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tooweirdforyou · 3 years ago

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OP Boys As Cliché Tropes

A/N : this has prooooobablyyyy been done already ! but here’s my take on it! :))

Includes : Ace, Sabo, Luffy, zoro, Sanji, law, kid,

Summary : these op boys as Cliché anime / romance tropes.

Portgas D. Ace » forbidden lovers

there is just something so, enticing, about a boy who is painfully forbidden to have and long for, whether it’s because of his reputation, his background, or society just doesn’t permit it. Yet, the two of you still find your ways together and will fight for your love, no matter what it takes.

“Ace! You shouldn’t be here— what if someone sees?” Your hushed shouts to him is ignored as the freckled boy leans up from his hold onto the window sill. His cheeky grin is seen as he steals a peck from your plump lips.

“And? So what if I’m a devil child that is a curse to society?” Lifting himself up higher with his upper body strength, he moves so he was fully inside your room. “You love me, right?”

“Of course I do.” You say immediately, pulling him closer and shutting the window behind him.

Ace wraps his arms around your waist and leans down to your face, waddling you over to your bed. “Good.. that’s all I can ask for then.”

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips. “Because, as long as I’m with you, I don’t care what anyone thinks or says about us.”

With that, he leans down and pulls your chin to entrap your lips into a kiss.

Chief of Staff Sabo » best friend’s brother

constantly seeing you come over with his little brother and his friends, his eyes can never seem to leave tou and the way he can hear your melodic laughs in his brother’s room has his mind only thinking of you. Even more so, when you smile and greet him in your kind way, and the slight embarrassed flush of your cheeks when he’d purposely walk around shirtless, pretending to ask his brother some random things just to see your expression-

“Hey, Sabo! Is Luffy home? I came over to drop off something.”

To be greeted with your beautiful face after just waking up was a blessing, but hearing that you were here for Luffy, as expected, wasn’t so much.

“Hey, [Name]..” he yawns lightly, his morning deep voice being obvious, and you smile apologetically. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I can come back at another time.”

“No, it’s alright.” Running a hand through his blonde bed-hair, Sabo gives a lazy smile and opens the door wider. “Come on in. Luffy’s actually out with Ace but they’ll be back soon.”

It was then that you noticed his shirtless body exposed from his unbuttoned shirt and your cheeks warm, as you made your way inside. “Thanks..”

“No problem. Can I get you anything to drink?” You merely shake your head in response. “I’m okay, thank you.” Your eyes are averting from him and Sabo chuckles.

“[Name],”

Sabo wraps his arms around you from behind, his deep voice by your ear as he chuckles lowly. “Why are you being so shy around me? No one’s here but us.”

You unconsciously lean into his body and place your hands over his arms. “You said so yourself.. your brothers will be here any minute.”

Sabo kisses your ear and smiles slyly, his arm raising up your torso while his lips lower down to your neck. “So? I’m sure by now that they already know about us, considering a few nights ago, you weren’t exactly quiet in my room.”

Monkey D. Luffy » childhood friends to lovers

the familiarity of knowing someone and just spending your usual time with them and letting the love slowly blossom, even after knowing all their quirks and flaws and little things they do, it’s a love that can never fail.

“Alright, Pirate King!”

Playing his favorite game since you were kids, you held up a wooden spoon and pointed it at Luffy, grinning. “It’s time for you to be taken down and captured!”

Luffy gives his own wide grin as he knocks your wooden spoon with ease. “Shishishishi! It looks like you are the one captured after all, lady of the navy!” He exclaims and you gasp dramatically, kneeling down before him.

“Captured! By the pirate king! What are you going to do with me?”

Luffy hums as he steps down from the table and looks down at you, before kneeling so you were the same height. He plasters a cheery grin.

“I’m going to make you my pirate queen!”

A small blush is spread across your cheeks but you don’t say anything about it, just nodding and playing along. “Your pirate queen, you say? I could never be.”

“And why not?” Luffy leans close and smiles softer. “You’re beautiful and incredible. You’re nice, you make me laugh, you’re cute, you give me meat, you stay with me when I’m alone, cheer me up when I’m sad, you play games with me, I love you.” he continues on and suddenly pecks your lips.

“I want you to be my queen, [Name].”

Roronoa Zoro » fake relationship

just something about having to pretend to be significant others after starting off as friends, strangers even, and having that slow spark of love bloom and blossom as time goes on, is really admiring.

“Thanks, seriously.”

Walking out of your parents home, you made your way to your car, Zoro following along. It was late at night, having just had dinner with your parents.

“Sure.” Zoro nods mindlessly, seemingly distracted to which you reach for his hand for his attention, causing him to look up. “Hm?”

“Zoro? Are you okay?” The green-hair nods and you frown. “I’m sorry for making you do this, you know..” you mumble and Zoro looks at your face from your tone. “I agreed to it, didn’t I?”

You look down and fiddle with your keys, moving to lean against your car a little ways from your parent’s home. “Yeah, but this fake relationship has been going on for a while.. it must be tiring for you to act like my boyfriend when we’re not really dating..”

Zoro stares at your figure, taking a moment to look at you before suddenly stepping close and press his lips to yours.

It didn’t take long to kiss back, being hit with those familiar butterflies in your stomach before you pulled away. “Zoro, you didn’t have to pretend or act anymore, no one’s around.”

Zoro tilts his head and narrows his eyes when you pull away. “Who said this is pretend? I love you. That’s not an act.”

Vinsmoke Sanji » love at first sight

as soon as he saw you, he knew. The way your eyes light up, the way your smile brightens the day than the sun does, the sweet sound of your voice when you first talked to him, he just knew.. you were the one.

“Sanji.”

No answer came from the blonde as he smiles warmly at you, his loving expression in his eyes evident from across the table.

You can’t help the shy smile at his constant staring, so you reach over to play with his bangs, catching his attention. “Sanji.. you’re blanking out again.”

You’ve only met twice, the first at a grocery store and the second at the park, near your apartment complex that he happened to live at too. And so, Sanji decided to ask you on a date, and you agreed.

“A-Ah, apologies, my dear. I just can’t comprehend how lucky I can be.” He chuckles a bit, reaching up to hold your hand. You smile at that and lean your head down a bit bashfully, a couple strands falling.

“Really.. I mean it.” His gentle smile and his eye held warmth and love as he looks at you. “It’s cheesy, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as stunning and lovely as you.”

“Mmh, too cheesy.” You laugh and Sanji chuckles. “We’ve met a couple times, and you seem to be playing all your flirtation cards. But seriously, what attracts you to me?”

Sanji goes back to your hands and intertwines them, pulling it close to his lips and places a gentle kiss to your fingertips.

“Just, love at first sight, I suppose.”

Trafalgar Law » ex to lovers

there is still that leftover spark, constantly lighting up whenever your mind wanders to your ex that has you longing for him. Whether it was a mutual breakup or a one-sided one, neither of you can seem to forget the other. But perhaps, you could always give a second chance, to this possible broken up soulmate?

“Law.” You say breathlessly, having nearly tripped yourself when you ran downstairs, knowing who exactly was at your door so late at night.

“[Name]-ya..” Law seems to be surprised, like he wasn’t expecting to see you. He’s a bit at a loss for words, doing something he never did, which was just drive to your place on instinct.

But before he could get a word out, you blurt. “I’m still in love with you!”

Law could feel his heart ping at her words, the once slightly empty feeling in his chest slowly filling with warmth.

With flickering eyes and contemplating mind, he just curses under his breath, nearly breaking your heart, until your felt his hands cup your cheeks.

And before you knew it, the space between your lips closed and you kissed.

The kiss lasted a few moments before he presses his forehead against yours, a bit breathless. “Good. Good.. because I still love you..”

Eustass Kid » enemies to lovers

nothing like constant fighting and the unbearable tension between the two of you that really gets the blow flowing and the romantic sparks flying. Both of you are pain in the asses but just maybe, you’ll let it go for now.

“Yer’ so fucking annoying.”

“Tch, I didn’t ask to be in this situation either!”

Pressing closer into the wall of the alley, your hushed yells to the red-head causes him to scowl. “Shut the fuck up already.”

“Shut it, Kid!” You hiss and flinch when you heard some shouts nearby. You see, you saw Kid walking around and so you decided to tag along, but the two of you seemed to wander onto “illegal” grounds after Kid tried to get away from you, so you were currently hiding from the police for a bit.

The space between the walls were a tight one in the alley, and with Kid’s broad body, it didn’t help, so he was practically towering and crushing you.

“Wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t followin’ me, dumb bitch.” He curses and you roll your eyes.

“Believe me, I regret it too.” You scowl and look to the side, while Kid glances at you. His irritated expression relaxes a bit at he stares at your skin and more directly, your soft plump lips.

Noticing his staring, you raise a brow. “What?” Kid just rolls his eyes. “Nothing.”

“You were staring at me.”

“You’re not much to look at though.”

“What was that?!”

“Shut up!” He scowls, nearly growling as he covers your mouth with his hand, pressing his body closer to yours as he shifted.

“Mmhhh!” Seeing that the red-head wasn’t budging, you lick his hand and he immediately recoiled his hand in disgust. “What the fuck?!”

You then stifled a snicker at Kid before hearing his growl and a sudden pull towards him in the already tight space.

“You think you’re funny?”

“Quite, actually.” You grin and Kid smirks.

“You know what? I can give you something else to lick if you want.”

A/N : my oh my. let me know your thoughts!

#tooweirdforyou #one piece #one piece x reader #op x reader #x reader #op #one piece writing #monkey d. luffy x reader #portgas d. ace x reader #chief of staff sabo #sabo x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #trafalgar law x reader #eustass kid x reader

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petboymart · 3 years ago

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WOOO!! Congrats on 700!! <3

I’m so happy for you all!!

Got any hcs for a soft bull!Aone getting hot n bothered from his new master bathing him ? Poor boy gets turned on from the sight of them doing simple things :^(

a/n: ✨guess who’s not dead✨ sorry gang i’ve had a FUCK ton of issues these past few months so i took a break from writing bc it would have been angry, sad, or terrible. the good news is that now i am getting better, so hopefully my problems will be less stressful 😗✌️ anyway, bull!aone is babi and that’s the tea sis

i also added some hcs for when poor baby gets turned on from small things as a treat bc i haven’t posted in like two months -eden<3

tw/cw: fem!bodied reader w/ gen!neutral pronouns, NSFW content, praise(aone receiving), aones dirty thoughts, handjob, dry humping, groping (reader receiving), breeding kink,

so soft, shy, sweet bull!aone recently came to your farm and has taken a particular liking to you

you don’t notice at first because he just stares at you really hard with a blush on his face and his skinny white tail swaying back and forth

you assumed the blush was from the heat stupid hoe so you just brushed it off until the first time you bathed him

you brought him to the bathing stall and ties up his lead rope, a precaution since some bulls don’t like baths, and the whole time you were getting everything ready he just stared at you. i’m talking (•//^\\•) kinda stare

he’s so cute istg

anyway, you’re finally ready to bath him

you start with his back and he’s so tense. you worry that you’re making him uncomfortable but this has to be done so you just try to go as fast as you can

as you massage and scrub his back he lets out little whimpers and whines, especially when you get down to his thighs

eventually you finish his back side so you walk around to his front, to preoccupied to see his tomato red face and raging boner the he is trying and failing to cover with his hands

you do eventually look up to his face and are surprised at the redness, but he now won’t make eye contact with you so you assume he’s just embarrassed and proceed with the washing, smiling at the little moans he lets out when you massage his fluffy ears

it isn’t until you get to his legs that you realize why he’s been acting this way

once you get over your shock, you gently caress the soft area of his abdomen and coo. you tell him that you’re more than happy to help him if he’s needy, and he just offers you a shaky moan and a buck of his hips up to your hand

“use your words pretty bull”

“p-please tou-ch me…”

so you begin to slowly stroke him with your still sudsy hand, your free hand alternating between rubbing his ears and playing with his pierced nipples

his eyes are squeezed shut and his head is tilted back. he’s letting out little moos and whines of pleasure as you pick up the pace

you lean up to nibble on his pink bud before giving it a little suck while stroking his ears and keeping your fast pace on his cock

the combined pleasure sent him over the edge, his release coating your hand, your thighs, and his thighs

you offer him a small smile as he pants and shivers from his high, but pout once his eyes fall back on you

“you’re all dirty again, looks like you need another bath. but since i’m dirty too, maybe i can bathe with you”

he INSTANTLY perks up. tail swaying, full attention on you, rosy red blush still all over his cheeks

and he says the softest little “yes please”

baths are now one of his favorite things, you swear he rolls in dirt just so that he can get them more often

bull!aone gets turned on by you breathing

no, seriously, the rise and fall turns him on because it accentuates your chest

oh? you’re bent over? for him? it must be for him! he’ll make you feel good then!

he’ll come right up behind you and grind his throbbing hard cock right against your sex, and he won’t stop until your shorts are dripping milky white from his cum and your own

he gets turned on when you are making food because he thinks about what a good parent you’d be to his babies, and suddenly he’s behind you, rutting into your ass, one hand up your shirt, the other rubbing your clit while he lets little moos slip into your ear

irrelevant, but his moos are so. fucking. cute. so sweet and smooth. 10000000000/10

once you were laying on your back on a stack of hay with one leg propped up, because they were sticking together due to your sweat, and the second, i mean the SECOND, he saw you he had a boner

man handled your ass so that he could mount you and you couldn’t convince him that you weren’t spreading your legs so he would come breed you if you tried

you couldn’t walk the day after that incident

call him a good boy, pretty, pretty boy, sweetheart, love, baby, or his personal favorite, my favorite handsome bull, and he’s GONE

congratulations you have melted him. gone like the icecaps

he LIVES for praise, and whenever you give it to him he’s ready to kill someone if you’ll call him your good boy

and then he’ll fuck you into next week

#eden !!#bullboy aisle !!#bull!aone !!#petboy mart !!#haikyuu petboys !!#haikyuu petboys #aone #aone takamobu #haikyuu smut

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jeonsjiddies · 4 years ago

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Not Afraid | jjk (m)

Summary - Jungkook helps you change your flat tire, and teaches you how to let go.

Word Count - 3816

Pairing - Jungkook x reader

Genre - smut

Warnings - dom!jungkook, fingering, bondage, breast play, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, rough sex

a/n: another re-write from a previous fandom. :)

Driving home from university on a hot Tuesday afternoon, you sang along to the radio at the top of your lungs.You sped down the highway (still following the speed limit- for the most part. Didn’t most cops give a 5mph grace?) when your car started shaking and swerving. You put your flashers on and pulled over underneath an overpass bridge. You got out and realized you had a flat tire.

“Crap,” you mumbled, pulling out your spare from the back and staring at it.

You didn’t know how to change a tire. You groaned, kicking the stone wall in frustration. You heard a hissing noise from behind some chipped off stones, and out jumped a snake. You screamed, fumbling away from it. Suddenly, a tall man in a black leather jacket appeared. He fearlessly grabbed the snake by the head so it couldn’t bite him, and walked it over to a grassy area, tossing it free.

“Are you oka-” he began when you threw yourself at him, hugging him.

Your hands then pressed against his chest.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you rushed out.

Being pressed against him felt so good. Your hands slid down his chiseled abdomen slowly, mesmerized. You jumped back to reality, your gaze flickering up to his face, startled. You stood there, frozen, gazes locked together, your hands splayed across the top of his jeans.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” you squeaked, cheeks heating up as you stumbled away from him and his amused expression.

“Oh, don’t mind me. I was enjoying the show,” he smirked.

You almost died right then and there. From this new angle, you saw his deliciously tanned skin, deep brown eyes and razor sharp jawline, but soft, round features. He was gorgeous, erotic, he was…

“Jungkook?” you gasped, recognizing the boy from school.

“Hey, Y/N.” he grinned.

“Oh my gosh, hi!” you smiled. “What are you doing here?”

“I saw you were having car trouble and I stopped to make sure you were okay.”

You and Jungkook weren’t exactly friends, but you were one of the few people who didn’t treat him like trash, so you were friendly in classes and the hallways.

“I got a flat tire. I have a spare but I don’t know how to change it.” you sighed.

“I can help you with that. Do you have a jack?”

“Uh…” you looked in the back and shook your head.

“I do, at my place. Come on,” he motioned to his bike.

He handed you a helmet and you climbed onto the seat behind him, clutching his torso for dear life. Jungkook’s body felt so good to touch, it made you hold on a little tighter than necessary. He wasn’t even going that fast. He rode down the highway, turning into his apartment complex. You hopped of the bike, your whole body still vibrating from the purr of the engine.

“Whoa,” you swayed.

“First time?”

You nodded.

“I’m honored to have been your first ride,” he smirked, making you blush at the implied meaning.

That bike wasn’t the only thing you wanted to ride… He grabbed the jack from inside, while you looked around.

“Got it,” he said, suddenly standing behind you, his body head radiating onto your back, breath fanning against your ear.

You visibly shivered, causing him to chuckle.

“Let’s go, princess.”

You climbed back on the bike, more aware of his body between your legs than before. He rode back to your car and jacked it up, using the tools he’d brought he took off the old tire and put on the new one. He eased your car back to the ground.

“Good as new,” he beamed, “I’ll follow you home just to be sure that it’s all safe.”

“Thank you, Jungkook. You’re amazing,” you gushed.

He blushed and nodded, crawling back onto his bike and following you to your house. He got off the bike and walked up to you.

“Check your tire pressure in a couple days but other than that it seemed to drive fine.”

“Okay. Do you want a drink or something?” you gestured to your house. “You really saved me today and I just want to repay you.”

“Sure,“ he smiled.

You led him inside, giving him some iced tea.

“Hungry?” you offered him a plate of cookies your mom had left out when she’d gone to night shift.

“Thanks,” he smiled, taking one and biting in.

He closed his eyes and let out a low moan that melted your insides. You pressed your thighs together.

“This cookie is orgasmic.” Jungkook told you, and you just giggled nervously.

“Oh, I forgot to give you the grand tour,” you grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the kitchen.

You let go as soon as you realized what you’d done and showed him the downstairs before heading up the stairs.

“Last but not least, where I sleep,” you said, sitting on the bed.

“Nice.”

“You’re the first guy that’s been up here,” you admitted.

“Oh, another honor of being your first,” he winked.

You covered your face, laughing.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“But didn’t you, Y/N?” the corner of his lip tugged upwards as he stalked towards you, almost like a predator closing in on its’ prey.

Your throat went dry as he placed his hand on your knee, leaning closer.

“Y/N?” your mom called up the stairs, ��honey whose motorcycle is outside?”

Jungkook froze, your eyes popped open wide.

“She’s supposed to be at work.”

“I’m not supposed to be here, am I?”

You shook your head.

“Shit,” he mumbled, glancing at the window.

“Don’t go. I have a plan. Come on.”

You led him downstairs and stopped in front of your mom.

“Y/N, what-” she stopped and stared at Jungkook, “Who are you? Why is he here? What were you doing up there?” she accused.

“Jungkook helped me change my flat tire and I didn’t have any cash on me but I wanted to repay him so he followed me here so I could get into my savings jar.”

Jungkook nodded, furthering your story by pulling out a stack of one dollar bills from his pocket.

“Oh, well thank you… Jungkook…” your mom smiled wearily.

“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Would you like to stay for dinner? As a thank you? I got off work early and I was going to make steak,” she offered.

“I’d like that,” Jungkook smiled. “At home it’d be me and a frozen dinner.”

“A growing boy needs a home cooked meal,” she clapped, “if you go back into your room, leave the door open Y/N.”

Your whole face felt hot and you just nodded, dragging Jungkook up the stairs.

“I’m so sorry,” you groaned.

“Don’t be, she’s sweet.”

“If you say so,” you mumbled.

You and Jungkook hung out in your room, talking and laughing and getting to know each other better. He told you how he became interested in tattoos, even learning how to tattoo someone himself, though he hadn’t had time to do it professionally with school. Tou told him that you’d never done anything half as exciting as that. The both of you kept moving closer unconsciously, until you were sitting cross legged on your bed, knees touching. You bit your bottom lip nervously. Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut.

“Y/N, it’s taking every bit of self control I’ve got not to attack you right now, please don’t make this any harder than it already is,” he groaned.

“Attack me?” you asked.

Jungkook lowered his voice, giving you a dangerous look.

“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, do you? From the moment you touched me at the bridge, I’ve wanted you. Even before that. You’re so kind to me, so pure and sweet. But I see the way you look at me. The way you want me. Then you bring me to your bed and you tease me, but I can’t have you. Your mom is downstairs. If she weren’t here right now, I’d have you screaming my name, begging me for more, I’d fuck you so good you’d be limping for days,” he growled, voice barely audible.

You sucked in a breath, using every ounce of willpower you possessed not to jump on him.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you babygirl?” he purred. “You want my hands all over you, my tongue-”

“Y/N! Jungkook! Dinner,” your mom called.

Your face was hot from Jungkook’s dirty words, and he had to adjust himself before going downstairs.

“I’m starved,” he smirked, “but I really just want dessert,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling it before walking away.

You nearly fainted, but you followed him down to the kitchen. You sat next to him at the table.

“Wow Mrs. Y/L/N, this looks amazing,” Jungkook smiled innocently.

You pressed your legs together desperate for any kind of relief. Jungkook smiled, placing a hand on your bare thigh under the table. Your eyes widened, and you looked at him. He just smiled politely, eyes focused ahead on what your mother was saying. Your dad came in and introduced himself. Your parents made idle conversation, they asked questions, but you could barely pay attention with Jungkook’s fingers dancing on your skin, so close to where you wanted him, but not close enough. As you were explaining the events of the day to your father, Jungkook’s fingers found their way past the hem of your shorts. You choked on your water.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook feigned concern.

“I’m fine. Wrong pipe,” you coughed, gripping his knee as a warning, pushing your legs together.

He easily spread them apart again, because, did you really want him to stop? His fingers slithered past your underwear, teasing your slit.

“This steak is so moist,” Jungkook grinned.

“Thank you, Jungkook,” your mom smiled.

You rolled your eyes, until he slipped one finger inside you. You bit down on your lip to avoid moaning. Jungkook didn’t even glance your way as he added another, pumping in and out of your heat seamlessly. His arm was barely moving. His thumb rubbed circles around your clit, and you jumped a little. You dug your nails into his leg as his skilled fingers started moving faster, curling and hitting all the best places, making the electricity in your core build fast. You whimpered quietly as he shifted the angle, hitting your G-spot again.

“Are you okay, honey?” your dad asked.

“Yea-yeah. I just… ohhh.. My head hurts,” you moaned out.

“Do you need to be excused?” your dad asked.

“No…” you choked out breathlessly, “I’m okay.”

“Okay,” he gave you a concerned look and started asking your mother about her day.

Jungkook leaned over and whispered hotly in your ear.

“Such a naughty girl, you don’t want to get caught do you? But it feels so good, doesn’t it? My fingers deep in your soaking pussy. You act so innocent, I knew you’d be a dirty girl for me.” he purred quietly, so only you could hear.

“Jungkook,” you gasped quietly, warning him that your orgasm was quickly approaching.

“Let it go baby, but be quiet.”

He smirked, quickening the pace of his fingers. You covered your head with your arms, biting down on one to stifle the loud moan that left your lips as you rode out your high on Jungkook’ fingers, shaking from the explosion deep inside your core.

“Y/N?” your mom questioned.

“I think it’s a stress headache,” you croaked out. “Maybe I should go lay down. I’ll walk Jungkook out.”

“Okay honey, feel better. Nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

“Pleasure was mine.”

“Come again soon,” she told him and he just smirked at you.

“I will.”

Once you got outside, you hit his arm.

“You’re such an asshole!” you hissed.

“You loved it.,” he laughed.

You tugged on his shirt and he stepped closer to you.

“There’s more where that came from baby girl. I’m gonna show you how good I can make you feel,” he growled “if your parents weren’t watching us from the window, I’d kiss you.”

“Now you’re scared?” you scoffed.

His eyes darkened and he pulled you against him roughly, kissing you hard and fast, making you dizzy. His tongue battled yours and his hands gripped your sides, grinding you into him. It was like a grenade had exploded in your mind, almost as good as the orgasm. He pulled away and licked his lips suggestively.

“I’m not afraid of anything, baby,” he winked, jumping on his bike and riding away.

Over the course of the next few weeks, all you could think about was Jungkook. Jungkook’s lips on yours, his fingers, daydreaming about other areas of his anatomy… All you wanted to do was to see how he could keep his word but he had other ideas. He loved to rile you up, then leave you wanting more, saying “it will be worth the wait baby.” Jungkook would sneak up behind you in the hallway, covering your eyes, whispering in your ear with that husky voice “guess who?” and you like to tease him too.

“Tae?” You pretend- guessed.

Jungkook spun you around in a flash, pinning you against your locker, capturing your lips in a hot, jealous kiss.

“Does Tae kiss you like that?” Jungkook growled.

“Well now that you mention it…”

“Oh you’re so in for it,” his fingers dug into your side and you let out a shriek as he tickled you.

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” You screamed, laughing.

“That’s right baby, scream my name. Just how I like it, ” he joked, pulling you into a seemingly innocent hug, if it weren’t for his hot breath murmuring dirty things in your ear.

You went weak against him and he pressed his hard on into your hips, to help keep you up and also to tease you. You whimpered like an injured puppy, grinding against him, but he pulled away.

“Mmm… so hot for me baby,” he cooed, “maybe if you behaved and didn’t tease me, I wouldn’t have to tease you.“

“I’ll stop I swear,” You promised.

He grabbed your ass, pulling you in for a fast kiss. The warning bell rang and he took your hand innocently, walking you to class. This hot and cold had shivers running down your spine. He kissed your forehead and went to his own class.

Later, as you cuddled in his bed, you finally broke.

“Babe, you’ve been teasing me for weeks. I want you,” you whined.

“Okay.”

“Really? Okay?” you gasped.

“Yeah, but I want you to beg for it. Beg for me,” he smirked, “tell me how badly you need my big, thick cock in your little wet pussy. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

His eyes were dark and dangerous and you were already dripping as you sat up on your knees, looking up at him.

“Jungkook, please,” you begged, too desperate to be embarrassed, “Please I need you inside me right now. I need to feel your hands on me. I can’t stop thinking about how good your fingers felt inside me. You’re all I think about, I’m going insane. Fuck, please.”

“Mmm.. that’s it baby girl. You want me to make you feel good?” he purred.

“Yes, please. Fuck Jungkook, I’m literally begging you. I’ll do anything,” you whimpered.

“Anything?”

“Literally anything. I need you that badly.”

“Strip,” He instructed, standing up and walking over to his closet and pulling something out.

You did as told without hesitation. Some might call you whipped, but it was more like sexual desperation. You’d been allowed to have a sample, but you needed the real thing. You’d been teased and provoked for weeks, and you were ready to burst.

“Lay back, baby,” He said softly, and you did.

He pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, smirking at you.

“Are you ready?”

Your eyes went wide and you nodded, moving your hands up to the headboard so he could cuff them.

“Now, this is going to be different, but I want you to stop thinking so much and just feel what I’m doing to you. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” you breathed out in excitement .

He pulled out a large bandana, covering your eyes with it and securing it around your head. You couldn’t even see any light filtering in through the fabric, it was just darkness. You heard Jungkook’ belt buckle and assumed he was undressing. You felt his body hovering over yours.

“Mmm… you look so fucking good all tied up and ready for me. I’m going to make you feel so amazing baby girl,” he licked a stripe from the sensitive space below your ear down to your collarbone, nibbling gently.

You felt something soft tickle your breasts, causing your nipples to perk up. The strange soft object was ghosted across your alert nipples and you bit your lip and shivered.

“Do you trust me to take care of you?”

You didn’t skip a beat, “yes.”

“Good girl.”

Everywhere the soft tickling sensation went, Jungkook lips followed close behind. He sucked on your breasts, teeth gently tugging on your erect nipples. You groaned quietly. His wet mouth on your sensitive skin was almost too much. He licked a bold line across them, blowing cold air on the wet skin, and you shook in anticipation. Jungkook treated your body like a temple, worshipping every inch of your skin, telling you how flawless you were, how much he craved you. His mouth slowly, tantalizingly slowly, worked its way down your body, leaving little love bites, kissing and licking and teasing. You felt the soft tickle on your heat, so ready for his mouth to follow, but it didn’t. He teased your slit with the soft touches and kissed your mouth tenderly.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look, all open and ready for me. You’re a fucking goddess, y/n. I bet you taste so good, so sweet,” he told you, nibbling on your bottom lip.

Your mouth fell open in awe at how his words affected you, how even a simple kiss had you writhing, how not being able to see made everything so much more intense, or maybe it was just Jungkook. Jungkook’s mouth left yours, and you missed his body heat pressed against yours until you felt him press soft kisses at your entrance. Finally, he was where you needed him. His tongue darted out unexpectedly, licking and swirling against your sensitive clit. You moaned quietly. His fingers snaked their way into your dripping core, curling just right, just like they had that night at dinner, only better.

You arched your back off the bed, trying to handle your fingers in his hair, but your movements were halted by the cuffs. Jungkook fingered you quickly, pumping in and out hard and fast, but his tongue danced slowly on your little nub, the different tempos making your head spin. You were already close, his magic fingers working inside you, his delicious tongue bringing you so close to the edge. Your high crashed over you and your breath hitched, you couldn’t even make sound, just sucked in your breath as the most amazing feeling washed over you.

Jungkook continued working on your pussy until he knew your high had come back down. Your breathing was labored and he grinned, loving what he could do to you. You felt completely spent, and you thought that was the end of it, until you heard a foil wrapper being opened. You weren’t sure if you could handle anything else with how sensitive your clit felt, but you sure as hell weren’t going to pass up this opportunity. Jungkook lined himself up at your sensitive, dripping entrance. He reached up and took off your blindfold, and the first thing you saw was his gorgeous face smiling down at you, meeting your eyes.

“I wanted to be able to see your eyes for this part.” He told you, leaning down to kiss you gently, slowly sliding inside of you.

You gasped, feeling over sensitive and wanting more at the same time. Jungkook moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, then he started going faster. The faster Jungkook snapped his hips, the louder you moaned, Jungkook encouraging you obviously.

“That’s it baby, let it out, I want the neighbors to know who’s making you feel this good.”

“Fuck, Jungkook, oh…” you nearly screamed “faster please please please.”

Jungkook pumped in and out of you faster, rougher, causing the headboard to smack against the wall with a loud thud each time. Your whole body rocked along with the force of his thrusts, and you thought you might actually faint. You were flying, soaring, floating, you couldn’t describe it. You were in another world with Jungkook deep inside you, filling an empty space inside you that you didn’t even know existed. It was like you were incomplete until this moment, and Jungkook became a part of you, closing the gap. Your high was coming again, even more intense than the last. You could barely breathe, you couldn’t even get his name out of your mouth to warn him, you couldn’t do anything but feel the ridiculous ecstasy, bliss, delicious feeling that swallowed you whole.

You screamed out, the most intense orgasm of your life surrounding you in immeasurable pleasure. Jungkook came soon after, and slowed his pace after riding out your highs together. He collapsed next to you, breathing as ragged as your own. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak for a moment. You glanced over at him, looking like a snack- no, a five course meal- skin shimmering with sweat. He was perfection and you couldn’t believe he was really here, that you’d really just had sex with him. But it had been more than sex, it was hot and sensual and overwhelming and erotic but it was also two souls intertwining, like coming home after being gone for so long. It was like you belonged there with Jungkook, and you were finally where you were meant to be.

“Jungkook?” You asked breathlessly.

“Hmm?” He looked at you, worn and sleepy.

“You’re fucking amazing.”

“Fucked you that good?” he laughed.

“Gosh yes, but like… all of you. You’re an amazing person. I’m really glad I met you.”

He gathered you up in his arms, kissing the top of your head and holding you close.

“I’m glad I met you too, y/n. You’re incredible,” he cooed.

You didn’t even try to get up for hours, you knew your legs wouldn’t work after the pounding you’d just had, but you didn’t want to move anyway. The only place you wanted to be was wrapped up in Jungkook’ arms, where you were safe and cherished and not afraid of anything.

#dom jungkook #bts #bts smut #jungkook #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook smut #college au #jeongguk #jeon jeongguk #guk #kook #kookie #jk #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you

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cheri-translates · 3 years ago

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[CN] Lunar New Year Wishes from Ajie (Pt 2)

Part 1: here

Ajie: Does the STF have any internal broadcasting stations or things like that? For instance, things that broadcast information to the public? I might as well be a host.

Interviewer: Please use three words with the word “虎” (“tiger”) to describe Gavin. Of course, you can use homonyms. They don’t necessarily have to contain the word “虎”.

Ajie: Errrr. Gavin. Tiger. To describe him. Tiger. Why do I think about “strong and good-natured little boy” (虎头虎脑)? I’m just kidding. But this counts as one, doesn’t it?

Ajie: Formidable (虎虎生风 ).

Ajie: He has never used his connections to intimidate or exploit others (狐假虎威).

Ajie: I can use homonyms, right? Well... he’ll protect you forever (永远守护).

Ajie: Okay, I'm writing the last word.

Interviewer: Teacher Ajie, please use a word to summarise your relationship with Gavin.

Ajie: Our relationship? Actually, after recording with him for so many years... I guess people might say that we’re like good friends. But as someone from Beijing, which word would make us sound closer? I think Gavin’s like a bro. A good bro.

Words on the screen: Long live the good bros!

Ajie: [writes slowly]

Ajie: Okay, I’m done! Whether this works or not, this is it. I think it reveals my incompetence. It’s really embarrassing. Let me show everyone the first line of the couplet.

Ajie: [reading couplet aloud] “The tiger leaps and the dragon soars, bringing forth a propitious omen.” Okay, I’ll put it here for now.

Ajie: What comes next is... “Favourable weather and a prosperous year.”

Ajie: Lastly, the horizontal scroll. “The country prospers and the people live in peace.”

[ Segment 3: Food ]

Interviewer: Teacher Ajie, thank you for the grand gift that you prepared for the Producers.

Ajie: No problem, no problem.

Interviewer: We’ve also prepared a surprise for Teacher Ajie.

Ajie: Yes, I can see it.

Interviewer: New Year cake symbolises reunions and yearly progress. May Ajie experience a better year than the one from before.

Ajie: Thank you, thank you, thank you everyone. That’s an incredibly, incredibly good symbolism. Actually, I’m aware that this is a snack from Shanghai. It’s called Tiao Tou Gao. But there’s no harm in calling it a New Year cake for now. It is a type of New Year cake. It’s really, really good. I can see very fragrant osmanthus flowers on top of it. I smelt the fragrance earlier. I’ll try one. [ASMR-worthy munching]

Words on the screen: May Teacher Ajie have a year better than the last!

Ajie: [more ASMR-worthy munching] Mm, delicious.

[ Segment 4: Well-Wishes from Ajie ]

I wish everyone a Happy New Year.

Here’s wishing all the Producers even more wonderful experiences in this new year.

With Gavin around, he’ll definitely help everyone overcome hardships and make a headwind flight.

At the same time, don’t treat your stomach badly in this new year.

It’s okay, eat a little more.

Leave the heaty food to Gavin, and he’ll digest them for you.

Okay, Happy New Year!

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc gavin

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thestarsanctuary · 4 years ago

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Gotta support my fellow melanin babes 😎✨

I was thinking Mello, L, and Matsuda with a punk gn!black S/O who tries to introduce them to their music and general way of life? 👀

DEATH NOTE BOYS WITH A PUNK! BLACK S/O

Pronouns- just you, you, and you.

MELLO

When Mello first saw you he was intrigued. He knew what punk was obviously but actually seeing someone who was punk in person was a different story. The way you carried yourself with confidence and with your individuality oozing off of you, he was a bit smitten. So he asked you out. In the long route even if you said no- he was going to ask again anyways.

After dating for sometime you thought it would be good to reallt explain to him how you were and what it truly meant. What you were for. And you were for non-conformity. You were more politically active than most and constantly stated your disagreements with media and politics today, and even with Mello basically just staring at you- there was no embarrassment or shyness in your tone. You meant what you were saying.

Over time, Mello began to slowly absorb you and your views. ‘Anti-whatever sort of system we live in’ was what he chanted after you had gone on rants about what you believed was truly right in such a system, and it was so adorable because he truly thought that was impactful. So adorable in fact that everytime he said it you stopped everything to coddle him and embrace him. And every time, you were being fooled because he did it on purpose. 1 - Mello, 0 - You.

Now your music was not something that was hard for him to get into. He enjoys seeing you headbang or move in such ways to. Maybe you were playing classic Green Day, Circle Jerks, Misfits, whatever it was there was always something that stuck with him. He enjoyed the emotion involved- he could feel angry or frustrated or just motivated in general through the music.

Sometimes he saw you checking and would honestly be so zoned out watching you. Whether your hair was in locs. Shaved on the sides, or completely shaved off there was something about watching you and your focus on your appearance. He understood that being punk wasn’t just black clothes or objecting any modern rule, of course not. It was a way to reject the political as well as social norms of the world. And Mello loves attention and standing out so he actually started buying clothes like yours too!! He’s not completely punk but he likes trying for you.

L is a complicated soul he is. When he first saw you he was honestly confused. Why did you look like that- were you angry? Why were you so stone-faced. And to be honest, it was a little scary to him. Once you noticed him you walked over and for a second he thought you were going to scold him but instead you smiled and held out your hand. “Y/n.” You said, and he felt his heart beat a bit faster. Let’s not focus on that though.

You began dating quite fast as he felt no reason to wait. So when you began dating is when he began asking his questions about why you dress like that and why tou style your hair in that way, and you had given him the simple answer.

“I’m punk.”

“....what is that.”

And it’s not that he’s dumb but he’s not all that impressive when it comes to subcultures. I mean he’s a detective- he doesn’t have to be. But since his s/o is one he’ll take it upon himself to research and check his knowledge and make sure it is also the same case with you since he learned not all punk’s have some sort of consensus.

“So you are doing this to show that you go against the way things are now? Like a silent rebellion?”

“Sure yeah.”

It’s simple talks like those that happen all the time because he constantly wants to know more about you, despite being able to ask you himself, he likes surprising you with his knowledge. However he also knows that some things he has to get specifically from you since you’re black and most punk represented in the media is classically white people- he wants to understand your perspective out of all this. Nobody else’s.

When you start playing your music he kind of shuts down? He just stares at you because he’s not too sure if he likes the music or not but he soon warms up to it. He enjoys The Clash the most, he likes most of what yoy play though.

When you talk to him about politics and your beliefs he tries to listen and tie it to his understanding of being punk as well but sometimes he can’t tell if it’s something you believe or it’s a common punk belief, not that it matters, but still.

Overall this is a learning experience he doesn’t mind learning for you. It doesn’t even affect him in a negative way so he has no reason to be against it I mean, he can still kiss you and feed you cake after work so what is the problem?

MATSUDA

Matsuda is just chilling dawg. When he sees you he is a bit flustered, he can’t lie. But he doesn’t mind it, he almost embraces it. Your whole vibe attracted him from the beginning and that was surprising because he usually wouldn’t go for punk people (he hadn’t even seen many in general if at all)

He does get the courage to ask you out after staring at you for lord knows how long, and he’s almost embarrassed at how you just smile so sweetly at him. He totally misjudged your character. Even if it wasn’t on purpose he did subconsciously think you would have a more dominant personality, but that part only truly came out when talking about what you stood for as a punk black individual. Which you did quite often.

Listen- he doesn’t mean to but when you talk about that stuff all he can think about is how attractive you are. Your face, your outfits, your stature itself was so inviting. So he DOES just start kissing you and hugging you- what about it? Not like you mind, in fact you invite it everytime, but it is kind of weird how everytime it happens this is always how it ends.

When you start bringing up trying to introduce him to what it is that you are, it isn’t to convert him but he doesn’t seem to understand that. So be bites his lip and proceeds to say,

“Ah...sorry but um..I don’t think I am fit for that- not that it isn’t cool! You’re very cool and hot and I enjoy you a lot but...I don’t think it’s for me.” He stutters with a clear blush on his cheeks and you have to laugh.

“I just wanted to show you Suda I promise.” You say and he quickly relaxes his shoulders from their hunched up position.

Matsuda is not made for punk music and it’s almost funny. He tried it- he really did. He sat there and listened for an hour but he just couldn’t get into it the way you did, and it was something you expected but that didn’t mean it wasn’t any less cute to watch him try and pretend he enjoyed it with his awkward headbops.

When you talk about politics or the current state of the world and your views it’s very little that he shares his opinions because he cannot seem to want to. I mean there you are- pouring your heart and soul into this topic- especially highlighting how frustrating it is that there is barely any black-punk rep in te media, and he give you a two sentence “I agree” response. It is never happening again is what he vowed and he kept that promise.

All in all, he loves you. He loves your appearence, the way you hold yourself, your intellence, your music, everything. How could he not? There’s no question that no matter what you tell him, he’ll listen with heart eyes and remember it 10 years later, he loves you all the much.

FIN.

Wheeewwww this was a trip and I don’t know why, anyways thank you for supporting me and I am so sorry for the wait bc you were probably waiting FOREVER- anyway I tried my best with the punk concept but it seems that there is no common consensus? So this was very vague sorry :( but thank you for requesting!!

- SS <3

#death note x reader #death note #l x reader #l x you #l x y/n #mello x you #mello x reader #matsuda x reader #l lawliet #light yagami #matsuda #touta matsuda #mello death note #mello

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thescreamingraven · 4 years ago

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Promise 3

Dabi x reader

Genre/warnings: Fluff and angst, mentions of injury, swearing.

Words: 7 510

Summary: Trying to fix what’s broken is not always easy.

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Hey, hey, so sorry this took so long I had a bit of a writers block but here it is, I’m thinking of doing part four soon. I think this turned out pretty well tho.

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It was already quite dark outside, bright street lights added to the scenery as small snowflakes began to slowly decorate the sidewalks. Inside the cozy home, the smell of deliciously cooked food still lingered. It would’ve been a peaceful night if it weren’t for your loudly pouting son, who refused to listen to you.

“Enji told me I’m strong enough to come…” your son pestered you.

You put back one plate in the sink, looking down at the boy in front of you if you could call him that… he was soon going to be fourteen and in agreement with Endeavor will be starting U.A in only a couple of weeks. He was so eager to get into action that he wouldn’t stop pestering about letting him start patrols early.

You saw Hawks walking out of the bathroom with his hero suit on.

“Give the kid a chance Y/n, it’s not like he will be doing it alone.” he chirped.

“See, even Hawks agrees with me.”

You crossed your arms, and leaned on the kitchen counter, giving Hawks a death stare, which he tried to soften up with his casual smirk.

“It could be an early birthday present?” Your son suggested.

You sighed and let your hands fall in defeat, his puppy eyes taking a toll on you.

“Be back by midnight or you’re grounded.”

You could see his face light up with joy as he gave you the tightest hug imaginable.

You gave him an encouraging smile, before gesturing him to go get ready, as he was rushing to his room you shouted. “Don’t forget your jacket angel, it’s quite chilly tonight.”

“He’s grown up so fast…” Hawks walked closer to you and leaned on the counter.

“That he did…” you smiled before looking back at him. “Are you sure it’s safe? Criminal activity has skyrocketed recently and-”

“He’ll be fine, we won’t let anything happen to him… promise.” He gave your hand a light squeeze.

You both stayed silent for a moment before Hawks spoke yet again.

“So… when are we going to tell him?”

Your smile slowly faded away as you slipped your hand away from Hawks.

“Soon…”

“You’ve been saying that for almost 5 months now-”

Hawks was interrupted by an opening door from your son’s room as he quickly rushed back to the kitchen.

“Sorry to keep you waiting Hawks, you ready to go?”

Hawks concerned look was replaced by his usual wit and charm as he yammered.

“Always ready for you, kid.” He turned back to you. “We’re heading out.”

You nodded, saying a quick goodbye and getting back to the dishes you were doing.

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Hawks quietly closed the front door and caught up to S/n, who was casually standing near the sidewalk. “Ready to fight crime?” Hawks asked as he approached him.

“Hell yeah I am, I still can’t believe she allowed me to go.”

“Your mom’s just worried about you, kid.”

“I know, but she can be a bit overbearing sometimes… I’m not five years old anymore, I can fight now…”

“It’s better to have that kind of parent than none at all.” Hawks murmured.

“I know.”

“Anyway… ready to go?”

“Hell yeah.” your son grinned.

“I like your enthusiasm, kid.”

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It’s been fourteen years since that day….

You were sitting on a nearby chair near the receptionist, patiently waiting for Endeavor to arrive with your daughter. You thought about your conversation with Dabi and silently prayed that he would only make the right choice. Your thoughts were interrupted by your daughter’s excited screams as she dragged the tall figure across the hall.

She let go of Endeavor’s hand when she saw you and leaped into your arms with a huge grin on her face.

“Mommy, daddy’s not asleep anymore.”

You gently brushed strands of hair from her face, softly purring.“I know angel… and he can’t wait to see you.”

You looked up at Endeavor.

“Will you-”

“I think I’d be better if I stayed back for a bit…. I don’t want Tou—Dabi to get the wrong idea.”

You gave him a nod, setting your daughter down on the ground, taking her hand in yours as you took a deep breath before opening the door. Your eyes wandered to the bed Dabi was lying in moments ago, but yet you found nothing.

Your daughter stood there confused, tugging on your hand and asking for her father.

Endeavor saw the way you froze and came to investigate, when he saw the bed empty he called the nurses to ask if they’d seen him leave. But you assured him you were sitting near the door the whole time and didn’t see him leave, the window wasn’t open either.

You walked over to the nearby stand and found a brief note with only two words on it.

I’m sorry.

Ever since that day, your daughter changed. She became closed off and cold, whenever you tried talking about her father you were met with silence until one day you mentioned his name, and she responded with a shocking answer.

“Dabi… who’s that?”

The doctors said it was something called dissociative amnesia, and that’s why she couldn’t remember her father, her brain blocked him out, it being a traumatic event. You were scared that she may forget everything else, but the doctor quickly calmed you down.

After her amnesia started she became her old self again, the same warm, hopeful person you once knew. She never asked for her father’s whereabouts, she just enjoyed life, spending the days with Endeavor, completely forgetting about her father's quirk.

Endeavor had suggested for her to become a hero like him, but your daughter just brushed it off. Instead, your daughter left the country to follow her dreams, she got into a good college and made her own life… she even met someone special...

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After you had your son, life became a bit more complicated, him being born with your quirk and having the number one pro hero as his grandfather really boosted his confidence; he began to train in secret when he was only seven years old, but it didn’t stay hidden for long. At first, you were a bit skeptical about the thought of him becoming a hero... but when you saw how your son’s face lit up when Endeavor suggested training him, well how could you say no?

Your son hated Dabi, ever since he first saw one of his victims appear on the news he vowed to himself to at least destroy him if not all villains.

So when he asked about his dad…it got a little awkward, you would brush it off saying you’d explain it to him when he’s older. After a few years, he just gave up accepting the fact that he didn’t have a father… well, not a biological one.

Ever since Dabi left, Hawks stayed glued to your side like a magnet, attending to your every need and satisfying your every craving. He even took some time off work, of the last few weeks of your pregnancy, whenever you would ask him about his generosity he would just brush it off with “I guess it’s my bird instincts” But you knew it was something deeper than that, he never had a normal family before maybe this was his way of establishing one.

When your son was born, Hawks didn’t leave his side, you didn’t know why he did what he did, taking the father role in his life as he did, he was there when he said his first words and took his first steps. He used to get up in the night to feed him and babysat him while you worked. While his actual father was doing god knows what... you tried calling him and texting him several times yet to no avail. Endeavor suggested to go out and find him, yet you declined the offer. If a villain is what he wanted to be, then so be it.

You were furious at him for being such a stubborn person that he was, if only he would’ve stayed and actually solved the problems together rather than taking them on himself… maybe things would’ve been different...

Your thoughts were interrupted by a notification from your phone, you stood up from the couch and walked over to it and were met by a concerning message from Hawks.

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Hawks and S/n were walking through an empty valley, dim street lights barely lighting up their path.

“So… this is patrolling, huh.”

“You don’t sound very excited, what... is this too boring for you?” Hawks leered.

“I just thought there would be more action is all.”

“The league has been really quiet recently, they’re probably planning something big.” Hawks stated before he caught a glimpse of curiosity from the boy beside him. “Don’t look at me like that…if your mother learned that I put you in danger in any way, she would make me a flightless chicken with that death stare of hers.”

“You’re such a sap, ya know.” S/n chuckled.

“Sorry?”

“Y/n this, Y/n that… just go kiss her already.”

“I don’t think you understand how relationships work.” Hawks scratched his head nervously.

“You’ve been doing this for years, Hawky it’s time to make a move.”

Hawks coughed, speeding up his pace, trying to hide the embarrassment so clearly written all over his face.

“Is it because of him?” S/n wondered, catching up.

“Him?”

“My dear old dad… you shouldn’t be discouraged, he’s probably dead, anyway.”

“Wh—why do you think so?”

“Well, I assume since neither one of you are telling me about him.”

“He’s—it’s complicated-”

“And we’ll tell you when you’re older, right, right. I know the poem.” S/n mocked.

“But isn’t it the perfect reason to confess soon? If the guy is still alive, who knows she might get back with him… so you should make a move while she’s still single.”

“Ya know, when I thought about what I’d be doing with my life, I certainly did not imagine getting dating advice from a kid. Have you ever even seen a girl?” Hawks teased.

“Of course I have, you ass…”

Both of them walked in silence for a while, before S/n mumbled. “I think you’d make her really happy… and I-” Hawks saw the way S/n hesitated before continuing. “I wouldn’t mind having you for a father.” he quickly added.

“If you tell anyone I said that I’ll make sure you suffer a worse fate than being a flightless chicken.”

“Kid I-”

Hawks stopped himself from speaking any further when he heard a noise coming from behind them. He turned around shushing S/n and trying to listen in to the noise, which now became clearer...

At least 10 figures appeared from the shadow covered corners surrounding the two of them.

Hawks stepped closer to S/n, pulling him against himself, and mumbled.

“Stay close kid.”

The pursuiters stayed quiet, letting out a few maniacal laughs.

“Why are we not attacking?” S/n whispered, his question being ignored by the hero as he scanned the situation thoroughly.

Suddenly another shadowy figure appeared, yet this one was a bit taller and muscular than the others.

“Well, colour me impressed, here I thought you were dead already.” Hawks remarked as the figure slowly stepped into the light.

S/n froze upon seeing the scared men clearer, he looked even more monstrous in person.

“The league wants to have a word,” Dabi spoke, looking at Hawks who was trying to keep S/n from his piercing eyes.

“They always do, sadly I don’t have time for a tea party at the moment… how does next Tuesday sound?”

Dabi only rolled his eyes and gestured to the goons. “Get the bird, I don’t care what you do with the kid.”

The ten figures let out several chuckles before slowly beginning to walk closer.

“It seems it’s your lucky day, kid. I’ll take the right side and you take the left.”

“This will be fun.” S/n grinned.

It all happened very quickly, the five figures on the left attacked S/n. He could tell they were inexperienced, so it didn’t take that long for him to defeat them, yet Hawks had a more tough time fighting, trying to dodge Dabis attacks which were thrown randomly for his amusement, no less.

Yet he wasn’t careful enough, one single slip up, caused Hawks to lose balance as he tripped and landed near S/n. He tried to get up again, but his muscles weren’t complying. He looked back up to Dabi who’s blue fire seemed to get uncomfortably closer by the second. He closed his eyes, shielding himself with his wings for the upcoming attack…. And yet nothing came, he quickly let his wings fall onto the ground and saw S/n standing before him with his arm raised, fresh steam coming from it, his hand burnt, now purplish and Dabi standing there frozen.

Dabi let his flames dive down, slowly walking forwards.

“You’re-” S/n mumbling was interrupted by sharp, throbbing in his hand, he fell to the ground screaming in pain as Hawks rushed to his side.

Endeavor must have heard the commotion as S/n could hear his voice in the distance yelling something he couldn’t comprehend. He saw Dabis eyes hesitate before he slowly backed away, back into the shadows he came from; he saw Hawks who was shouting for Endeavor to hurry and restrain the remaining goons and he slowly fell into darkness.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

The two heroes quietly sat in the waiting room, anxiously looking at the staff that were passing by, before a familiar voice casually spoke. “He’ll be fine mister Endeavor, whatever caused his hand to burn up like that did some serious damage but with some stitches, we were able to fix it.”

“Thank you, doc we appreciate it.” Hawks sighed. “Could we… see him now?”

The doctor gave them a quick nod before walking away, both of them followed close behind as Hawks tried to calm down his shaking heart.

They walked over to one of the rooms on the right wing before the doctors opened the door.

“He should be awake soon, and whatever you have the time, there are some forms that I need you to sign.”

“That’s fine, just give us a minute?” Hawks asked, walking over to the boy’s side.

The doctor mumbled something under their breath before walking out.

Hawks scanned the boy’s hand, which was now heavily bandaged. “Y/n is going to kill us.” he looked back at Endeavor. “Did you call her already?”

“No… not yet.”

“Good, let’s… just wait a little while longer…”

Both were quiet for a moment before Hawks mustered up the courage to ask.“Do you think he knows…?”

“I’m sure he does, it isn’t that difficult to figure it out.”

“So what do we do about him ? If he tells the league-”

“He won’t, you and I both know that.” Endeavor cut him off.

“We don't, he isn’t a very predictable person Enji and even if he doesn’t, those goons of his will. Didn’t you tell me one got away?”

“Yeah… I’ll take care of it, in the meantime...I think we should postpone his U.A training…”

Hawks looked down on S/n unconscious body remembering the endless tiring training sessions the two of them had.

“There has to be another way… he worked so hard for it, maybe we can take certain precautions-”

“We’ll talk about this at home… I better go and tell Y/n,” Endeavor declared, pulling out his phone.

“I’ll do it, you’re not exactly too subtle with words, you stay here.” Hawks stood up from his seat, pulling his phone out of his pocket, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Endeavor sat there quietly, thoughts racing of what he should do, a thought of moving you two out even further away from the city flashed his mind, but he quickly shook it off. When he lifted his gaze from the ground he saw S/n laying awake, examining his hand.

“It’s good to have you back, son… how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine… can we go home?” He asked with a gloomy sigh.

“I don’t think that’s…”

The door suddenly opened, revealing a slightly irritated Hawks, with the doctor following behind him.

“He’s all free to go if he wishes, just try to be careful with that hand of yours… it will sting for a while…”

“Thank you, doc.” Hawks asserted. “What would we do without you?”

“Do you seriously want me to answer that?”

Hawks chuckled, walking over to S/n bed and giving him an apologetic smile.

“Ready to go home, champ?”

≿————-　❈　————-≾

You sat patiently waiting on the couch as the door finally opened and your son walked in holding his bandaged hand. You rushed to his side, pulling him into your arms, trying not to squeeze too hard. “S/n… are you okay? Does your hand hurt?”

“How… how could you keep this away from me….” he mumbled, pulling back.

“Kid-” Hawks tried putting a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

“Don’t touch me, don’t you fucking touch me.” your son choked.

“Angel...”

“Shut up, you’re no better.” he snapped. “I need an honest answer and you’re going to give me one.”

“Is he—Is that sociopath, murderous bastard, really my father?”

You and Hawks looked at each other before murmuring “I… yes he is....look I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I just-”

“We didn’t want you to overreact,” Hawks added.

“Oh… oh… you thought I would overreact? Yeah, okay, so instead of just straight up saying hey you have a sociopath for a father, you hide and keep it a secret from me. Well, you got your overreaction, I hope you’re happy, bursting with fucking joy no doubt.” S/n mocked.

“So for how long were you planning to keep this to your deary selves?”

“We-”

Endeavor finally decided to join in the conversation.

“As long as we had to… if the public found out--if the league found out you’d not be only putting all of us in danger but yourself as well. The league could use you as their trumpet card.”

Your son stood silent for a minute, thinking if he should continue to stand his ground or walk away, he decided he needed to cool off first before continuing this conversation and walked away, shutting himself in his room with a loud slam.

“I need to go talk to him…”

“No, what you need to do is give him some space… he’s confused and hurt, adding more fuel to the fire won’t make it go out faster.” Hawks reassured you, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and leading you into the kitchen.“Let’s sit down and I’ll make you some tea, alright? Enji do you want some?”

“Can’t... I need to go to my agency, explain what happened and all.”

“I… alright try not to take too long.”

Endeavor only hummed before walking back to the entrance.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

“I’m sorry…” Hawks said with a sense of guilt.”I should’ve listened to you. I feel like such an asshole for convincing you to let me bring him along.”

“You’re not the one to blame, I should have told him sooner.” you stammered.“What if he never forgives us… what will we do… I’m so scared Keigo… I-”

He pulled another kitchen chair beside yours, wrapping his wings around and holding you close. “He will... just give the kid some time.”

“How can you say that so confidently, look at Endeavor, and… he never forgave him.”

“Different situation.” Hawks assured. “What’s the saying? Time heals all wounds.”

You hugged him tighter and mumbled into his shoulder. “How did—how did he look?”

Hawks sighed. “He hasn’t changed much… maybe a bit more scarred.”

“I see… did he… you know...”

“No, he didn’t say much.”

“Why was he even there? You told me that area was secure.”

“The league really wanted to have a word, whatever that means.”

You pulled away from his warm comforting embrace and cupped his cheek

“I’m… I’m glad that you’re okay, you are okay, right?”

“Yeah, a few cuts and bruises here and there but I’m fine… I should probably go clean up now that you mention it, don’t want them to get infected.”

“I’ll help,” you muttered.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

When S/n slammed his door, he immediately fell against it. He sat there, his hands on his knees, staring at the mirror in front of him, his mind racing empty but at the same time full of thoughts.

He sat there for a long time, listening in on your conversation with Hawks. He sighed, finally getting up, and walked up to the mirror. Standing there, he looked over his features. He looked at his face and couldn’t help but finally see how similar the two of them actually were; he remembered Dabi's sharp eyes smiling at the amusement of Hawks struggle... how did he not see it sooner . He looked down at his hands, flashbacks coming back, the blue flame consuming it, consuming him.

You’re just like him.

How could you ever be a hero?

Murderer…

Monster….

His mind raced to every possible possibility of his future, is he destined to become like him?

It’s in your blood…

That will be you someday, and everyone will hate you.

Your family hates you, that’s why they lied.

They fear you...

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud shattering noise, as he looked up, he saw his fist covered in blood, the mirror shattered, shards all scattered around the room. But yet there was still one small piece hanging up. He looked at it, and when he did, he didn’t see himself; he saw a broken, battered figure that so clearly resembled him.

S/n stumbled back, his breathing becoming quicker and quicker. He reached for his phone that was laying next to him on the ground and tried calling the only person he thought could help. It was already almost two am, so he could only pray to get a response in return.

After a few tries, the person finally picked up, with a sleepy undertone in his voice.

“Hello?”

≿————-　❈　————-≾

S/n walked through an almost empty street when the playground finally came into view. On the swings sat a slouched figure, slowly rocking back and forth, his head was fixated on the ground, as he tried to push the sleepiness away.

The figure’s gaze quickly left the ground as he heard someone's footsteps approach his direction. He gave S/n a small wave and gestured for him to take a seat at the swing next to him, and so he did.

“I’m sorry I called so late…” S/n mumbled.

Shoto looked over at the kid, who was tapping his boots nervously. His eyes quickly made their way to the freshly bandaged hand.

“It is quite alright, you didn’t sound good on the phone… Did something happen?”

S/n shook his head as he stayed quiet, trying to muster and find the right words to say.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

“And done…” you chirped, gesturing Hawks to stand up from the chair.

“Thanks… see I told you it wasn’t that bad,” he replied, putting his shirt back on.

“Yeah…”

You put away the bloodied towel and looked back in the direction of your son’s room.

Hawk’s eyes softened as he approached you. “I’ll go check on him, okay?”

Your eyes snapped back to Hawks as you let out a sigh.

“I’d appreciate it,” you muttered.

Hawks mustered a smile as he stood up and gave you a few pats on the head, before walking away and heading to your son’s room direction.

It was only but moments before he was standing at your son’s door, trying to listen in on any movements from his side. Not hearing a sound, he took a deep breath in and slowly turned the doorknob.

“S/n…”

He stopped, freezing up as he scanned the room. The window was open; the mirror laid shattered, shards scattered around everywhere, he saw S/n phone lying on the floor, and a few drops of blood on it.

“Y/n we have a problem, ” He yelled, running back to the kitchen to pick up his phone.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

S/n told Shoto everything that happened in great detail, trying to muster the strength against his bottled up emotions. After the whole story was told, the both of them remained silent, before Shoto finally spoke.

“I know how you feel.” he trailed off. “I’m sorry this happened to you S/n… But you have nothing to fear, the two of you are nothing alike, you might have his quirk but you’re still your own person.”

S/n stayed quiet as he kept his eyes on the ground.

“You should go home now, the others might worry where you’ve gone.”

S/n sighed before, humming in agreement, he got up from the swing, stretching out his arms. He turned back to Shoto.

“Can you… not tell them that I was here?”

“I don’t think-” Shoto stood up and glanced at S/n who seemed exhausted from the evening’s events.“I… alright, let’s go I’ll walk you home.”

“Nah, It’s fine, it’s just 10 minutes away I’ll be fine,” S/n reassured.

“It’s still quite late. I don’t think that it would be safe to let you go home alone.”

“Oh cmon, I have a murderer’s quirk on my side, what can go wrong?”

“S/n…”

“I’m just joking Sho, trying to brighten the mood a bit, anyway I’ll be fine.”

Before Shoto could disagree, S/n was already walking away and waving him off.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

He walked on a nearly empty street, the cars around him rushing, while he kept his hooded head down on the road.. His mind became a little calmer, like an ocean after a storm everything was calming down. He was so focused on his thoughts that he didn’t notice a quiet figure following him like a cat. He stopped near a crosswalk, looking up and waiting for the light to change, before he suddenly got grabbed and pulled roughly, a hand covering his mouth, he didn’t have any time to respond, everything became fuzzy as he was fastly pulled into what looked like a portal and thrown out the other side.

He moved onwards before quickly getting up into his fighting stance, ready to use his quirk on whatever or whoever grabbed him. Yet he wasn’t met by his kidnapper, only by a white haired man, who had some sort of hand on his face. S/n stood there for a second, trying to figure out if he should make a run for it or attack.

The quiet man poured another glass of whiskey, lifting one of his fingers from it, careful not to dust it. After the glass was half full, he murmured something under his breath before taking off his mask and giving the kid a creepy grin.

“Come, take a seat…” the man gestured to a nearby bar stool.

“Who are you and what do you want?” S/n hesitantly asked while he looked around the room.

The man stopped his drink halfway to his mouth.

“Ah, where are my manners, I’m Shigaraki… and you are?”

“I’m-”

“I’m joking, I already know who you are, you’re Dabi's little creation…” Shigaraki grinned. “You know, as Endeavor's grandson, he didn’t do a good job of protecting you… I mean you were just wandering around like a lost puppy.”

Shigaraki once again gestured to the empty seat next to him.

“It’s not nice to reject a drink ya know.” Shigaraki looked at him, his grin slowly being replaced by a frown “Anyway, you must be thinking, why are you here? Well, I have a very appealing proposition for you, a deal of some sorts.”

“Let me guess, you want me to join your evil boy club, is that it?”

“Don’t call it that, ” Shigaraki snarled. “But yes, I want you to join the league ... now I can tell you’re hesitant, but think about it you’ll be accepted here.”

“Oh, really?”

“Why do you think they kept it away from you for so long?”

“How do-”

“They’re afraid of you like everyone else will be when they learn the truth…”

That will be you someday, and everyone will hate you.

“Shut up.” S/n hissed.

“What about your dear old dad? You wouldn’t want to disappoint him now would you?”

“He’s no father of mine.”

You’re just like him.

Shigaraki spun around on the chair, drink still in hand.

“You might deny it now, but you’ll be crawling back here in no time… it’s in your blood, the hero society is broken enough, help me make it better.”

It’s in your blood…

“Shut up.”

S/n wanted to walk away, he tried blocking out every word thrown his way, his eyes desperately looking for the exit, Shigaraki only stared at him, wondering what the kid will do next when the door of the hideout suddenly opened and an irritated Dabi walked in the room “Shiggy I’m back from-” he spotted his son in the room and immediately hissed. “Why is he here?”

“Oh, him? I just wanted to have a brief chat with the kid, welcome him into the family.” Shigaraki grinned, turning back to face the bar.

“I’m sure you did.” Dabi scoffed, making his way to S/n, grabbing him by the color and dragging him away while he struggled.

Before Dabi could open the door, he heard Shigaraki quietly mumble to him.

“Didn’t think you were so soft Dabi.”

Dabi rolled his eyes while his son kicked him and babbled. “Let go of me you freak.”

≿————-　❈　————-≾

Dabi followed S/n close behind, stealing glances at the unfamiliar place he was leading him to, before he suddenly stopped on some old bridge, not budging to go any further.

“Why did you stop?” Dabi asked, looking around at the old factory.

“I’m not going to show a villain where I live.” your son returned going near the rails and leaning on them. “So leave me the hell alone, alright?”

Dabi took a deep breath in, feeling slightly irritated, yet he couldn’t contain the drip of proudness rising in his chest, the kid might be stupid but at least you taught him well he thought. He approached S/n calmly, not trying to start a fight, as he could see the kid was on edge before he leaned against the rails next to him.

“Listen-”

“I don’t want to hear it…” S/n responded immediately.

A painfully awkward silence filled the air as the two stood under a poorly light street light looking at the slowly moving water.

“I hate you” S/n murmured.

“I know.”

“So that’s it? You won’t say anything else?”

“I don’t think it will change much even if I did,” Dabi said casually.“You look… a lot like Y/n… is she—how is she doing?” he added, gripping the railing a bit too tight for comfort.

“She’s doing good, a lot better without you no doubt.” your son smeared.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

Dabi's heart painfully ached, after so many years the memories of your warm touch still lingered in his mind. A few days later after he left the hospital he came back to your old burnt house, your future home as you used to call it, he walked around the ashed trying to calm down the stinging feeling in his chest, he could’ve gone back, hell part of him screamed and begged him to, but he was too much of a coward, running away seemed easier them facing his father and facing the reality of crimes he committed, going back to that house filled the shadows of the past. Part of him also knew that betraying the league never ended well for anyone, and no matter how far or how long he would run, they’d always catch up. So he decided to suffer in silence and finally do something else than be selfish with his life.

He walked around in ruins of what was once his home, spotting a cabinet that was badly burnt but still standing in what seemed to be your bedroom. He carefully opened it and shivered, looking at the slightly burnt photo. He recalled the event like it was yesterday; it was your daughter’s sixth Christmas; she was babbling and rambling all day, while you both tried putting up Christmas decorations, Christmas music played in the background and the smell of cookies filled your small little home. At the end of the day, you pestered him into taking a photo with the three of you. He so desperately wanted to disapprove but your daughter’s puppy eyes convinced him otherwise. You printed it out, and kept it close, calling it a good luck charm, and here it was still okay. Dabis hands trembled as he reached for it, carefully wiping the ashes from the photo, trying not to make it dirtier than it already was, and put it in his pocket, walking away with his lost treasure.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

“I’m glad,” he whispered, a sad smile plastered on his face, before looking back at his son. “Whatever you think of me, it wasn’t easy for me to just leave.”

“Mhm, right, because you care so much.”

“Watch it,” Dabi growled before softening up once more. “How’s… D/n?”

Your son froze, looking back at him before mouthing. “Wait… you’re her father too?”

Dabi didn’t say anything before pulling out and carefully showing him the photo.

S/n hesitantly took it and mouthed, looking over it. “Are you kidding me…?”

A revengeful thought came to him as he looked it over, still trying to comprehend it. He could see this little picture meant a lot to the poor villain who was carefully observing him, anytime S/n would move it, he could see him grow a bit on edge. Yet he took pity on the monster standing near him and shoved it back into his hand.

“Well, you can be happy then, she doesn’t remember you,” he murmured, returning his hand on the railing.

Dabi froze, giving him a doubting look.

“Yeah, she has some sort of traumatic amnesia or so I’ve heard.”

“Amnesia… what happened?”

“I don’t know I wasn’t told much,” S/n remarked. “But hey now you have one less burden to worry about, don’t want to mess up your future plan.”

“Is that why you think I left?” Dabi spoke, tightly gripping the photo which remained in his hand. “I did it to keep all of you safe and give you a good shot at life, not because you’re some burden.”

“No, you left because you’re a coward, stop trying to justify it with some sacrificial bullshit.”

“Listen here-”

≿————-　❈　————-≾

Hawks has been flying around the city for almost 2 hours now, frantically searching every nick and cranny he could think of, he felt like ripping his feathers out, how did he not pick up the mirror breaking, how could he let S/n leave, or worse, maybe he was taken?

So many thoughts were rushing through his head as he finally allowed himself to breathe. He landed on a nearby rooftop pulling out his phone with intention of calling Endeavor to report the update, before he spotted a familiar figure on a bridge near an old factory, the bridge was on the brink of collapsing so no one bothered to light it up properly. Two figures were standing under a badly cleaned street light, which now began to frantically flicker.

Hawks quickly dialed Endeavor, explaining his suspicion and telling his location. Endeavor asked him to wait, not knowing if it could be a trap, but Hawks with a foggy mind and his protective instincts didn’t listen, he murmured a simple “see ya soon” and hung up the phone. He looked back in the direction of the bridge and let himself glide off the rooftop.

Dabi stopped talking when he saw Hawks approach them, he only looked at S/n, stuffing the photo back into his pocket, and mumbled. “Looks like our time is up.” before S/n was fastly carried by Hawks feathers away from the dangerously close villain.

Hawks landed near S/n, surprising him as he frantically searched for any kind of injuries.

“You okay kid?” he looked back at Dabi with a nasty look. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

S/n pushed himself out of Hawks grasp. “I’m fine.”

Hawks looked at him with sadness and guilt in his eyes, which turned into fury and hatred when they fell on Dabi, who was now casually leaning on the bridge railing. Hawks pulled away from S/n and approached Dabi with a feather blade in hand and pointed it at his throat.

“Why did you take him?” Hawks barked, trying to search Dabi's cold demeanor for any kind of tricks.

“I didn’t take shit, he was the one that found me.”

Hawks looked back at S/n, who only looked away with guilt running across his face. Hawks gave him a disappointing glare before turning back at Dabi, who was unfaced with the deadly weapon pointed at his throat.

“I know what you’re trying to do.”

Dabi cocked his eyebrows. “Do you now?” he jeered.

“S/n doesn’t need a screw up like you for a father nor does he need your baggage, leave him be.”

“Playing the father role well I see,” Dabi responded ignoring Hawks’ sudden outburst.

“I couldn’t let a child be fathered by a scoundrel like you, now could I?”

How Dabi wanted to tear down the oversized chicken limb from limb, finally take his revenge for ruining his family, for taking you away from him. His hands were beginning to itch and beg him to give in to his little temptation. He looked past Hawks at his son, god he looked just like you , his mind replayed your voice trying to calm him down as the temptation quietly disappeared into a pile of mush.

Dabi furrowed his eyebrows, turning around from the confrontation, and stepped back.

“I don’t have time for this.” He stoically stated, trying to hold back any kind of resentment towards Hawks.

“Running away like always?” Hawks remarked, getting no response from the grim figure who slithered away in defeat.

After he disappeared from view, Hawks turned back to S/n, who was standing nearby, tapping his feet nervously. Hawks approached him, throwing his jacket over the boys shoulders, and growled.

“We’re going home.”

≿————-　❈　————-≾

You were pacing around the living room, phone in hand, waiting for any news on S/n whereabouts, when suddenly the front door opened up. You rushed to the door.

“Did you—Angel hey are you okay? You’re not hurt, right?” you blubbered, scanning his face for any cuts or bruises.

“How’s your hand?”

“It’s fine, mom,” he responded shamefully, looking at the ground.

“You really scared me sweetheart… where were you?” you hugged him tightly, massaging his back, and mouthed a quiet “thank you” to the heroes patiently standing nearby.

“I don’t want to talk about it… can I go now? I’m really tired,” he mumbled, pushing you away.

“I…”

“Good night.” Your son said as he walked off to his room, quietly closing the door behind him.

You looked back at Endeavor and Hawks, who moved over to the couch.

“What happened? Where did you find him?”

“He was with Dabi.”

“Dabi… what? Why? Did he kidnap him?”

“No, it seems the kid found him first.” Endeavor tried calming you down.

“Why would he-”

“We’re not sure...but right now we should all go rest it’s been a tough night.” Endeavor stated.

Hawks stood up and got ready to head to S/n room to give him the speech he thought of in the car before Endeavor stopped him.

“I’ll talk to him, you go rest.” He looked back at you, nodding to Hawks, who hesitantly took a seat next to you, wrapping one of his wings around you, slowly massaging your back.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

Endeavor approached the door and knocked a few times, not hearing a response he pressed on the handle and the unlocked door opened with ease.

He stepped inside closing the door behind him, spotting your son, laying in his bed with his back turned, as he was slightly shaking behind the covers, clearly trying to calm himself down.

Endeavor sighted, not bothering to turn on the light, and sat beside him. He sat there for a while, his mind racing with all the things he wanted to say, or should’ve said, yet nothing came up.

“You won’t be going to U.A.” he finally stated.

Your son froze, and quickly sat back up, now facing Endeavor. “You can’t do that.”

“I already called the school.”

Your son ran his hand through his hair trying to come up with a valid argument.

“I also think that you should stay homeschooled for a while, seeing as there is a high chance of probability that the league knows you exist.”

“I know you worked hard, but your safety is far more important,” he added tapping S/n gently on the shoulder.

Your son was too tired to answer but gave Endeavor a little nod.

“Good, now get some sleep.” Endeavor said as he stood up from the bedside. He walked over to the door and looked back with a serious gaze.

“Don’t run away again, am I understood?”

“Yes sir” your son responded letting his head fall onto the comfortable pillow.

“Good.” Endeavor muttered closing the door behind him.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

It’s been almost a week and your patience was starting to run out, six days with only blunt responses from your son, him denying to eat your food or even come out of his room, and tonight you decided enough is enough and walked over to your son’s room with Hawks following close behind.

You turned back to him, trying to justify your sudden outburst. “I just want to see if he’s doing alright…”

“I’ll go with you,” he reassured, giving your hand a light squeeze.

You gave him a thankful nod before gently pressing on the handle and cracking the door open. Your son was sitting on his bed, with his earphones on, listening to something, paying no mind to your sudden entrance. His cheerful demeanor now became grim, dark circles under his eyes were too big for comfort, his bandage hand now bare.

Hawks hand fell on your shoulder as he gave you an encouraging glance. You took a deep breath in, before approaching his bedside and sitting next to him. Your son immediately looked up to you and Hawks who was leaning against a nearby wall, looking at him with his soft eyes. S/n took off his headphones and mumbled. “Please leave, I really don’t want to talk to any of you.”

“It’s been a week, kid, you can’t just keep ignoring us like this.” Hawks lilted.

“Honey…” you tried reaching for his hand but he pulled away instantly. “I know--it's hard and I shouldn’t have kept something like that from you… and I’m deeply sorry.”

“Good to know, the doors right there you can leave now.” your son jeered.

“Can you at least come out of your room and eat something? I don’t like when you hurt yourself like this,” you said, once again reaching out to him.

“Don’t touch me,” he said, pulling away. “You kept it from D/n as well didn’t you?”

“D/n… her situation is different from yours…”

“How?” he asked, not sparing you a glance.

“She knew who he was… but after your d—Dabi left she couldn’t handle it, so her brain locked him out of her memory,” you explained in a simple manner.

“And you let her leave just like that... “ your son scoffed as he got off from the bed. “Were you going to do the same with me?”

“We-”

“You know what, don’t answer that… I don’t think it’s good for me to hang around you two right now.”

Your son walked towards the door but Hawks moved, blocking it. “You need to calm down, kid.”

“Get out of my way Hawks.” your son warned, his sleep deprived, and angered mind getting the best of him.

“You need to stop throwing tantrums and listen-”

Hawks was interrupted by a loud explosion, he felt like he was falling before he hit something hard, his ears began to ring, he felt limb trying to gasp for air and he desperately fought to keep his eyes open as he felt warm like wood liquid falling down his face. He could see you desperately run to him, tripping over the fallen door, your soft touch masking the terrible pain he felt, he slowly reached for your cheek, accidentally smearing it with his blood, trying to wipe away your tears that wouldn’t stop coming.

He slowly shifted trying to spot the boy he carefully tried to father throughout his life, only to see him, standing there in the smoke of a now destroyed corridor, dark smoke surrounding him, as his sight got worse he could swear the little boy turn into a monstrous shadowy figure, who was now darting away. Hawks tried reaching out to him but he seemed to be getting further and further away by the second, he mumbled something under his breath as he let his body and mind succumb to the dark slumber he so craved.

#dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #bnha dabi #mha dabi #bnha fluff #bnha angst #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #mha fluff #mha angst

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dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram · 3 years ago

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For me a theme of Harry's work is often Man Angst and I find it doesn't resonate with me. Louis' work also speaks of pain, but somehow it feels more human and less dude-centric? I'm struggling to articulate why one feels more accessible and the other more colored with shades of the patriarchy. Anyways, hope your day is swell.

This is a really interesting question (and my most common response to the best anons is not to respond to them for six months).

I have a similar reaction to you and I'm interested in why? How much of my reaciton is textual and how much of it is extra textual?

I think textually there are a number of both explicit and implicit ways that Harry's songs are gendered - they are as you say about men's pain and not pain in general.

The most explicit is the use of 'boy' in TBSL. It's not just the use of a gendered term, but using it with a declaration of irresponsibility. The basic idea of TBSL is that the narrator is sad and his feelings are important and he's not responsible for any of it - he's expecting others to be responsible for his feelings. And in our society men are culturally the ones who are allowed to claim that importance for their feelings and make them other people's problems. (I think many women may want that feeling - and may identify with TBSL on those terms - but I don't think it's written in a way that invites interpretation, and instead emphasises that this is an experience that is supposed to be for men).

Then we have phrases like 'wandering hands' and 'playing with myself', which aren't quite as explicitly gendered, but are tied to masculinity on several levels. Wandering hands is a phrase that is used almost exclusively about men (even if we assume the implication of non consent was unintentional). Certainly there's a lot more leeway in our culture for men who cheat in some way - and the act of saying (assuming that is what the narrator is saying) 'I cheated, but I also need a lot of attention on my feelings and how important they are' is reserved for men. Meanwhile women might talk about playing with themselves - but because it's so much rarer to talk about female sexual pleasure - the association of talking about masturbating and being pathetic is very associated with men. Kind of by definition women who talk about wanking aren't being pathetic because it takes a kind of defiance to talk about sexual pleasure openly.

I do think textually the songs are quite gendered - and gendered in ways that are very much about the way men's feelings are treated seriously in art and women's are not.

To me the context also matters - in HS1 you had these songs where Harry talked about women in ways that showed no interest in their interiority at all (Kiwi, Only Angel, Carolina and Woman). I've said this before, but that really amplified the man angst tone of From the Dining Table. The effect on me of that combination, was one of alienation. I'd be really interested to hear from people who experience them differently. But the impression I get very much is that Harry's saddest songs are songs don't reach out and invite identification - and instead invite you to feel for the narrator.

I think what makes something man angst, rather than just angst, is an expectation that the feelings that someone is sharing are very important and should be taken seriously, alongside a lack of interest in the feelings of other people. And obviously women can feel and want both those things. But culturally there is very little space for women to demand that their feelings are important and women have heaps of expectations to take care of the feelings of others. Because of this, I think if a song about the importance of the narrator's feelings is going to invite women to identify with it (rather than just be part of hte audience for the narrator's important feelings) then that's something that has to be deliberately crafted into the song. That casual gendering of the narrator has a bigger impact making the song about men rather than about people, when the song is talking about an experience that women are not supposed to have.

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I do think Louis' saddest songs take a very different approach to that angst. Rather than expecting the audience to feel for the narrator, they're set up much more for the audience to identify with the narrator. And I can think of a few features of the songs that make me think that Louis' songs are more about identification, but I'm not sure if I'm quite capturing all that's going on.

I'm thinking primarily about his songs about romantic love - Habit, Too Young, Walls, DLIBYH, Defenceless. Although I think the context of TOU does make a difference, because it sets an expectation that the listener will identify with the narrator in the songs.

The two biggest features of those songs are connection and vulnerability. Even the most self-pitying of those songs, still is interested in and seeks connection with whoever it's talking about. (I think it's really interesting is that the impact of that desire to connect is to make the song more accessible for identification, because you'd think the fact that the narrator wants to connect with the object of the song would make the idea of being someone who listened to the song more appealing, but I don't think that's how it works. But that's somewhat of a side point). Then there's vulnerability, without the protective shield of claiming that the narrators feelings are important.

So is the explanation just that Louis' songs invite identification, and don't explore approaches to emotions that our society only legitimises for men? Or is there something more going on? Is there a connection between that vulnerability and connection and gender. Or is it just that Louis' songs are aiming for identification? What's the relationship between those two things.

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I have a lot of other thoughts about this (Harry uses the imperative voice a lot in his feeling sad songs - I suspect that's relevant). But I just want to briefly emphasise that this is not about the quality of their songs, but different ways of operating.

I don't think that identification is the goal in a lot of the songs Harry' writes. I think that feeling of seperation - where

And I also wonder how connected these various things are - and if they're less connected than I think, when just talking about these two examples. Because the most arrow to the heart song about unrequited love I know is also unmistakeably from the point of view of a misogynist teenage boy (The Saturday Boy by Billy Bragg). There have been times of my life when: 'I never understood my failings then/And I hide my humble hopes now' spoke to me like no other words in the English language. And the lyrics that came before and after that didn't stop me from knowing that I had experienced that feeling too.

And my point isn't to compare Louis and Harry as lyricists to Billy Bragg, but just thinking how many different ways a song can speak to you or not.

I'm really interested in hearing other people's thoughts about this, and the way people relate to the songs. Are there women who listen to Falling and feel like they're Harry? (I feel like reviews have implied that some men do). What makes a man's angst Man Angst? What about a song invites identificaiton, and what makes it suggest that the narrator wants people to feel for him, not feel the things he says? Is there any connection.

#I hadn't really thought about what made Harry's songs Man Angst in this way before #and it's really interesting #because it is an example of specificity #and he's not specific about much #But he is specific about a very particular kind of experience of masculinity #much ot think baout

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atomic-taco-muffin · 4 years ago

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What about pregnant reader x kh boys. Where reader has been hiding her pregnancy because she did want them to find out but they found out anyways and their reaction to the reader being pregnant.

KH Boys Reacting To Your Pregnancy

Warnings: fluff

Sora:

You’ve been hiding your pregnancy for about 2 months now and it was starting to show a little bit. During your second month of pregnancy, you got a whole bunch of morning sickness and it was worrying Sora.

One day, Sora was cleaning around the house when he found a used pregnancy test. He saw the positive sign and went straight to you.

“You’re pregnant?!” he asked.

“How did you know?” you asked. Sora held up the test and you paled.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to tell you until I knew for sure. But...surprise?” Sora smiled and kissed you. He then laid his head on your tummy, trying to talk to the baby.

Riku:

Riku was confused as to why you were suddenly so sick. When he found the positive test, he went to interrogate you.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were pregnant?” he asked.

“I didn’t want you to find out till I know it was certain.” you said.

“Bunny, you should’ve told me when you first became pregnant.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay bunny. Let’s take care of this baby together.”

Vanitas:

When Vanitas found out that you were sick, he was lowkey worried. Did he cook something bad? He knew he shouldn’t have made that chicken. But when he found the pregnancy test, he stormed up to your room.

“This better not be a prank like last time.” he said, holding up the test.

“How did you find that?” you asked.

“Found it in the trash. Now, answer me. Are you really pregnant?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want it to be a false positive. I wanted to wait to make sure that I’m actually pregnant.”

“Well, you are. So don’t hide stuff like that from me, okay?”

“As long as you cut back on the swearing while we take care of out baby.”

“Can’t make any promises.”

Terra:

At first thought that you were faking being sick, but when he saw how you would throw up every five minutes, he believed you. When he saw the little baby bump on your tummy, he was like the Surprised Pikachu meme.

“Please tell me that’s not a fake.” he said.

“It’s real. I’m about to find out the gender tomorrow.” you said.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was sort of afraid of your reaction, but also wanted to make sure that I was actually pregnant.”

“Well, I’m here now. And I’ll be here for everything. And that’s a promise.”

“Thanks, bubs. You’re the best.”

“Anything for my babycakes. Well, my two babycakes.” he said while rubbing your tummy.

Ventus:

Sweet, baby boi will be so confused at your sudden sickness. What happened? Did you eat something bad? Do you have some stomach problem that he doesn’t know about?

When he found the test, he put the puzzle pieces together. But it raised one question: why did you hide it from him? He went to your room to find out why.

“Hey, baby? I found this pregnancy test in the trash. Want to explain why you didn’t tell me?” he asked. Crap! You were caught!

“I-I didn’t want it to be a false pregnancy. I wanted to wait to see if I was actually pregnant. But it seems like I am.” you said. You showed Ven your baby bump that you said was a warm pillow to help your stomach bug. Ven teared up and laid his head on your belly.

“Hi, little baby. I’m so excited to be your dad.” he said, while softly crying.

Axel:

Axel knew that you were pregnant. He just wanted to wait till you admitted it. But boy were you stubborn.

He would leave subtle hints but you would just ignore them. Until one day, he had enough. He went tou your room to get the answer out of you.

“I know you’re pregnant.” He said.

“Is it that obvious?” You asked.

“Babe I knew from day one. You’re not that slick.”

“Sorry. I didn’t want to tell you until I was certain.”

“Well it’s certain.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. I love both of you”

Roxas:

Roxas doesn’t know about getting someone pregnant so he’s confused as fuck.

When you experienced your morning sickness, Roxas went to Axel to ask why you were suddenly so sick. He told Roxas that you were pregnant. He went home to talk to you.

“Hey, babe. You’re probably gonna be me at me, but I went to Axel and he told me that you were pregnant.” He said.

“What?! After I told him not to tell anyone?!” You asked.

“Wait, you told him but you didn’t tell me?”

“I told him that it might be a false alarm and I wanted to wait until the right moment to tell you.”

“Well, now I know. I-is it okay if I lay on you?”

“Yeah. Just be gentle.” Roxas gently laid his head on your tummy and felt your baby move around a bit.

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askteacupfollie · 4 years ago

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Close Call- Happily ever after

(🇬🇷) Cupboard had appeared suddenly with a magic crystal she took their powers.. It was painful it felt as if someone was trying to burn them alive as if someone was trying to remove their souls out of their bodies…

Mugman and cuphead screamed.. Screams of excruciating pain Camilla didn’t know how to help them

Cupboard turn her attention to her “everything that happens to them.. Is you fault! .. If you were a good girl none of this would be real! Hm.. Whom shall I kill first the red one..? Or the blue one?”

“CAMILLA RUN!!” they yelled the pain unbearable..

“I can’t leave you guys she is insane!” She said tears threaten to ran down her beautiful emerald eyes.. “We will be fine!” said Cuphead “go!” said mugman..

She attempted to run but Cupboard said “WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING?! YOU THINK YOU CAN ESCAPE FROM ME AGAIN?! YOU LITTLE BRAT!? HEH GUESS WHAT YOU AIN’T GOING…ANYWHERE!!!” using magic a cage appeared around her and trapped her..

Cuphead used a small knife he had in his pocket and threw it at her hands..“ GAH! W-WHO DARES?! " the magic auta that had surrounded them stopped existing and the boys fell down panting.. Cuphead raised his middle finger ” I DARE! YA GOT PROBLEM WITH THAT?!“

Cupboard clenched her teeth.. And fists. She removed the knife from her hands and with magic she made it bigger and sharper..” let’s see how tough you are now little man!“ mugman got up and ran cuphead was helpless.. She raised the dagger slowly his eyes reflecting on the silver blade.. Cuphead closed his eyes and prepared for the inevitable…

WHOOSH

The dagger fell.. CRACK SMASH

Cuphead opened his eyes and to his absolute horror he.. Saw… Mugman.. In front of him his hands opened in a protective way and his eyes widen.. From surprise and pain… Cupboard smiled… Cuphead gasped… Shock fear.. Mugs.. No..no.. Mugman saw Camilla her eyes widen her hands covering her mouth shock written in her beautiful face… "MUGMAN?!” Cuphead got up holding his side he coughed… “Mugs?” he fell down again..

Mugman saw Camilla he smiled.. Then Cupboard trusted the dagger deeper.. And she put her foot to pushed him and remove it from his chest..

Mugman looked at Camilla… Blood ran down from his lips.. And few tears ran down his ocean blue eyes..he fell down slowly on his knees and then face down on the dirt..

THUD

Cuphead crawled to him using his elbows..he took his hand “Mugs?!. Why.. Why did you do that?! You insane!?!” He turned him around and held him in his arms.. No… No…no no NONONONONO! This can’t be happening what kind if nightmare is this? He closed his eyes waiting to wake up.. His eyes widen he felt mugman holding coming closer to his chest..

Mugman opened his eyes to see who was holding him.. He saw cuphead.. Who’s eyes were closed as if he was trying to wake frim a dream.. He opened them again tears ran down his brownish red eyes..

Mugman could feel Cuphead’s heart beating like crazy inside his chest..

Cuphead put his glove on his wound so he will stop the bleeding.. “I.. I… I..ca-can pa-parry you back!! No.. N-n-no problem! Just hang on!”

Mugman smiled “No this time… Brother..*cough* * cough * - blood ran down from his lips..- we.. We lost our powers remember!”

SHIIIIIITTTT

Cuphead tried frantically to stop the bleeding his glove had turned red from blood.. Mugman’s hoodie had darkened in the spot and he could feel the blood in his porcelain skin….. His breathing worsen..

“ Cuphead.. Please take care of elder kettle.." Cuphead cried "NO DON’T TALK LIKE THAT!”

“Confess *cough * to Cam You *cough* *cough * deserve to be * shaky breath *.. Happy!”

Cuphead cried harder.. “NO! WE WE WILL CONFESS TOGETHER YOU DESERVE HAPPINESS AS WELL! MUGS! PLEASE… DONT… DONT.. LEAVE ME!!! I can’t lose you. You elder kettle Camilla are all I have… You are my brother.. Please… Don’t leave me!” Mugman said “Hey don’t cry its okay! I don’t blame you for this!” he raised his hands to wipe away the tears leaving some blood on Cuphead’s cheek..

Cupboard enjoyed it she looked at Camilla.“ HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FROM PLAYING SMART ON ME LADY!" she attempted to kill cuphead as well cuphead hugged mugman tighter.. Camilla had enough… She took.. Her belt and tied it on the cage she took her magic spoon and aimed at her aunt.. She pulled her belt along with her spoon backwards like an arrow..

And said "HEY BITCH!!” she turned around the same time she let go if hee spoon with great force it went threw her chest and she disappeared in a poof of Black smoke

*NOOOOOOOOO* POOF

The cage disappeared..

She took her belt and her magic spoon.. She walked towards them she sat next to cuphead.. Who was crying.. “Camilla? Would you please take care of my brother for me?” he took her hand and put it upon Cuphead’s hand he smiled and patted it gently She nodded! “yes..o..of course!” He took Cuphead’s shirt and pulled him closer “Promise me that you will be strong!” Cuphead cried harder “Mugs?.. I… I… I. Promise.. I will.. Be.. Strong!”

He smiled “I love you all!… Camilla.. I.. wish we had more time… Im sorry!” “I love you too my brother!” said cuphead “Mugman? I love you!” said Camilla and caressed with her hand his face.. He leaned and smiled in ber touch He smiled weakly..

And soon his body relaxed his eyes unfocused he could them calling him. But couldn’t move soon he let his final breath the images of cuphead and camilla became blurry and the last thing his heard was his name anguish pain. Grief. His hands slipped and fell down he completely relaxed and went slack on Cuphead’s arms his head rolled on the side and his beautiful ocean blue eyes.. Closed not to be open again..

“HEY HEY OPEN YOU EYES OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES LOOK AT ME LOOK AT CAMILLA SPEAK TO US.. MUGMAN?! MUUUUGGGGMMMAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!!!!” more tears fell from his eyes and landed on mugs cheek.. Mugman laid there “Can’t you parry him.?” she asked

“No..i lost my powers she took them away…” he said softly She remembered the crystal that fell from her when she vanished..

“Wait here she said! ” she got up and walked to where cupboard had disappeared she found a purple crystal at the shape of circle.. She took it and went back

“This? I heard her saying a chant or something let’s try”

She said “Epestrepse tis dynámeis tous píso se aftous (return their powers back to them )” (hehe greek 😘😜)

The crystal was levitated from her arms.. Red aura surrounded cuphead and entered inside him Blue aura entered inside mugman..

His soul left from his body a pink heart at the center of his body above his mug was a white halo with blue stripes..

A sad look on his face he waved them farewell and flew higher..

Cuphead told Camilla “stay back cam!” She obeyed.. Cuphead parried mugman. And his soul returned back to his body

GGGGGAAAAAAASSSPPP Mugman took a deep breath as all senses returned to him at once..

Cuphead smiled and tears of happiness ran from his eyes “ He.. He.. He.. Is.. Alive HE IS ALIVE COME HERE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!! he jumped and grabbed him in a bear hug both on the ground cuphead didn’t let go of him he cried and started kissing his cheeks” DONT YOU DARE SCARE ME AGAIN LIKE THIS! ASSHOLE! “ Cuphead said… Mugman was surprised but hugged him back..his face on Cuphead’s shoulder a happy smiley on his face.. Cuphead helped him get up ” what happened? What? “ he asked perplexed” “We almost lost you.. Cupboard stole our powers and you saved me… Now she is gone! DON’T SCARE ME AGAIN! ” yelled cuphead

“ Heh i don’t intend to! ” he said rubbing the back of his mug..“ You better! Not do that again you asshole! ” Cuphead said smirking and he playfully punched mugman on the shoulder

Camilla came *SLAAAAP* YOU SCARED ME!! YOU BASTARD!! “ She said and slapped him in the cheek creating a small crack.. Mugman held his cheek.. A sad look on his face.

But then she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him this took him by surprise.. he wrapped his hands around her and kissed her.(YAS!)

She later kissed Cuphead.. "Let’s go home boys” they went home they took a shower they ate a beautiful meal. Laughing and having a great time

Camilla fed mugman and cuphead using both her arms and the boys fed her as well then..they played games they sang They danced..

They watch a movie and fell asleep hugging each other they ate popcorn 🍿 they were wrapped in fluffy blankets. Camilla was in the middle her arms around mugman and cuphead cuphead on the left and mugman on the right

They fall asleep cuddling and with a happy smile on their faces..

~That was a close call but they lived happily ever after! ~ “I love you " camilla said and kissed the boys she then closed her eyes.. Everyone was safe and sound A happy expression on their faces!

🎉🎊❤️The end! 🎉🎊♥️

❤️❤️❤️💙💚❤️💚💙❤️💚💙❤️💚💙❤️❤️❤️

An alternative version! Angst with a happy ending! I hope you like it! Thank you for everything and If I was ever disrespectful or rude my apologies i didn’t intend to! Thank you for everything amazing artist! 💙☺️☺️😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

RESPONSE

Mod- I like happy endings! This will be good for my UwU followers (looking at you TheDarkestTalent) Also this was the only thing I could think of when I was reading this

I cried laughing at this!!

#fanfic #Thank You #submission

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