "so how did it go? Y/n-chan?" Oikawa asked

• "I will throw a barbell to your head and punch you off the atmosp-"

• You grabbed your phone from him

• "it kinda worked but he's mad at you.." you glanced at him "and me probably" you mumbled

• "Anyways, don't bother on coming back to Japan if you want to live! Love you~ bye" you ended the call and looked at Iwaizumi with a big smile

• "i can never get mad at you, you know that" his lips formed a small grin

• "Now let's go back home" he started the car

• while driving you and him talked about ways on how to prank Oikawa when he comes back

• you pacing back and forth on the living room while holding your phone

• And your groupchat was blowing up full of texts

• you decided on reading all the texts they sent and discovered that everybody was pulling a prank on their boyfriends

• all of them were telling each other how it went, some went well while others didn't

• And they were all insisting that you should try it too since it was fun

• and since you were bored, why not?

• It's just a harmless prank, it won't hurt him

• as tendou was about to drive back home, his phone rung

• he smiled seeing the caller ID

• "Hello, sweetheart" he beamed

• "Hi...can you please buy me uhh..." you paused wanting to make it convincing as possible

• "What? Name it. I'll buy it for you"

• "La pusé delight" you told him

• "i know it sounds weird but it's for period pains"

• "It definitely sounds weird...it's like a name for a vibrator" he muttered

• "but i will buy it of course, you just wait there sweet heart!" He ended the call and drove to the nearest store he could find

• He exited his car and went inside

• he silently walked t9 the feminine products aisle and immediately looked for it

• he searched every nook and cranny but he couldn't find "la pusé delight"

• And so he left the store with a frown

• And as he was about to get in his car, a loud meow emitted from the back of his car

• he checked the back and saw a kitten, on the ground

• He picked it up and surprisingly the cat didn't show any signs of discomfort

• it didn't have a tag or anything so why not take it home?

• He bopped the kitten's nose and entered the car

• he took of his jacket and placed it on his lap for the kitten to sit on

• The whole drive the kitten was comfortable, it was calm and wasn't very much of a hyper cat

• he parked the car on the driveway and gently held the kitten to his chest covering it with his jacket

• He opened the door and saw you lying on the couch, focused on your phone

• you looked at the door and saw Satori holding his jacket really close to his chest

• You texted your friends first that tendou's here and would tell them whether the prank was successful or not

• "did you get it?" You asked

• "No but i have something much better" he smiled, showing the kitten hiding inside his jacket

• you smiled and opened your phone texting your friend's that you're boyfriend's the sweetest angel to ever walk on Earth

• "Where did you find it?" You asked, gently stroking the kitten's head

• "i found it outside, at the back of my car" he explained

• Finding him cute, you gave him a kiss on the cheek

• He let's out a cheeky smile and gave you a kiss back

• the whole night you and him were suggesting names for the kitten

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[drasin]

Day 18 - Roleplay

Johnny Cage x Erron Black

Prompts list -> [LINK]

NSFW extended version on Ao3 -> [LINK]  (non-explicit)

Erron doesn't think acting is a big challenge. Johnny takes it as a personal insult and suggests a little play to prove his point.

Tags  / Warning(s): none

Word Count:  3,220

It came out a little longer than I planned, but I had too much fun. This is my favorite so far.

"There's no place in this town for the two of us." Each word was spoken slowly with an imitation of a Western accent. Johnny twisted the revolver in his hand and used it to lift the hat he had borrowed from the cowboy. Squinted eyes passed his partner's with sinister intent, and after a brief moment of idleness, he suddenly aimed the barrel at him. "Last wish?"

Theoretically, he was addressing Black, but he wasn't listening to him much, busy looking through funny videos. Cassie had shown them an app a while ago, which turned out not to be as bad as he thought at first. Hearing some mumbling from his boyfriend, however, he lifted his gaze from the screen and furrowed his brow. "I hope the chamber is empty."

Cage sighed and stood back up normally. "Of course it is. Sometimes you could just play along."

"Thanks, but pass." Unlike the soldier, he wasn't very expressive, and fooling around, as he liked to call it, wasn't one of the hobbies they shared. Grabbing a pillow, he threw it to the other end of the couch making space next to him. "Sit down, I have something."

Without much protest, Cage did as he asked and put his arm around his shoulder. Black showed the video, and he didn't even have to pretend to please him, and genuinely burst into laughter. He could have guessed that for a cowboy the quintessential funny thing would be a compilation of failures by people who can't hold a gun properly. After that, Johnny started scrolling by himself. They spent a good few minutes laughing and commenting on the more dumb videos.

"Should I start recording TikTok myself?" And apparently he was asking himself, because a second later he nodded. "Yes, I definitely should."

Black looked at him with pity. "Aren't you a little old for that?"

"Hey! There are a lot of older people here." He replied almost immediately, somewhat indignantly. "And besides, I'm not that old. This app is mostly about a sense of humor and looks. And well... " He ran his fingers through the hair. "Let's not kid ourselves. I'll rock there."

He shook his head with a soft smile. "I won't stop you anyway, do what you want. But I say right away, I'm not going to mess around with you."

"Sure thing." He leaned down, kissing him on the cheek and then tilted back, adding much more quietly. "I'll be recording you in secret."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing!" He laughed and focused on the smartphone. "Oh, go to his account." Without waiting, he started clicking on the screen. The owner of the profile was a young guy who recorded mostly comedy scenes. "He must have some bloopers in here somewhere. I love watching this."

Erron let him search, but after a while, without success, he began to get bored. "Maybe there aren't any?"

He moved his hand back disappointedly. "I mean, he certainly has, but I'm guessing he just doesn't publish."

"How are you so sure? Maybe he doesn't make mistakes? It's only a few seconds videos."

Johnny looked as if he had just said the dumbest thing in the world to him. "Very funny. He's recording it in the hundreds. Although no, numbers don't matter. Of course he's making mistakes, acting is hard as hell."

Erron barely suppressed a laugh. "Yeah, sure."

There was nothing but surprise on Cage's face. Not entirely sure if it was just a joke, but there was no indication that it was so. "Did you just..." He paused to take a breath and shook his head. "...laughed?"

Black probably sensed the change in atmosphere because he turned and put a hand on his knee. "Okay, sorry, I didn't mean to. I know you've put a lot of effort into your acting career in the past." And with a clear conscience, he went back to wasting time on teenage app.

However, the soldier stared at him with a sour expression. "I don't believe you." He muttered, to which the cowboy sighed. "You sound like you just want me to back off. You still think acting is easy."

"No, I just don't find it difficult. You're exaggerating a bit."

"Are you kidding me?" Johnny stood up to have more room to gesture, while Black rubbed his temple, knowing this was heading into a lecture. "I spent many years in Hollywood. I played in a huge number of movies. I've acted live and gotten Oscars! So I know what acting is. And you still want to argue with me? Please, now tell me what you know about this." He crossed arms on his chest.

And at this point, Erron could apologize again in an effort to end it, but somehow he couldn't. Johnny overstated his former job. That was his opinion. The current one was much more difficult, so he didn't know why he was so insistent about it. "I didn't have a problem yet when I had to pretend."

"Oh so we have a real star here!" He burst out with irony and a smile on his face. "No. Let me explain what is your pretend." He used an air quote with the last word. "Just because you sometimes lie to some guard to get somewhere, doesn't make you an actor. Pretending, lying, acting. Can you tell the difference?"

"No, because it's all the same thing."

"Wrong!" Cage growled, but it was actually even funny, so he just listened to him. "Anyone can lie, just like pretend. Real acting is something else entirely. You have a role. A character and a scene to perform. And it takes many years and practice to get good at it. You pour all of yourself and all of your emotions into it to make others believe in it as much as you do yourself. It's a damn hard job, and I'm not talking about playing it at a decent level, because you probably don't make that distinction either, you ignorant." He barked out, at which Black rolled his eyes. "Just about not breaking the character itself. Even professionals have trouble with that. And you, with your pretending, would fail at the simplest challenge already."

"I don't think it's any more difficult than what I do every day." This thesis was obvious to him. Although he didn't want to argue with his partner, comparing acting to their current jobs was ridiculous to say the least.

Cage didn't look even a bit convinced, and maybe a little disgusted. But suddenly he cheered up. "How about you prove it, then?" His smile was sly. 

It didn't bode well. But Black stretched out more comfortably on the couch, crossing his legs. "What's on your mind?"

"We're going to do a little roleplay." He linked his fingers together and took a few steps closer. "I'll give you a scene, and you'll have to play it. If you break character before the ten minutes are up, you will lose and have to admit that acting is beyond you."

"Ten minutes?" He propped himself up on his knees and stood up, facing the man. "Do you want to lose so badly, or do you just underestimate me?"

His smile turned into one of mischief as much as amusement. "I don't want to torment you, in fact I'd give you three at best. You're unskilled darling."

"Because I don't like fooling around like you do?"

"Exactly. That's why you're going to fail and have to take back everything you said."

"Okay, I'm in." Since Johnny, in his confidence, was going to neglect him, he would show him who was right. "But I don't enjoy the satisfaction alone, if I win you'll have to do what I want."

"Oh, you do have a fantasy though. I'm curious to know what's on your mind there, too bad I won't find out." He snorted, scratching his chin. "Okay we can do that. The loser will have to do the one thing the winner wants."

"Okay, to concretes. Give me the details and let's go with it." He rushed the soldier, not being stressed at all. He was confident in his victory, especially since it was only going to be a measly ten minutes. Cage was really underestimating him. But if that's how it was supposed to look, then he'd be happy to prove him wrong.

"Easy cowboy." Gritting his teeth, he rubbed his hands. "Okay then, your role will be... bounty hunter."

Erron furrowed his brows. "Johnny, I am the bounty hunter. What kind of challenge is that?"

Cage threw an arm around his neck, drawing him closer. "Well you see, unlike you, I am content with the pleasure of winning. And I'm about to prove that you can't even play yourself. That will be satisfying." Cocky bastard. He loved to pull this kind of stunt.

"We'll see who laughs last." He muttered close to his face.

Johnny returned the smile and reached for the hat, placing it back on his partner's head. "So you're the mercenary, and I'm your boss." He pointed at himself. Of course he had to have something of it. "The scene goes like this; you come back from a failed mission, but don't want to lose your job. Mostly improv, you think you can handle it?"

"Really?" He asked with a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Sorry, but I don't know if you know what stupid decisions you're making. I've been in the profession for over a hundred years. You want me to play something I've done more than once? You sure you want to lose this way?"

The soldier spread his hands with a shrug of his shoulders. "We'll see." He took a few steps back and grabbed the handle of the door leading to the home office. "If it suits you then we can get started."

"And where are you going? Can't we do it here?"

"A little scenery wouldn't hurt. Let's add some realism." He sent him a wink. It was obvious he was enjoying this situation. Well, actually, he had tried to talk him into roleplay many times before. Black refused cause it wasn't likely his form of fun, but that didn't mean he was going to lose now. "Come in when you're ready. Ten minutes and you win. Good luck." And after those words he disappeared inside."

Black sighed, correcting his hat. Ten minutes. That wasn't a problem. The sooner he did it, the sooner he'd get it over with. And most of all, he'd be happy to wipe that dorky grin off his boyfriend's face.

It was unbelievable how often their conversations led them to do such foolish things. The soldier had really made a difference in his life. However, he didn't want to delay and finally moved to grab the door handle.

After entering, he closed the door behind him. Cage was already sitting behind the desk, looking through the probably first papers that came into his hands. As usual, he did it all in an overdone way. Balck was used to the fact that when Johnny played, his whole demeanor and attitude changed.

Now his eyes were focused and a disgruntled grimace occupied his face. He had to admit, though, that there was always something... fascinating about it. Johnny wasn't someone who maintained neutrality like he did. He was beaming most of the time, and even when he got serious on occasions, it was nothing like this. He almost looked like a different person. Even more so when he finally raised his head and a cold stare pierced him with hostility.

"You forgot how to knock?" A hard, annoyed voice, as if he felt nothing but resentment towards him. He put down the papers placing his elbow on the armrest, and propped his chin against knuckles. "You must bring me good news finally if you allow yourself such audacity."

He was in a character, that's for sure. But if he could do it, Black could handle it too. Although, all in all, it was an uncommon position. He just had to think about what he typically said in these situations.

"No... there were complications on the way." That sounded sillier than he expected. The feeling he had now was a slight... discomfort? That was why he always refused Johnny in such playthings. This whole pretending not to know him was just dumb. However, it was enough to suppress it and he could deal with it. "But I'm close, I just need a little more time."

"And you come to me with something like that!" Unexpectedly, Cage raised his voice, changing his temper. That he could pull such a stunt with a serious face. Really, he lived completely without shame. "What "time"? This was your second attempt and you failed AGAIN!?" The chair wheeled back as he stood up, abruptly, hitting his palm on the desk. "Stop staring at me like an imbecile. Speak!"

Probably the worst part was coming up with everything on the fly. Well, yes, improvisation. His whole life was one big improvisation, so why was it suddenly a problem now? "I say, it will be done--"

"Okay, shut it. I don't have the energy for this." He rubbed his eyes, taking a breath. As he settled back into his chair, he went back to the documents. "Apparently the rumors about you were exaggerated, I'm not going to waste my time. You can go." He didn't even grace him with a passing glance, but merely waved his hand.

Erron wasn't quite sure what to do now. It wouldn't make sense if he left now. Cage was probably making it difficult for him on purpose.

"What?" A short question. A very neat one... But unfortunately, the only one that came to his mind.

"Are you deaf or dumb?" Angry eyes fell on him again. "You're fired. Get the fuck out of here!" He shouted, pointing at the door with his open hand.

And maybe he didn't have that exact situation, but there were several similar ones. He should know what to do; it always worked out somehow. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Why couldn't he say anything? And where did this sudden, overwhelming feeling of humiliation come from?

Johnny always looked like it was so easy; the truth was that he looked that way now, too. He acted like it was all real. In the past, Black had no problems with situations like this... Although, before, it was indeed real. Now he was standing in front of Johnny, and somehow he couldn't... he just couldn't look at him and utter this nonsense without feeling ashamed.

"You can't just--" At this point he was just trying to drag it out, saying the first words that passed his throat with the smallest resistance. He took a few steps closer, putting his hands on the desk when standing still became uneasy. But crossing his eyes with Cage was a big mistake. The pressure of his gaze was unbearably uncomfortable. "I..." His voice cracked. It wasn't a problem in itself. He could have kept going with something or even just said whatever, but he didn't. Now the only thing on his mind was, why the hell was it so difficult? Why was his partner's gaze so intimidating? As he opened and closed his mouth again, he knew he couldn't pull this off any longer. The tightness in his chest became unbearable as he wanted to escape his stare. With a silent curse he crouched down and leaned his head against the tabletop closing his eyes. "I can't."

The sudden relief relaxed his body. And when the pressure wore off, he had time to breathe more deeply. But when did his heart start beating like this? He didn't even notice this stress before.

The floorboards creaked under the weight of the soldier. He walked around the desk and sat on the edge. "Exactly... five minutes." He grabbed his hat and pulled it off to have access to stroke his hair. "I'm proud of you.”

"Fuck off." Black groaned, staring at the floor. But it wasn't worth dragging it out. He was, however, a man of honor. So since he didn't have to make a fool of himself anymore, he stood up with the rest of the dignity he had left. Johnny looked at him with a big, satisfied, smug grin. It took all his strength not to roll his eyes. "Okay. You were right. Acting is hard..." The worst words he'd had to say in a long time. “...and it's beyond me.”

Johnny suppressed a giggle with poor results. "Oh I know, I've seen it." He didn't let go of him, no longer hiding his amusement. "Can you repeat that? I'd like to record it."

"Don't push your luck." The feeling of losing was already quite unpleasant, and he knew that the man wouldn't let him forget about it for a long time yet. But in fact... he was wrong. Johnny, meanwhile, was still smiling, wallowing in his satisfaction. Oh right, there's still the matter of their bet. But he doubted it would be anything worse than what he had just experienced. "So what do you want? Can we settle this now?" He preferred not to give him something like that for any future use.

"Oh, actually, yes." Erron didn't like that smile. He looked like that whenever he thought of something stupid. "We'll continue this."

He hit the jackpot. This was stupid, even really stupid. Why would they even do this?

"For what? I think we've already established that I'm bad at this, yes?" He groaned, hoping to dissuade him from the idea. "I admitted it. I'm a shitty actor. You want to bully me?"

"There, there. Not at all." He lifted him up and grabbed the belt, pulling him close. "I just quite enjoyed the scene, and well..." His hand ran up over the mercenary's chest as he lowered his voice. "I just got a huge urge to take you on this desk right now.”

“You literally just can do it.”

“As your boss.”

Erron screwed up his face almost immediately. "Come on. Anything else. Or at least without this nonsense." He whined almost pleadingly.

"Nope." Cage didn't let himself be persuaded. Sometimes it annoyed him how stubborn the man was. He put arms around his waist, holding him close. "Sorry, it was your idea. And don't worry about your acting. You're cute when you're trying, and it's really freaking funny to watch."

"Glad you're having fun..." A self-satisfied asshole. He's having a great time, and Black had a look on his face like he just lost his life. "I hate you." He didn't know if this was a lesson not to underestimate, his boyfriend's stupid abilities. But if so, then he probably deserved it. So perhaps he had to grit the teeth and just swallow his pride. "Fine. This one time."

"Attaboy." He patted him on the chest contentedly. "Now, I'll take care of everything, and you... just play along."

And he may not have been particularly happy, but if he promised, he kept his word. Anyway, there weren't many things he wouldn't do for him. Who knows, maybe it's another thing that turns out to be not as bad as he supposes.

[calicocatwrites]

Ass, Titty, Or Thighs?

Word Count: 1,970

Warnings: Talk of titties and ass, kind of a given, a little bit of swearing in Bakugou and Shinso’s.

Headcanon: Do the BNHA boys prefer ass, titties, thighs, or magical answer number 4?

Characters: Iida, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Midoriya, Shinso

Author’s Note: Just my take on this idea, of course you can have different opinions than me, this is just what I think!

Tenya Iida:

This is a titty man.

Hear me out with this one.

He looks respectfully, obviously, this is Tenya Iida we’re talking about, but just the way they move has Iida in a different state of mind.

His favorite subject is jiggle physics (I will take myself out-).

Like, how do they move? Does it hurt? Fascinating, truly.

He doesn’t care what they look like, as long as they’re on you, the person he loves, he’s happy.

You’re watching TV in your dorm room when Iida furiously knocks on your door. Pausing your show, you get up and open the door for him.

���Hey, Iida! You need something?”

He quickly glances around your room, as if checking if someone is there, and stutters out his request.

“Ms. Y/N, i-is it ok if I may ask y-you a question I’ve prepared?”

Not seeing any harm in inviting him in, you gently crack open the door a bit more, gesturing for him to enter. Iida gladly takes the invitation and darts into your room. You sit back down on your bed, expecting him to do the same. However, Iida carefully stays standing, looking down at you. Silence starts to take its place in between the two of you, and you finally speak up.

“So, what is it you wanted to ask me?”

“U-uh, y-y-eah, right. I w-was just wondering if I could a-ask you a question about-”

He cuts himself off, almost as if choosing his follow-up words very carefully.

“A-about your… chest area.”

Now it’s your turn to blush, although not nearly as much as he is. At this point it looks like he’s melting from sweat.

“Uh, yeah, you can, is something wrong?”

“N-no! I-it’s just that I w-w-was wondering i-if they work as… comfort. The tissue in breasts is noted to be much more flexible than average, and I assumed that would lead to them being s-softer than average, but does that mean that they hurt? I’d like to test my theory, o-of course not with my hands or anything! That would be extremely disrespectful and as Kirishima would say, ‘unmanly’, but maybe there’s… another way?”

It finally clicks.

“Iida, are you trying to lay on my boobs?”

“P-p-precisely.”

Laughing, you bring him over to lay down as he wanted, and unpause your show.

Katsuki Bakugou:

So we all unanimously agree this is an ass man, right?

If we’re all in agreement, I’ll continue.

But yeah, Bakugou just screams ass man.

He always has a hand in your back pocket when you go places, or stares at your ass when you’re wearing shorts (or even when you aren’t-)

Just like Iida, it’s jiggle physics, astounding.

He’ll buy you clothes that are specifically to show off your ass-

You get ready in your outfit, Bakugou wanting to take you to a new restaurant close to campus. It wasn’t anywhere fancy, just a sushi place, so you didn’t get dolled up or anything, just some leggings and one of Bakugou’s hoodies. You call over to Bakugou, checking if he’s ready to go, and when both of you have your shoes on, you take off to try some sushi.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Bakugou instinctively goes to put his hand in your back pocket, something he always does when you’re out. However, you opted to wear leggings, something comfortable and easy to throw on.

“Y/N, back pocket, not there, what the fuck?”

“I didn’t wear jeans.”

“Well how is everyone supposed to know you’re mine?!”

“Babe, I’m wearing your hoodie.”

“Other people don’t know that’s my hoodie.

“Katsuki, your hand is literally on my ass.”

“Well you didn’t wear something with back pockets, where else am I supposed to put my hand?!?!”

Eijiro Kirishima:

t h i g h s

This man is the actual definition of a thigh man.

He lives for your soft thighs as opposed to his super muscular ones, you just balance him out perfectly, he loves you so much.

He loves laying on your thighs, in between your thighs, with his hand on your thighs, your thighs literally only exist to be perfect and for him.

Oh and the way certain pants compliment your thighs, he would literally buy you anything you want.

Constant thigh compliments, also little kisses on them.

You and Kirishima are just laying together in his dorm, you leaning on Kirishima's shoulder, watching videos pop up on Kirishimas For You Page. Suddenly, as if TikTok knew exactly who Kirishima was and what peaks his interest, a trend came up with a guy in between his girls thighs. Next video? Yep, a girl in between her girls thighs. As soon as the videos came up Kirishima looked at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you or anyone else on Earth had ever seen.

“Babe! Pleaaaase???”

“Not right now, baby.”

“Y/N, I’m four times stronger than you, this isn’t really up for discussion anymore.”

“KIRI-”

Before you know it, Kirishima has pinned you face up on the bed, and laid his head in between your thighs, snuggled up like a little baby in a crib.

“Kiri, I want to have a blanket on my legs, y’know.”

“Then put one on, I can’t be suffocated by sheets if my breath is taken away by your beauty.”

He’s not budging, and will probably fall asleep like that.

Shoto Todoroki:

The next three boys are ‘magical answer number 4’ boys.

This, my friends, is a hand man.

Ah ah ah, hear me out. He loves comparing hand sizes because it makes him feel loved, no matter if your hand is bigger, smaller, or the exact same size, he just likes the feeling of bonding in a loving way.

He loves hand-holding and painting nails (yes, he lets you paint his nails, he also likes painting yours), little hand actions.

He absolutely adores tracing your hands, the outline and any scars, freckles, or crevices. He likes his hands traced as well.

It’s just such a sweet, innocent action.

You and Todoroki are just sitting in his dorm, eating cold soba he got dropped off at the house. You have little trays and are eating on his bed, just talking about whatever comes to mind. Suddenly, Todoroki finds a fitting topic he wants to talk about.

“Your hands are really nice.”

It’s a weird thing to come up with out of the blue, so you just casually dismiss it, a quick ‘thank you’, and more bites of food. Todoroki isn’t really ok with you just ending the conversation like that though, so he takes a more forward approach.

“Y/N, can I hold your hand?”

“Shoto, I need my hands to eat.”

“No, you only need one hand.”

Realizing you aren’t gonna win this battle, you slowly place your hand near him, which he swoops in and takes almost immediately. He starts tracing the outline and shape of your hand, then your wrist, then any scars or freckles, then any little crack or crevice in your hand, sometimes going over your knuckles.

“Shoto, are you going to eat your food or just look at my hands all day?”

“My food will be fine, not like it’s going to get cold, it’s cold soba.”

Yeah, he goes for the later of your suggestions.

Izuku Midoriya:

Ass? Nah. Titty? Nah. Thigh? Nah.

Tummy.

Midoriya loves your stomach, no matter what it looks like, no matter the size, or if there’s scars there, it doesn’t matter.

He likes to pepper kisses all over your belly, and holds you around your waist whenever he can.

He likes laying on your stomach, and falling asleep like that (more than he likes to admit-)

It’s just a beautiful thing, and he loves your belly so much.

You decided to wait for Midoriya in his dorm to surprise him, he went out training today, so you thought it would be nice to see him when he gets back, even if he is tired and desperately needs a shower. Finally, when he’s half an hour late and you’re about to call him to make sure he’s ok and safe, Midoriya stumbles through the door and into his dorm, where you lay on his bed, patiently waiting for his arrival.

“‘Zuku, you’re back, finally! I was getting worried.”

“Y-Y/N! Hey! Y-you should’ve told me you were here, I would’ve finished training faster.”

“Oh, it’s ok!”

Midoriya walks over to his bed, and, exhausted from training, gently flops onto his bed, placing his head on your belly.

“Um, baby, do you want me to move so you can lay on the bed and not… on me?”

“Hm? No reason to, I’ve got my favorite pillow right here, u-unless this bothers you! Then I can totally get up and relocate.”

“No no no, it’s fine, Izuku. Just go to sleep, you’re probably tired from training for such a long time.”

Midoriya gently closes his eyes, and you carefully play with his hair, petting it every so carefully, like it’s a glass vase tilting on an uneven surface, a wrong move and everything breaks. After a while, you hear soft snores coming from your boyfriend, and decide it’s probably best if you fall asleep too.

Hitoshi Shinso:

Kind of a stretch, hear me out.

Eyes man.

This man absolutely loves your eyes. No matter the color, shape, whatever, he just loves eyes.

How they seem to light up when you’re excited, and how they look in that one specific kind of sunlight that makes the whole world shine like gold and bronze.

He loves holding eye contact and doing your eye makeup, even if it looks bad.

Eyes are the gateway to the soul, and Shinso strongly agrees with that.

You and Shino are out at the park. The sun hasn’t quite started setting, but it will soon, in about a half-hour. Shinsou took you out to have a picnic, where he bought ramen noodles and cake and sushi for you guys to eat. Unbeknownst to you, he also brought black eyeliner, makeup remover, and a little gold eye makeup product. Granted, he had no idea how to use them, but maybe today he could learn. After you’ve both eaten, the sun is starting to set, making the whole world almost as beautiful as you, he whips out the cosmetics and explains his plan.

“Y/N, I want to try doing your eye makeup. Can I?”

It takes a good amount of time to process his request, but you agree and let him give it a shot. Laying down, he carefully crawls on top of you, pulls out the eyeliner, and focuses only on your eyes. As much as he wants to pay attention to the eyeliner applicator, for a brief moment he gets caught up in how beautiful your eyes look in the light, and slips up.

“Shit, I messed up.”

“It’s ok! Just take some makeup remover on a Q-Tip and try again, babe.”

After a couple slip ups, he finally gets the eyeliner and the little gold shimmer on your eyes, and brings you up to your feet so you’re both standing.

“Wow, you look incredible.”

“Thank you, Shinso, you look great too.”

He pecks your cheek, packs up the picnic, and you two are on your merry way, Shinso excited to look at your eyes again and again, grateful to call you his significant other.