#also kami and weed

[textfromthelookout]

[shuksstuff-blog]

Menjubo Madam

Hubungan aku dengan Madam ni mcm pasangan bercinta juga, kadang dia punya moody, letih juga nk melayan pe'el org tua ni, Ada sekali tu terkantoi, aku bawak awek office lunch, dijadikan cerita, naik kereta Audi yg dia belikan utk aku, memang ribut melandalah jawabnya. Aku igtkan dia dh fly ke KK, follow up dgn master payment disana, jadi aku curi2 la ngejas awek office bangunan sebelah, dua tiga kali mcm ada respond, jd bermodalkan Audi, manatau dapat merasa pepek muda. Belum smpat lunch, What App masuk, "I' ll Kill You", 'I know what you do!" dpt msg dr Madam, Ahh sudah, bisik hati aku, apahal pulak org tua ni,.   Selang beberapa minit, call in masuk,. aku swipe reject, nk makan kot. Dia call lg, aku swipe reject lg.

Selesai lunch, plan aku nk memantat dgn awek ni, tak jadi hari ni, kene lah postpone, jd aku trus drive blk office, hantar juga awek office sebelah. Aku melangkah masuk office aku je, Madam berdiri didepan meja aku, smbil tgnnya memeluk tubuhnya yg menampakkan tetek selambak dia tu. "Shut the door!" dgn nada yg tinggi, aku perasan staff2 lain terkejut dgn nada madam, sblm ni dia sorg yg peramah, jarang nk tggikan suara. Aku berjalan ke arah kerusi aku, dan duduk. "What wrong hunny?", nadaku yg rendah niat memujuk madam. "Dont you even 'hunny hunny' with me!, where are you going with that Bitch?!" aku agak terkedu bila madam berbahasakan begitu. Aku pun respond dgn baik, "I dont get it? who is the Bitch? i dont understand madam?". "Well the Bitch you taking to lunch just now!". "I see, are you jealouse with the "bitch" madam? and didnt you know who is the bitch rite now?"

Pertengkaran kami agak lama, cumanya lain staff tak la dgr sgt apa yg kami bertengkar. "I give you everything, anything, then you did this to me?" smbil mengalir airmatanya, suara yg menengkin td, kini dh redha. Aku memegang bahu madam, aku urut2kan supaya lebih tenang. "I know you love me rite?", smbil madam menggangguk tunduk, mukanya masih malu melihat aku. Aku mengaku yg aku ada keluar lunch dgn ex girlfriend aku dlu, walhal bukan pun, awek tu baru aku nk mencuba nasib. "Then what is she so special to you?" balas madam "you already touch all of me rite?". "Dont get mad when im telling you the truth, can you?" tnya aku kepada madam, dia hanya menggangguk saja. "Okay, she gave me all her hole, not only pussy". "Then let me give it to you also!, you want it now?" mencelah madam. Hatiku makin riang apabila umpan utk anal madam berjaya. "If that thing are special, why on earth you want to give rite now?, dont you want to take trip, only with me?" smbil memeluk madam, dia kini mendongan memandang aku, melebarkan senyumannya, dan kiss bibir aku, "i'll booked flight ticket now, we heading tmw". Oh senangnya bisik hati aku

Entah apa si madam ni discuss dgn boss aku, boss aku call, "Tmr, assist madam to Langkawi, this week im still at Bangkok, see you next Monday". belum smpat aku kata okay, dia letak fon. Sesampai saja kami di Airport Langkawi, ada kereta pick up kami terus ke Datai Hotel, dh macam honeymoon dgn madam kali ni di Langkawi, selesai check in, kami berangkat ke Cable Car, melayan la si madam berpimpin tgn, sebelah malamnya pulak, aku hanya bwk madam ke Rasta Hut Chenang, sesambil madam meneguk whiskey, aku dapatkan Weed, sebalut dua di bar, madam pun kian mabuk, aku ajak madam blk bilik.

Sesampai di bilik, madam terlalu horny, dlm lift pun dh meraba btg aku. Dilondehnya seluar aku, madam mencari btg nikmatnya utk diisap. Weed yg aku kena ni boleh tahan dengungnya, btg aku makin mencanak bila diisap rakus oleh madam, madam yg tanpa seurat benang masih hot dan bergetah, aku baringkan madam di katil, lidah aku laju mencari pussy, sesmbil aku memasukkan jari ke lubang jubur madam, masih dara, boss aku mesti tak reti anal. "Ahh, ahh ahh, plss fuck me babe" rayu madam bila pussynya terlalu becak dan stim. Batangku merodok pussy madam, menyentak2 madam dikerjakan aku, madam yg terkulai membiarkan saja aku meratah tubuhnya, seakan akan menurut nafsukunmenghambakan dirinya. Aku meminta madam menonggeng utk doggy, Clup clup clup, pussy madam menerima tujahan dr batang aku, terkemut2 pussy madam, dan akhirnya, aku melumurkan air pussy madam di lubang juburnya, batangku menekan kedalam jubur madam, madam tersentak "ahh, sakit". keluh madam, kian lama sakitnya hilang, rengekkan madam kini lain dari rengek bila pussy nya di tujah, kali ini lebih ganas bunyinya. "Arhg arghh arhgh, it fit baby, arhhh arhhh" moaning dr madam membuatkan aku hilang keruan. Sentakan demi sentakan btg aku, jubur madam semakin longlai, madam hanya akur dia diliwat ganas oleh staffnya, aku memancutkan benihku ke dlm lubang jubur madam, madam terdampar, dan aku menindihnya, batang masih lg dikemut2 oleh jubur madam.. kami berdua tertidur.

Sesedarnya aku, madam masih tidur, mungkin kepenatan, aku mencari stok weed smlm, smbil balut dibalcony, madam dgn shower robe, memeluk aku dr belakang, terasa panas tetek madam dibelakang aku. Madam mencium leher aku, meraba2 badan aku, bila aku pusing mengadap dia, btg aku dh terpacak. "Woaaa, always hard yaa, wait ya i need to take shower first". smbil mencuit btg aku. Madam meluru ke bathroom, punggungnya melentok2 semasa jalan, geram je aku tgk, tak padan dgn berumur, nafsu makcik cina ni masih berdarah muda, mungkin boss aku tak pernah melayan mcm aku, pancut je tido, pancut je tido.. Madam hanya berendam di dlm bathtub, aku berdiri disebelahnya, dicapai btg aku, terus masuk mulut dan hisap. Aksi kami di bathroom berlarutan, btgku hanya mensasar lubang jubur madam, akan tetapi, pussy madam aku rodok dgn jari hingga berlendir, barulah aku mula menujah jubur madam. Nafas madam semakin liar, juburnya tidak lagi mampu menahan tusukan btgku, dn akhirnya madam climax, pussynya memancut2 air dn meleleh di pehanya d keaddan madam berdiri dan menonggeng menahan di basin toilet, kaki madam longlai kesedapan, aku menahan dr madam jatuh, aku smbung fick jubur madam, "Arghh, arghh, arghh, baby cum in me baby" rakus rengekan madam. Aku menghaburkan mani aku lagi ditempat yg bukan sepatuynya.. Madam tak berhenti kemut kesedapan, badan madam berpeluh2 akibat pertarungan kami berdua.

To be continue..

[misdeliria]

he lets you paint his nails | k. bakugou

> pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader

> word count: 995

> concept: college au (aged-up), established relationship, domesticity, gn reader, canon divergence

> summary: bakugou lets you paint his nails

> warning(s): smoking weed

> author’s note(s): so i'm noticing i prefer college au's because the idea of writing a high school pov is so funky monkey to me. also, this was inspired by art I saw on instagram, but I forgot the artist.

You love spending the day at Bakugou’s place.

When you first started the student-hero routine, you collaborated with Kaminari and Mina on when to schedule your patrols, so you could work with either of them. Unfortunately, Bakugou decided on an opposite schedule to his roommate, so he would only have to cross paths occasionally.

That meant whenever you were working, Bakugou was off. And when you were off, Bakugou was out of the apartment.

This weekend was different, though. He switched patrols with Kirishima, who needed his shift covered, and went home early.

He already knew you would be at his place. He asked you last night over the phone and then confirmed with Kaminari.

When he unlocked the door, the smell of weed knocked him back. He scrunched his nose in irritation, but it quickly died when he caught sight of you stirring something on the stove, swinging your hips to music in your head.

You turned around when he shut the door behind him, and you dropped your spoon. Your eyes were red and glazed over, but he could read the pleasant surprise on your face.

"Katsuki," you breathed, smiling. "You're home."

"It reeks in here." He frowned darkly, dropping his duffle bag and uniform next to the couch.

"You're usually not here to smell it," you confessed whimsically, unbothered. You go up to him and bring him into a tight hug. The type of hug you gave when you were inebriated and wanted to literally melt into him. He slowly eases into it. "You're not going on patrol?"

"I would have if I was assigned an area," he muttered. "Eiji needed me to cover another time for him, so he took this shift."

"Remind me to thank him later," he heard you mumble against him.

Bakugou chuckled softly, petting the back of your head. "You miss me or something?"

"Always, asshole." You pull away from him, but he keeps his arms around you. "You're reckless."

He glares at that. "What did you say?"

"Nothing," you say quickly, pecking his lips. "We're in Kami's room. Mina's here too."

"Goody," Bakugou remarks dryly, allowing you to drag him to Kaminari's room. The smell only got stronger the deeper you went into the apartment.

"Blasty boy is here!" Mina screeched when you showed up in the doorway. Kaminari was in the middle of a bong rip when his eyes met Bakugou's glare, and he choked.

Bakugou felt a brief sense of satisfaction as he watched Kaminari cough until tears ran down his cheeks.

"You're not supposed to be here," Kaminari wheezed out once he could speak.

"Why does the place smell dank?" Bakugou glared darkly.

"We do this every weekend. Chill out," you speak up, taking a spot on the ground next to Mina.

Every weekend? "How have I not smelled it?"

"Because your sense of smell isn't as impressive as you think." Mina giggles at your clap back as she takes the bong next.

"We were gonna smoke and then paint our nails," Mina tells him. Bakugou leans against the doorframe and glances at you, but you're preoccupied with choosing a color. "Can I paint your nails, 'Tsuki?"

"Not a chance, Pinky." He lowered himself next to you, nodded when you showed him your color, and wordlessly asked for his opinion. He looked over the options, a combination of the three of your collections, all scattered on the floor between them.

He picked a basic black and passed it to you, which you took with confusion.

"Can you do mine this color?" He could feel the rush of heat crawling up his neck when Kaminari and Mina began squawking at how soft he was for you.

You silence them with a look, which he's grateful for, and smile warmly.

"Of course. I'll paint yours, then mine." You shifted, facing him, and took his hand into your lap. "Oh, wait. I'm gonna take a rip first." You paused as you reached for the bong, glancing at Bakugou briefly to check for disapproval.

He smiled and gave you a wink, enjoying how your lips pulled back into a wider grin as you grabbed the bong by the neck.

He thought you looked pretty when you handled smoking like an expert. Even though he didn't smoke, he thought it was amusing when his friends got high. And when you got high, you laughed at everything, and Bakugou loved your laugh.

"So, when is the shift you're covering for Eiji?" You ask him after starting on his nails.

"Sometime next week," he mutters, although he probably should let Kaminari know too. "I think it's during one of your shifts."

"Oh, maybe we can pair up then," you smile, keeping your focus on his nail so close to your face that you're nearly cross-eyed. "Can I add some orange? I'll make it look nice."

"Whatever you want," he tells you, makes your chest swell.

It makes his stomach flip when he realizes how dainty your hands are compared to his, and he can feel his cheeks get warm. With his other hand, he brings it against your face and pulls you closer to press a kiss on your forehead.

"What was that for?" You laugh breathlessly. You feel his body shrug across from you.

"Felt like it."

Off to the side, Mina is pretending to show Kaminari a video on her phone, but she's really recording this sweet moment where you're painting Bakugou's nails.

Bakugou loves that you painted his nails. As the week begins and you two return to your everyday routines, Bakugou checks his nails constantly.

He's careful and makes sure the polish doesn't chip off. He checks for hangnails every hour and uses oil on his cuticles.

When he's in class, and it's been a while since he's seen you, he'll start rubbing the side of his index finger against the nail on his thumb. Something about feeling the smooth paint gives him relief.

(im definitely projecting, but i hope you enjoyed)

[satureja13]

After Jack fell from his horse in fading Moonwood Mill, he found himself in another realm - at the remnants of a broken bridge - alone...

What a strange place.

Jack walked away from the broken bridge to find Kiyoshi - or at least another way back. And then Lunatic found him... Lunatic, of all creatures... Jack: "Go away! You already caused me enough trouble!"

But Lunatic trailed after Jack and Little Goat joined them. They reached a homely abode where an old man yelled at the weeds and the bugs that are threatening his garden...

Jack: "Good day! I lost my way. Can you tell me how to get out of here?" Old man: "Sure, after you helped me with the garden."

And so Jack and Little Goat got to work.

Old man: "You're a good boy. Thank you." And in the background the garden is already overgrowing with weeds again. Just like the hassles in life. If you move one out of the way, three others are already waiting in line to bother you...

Old man: "You must be hungry after working so hard. But unfortunately I have nothing to offer. My garden, you know." Jack: "Don't worry. We could eat the horse?"

Old man: "Hm that would be a waste. But thank you for your generous offering! I'm not that hungry anyway. What about eating the goat instead?" Jack: "What? Are you crazy? No one lays hands on my sweet Little Goat!" And that was when Kiyoshi found them!

Kiyoshi bowed deeply: "Master Kōjin! Don't kill him. He wasn't aware of who you are." (Kōjin is the deity Kiyoshi and Dtui serve after he rescued them from their execution. Kōjin is the Japanese kami (god) of fire, the hearth and the kitchen. He is literally the god of the stove. He represents violent forces that are turned toward the betterment of humankind. And he is also considered a deity of uncertain temper.)

Kiyoshi: "Gods Jack..." Jack: "I didn't mean to yell at him. I was frightened and tired - and hungry..."

Kōjin: "Boys - don't worry."

Kiyoshi: "Don't worry? What does that mean? You are not going to kill him?"

Kōjin laughed: "I mean: don't worry. Like, don't worry. It will all be well in the end. We are watching over you."

Kōjin: "Now go. I paved a path for you."

Kiyoshi: "Close your eyes. Don't you dare open them again until I tell you so. No matter what happens." Jack: "Ok. I won't open them again until you tell me so. I promise."

omg Jack...

TMI: Kōjin was played by Kesuke, who also played Albert, the servant of DEATH and the guide of Jack when he was in his coma (and a few other roles ^^')

'Turned away from it all like a blind man Sat on a fence but it don't work Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn Why, why, why? Love, love, love, love, love Insanity laughs under pressure we're breaking'

Queen - Under Pressure

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest

[tenjin-no-shinja]

Trees in Shinto

In Shinto a tree may be a kami (shinboku) around whose wide trunk a thick twisted rope, a shimenawa, is tied to show its sacred status. There are too many famous shinboku throughout Japan to detail. Nearly every village or town has one in the precincts of its largest shrine. Some are famous because of historical incidents that happened to them and others simply because of their venerable age.

In Shinto rituals, the kami descend upon evergreens, principally the sakaki, unique to Japan and related to the camellia. It was in the forests and groves of Japan that the sense of sacred places found its origin. Many of these sites subsequently became shrines.

In these places we can contemplate not only our human dependence upon the tree for continued life but also the tree as a symbol of the creative and protective powers of nature. The litany here seeks to draw attention to this.

Photos are Mine, do not use without asking first

Excerpt from The Litany of the Tree

Trees teach us about growth

They also stand for shelter

They are, like water, living organisms

Ponder the meaning of growth and development

Think of how we know nature through our senses, our eyes, our taste, our sense of smell and touch, our awareness and deep intuitions

Let us think of the self-disclosure of the divine in the providence and power of nature

Let us think of the trees as expressions of beauty, power, and energy united in endless renewal...

Think of trees teaching us the steadiness of growth and of the time required for greatness to develop

Ponder why weeds grow faster than flowers, and why bushes grow faster than trees

Weeds wither in the heat of the sun

Trees grow and give shade

Trees are forms of the changeless yet ever-changing that can teach us the power of renewal

The divine within the cosmos and the divine within us...

[yunisketch]

Alright so I have a TMNT AU of mine that I can't get out of my mind and its stayed like that for almost half a year now. So in my AU, it's a mix of other continuities, but for the sake of simplicity lets say it takes place post S4 of TMNT 2012. Though in a universe where, well, none of the events of S5 took place so there's no resurrecting shredder. Karai and her Foot clan have also moved to Japan in order to weed out the remaining factions still loyal to Shredder. Ever since the death of their father, the brothers' relationships with each other have become strained. More so due to the sudden appearance/sightings of Foot Ninjas in New York, and notably without any sign or form of contact from Karai. They suspect Tigerclaw has something to do with it but Leo wants to refrain from taking any sort of action (YET) as a precaution. Pure surveillance. Raphael on the other hand, is convinced that they need to look and take down the ninja before something awful happens. Of course they both have a huge argument and OF COURSE Raphael goes it anyway alongside with Casey. (Casey knew Raph and confronted him ab it and ended up joining alongside him as backup) They do actually find the ninja at the last place they'd been spotted. Only for it to turn out to be a trap. One that, unfortunately Raphael nor Casey return from alive.

Did I mention that Raph is the protagonist of this AU and still is? Nope? Well, let me elaborate.

Raph bonafide DIED. There was no being held captive. He was captured and swiftly killed. They knew the threat Raphael posed though in their eyes they had no use for him. Casey Jones being caught in the trap was an added bonus.

But Raph wakes up. This was no dream however. Nor does he wake up in a body that was his own. He awakens in the body of a 15 year old boy. A human boy.

If you've read TMNT IDW then this is pretty much their origin but in reverse. First life was as a mutant -> Killed -> reincarnated as a human many years later.

Which is precisely what happens to Raph. He wakes up in a hospital, in the broken body of a young boy. Previous memories intact. Skipping forward a bit, even though Raph is aware that between the time he was killed and the time he'd woken up, around 25 years have passed. His brothers have to be alive. They have to be. So he makes it his mission to find his brothers. Buuuut finds zilch. Nada. Nothing. The entrance to the lair is sealed away. As if it never existed in the first place. April doesn't live in her old apartment anymore (he checked, Casey's too bc he's still in denial that Casey was killed alongside him) and there's just... no trace of anyone. Kami, he feels like he wants to give up. Until he comes across a small kid dressed in orange looking scared as all hell being cornered by some thugs. Mikey. His brain had supplied.

Raph beats the shit out of the PD and a VERY scared Mikey runs away because of course a big buy AND stranger like Raph is scary as all hell when covered in blood. Raph does manage to loose him but that's essentially the plot of this fic. Raphael is aware of his brother's existences and that his other brothers may also be humans like he is. Whether this is an alternate universe or truly in the future (spoiler it's very much in the future in his original universe), Raphael doesn't care. He also figures that if Mikey is human, that means he died as well. But who killed them? Which is basicaly the whole main goal. To find his brothers and the one responsible for their deaths.

[ilovetheseattlemariners]

I’m on my own now in this world

Well Lola Inang is gone now. Cried real hard at the burial. My mom had a habit of collapsing and she did twice today, but I mean the hardest is done with now. The past is done and cannot be forgiven. Apo mo ako, Inang. Apo mo ako. Ikaw ay ang lola ko. Sana pwede ko sinabi sayo bago umalis ka. Masyadong mabagal kami. Pasensya pasensya pasensya.

I’m drunk now. I drink a lot these past few days. I miss weed though. I miss a lot of things. I miss Kelowna really badly. I just want to go back there and relearn what it means to be happy, does that make sense? I miss looking out from one small cliff at just the entire city. I miss the deep connections. I miss deeply knowing someone. I miss having a circle of people I’d call my friends. I just opened my stories archive and saw a photo from five years ago — has it really been five years? — of like sophomore year. Like then I had deep connections, too. Walking with frost visualizing in front of us to the Asian supermarket or a café after band practice with the sun getting all runny casting itself bright down the streets. If I could get even a second of that life back I’d give everything.

It’s a good thing we have music. Music makes almost everything true and nothing at all. I miss you so damn fucking much wow. We had a good thing. Fuck, I had a good thing and I just threw it away like an idiot. If I knew better I wouldn’t ever leave you. If I could go back in time, I’d probably still have to leave you. I’d just hug you a lot tighter before it all. How do we even cope with that. With the past being undeniably better than the present. Why can’t the past last forever.

Also french girl is a ghostwr and probably fucking that philosophy guy so fuck that. I should just figure out how to he in the past forever

[wifflum]

So I just got done being homeless for a month. It was honestly very fun, but right at the end when I was looking for a place to stay in earnest I was pretty worried about being stuck homeless.

I lost my computer, Playstation 5, TV, and Nintendo Switch, and my phone. The last two got stolen, I sold the PS5, and I gave away the computer before my old place trashed it. At the old place, where I lived with a bunch of ex-addicts, I was assaulted, I think, 8 times. I tried to sue but the higher ups at the halfway house started kicking everybody out over it, I guess. Can't reach my target with mail so I can't sue him.

While I was homeless I was like half-manic, or a much more controlled manic than usual, and it made it so it wasn't suffering. I had a glimpse of what it would be like if I weren't "up" and it would've been horror. Just despair at the endless expanse of boredom and nothingness, while I try to fall asleep on a picnic table.

While homeless, and this is very much a lasting thing, I got very into Shinto. I learned in school that Shinto is the belief that all things are conscious, all the way down to the atomic level. So, now I have empathy for the phone I'm typing this on, and he kind of objected and I had to ask permission to keep going, just now.

Schizophrenia mixes well with Shinto because I can actually communicate with everything instead of having to guess what they might want me to do. Or go by the vibe in the air, which is legitimate but also a bit vague. Shinto also teaches you that evil spirits, kami, are the reason people are evil. I call that Sin, but it's just about exactly the same philosophy since I believe Sin are conscious and outputting the effect they have on people intentionally, but I'll go into it some other time. Olenos, from the book I'm working on, Grey, has visions of Sin and his people detect Sin's influence, wickedness, all across their world.

But yeah so I'm staying in a sleeping room and playing video games all day. I don't know what else to do since I don't have a guitar now. That's another thing I lost. Life is good though; I'm just saving up to pay probation 500 dollars and then I can drink wine again. I might try that Delta fake weed stuff but I've never enjoyed weed much.

[benefits1986]

Dear Millennial Caregivers

If you wake up earlier than usual despite the long days and nights, this is for you.

The bills are piling up. The meds and the stats of your sick parent are not jiving. The manhours you could have spent building your career are burnt to the ground. The shitshow of your aging parent just gets shittier. The pivots and workarounds seem to fail as you try to move forward. Speaking of moving forward, this may be the time when you can't make sense of "one step forward, 10 steps back". You may be doubting yourself more than ever. In the same manner, you may be loathing your terminally ill parent all the more.

As you take care of your very volatile parent, you may find yourself back in memory lane. These lanes may be highways to hell mixed with skyways filled with unicorn shit and rainbows. You may be thinking of giving up not because you're tired. You're simply too grounded and you know so well how this shitshow is going to end, anyway. But, you may find that you keep going because you're now the designated keeper of the home in the palm of your sturdy yet shaky hands.

How many times have you gone mad about simple things that used to be nonsensical like taking water that falls within the acceptable daily intake? How many times have you gone beyond what is expected even when those errands used to be crappy ones like coming home early with a bag full of weeds (organic finds, healthy food choices)? How many fucking times have you doubted your usually ego-driven self because you know you can make things happen at your own pace, but now, the pace is too fast, it just won't last, literally and figuratively? You may feel that you are wasting your youth on something that's not even worth your fucking PAKE in life. Death is looming closer each day and night. You may see that while there's a friggin' light at the end of a deep and dark tunnel, your ill parent just doesn't care. Or that parent may care but the stats, the vibe, and the flow are giving boomer bombs.

Let me tell you that I'm but talking to my 20-something-year-old self. LOL. Gah. That was ages ago, but as I get more and more stories concerning caring for sickly and wobbly (sarap untog pader na marmol) parents, I guess, those 8 years of looking after Mother Dragon has finally been of some sort of use. CHOZ.

Being a caregiver especially when you're a strong, independent, mala-acclimated philodendron or kung ano mang choice of flora mo, it's a shitshow. Truly. Madly. Deeply. However, this is also an era of seeing how far you can go AND how far you can still go.

I remember talking to a super close introverted XY friend during a nonchalant session. He shared that my 8-year shitshow is something that he didn't get because his dad had a heart attack. And that he was too busy working when the attack happened. He almost teared up and so did I, but we powered through. EMS. We ended the session nonchalantly, but the lumps in our throats were not joking. Not bad for a biglang aya sa basic coffee shop, noh? Tawa-tawa pa kami sa mga chixxx na nadaaan with rating, tapos, boogsh. Hay. Tacca.

So, I come in peace so early in the morning. Yet again, I guess.

Dear caregiver, don't give up but know when to surrender. Make each day and night work, even when the correlation of things doesn't make sense. When in doubt, have faith... delulu-solulu faith. Keep walking. In the same manner that your parent taught you to walk, hang on. Hang on not because of UTANG NA LOOB or SHAME or DUTY. Nakakaulol 'yan. Promise. Hang on for the greater good. However, know and accept that life is short and that everyone expires. Befriend death, but be the keeper of life that is bound by compassion, no matter what shape it takes. The hard choices always come with pros and cons. Ganun talaga.

And please, let your dear parent decide. Your body, your rules. Period. This bit is gonna bite you really hard. Tanggal angas mo. Tanggal lakas mo. Tanggal pagod mong akala mo umayaw na. Tanggal puyat mong sobrang lala ng pull even when you're super used to puyatang walang hanggan.

Very recently, an XX friend lost her mom to cancer. But wait, there's more. She is a cancer survivor herself. Opak. We rarely meet, but when we do, mala-Netflix ang episodes na parang ambilis lang ng 5 hours lumipas. Syempre, parehas kaming panganay. HAHAHAHAHA. Matigas ulo pero iyakin naman. I told her that we don't have to talk about it in details unless she's willing and able. She laughed silly laughs. So, ako rin. Bahala ka diyan, girl. LOL. She posted her mom's burial a month after, just because, she can't wrap her head around this shitshow. Tawa-tawa kami pero alam mong anytime, the tears are gonna cry. Ugly cry. HAHAHAHAHA. O, millennial caregiver, napaka tanga nating lahat. Hug-hug pa kami pero iwas-hug kinda vibe, because, again, we the bitches who slayyyyyy pero dahil sa mga nanay namin, slain bitches pa rin ang ending.

And so, dear millennial caregivers, shine and sparkle. OPAK. Ambobo na naman ng pakawala. But, hear me out. Shine in the darkest times even when you're but a tiny spark. Shine when no one is watching even when ambobo talaga ng approach na 'to. Shine because you have what it takes to tawid your parent kung dito man o sa kabilang banda. Shine because you are worth it. EMS. I didn't have these realizations noon. And sobrang lala ng impact niya sa life ko. So 'wag n'yo akong tularan. Again, nakakamatay. I'm a very fucked up example of how you shouldn't go about your caregiving chapter.

Find your purple people. It's not gonna be easy to be vulnerable and show your dark side. Syempre, nakakainis talaga mga aging na, sick pa parent. Sarap i-flush sa baradong bowl na apaw. Hahahaha. Surround yourself with people who actually give a shit, give a fuck, about who you are AND who you are not. Period. Ngayon n'yo kailangan ng sandigan, bente kwatro oras. Ngayon n'yo malalaman who really cares, and who is but a fucking and dandy MEMA. Fight me. C'mon. LOL.

Walang eyecandy people ang magiging bandaid sa sugat lalo na ng inner children n'yo. By eyecandy, hindi lang 'yung mga thirst traps a. Eyecandy people are those who may seem to be there for you, pero 'pag 2 AM tapos wala kang malapitan, tapos nasa party sila, then 'di ka nila sinagot or ni-seen man lang, aba, bobo ka na niyan. HAHAHAHA. Eto ang era na you'll be needy and you have that hall pass. Pero, syempre, 'wag nyo abusuhin. Period.

Also, this time, you'll be able to discover who you truly are and who your aren't. Deep ba? Ulol. Fact of life lang 'yan. What I'm saying is that this is the era where you'll debunk your own stereotypes, your myths, and your pulp fiction, babyyyy. Kapit lungs.

No matter how dysfunctional or eleganza your dynamics with your sick parent is, itawid mo 'yan with flying colors. Itapon mo ang black and white and 50 shades of grey area, because, full colors are rushing in, kahit ayaw mo. LELS. It's not gonna be easy, it may kill you inside out-ish, but you're gonna have memories that are one of the books. Ikaw na lang bahala choose your own adventure and misadventure. 'Di nga lang tulad ng Give Yourself Goosebumps noon na puwede mong balikan ang pages to rectify your choices. BOOGSH. Wala ng ganun ngayon. Hahahahahahaha.

And so, choose peace amidst the chaos. The noise fuck the audiophile in you, but let the beats guide you. Heartbeats and lifeline na labanan dito or the lack thereof. (UGH. I remember the ICU days na wala sa ICU because funds were meager, but we slayed it, babyyy!)

Choose your battles, but give the fucking system the fight, fight, fight. You'll fly, sooner or later. Kapit lungs. Tiwala lungs. 'Wag aayaw. Think positive and be delulu-solulu lungs. Kaya mo 'yan! Kung hindi, tacca.

PS: I just found out that my beloved firstborn's birthday is friggin' 25th of April. Bwakanang. Isang Taurus na naman po ang nakalusot ng 'di ko nalalaman. Syempre, tatay kong pakitong-kitong natawa na naman. Bakit daw 'di ko ni-check cert netong aso na 'to. Sabi ko, alam kong para siya sa akin before I got him. SHET NA MALAGKET> Bobo ko talaga diyan sa remembering important dates. Pamigay ko na ba 'to bukas? Kaya pala ganito ugali neto. Ang lala. Hahahaha.

[empressofthesunwriter]

Nothing is True

… Everything is permitted.

What is real?

What is not?

Is she just turning crazy or are other powers at work?

One thing is clear Kohana will get to the bottom of this and maybe change the whole Ninja-World at the same time.

S.I. Third Shinobi World War 

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Chapter 6: Hidden Blade

Kizashi was eating with gusto one of the fresh peaches their Kaa-Chan had bought today at the market, while he watched how his little sister Kohana turned their basement upside down.

“Again, explain to me what you are searching for, Imoto-Chan.”, he asked amused.

His little sister looked really funny full of cobwebs and dust.

“A family heirloom.”, was her short answer, opening another chest.

“What kind of family heirloom?”

“A weapon.”

“A weapon, interesting.”, the pink-haired young man bit into his peach. “What kind of weapon?”

Kohana stopped, and a little frown formed on her face.

“A...Hidden Blade.”

The older boy couldn’t help but snort.

“What by Kami is a Hidden Blade?”

 “I will know when I see it.”, she barked at him, closing the chest and opening the next one.

Kizashi raised an eyebrow. Someone was grumpy.

“Imoto-Chan, what gave you even the idea that we have something like that?”

She paused and sent him a look.

“Can’t you annoy anyone else?”

“No, I wanna annoy you.”, he grinned cheeky, which made Kohana huff well annoyed.

She rather wished her brother be far away.

This was something important, she didn’t need his stupid commentary.

A few weeks had passed since she had become a Genin.

To her utter disappointment, the Ninja Life wasn't as glamorous as she imaged.

Besides training with Minato-Sensei and her teammates, which was awesome, the daily D-Rank Missions were absolutely horrible!

Painting fences, ripping out weed, babysitting, cleaning the Inuzuka kennels!

These were glorified chores, nothing more!

Obito and her were ready to burst, Rin tried to keep them calm and Kakashi seemed to have a sick satisfaction seeing them nearly lose it.

But the worst was the damn Tora-Mission!

If they had to catch that hellcat one more time, Kohana would lose it, she swore!

The only thing good was, like she said, the training Minato-Sensei made them go through.

Already Kohana felt much stronger. Obito and Rin also made great progress, Rin even started to learn medical jutsu. Sure none of them were on Kakashi-Level, but one had to celebrate the little victories in life.

Anyway, besides this, Kohana had found more diaries of Haruno Sakuya, her mysterious world-jumping ancestor and had learned quite a bit more about the Assassin Way of Life.

It was still difficult to wrap her head around that Sakuya had been in another world an assassin named Carina Auditore, coming from a long line of assassins, however with any more pages she read, Kohana believed it more.

There was also the fact, that she still got visions.

It was like she relived Carina/Sakuya's life.

Carina Auditore had lived in such a modern world, full of strange devices, yet was part of an order that protected humankind for centuries.

Haruno Sakuya was a weak Miko who had trained hard to become a semi-passable Ninja, during the Warring States Era and had been Uchiha Madara’s lover.

What the soul who had inhabited these two women had in common was their dedication to the assassin order.

Sakuya had tried and succeeded in recreating the Assassin Brotherhood's most-priced weapon.

The symbol of the Brotherhood you could say.

The Hidden Blade.

On the page, Kohana had read yesterday night, was written that Sakuya had placed her Hidden Blade in a chest, in the hope someone in the Haruno Clan would in the future pick it up again.

Kohana was determined to be this one.

Reading all these stories about being an assassin and living them in her vision...Kohana felt closer to being an assassin, than a ninja.

Strangely it fit her like a clove.

The assassination techniques Sakuya had written down in her dairies, the green-haired girl learned them fast.

It was like her body already knew them, remembered them.

This gave her an edge against other ninjas.

She fought in a way, that was not seen since Sakuya, so her teammates had trouble to counter it. Even Kakashi had struggled in the beginning, but the Hatake wasn’t a protege for nothing. He was the only one who could give her a fight.

However, Kohana missed the Hidden Blade.

She already lived out the Credo of the Assassin Brotherhood, yet without Hidden Blade she couldn’t call herself assassin.

Kunai could only work so much. They didn’t feel right when she tried out her assassination techniques.

No, she needed Sakuya Hidden Blade.

If she only could find it in one of these chests.

And if only her stupid older brother would leave her alone!

Kohana continued to rummage through the chests, hoping to find the Hidden Blade that her ancestor had left for her.

She couldn't shake off the feeling that it was somewhere in their basement, hidden away from prying eyes.

As she opened another chest, she saw a glint of metal and her heart skipped a beat.

Could it be?

Carefully lifting out the object, she gasped in awe as she held the Hidden Blade in her hands.

It was bigger than she imagined built in an arm-guard with intricate designs.

She recognized the Assassin's Brotherhood Symbol, which Sakuya had drawn in her dairy’s on it.

The green-haired girl felt a surge of excitement course through her veins as she examined it closely. 

This was it!

The prized possession of the Assassin Brotherhood.

Kizashi watched as his little sister's face lit up with joy and couldn't help but wonder what was so special about this strange weapon.

For sure he never saw anything like that, for what was this thing good for?

Kohana felt Kizashi's eyes on her but ignored it and put the arm guard on her right arm.

She tried to make the Blade flip out like she had read in the diary, but sadly nothing happened.

“What?!”, she exclaimed surprised.

“Seems like your new toy is broken.”, guessed her brother. “You need to fix it.”

“Just awesome!”, grumbled Kohana. “Of course, it’s broken, I have to find the schematics for it now.”

“And a smith who understands this strange weapon.”, reminds her brother gleefully.

For that, Kohana trowed an old pillow in his face.

Her brother just let himself get hit.

Not like the pillow could hurt him.

Meanwhile, Kohana sighed in frustration.

Finding a smith who could fix the Hidden Blade was going to be a challenge. She didn't know anyone in the village who had experience with such an intricate weapon. However, she wasn't going to give up that easily.

She was determined to make it work, no matter what it took.

As she continued to search through the chests, her mind raced with possibilities of where she could find a smith.

Perhaps she could ask Minato-Sensei for help.

Kizashi watched as his sister's determination grew stronger and couldn't help but feel proud of her. He may not understand the importance of the Hidden Blade, yet he knew how much it meant to Kohana.

"Imoto-Chan," he said softly, "I'll help you find a smith. We'll figure this out together."

Surprised Kohana looked at him and smiled gratefully.

“Thanks Nii-Chan.”

***

Well, Kohana had found the schematics but every smith Kizashi and her visit were totally clueless.

Just awesome.

“This is the only one remaining.”, she groaned at Kizashi.

The smith stall belonged to Aito Takamaru. He was known in Konoha for his excellent weapons, the only problem was that he was really young.

It seemed impossible that he would understand the Hidden Blade.

Kizashi patted her head.

“Now, now, Ko-Chan, let’s ask and see. If I remember right the Aito’s been a smith family since the Warring States Era. If he doesn’t can help, maybe his father or grandfather.”

Kohana reluctantly followed Kizashi to Aito Takamaru's stall.

As they approached, she noticed that the young man was busy working on a Katana. He looked up as they approached and greeted them with a smile.

"Hello there! How can I help you today?"

Kizashi stepped forward and explained their dilemma to Aito-San.

The young smith listened carefully and nodded thoughtfully as he examined the Hidden Blade.

"This is quite an interesting piece," he said, "I've never seen anything like it before."

Kohana felt her heart sink. She had been hoping that Aito-San would be able to fix it, but now it seemed like all hope was lost.

However, much to her surprise, Aito-San continued speaking.

"But I think I might be able to figure it out," he said with a grin. "My grandfather told me often the story of how he made a special blade for a Miko named Haruno Sakuya. I bet it's this one, right?”

“Yeah, it is. Haruno Sakuya is our ancestor.”, told Kohana with hope in her heart.

Aito-San nodded.

“Good thing you have the schematics too. I think with what my grandfather told me and these, I will be successful in repairing the Hidden Blade.”

Kohana couldn't believe her ears.

Was this really happening? Could Aito-San really fix the Hidden Blade?

She watched in amazement as the young smith got to work, meticulously examining each part of the arm guard and studying the schematics that Kohana had brought with her.

For hours he worked on the blade.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Aito-San stood up and held out the Hidden Blade to Kohana.

"It's done," he said with a smile.

The glass-wearing girl took the arm-guard from him and examined it closely.

Sure enough, when she flicked her wrist just right, the blade sprang out from its hiding place with a satisfying snap.

"Thank you so much!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I don't know what I would have done without your help."

Aito-San just smiled modestly in response.

"It was my pleasure.”

As Kohana left the stall with Kizashi by her side, she couldn't help but feel grateful for this new ally that she had found in Aito Takamaru.

With his help, she knew that nothing could stand in her way!

***

“Alright, kids, who want to spar today first?”, asked Minato-Sensei the next day his four Genin.

After a good morning workout, it was now time for it.

Eagerly Kohana raised her hand.

“I would like to, Minato-Sensei.”

She so wanted to try out her Hidden Blade!

“Good, Kakashi-Kun, are up to spar with Kohana-Chan?”

The Hatake just gave a nod.

“Yeah, kick his ass, Kohana-Chan!”, rooted Obito for her, which made the girl blush a little.

Sweet Rin gave them both a smile: “Do your best Kohana-Chan and Kakashi-Kun.”

“Aww, Rin-Chan, why do have to be on his side too?”

She just giggled.

Kakashi and Kohana stood before each other, waiting for Minato-Sensei to go.

Minato-Sensei gave the signal and Kohana immediately went on the offensive, her Hidden Blade at the ready.

Kakashi was quick to dodge her attacks, yet he couldn't help but be impressed by her skill with the strange weapon.

She moved with a grace and fluidity that he had never seen before.

As they continued to spar, Kohana began to incorporate more of Sakuya's assassination techniques into her fighting style.

Her movements became even more unpredictable, making it difficult for Kakashi to keep up.

Obito was cheering loudly for her and even Rin clapped her hands.

“Yes you rock, Kohana-Chan!”, shouted Obito.

However, just as Kohana thought she had the upper hand, Kakashi suddenly disappeared from view. 

She looked around frantically, trying to find him, yet he was nowhere in sight.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her back and realized too late that Kakashi attacked one of the weak spots of her body.

She fell to the ground with a thud, feeling defeated.

And she had been doing so well!

Kakashi walked over to her with an outstretched hand and helped her up.

"Good job," he said calmly.

The green-haired girl smiled back at him, feeling proud of herself for holding her own against one of Konoha's most talented ninjas.

They made the Seal of Reconciliation.

“Good spar you two.”, congratulated them Minato-Sensei. “Kohana you really improved and this new weapon of yours is amazing. Kakashi as always impressive. Now Obito and Rin you spar and the winner of that spar goes against Kakashi.”

Obito won the spar against Rin and so the two boys fought against each other.

Of course, Kakashi won, but Obito had given him a good fight too.

Then Minato-Sensei told Kohana and Rin that they should spar against each other.

Ready to spar, the two females faced each other.

Kohana flipped her Hidden Blade in and out, eager to test it out once again.

They circled each other warily, both waiting for the other to make the first move.

Finally, Rin lunged forward, aiming a punch at Kohana's face.

The green-haired girl easily dodged it and countered with a swift kick to Rin's stomach.  She stumbled back, but quickly regained her footing and launched another attack.

The two girls traded blows back and forth, neither one gaining the upper hand for long. Kohana was impressed by Rin's speed and agility, but she knew that she had something that Rin didn't - the Hidden Blade.

As they continued to spar, Kohana began to incorporate Sakuya's assassination techniques into her fighting style once again.

She moved in quick bursts of speed, striking at Rin from unexpected angles with her weapon. The brunette struggled to keep up with her movements, then there was finally an opening.

With elegance, Kohana flipped herself over Rin, pierced her Hidden Blade into Rin's shirt and could flick her opponent like this away from her.

Rin fell down and Kohana was over her, Hidden Blade at her pulse.

“Kohana, wins!”, called Minato-Sensei over.

Kohana was panting  as she lowered her weapon and smiled at Rin: “You did great!”

Her best friend smiled back at her: “So did you! That Hidden Blade is amazing.”

Kohana felt a surge of pride as she looked down at the arm-guard: “Thanks! Aito-San helped me repair it.”

The green-haired girl helped her brunette friend up and they made the Seal of Reconciliation.

Minato-Sensei came over to them: “I'm really impressed with your progress lately, Kohana-Chan.”

“Thank you Sensei,” replied Kohana gratefully. “I couldn't have done it without your training.”

“Now, who is ready for a D-Rank Mission?”

Three groans could be heard.

***

After the  D-Rank mission, they had to walk the Inuzuka Ninken, Minato-Sensei called it a day.

Kakashi left with a lazy wave, while Rin said she had to help her parents in their shop.

That left Obito and Kohana.

Alone.

If she hadn’t taken this chance to spend some time with her crush, Kohana would never have progressed in their relationship.

“Hey, do you want to hang out for a bit?”, she asked him.

Obito's face lit up with excitement: “Sure! What do you want to do?”

Kohana thought for a moment before replying: “How about we go get some ice cream at the new shop that just opened up?”

“Sounds great!”

As they walked towards the ice cream shop, Kohana couldn't help but feel nervous.

This was the first time that she had hung out alone with Obito since becoming a Genin. She wasn't sure what to say or how to act around him.

Thankfully, Obito seemed oblivious to her nervousness and was busy chatting away about his latest manga. Kohana listened intently, she read the series too.

That was something they had in common.

They discussed plot points and why this character sucked and another was just amazing as they arrived at the ice cream shop.

Kohana ordered a chocolate milkshake while Obito got a strawberry sundae.

They sat down at one of the tables outside and enjoyed their treats in comfortable silence.

After finishing their desserts, they decided to take a walk around the village. As they strolled through the streets, Obito and her talked about the sparring matches today.

The Uchiha was giddy that she gave Kakashi a run for his money, even if she lost in the end.

“Maybe that will show stupid Bakashi, that we all can be amazing ninjas!”, he told her.

“You really hate Hatake-San, mmh?”

“Hate is a strong word. I mean he goes on my nerves, but I don’t hate him. I just hate his I’m-better-then-anyone-spiel he has going on!”

With that Obito frustrated kicked a stone away.

The Haruno bit her lip. She had a feeling, no she was sure that Obito hated also Kakashi because Rin was in love with the protege.

It was so sad, Kohana liked Obito, Obito liked Rin, Rin liked Kakashi and Kakashi didn’t seem to have a crush on anyone.

No one was a winner here.

Only if someone got new feelings for another and they liked them back.

How Kohana wished she could make Obito fall in love with her, but sadly Obito was too fixed on Rin.

What could she do to impress him so that he saw her finally?

Kicking Kakashi's ass maybe?

Obito seemed to like it when Kohana gave Kakashi a challenge, but maybe anyone who gave his rival a challenge was cool in the Uchiha's eyes.

As they continued their walk, Kohana couldn't help but feel a bit down.

She had hoped that this outing would bring her and Obito closer together, however, if your name wasn’t Rin Nohara you weren’t even a girl in Obito's eyes.

Sighed inwardly she tried to push those thoughts aside.

Maybe she could just be happy with being friends with Obito for now.

However as they turned a corner, something caught her eye.

It was a small flower shop that she had never noticed before.

Curious, she tugged on Obito's sleeve and pointed at the shop.

"Hey, do you want to take a look in there?"

Obito looked sceptical at first, but then shrugged his shoulders: "Why not?"

As they entered the shop, Kohana was immediately hit by the sweet scent of flowers.

The walls were lined with vases of all different colours and shapes, each one filled with beautiful blossoms.

Kohana felt herself relaxing as she took in the tranquil atmosphere of the shop.

Even Obito seemed to be enjoying himself as he examined some of the more exotic blooms.

Suddenly, Kohana spotted a small pot of delicate blue flowers tucked away in a corner of the shop.

Forget-me-nots.

Her Kaa-Chan had taught her the Flower Langue, if she remembered right Forget-me-not meant True love.

She gulped.

Well if she couldn’t say with words what she felt, maybe the flower would do.

Kohana walked over to the pot of Forget-me-not’s and picked one.

Turning to Obito, who was still examining the other flowers, she said softly: "Hey, Obito. Do you know what these flowers mean?"

Obito shook his head: "No, what do they mean?"

Kohana took a deep breath before answering: "They mean true love."

She handed him the flower and looked into his beautiful black eyes.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Obito smiled at her: "I didn't know that."

The girl felt her heart swell with hope.

Maybe this was a sign that Obito would finally see her as more than just a friend.

The hope was crushed not a second later as the boy curiously pointed at yellow flowers.

“What do they mean?”

Kohana felt like crying.

“These are Primroses...they mean Desperate.”

That had to be a cruel joke of faith!

Obito pouted and tucked the Forget-me-no behind his ear.

“Aww, I like the Forget-me-no more. Hey, do you think I should buy some for Rin?”

The girl felt a pang of disappointment at Obito's suggestion.

Of course, he would want to give the Forget-me-nots to Rin, the girl he had a crush on. She forced a smile and nodded her head, trying to hide her true feelings.

"Sure, that's a great idea."

As they left the flower shop, Kohana couldn't help but feel like she was stuck in a never-ending cycle of unrequited love.

But she refused to give up hope.

Maybe one day Obito would see her as more than just a friend.

Until then, she would continue to cherish their friendship and hold onto the small moments like this one where she felt like maybe, just maybe, there was something more between them.

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The Little Gods: Spirits of Place in Modern Paganism

In a previous post, we talked about gods, goddesses, and the many ways they can be worshiped in a modern pagan practice. However, the gods are not the only group of spiritual beings honored by modern pagans. While building relationships with deities makes up the bulk of practice for many people, a lot of pagans work with other groups of spirits as well, or may even work more closely with these “smaller” spirits than with the gods. One of these groups is the ancestors, the spirits of deceased humans who are part of our lineage — we’ll talk about them in a future post.

The other group of minor spirits commonly honored by modern pagans, and the topic of today’s post, are what I like to call the Spirits of Place. This is a broad category that includes land spirits, spirits of natural objects like trees and rivers, and spirits of man-made locations like a house or office building. Depending on your personal beliefs, it may also include animal guides, spirits of inanimate objects, and/or spirits honored in specific cultures like the fairies or the elves.

The idea that the world around us is spiritually alive and aware is present in some form in almost every culture and religion, and the worship of these Spirits of Place is well-documented in most historic pagan religions. For example, much of Irish folk spirituality revolves around appeasing the fairies, which we can understand as a special type of land spirit — this continued long after the conversion period, even after the worship of the Irish gods had faded into obscurity. Many Norse pagans honor the landvaettir (land spirits) and husvaettir (house spirits), which have survived in more recent Nordic folklore in the form of spirits like the Danish nisse or Swedish tomte, who are still honored at Christmas in some parts of Scandinavia. In Roman paganism, the lares, who are both land spirits and the guardians of man-made homes and are closely connected to the ancestors, are given a place of honor. Eclectic pagans may pull from one or more of these practices, or may honor their local spirits in their own unique way.

Honoring the Spirits of Place is not exclusive to pagan faiths. Practitioners of New Orleans Voodoo honor the ashe, the sacred energy, of the Mississipi River, one of their most prominent local landmarks. In Shinto, places and objects are said to have their own kami, which can be understood as gods or as spirits. Even in Christianity’s strictly monotheist system, God is often understood to be physically present in the world around us, a philosophy known as panentheism. I offer these non-pagan examples not because I think pagans should copy these other religions, but because I want to make a point about how pervasive the belief in Spirits of Place really is.

Connecting with the Spirits of Place can help us to engage more mindfully and in more meaningful ways with the world around us. When we accept that every plant, animal, rock, and building has its own spirit or soul, we interact with those objects in a more intentional way. We learn to think about our home not just as a place where we live, but as a spiritual entity that we have an active relationship with. We learn to think of our gardens not as a plot of dirt filled with plants, but as a community of land spirits and plant spirits all working together to provide us with nourishment. We learn to think of our cities not as concrete jungles, but as huge collections of spirits as diverse and fascinating as their human inhabitants. When we open our eyes to the spiritual world that exists alongside our own, we begin to see how the spiritual permeates every aspect of human life.

Connecting with Spirits of Place also offers a way for us to personalize and localize our practice. The Spirits of Place in Los Angeles will be very different from those of Brooklyn, Berlin, or Mexico City. Your local Spirits of Place are closely related to your local biome, as well as to the cultural groups that have influenced your community.

Because of this, the best way to connect with your own Spirits of Place is to learn about where you live. Research your local flora, fauna, and weather patterns — how is your ecosystem unique? Learn about local history and about the cultures who have influenced your area. All of these influences will give you some ideas for how to honor the spirits in your practice.

For example, I live in a temperate climate with four true seasons, clay-based soil, and lots of rain and humidity. Some of the local plant spirits that I feel closest to are the black locust tree, the magnolia tree, poke weed, and the birch tree. Some of the local animal spirits I feel closest to are the crow, the red-tailed hawk, the coyote, and the white-tailed deer. My local land spirits are as steadfast and strong as the nearby Appalachian mountains.

I live in the South, so our local spirits are also shaped by a history of racial oppression and persecution. They have witnessed the displacement of the Cherokee people, whose stolen land I live on today. They have witnessed the transatlantic slave trade and the continued oppression of Black people with Jim Crow and the rise of the Ku Klux Klan. They have witnessed devastating poverty in rural communities, including those of my ancestors. These scars run deep, creating a reverberations that I and other Southern folks still feel today. However, with the trauma of the South comes a rich diversity of influences, creating a unique culture unlike any other in the world. My Irish and Scottish ancestors brought their culture with them when they came to these mountains, where it mingled with the cultural influences of our Black and Latino neighbors, the Cherokee influences of our land, a deeply held Protestant Christian faith, and a special brand of magic that is unique to the South. All of this influences my local Spirits of Place, and I try to keep all of it in mind when interacting with them.

I honor my Spirits of Place by learning to identify local plants, respectfully and ethically foraging from those plants, and using them in my spiritual practice. I honor them by feeding the crows, and by greeting the deer when I encounter them on walks. I honor them by remembering the original inhabitants of this land, by supporting Native rights activists, and by donating to nonprofits that support the Eastern Band of the Cherokee, who originally lived in my area. I honor them by actively working to address the issue of racism in the South, up to and including attending Black Lives Matter protests and campaigning for an end to racialized police violence. I honor them by listening to my Cherokee, Black, and Latino neighbors and following their lead on Cherokee, Black, and Latino issues. I also honor them by practicing sustainable gardening techniques, working to lower my environmental impact, and by giving back to the land whenever I can.

If you don’t live in the same geographic area as me, the way you honor your Spirits of Place may look totally different. Don’t be afraid to make this practice your own — once you connect with your local spirits, they will be your guides.

Types of Spirits of Place

There are many, many types of spirits that fall into this category, and the list in this post is not meant to be exhaustive. My goal here is to give you an idea of some of the forms these spirits can take, so that you can begin to recognize the Spirits of Place that surround you in your own life.

Land spirits: These are spirits of specific geographical locations or features of the land. They may be as big as the Mississippi River or as small as the rosebush in your backyard. As you might imagine, these spirits don’t move around much, as they usually don’t venture far from the location they are tied to. In my experience, land spirits have a very stable, steady, and earthy presence.

Our relationship with the land spirits is a direct reflection of our relationship with the land itself. If we live our lives in a way that hurts the land by polluting it or stripping it of resources, it will be much harder to build a healthy relationship with the spirits of that land. The best way to live in right relationship with the land spirits is to treat the land you are living on with honor and respect.

In my personal practice, I call on the land spirits for help in my garden. I make offerings of food that is safe for local wildlife if they decide to help themselves, such as unsalted peanuts, birdseed, bread, or fresh fruit. When I make offerings, I make sure to thank the land spirits for sharing their home with me and for providing me with abundance. You might honor your local land spirits in a similar way, or you may find that another approach works better for you.

House spirits: It is not only natural places that have spirits — man-made buildings also have a spirit of their own. If you’ve ever stayed in a very old house, you probably felt its unique character while you were there. Every building has its own soul of sorts, which embodies the place, the way it is used, and the different people who have lived there. In my experience, these spirits tend to take on the energy of the people who live in or frequently use their building — the spirits of a happy home may have a kind, friendly presence, while the spirits of a dysfunctional business where employees are mistreated may have a mean streak.

Many of us overlook the spiritual importance of our homes. Our home is where we can be most vulnerable, and in most cases it’s probably where most of our daily spiritual practices take place. Our home is the base of operations we come back to at the end of each day. A home that feels safe, comfortable, and welcoming is important to our mental, emotional, and spiritual health. To maintain a healthy home, we need to maintain good relationships with the other people living there — but we can take this even further by striving to have a good relationship with our home itself.

Spirits of objects: Objects also have their on spirits. This applies not only to naturally occurring objects, but to man-made things as well.

Most people with even a passing interest in witchcraft or New Age spirituality are aware that crystals have unique energies and personalities and can act as spiritual allies. What many people don’t realize is that this is not something that is unique to crystals — all objects have a unique spiritual presence, and all of them can be powerful spiritual allies if you take the time to connect with them. A rock from your backyard can be just a powerful as an expensive crystal. So can a favorite sweater, your grandmother’s antique dishes, and even your cell phone.

The best way to connect with the spirits of objects is to talk to them. Tell them that you appreciate the role they serve in your life, and verbally thank them for their help. I find that these spirits don’t typically require offerings in the traditional sense — instead, you can practice reciprocity by keeping their homes in good condition. For example, if you want to connect with the spirit of a favorite stuffed animal, make sure the toy itself stays clean and in good repair.

Plant and animal spirits: Plant and animal spirits are different from spirits of objects because they are physically alive. Plants and animals live and breathe just as we do, which can make them a little easier to befriend and understand than the spirits of inanimate objects. If you’re not quite ready to start talking to your hairbrush, plant and animal spirits can be a good place to start.

Animal spirits are the easiest by far to connect with. Any pet owner will tell you that animals have souls that often seem just as complex as those of humans. Dogs and cats, for example, clearly feel love, joy, sadness, and pain just as humans do. Pets are an excellent way to begin connecting with animal spirits, because you already have a relationship with them in the physical world.

Next time you have a few minutes alone with your pet, try meditating on their spiritual presence. Can you feel their energy? Can you sense the wisdom they carry in their soul?

If you had a pet that died, you might try reaching out to them to see if they want to be involved in your spiritual practice. Dogs especially are very loyal to their owners, and can be called on for protection even after death. If you have ashes or bones from your pet, or if you have items like a collar or a favorite toy, you can include them on an altar or some other special place and make regular offerings of treats or pet food in exchange for their protection.

Some pagans, especially Wiccans and other neopagans, choose to work with familiars, which are a special kind of animal ally. There is a common misconception that a familiar is any animal you feel especially close to, but that isn’t quite how it works. A familiar is an animal that serves as a spiritual ally — traditionally, by helping witches with their magic. The familiar can be a living animal, but it is more often a purely spiritual being.

These animal spirit allies exist in other forms in other pagan religions. In Norse paganism, the fylgja is a spiritual guide that often appears in the form of an animal. The animal form the fylgja takes is closely related to the personality of the person it is attached to, and they are often tied to that person’s fate. In Irish folklore, the fetch is a spiritual double of a human that often appears as an animal. In Kemetic polytheism, one of the parts of the soul is the ba, which often appears as a bird with a human head and which represents a person’s personality. In all of these cases, the animal guide can be understood as an extension of the practitioner, rather than as a separate being like the familiar.

Plant spirits are a little bit different. In my experience, these spirits are quieter and more reserved than most animal spirits, and they tend to work in more subtle ways. Plant spirits are still, steadfast allies that tend to work behind the scenes, so you may not have as many face-to-face interactions with them as you do with animals or land spirits.

The best way to begin connecting with plant spirits is to start keeping a houseplant. As you care for your plant, talk to it! Tell it how much you appreciate it, and thank it for its contribution to keeping your space beautiful and safe. Appropriate offerings for plant spirits are exactly what you would expect: water, fertilizer, and plant food.

Cryptids and folkloric creatures: In the modern era, folklore has given way to urban legends and created a new kind of mythology. Like traditional folklore, urban legends are spread by word of mouth and change organically as they are told and retold. Many urban legends are tied to specific locations, and many of them feature strange and mysterious creatures who can be understood as modern land spirits.

For example, the Loch Ness Monster can be seen as the spirit of Loch Ness. The Jersey Devil is tied to the Pine Barrens in New Jersey. Mothman is tied to Point Pleasant, West Virginia. Although these are some of the most famous modern cryptids, most towns have their own urban legends — if you ask around, you’ll likely find stories of some kind of spectral guardian tied to your area. My college campus has a handful of its own urban legends, including one of a female spirit who appears to warn students of coming disasters. Find out who your local cryptids are, and look for ways to incorporate them into your practice.

These different types of spirits are sometimes filtered through different cultural lenses, which changes the way they interact with humans. For example, an Irish fairy is very different from a Japanese kami, even though both technically fall into the larger category of land spirits. If you feel drawn to a specific tradition’s approach to working with the Spirits of Place, I advise you to do your own research into that tradition — including making sure that it isn’t part of a closed cultural practice which you are not party to. Look for sources written by members of the living culture of that tradition, rather than books written by outsiders.

Connecting with the Spirits of Place

Here are some activities you can do to strengthen your connection with the Spirits of Place:

Make offerings. As I mentioned above, you can honor the spirits with offerings. Just make sure that, if you leave offerings outside, you only offer things that are biodegradable and are safe for local wildlife. If you don’t want to leave physical offerings, you can offer acts of service like picking up litter, watering plants, or volunteering at an animal shelter.

Create an altar. Altars are an excellent way to create space in your life for the spirits. My herb garden doubles as an altar to the land spirits, with a small Green Man statue to represent the spirits and a place where I can leave offerings. I also have a table indoors where I keep most of my houseplants, which is also a sacred space of sorts. The type of altar you create and its location will depend on the spirits you want to connect with — the possibilities are limitless.

Start a compost pile. Compost piles make excellent offerings to land spirits and plant spirits. While compost isn’t quite as simple as ��just throw all your leftover food in a pile,” it’s not difficult if you know what you are doing. When composting, it’s important to maintain a balance between carbon-rich “brown” material (leaves, undyed paper, cardboard, etc.) and nitrogen-rich “greens” (fruit and veggie scraps, coffee grounds, egg shells, etc.) — you want about four times as much brown as green in your compost. There are some things you shouldn’t add to your compost, like meat, dairy products, and greasy foods. Start your compost with a layer of brown material — preferably twigs or straw to allow good airflow. Alternate layers of green and brown materials as you add to the pile. Every time you add to your compost, verbally express your gratitude to the land spirits. Your compost should be moist, but not soggy — you’ll know it’s ready when it’s dark and crumbly and smells like soil. Use it on your garden and in your houseplant pots, or donate it to a local community garden.

Hold a territory acknowledgement. A territory acknowledgement is a way to insert awareness of indigenous people whose lands were stolen from them. You can acknowledge indigenous territory at the beginning of public religious events, or at the beginning of your private rituals. This practice will help you develop a deeper understanding of the history of your land, which can help deepen your connection to it as well as honoring its original inhabitants. A territory acknowledgement can be as simple as: “I acknowledge and honor this land, which is called [indigenous name of your area] and is home to the people of [indigenous nation].” Make sure you take the time to learn the correct pronunciation for these indigenous words. You can find out who originally lived in your area and what they called it by visiting native-land.ca.

Donate to conservation efforts. Instead of making physical offerings, make a donation to an environmentalist cause and dedicate it to your Spirits of Place. Look for groups that work in your local area, such as nonprofits dedicated to fighting deforestation and climate change, groups that protect rare and endangered native plants, or wildlife rehabilitation centers. Even volunteering at an animal shelter can be an appropriate offering to animal spirits.

Start a garden with native plants. Do some research into your local ecosystem — what plants are native to your area? Which of them are edible? Which of them have spiritual uses? Buy or forage seeds from these plants and start a 100% native garden. Growing and eating food that is native to your area can help deepen your connection to the land, the local plant spirits, and the cycle of the seasons.

Replace mainstream cleansing herbs with native plants. White sage, palo santo, frankincense, and sandalwood, some of the most popular cleansing herbs among modern pagans, are all endangered due to over-harvesting. Instead of buying endangered plants from far off lands, try to find a native plant you can use instead. If you’re lucky enough to live somewhere where rosemary or lavender is native, you’re in luck! If not, try researching some of the plants in your backyard — you might be surprised what you find. Most plants in the Salvia (sage) family can be burned as incense to cleanse and consecrate a space. This family includes over 1,000 species spread out over Europe, Asia, and the Americas. Many trees also have cleansing properties, especially coniferous trees like pine, cedar, and juniper. Find out what is abundant in your area and find ways to incorporate it into your rituals.

Go for a hike. While bringing the Spirits of Place into our homes can be deeply meaningful, it’s also important to get out there and meet them on their own terms. Try to make time to get out in nature, and be open to connecting with the spirits you find on these trips. You don’t have to go far — even hanging out in a backyard or city park can allow you to connect with the land.

Feed the birds. And the squirrels, and the deer, or whatever other critters you have. Now, I am not recommending approaching wild animals and trying to befriend them. I am also not recommending feeding animals people food. Nature often rests in a delicate balance, and directly feeding wild animals can make them dependent on humans, which could be dangerous for them. While feeding local animals can be an excellent offering, it’s important to do it in a way that is safe and non-instrusive. It’s best to leave food in a place you know is frequented by animals, then let them find it after you’ve gone. Bird feeders and squirrel feeders are a great way to do this.

Clean your house. One of the best ways to honor house spirits? Keep their living space clean! Try to keep your house tidy and be a good roommate to its spirits. Try not to let clutter pile up, and take time to sweep, mop, and dust every once in a while. You can even ask your house spirits to help you keep the house clean — just make sure you’re also doing your fair share of housework, or they may get upset about the unfair arrangement.

These “little gods” of places and objects are often forgotten, but they are an important part of daily pagan practice. While the gods rule over grand concepts and forces of nature, and the ancestors are tied to our family and community, the Spirits of Place make up the ground we stand on, the air we breathe, and the places we call home. Perhaps more than any other group of spirits, they are truly the gods of the everyday.

Resources:

Water Magic by Lilith Dorsey

Southern Cunning by Aaron Oberon

Simply Living Well by Julia Watkins

The Way of Fire and Ice by Ryan Smith

A Practical Heathen’s Guide to Asatru by Patricia M. Lafayllve

Where the Hawthorn Grows by Morgan Daimler

Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner by Scott Cunningham

Temple of the Cosmos by Jeremy Naydler

[prettyboykatsuki]

college au braindump: 

sero - fine arts and graphic design double major. changes his mind last minute and is paying for college mostly out of pocket (his parents offered help, he’s just super fucking stubborn). works two jobs and sells drugs (weed and addy) to his fellow students 

kiri - d1 athlete who is as dumb as a bag of rocks when it comes to book smarts specifically, does enough to get bye and makes a lot of money, the only class he does above average in is language and sometimes science. reading his essays make you wanna tear your hair out 

kami - cs major who wants to design video game eventually. literally not good at anything else but computer science LMAO. got in on a partial scholarship and tries his best but gets no play at all. wants to work at nintendo or square enix some day. super cute and lives with mina 

bkg - also a d1 athlete who’s smart and studies alot. spends his first two years undecided and eventually goes into something unexpected, a stem field. he gets really interested in bioengineering and when he retires as an athlete - he pursues that. 

why you should avoid them at all costs

sero - broke and kind of pretentious about what he does. also lowkey a complete whore :/ he be in ppls dms telling them he’s gonna draw them after they fuck and then he ghosts. he likes you cause you bully him a lot and he’s into that. 

kiri - no reason rlly but his dick is RLLY big and he’s super dense so catching romantic feelings for him is like talking to a wall. he’s really sweet but doesn’t understand when you’re busy bc he does not study bc he simply doesn’t have to. every class he’s in they put on a curve so he can pass. 

kami - cs major. that’s really it. he’s actually okay cause he’s like a malewife cs major but if you don’t like being called mommy, he might not be the one for you 

bkg - doesn’t repsond to you ever but will call you at the most random times and get genuinely upset when you don’t respond. will let people flirt with him 24/7 but gets mad if a someone even breathes near you too much. generally insufferable.

[tenyacore]

bakusquad hangout night!

-> ashido mina, sero hanta, kaminari denki, kirishima eijiro, and bakugo katsuki x gn!reader (separately)

once again, the idea, in my head, is frickin god tier and the execution? whoever told her she was cute was lying to her, she's nothing of the sort 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ hate this shit

warnings: denki's is kinda gross LOL, sero's has weed/smoking, overall lots of swearing !!

word count: 181 (mina), 186 (sero), 183 (kami), 185 (kiri), 188 (baku).

alternative title: lemme show you a micropenis

check out my masterlist for more of my works !!

with the school week coming to an end, kaminari, sero, kirishima, and ashido decided to have a fun night, dragging you and bakugo with them, whether you wanted to join in or not. everyone got in their pajamas, bringing snacks and various activities with them. when you got there, everyone’s doing something different. who’re you joining?

ashido, trying to paint the boys’ nails

✿ well, at first it was just her nails that she was painting

✿ but she finished quickly and she was all sad

✿ “DAMN that was speedy as fuck iida aint got nothin on me but what tf do i do now”

✿ then she starts painting the boys’ nails

✿ started with kirishima but he was tryna fight an enderman and he got nail polish all over his thumb LOL

✿ when you join in you get denki to pull out cards with one hand so that you guys could paint the other

✿ gave him yellow nails with a black middle finger nail and honestly he’s liking it

✿ you two go around trying to paint the boys’ nails and running away from bakugo, before settling down in the middle of the room

✿ kirishima just got red nails, sero’s were multi colored, and bakugo allowed black nails but ONLY black nails

✿ you decide to add details to her painted nails as she plays with your hair, and you two end up watching the tv together cuddled up in a blanket for the rest of the night.

sero, smoking out of the window on the bed

✿he was getting pretty lonely smoking that blunt by himself QQ

✿ but i mean the weed was delectable, chefs kiss 10/10 soooo he didn't mind

✿ he had the company of his tiktok for you page (and this mans is on DEEPTOK so yk that shit’s trippy as fuck)

✿ when you joined in he was quick to wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you closer to watch videos together

✿ which meant every time you exhaled the smoke out of the window BEHIND you guys you had to turn your face towards him which made for some very,, unintentionally intimate moments

✿ “stop kissing over there!!” ashido would laugh every now and then, only leading to you being very flustered and sero yelling “we aren’t kissing!!!”

✿ you were indirectly kissing though, you were sharing a blunt

✿ might as well kiss already anyways >3< pucker up serito

✿ no matter what your tolerance to weed is, you ended up smoking wayyyy too much, but you were having a good time nonetheless.

✿ he took care of you the rest of the night, covering you, bringing you snacks and drinks, etc.

kaminari, playing cah by himself

✿ no one wanted to play cards against humanity with him so he just played by himself

✿ anyone else watching the scene would say it was sad he was playing by himself but he was honestly having so much fun

✿ when you walked in he was cackling loudly, and when you joined him you asked what he was laughing about.

✿ he showed you a group of three cards that said “the entire internet: hours of fun. easy to use. perfect for a cat video so cute that your eyes roll back and your spine slides out of your anus!”

✿ what the FUCK is goin on man 🧍‍♀️

✿ you bet that you could beat him if you guys played together and so the battle started

✿ “hey baby, come back to my place and i’ll show you a micropenis” was his best one, but you won the game withhhh

✿ “when i was tripping on acid, a cooler full of organs turned into free samples.”

✿ it was so gross but fun, and you guys laughed the whole time as you continued, and the game lasted the whole night.

kirishima, playing minecraft poorly

✿ when you walked in, mans was tryna beat an enderman with his LIL BLOCK FISTS

✿ you laughed and joined him, and once the enderman killed him you reminded him that he has to make a sword

✿ he hadn't even made a little hut at that point, he was just wandering around

✿ and he thought he could beat the frickin ENDERDRAGON LIKE THAT

✿as if,, his irl quirk,, would translate into minecraft,, um,,

✿ you start playing on separate controllers and you two became cute lil adventurers together !!

✿ the amount of villages you guys raided together before finally settling on a flower biome (!!) is too many to count

✿ you guys even got dogs and named them pebble, rock, and boulder !! cutest in da world

✿ he did lots of hunting and defending your little base cause he thought it was the manliest

✿ you did lots of farming and building, along with, well, pretty much everything else

✿ you guys would go mining together and he’d always share the ores and such that he got

✿ cute lil domestic minecraft playing. you guys stayed up the whole night playing the game

bakugo, grumbling to himself in a corner

✿ he did NOT wanna be there bruh

✿ he was just in the mf corner, moaning and groaning about how this wasn't fun at all and he wanted to go to bed

✿ then you came and sat next to him and started talking

✿ as much as he enjoys your company he still felt like he had to do something or he was gonna fall asleep

✿ you two ended up leaving the group anyways, going over to the kitchen as you guys looked for something to cook or eat

✿ he decided to cook up some late night instant ramen and when he finished you guys sat on the counter and ate it together

✿ you burned your tongue a couple times and he told you to stop acting like the food’s running away from you

✿ fuckin bitch LMAO but he also bit his tongue so he got what he deserved

✿ you guys talked about everything and nothing, at times the conversation actually getting really deep, like what he genuinely wants for the future

✿ in the end, you got to spend a nice night talking with each other over some bomb ramen

[xshinigamikittenx]

Haze and Heat: Katsuki x Reader

Thank you SO MUCH to smurff on Twitter for creating the art to pair with the piece I wrote for Bakugo's birthday. I cant explain how much I love this.

a/n: This is my contribution to the Bakugo Birthday Bash Collab! So glad I got to be a part of this and I cant wait to read everyone else's work! Check out the masterlist here!

okay so, disclaimer, this is very vanilla and loving (which is not what I usually write). I'm a shameless selfish simp for this man and I just wrote what came to me and this just happened to be it. This is still NSFW but it's soft and it makes my heart feel all fuzzy. 🧡

I also made a playlist for this piece! You'll find it below the cut!

wc: 5.4K

tw/cw: drug use, alcohol use, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, vanilla sex

Trying to plan a secret party for your boyfriend was like trying to bottle lightning. Katsuki’s class schedule was saved in your phone, your daily lunch breaks and spontaneous hook ups rotating around when both of you were free from your lectures or labs. It took one group text and a shit ton of badly executed white lies to get the squad to Katsuki’s off campus apartment armed with confetti poppers, alcohol and snacks. But when Katsuki opened the door to everyone yelling and confetti flying everywhere all he had to say was, “Babe, what are all these extras doing in my apartment,” smirking and pulling you in by the waist as your friends gathered around him.

The surprise portion of the party may have been a little weak but getting everyone together to celebrate Katsuki proved to be a welcome reprieve for everyone from the looming stress of finals. Mina’s playlist pulses through the speakers while Kiri and Denki push the coffee table out from the center of the room, making more space for everyone to cluster together. The room gets hazy and warm, the last of the daylight filtering through the window as the alcohol dwindles, the air growing foggier from the bong Sero is passing around.

“Baku-brooo,” Kaminari’s voice croaks from across the room, holding out the swirled black and yellow bong as he releases a sizable plume of smoke. Katsuki turns from his conversation with Mina and Kiri, grinning with his whiskey and coke in hand, “You’re looking duncier than usual,” he laughs, walking towards him on the couch, “You know I don’t smoke idiot.” You laugh, leaning back against the counter as you bite into one of the fudge brownies from the spread of snacks behind you. The running joke is that Katsuki’s birthday is on 4/20, which may as well be National Weed Day and Katsuki didn’t partake but that didn’t stop his friends from trying.

Sero and Kami lean into each other on the couch laughing hysterically at Katsuki’s predictable response. “Bro,” Sero says through tears, “You ate all those chocolates though.”

Your eyes widen, halting your chewing on a mouthful of brownie as you watch Katsuki throw his head back and laugh. That was not the reaction you were expecting. You cover your mouth in an attempt to choke down a laugh as you walk toward him, your curiosity at the situation peaking. “Jesus Christ, Sero, you put weed in the fucking chocolate?” You make it over to the couch where Katsuki has flopped himself down, legs wide and arms stretched across the back.

You run your hands through his sandy blonde hair, your fingertips grazing the nape of his neck to the top of his head, the vibration of a satisfied hum melting into your hand. He tilts his head back to look up at you, his crimson eyes bright and glassy. “Hey babyface,” he says, reaching up to cup your cheek. You smile down at him, your face flushing more than it already was from the alcohol warming your blood. “I gotta ask babe, how many of those chocolates did you have?”

You laugh into his hand, “I didn’t have any because I had this,” you hold the half eaten brownie up over his face and he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before he speaks, “Hold up, who brought-?”

“Good, right,” Sero pipes up, pointing to the chocolate confection in your hand.

You looked over at him, nodding with wide eyes, “So fucking good.” He smiles so wide his eyes squeeze shut, all teeth and shaggy black hair. They’re fucking delicious, but you couldn’t imagine Sero in the kitchen. He’s way too laid back for the necessary attention to detail required for baking. “Wait, did you make these,” you ask.

Kami shoves Sero’s arm, laughing “Ha! Hell no! Sato whipped those babies up. Sero just supplied the oil.” Oh, shit. Oil? Your eyes widen as you realize you’d practically inhaled almost a whole edible by yourself. You look down at Katsuki, his eyes matching your shocked expression as his gaze flicks to the bite of brownie you have left in your hand. You don’t notice the splitting grin dancing across your face until his lips curl up in a wide smile. The fact that neither of you realized you were high hits you like a soft smack to the face and you’re overcome with the hilarity of the whole situation.

Warmth spreads through your body, leaning into Katsuki’s calloused hand as laughter erupts from your lips. Sero and Kami follow suit, practically hanging off of each other, eyes closed in a fit of hysteria. When you open your eyes, you meet Katsuki’s lingering gaze, bringing your hand to meet his, still resting on your face. His head is laying on the back of the couch, crimson eyes falling to your lips as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

His hand travels to the back of your head, pulling you down towards him as he sits up, brushing his lips against yours when they meet. His breath is warm, his tongue grazing your bottom lip, making your insides flutter as you place your hands on either side of his face. You stroke the line of his jaw, running your fingers along the rise of his neck down to his collarbone, the vibrations of the low rumble in his chest melting into your fingertips.

He smiles against your lips, pulling away as you hear Sero and Denki’s “Oooooooh” mockingly from their shared space on the couch adjacent to you. Katsuki keeps his fingers laced in your hair and the room becomes a blur. His eyes crimson embers pulling you in like a moth to flame. He keeps his eyes on you as he puts his drink between his legs, freeing his other hand to hold up a middle finger in his friends’ direction. His smirk pulls a snicker from your chest, the fuzzy floating feeling the edible was providing settling into your limbs.

The sound of Kiri’s voice is distant, but the echo makes it evident that he’s talking to Katsuki. He smiles, “Is that Shitty Hair?” he asked you, his gaze never leaving your face as he spoke. You laugh at him, “Sure is.” His hand returns to the drink resting between his thighs as he glances down, his head unmoving from the back of the couch. Kiri laughed, catching Katsuki’s hazy glare, “Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes, laughing, “I can see you’re busy.” You looked up at Kiri, a lazy smirk lilting across your face. “I would say get a room but this is your apartment,” he joked, holding his drink up to Katsuki, “But Mina has class in the morning and she’s my ride, so we’re gonna head out.”

Katsuki sat up, planting a kiss on your forehead before he stood up, putting his drink on the side table. You roll your eyes, laughing at their ritualistic bro hug and walk over to wrap your arms around Katsuki’s waist, closing your eyes and swaying to the music letting his warmth sink into you. He laughs, his broad hand sliding over your arm as his body weight leaned into you. His voice is tender and enveloping, distracting you from the sudden halt of the music as Mina disconnects her phone. She walks over and wraps her arms around you and Katsuki, her coiled pink hair brushing against your nose as she offered her parting birthday wishes.

“Have fun you two,” she sings into your ear, giggling as she pulls away before looking over at Kami and Sero. “Come on dumb and dumber, it’s time to go.” You hear them groan in protest behind you as they heave themselves up off the couch, Sero’s custom bong in hand. Sero sidles up beside you, raising an eyebrow up at Katsuki, “My parting gift from me to you, bro.”

“Tch, Tree boy, if I rip this will you get your ass out of here?” Katsuki grinned, swiping the lighter and the swirled glass tube out of Sero’s grasp, the water in the bottom sloshing slightly at his movements.

“It’s a Christmas miracle,” Denki gasps with a mocking tone, leaning forward to watch Katsuki light the bowl.

“And take Dunceface with you,” he smirks, before placing his lips around the rim of the mouthpiece letting the globe fill with thick tendrils of smoke. He grips the lighter and lifts the bowl slightly while he inhales.

Kiri laughs with his arm slung around Mina’s shoulders, eyes wide, “Damn, Bakubro’s hittin that shit!” In the same moment, Katsuki turns, tossing the lighter to Sero as he clasps his hand under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. He’s utterly mesmerizing, the angles of his face framing his hooded scarlet eyes dropping to your lips. He pulls you in, his warm mouth opening you up for him as he breathes into you. The languid coils of smoke seeping into your open mouth as you inhale your shared breath. His kiss is soft and deep, flames licking at your core as you close your eyes melting into his lips moving against you. His tongue slips into your wanting mouth, the warm whiskey taste lingering even when he pulls away. You hum your satisfaction, tugging your bottom lip into your teeth as you open your eyes, just enough to see him through your lashes.

You don’t realize your friends silently making their exit as you tug at the sides of Katsuki’s shirt, holding the fabric loosely in your fists as he wraps his arms around you, his toned body rippling through the soft fabric of his shirt. You sink into him, a gravitational pull you’re all too willing to give into while he looks down at you slipping his hands underneath your shirt, trailing his fingertips up and down the expanse of your back. Your body hums at his touch, the sound floating into the air around you as his hands ignite every nerve under your skin, flickering to life like the first breaths of a flame kissed match.

He breathes a soft laugh, “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Mmmhmm,” you exhale into him, reaching around him to give him the same treatment. It felt too good not to share. Your nails just barely drag along the toned muscles of his back, pulling a low rumble from his chest, reverberating into you. The feeling makes you chuckle against him, the pull to look up at his face too great to even attempt to fight. When you do, your eyes meet; burning embers, blown out and enveloping you in heat. A smirk creeps across his face as his hands travel down towards your waist, fingers pushing into you just enough to send shocks streaming through your body.

An involuntary laugh erupts from your lips, your arms pulling into your chest in an attempt to escape the barrage of sensation his hands were inflicting in the form of feather light touches and gripping caresses. You squeal, as you throw your head back, unable to stop the rush of laughter rising from your chest as you manage to escape his grasp, darting towards the couch to grab a pillow for a makeshift shield. At least this was your plan until you hear his voice, “Ohhh no, don’t even think about it,” he laughs, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you back mid-stride. Your feet leave the floor as he holds you against his hardened chest, spinning you to face him when your center of gravity shifts, lifting your arms to clasp around his shoulders.

He embraces you, cushioning the fall into the plush pillows on the couch. His head buries into the crook of your neck, the face splitting grin dancing on his lips as low breathy laughter vibrates along your skin. Your hands travel up into his hair, gently tugging on his blonde strands as your lips meet the curve of his jaw. He nuzzles into your neck, tightening his arms around you as he breathes you in, like you would slip through his fingertips and disappear. Your heart rate rises, feeling the weight of his body melting against yours.

Your fingers travel down his back, watching as the goosebumps awaken the surface of his skin. “Your hands...they feel so good.” His words caress the side of your face as he shifts his weight to slip one arm out from from underneath you, lying on his side. Your body craves his touch, lifting your hands to clasp around the back of his neck as he sits up on his elbow, splaying his hand against your back while the other travels along the length of your arm to the hollow of your neck. His fingertips leave a trail of smoldering heat, igniting every one of your senses as a shiver ripples through you. Your eyes flutter closed, your breath hitching as your back arches, trying to keep the feeling of him against your skin.

Your fingers involuntarily grip the neckline of his shirt, the contact of his slow deliberate touches are centering you and simultaneously unraveling you. Your lips part, your stuttering breaths pulling an inquisitive hum from Katsuki’s chest. “Baby, your face...your face is warm.” You open your eyes when you feel his hand cupping your cheek, tracing his thumb along the contour of your bottom lip. You look up into the crimson pools of his eyes washing over you as he watches your body’s reactions like he was memorizing every one of your breaths and movements.

“I wanna hear your voice...tell me what it feels like.” He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, his eyes closing as he slips his hand beneath the fabric of your shirt. A shuddering inhale fills your lungs as his fingers outline slow circles along the surface of your skin. Ghost touches that make your senses sing in tune with the heat blooming from your core as his breaths fan your face, his lips a breadth away from yours.

“It feels like...like rain… ” you breathe into him, his smiling lips grazing against your open mouth, as he hums his approval. His fingertips whisper across your skin, slipping under the soft cups of your bra. His hands are warm, fingers weaving pulses of pleasure through every nerve ending in your body as he twirls the lightest circles around your nipple. Your breaths are coming quicker, all your senses hyper focused on his movements, but hazy from the overwhelming feeling his touch sends coursing through you.

You tilt your chin up, your lips begging to taste him as you exhale a soft moan. He pulls away, just enough for his voice to linger into your open mouth. “What does it feel like now…?” He kisses the corner of your lips, flicking his tongue against your skin as he travels down your jawline. A swell of heat ripples through you as the warmth of his rhythmic breaths brushes against your ear. “Sparks…like sparks,” you whisper, eyes closed, enveloped in the feeling of him teasing the edges of your sanity.

He sighs into you, sliding the hand pressing against the small of your back, up towards the clasp of your bra, unhooking it with deft fingers. Your breast falls into his waiting palm, cupping you in his calloused hand as he massages you in slow circles. Every touch, every breath, sinks you further into the magnetic pull he wields over your body. Your muscles tighten, your insides lighting up like a coiling fuse, igniting you with every passing second leading to your imminent undoing.

Your body moves against him, feeling the ridges of his arousal pressing through the fabric of his pants. Your breath catches as the thought of him inside you, pushing the mounds of your breasts into his hand, wordlessly begging him to touch more of you. “Babe...your body,” he hums against your neck, between petal soft kisses, “...you’re so fucking perfect.” His words fill you with warmth, every inch of your skin brimming with the want, the need to see more of him. “Katsuki…” you breathe into his neck, loosening your grip on his hair to let your hands fall to either side of his face, pulling him up to soak him in. Your eyes trace the shape of his face, the soft light of the setting sun highlighting the curve of his cheeks, the angles of his jaw and his smirking lips. An overwhelming craving to taste him flares at the center of your mind when you meet his gaze. He’s looking into you, burning ember eyes pulling at the innermost threads of your senses, and you’re willfully unravelling.

His fingers tighten at the nape of your neck, pulling you closer. “I wanna feel you,” he whispers, his eyes never leaving yours. Blood rushes through you as your heart pounds in your chest, eyes falling to his parted lips as the space between you crackles at the edges where your breaths begin to meet. The riptide of every emotion you could possibly feel pulls you under and you crash into him, your hands clenching into fists, pulling at the fabric of his shirt, desperate to feel every inch of him against you.

His hand travels down the length of your body, gliding across your skin like the surface of a map he didn’t need eyes to navigate. Your muscles tighten, your thighs pressing together to appease your aching center, clenching and needy for every brush of friction you could get. His tongue grazes against your lips, teasing your mouth open for him to deepen your kiss. He’s sweet and warm, the remedy to the addiction your body is unwilling to fight. You move against him, his length grinding against your thigh as his hand cups your pulsing core. He growls into your panting mouth, smirking as he stills his movements, “I can feel your heartbeat here,” the heated circles he’s pressing into the fabric of your leggings matching the pulse at the apex of your thighs.

You’re all but evaporating in his hands, your legs parting, offering him all that remains of you, molten need and panting breaths unable to contain your pleading whimpers. “You’re soaking through these,” he says, his voice laced with awestruck wonder, marveling at your body’s response to his touch. He’s watching you squirm, the corner of his lips curled up in a soft smile as he follows your hips rolling into his fingers. Every small movement ushers a flood of pleasure, threatening to capsize any control you have left.

“Touch me...please,” you breathe through pleading lips. He looks down at you, meeting your eyes as he smooths his hand across your stomach, lifting the fabric of your shirt. Your hands wrap around his arm, solid and rippling as you watch him drink in the image of you, his eyes trailing from your breasts to your toes before claiming your gaze again. You’re both heated breaths and dripping need, your hands never leaving his as he slides his fingers down beneath the fabric clinging to your legs. “Baby…” he sighs, his fingers easing into your saturated core, slick with want.

Your head drops back onto the arm of the couch, mouth falling open as he teases your entrance with two fingers. He pushes his fingertips inside you, pulling a gasp from your lips as you grind into him. You want more; you need more, your nails digging into his arm as he slides in and out of you, trailing his fingers up through your plush lips to pinch your clit. A jolt sings through you, a moan involuntarily flying past your lips before his fingers, glistening with your arousal, slips into your open mouth. “I want you to taste what I’m going to taste.”

Your tongue glides between his thick fingers, the taste of your hunger for him soaking into your mouth as you wrap your lips around him, sucking softly as he grinds his hips against your thigh, a low moan rippling through his chest. He looks down at you, the heat in his cheeks reddening the tip of his ears, “Baby...I need you,” he breathed, pushing down gently on your tongue to open your mouth, trailing his fingers down past your lips to push your underwear and leggings down. His gaze shifts, watching the fabric unveil the supple curves of your hips and thighs, gripping the back of your leg and pushing them up to bend at the knee, to remove the offending layers. His hand trails down the back of your thigh, dropping down to the pooling heat dripping from your clenching pussy. You whimper up at him, your fingers digging into the cushion of the couch, closing your eyes as the goosebumps race across your skin. You can almost feel his breaths pick up while he watches you, feeling the sopping mess you were becoming at his fingertips.

“God, I want you so fucking bad,” he growls, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and shifting his weight as he slides the arm beneath you to cradle you, rolling you on top of him to straddle his center on your knees. His legs are stretched out beneath you, the pressure of his throbbing length pressing against your ass as your hands slide under his shirt, reveling in every ridge and valley of his hardened body. He sits up, leaning forward to let you pull the soft fabric off over his head, his skin almost glowing in the warm light of the setting sun whispering through the window.

The lines and curves of his body never cease to amaze you, the muscles in his chest down to his waist, taut and rippling. His breaths are rhythmic and heated, shoulders rising and falling as he watches you slip your shirt off over your head, your hair falling against your back as you drop the fabric in a heap on the floor. His hands blanket your back, sitting up further to pull you into him, his lips leaving a trail of open mouth kisses against your chest, “So fucking perfect” he sighs into your skin, one of his hands brushing around your waist to cup your full breast in his palm before sucking your hardned nipple into his warm mouth.

The moan swelling in his chest vibrates against your skin, his teeth softly nipping at you as your hands clasp the nape of his neck, fingers intertwining in his hair, letting your head tilt back. You can feel his cock twitching between your legs, his panting breaths fanning against you as he shifts to pay equal attention to the opposite breast. You rock into him, rolling your hips against his hardened length as his hands drop to grip your ass, collecting a handful as his fingers dig into you, lifting you up enough for him to slide underneath you. He pulls your body forward, his lips a breadth away from your aching pussy as the heat from his mouth fans against you, “I want this perfect fucking pussy...I wanna taste you.”

The pads of his fingers press into you, kneading your thighs in his massive hands. “Put it on my tongue baby.” You rock your hips into his waiting mouth, gasping at the feeling of his tongue tracing your slit. He flicks and sucks at your swollen clit, his growls vibrating into you as you lean forward gripping the arm of the couch as your muscles tighten. You roll your pussy in small circles, arching your back to feel him lapping at every inch of your dripping core. His breaths are coming faster, rushing out in rasping moans as his arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you further down into his mouth to slip his tongue into your clenching entrance.

The force of his grip pulls a gasp from your lips as he inhales you, “hahh...hnnng, Katsuki, please, please…”

Your velvet walls weep for him as he opens his mouth, flicking your clit with his tongue, “You taste so fucking good baby,” he groans, his hips rutting, begging for friction against his dripping cock.

He drags his tongue through your soaking lips, from your entrance to your clit, wrapping his lips around you as he takes soft breaths, suckling you, pushing you to the brink of your release. “Fuck...Katsuki, please I want- I need you.”

He’s panting, your hands fisting in his hair as you lean back, giving yourself over to the gravity of everything he is. Your insides prime to snap, his tongue mercilessly strumming against your clit as his hands reach up to cup your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. You grab hold of his hands, feeling them move under your touch as the pressure builds inside you, your breath hitching as whines and moans pour out of your lips.

“Let me taste you baby...give it to me,” he mutters into you, his words tipping you over the edge into a weightless, all consuming free fall.

“Fuck, fuck, Katsu-I-haah, hnnngh, FUCK!” Your pussy flutters against his tongue as he grips your thighs lapping at your entrance as your body bucks against his open mouth. White hot heat flashes through you in waves, blinding and melting the edges of your sanity. Every drop, every piece of you is his, and he drinks you in like you’re the elixir he needs in order to breathe.

“So fucking sweet baby,” he whispers against you, leaving open mouth kisses along your soft lips. “I need to be inside you babe, I can’t take it anymore.” His voice is pleading, fingertips digging into your skin and his hips roll behind you. You look down at him, meeting his gaze, his eyes wordlessly begging to feel more of you. A small smile tugs at the corners of your panting lips, sitting up on your knees to let him push his pants down, freeing his dripping cock.

You lean forward, pushing your ass back against the tip of his pulsing length as your tongue slips into his mouth tasting your arousal still soaked into his lips. He moans into you, his hands gripping your hips as he bends his legs, pushing up from the couch to gain more leverage, grinding his dick against you. You arch your back, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance as you roll your hips. Your lips brush against each other, open mouths, hot panting breaths, your bodies pressing together as his hands travel down your back, gripping the swell of your ass. “Katsuki....” you whisper, pulling gently on his bottom lip with your teeth before you push yourself up, hands splayed against his chest, looking into his hooded scarlet eyes as you lift your hips, hovering over the tip of his dick, slick with the mixture of your arousal and his dripping pre.

His lips part, watching your body move over him, hands resting on the curve where your waist meets your hips, eyes glossed over and shining with hunger and need. “Baby...let me love you. I wanna see you...please.” It wasn’t the visible surface of you he was begging for, but the sight of you losing yourself in him, the vulnerable, soft image you hid away for everyone but him. The way his face, his touch, his voice makes your insides bloom like you had never seen sunlight, never felt real warmth before you met him; like his existence was the magnetic force keeping your feet on the ground and your head in the clouds. There was nothing more in that moment that you wanted than to feel him fit so perfectly inside you, like you were made for the other, a piece of yourself you didn’t know you were missing until he was staring you in the face.

You move your hand down to the base of his length, his girth filling your hand almost to the point where your fingertips couldn't touch. A low moan escapes his panting lips, watching you as your eyes study his face, lowering yourself down to take him into you. You’re both heavy breaths, and heat, your gaze searing into each other as you sink further down, every inch of him filling you up and the slight burn of him stretching you out heating your insides as you envelop him. You’re gasping for air and he hasn’t even started to move yet, it’s all you can do to keep still, his hands holding you in place as he rolls up into you, pushing the last few inches of him inside of you. “My perfect fit…” he sighs, looks into your eyes, holding your gaze as the rhythm of his heartbeat reverberating into the palm of your hand, splayed across his chest.

He starts to move, your hips rocking into him as he grabs your waist, dropping his hands down to your thighs as you match his rolling thrusts, breath for breath. “Fuck...baby...I love you.” The pads of your fingers press into his skin, his muscles rippling beneath your touch as you move together, a symphony of mewls and pleading moans spilling from your lips as he pushes himself further into you, the tip of his cock brushing against your spot, kissing your cervix with every thrust. He’s everything, agonizingly filling you up so perfectly, your body clamping down on him as his movements grind into you deep and slow. You’re burning for him, needing more, craving all of him to completely consume you.

Your eyes flutter closed as your head drops back and he groans, rasping and low as his hands travel across every inch of your body he can reach, “Baby, look at me...I need you,” his hands pull you down further onto him, grinding into your clenching walls as he rotates his hips, hitting your most sensitive spot over and over. The tears prick at the corner of your eyes, threatening to fall as his voice coaxes your eyes open, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, wordlessly pulling out every ounce of control you have left. The tears fall, the pad of his thumb brushing them away as he looks up at you, his eyes never leaving yours as your muscles tighten and swell where your bodies connect. You ride him slowly and greedily, desperate to feel every inch, every ridge and valley of him inside you pushing you closer and closer to your release.

He feels you clench around him, moaning with your name as his head drops back, his breaths coming in gulps and gasps as he hovers over the edge of his climax. Your name sounds like a prayer on his lips, spilling into you as your moans reach higher, and higher, your voice acting as a magnetic pull as he sits up, wrapping his arms around you. One laces around your waist as the other reaches for the nape of your neck, fingers tightening around you as he looks up into your eyes silently pleading and soft, “Cum with me baby…look at me. Fuck...I need you…” he’s panting between words, holding you against him as you feel your insides unravel for him and you’re imploding. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, his face nuzzling into your neck as he pulses inside you, spilling thick hot ropes of his seed into your dripping core. Both of you a mess of gasps and moans, wordlessly begging for the other to hold you tighter, pull you closer, feel you more.

You hold each other like this, your breaths melting together as your chests match in rhythm with every inhale and panting exhale. Hearts pounding through your skin only to thrum against the other beat for beat. Your body sings for him, the glow of the love you’ve made radiating from your intertwined bodies as he pulls his head back, still inside you while he looks up into your eyes. He smiles at you, his eyes tracing the contours of your face before brushing a soft kiss against your lips. He inhales, like he has never taken a breath before this moment. Your hands move to cup either side of his face as he pulls away and you smile. The heat of his eyes washing over you all over again, you laugh, “What is it?”

He meets your gaze as he holds you tighter, “You,” he says, “You’re the best gift I ever could have asked for.” You feel the tears in your eyes again and he kisses them away before they fall, pulling you down into him to wrap you in his arms. His warmth blanketing you as you both fall asleep to the sound of your heartbeats.

Tags: @sweet-darling91 @tarot-milktea @aztecbrujeria

[bnha-butterfly]

What type of partners are the bakusquad?

An: here’s a break from the Autism headcannons for some good ole fluffy headcannons I have for the bakusquad. Starting with the ladies cus they never get the love they deserve. 

Mina Ashido

Energetic ball of sun gf

Probably is always touching you. Shes leaning on you if you next to her, has her hand resting on your lap while watching TV, holds your hand while walking.

Soft kisses on sunday mornings sleeping in

Whispered “I love you’s” in the quiet spaces of loud parties

Thrift shopping dates!!!

Takes you to places y’all can get some of the best pictures at. Like she’ll take you to the museum of illusions or somewhere scenic

Y’all have an untouchable Instagram aesthetics. Likely y’all are The Instagram couple

Jiro Kyokya

Alternative baddie gf

Spends hours curating the perfect playlist for you

Music dates!!

Takes you to concerts or to the studio when she records music

Casual dates in her dorm room! Both of you just chilling together listening to music and talking

Writes song lyrics about you

Late night calls and talking about life

Not very outwardly affectionate but pays attention to you. What you like, what you dislike, what you absolutely can’t stand

That on thing you really wanted that you mentioned 2 months ago? She buys it for you just out of the blue.

Y’all are either the Alt baddie couple Or the opposites attract type of couple

Sero Hanta

Soft stoner bf with like a dash of skate rat for flavor✨✨

Out Latin king treats you like the most valuable thing in his life

You smoke? Bet your ass you never pay for your own weed.

Don’t smoke? Bet, just come chill with him and play video games in his dorm room

Teaches you how to skateboard

You can talk to him about everything and anything and he’ll listen

Wanna talk about how much Bakugou was being an ass today? Go for it

Always has your favorite snacks/drinks in his dorm

Late night trips to 7/11 followed but you both sitting in the empty parking lot and talking about random life stuff

Whispers “ ¿Dame un beso?” to you while your lips are like centimeters apart.

Kaminari Denki

Meme king bf

Always knows how to make you laugh even if you’ve had the worst day ever

Is the biggest simp for you and proud of it

Sends you memes at 3am

Pushes you out of your comfort zone to try new things

Y’all have inside jokes for days

Type of relationship where if you make eye contact with each other from across the room you both burst out laughing.

Text you “you up?” at like 2am to ask if you wanna go get McDonald’s with him cus he’s craving chicken nuggets

Asks for a million kisses before you leave

“Babe one more kiss 🥺?” “Kami we’ve kissed like 20 times already 😒”

You always give him another kiss tho

Minecraft dates

Kirishima Ejiro

Golden retriever bf

Looks at you like you hung the stars and the moon in the sky

Gym dates!! He’ll take you with him if you want and he acts like your personal trainer

Your biggest hype man!! Insecurities stand no chance when he’s around.

Brags about you to literally everyone. Like he is so in love with you and so proud to be with you.

Trampoline Park dates or comic book and snack dates!!

Type of bf who’s hella forgetful but also not???

Like he forgets your favorite color and snacks and stuff but he try’s really hard to remember.

Absolutely a ray of sunshine but on days he can’t be your sunshine he comes to you all drained and will just cuddle you

Like you better go pee and grab a snack before he does cus he ain’t moving

Bakugou Katsuki

Asshole bf who’s actually a sweetheart

Calls you dumbass but with love 💕

All ways pushes you to do your best in his own unique way

Study dates where he preps snacks for y’all

Cooking dates where it’s like 60% him doing the work cus he doesn’t want you to mess it up (he just wants to show off)

Lowkey touch starved so he cuddles you and kisses you a bunch when y’all are in the dorms. Especially on cold or rainy days.

He dosent hide your relationship but he isn’t big on PDA. He doesn’t want people all up in the two of y’all’s relationship.

Give him puppy dog eyes and ask for a kiss and you can just watch him melt and give in.

Makes sure you’re taking care of yourself (drinking water, sleeping, eating well enough, taking your meds).

Is more physical when showing his love than verbal. He holds your hand and pulls you close on crowded streets, he never lets you walk on the edge of the sidewalk, etc.

[welcometoclass1ahell]

Notebook Shocker: Mafia!Kaminari x Quirkless!Fem!Reader

Bruh its like 6am. I started this at 1am. Idk how writers do it. im drained af and probably spelt shit wrong but thats what edits are foooor. 

Mafia!Kaminari x Quirkless!Fem!Reader

Warnings: A lil torture, violence, and mafia stuffff

Plot : A certain mobster had caught you stealing 

Word Count: 5.8k

“What do you mean….someone took it?” Deku groaned in annoyance, fiddling with a pen behind his desk. His green eyes scanned over Kaminari’s sheepish stance, “That notebook has a lot of intel, if that gets in the wrong hands I won’t know what I’m going to do to you,” Deku continued, a sharp glare adding to the threat.

“I know, I know! Don’t worry about it boss, I’m gonna get it back. I saw who took it,” Kaminari explained, “I just wanted to let you know, I can track her down. How far can a little girly get?” He grinned as he rubbed the back of his neck. He knew he pissed off Deku but in a way he wasn’t too concerned yet. He just had to get that notebook back, and that would mean having a little chase with the girl who he saw last night.

“I don’t care who has it or how you get it back. I want that notebook, and bring her too! I wanna know who’s after it,” Deku ordered before waving his hand to dismiss him.

Giving a small head bow, Kaminari excused himself to go save that notebook. He didn’t know what was in there, but he knew it had to be important to rile up his boss that much. Walking down the halls of the hideout, he quickly made his way to the dinning hall where he knew his friends would be. Not minding the few bodyguards who nodded his way, Kaminiari pushed open the tall doors to the grand room and smiled over to his pals, Kirishima and Mina. “Guys! I may or may not have gotten myself into a bit of a situation,” He chuckled and took a seat at one of the seats across from them.

“What did you get yourself into this time bro?” Kirishima smirked looking up from the playing cards as Mina also took interest in the conversation. “I lost the notebook, the one Deku wanted,” He started which had already caused a worried look onto the duo’s faces across from him.

“Dude not cool, that had all the intel on certain politicians,” Kirishima sat up straighter, “Yeah, wasn’t Deku going to use that to bribe one of them to fund us?” Mina added into which Kaminari froze up.

“Wait, that notebook? Why would he make me in charge of that? Why not Todoroki or Bakugo?” Kaminari whined realizing how much worse this situation was and put his head to the table letting out an annoyed groan.

“Because they aren’t here at the moment! Duh! He sent them to go do something else like a week ago? You’re so daft Kami!” Mina teased but she looked a little worried for her friend who was now toying with the dinning cloth on the table.

“Let’s go, Kaminari, I’ll help you,” Kirishima began, to which Kaminari lifted his head with a relieved grin,”Really? Aw you’re the best,” The blonde responded happily and stood up with hope in his eyes. He did not want to stall much longer knowing Deku would lose it if he was still here and not out looking for that book.

“Good luck guys! Just remember to stay low! Deku doesn’t want any more loud operations! He’s still fixing the last screw up,” She reminded them. The boys simply nodded giving her a quick goodbye before heading out quickly to their cars.

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Gripping onto the notebook tightly which you had stolen last night, you sat on your couch eyeing the cover of the simple black book. It was a simple job really, but something felt off. It was too simple. You weren’t a rookie when it came to stealing things, petty robbery and pickpocketing being your job after all, but you weren’t a professional. So why did someone like Shigaraki have you do a job for him. 

He hadn’t even asked you himself. One of his henchmen had asked you if you were interested in a job.

“It’s a quick and easy task! Just pop right in and grab a notebook, that’s all we need,” The man who introduced himself as Mr. Compress explained. “We just need someone with not much background, someone who doesn’t look suspicious,” He added on when you had asked why they wanted someone like you to do the job when they had many capable people of their own. “We will pay half now, half later,” Was the final deal breaker.

Surely you could have refused something like this but when he had pulled out a few wads of cash, your eyes had grown big at the sight and agreed. He wasn’t lying about it being easy either. You dressed fairly casual that night and went to the location he gave you. It was a small apartment building tucked away at the end of the big city with not many people around either. It was perfect.

You managed to climb up the building’s fire escape and perched yourself carefully onto the railing of the outside door to the apartment number. The lights were out and it was silent as well. Quickly grabbing the lockpicks tool out from your back pocket, you made easy work of the sliding glass door before letting yourself inside the home.

“Whoever must live here must be whack,” Were the first words to leave your lips as you looked around at the decorations and trinkets.It wasn’t fairly messy but there was nothing that matched. It just looked like a collection of things spewed out here and there. Quickly getting to work, you started rummaging through the living room, but only found video games, weed, and instant meal packages here and there. Letting out a huff, you made your way to the bedroom and started pulling out drawers, digging through the closet, and finally lifting the bed sheets and mattress to the side to find a small black notebook tied to a shoebox. 

“Found you,” You sighed in relief, “Was about to think you weren’t here,”. Untying it from the shoebox, you straightened yourself out before you heard the keys rattling and the doorknob jiggling from the front room. “Shit!” You cursed and quickly looked to his bedroom window. Rushing over to it, you unlocked it with a click, looking down to see that there was a little balcony below you.

“Hello?” You heard from the front room, a concerned male’s voice as footsteps got closer to the bedroom you didn’t have the time to think or look back as you made the decision to jump down, landing with a bit of a thud against the metal flooring before jumping down from that balcony as well. It was a lie to say it didn’t hurt the soles of your feet.

“Hey! Get back here girly!” Was all you heard from him before you took off running, the sound of something hitting the ground with a zap behind you causing the adrenaline to push you to run faster.

You hadn’t stopped running until you were met with a semi busy street, the nightlife letting you blend in with the crowd. You had managed to get the notebook and yourself out of there in one piece. It’s how you got here, back to your home unaware of the golden eyes that had trailed you back to your street.

Looking down at the notebook, you carefully opened it and skimmed through it, famous names and politicians you recognized with dirty secrets scribbled onto the side of the names. “Wow,” You breathed out before an uneasy feeling settled into your stomach. There was a lot in this book, a lot of information anyone in the deeper side of things would love to have. Yet here you were, something that could change a lot in the public's eye of view, resting in the palms of your hands. What made it worse was you were told to hold onto it till someone named Dabi was going to pick it up from you. Standing up, you looked around your apartment scanning for a place to hide this. 

Deciding to put it into a cereal box for now, you went to go take a shower and call it for tonight. You were far too drained to do anything else but that.

The next few days you took it easy, leaving every now and then to get groceries or get a coffee at the nearby cafe, doing your best to keep an eye out on anything that would make you feel unsafe or alerted.

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“Come on Kami, you have to be sure,” Kirishima muttered as they stayed low in a stolen car, parked outside the apartments in which you lived. “I’m pretty sure that’s her, same hair, same face,” Kaminari eyed the building watching as you returned from the store again,”Clueless little thing huh? I don’t even recognize her from anywhere, she doesn’t even seem like the type to do anything like breaking into houses,” He spewed on watching as you swayed your hips up the stairs to your own little home,”She’s a cutie though,” 

“Yeah, but that cutie has something important. You’re right though, I haven’t seen her around, wonder how she knew about the notebook,” Kirishima mused before grabbing his gun, making sure it was loaded just in case before cocking it,”You sure we need that?” Kaminari asked to which Kirishima looked up at the apartments through the window.

“I hope not, but we don’t know her quirk or if she’s even alone up there,” the redhead responded with hesitation. He didn’t want to hurt her, just scare her enough to get what they want. “But you know what you’re gonna have to do. I’m just here for backup, this is your mistake bro,” kaminari only huffed back at his friend but nodded. Getting out of the car, the duo quickly made their way up the stairs and to the door they saw you vanish through. Reaching for the doorknob, Kaminari gave it a small tug and to his disappointment it was locked. Giving a look to Kirishima, the blonde gave a nod before knocking on the door.

Hearing you scuffle behind the door, his chest felt like it was going to explode when he heard the soft and sweet,”Hello?” come from inside. “We got a delivery for you!” He responded. Kirishima nudged his shoulder giving him a questioning, ‘What the fuck?’ look but when they both heard the door unlock, then quickly focused back to it.

Wasting no time, Kaminari rushed in grabbing you by the arm, his other hand flying to your mouth as he gave you a stern warning look as Kirishima followed inside, closing the door behind him with his foot. Drawing the gun just in case, Kirishima eyed the apartment before looking back at you and Kaminari.

The blonde knew you were in shock, your eyes wide as if you were a deer in headlights but tears quickly prickled at the corners of your eyes as he saw you eye the gun. “Hey, hey, shhh don’t cry it’s okay. Don’t scream or struggle, he won’t use it I promise,” Kaminari cooed, keeping a tight hold of you regardless. Little zaps sprung from his fingertips to show you that while he was talking sweet, he wasn’t going to let you try anything. Walking backwards towards your couch, he slowly removed his hand from your mouth,”Please...don’t hurt me,” You whispered out as you looked up at them. Kaminari would’ve felt more bad if it weren’t for the fact that you had stolen the notebook he was supposed to be keeping. He had to admit though, your wide eyes looking up at him like that made him feel something in his chest.

“Won’t have to if you give back that notebook you stole, baby, just tell us where it is and it’ll make this much easier,” He said sweetly to you and pushed you into the couch, having you fall back onto the cushions. Looking down at you as you pushed yourself further into the couch to try and keep some distance from him had him smirk with a bit of pride. He may be relaxed with his friends but man oh man if he didn’t look scary when he wanted to.

“I don’t know what youre talking about,” You tried to play off, to his disliking. He really didn’t want to have to hurt such a pretty woman like you but damn it if you didn’t spill it out he’d be forced to.

“Lying isn’t pretty you know,” Kaminari cooly muttered before lifting his hand up,”Search for it,” He said over his shoulder to which Kirishima started to go through your things. “I saw you taking it from my home, going through a man’s bedroom isn’t nice,” he continued in a teasing tone as he lowered himself so he was perched on his heels so he could look straight at you. Taking his hand he placed it on your leg causing you to tense up with worry. Watching you eye him back with uncertainty, he only smiled back in return as he let a few sparks against your leg.

“What the fuck!” he watched you hiss and try to pull away from his hand to which he only gripped the top of your leg tighter,”Ah uh,” Kaminari chuckled, a twisted tone in his voice, “Come on now, I don’t wanna have to hurt you more. Just give us the notebook,” He pressed on trying to get you to spill it already, “I’ll give you a minute to tell me, if not I might have to fry a few nerves, and we wouldn’t want that would we baby girl?” 

“Don’t call me that,” You spit back to his surprise. Fiesty one? Yeah he can dig that. “Don’t be so mean,” Kaminari uttered back in fake hurt as he shocked your leg with a little bit of a higher voltage watching as tears came to your eyes,”If you keep this up I’ll have no choice but to think you like this,” He teased and watched her as she gripped onto his own wrist trying to pry him off,”Let me go!” You cried out in frustration. Watching you struggle against his grip was cute but getting annoying, “Did you find it yet?” He shouted looking over his shoulder to try and find Kirishima who was currently digging around in your bedroom. 

“Not yet,” his friend called back. Kaminari was about to reply when he felt something hard smash against his head as well as you crying out in pain at the same time. Letting go of his grip on you, he fell back with a “Oof”. Holding the side of his head, he looked up to see you had headbutted him and were now on your way of getting up towards the door. “Fuck,” Kaminari gritted his teeth and sprung up, being quick to grab you by your wrist and letting out a painful wave of shocks getting you to scream. 

“Kaminari! The neighbors will hear!” He heard Kirishima yell at him causing him to grip onto her mouth, tugging her into the wall and pressing her stomach against the cool surface, “You know babe, I don’t usually get mad,” Kaminari whispered sweetly in your ear in a sickening tone, “But you’re really pushing it right now. Give it up or I’m going to show you how much I can really make you scream,” 

Feeling you tense up and shake against him had the blonde tilted your head back to see terror in your eyes. If this notebook hadn’t been so important, he would have probably apologized right then and there.

“Cereal box,”  He felt you mutter in his hand making him confused instantly. Removing his hand, Kaminari gave you a questioning look. “It’s...It’s in the coco puffs,” You sobbed out and he could tell you were trying to keep yourself calm through this. Looking over to Kirishima from across the room, he watched his friend hurry to the kitchen knowing they had limited time now that they made too much noise here. Digging through your cabinets, he watched his friend pull out a cereal box and spill the contents out, the notebook falling onto the counter, “There it is! Fuck there it is!” Kaminari laughed in relief while holding you between him and the wall,”See that wasn’t so hard? Who would’ve thought cereal was the answer?” He joked trying to lighten the mood.

“I don’t know dude, but we need to get out of here now, the neighbors probably heard her scream,” Kirishima responded but was smiling as well. It was funny seeing that you hid it almost so well in a breakfast box.

“Please...let me go, you have everything you want,” Kaminari looked down to see you with pleading eyes and while he wished he could say they were done with you, he couldn’t. “It’s not that easy baby, you stole...from the mafia no less. That was stupidly brave but our boss isn’t happy,” He explained and when he saw the look on your face of hesitation and fear he tightened his grip on your arm, “Don’t do anything stupid, just cooperate, it’s gonna be fine,” He tried to reassure you but already he could see the defiance building up, “I don’t want to have to knock you out, just relax,” 

“Here, blindfold her,” Kirishima reached over, handing over his headband knowing all too well how these things go. “No! I-” You began to try to fight back but Kaminari was quick to shock that out of you. “Kiri, hold her will you,” He muttered, taking the blindfold with one hand before gently pushing her to Kiri who grabbed both of her wrists and kept her sturdy. “Look just be good and we won’t have to hurt you any further,” Kirishima tried to reason with you looking down at your fearful expression before the black headband covered your red puffy eyes.

“One more thing, get her hands behind her back, I don’t trust her to behave in the car,” Kaminari requested and watched as you struggled a bit against his friend who pulled your hands behind your back. Taking off his own belt, he made a makeshift handcuffs and tightened them around your wrists,” Alright let's get going before we get caught, oh and baby, don’t scream when we get out there, I really don’t want to sedate you with my quirk,”

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After having the two strangers pull you out of the house quickly and get you to the car, you sat quietly in the back of the car, your heart and mind racing with thoughts and emotions. They had you blindfolded and your wrists tied up together making it difficult to calm down but at least they had the decency to buckle you up. “Hey, breathe, don’t hyperventilate,” You heard the blonde one suddenly say in the midst of the silence. That’s when you realized you really were breathing quick. “Fuck you…,” You mumble back and hear them both sigh a little as the car took off. “What’s your name then?” You heard the one named Kaminari speak again to which you only glared into your blindfold,”Gonna shock me if I don’t tell you?” You questioned back bitterly but hushed. 

“Just tryna make conversation, make you feel a little better,” You heard him respond with a huff before the radio was turned on. You felt somewhat relieved when the music replaced the awkward silence in the car. ‘You just had to get greedy with the money offered and this is where you ended up’ You furiously thought to yourself. Listening to your kidnappers talk with the music in the background had somewhat calmed you down just a bit to start feeling the aftermath of the shocks. Your leg and arm felt tingly still and a headache started to grow from the headbutt earlier. You’re sure to have a bump there later. 

Leaning against the seat of the car more, you shut your eyes and try to zone out to try and get a plan going. You hadn’t realized how much time went by before the car came to a slow and then a halt before hearing a gate screech open and for the car to move slowly forward, the tires sounding like they were on gravel as they stopped again. 

“I’ll get here,” You heard Kaminari say to which the other man snorted,”Not like I was gonna. Here take the notebook too. I said I would help, but I’m not going to face Deku. I already got my ass yelled at a few weeks ago and I’m not getting further into this,” He stated.

“Fineee,” was all you heard before the car doors clicked shut and footsteps to your side opened the car. Feeling hands reach in and unbuckle you, you kept silent in fear as well as anger before he picked you up out the car and helped you over his shoulder,”I can walk!” You hissed.

“Yeah, so can I,” Was the only snarky response you got back as you were carried off. As you reached the inside of wherever you were, you could hear small talk here and there as well as doors opening and closing. You started to feel a bit more nervous with how many people you could hear. Your kidnapper remained eerily silent as well as if he himself was nervous himself.

“Bring her in here,” You heard a different voice call out as Kaminari made a sharp turn into a different path following the voice. After a few more seconds you felt colder as you were put down and pushed into a chair. “Hey-” You started but a quick shock silenced you right up as your arms were tugged out from the belt and a cold metallic material was wrapped around your wrists.

“Now come with me,” The new voice spoke again and the footsteps traveled out the room, a door swinging shut with a loud click afterwards. Now you were chained to something, in a cold room, with a blindfold still on.

“Hello?” You called out and after no response you leaned over getting your face close to your hands before tugging off the blindfold. “What the fuck is this,” You muttered out as light brought onto you a cool grey room with nothing but a table to where your hands were chained, the cahir you were currently sitting on, and a chair in front of you. Starring around, the solid blocked out door was the only way out and god knows how many people were on the other side.

“Don’t cry...don’t you dare cry,” You growl to yourself trying to keep composure as you stare at your hands in anger. Breathing in and out as best as you could to keep from crying you wanted to think of a way out of this but there weren’t any ideas popping in. You were just a small time quirkless thief, not some mafia enemy. You didn’t know how to deal with this.

The door clicked back open causing you to turn your head quickly back to it to watch Kaminari walk back in with a folder,”(Y/N)...such a pretty name! You should have told me earlier baby,” He said making you stiffen up in your seat eyeing him with a glare,” But you really should have said something about being quirkless, I would have gone easy on you,” He pouted over to you making you bare your teeth in disgust.

“Why? Being quirkless doesn’t make us weak,” You spit out in malice disgusted by his suggestion,”I stole that notebook from you without one,” You proudly stated in a matter of fact tone. “Mhm, yeah but look where that got you girly,” Kaminari shot back taking a seat across from you before looking through whatever file he had on you. Golden eyes locked back to yours and a chill went down your spine from the grin he had,”So missy, I see you actually have a fair share of robberies in your file. Well, this time you hit big money huh? Wanna share where you got that information on the little notebook?” He started. 

Taking a small breathe, you knew you couldn’t give that away. Deep down you knew that wasn’t the best idea even if you were in this situation. If Shigaraki’s crew figured it out you told on them, you were most definitely dead. “Bite me,” You answered glaring back down at your hands not wanting to see what expression the man had.

“Maybe later, but right now I kind of need answers baby girl. See, the boss needs answers and he always gets what he needs,” Kaminari laughed lightly but you could tell he wasn’t too happy with your answer, “So lets try this again. Where did you get the information? Don’t make me shock a quirkless girly like you,” 

“I’m not making you do anything, you’re just fucked up enough to be the villain of the situation here,” That line alone made the room feel even colder as you lifted your head to see Kaminari silently put the folder down. He was still smiling and you couldn’t help but want to scoot further away from him. The chair beneath him squeaked against the floor as he got up and made his way behind you. “I told you I’m really slow to anger right?” He muttered lowly without the smile leaving his face and you felt instant regret as he reached over, his chin over your shoulder as his arms trailed up your arm and made their way to your hands. Flipping them over he forced his hands into yours, holding onto them tightly.

“Fuck off,” You huffed trying to shake him off but before you could try to shake him off, a high voltage sparked through both of your hands and through your arms reaching the rest of your body. Screams ripped through your lungs and your back arched off the chair as the tears had flowed down your cheeks. He didn’t let up until he was sure you had learned the message, letting the shocks die down but didn’t move his hands. You went limp against the chair breathing heavily as sobs shook through you.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m only hurting you as much as you hurt me with your mean little opinions,” He whispered but something in his voice gave off a small hint of him liking this, “Now, who told you about the notebook?” he asked again his breath close to your ear, “And think hard about what you wanna say. If you wanna act tough, I’ll treat you like you’re tough. You can handle more can’t you babygirl? I’ll make it last longer next time,” He laughed into your ear before he licked the shell causing another shiver to go down your spine.

“You’re...an asshole,” You cried out trying to hold onto the thin string of bravery and confidence to get through this. You heard a dark chuckle from behind you before your mind went blank. A searing pain of shocks went throughout your whole body as your scream filled the room once more, trying to tug your hands away from him but to no luck he remained the stronger of you two. It felt like this would never end and that this pain was going to be with you forever. After what felt like hours, the shocks stopped as your mind went numb. Your eyes closed as they felt heavier and your body felt like it was being pricked over and over again with needles.

“Don’t pass out on me now, come on wake up!” You barely even heard his voice as the blonde squeezed your hands before he helped you sit back up against the chair,”man, I went a little overboard huh?” Chuckled filled the room as he gave light taps to your cheeks causing your eyes to open to look above you, golden honey pools hypnotizing you for a little. “Hey pretty baby, you back from your little high?” He joked before tears pooled down your cheeks again, afraid of what more he could do to you. “Just tell me okay? We don’t wanna be doing this all day and night do we?” He questioned with a smile as he took your hands again making your resolve snap.

“H-He..he told me he would pay me alot...I just wanted to pay bills,” You cried out breaking under the pressure and pain, wanting nothing more than to quit being a thief and just go home to curl up in bed, “Shhh, it’s okay. I get it, you just wanted to survive out in this cold world. Give me a name, I’ll make this all better,” he breathed out, his thumb on your right hand stroking the back of your hand trying to soothe you.

“His n-name is Mr. Compress. I really don’t know his name please...don’t shock me please, that’s all i know! He wanted the notebook and gave me your address that’s all! Please let me go,” You begged wanting nothing more than for this to be over.

“Good girl, there you go. It’s okay, that’s all I wanted,” Kaminari praised before letting go of your hands which you automatically tried to pull back to yourself, your palms red and starting to swell. “I’ll get you some water okay?” He hummed as he gave you a condescending pat to the head before leaving the room. You didn’t care for what he did, you felt so drained and your head just felt so heavy. Closing your eyes you finally gave out and slumped over the table, your breathing uneven.

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You felt like you were on a cloud surrounded by angels who covered you in their feathers. It felt like you could sink into that pleasurable feeling forever if it weren’t for the pain coursing through your hands. You didn’t want to move, you didn’t want to open your eyes. You didn’t want to be shocked-

You started to remember the moments before you had passed out and panic flung through your chest. You had to get up, assess what’s going on. Managing to open your eyes, you were met with a dimly lit room and soft fleece blankets all around and over you. Carefully sitting up you hissed in pain when your hands ached. Bringing them in front of you, white bandages were wrapped around your palms and fingers. Confusion hit you all at once as you looked up, the only light source coming into the room being from the ajar door. Squinting to try and see better throughout the room, dread filled you as you recognized your surroundings. This is where it all started. The room you took the notebook in.

Being quick to stand up, you felt woozy but the need to leave was greater than the need to sit down. Stumbling to the door, you swung it out and peeked out to see Kaminari sitting lazily on his couch, a ps4 controller in hand as he button mashed away. It was odd not seeing him in a suit, rather in shorts and a simple hoodie. Carefully stepping out, you looked to the front door trying to convince yourself to make a bolt for it. Taking in a small sturdy breath, you launched yourself out the room to try and get to the door but it seemed like your body had other plans. Wobbling forward you managed a few steps before your head pounded causing you to fall to your knees and groan.

“Careful! You’re probably still a little fried,” A voice came from above you and helped stand you up. The same golden eyes that had you crying and being shocked were now looking at you with worry. Dumbfounded by his expression, you let him lead you to his couch and sit you down,”You might want to take it easy for a while, you put up quite a fight in that room,” Kaminari chuckled to which you could only blink at him with confusion as to what was going on with the sudden flip of being nice.

“I want to go home,” Was what you finally managed to say after the two of you had stared at each other in silence. “Yeah...that’s not gonna happen baby girl. It’s a bit more complicated than that,” He responded with a small smile that had a sign of pity in it.

“What do you mean? I really just want to forget everything and go home, please,” You tried to argue to which he shrugged and sunk into the back of the couch getting comfortable again. Not bothering to look at you, he stared at the t.v ahead of him, “Well, there were three options on what to do with you. One, we could have killed you which I really didn’t want to do. Two, we could have released you but that would have left us open for an attack. Shigaraki’s side could have kidnapped you right after and tortured you again and killed you after for information about the book and us. Then this option. I could take you home with me, keep you safe and away from your own crimes and as well as us safe from others taking you for information. I took a liking to you, it would have felt a shame to kill a pretty babe like you,” He explained fully, before looking back at you. You felt horrified, looking back down at your hands to come up with something to say but you didn’t. You drew a blank. All you could think was that if you did leave, you’d have two mafia groups looking for your death/capturement but if you stayed, you would be forever locked away with this man who you know nothing of beside the fact that he works for the mafia.

“Hey, I know that’s a lot to take in, but I’m doing you a favor, keeping you here to stay alive. All you gotta do is listen to me, and we’ll both be happy. You can also call me Denki from now on, ‘Kay?” Kaminari hummed as he got up walking to his room and coming back with the soft blanket you were snuggled into earlier. Dropping it onto your head, he plopped down next to you.

“Denki?” You whispered out his name as you hugged the soft blanket around you for the comfort, “What...what am I supposed to do here?” You asked fearful of the answer looking at him as his eyes had a brighter shine than before.

“Just be a good girly and we will see what you can do,” He answered back and looked back to his game starting it back up, “You’ll make a cute little housewife or something. We’ll figure it out,”