#it's very strange but I guess that's just how we're gonna roll now

[honeyxbee]

Bad Idea — Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna x fem!reader

TW: suggestiveness, demon summoning, murder of side-characters, blood, threats of violence words: 1008

This is a stupid idea.

You let out a small sigh as you turn off the living room lights, joining your friends on the floor of your childhood home. It looks strange with all the furniture pushed up against the walls, but you had to make enough room for all of you to sit in a circle in the middle of the room.

It turns out that attempting to summon a demon is actually a very technical process.

"..I really don't think this is a good idea," you murmur as you join your friends in the candle-lit circle on the floor, hesitantly joining hands with the two closest to you. Your eyes linger on the thick book in the hands of the girl sitting across from you, a strange feeling settling in your chest that you can't quite place.

Discomfort maybe? Or perhaps unease?

You're not quite sure. But apparently, you're the only one who feels it because the rest of your childhood friends are chatting back and forth like normal. The girl sitting in front of you looks up from where she was skimming the pages of the book, giving you her typical easygoing smile. "Oh, c'mon! You gotta stop worrying so much; everything's going to be fine," she reassures with a lazy wave of her hand.

Of course she would say that, you think to yourself. This was her idea in the first place.

Your friend sitting to your left must recognize your thoughts because she laughs, shaking her head. "Don't tell me you're chickening out? Even 12-year-olds do this stuff," she teases, giggling when you just let out a small huff and roll your eyes.

The friend sitting on your other side rolls her eyes, a small, fond smile on her face at your back-and-forth. "It's weird to think that we're actually starting university next week," she murmurs. "..This could be the last night we're all together." Her words make the room go quiet for a moment of contemplation.

"..It won't be. Now enough of all that sentimental bullshit," the girl sitting across from you jokingly breaks the silence as she sets the open book on the floor in front of her. "Are we summoning this demon or not?" The other girls nod in confirmation, joining hands and looking at you expectantly.

After a moment of hesitation, you sigh. "..Fine," you murmur, reluctantly grabbing the hands of the girls beside you. Your friend sitting in front of you smiles victoriously at your agreement, skimming the pages of the book for a last time to ensure that you guys haven't forgotten anything, and then she begins reciting the summoning mantra from the book. As the words fill the empty air, you feel like you're going to vomit, your heart pounding in your chest.

And then she goes silent, and you wait. And wait. And wait.

Nothing.

"..That's it?" your friend to your left finally breaks the silence, the disappointment evident in her voice as she drops her hands in her lap. "That sucks."

The girl sitting in front of you nods, sighing as she rereads the open pages of the book and then closes it. "Yeah. I guess it doesn't work after all. Too bad, It would've been pretty badass if it actually worked."

"Speak for yourself. I would've run out of the house screaming if something actually appeared," your other friend muses, making the rest of you laugh as you turn the lights back on and begin putting the living room back to normal.

When the living room is picked up and all the furniture is back in place, your friends grab the pizza from the kitchen and get comfortable on the couch. "I'm gonna go put on my pajamas, and then we can start our movie marathon," you say as you toss them the TV remote and head to your bedroom to change.

You grab some clothes to toss on, rolling your eyes when you hear a loud thump from the living room. "You better not break anything," you call out. When you're finished, you walk out, furrowing your brows in confusion when you notice just how quiet it is. "..Guys?"

The first thing you notice when you walk into your living room is the overwhelming scent of iron that lingers in the air, making you feel almost nauseated. The second thing is the bodies of your friends, scattered about the room like broken dolls.

And then you see him, casually leaning against the wall, covered in blood. "Ah, it seems that I've missed one," he murmurs offhandedly as he approaches you.

You stumble backward in an attempt to escape, but you collide with his hard chest instead. He grabs your shoulders and turns you around to face him, your breath hitching in panic when your wide eyes meet his. "H-how did you-?" you stammer out, your eyes darting to where he was previously standing in front of you, but he just laughs.

"You're quite the lively human, aren't you?" he muses. "The others couldn't even manage to get a word out...Quite attractive too," he murmurs as he looks you over. You push at his chest, your lips parting to scream for help, but he tsks and quickly moves his hand over your mouth. "Nuh-uh, none of that. If you scream, I'll rip your tongue out," he warns.

Something tells you he's not bluffing. So you clamp your mouth shut, and he pats your cheek in what resembles approval. "Good, you know how to listen. I'm going to ask you some questions, and you are going to answer with complete honesty. Understand?"

Your eyes dart over to the corpses of your friends, and you slowly nod your head, making him grin and move his hand away from your mouth. "Good. I was going to kill you like I did the others, but perhaps I'll let you live after all." He takes a small step back, though his eyes linger on your body. "..After all, I'm sure I could find some other use for you."

[mysteryshoptls]

R Silver - Rabbit Wear Vignette

"We can't not eat it"

[Clock Town – Clock Park]

Silver: Both the jacket potato and the sausage roll were delicious. It may be because we ate them together.

Deuce: Really… Now that you've put it that way, I think that might be too!

Grim: Oh! They got somethin' tasty lookin' over at that stall! I'm gonna go eat some!

1. I'll go with you!

Deuce: It's fine for you two to run around, but don't get lost.

2. Wait for me!

Deuce: Grim just doesn't know how to settle down, huh.

Ortho: I also want to go and look around all the stuff in the park. I want to document all the goings-on of the festival.

Deuce: Okay, then I guess we'll all go off on our own for a bit. Everyone, meet back here in one hour.

Epel: Right, got it!

Epel: Okaaay, what should I do for an hour?

Silver: …

Epel: Oh, Silver-san. What's up, why're you looking so glum?

Silver: Before we left, my father told me to go and fully enjoy the festival here in this foreign country…

Silver: But now that we're told to do things on our own, I'm not sure what I should do.

Epel: I mean, it's nothing you have to think so hard about… Oh, hey! Why don't you look around the festival with me, then?

Silver: Is that alright? If you don't mind, then please, let me tag along with you.

Silver: I find comfort in all the greenery in this park.

Epel: I agree. My hometown's surrounded by nature too, so I find this super relaxing.

Epel: …Hm? Sniff, sniff… Oh, something smells good.

Silver: There are many pie stands over there. It must be from there.

Epel: It looks good! Don't you want to try some?

Silver: I suppose so. They are selling many different kinds of pies. I wonder which one would be best.

Silver: There's shepherd's pie with lamb, and cottage pie with beef…

Epel: Looks like they have sweet dessert pies too. Like lemon pies… And apple pies!

Pie Stall Owner: The Queendom of Roses is most well known for their pies, dear customers!

Epel: Oh, really! Then, since we're here, I definitely want to eat something that screams, "Queendom specialty!"

Silver: Sir, what is your most popular item?

Pie Stall Owner: Well, that'd be this one! If you've come all the way here to the Queendom, you have to eat this pie!

Silver: Hm? This is…

Epel: TH-THERE'S A TON OF FISH HEADS STICKING OUT OF THE PIE!!

Pie Stall Owner: That's a stargazy pie! I bet you've never seen that before, huh?

Epel: Herring heads and tails are sticking out of the pie… Just haphazardly… Looks like there's about 10 of them.

Epel: The shock of just seeing it is too crazy! It doesn't really look that good, to me?

Epel: U-Uh… Do you have any other recommendations…?

Silver: I'll take it.

Epel: EEHH!?

Silver: We can't not eat it, especially after the gentleman here has told us that this pie here is what screams, "Queendom specialty!"

Epel: I mean, true, I guess I did ask him… But still…

Epel: It's hard to consider eating it after looking into the eyes of those fish sticking out of the pie…

Silver: I see. I don't believe this will be any worse than the food that I've eaten up until now…

Silver: If you don't want to, I will not force you to. I will eat it myself. Good sir, please allow me one slice.

Pie Stall Owner: Here you go! Hot out of the oven!

Silver: Thank you. Then, I'll dig in.

[chomp]

Epel: …How is it?

Silver: It's delicious.

Epel: Eehh!? Really!?

Silver: Perhaps it's because I'm not as familiar with fish pies. It's a strange and interesting flavor.

Silver: I'm not very good with my words, so I'm afraid I can't explain myself very well.

Epel: Man, now I'm starting to get curious…

Epel: …Okay, fine. I'll try one too!

Pie Stall Owner: One more slice, okay! Here you go! It's still hot, so eat carefully.

Epel: …I don't want to look at those fish, so I should just close my eyes. Down the hatch… [bite]…

Epel: …Oh, it's actually pretty good…! It's kind of weird in it's own way, and the flavor grows on you.

Epel: The bitterness of the herring, the sweetness of the pumpkin, and the savory white sauce all mix well together.

Silver: I agree wholeheartedly.

Silver: Not only does it look interesting, the flavor is also unique. This dish truly feels like it would only be found here.

Epel: When I get back to campus, I gotta tell people about this. This'll be a good story to share.

Epel: I'm glad I tried it! But it's all thanks to you trying it out first, Silver-san!

Silver: No, it was because I chose to walk around with you that I was able to have such a memorable experience. I think I will be telling my father and the others about this.

Silver: Alright. Which stall should we head to next?

Silver: The dish we just tried didn't seem to appeal to you visually, after all. Let's look to eat something that you think would be delicious next.

Requested by Anonymous.

[artzychic27]

Random incorrect SpongeBob quotes from Clams featuring the Akuma Class because… I’m bored and ain’t got much going on

*A siren goes off in the classroom*

Kim: What's going on?

Alix: Something stupid, I'm sure.

*the alarm stops as a curtain opens up to show a band in the playing celebration music. Nathaniel runs into the classroom, cheering*

Nathaniel: Yaaaaay! *kisses Adrien and Sabrina and takes out a comic book and laughs hysterically as he rubs it all over himself and continues cheering*

Alix: See? I told you.

Rose: What's wrong with Nathaniel?

Nathaniel: Nothing, Rose?! Do you know what this is?!

Alix: A very dirty comic?

Nathaniel: No! This is my one millionth comic book bought. Every comic book nerd’s goal in life is to buy a million comics, and now I got mine!

Marinette: Wait, you’re only fifteen; how did you already buy your one millionth comic?

—

Chloé: *Her ponytail is missing* Okay, I've had enough.

Nathaniel: Chloé, you got to lighten up. *Adrien is still casting out items while he talks to Chloé* Sure the guy’s a bit overeager, but you've got to learn to roll with the punches, go with the flow. And don't bring anything on a boat that you ain't prepared to lose! *The hook in Adrien’s fishing rod touches his millionth comic* My millionth comic! *Adrien casts his comic to the water* Adrien, wait! Adrien, you hooked my millionth comic on the back swing! Reel it in before I strangle you!

*Ominous orchestral music begins playing*

Nathaniel: Oh, no. Adrien, quick, reel it in! Can't you hear the music?! That's a 4/4 string ostinato in D minor! Everyone knows that means death! Reel it in before it's too late! Hurry, Adrien, the music's getting faster!

*Adrien reels it in as fast as he can. Nathaniel opens the doors to a cabinets, revealing the live-action orchestra*

Nathaniel: There you are! *to the trumpeters* Stop playing that music! *to the conductor* Stop it, please! *to the violinists* I'm begging you!

—

Alya: So, some trip, eh?

Nathaniel: Oh, guys, you're never gonna believe it! A shark ate my millionth comic! *sobbing and flops to the ground* I lost my comic, and I'll never get it back!

Marinette: I've never seen Nathaniel so broken up.

*Nathaniel continues to bawl on the floor*

Chloé: Oh, puh-lease, he's such a drama queen.

—

Nino: We're gonna die out here just because a shark ate Nath's comic. *takes a comic book out of his backpack* Well, if he wants his comic back, I say we give it to him. Know what I mean? Huh? Huh? Huh?

Ivan: *Smirks* Oh, I get ya.

—

Akuma Class: Nath! Look what we've got!

Nathaniel: *gasps* Could it be? *takes the comic book from Nino* My millionth comic? *Starts cheering again as well as the Akuma Class* Yaaaaay! *rubs the comic on himself but he notices something strange* Wait a minute... *rubs the comic on him again* This isn't my millionth comic book! This is an ordinary comic book that's been crumpled up, torn slightly, soaked in the water, and kissed with Slate Blue #2 Semi-Gloss Lipstick!

Kim: *Wearing blue lipstick* Actually, it's Slate Blue number- *Alix whacks him on the head with a fishing rod to shut him up*

Nathaniel: I trusted you, and you gave me this?! I can't believe my own friends would betray me like this! *Sobs*

Chloé: No! No, we will not be swayed by tears anymore!

Nathaniel: *Immediately stops sobbing, then narrows his eyes* I see. Then I guess I have no choice but to offer a reward.

Juleka: You're kidding?

Rose: Is it another fishing trip?!

Nathaniel: No, it's this sandwich. *Nails a sandwich to a flagpole*

Chloé: A sandwich? You expect me to break my back over a sandwich?!

Nathaniel: Not a sandwich. *Throws the other sandwiches into the water* The sandwich.

Kim: Whatever. We've got plenty more to... *He and the others become shocked when Nathaniel throws the refrigerator into the water* ...eat.

Nathaniel: Now, I think we all understand each other! Nobody eats until I get my millionth comic book back.

Nino: Uhh, guys, can I have a word with you? *the others follow him to the other side of the boat* Have you noticed that Nathaniel has gone completely insane?!

Adrien: What do you mean?

Nino: Just look at him. *Points to Nathaniel, who is dressed like a funeral widow sobbing at a tombstone with the words "R.I.P. My Millionth Comic" on it. He then hugs it*

Adrien: Nino, he's lost something near and dear to him. Haven't you-

Alix: Look again. *Points to Nathaniel using his jacket as a jump rope while giggling like a crazy person*

Adrien: You’re right. What do we do?!

Marinette: If we're real quiet, we can sneak over to the lifeboat.

Adrien: Okay.

*They all take a step, but then start screaming as they sprint over to the lifeboat. They jump into it but then come back onto the boat tied up. Nathaniel gets out of the lifeboat*

Nathaniel: So, you thought you'd skip out on me, did you? Even after you promised to help me! I know what you're thinking. "It's just a dumb old comic. Let's just leave the stupid redhead! He won't notice!” *Cries loudly* Well, it's not going down like that. There's only one use for backstabbing friends like you!

*Later, Nathaniel is hanging several line over the boat. Marinette, Adrien, Alya, Nino, Chloé, Sabrina, Kim, Alix, Max, Juleka, Rose, Ivan, and Myléne are attached to each line*

Nathaniel: Live bait!

Chloé: You're crazy! If that shark didn't come before, what makes you think he'll come now?!

Nathaniel: *dressed up as a conductor* Ohh, he'll come. *taps the book using his baton and the doors open up to the live-action orchestra and begins to play the 4/4 string ostinato in D minor; the others writhe and scream in terror*

[themonotonysyndrome]

I'm down for anything from you, m'lady!

What about something like modern!AU + Coffee shop!AU with Warren/Cupcake or Celi/Castin? 👀

Like any good RomCom, it begins with a bad a bad pickup line in a coffee shop.

"If I have four quarters to give to the four prettiest women in the world, you would have a dollar!"

You press your lips into a straight line, mustering every bit of willpower not to laugh the longer the woman in front of you remains silent and the more sweat dripping down the cashier's neck.

"Are you saying that I'm only worth a dollar?"

Oh shit, oh shit. You just get chills running down your spine. Abort! Abort! Diving underneath a nearby table sounds a lot better than your initial order for coffee and blueberry muffins. But like watching a trainwreck, your feet are firmly planted on the ground due to morbid curiosity. How on earth is the cashier going to save his skin from this? Judging from his 'deer in a headlight' expression, you have very little hope for him.

"N-No! I just, uh, wait. Lemme try that again - " Your jaw is on the floor. Is he seriously going to try - "I'm confused. I thought happiness started with H, but mine starts with U."

"Does anyone ever tell you that you have dyslexia?"

"Yeesh, I'm just trying to give a compliment, sweetheart. You don't have to be so high and mighty about it."

"And I'm just trying to get my tea, but I guess we're both disappointed."

Stares. Nothing but silent stares from the both of them. It's a good thing that the cafe is empty right now because the queue will not be moving anytime soon. Fortunately, your boyfriend emerges from the storage at the back to break the awkward tension.

"What the - Castin, go get her order already. The lunch rush is gonna hit us in half an hour and we'll die if we don't take out the breads by then."

The cashier rolls his eyes and suddenly smirks. "Just for that, I'm gonna add extra sugar to your black tea."

The woman in front of you hurries over to the side, scolding him for his blatant disrespect only for her voice to be drowned out by the tea machines. Watching her trying to throw hands from across the counters is hilarious.

"Hey, Cupcake. Done with classes for the day?" Warren greets, now manning the cash registry. He looks good with the sleeves of his favourite flannel shirt rolled up and an adorable blue apron tied around the waist. Although if you asked him, he'd much prefer working without a shirt. It gets more customers, that's what he likes to say.

"All done. That's why I like Mondays. No more lecturers after 11 AM." You say in a sing-song voice. "And you know what that means?"

"My Cupcake will be chilling with me until the end of the shift?" Warren guesses with a beaming grin.

"You know it! I love catching up with my schoolwork here. The muffins are to die for. Speaking of which..."

"I'll get it ready for, ya. With your usuals too?"

"Yes, please."

The shop is perfectly located between two of the biggest universities in the country. A branch of the e-commerce university from Steelgate and the Imperial Academy for All. Needless to say, students flock here on a regular basis while those like Warren and Castin are taking a gap year to fatten up their funds for future tuition.

So it's not strange to see a student dropping up for a quick pick me up. What's strange is the same woman from yesterday returning once more.

"Welcome to Desmond Coffee & Cafe! How can I - Oh. Back so soon, sweetheart?"

"I'd rather you use my name instead of that inane term of endearment turn insult, Hammer."

"Well then, pray tell; what's your name?"

"It's Celica. The same one you've written on my cups for the last month, remember?"

"Right, right. And do you even bother to remember my name, Celica?"

"How can not? You're the most obnoxious quarterback and foreign exchange student from Intacia."

"C'mon~ It's alright to say it. Names don't bite~"

"Look, can I just have my usual orders? My next class is in 15 minutes."

"Well, if you feel like saying the magic word, I'll get right on it."

"...Fine. My tea and macaroons better be on the house if you make me late, Castin."

[f-x-tion]

*Two robed, hooded cultists stand around a ritual circle with a third cultist floating in the circle glowing and speaking in gibberish. Their names are Dave, Keith and Sam.*

Cultist Dave taps his foot, then impatiently rolls up their robes sleeve to check their watch "How long is this going to take? I have a thing after this."

Cultist Keith pauses, than with a quisical tilt of their head asks "... A thing? We're literally communing with the dead to learn the true name of a reality destroying outer god of discord and chaos, and you wanna know when we can wrap it up?"

Cultist Dave sassily tilts his head right back while crossing their arms "I have a life outside of the cult Keith!"

they stare at each other for a awkward beat, the only sound is their floating glowy buddy Sam's strange gibberish talk filling the silence.

Cultist Keith breaks the stare-off first to look off to the side as they awkwardly shift their weight while raising their hands in a stoping motion of surrender "Ok geez, sorry. i didn't mean anything by it, no need to snap at me." after another short pause Keith trys to push past the tension and asks "Sooo... uh.. you have plans huh? What are you gonna be doing? gonna catch a movie or something?"

Cutist Dave hesitates and his crossed armed stance loosens a little at the question "... I have a cheese cake waiting for me in my freezer at home." they bite out shortly, clearly a little embarrassed by their admission.

Cultist Keith's raised hands slowly droop to his sides "it doesn't excuse you snapping at me, but.. ya ok, thats a good reason." Keith admits.

Any farther conversation is halted by their fellow cultist Sam as he abruptly stops speaking, glowing and floating all at the same time. he seems winded as he falls to his knees in the middle of the ritual circle he was floating above just a second ago.

Dave and Keith motion to help Sam up but before they even reach him he's already starting to stand on his own. Keith, unable to keep down his excitement starts word vomiting "Did it work? Are you alright? Did you get the name? Were the dead people cool?!" luckily Keith has enough self control to stop talking when Sam tiredly holds up his hand, silently asking him to stop talking.

"Yes it worked, yes im alright, yes i got the name." Sam says slowly, before geting a strange look on their face "they weren't really cool i guess, more strange and loud?" Sam seems strangely unsure about that.

Keith has many questions but before he can voice them Dave interrupts "Forget about that, we got the name?! A gods true name?! thats HUGE!" he exclaimed with undertones of disbelief "i don't even... Can it even be pronounced? or does it need sounds that mortals cant make to say it?" Dave excitedly says, clearly getting into it now that they have some results, cheese cake seemingly forgotten.

The strange look that Dave an Keith were beginning to recognize as confusion never left Sam's face, in fact Dave's questions only seem to make it worse "... No we can pronounce it." Sam says blankly "It's name is Betty."

Silence descends on the cultists as they process Sam's words. Keith and Dave both adopt Sam's dumfounded look "the chaos gods name is... Betty?" Cultist Keith asks in disbelief.

Sam's meets his fellow cultists eyes and his confusion somehow deepens, which considering he just revealed that a outer god shares a name with more than a few little old granny's is, frankly, very concerning. "Yep... a talking lemon told me so." Dave and Keith can only stare at Sam emotionlessly, what does that even mean???

Sam breaks eye contact and looks at the ceiling with a thousand yard stare and monotonously continues, sounding as lost as they felt "Betty is apparently the talking lemons vampire stepmom's adopted father's wife.

Keith and Dave stare at Sam, then look at each other and share a mutual nod "Alright, something definitely went wrong with that ritual." Keith says with certainty while he and Dave each take a arm and escort Sam away from the ritual circle as Sam continues to mumble explanations at them.

"The lemon said that Betty was originally human but then she made a wish with a magic crown that was made by a ice elemental. she saved the world from being destroyed by another chaos god, which also made her become that god for some reason? " Sam says under his breath. Dave comfortingly pats the arm hes using the lead Sam away and says "Its alright buddy, we get it." they continue walking for a moment before Dave continues "Tell you what, if you guys want to come over to my place, i have a piece of cheese cake with your names on them."

Keith silently nods his agreement and half a secound later Sam mutters "Acceptable" in a strangely high-pitched and screechy tone of voice.

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Author note.

I was trying to match adventure times tone, if you get what i mean?

If it wasn't obvious this little story is set wayy after the finale of Adventure Time. Betty has been Golb or a while at this point and most of our favorite adventure time characters are hanging out in the afterlife by now. I cant decide if the cultist are from future Ooo or a alternate reality, it works either way i guess. I think we can all agree that of all the people who knew Simon and Betty in the afterlife Lemongrab would probably be among the most confusing to have get information from.

[tsuki-sennin]

Spreading sky! Hero gals! Hirogaru Sky! Pretty Cure! This is a... very exciting prospect, of course. Not only is it the 20th series and very close to the franchise's 20th anniversary, but we're jostling a lot of franchise traditions! Blue non-human leader, a full-time male Cure, an (entirely unambiguous) adult!

New town, new me. That also means a new tag!

"Hop! Step! Jump! Hero Gals Dream of the Everlasting Sky!"

Y'know, filter that out if you wanna.

Man, imagine liveblogging a PreCure series on time lmao

Spoilers, I guess...

-The sky!

-Skyloft?

-Oh wow, even got giant birds.

-There's Sora-chan. I'll give you a dumb nickname later,

-Skyland Castle!

-Wonder if we'll run into Spyro the Dragon?

-Maybe if we were on a Nintendo console we'd meet Bowser and Donkey Kong.

-Lotsa cute borbs on Skyland, huh?

-Subarashii~! Hapii Basudei~!

-Princess El. You are... a very interestingly designed baby, I'd say.

-How old are you, a year?

-Oh look it's Bebop from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. That's neat.

-Kabaton.

-Gonna bomb a fuckin' baby! Okay!

-"Speed up."

-Don't pay that bird enough for this, Sora-chan.

-It's Hero time!

-Oh shit.

-I enjoyed DePaPre's OP an awful lot, but this

-This is a banger right out the gate.

-Gives me very high hopes for the rest of the soundtrack.

-Oh shit, Futari wa callback.

-Ah, even got a notebook opening for the title card, that's cute.

-P i g

-The 7th Chocobo Cavalry has come rushing in.

-Kabaton-ton?

-Very nimble for a big fella, huh?

-In comes Sora-san.

-Hot damn, this girl's must've done mocap for Mirror's Edge.

-Ain't no stopping this dude.

-Ready... Go!

-"I am the girl from the sky! Of the clear sky clan!"

-

-REALLY now, Toei?

-I ain't even gonna dignify that with a response, I'm just gonna move on with my life.

-Dropped the baby.

-Going into strange holes is generally not advised until you're far older, Sora.

-Hydrogen baby.

-Very cute hydrogen baby, might I say.

-Where we at?

-Drop TWO babies at once!

-Pretty Holic~! They sell stationery too~!

-Hurtling at the terminal velocity of... 2 miles an hour.

-That's a car, those're rolling death machines.

-That's Pretty Holic lipstick, that's what we call a "uniting thread".

-"WHY ARE THESE BIRDS SO TINY?!"

-Mashiro-chan, gotcha.

-Sorashido~!

-"My notebook~!"

-Ahhhh, Skyland script.

-Oh god, he's back.

-Underground!

-Ranborg!

-C

-CureTube.

-Curesta. CureTube.

-Gonna write up my fanfic ideas on my CurePad in Pretty Docs, then maybe post 'em up on Cureblr.

-Using the Octagon-washing-machine to dry Octagon-coats on Octagon-hangers.

-"Mashiro-san! Protect Hydrogen Baby with your life."

-"Noooooo pleeease!"

-Smoked out.

-Hot damn, these're some nice angles.

-"Gimme that baby, extra!"

-A fated duel!

-Oh, he went and done it now.

-Tore up her dreams right in front of her.

-Precuuuuuure!

-It's Hero Time!

-Sky mirage! Tone connect!

-Hirogaru Change! Sky!

-Hop! Step! Jump! Clearly she takes inspiration from Ichika Usami.

-Love the side cape.

-Blue sky soaring to infinity! Cure Sky!

-Sora Harewataru... that is, Cure Sky is our hero for this year. She fights for truth, justice, and a better tomorrow!

-She's not quite flying yet. But she is falling with style.

-That's some impact!

-Hirogaru Sky Punch!

-Dig in peace once more.

-You're safe now, citizen!

-Oh, ED time.

-Don't worry Mashiro-chan, you'll get to be Cure Prism in, say... an episode or two? You're voiced by Rabirin, so your odds are pretty good. There's the lad, Cure Wing, voiced by Don Murasame. And Butterfly-oneesan, I haven't actually heard of Ayaka Nanase till yesterday.

-I love the colored pencil aesthetic, I feel seen.

-Very nice ED, very cute.

-Gotta keep the kid safe.

-I've actually been considering a few of options for my unique liveblog tag.

-"I would fly into the sun if that would keep our dream alive" is fitting, but is a bit... loaded a reference for me to make as a RWBY fan.

-I've considered using the lyrics of the Jetman theme or even some old Superman standards, but I thought those'd be a little obvious.

-My Hero Academia and One Punch Man references were considered, of course, but were discarded.

-I reckon what I chose gets the point across well enough, yeah?

-Kinda newspaper headline-y too, as a bonus.

-Well, you know where to find me for next time! See you on the flip side, citizens!

[the-firebird69]

There's a few things that you should know this guy de Santis is evil as hell to our son and we are terminating them with extreme prejudice they are an 8 all day and night. Same with Trump they're both end of Earthers he is an 8 no matter what he does and says and he's a fool because he demanded it. And his wife and his kids they are disgusting lousy morons. This afternoon went OK and some people want to talk and it's good he said this is what life is about and this other things people can do other than trying to leave my clan up on Saturn like riding and so forth max been doing this whole life and he says it's right and it's true and I'll be a son of a gun but I'm gonna start doing things and he says it's not your problem if I'm a close talker I said if you got closer to the breath is a problem so my good use started laughing and laughing. And it's just a nightmare what happens. So we are going ahead and we're going to start working on people who are not recovering and there are a bunch of Mike Goodhugh got ahold of something today our son and daughter said we need witnesses about working things it's not really harsh it's just Social Security and you probably won't call for anything bigger than that it says that's true he said we need to sell marijuana and he went nuts saying where and when and all this stuff so his son says someone's gonna write a huge prescription and he knows what it means and it's gonna be legit it still has to be careful kind of thing but we know what we're doing and he is going to try and do some things and we do know how to handle he's had some problems with certain things but it is gonna work I mean we'll have a few things like that but these people need to calm down and he's calmer and he was a little excited but it's good I mean he was talking about his car and he's talking about the hemi but he had a really fast car that he found it was his and he took the motor and put into a small old truck and that thing really tooted I mean it's fun but it dangerous as hell and our son is gonna have fast cars and they wanna relax with him and Trump wants to be **** **** that's what he likes doing I guess and people don't like that. In the future assignment is just gonna say no and he's gonna be a problem and here's a problem now so we're gonna handle it. But we have businesses that are starting like that and it's kinda weird we're starting at the bottom alcohol tobacco no firearms. But things like that and he said we should be doing some scooters and some Frankenstein stuff with scooters and motorcycles and I started to believe him we have an air conditioning company we have a ton of air conditioning motors they're gonna be needed but they pull the old ones out and we have a huge pile of old ones and we can start retrofitting and he said we should make a fleet for the Midwest that do certain activities and the mail is not a good one but delivery for certain things with a sidecar and towing it and things like that are great and I started to wonder that's not a bad idea and trikes so we have a lot of those trikes they tend to wreck the motor and it's because they don't drive it correctly and it's very strange to get on it and they don't know how to shift right and it's easier. So it is goint to strt and gass roots worming into it black market and more and lower echelon and such. and to do it in africa..and meet w garth and a few ti-mes relly roll the ball export gneesis an chrysler...make kits import the product here and shaq sees it. and metal if he can nope and ok better quality and he agrees. and a few annd test it. make a triangle and it is good he will. and we shall arrange it see how it is. tons say now then yes.

fun times now ok this rules

Thor Freya

Olympus

[countenanceblog]

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Maggie's heart raced with excitement and fear as she followed Karen through the purple door at the end of the hall. They entered a spacious purple room with a large, L-shaped purple sectional couch in the middle. A modernist chandelier hung from the high ceiling. Rufus, Xander, Wayne and Corey were sitting on the couch. Jack was standing beside it. "Okay," said Corey. "Since there's no windows in here, I've been calling it the war room."

"Oh, thank God," said Gage. "Ralphie has a room just for this occasion." A hiss issued from Karen.

"We need to focus, this is serious," she stated.

"What happened at the school?" Jack asked Karen. Jack put his hands on his hips, brushing his duster behind him.

"Ask Maggie, she's the one who saw it." Everyone turned towards Maggie Campbell expectantly. She seemed to shrink in the spotlight. She took a deep breath, and rolled her shoulders back.

"Raj jumped off the commons. Four stories. He sort of hovered in midair, before he actually fell to the ground. So he survived uninjured. Well, almost." Xander leered.

He lolled his tongue. "What do you mean, almost?"

"I think he broke his nose," replied Maggie. She made a dismissive hand gesture. "Valarie saw it too."

"You expect us to believe this?," asked an incredulous Wayne. "Rufus told me you have powers, Karen, and I believe that for the space of zero seconds."

"No," said Karen calmly. "I expect you to believe this." She un-clenched her hand, revealing a silver-plated token. "These tokens weigh an ounce, Wayne. How far can you lift it with your mind? How high?"

Wayne laughed. The token slowly rose a few inches into the air above Karen's palm. Everyone's eyes widened; Jack even took a step back. Xander gasped.

"W-what, how are you, what the fuck?!," he exclaimed.

Wayne was very nearly frozen in place. Corey's pale green eyes bulged. Jack seemed to be trying to get a grip on himself. Rufus piped up.

"Look, we have a huge problem. They're going to come after Raj's friends. You've seen the movies, you know exactly what they're gonna end up doing to us." Wayne slowly, and with great difficulty, turned his head, and then his eyes, towards Rufus. And away from the token.

"We're going to vivisected in some laboratory," Wayne realized aloud. "By Hel, what am I gonna do? I'm supposed to be getting a job, with Elite Tactical. Now I'm gonna get hunted down, by Elite Tacti – "

Xander yelled over everyone. "WHAT THE FUCK?! I'm not friends with Raj! Why would they – what are you talking about, Rufus? What's going on? Why were they surrounding Raj's house? Karen are you some kind of – "

Karen cut in. "Freak? Is that what you were gonna call me?" The token slowly descended back into her palm. "We don't know what's going on, Xander."

Jack, with his bold nature and determination, stepped forward. "Guys, listen up. We can't just sit here and wait for whatever's coming. We need to reach out to the Resistance. They might have answers or resources we don't even know about. We can't face this on our own."

Wayne, true to form, scoffed at Jack's idea. "The Resistance? Are you serious, Jack? This isn't some action movie. We're dealing with real-life problems here, not some movie bullshit."

Karen, holding onto the silver token, chimed in, "Wayne, this isn't a joke. Look at what happened to Raj. There's something strange going on, and we need to be prepared."

Maggie spoke up, "Jack's right. We can't ignore the signs any longer. If there's even a chance that the Resistance can help us, we have to take it."

Rufus, nodding in agreement, added, "It's worth a shot. We need to gather information and protect ourselves. Who knows what they might know about this ET mess."

Xander, still in shock from Karen's telekinetic display, struggled to find words. "I... I guess it can't hurt to check it out. But let's be careful. We don't know who we can trust."

Corey, the voice of reason, chimed in, "Agreed. We need to approach this with caution. But if there's a chance it can keep us safe, we should explore it."

Wayne rose his voice above the din. "Are you guys fucking retarded? Seriously, you think some secret organization that may or may not exist is going to bail us out? They're going to keep us safe? How does that work?!," he exclaimed. Everyone was looking at him.

Corey stomped his white sneaker on the wooden floor. "LOOK, DAMMIT. I know someone. Someone who can help us." Rufus raised one of his pointed eyebrows.

"Who?," he asked Corey.

"David Griffith," was his reply. The room fell silent.

"Homie," intoned Wayne, "he's Public Enemy Number One. They want him worse than they want Nemo Davis. How the fuck do you know him?"

Corey smirked the slightest bit. "Basketball."

[xellandria]

The meatgrinder one-shot that was originally going to run this week got delayed a week because our DM got sick (feel better, Jim! <3), but that’s fine with me because it gave me time to finish off my characters.  We’re each running three level 3s—I stole/borrowed/inherited one from one of our other players (who was feeling really character create-y lately), repackaged the backup character I’d rolled to continue in our main campaign if my current one died for the second, and then had one more slot to fill.

Littlehands - level 3 Kobold Warlock (Great Old Ones/Pact of the Chain) Str: 10 (0) Dex: 10 (0) Con: 14 (+2) Int: 13 (+1) Wis: 10 (0) Cha: 15 (+2)

Littlehands’ hands aren’t actually little for his regular body—they’re actually mostly proportional.  Instead, he gets his name (nickname?) from his usual profession: hanging around with his pack of similarly-aged adolescent kobold friends, playing pranks on people by pretending to be a mysterious dragonborn.  You know, the whole “kids in a trench coat” thing?  Yeah that, except ~fantasy,~ lmao

At some point he got separated from his goonie squad—hence the lack of them here (though now I kinda want to design 3-4 more kobold teenagers, help)—though whether he’s actively searching for a way back or just kinda going with it is largely irrelevant since he’s almost certainly going to die during the one-shot.  Unless his patron can save him.  I dunno about that one, though...

In the meantime, he's also an Old Ones warlock, meaning he can telepathically speak to other language-speaking folks within 30 feet (regardless of whether they speak his languages or not). I like to think he's like that stereotypical thirteen-year-old on Xbox Live. You know, braggadocious, anything that goes wrong is obviously not his fault and here's why, lots of "suck my hemes" or "is your clutchmate hot" or "that's not what your mom said last night" nonsense. I have absolutely zero doubt that I will roleplay none of this when the time comes, given how low RP my group tends to be in general and the nature of this one-shot in particular, but that's fine lol Anyway his "patron" is Zoamelgustar from Slayers NEXT because why not, I know nothing about the lore in the 5e universe we're in and just because I got myself ridiculously attached to this throw-away character doesn't mean I have to take it all seriously at the same time. That's also where the clasp for his ridiculously oversized cloak and the belt buckle on his (currently girded because I was proud of my weird digitigrade legs on the first fullbody sketch I made and didn't want to cover them up lol) oversized skirt/kilt/whatever came from. Maybe he found a dead adventurer somewhere and stole their (her?) fancy bits, including a weird talisman to a deity whose horns were like, totally just like his, bro.

Littlehands is... not really a great character for pure D&D min-maxing—we use the array system for starting stats on these one-shots and there wasn’t a way to bump his charisma (and thus his spell modifiers and save DC) up one more point.  On the flip side, I also couldn’t make his dex as low as I wanted to because Kobolds get a +2 dex mod so 10 was the lowest I could get it.  I thought making him sort of clumsy because he’s wearing a gigantic oversized cloak (and gigantic oversized robe/skirt/kilt/whatever, though I’ve girded it in the full body sketches because I liked how his legs came out and didn’t want to cover them up lol) made sense, but I’ve done the best I can with what I had, lol.  There’s a chance that we’ll level up these characters from 3 to 4 in the course of the one-shot, and at that point he’ll be a little better, but there’s no debating that he’s not really an optimized character.  That’s fine, though, since he’s destined to die.  Probably.

[sunny6677]

There's four of us!

A RED GUY X MALE! READER

Chapter 2: Jobs PART 2

TW: None, I believe.

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Red looked to a speaker on the wall, and took it, putting it close to mouth so they could hear loud and clear. "Um.. sorry to interrupt, guys.. have any of you s-- seen a strange, uhh.. box person?" He asked through the speaker.

"Box?" Said one of the employees, pointing to a green bag with a white plus symbol on it. "No, no, he's more of a business bag.. just a brown bag." Replied Red to the gesture the employee had made.

...

...

They only stared back intensely. Yellow then took the speaker and said; "He eats breakfast! He's one of those ones with one of himself!"

...

...

"Oh-- uh-- also, I think the phones ringing.." Said Red after a long minute of silence.

"Um.. maybe I should try, hold on.." Y/N fumbled with the speaker that was formerly in Yellows hands, and placed it up to to his mouth. "He-- he was singing, he went into that closet right over there a minute ago.."

...

...

"You need to be more aggressive, Y/N! I say, letting them walk all over you is not going to do the trick!" Said Duck suddenly, grabbing the speaker away from him. "Hu-- Huh? But they didn't even say anything--"

Loudly, Ducks voice blared from the speakers; "Attention, freaks! It's me! We're supposed to be starting our new job any moment! How do we get out of here or away from you immediately?!"

...

...

They went back to work.

"How strange, they're pretending they don't respect me!" Scoffed Duck, rolling his eyes at their mocking behavior. "And the phones still ringing, guys, isnt..." Red began to walk towards the door containing the phone ringing.

"Isn't anyone gonna get that?" He asked, the workers only dismissively glanced at him while still doing their work. "Um.. I can answer it for you if you want." Softly offered Y/N, walking up to him.

"Huh? Oh, no, no need.. I'll get it." Replied Red.

"Oh.. well-- I can still go with you if you want." Y/N offered once more, averting his eyes.

"Um.. sure, I guess you can."

"Good!.."

Y/N followed Red into the office where the phone was ringing, but stopped upon hearing Ducks voice say something behind him as Red entered into the office.

"I say, that Y/N fellow always just let's people walk all over him! He's really got to stand up for himself sometime!"

"Um.. yeah. He sure does." Replied Yellow, seemingly not knowing what to say to that.

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...

Y/N closed the door.

Red picked up the phone and spoke into it softly, "Um.. hello.. your through to.. Petersons and Sons and Bits and Friends.. huh." He read carefully off the wall as Y/N stood stiffly next to the chair behind the desk that was inside the office.

Y/N didn't bother to pay attention to what Red had to say to the person on the phone, only staying alone in his thoughts that had manifested upon hearing what Duck had said. He didn't let people walk all over him, he wasn't weak like Duck thought of him as. So why did Duck treat him like that?

After a few minutes, Red put down the phone and said; "Alright, Y/N-- let's go."

"Oh, um, right.." Softly replied Y/N, being immediately pulled out of his thoughts. It was only when he took one step when a sudden female voice with a Scottish accent spoke from below.

"Wow! Nice work! Your a real go-getter, arent ya?" The Printer was speaking, which was not really strange considering what it was like around this world, but was still a bit freaky nonetheless. Y/N caught himself flinching back in fear, a little startled.

Red took a step in front of him and got in front of him, knowing full well how he felt about random talking objects randomly appearing. "Am-- am I? I don't really think I am, most people say i--" "Well I think you are! And you've got such a beautiful telephone voice if I may say so myself!"

"Oh.. thanks, thats very kind."

"Thank YOU! Why don't you sit down and--"

A pair of hands randomly pulled Red into the chair, Red appeared very uncomfortable with the position he was now in. Y/N slightly flinched, now a little afraid for Red.

"--make yourself comfortable?"

"Oop! I got a fax coming in for you!" As she(the printer) said that, she grunted as it came out of her and made noise. The fax in question read; "Hello, you're doing well. I like you."

Y/N swallowed his spit and felt a chill run up his spine.

"Oh, that's nice.. who's this from?" Asked Red.

"Me~" The Printer answered.

With the combination of Reds very clearly uncomfortable demeanor and aura, and Y/Ns fearful face, he(Y/N) couldn't help but shake the feeling that he was going to regret ever coming here with his friends.

And as much times as he tried to deny it inside his mind, he couldn't help but feel as if it were true.

[kiridarling]

𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎.

thank you so much to @daisy-bakugo for letting me participate in her vice city collab! i had a blast writing this piece, and i’m terribly sorry this is so long that was a mistake (and congrats on 2k!!) also, the phattest of thank you’s to @eijishimas for brainstorming/beta-ing :) you saved me ☺🤲🏼

katsuki bakugou and eijirou kirishima | f!reader, time travel sex, guns, prostitute/stripper idrk!reader, tw!blood (non-descriptive), dacryphilia, squirting, spit roasting, d-penn, shower sex, multiple rounds. minors dni!

— 5k words (yikes)

"Say, Sweetheart. You wanna get outta here?"

Las Vegas, Nevada. April 15th, Year 3036.

"You ready?"

Mina shoots you a look through the golden-lit mirror, wiggling her eyebrows. You roll your eyes and finish dusting the powder off your cheeks before rising to your feet and tugging at the belt of your silk robe. "My answer's the same every night."

Vice City. A strip club and casino in Las Vegas, Nevada, where opposites collide—the poor and the rich, the beautiful and the ugly, the smart and the stupid. There's no judgment because here, they're all degenerates looking for a good time, and you're just a pretty face with a good body.

As your silk robe hits the floor, it's kicked to the side with a heel, and you saunter through the beaded entrance to your private room and into the vibrating club. Giving your bodyguard a solid pat on the shoulder as you watch the sea of bodies shake, you complete the ritual.

"No creeps?" You demand more than request. He nods curtly.

"No creeps."

You give him a cute little smile and let your hand linger for a little longer than necessary before stepping into the neon red chaos of the strip club. Because what do the rich and the poor have in common?

They're all addicts.

Surprisingly, humanity doesn’t kill the planet.

Mother Nature's still standing strong—though the sun is a bit swollen—and space exploration solved that overpopulation issue. Bill Gates taught us all how to avoid a climate disaster and Tesla put Ford out of business. Humanity is much bigger than earth now; we're no longer people of the planet, but an intergalactic species that still eat Costco pizza rolls for dinner but killed Cable along with cars with wheels. Costco still exists—Starbucks doesn't.

Still no aliens, though.

"See something you like, Cutie?"

In your defense, he's been standing over here with his friends for ages—almost like they're casing the damn place—but those ruby red eyes kept floating your way regardless, and you'd rather bag it with someone your age before you're requested by another seventy-year-old. The redhead blinks like he's shocked you came over here in the first place—like he didn't watch you sashay yourself to the other side of the club just for him. You suppose the name fits. Cutie.

He looks at you with a strangely giddy look on his face before he's licking his lips and swallowing, eyes flickering to the blondie to his right.

"I'll be back in like, twenty minutes, man."

The blond gives him an exasperated look and groans—his other two friends don't notice. "Eiji—"

"Twenty minutes!" The redhead yells over the music as you not-so-subtly pull him away. Your regular GILF looks your way, and you suppress the queasy feeling in knowing that at least you'll be able to fuck someone from your decade.

"You got a wallet, Cutie?" You purr as you two approach the back room. The redhead winks, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out the fattest black leather wallet you've seen in a long time.

"Don't go anywhere without it," he says, but falters when your bodyguard holds his hand out with a request for fifty bucks. "I—whoa dude, why am I paying you?"

"Because that's how it goes. The young lady gets her share," your bodyguard clarifies. The redhead looks at you for what seems to be for confirmation. You nod.

"Alright," he resigns with a shrug, stuffing a fifty into your bodyguard's sweaty hand. The man grunts but clears some of the beads guarding the entrance to your private room anyways, giving you two enough space to go inside.

"No door? That seems a little...exposing," the redhead snorts to himself before he's holding his hand out, despite the fact that you’re already nestling comfortably in his lap. "Eijirou, by the way."

You take his hand apprehensively, and he snorts at your confused frown. Eijirou's big—painfully so, and you feel small sat upon his thick thighs because you are in comparison—and he has to curve his back a bit so you're at eye-level. "What? No one's introduced themselves to you before?"

You shake your head, "Usually they just throw me onto the bed and get right to it."

Eijirou rolls his eyes at that, and you don't realize he's guiding your hips into a smooth roll until the harsh fabric of his jeans brushes against you in the best way. He moves you in time with the music vibrating the walls, "I guess that makes me more of a gentleman, then."

His lips hover over yours and yet he never advances, doesn't move to kiss you on the lips, nothing—it nearly has you buzzing. So does the hand he pins you to his lap with. "Are you going to kiss me or what?"

"What's your name, Sweetheart," he asks lowly. You give it to him, and he grins.

"Y/N,” Eijirou tries on his lips before he confirms it with a nod. "A pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Aren't you the flatterer," you purr, coiling your arms around your neck. His hand finds your ass and you're almost positive he's going to close the gap between you two until he says:

"Who were you runnin' from, Y/N?”

Years in the business help build a mask and you wear yours well, with that cute little smile as you cock your head to the side and ask, "I'm afraid I'm not following."

"Oh, I think you are," he says, looking you dead in the eyes. The gravity in his face doesn't falter. "Who was it."

As he stares into your soul, your own eyes avert to the sheets. "What's it to you?"

"It's nothing to me, really," he shrugs off his jacket and places it on the bed next to him before returning to his initial position—or perhaps, closer. "But I happen to find you real cute, and cute things deserve to feel safe, no?"

"In case you haven't checked, this isn't a very safe place," you scoff, removing your arms from his neck to cross them over your chest. "And I don't appreciate idiots like you trying to save someone like me just 'cause you wanna get your dick wet more than once."

Eijirou raises an eyebrow but he never stalls, "Oh? This happens often then?"

"I—" you falter, "...No."

"C'mon, Sweetheart," Eijirou tugs you by the waist and you have to press your hands to his chest to keep him from falling forwards. "You don't wanna stay in this place, do you?"

"It's my job," you defend with a huff. The redhead shrugs.

"Sure, but don't you want a little adventure? A little excitement in your life?"

"Like there isn't enough excitement right here?" You snort. Eijirou teeters his head back and forth, though the daring look never fades.

"But something tells me you're bored," he says with a near sarcastic face, clicking his tongue. "Something tells me you find the idea of something new exciting."

You open your mouth to respond but he keeps you from doing so, finally pressing his lips to yours. You nearly squeal in surprise but somehow, you find yourself kissing back with a passion you've never kissed another client with before—and maybe, just maybe, the idea of something new doesn't sound too bad.

Eijirou pulls away with a cocky grin like he knew you'd like it. Like he knew that'd be the catalyst for your response to what he says next, and maybe, he's not as much of an idiot as you thought.

And maybe you’re more of an idiot than you thought.

"Say, Sweetheart. You wanna get outta here?"

"Yes," you breathe, like an idiot, because you were wholly and utterly unprepared for what happens next.

Eijirou gives you the cutest smile, before reaching into his jacket and pulling out a gun.

He sees your expression change and lifts both hands, pointing the black pistol towards the ceiling, "I—hey wait, you're gonna be fine, okay? I won't shoot you."

You cower and he pouts. Apparently, this wasn't the reaction he was expecting at all.

"I swear! I'm mentally stable, see?" He flips it sideways with a grin, "the safety's on."

You hate it that his comment makes you trust him. Slightly.

"C'mon," Eijirou smiles, reaching his gunless hand out for you to take. You do, albeit reluctantly. "I won't do anything too stupid. Just...shake things up a bit."

Shake things up a bit, Eijirou says, and yet the first thing he does is when you two exit the room is press the pistol to your bodyguard’s head.

"Eijirou," you hiss. Luckily no one in the club has noticed, yet, but you doubt their ignorance will last for long.

"I'm gonna need my fifty back, buddy," Eijirou pats the man on the back, and it's strange—you've always thought your bodyguard to be a big guy, but he looks rather petite next to the redhead. Your bodyguard reaches for his walkie-talkie, but Eijirou tuts, tapping his hand away with the tip of his gun.

"Hey dude, I'm not gonna shoot you. See? The safety's on," He repeats, flashing the barrel. Your bodyguard's eyes widen, and so do yours.

The safety isn't on.

"So, that fifty," Eijirou purrs, and your bodyguard stuffs the bill into his chest with a grumble. Eijirou hums, satisfied, and gives the crumpled bill to you without a second glance, too busy nodding to his friend on the other side of the strip club. A noirette from across the way nods back.

Pop-pop!

It's fucking chaos, as anyone would expect when blindly firing into a crowded club. Eijirou keeps a tight hold on your hand as he and his other three boys storm towards the pit bosses working the casinos with guns a-blazing, demanding they fill their pillowcases like a bunch of C-class thugs.

What the fuck did you get yourself into.

"This is not what I meant by excitement," you hiss through grit teeth as a terrified pit boss fills Eijirou's bag like he's a greedy kid with an attitude on Halloween, while your co-workers cower under the bar and pool tables. Eijirou sticks his tongue your way.

"This isn't the exciting part, Little Miss Excitement."

It's the steady sound of sirens that has your eyes widening, and the fact that you're positive they're getting louder. You catch sight of your bodyguard on his walkie-talkie, big body cowering behind the smallest trashcan, and turn back just in time to see Eijirou squint as he aims and shoots bullseye.

"That is."

The police have lost sight of two vehicles carrying the four armed men who robbed Vice City Casino and Club tonight at roughly 2:53 am. Witnesses say they came in a group of four but left with an exotic dancer named—

The moment the blondie from the club sees you walk through the door, he’s tossing the stack of bills in his hand with a sigh.

"Katsuki, Y/N. Y/N, Katsuki."

Katsuki looks nothing but happy, and refuses to acknowledge your presence as he crosses his arms.

"Ei. What the hell did we say about witnesses."

"Um," the redhead rubs his lips together before wearily looking at you, and you hike his jacket further up your shoulder. At least he was decent enough to give you that. She's an exception?"

"Not a fuckin' thing," the blond grunts, turning to you to flash a tight smile. "Goodbye."

"I—wait," Eijirou skates until he's stood over the ash-blond, with a hand on his shoulder and the other braced against the table. Speaking in a quieter voice, he says, "C'mon man. The poor thing was practically begging to get outta there."

The ash-blond does nothing but sigh before shoving a palm into a pile of money to push himself into the kitchen—and subsequently further away from you.

"She's gonna call the cops," Katsuki grunts wearily from the island, eyes narrowed. Eijirou follows.

"She's not gonna call the cops, dude," the redhead scoffs at the outlandish idea. "You heard the radio! At this point, she's as deep in it as we are."

As they continue to go back and forth over the island, you let your eyes wander. It’s a penthouse, and rather homely, with near egg yolk lighting, high walls, and big windows. You can't help but think about how you're in a strangely expensive part of the city before remembering this evening's events. No wonder they can afford such a nice place.

You find yourself smiling at a particular corner with a frustrating amount of photos stuffed on a little glass table, one that contains a selfie of the two housemates in high school uniforms. There's a ring sat in front of it, one that glints gold when you hold it up to your face, and if you squint you can see little flecks of green in the red of the ruby. It looks scarily close to an engagement ring.

"Hey, what's this?"

Both of their eyes rocket from the conversation to see you slip the delicate thing onto your ring finger.

"Don't touch it!" Eijirou tenses before realizing it's much too late for that. "Er—at least don't twist the top."

"The...top?" You ask, lifting your hand until it's at eye level.

"Yeah like, the jewel thingy," the redhead gestures to the ruby—and you can't stop thinking about how it's almost the same color as his hair. Waddling into the kitchen with your eye still trained on the thing, you ask:

"What is it?"

"A time-travel device," the ash-blond grunts. Eyes still full of suspicion, he watches you and the redhead interact over the island with arms crossed over his chest and reclining against the sink. You frown.

"Aren't those usually...bigger?" Because even though it's 3036, time-travel is still fairly new (space exploration took a long time, okay) and all the machines you've seen are at least the size of a shower. And yet, this one can sit on your pinky.

"Kats has been working on some stuff," Eijirou beams and it edges on proud; you notice the ash-blond near blushes with a huff as you hop to sit on the marble counter.

"'S nothin'."

You stare at the thing in faint amazement, and Katsuki kicks off the sink to near the island. Lifting an eyebrow, you say, "You know you could get rich off something like this? Instead of robbing strip clubs for a living.”

The ash-blond scoffs, and you wonder if someone else has told him that before. "If I gave that to the public, I have no fuckin' clue what they'd do with that shit."

And you shrug, supposing he's right—time-travel devices are hard to get your hands on, and that's for a reason. If everyone starts jumping around in the time-space continuum, fucking with shit, the world will promptly and utterly collapse. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

"It doesn't work with a big time range," Katsuki defends with a shrug, sliding his forearms on the counter. "The most it can do is a few hours"

"Not that it makes this any less cool," Eijirou says with a slight bounce. "I personally think it's really fun to play with."

Katsuki rolls his eyes. "That's 'cause you use it to fuck."

You nearly choke.

"I—what?"

"W-Well, okay," Eijirou chuckles sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "But also other stuff! Like when I'm really hungry, I might go to the future and take some of my fries. Future me's fries, that is."

"Or you'll try to take future-me’s goddamn burger," Katsuki growls. You flip the ring over like there's anything left to see.

"How often do you use it?"

"Nightly," Katsuki answers for him. Your eyebrows lift. Oh wow.

"It—it's not nightly," Eijirou defends weakly, huffing and puffing. "Weekly maybe, but—"

"Almost every night," Katsuki sums for him, giving you a little grin. You snort back before your eyes drop to the ring again.

"Uh oh," the redhead almost gasps, fingers thrumming on the island on either side of your being, "She's thinkin' about it."

"I'm not thinking about it," you huff, though your eyes never leave the ring. It's an...interesting prospect.

"Oh, you're totally thinking about it," Katsuki grunts, and you struggle to find where his enthusiasm came from. What happened to goodbye?

"C'mon," Eijirou tempts with a casual toss of the head. He touches your shoulder—Katsuki touches the other. "See what happens."

"What if—" you stare at the ring with pursed lips, fingers grabbing the ruby. "What if it's random? Or if we're not where we expect to be in a few hours or something."

Eijirou shrugs. "It's always a gamble, but that's where the fun is, no?"

You look down at the thing with a sigh. You suppose.

In one quick move, you twist the gem and screw your eyes shut. At first, you feel nothing, but then there's a sudden head rush, and you can easily see how someone can get addicted to this.

You hear a faint sound, one that could be excused as a rush of wind past your ears, before you feel your knees against a hard surface and your body in a different position.

"Oh, I like this much better."

You open to your eyes to a much different sight than you closed them to.

Katsuki and Eijirou look gargantuan when you’re on your knees, your back flush against the refrigerator and eyes watering due to the cock nestled halfway down your throat. You choke in surprise from the sensation, hands rushing to keep Katsuki from cutting your oxygen supply off for good as Eijirou stands impatient, cock hard in his hand and drooling for attention.

"F-Fuck," the ash-blond wheezes, seemingly just as taken aback from the position as you are. "Your mouth is fuckin' heaven."

"C'mon Sweetheart, don't ignore me now," EIjirou purrs, chuckling as the head of his cock hits your cheek with a wet slap. "At least give me a little something."

You grab his cock harder than you would've out of slight indignance, grinning around the other when it makes him hiss; Eijirou joins Katsuki in resting a hand on the fridge door for purchase.

You weren't the best at Vice City for nothing, after all.

"Shit, loosen that grip a little, will ya?" Eijirou wheezes—you don't listen, and his chest shudders when you seem to only move faster.

"'M too fuckin' close, where's that ring," Katsuki blabbers more than he grunts, and you lift your hand just in time for him to twist the jewel again, sending you three rocketing into the past.

You cough and splutter atop the kitchen island, chest heaving as you finally get the air Katsuki's cock allows. The head rush definitely doesn't help, and you find yourself getting dizzy enough to grab for someone's hand.

"Breathe, Princess," Katsuki says, and Eijirou lifts your hand to his chest so yours can rise and fall with his.

"So that's," you wheeze once you're able to get some semblance of a breath back. "That's time travel sex, huh?"

"Yeah," Eijirou says, a little breathless himself. "Addictive, right?"

"A little," you giggle, and find yourself looking for the ring again. Katsuki snorts.

"What, you wanna go back or somethin'?"

You flush red, eyes darting to the walls guilty, "A little bi—wah!"

There's a rush and the room morphs again. You would’ve fallen headfirst into a set of white sheets if it weren’t for the fact that you’re sat on Eijirou’s face.

"Hello beautiful~" the redhead singsongs from below, and you can't help but notice your bra is MIA as Katsuki takes a seat behind

you to run his hands up your sides to put the underside of your breasts.

"Pervert," you snort, though you figure you’re just as bad as he is with two of Eijirou's fingers deep in your pussy and Katsuki's hand on your clit. The redhead's leaving hickey after hickey on your inner thighs and you just try your damnest to not fall.

"Only for you," Eijirou winks cheekily, scissoring his fingers, and your hips stutter against his face when he slides his tongue in between.

"Fuckin' love the sounds you make," Katsuki grunts, before his other hand finds your neck and tightens. "And fuck you're so goddamn wet—you love this, don't you?"

You keen with a nod (and suppress the urge to say no shit, Sherlock), and Katsuki's pinching your clit between his two fingers, licking a fat stripe up your neck and chuckling when you shiver.

"What, your clients don't make you feel this good, Sweetheart?" Eijirou practically moans into your cunt, eyebrows folding when you thread your fingers through his hair and yank. "Bet that fifty was worth it, wasn't it?"

"Y-Yeah I—" you whimper, unable to get a sentence past your shuddering chest. "Guys, I'm gonna—"

The bedroom melts back into the kitchen, you're back in Eijirou’s jacket and not sat on his face. Your thighs and neck are hickey-less and yet, you're still so fucking horny.

"I hate you," you seethe, almost immediately, and Eijirou's grin is so wide it bends his eyes.

"Awe, you love me," he giggles and your frown only deepens as you reach for the ring—Katsuki snatches it out of arms way with a tut.

"Ah ah Princess, don't be greedy now," he purrs, but you couldn't give a shit about being greedy, and it shows in the way you quickly grab for it again. Katsuki passes the ring to Eijirou and it easily becomes a game of monkey in the middle.

"Give it—"

"I don't think so, Sweetheart," Eijirou says, pressing a big hand to your face to keep you from going any further. With a smirk, the redhead twists the ring, and suddenly you're full of him on the kitchen counter.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight," he curses behind grit teeth, sweat practically dripping off his shoulders in rivulets as he pushes your face into the kitchen island so hard it's numb. So are your knees. "You're so pretty like this—shit—"

You barely have the room to whimper, let alone answer, and you find Katsuki perched on the opposite counter, weeping cock in hand. The redhead chuckles as you struggle to take all of him, hips squirming as he aims for places you've never been able to hit on your own. "I'd stick your tongue back in your mouth if I were you, Sweetheart. The money’s a little dirty, don't you think?"

And that's when you realize your knees are elevated upon two stacks of green, possibly some of what Katsuki had been counting earlier, and a twenty swims in a pool of drool under your cheek.

"Oh, but I don't think you care," Eijirou grunts, shoving your face deeper into the marble countertop as his hips speed up. "Dirty fuckin' girl. Bet you'd do anything for a fifty."

"I wanna fuck her," Katsuki rushes as if his mouth moves before he can speak. Eijirou wheezes a laugh.

"What, I can't enjoy this?"

"No,” the ash-blond grunts.

"Hmm..." Eijirou debates, though his hips never stop as he gives Katsuki a look and goes, "How about no?"

Katsuki growls at that, and you find your fingers clumsily twisting the ruby on the ring that sits on Eijirou's finger, sending the three of you flinging further into the future.

"Fuck!"

"This isn't the future I was referring to, but I'm not complainin'," Katsuki grunts with a feral grin. You nearly slip due to all the water in the shower and you're positive that you see the sunrise through the window paint Eijirou's skin gold.

"I gotcha, Sweetheart," Eijirou soothes, rubbing a hand up and down your arms while your nails dig into his shoulders, the red lines jagged from how roughly Katsuki fucks you from behind. "Fuck—you're doing so good for us, taking him so well."

You whimper and Katsuki lands a heavy slap on your ass—heavy to the point where you nearly knocks both you and the redhead into the tile behind him. Eijirou's calloused hands find your clit fairly easily, and that's enough to almost send you over the edge, pussy fluttering around Katsuki's cock.

"She's gonna cum," Katsuki grunts. "Can fuckin' feel it."

"Uh oh," the redhead singsongs, turning to you with a grin. "Were you trying to be slick, Sweetheart?”

Though it's difficult, you lift your head, eyes swimming in unshed tears as you choke, "I—n-no, it's jus—"

You're in the bedroom again—this time your back comes in contact with a dresser, metal rattling from the weight Eijirou slams you into it with. The redhead supports you both with two feet planted into the floor and a hand around your waist, grunting into your ear with an exhaustion that implies you've got to be at this for hours.

"Ei-Eiji—"

"I know, Sweetheart," the redhead coos breathlessly, licking up the sweat that runs down your neck. "Just a few more times, okay? Hold on for just a little longer."

You sob, head thunking against the wall as you realize you have no idea where Katsuki is. Though it's only a fleeting thought because before you know it, Eijirou's dropping you to your feet, bending you in half, and railing you into the wall.

"Goddamn," he grunts, sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip, "this is—this is the best lay I've had in a fat second."

You pant a laugh, hands pressing into the wall to steady yourself, "Good—good to know the fifty bucks was worth it."

"Oh baby, it was more than worth it," Eijirou hikes your leg up as high as it'll go for a deeper angle and he gets it, his growl melting into a semi-chuckle as you squeal, thighs jumping.

"Fuck Ei!" You scream, and he's tugging your hair to straighten your back out.

"You like it rough, Sweetheart?" He pants into your ear, grabbing your neck for a better grip. You nod as much as you can.

"Y-Yeah—I—" Eijirou drops you until you're stood at a perfect 90-degree angle, "I need—need'ta cum, p-please—"

"Twist the ring, Sweetheart," He pants, resting his hand on the wall next to yours. It still glints gold on his fourth finger in the moonlight, "Get us there together, yeah?"

You don't have to be told twice.

"Mph!"

"Fuck!”

Your knees dig into a mattress again as Katsuki fills your mouth. With his cock down your throat and Eijirou's buried deep in your cunt, there isn't much you can do but take both of them at the same time—though you're positive that's what they intended.

"Shit, me too." Eijirou wheezes a chuckle as his hips piston into you, his sweaty chest sticking to your back while he reaches between your thighs to rub your clit. That’s enough to send you flailing over the edge, moan muffled by Katsuki’s slowly softening cock. Then, with a devilish grin (and before the redhead can cum) Katsuki reaches for the ring on Eijirou’s finger and twists it.

“You asshole,” Eijirou groans, and suddenly you three are back in the shower, with Katsuki’s hips battering into yours as the redhead supports your weight from below. Katsuki chuckles before his grip tightens and he’s filling you with another load.

“C’mon Princess,” Katsuki grunts, reaching for your clit. “Come for us again.”

You choke again before you’re digging your head into Eijirou’s muscled chest with a moan, shaking from the aftershocks Katsuki continues to fuck you through them.

Until the room morphs, and you’re face down on the kitchen counter.

“Fucking finally,” Eijirou wheezes with a bitter chuckle, casually flipping Katsuki the middle finger as he's sat on the opposing counter. “Fuck, you're shaking baby, you gonna cum with me? Yeah?“

Eijirou batters into your cervix and that's the catalyst for your third orgasm. You squeeze so tight you think you may have knocked the wind out of the redhead when his chest crashes into your back, and you open your eyes just in time to see the kitchen melt into the bedroom again—in a time you all have yet to visit.

Your legs are thrown over Katsuki’s shoulders as he pushes your back deeper into Eijirou’s chest, both of their cocks filling you so much and so well it brings tears to your eyes. As your thighs quiver with an impending orgasm, Katsuki’s the first to fall off the edge, eyebrows furrowing as his nails dig into the meat of your thighs.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, voice fucked hoarse and lips bit pink. Eijirou nibbles into your shoulder with a gasp as his sweaty hand finds your clit again, neither of their hips ever stopping.

“Cum for us one more time, Sweetheart,” he pants into your neck before adding another hickey to the collection. Your chest shudders.

“I—I can’t—“

“Oh yes you fuckin’ can,” Katsuki growls, and you squeal as he tweaks a nipple. “I know you got one more in there. Give it.”

Your legs kick against his chest with a curse as you orgasm for the final time—this one much wetter than the last.

“Holy shit,” Eijirou nearly laughs, looking at where the three of you are connected. “Did you just squirt?”

“I—“ your face blends red when you see the absolute and utter mess that sits in Katsuki’s lap, before looking away with a determination to never see it again. “...Maybe.”

“Clean up?” Eijirou asks, eyes flickering to the ash-blond. Katsuki shrugs.

“Nah.”

A rush of wind and you’re sat on the kitchen counter. Eijirou’s jacket protects you from getting goosebumps due to a drop in temperature and though you do shiver, you find your body much more unscathed than it was.

“Hi,” Eijirou chuckles a little breathlessly.

“Hi,” you giggle back, a little nervous but in the best way. “So um...we do all of that tonight?”

“I guess so,” the redhead says a bit cheekily, raising an eyebrow. And then, with a wink, “Probably more.”

You stare at the ring on his hand in awe. Whoa.

"I fuck—fine, we can keep her, Shitty Hair," Katsuki grumbles from his spot near the kitchen sink, and despite the sour look on his face, you can't find a hint of it in his voice. Figures.

"Told you he'd say yes," Eijirou beams with a thumbs up.

"Can we...go do that stuff now?" You ask, albeit a bit hesitantly because...well, usually people are asking to have sex with you. Is this how they feel?

"Of course we can, Sweetheart," the redhead beams, before taking the ring off to place it onto the counter. "It was all a part of the future, after all."

[rogue-durin-16]

MERMAID

Summary: the sexual tension of George and Y/n's weird friendship is getting the best of their friends, so when Harry suggests a trip to the Black Lake, they become adamant about getting them together.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: fluff

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Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: language and a bit of makeout

A/N: BITCH I THOUGHT THIS WAS A SHORT ONE??? I needed some fluff for this boy since I'm torturing him, so here it goes an idea I had half asleep in the bus, enjoy <3

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"They're literally— her legs are wrapped around his hips— are you kidding me?!" I whispered-shouted in desperation. "This is unbearable!"

"Fred relax, they just need a little push." Hermione's words sounded ridiculous even for her own ears.

"I brought her here!" Harry backed me up, equally annoyed. "If that's not one hell of a push, then what is it?"

"Shush, boys." Ginny spoke, her eyes still closed under her sunglasses as she laid on her towel. "We have hours ahead of us for them to make a move."

I puffed, my eyes returning to George, whose arms were wrapped around Y/n's middle from behind, making her squeal before throwing her to a deeper part of the lake.

They would not make a move.

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READER'S P. O. V.

We had moved to the dock in order to see the sunset better, and, now that the sun was low and the light lacking, we began to pick things up.

"Why the long face?" George questioned when he saw my gaze.

"I'd have enjoyed a night swim, if I'm being honest." I got up and went to grab my bag. "Another time I g— George!" I couldn't help but cry out when his arms picked me up and threw me into the water. "You fucking plonker!" I yelled, moving my wet hair away from my face. "This was the only dress I brought!" The lake wasn't as deep there, so I could easily stand on my feet and climb up, but I was already drenched.

George was bent over himself, laughing loudly, so he was helpless when Ginny pushed him into the lake.

As he resurfaced besides me, I couldn't help but burst into laughter at his shocked, betrayed face; it was priceless.

"Have fun you two." Ginny spoke as the rest laughed. "C'mon guys." The redhead grabbed my bag and Hermione picked George's, and soon it was just the two of us there.

"Aren't you going to thank me?" George broke the silence, crouching to dip his body underwater, protecting it for the blows of wind.

"Why?" I moved deeper into the lake, seeking the protection of the chill temperature too.

"You got your night swim."

"My dress is soaked!" I exclaimed, splashing him right in the face.

"Oi, so is my shirt!" He replied, following my lead and diving in. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, idly swimming and floating until George stopped moving and spoke. "You know? You kinda remind me of a mermaid."

"You've seen a lot of them?" I quirked an eyebrow, giving up the swimming to stand on my feet.

"Git." He send a splash of water in my direction, making me giggle. "I mean like the one in the perfects' bathroom."

"You're not allowed into the prefects' bathroom, Weasley," I moved my hands on the water's surface, creating little waves around me. "Unlike me, you're not a Prefect, because only prats become Prefects." I quoted him in a mocking tone.

"Are you gonna rat me out, Y/l/n?" He teased, eyebrows raised as he circled me.

"I would, but I don't get anything out of it." I shrugged, sinking into the water once more until the only thing over it was my face. "Sooo..."

"Sooo..." He mocked me, making my eyes roll.

"A mermaid." George hummed, taking a look at the moon, which was shinning more than it usually would. "Is it because I'll lure you into the depths of the black lake?" I inquired, his eyes meeting mines when my hands found his underwater tugging him towards me as I stepped back, deeper into the water.

"I'd follow you without question." He dramatically replied, doing as he had said with a smile on his face until his feet couldn't reach the bottom.

"How romantic." My fingertips traveled up his forearms, reaching his shoulders as he moved even closer to me.

A wicked smile slipped through my gaze and he didn't have time to step back before I shoved him down in repay for dunking me earlier. I was quick to rush in the shore's direction, but not quick enough.

"Oi, not so fast!" He half swam half ran after me, taking a hold of my leg and pulling on it, and, given that I was standing on my tiptoes, consequently dragging me back to him. "You're a nightmare."

"I think you mean a dream." I mused, spinning to meet his gaze.

"Nah," His hands had left my legs after I catching me, and now rested on my hips. "I'm pretty sure of what I mean."

"Is it because I haunt your dreams in the night?" I laughed at my own joke, my fingertips toying with the hem of his shirt, slightly floating due to the water. "Can't sleep with the thought of me on your mind, huh?"

It was meant to be another playful tease, but by the way his hands' hold tightened ever so slightly, it dawned on me that maybe I had taken a too accurate guess.

My heart hammered against my chest as I have his shirt a tug. "If you wanna kiss me so bad, pretty boy, why don't you?"

He snorted as if I was joking; I couldn't blame him, though. We were always joking about that. "Why don't you kiss me, if you want it so bad?"

I went for a laugh and a shake of my head as a response, not trusting my voice. A particularly cool blow of wind caught us and he shivered; the temperature had gone significantly lower in the last couple of minutes. "C'mon, I don't wanna freeze to death, and we got a long way to the common room." I caught one of his hands as they left my hips and led him back to the shore. "They took the towels?!"

"Don't worry," the ginger said, taking off this drenched tee to wring it out. "We'll kill them later." He assured me, throwing the clothing back on as I wringed the hem of my dress. "C'mon, love." This time it was him taking my hand to lead the way.

We walked in silence, cracking a joke or two as we made our way to the castle. Finally reaching the stairs of the boat house, we began to climb them.

"Oi." George gave my hand a tug, his eyes scanning our surroundings. "You heard that?"

"Stop it." I chuckled, playfully bumping his chest before attempting to pull his hand to resume our walk; he had been pulling the strange noise card the whole walk. "C'mon—"

"Shhh!"

"I'm not gonna fall for it." I climbed off one of the steps to meet the ginger. "I'm cold so—" and then I heard it. "What...?" My gaze left the boy to scrutinise the darkness over his shoulder.

"Told you." He whispered, prompting me to come closer to him with a squeeze on my hand.

"You've been joking about that the whole time!" I scolded in an equally quiet tone.

"Who said I was joking?" the eyes of us both fixed at the bottom of the stairs trying to discern something.

"You think we should go check...?"

"Darling, I think that's the worst idea you've ever had." He responded. "It could be anything— we're out here at night."

"Yeah, but we're almost in the castle." We had come incredibly closer, partially because of the unnerving feeling that something was watching us, but also because of the wind that hit our still very wet clothes.

He seemed to think for a moment before turning back to me. "Walk before me." He instructed, already pushing me upstairs. "I'll keep an eye behind us."

The paranoia in my mind increased as we went up— we were outside the castle, it truly could be anything, and I didn't exactly enjoy the idea of George at the back.

That noise again.

I huffed, frustration and fear growing inside me.

"Don't worry." George, who until now had been at least three steps behind me, rushed up, holding my waist and giving me a gentle squeeze. "It's probably nothing, alright?"

"Walk by me." I requested, in a mutter.

He seemed to understand the nature of my plead and his hands left my waist so he would be able to fall into step with me. "Can't take your eyes off me, huh?" He successfully lightened up the mood, but right when I was about to tease back, the damn noise sounded again, this time making us jump. "What the hell..."

"That sounded close." I pointlessly observed. George groaned when he went to grab his wand and realised it was in his bag, most likely in the common room already. "Running to the boathouse is very tempting." I joked, leaning on him with my eyes still looking for the source of our fear.

"Blimey, Aurora!" we had to refrain our yelps when Professor Sprout's voice ended the tense silence we had fallen in. "Didn't think I'd find you here."

As the Professors seemed to descend the stairs and consequently come closer, George and I shared a panicked look. In a rush of adrenaline, I tugged him to the edge of the stairs and made him jump out to the raw rocks with me right after him; we made it just in time for Sinistra and Sprout to walk down the place where we had been an instant ago.

GEORGE'S P.O.V.

Y/n peeked over the rail to see the two women chatting, following their path without any sign of suspicion. With a sigh of relief, her eyes fell on me, crouched besides her with a hand on the stone rail to steady myself. I raised my eyebrows, surprised at her resolution, and then proceeded to chuckle, which earned me a kick on my leg.

"Shut it." She warned me with a smile of her own.

Silence fell among us once again, and, when she stood up, propping herself on the railing, my mind decided it was a good time to stare.

She was always a sight for sore eyes, but now with the moonlight reflecting on her hair and skin, she seemed to glow. Her dress, though it was meant to be flowy, had stuck to her torso due to the water, and hugged her curves in the most delightful way. Oh what I would give for her to realise I wanted to hold her tight in a different way as she allowed me to.

"I'm gonna pretend you're not ogling me." She informed me, her eyes still fixed on the path our Professors had taken. I only smiled to myself, standing up to jump back to the stairs before offering her both my hands.

"C'mon darling." She took them in hers before climbing up the railing and jumping down in front of me.

Her words had been echoing in my mind during the whole walk.

-If you wanna kiss me so bad, pretty boy, why don't you?-

Did she mean it?

"What is it?" She questioned with a confused smile, staring at me. "What?" She repeated, but my mind was somewhere else.

My mind was at the lake, where her hands had roamed over my bare skin several times; where I had held her against me in nothing more than our bathing suits; where we had been left alone and she had found a thousand different reasons to take my hands or pull me closer; where her tone had dropped as she said those words at mere inches of my lips.

"George," she snapped her fingers in front of my eyes. "we gotta go."

Not yet, I thought, taking a step towards Y/n that felt like a leap of faith. Though she took a step back, her hands held my forearms, taking me with her just like she had done moments ago at the lake.

And just like it had happened before, her eyes lured me into drowning, and I followed without question.

The kiss was as deep as the black lake, my hands finding the rail behind her for some extra support —I had become weak on the knees, my legs feeling as if they were about to give out—, and her hands going from my arms to my chest without pulling away from my body.

The synchrony of our lips was unbelievably perfect, sending shocks through my whole body.

My lips detached from hers to pepper kisses down her jaw to her neck.

"George..." My name came up of her as a quiet moan and I felt dizzy, not noticing the moan that came out of my own mouth. "George," she called again, this time with a more steady voice, clearing her throat before pushing me away with her hand on my chest.

"Something wrong?" I inquired, trying to get a grip on myself. "Did I—?

"No— I'm very much enjoying this," She assured me. "but a moment ago we were scared shitless because—"

That noise.

Whatever that was, it was nearly in front of us. That time, along with that weird noise, something like whispers were heard.

We both yelped when Harry's Cloak of Invisibility was thrown to the ground before us, revealing three grinning idiots, them being Fred, Ron and Harry.

"On Merlin's beard..." My cheeks started to burn and I felt the imperative need of hiding my face. "What are you doing?"

"We needed to see if you'd finally make a move." Ron explained.

"We even bet on where would it happen." Harry confessed, making my cheeks go even redder. "Now we owe Ginny money." He grunted. "Ugh, you were so close on the lake, I almost won."

"For a moment there, Georgie," Fred was biting back a laugh. "I thought we would witness you two shagging." Ron grimaced at the thought. "Poor Harry panicked and threw the cloak down."

"I'm gonna murder y'all." Y/n jumped in, nearly as mortified as I was. "I finally got him to kiss me and you go and kill the mood! Why don't you piss off so we can do it again?"

Fred got the memo thanks to Y/n's death glare and they rushed upstairs, my twin brother whispering a quick 'congrats' as he passed by me.

"Well that wasn't like I expected our first kiss to go." She confessed, letting out a laugh at the sight of me. "You're as red as a beetroot."

"Shut up." I bumped her arm, a grin twitching the corners of my lips. "So you want me to kiss you again?"

"Of course." Her arms wrapped around my neck, bringing my closer. "If possible, without involving voyeurism." I snorted, tugging her hips to mines before leaning on to kiss her again.

Little did we know that Hermione and Ginny, ever the smart and subtle ones, were watching from the top of the stairs.

[plus-size-reader]

Face Punch

Jacob Black x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1551 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Bella calls in reinforcements for movie night when the rest of her friends bail. 

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Going to see the new Face Punch movie hadn't even been Bella's idea. It wasn't something she would have ever chosen to do for herself.

Still, when the entire group of her friends decided to go, she wasn't about to be the one to refuse. It just wasn't something she was comfortable with.

Not that any of that mattered when she actually showed up, knowing that Jessica wasn't coming and Angela was sick, meaning she and Eric weren't going to be coming out.

It couldn't have gotten any more awkward.

Bella knew well enough that both males were in some kind of casual competition over her and she wasn't exactly thrilled about that to begin with.

So the idea of being with the two of them alone couldn't have been worse.

That was the main reason she'd invited you.

The two of you hadn't seen each other in quite some time before she moved back to Forks, though when you got together again, it was like no time had passed at all.

You had been best friends as kids and it seemed that some things never changed.

...thankfully.

"Hey, how's it going?" You greeted, giving the dark haired girl a gentle hug. She didn't bother answered your question, giving you a look you couldn't misconstrue.

She never would have put herself in this position had she known how this would go. "Thank you for coming" she whispered, turning toward the waiting males to explain.

"This is Y/N. I thought I'd invite her since no one else could come" she shrugged, doing her best to be casual about it, though the real reason for your invitation was clear.

Luckily, neither Mike nor Jacob bothered to complain.

In fact, the latter was more concerned with the fact that he'd yet to meet you in all the time that he'd been spending with Bella recently.

You were the best kept secret in Forks, apparently.

"We're gonna see Face Punch right? It's not supposed to be very good" you laughed, sitting down at the end of the row beside the dark haired guy you'd come to understand was Jacob.

Mike had made it very clear that he was only present for one thing and that left Bella, in the middle of the two of them. Though, at least she wasn't alone.

Knowing you were there made her feel much better about the whole thing.

You thought that neither male would pay you much mind, seeing as they didn't know anything about you, but that wasn't exactly the case. As you watched the movie, you looked over to see Jacob looking at you in the dark.

"What's up?" You whispered, confused about what it was he needed. As far as you knew, it could have been anything.

Though, when he spoke, you realized that couldn't have been farther from the truth.

"You're really pretty. Did you know that?" He wondered, acting as if he wasn't even aware of how strange that was to say.

You had just met him an hour or so ago, but he'd already decided he was going to hit on you. There was a reason for that, of course, but you didn't know that.

At the moment, Jacob's body was undergoing incredible changes that even he didn't understand. His heart was pumping, his blood was boiling, and he could hardly stand it.

For now, all he could do was sit back and watch the movie and if he happened to bond with you in the process, that was just a bonus.

Not that knowing that seemed to matter when Mike stood from the chair and rushed toward the bathroom.

As much as your image had flooded Jacobs mind, and everything about you was clouding all his senses, the whole thing just made him angry.

The blonde was weak and ridiculous, something that Jacob couldn't hide even if he tried. That was how he ended up blowing up at him, losing all control of his upset.

It wasn't until you asked if he was okay that he found himself even able to focus at all.

"Are you okay? That was kind of intense" you asked, sitting down beside him on the theatre steps. You didn't really know each other that well, but you did want to know he was okay.

You'd heard quite a bit about Jacob in the last few months from Bella and you knew how important he was to her. That was more than enough for you to care about him a little bit.

"I don't know, I feel really weird right now. Do you, uh, mind if I hold your hand?" It didn't make much sense, logically of course, but in his animal mind, that was what he needed.

He needed some kind of grounding, and he just felt like you were the way to get that.

"I guess" you shrugged, letting the younger male reach out to take your hand in his own, feeling his skin on your own.

He was burning up.

Not like a fever either. Jacobs skin was practically on fire and you were getting really concerned. So concerned that by the time Bella came back into the theater after seeing Mike off, you were sure he needed to go home.

If not to the hospital.

"It's just hot in there I think. I'll be okay" Jacob assured, knowing that either of you could argue and when it was time to separate, you convinced yourself that he would be fine. You had no reason to worry for some kid Bella had befriended. He was a little flirty, but he didn't know anything about you.

There was nothing you should have felt for him.

...but you did.

As confusing as it was and as much as it didn't make any sense, you knew that you had to check up on him so that's exactly what you did. You asked Bella for his number and gave his house a call, hoping that he wouldn't think you were a maniac for calling for no reason.

You were just worried that something terrible had happened to him after that night at the theater. There was something wrong, you could just feel it.

It was weird, creepy even but you just couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. So, after going back and forth on the decision for hours, you picked up the phone and dialed the number that Bella had passed along.

It rang; once, twice, three times before there was a voice on the other line.

"Hello?"

You thought it was Jacob, as best you could recall, but there was something off about his tone. His voice was deeper than you remembered, raspier than you remembered, you were sure that it was.

You may not have known him super well, but you knew that he didn't sound like that a few nights ago.

"Hey, it's Y/N from the movies. I know this is weird but I just wanted to call and make sure that you're okay? You seemed really messed up after you left" you explained, rolling your eyes at your own rambling, knowing for sure he thought you were out of your mind.

There was no way anyone would ever do what you were doing unless they were entirely crazy.

There was silence on the other line for a moment or two, mostly as Jacob tried to compose a single thought in his head. He'd been thinking about you constantly since you went your separate ways, along with the other changes in his life.

...But he never thought you'd call.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I think it was just a little warm in there. I'm okay now" he allowed, hoping it didn't sound too fake. He really wasn't okay but there was no way for him to explain what he was going through to you.

Then it would be your turn to think he was out of his mind.

"Really? Cause Bella told me that you had the stomach flu. She's been really worried so I told her I'd try calling" you decided, it wasn't really your place to question what she'd heard over the phone from his family, but you were already here.

If Jacob didn't already think you were insane, he certainly did now, but that wasn't the main reason you did it. You were like an outsider in this whole thing, he didn't owe you anything in the way he owed her.

The two of them were close and she'd been a wreck these last few days.

"I'm fine, I thought I was sick but I woke up all better" he lied, this time not even bothering to try and make it convincing. He'd had his dad on his back these last few days, along with the rest of the pack and Sam Uley.

He wasn't going to have you on his back too. It crossed his mind that maybe he didn't want you to worry, and that was why he did it, but that couldn't have been the case, right? You hardly knew each other.

There was nothing Jacob should have felt for you, though, crazier things had happened since that night at the movie theater.

[headinthestaticsky]

The Phenomenon of the Immortal Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 3

None of the characters in Twilight belong to be, all rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

"'Cause I'm lovesick And I ain't even ashamed And I'm hard up, for some time in your sheets Would you be down to spend all your time with me? 'Cause I'm lovesick."

Lovesick by, BANKS.

The reception looked absolutely beautiful It seemed every inch of it was covered in decorations.

"I have to admit, Alice and Rosalie know what they're doing," Jasper said.

"They even made the cake look appetizing to me... not enough for me to stomach to eat it but still," I replied, ever since I had become a vampire, human food made me sick.

"They've done their job then," Jasper said a smile was still etched on his face.

We began to sway to the music, I melted into him.

"Please call me your baby, baby Look how long that you have kept me waiting I'm all in, look at all that I have given Oh, I know your love before I kissed you And now you have only made me miss you Come get me Come love me, baby come love me."

"'Cause I'm lovesick And I ain't even ashamed And I'm hard up, for some time in your sheets Would you be down to spend all your time with me? 'Cause I'm lovesick."

"I just wish Bree could be out here with the rest of us..."

"I wish she could too, but even if she wasn't presumed dead...being around all the humans wouldn't be good for her," Jasper explained comfortingly.

"I know." I pecked Jasper's cheek.

"Please call me your baby baby baby Look how long that you have kept me waiting I'm all in, look at all that I have given Oh, I know your love before I kissed you And now you have only made me miss you Come get me Come love me, baby come love me."

"'Cause I'm lovesick And I ain't even ashamed And I'm hard up, for some time in your sheets Would you be down to spend all your time with me? 'Cause I'm lovesick.'

"Are you going to tell me where we're going or is it going to be a surprise still." I inquired.

"Patience my love, good things come to those who wait." He teased, biting my lip.

I whined

"I don't wanna wait..."

'Cause I'm lovesick And I ain't even ashamed And I'm hard up for some time in your sheets Would you be down to spend all your time with me? 'Cause I'm lovesick

'Cause I'm love sick 'Cause I'm love sick 'Cause I'm love sick 'Cause I'm love sick 'Cause I'm love sick 'Cause I'm love sick

We broke apart from our loving embrace when the song ended. I scanned the crowd searching to see if I could find Leah and Seth again, when I did I dragged Jasper with me eager to see them.

"Hi, I'm so glad you guys made it!" I greeted them and pulling them both in for a hug.

"Good to see you Fleur, you look beautiful." Leah said, Seth nodded in agreement. I saw Billy Black and Sue standing behind them. I walked up to them and hugged them too.

"I hope you'll be happy Fleur...I wish you both the best." Billy said with a somber tone.

"Thank you."

"Well, I don't know about the rest of you but I plan on getting drunk. Sue, could I interest you in a glass of Champaign?" Dad asked.

Before Sue could speak Billy interrupted them.

"Sparkling fire water. Sounds great." Billy said, almost running over dad's ankles." They all walked away.

"How long do you think it'll take for them to get together?" I asked Jasper.

"I give them a month or 2." Jasper estimated. Two unfamiliar voices greeted us both.

"Fleur, Jasper! Congratulations!" A woman greeted.

"Thank you." Jasper replied.

Two gorgeous vampires greeted us, one male and one female.

"Hi, Umm... Eleazar and Carmen, right?" I guessed.

"Mhm, Hola!" Carmen said.

I then saw three blonde women standing behind them, observing us. Jasper saw me looking at them and answered the thought bubbling in my head.

"Those these are our cousins from Alaska. Tanya, Kate, and Irina."

"We've heard so much about you. I'm Tanya." She greeted sticking out her hand for me to shake it.

"Welcome to the family. Bienvenida." Eleazar added.

"Thank you. You're very welcoming." I said.

"Irina, Come meet Fleur." Carmen called out to her.

I could tell something was troubling Irina and I followed to where her gaze was fixated at. She was looking at Seth, anger was in her eyes.

"I can't do this..." She grumbled.

"You promised," Tanya hissed at her.

"She invited one of them."

Jasper looked to where she was gesturing to and sighed.

"Irina, he's one of our friends."

"They killed Laurent!" She rebutted back

"He tried to kill my sister and I." I explained.

"I don't believe that." She said, getting in my face.

"I suggest you back away now... we don't need to cause a scene." I grumbled getting even closer to her face.

She backed away and left, stomping away.

"I'm sorry you guys, thank for coming." I said, a guilty look made it's way onto my face.

"No no don't worry about it..." Carmen comforted.

"Well. Let's not monopolize the bride. Congratulations." Eleazar said. Walking away with Carmen

"Thank you."

"We're sorry." Tanya said, her and Kate walked away as well.

"Well.. what's a wedding without a little family drama huh?" I asked playfully.

"C'mon you let's go, speeches are starting." Jasper said, pulling me in the direction of the chairs.

"Excuse me. Is this on? Hello?" I heard Rosalie whistle at Emmett.

"Umm, I'd like to propose a toast. To my new sister. Fleur, I hope you've gotten enough sleep these last 19 years. 'Cause you won't be getting any more for a while." Emmett laughed and winked at me.

My mouth was slightly agape and I breathed out a laugh. I turned and saw my dad who downed his glass of champagne. My mother just rolled her eyes and repeated what my father had done. I saw Leah stand up and go over to the stage.

"Fleur... I've known you for as long as I could remember. Some of my favorite memories were with you on that beach. And the reaction you would give every time I would shove you into the freezing cold water."

Everyone in the crowd laughed.

"I know I haven't always been the nicest to you, after my father died I completely blew you off.... I know I treated you coldly. But you still were kind and gracious to me and my brother Seth. So thank you... for always being there for me even when I wasn't there for you. Jasper, you better take care of her, you have a whole lot of people who are willing to hunt you down." Leah finished. Jasper gave her a nod and a smile, a silent promise in a way.

My dad stepped up next, I saw tears in his eyes and gave him a comforting smile.

"Jasper will be a good husband. I know this because I'm a cop. I know things. Like how to hunt somebody to the ends of the Earth... I also know how to shoot a gun. But I also know this because he's loyal and empathetic, and a wonderful influence on my daughter. He sniffled before continuing, I love you Fleur... and I'm so happy for you... for both of you."

"Now that you're my sister, you'll have to get over your version to fashion... Yes, you have some style but... the t-shirt and jeans have got to go... and those god-awful ankle boots have got to go too." Alice said.

"Never!" I jokingly yelled.

"Fleur, I remember when Jasper had come home saying he had finally met "the one." I was skeptical, scared even... my first instinct on you was to hate your guts and keep you away from my family. But then I got to know you and I saw how compassionate and understanding you were. I knew you wouldn't hurt my brother, who had been treated horribly for so long and deserved someone with the same amount of compassion as him. Thank you Fleur, welcome to the family. To Jasper and Fleur!" Rosalie finished raising a champagne glass.

"To Jasper and Fleur!" Everyone repeated.

Dinner had gone by smoothly, everyone was too distracted to notice none of the Cullen's and I had eaten or drunk anything. Soon enough after most of the cake was devoured it was time for us to go. I had to run to the bathroom since my contacts were beginning to dissolve in my eyes due to the venom. When I got back out I saw Alice and Rosalie putting Jasper and I's bags into my car. Before I could make it to my car dad approched me.

"Well... It's gonna be strange, you not living under my roof." He started.

"Yeah. It's gonna be strange for me, too." I replied.

"You know it will always be your home, right?"

I know dad, I love you. Forever. I pulled him in for a hug.

"I love you, too, Petal. I always have and I always will. All right. Go on. You don't wanna miss your plane. Wherever it's going."

"I won't dad... I should probably say bye to mom and Bella too..."

"Good luck Petal," Dad said, humor was in his voice. I sighed and walked my way over to them, they were embracing and saying goodbye to one another, since Bella was going on her honeymoon too.

"Oh, Bella... I will miss you so much, I love you." Renee said tearfully.

"I love you too mom, I will miss you too," Bella replied. They both stopped talking to one another when I approached them. Their faces dropped, it seemed I dampened the mood.

"Well, I'll see you later mom, Bella, have a good one." I said.

"Yes, I'll see you in nine months... I mean... later." Renee said condescendingly.

"Mother, even if I was pregnant I wouldn't let you near my child. They don't need your spews of toxicity around them." I spat out before walking away.

I hugged all of the Cullens before walking up to the car, I was about to get into the driver's seat when I threw the keys at Jasper. His face was in shock.

"Only because we got married, cowboy, it's a present from me to you."

"Thanks, Darlin." He smiled at me.

We began to drive off, I waved at the people in the crowd and smiled at them.

"Ready to go?" Jasper asked.

"Yeah...I'm ready."

[chaeiimimi]

08 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞

Warning: very mild suggestiveness

Summary: you weren’t really sure how it happened, but an average student who wore glasses and spent all her extra time on bookstores and library managed to date your school’s volleyball club setter. On your 3rd year of law school, your ten years anniversary to be exact, he went home from Argentina and it was a week before he was going back, he broke up with you with the reason of he can’t handle long-distance relationship anymore despite being at it for two years. You didn’t cry, you stood there as he was sobbing in front of you, you held his face in your palms and offered him a gentle smile, gentle enough to let him know you’ll support him and will always be watching him, together with the child in your stomach right now, but he doesn’t need to know that.

chapters: prev//next

You woke up the next day feeling a hundred times better than yesterday

Strangely enough, you were on your bed, no Oikawa in sight, you proceeded to go out of your room to tidy up the whole house, well sike, the house is spotless, you clearly remembered sleeping with the playmat spread out and toys and books scattered, not to mention dozing off in the couch as Oikawa cuddles you

You felt your face suddenly heat up because of the sudden memory

You shook your head mumbling a “he was just sleepy” over and over again

“who’s sleepy? ” your suddenly whipped your head towards the door and saw a freshly showered Oikawa with simple ripped jeans and a hoodie

“how did you-“

“Oh, I took your keys” “I also brought us breakfast” he adds and proceeds to raise his left hand holding two orders of coffee and his right hand with two containers of food

“where did you come from?” you asked

To be honest, you didn’t expect him to come to your house now since you only asked him to take care of the kids yesterday

“Oh I just went home and took a quick shower then went to order us some food” he says in his usual cheery voice

You just nodded at him kind of feeling awkward, your breathe stinks, you had  dried up drool on your face, puffy eyes and bird nest hair

“you should eat first before feeding the twins, it’s quite early they’re gonna wake up a bit later” he says and ushers you to the kitchen

You didn’t know what the hell was going on, you just woke up, your head was still hazy, and out of nowhere your ex suddenly appears and gets you breakfast?

Well you still followed him nonetheless

You sat at the dining table as he lays out the food for the both of you

“so, what are your plans today?” he says taking a bite of his pancake

You sipped your coffee and answered “I’ll take the kids to ma’s and go to work”

“why are you taking the kids to your mother?”

“ma likes taking care of them, and I don’t have a babysitter”

“why are you taking the kids to your parent’s house when they have their dad to take care of them right here?”

“don’t you have better things to do?”

“awww is y/n-chan worried about me~”

“nevermind-“

“you don’t have to worry about that, I cleared my schedule for two weeks”

“why?”

“oh is it not enough? Don’t worry bubs I’ll clear my whole month for you-“

“Oikawa”

“what do you mean why? To focus on my family of course”

“why?”

“I just answered your question-“

“Why are you doing this when you’re gonna leave us after two months anyways?”

“Oh I’m leaving alright, but I’m taking you with me, or I can just finish up my season there then I can move back here in Japan, either way is fine”

“Oikawa we already talked about this-“

“and I changed my mind, do you really think I would leave my kids alone? You think so poorly of me Y/n chan, you hurt my heart”

He clenches his shirt on the left side of his chest as if his heart was aching, you rolled your eyes at his antics

“but Oikawa your career-“

“Y/n-chan~ do you really have so little faith in me?  I can build my career anywhere”

“but it’s your dream to play for the Argentina National Team, you had that dream since you were young!”

“well I have a different and bigger dream now, besides the person I like is in Japan right now”

There was a long silence between the two of you, you coughed, trying to mask the bitterness in your voice

“well, she must be very beautiful for you to change your dream”

He looked at you and smiled softly "yes, yes she is"

 “hey baby” you greeted Haruto who was babbling

You finished your breakfast and conversation thirty minutes ago

You picked him up and peppered Haruto’s face with kisses, you whipped your head to the door and saw Oikawa who was looking at you rather fondly with his phone recording

A blush crept to your neck as you furrowed your eyebrows at him

He immediately notices and chuckles, putting his phone away, and approaches you

“hey bud” he says and plants a kiss on Haruto’s forehead

“bah!” Haruto giggles flapping his arms up and down making you laugh as well

“alright, time to get you fed buddy” you say and sat down on your feeding chair

You lift your shirt up ready to feed Haruto when

“damn” Oikawa says underneath his breath but you heard it loud and clear

Your eyes widen as you immediately yanked your shirt down

“Oikawa!” you called him angrily

“what?” he says trying hard to suppress the grin threatening to crack on his face

“get out I’m feeding the kids” he couldn’t point out if the redness of your face was because of anger or embarrassment

“oh are you shy bubs? It’s not like I didn’t suck on those-“

“Oikawa get out”

He lets out a chuckle and turns around to exit but not before pausing and turns his head to look at you saying “I guess I’ll just wait until it’s my turn Y/n chan~”

You knew damn well your face was red because of embarrassment

You looked down at your “Haru what am I supposed to do about your father?”

“bah?”

Ok so this chapter is very short, hehe I was suffering from severe writer's block and my brain was just not cooperating. Anyways, I hope y'all liked this chapter! Comments and Reblogs are very appreciated and comment, ask, or dm me if you want a tag on the future chapters as well

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[damnzawa]

FIVE TIMES — A. SHOUTA

Summary : Five times the staff of U.A. and Class 1-A tried to get the two of you together but then realized you were together all along.

Warning(s): Immense fluff! Also tiny-weeny bit of smut.

The First Time: The time 1-A started shipping the two of you together

"Today we will be joining by the pro-hero H/n to help you learn more about tactics and planning." Aizawa stated in his usual monotone voice as he motioned for you to go in. You walked to the podium with a smile as you saw the faces of the students of 1-A upon hearing and seeing that you were here. It amazed you that Aizawa didn't even expel someone this year, they must be one hell of a bunch if that's the case. "You can ask her any questions within reason. Be quick." Rolling your eyes at Aizawa, you placed a hand on your hip as you looked at him.

"At least act like you're glad to work with me, Eraserhead." You pouted. "Anyways, I'm the pro-hero H/n! My name is L/n Y/n and I look forward to working with you guys! Especially since you're like the only class he hadn't expelled anyone." You snickered at the end, eyeing Aizawa from the corner of your eye. His left eye twitched as he shot you a glare which was a signal that you should just fucking continue.

"Any questions?" As soon as the words left your mouth almost all of the hands of the students shot up. You gladly answered all the questions they have for you like: what's your quirk, does it have drawbacks, what's it like to work with all might and yadda yadda yadda. For the last question, you pointed to a girl with pink skin and horns coming out of her head.

"Are you single?" If you were new to the hero scene, you would have certainly be flustered as hell but fortunately, you had been asked this question tons of times especially since you are a female hero. You nodded your head as Aizawa scolded Ashido—that was her last name—telling her that it was your personal business and that she shouldn't be nosy on other people's lives. You waved dismissively at Aizawa and told the class that you were used to questions like that so it doesn't bother you anymore that much.

"Well, okay then!" You clapped. "Get into your hero costumes and we'll be waiting for you on the training grounds!" You smiled as you ushered Aizawa outside the room, 1-A curiously staring at the way the two of you interact.

Their teacher doesn't seem to react like he usually does around you, he was even going with the flow of your antics, he even flicked your forehead at one point with a smirk! And what the fuck—was that a small smile, they saw? They were clearly confused about how the fuck did you have that kind of effect on him. Even Present Mic wouldn't get that reaction from him so what made you any different?

"Ms. L/n and Mr. Aizawa looks cute together." And with those words that came from Uraraka's mouth, 1-A's surprised looks—not all of them were surprised nor spared a glance at their teachers interacting—were replaced with knowing ones as they looked at each other clearly knowing what to do.

"I oppose to this, as Mr. Aizawa said—" But even with Iida scolding them they just continued with their plan anyway. Surprisingly Yaoyaorozu even put opinions on the plan with Todoroki nodding every once in a while, agreeing with her.

"Hurry up, future heroes! We don't have all day!" You exclaimed as you noticed that they were still in the room making Aizawa sigh. The students fastened their pace as they went to the changing rooms, after quickly agreeing to the plan.

"Hey Ms. L/n. Mr. Aizawa is super manly right?" Kirishima suddenly said to you once Aizawa took on the students as the 'villain' for the training they had for today. You looked over to Aizawa and immediately agreed with Kirishima. Not only manly with his looks, Aizawa was also manly when it comes to his personality. He was selfless, kind and passionate about what he was doing. He was so goddamn manly alright.

You hummed in agreement as your attention went from Aizawa to Kirishima who had a strange look on his face. "It's a shame though. Someone manly as Mr. Aizawa is single." You raised a brow at his statement. What was he implying?

"I'm sure Shouta will find love when we wants to. Though i'm sure the day he wants to find love is the day he wants to die." You giggled at your statement as Kirishima mentally face-palmed. Did you not get what he meant by that? For a hero, that went over your head quickly which surprised him.

"Maybe Mr. Aizawa needs someone to show him love if that's the case then." You smiled at the statement, clearly sensing the concern his student has for his teacher. Although he was pushing this topic, you didn't mind. He was true, Aizawa needs someone to show his hard ass some fucking love every once in a while.

"I'm sure he'll find that someone soon enough. Though i'm under the impression that he'll end up with Present Mic." Kirishima couldn't help but laugh at your statement. It was quite true though, at first the whole class 1-A thought that Aizawa was hella gay for Yamada. His laugh caught the eye of Aizawa who just shot you a look of disapproval, to which you just shrugged.

Kirishima excused himself from the heroine then walked towards his friends as he shook his head. The group frowned at the signal and just waited for their turn to take on Mr. Aizawa.

The Second Time: Yamada and Nemuri's great plan

"You should really take care of yourself Shouta." You nagged, Shouta just grunting and groaning at your nagging. "Don't grunt at me mister, you can't live on jelly packs forever!"

The duo watched as the of you bickered back and forth about you being a hypocrite as you were living on coffee all the fucking time and you defending yourself from him everytime. If a stranger came in through the door they would've guessed that the two of you are an old married couple fighting over each other's well being.

"Can you two fucking stop and just fuck already? The tension around you is very fucking high." Kayama intervened making the two of them abruptly stop. Aizawa shot Kayama a death glare while you blushed, quickly looking away so that they would not notice it but it was too late though, Hizashi saw and smirked.

Though Kayama used the wrong choice of words, there was indeed a tension around the two of you that they couldn't exactly pinpoint. They were tired of the said tension and just want their otp to be together forever and ever.

"Shut up, Nemuri. We're just friends! Friends that are looking out for each other!" You defended yourself earning an 'are-you-fucking-kidding-me' look from both Hizashi and Kayama. Are you that fucking dense? With you they never know.

"Yeah, yeah and i'm not loud all the fucking time. Sure Y/n." Hizashi stated earning a deadpanned look from Aizawa who decided not to say something because he knows this conversation will just get longer if he did and he wasn't exactly in the mood for that.

"Again, shut up the both of you." You groaned as you retreated back to your desk that was just beside Toshinori's who shot you a knowing look which you just dismissed. Of course Toshinori just had to look at you like that. He knows something they clearly don't and knows that someday you will have to tell them and you didn't want that someday to be today so you just plastered on a look that says 'No-Toshinori-Just-Shut-Up' which made him focus on his computer.

Kayama and Hizashi glanced at each other before walking towards you. You already know they had something planned when they approached you, their faces filled with mischief.

"... What do you want now?" You sighed through your nose. "Well, we were planning to go out for drinks later. Want to come? Shouta will come too, right Shouta?"

"No." Aizawa declined quickly upon hearing their preposition. Aizawa even though declining knew that Kayama and Hizashi wasn't gonna let him slide away that quickly. Just the thought of drunk Hizashi and Kayama made his head hurt.

"See? Shouta is coming! So what do you say?" Seeing as there was no way you were gonna avoid this, you just nodded and told them to go away quickly returning to your work. You really don't want to go but it was Hizashi and Kayama we're talking about.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! We're gonna have some fun later!"

—

"What happened to 'Hey! Hey! Hey! We're gonna have some fun later?'" You mocked Hizashi as you stood outside the restaurant with Aizawa waiting for the two that had just announced that they couldn't make it because of something with the school—which was obviously a fucking lie.

Aizawa—who was clearly not in a good mood—grunted and left without a word, leaving you there on the side walk alone. If he had been in a good mood he would've invited you inside to eat together and maybe even chuckle at your poor attempt at mocking Hizashi's voice but no that wasn't the case and instead he left you there with a fucking frown on your face. What a fucking gentleman, Aizawa is.

"He's so grumpy especially when he got no sleep." You pouted, taking your phone out and quickly plugging it into your headphones. "What an old man. He didn't even say goodbye nor walk me home." You mumbled as you started walking to the direction of your home after pressing on your go to playlist.

As 'The Ballad of Mona Lisa' by Panic! at the Disco came on, you smiled. This was a playlist that you made back for your 'emo phase' which Aizawa surprisingly liked. You weren't surprised though as he looked emo 24/7.

From behind the bushes on the other side of the road, the pair watched what happened and groaned. "'This will definitely work out' you said. Look genius, did it work out? No."

"It wasn't my fault they didn't take the bait! Don't blame me all for it Nemuri! Blame them too for being so fucking oblivious to their own fucking feelings!" And with that they continued to bicker like siblings, earning the attention of passersby. They didn't care though—when did they really care?

"Midnight? Present Mic? What are you doing over here?" Their bickering caught the attention of Iida, Midoriya and Uraraka as they walked to the station, clearly they weren't surprised that they were so fucking loud in the middle of the street because that's Present Mic and Midnight for you but they were confused as to why they were squabbling behind the bushes. Bushes, of all places.

"Nothing! We weren't spying or anything! Hehe..." Hizashi 'defended' making it look more obvious than it really is. The trio blinked at his statement, pros are like this these days? Geez.

"Fine! We were spying!" Hizashi gave in to the looks that were thrown at him by the dekusquad, them making a mental note to not say anything crucial to Hizashi fearing that he has loose lips. (He does have loose lips.)

"Who are you spying on? Was it Ms. L/n and Mr. Aizawa? We saw them on the way here but noticed that they went on their separate ways quickly." Uraraka stated. "Oh! Were they on a date?"

"Did our plan work?!" Midoriya exclaimed catching the attention of the two pro-heroes. Did 1-A ship the two of you too? They even planned something before the two of them! Damn, kids nowadays. They move fast.

"You guys had a plan too?" Hizashi asked and with that the two parties decided to do something for the two completely oblivious people in their lives.

The Third Time: In which 1-A, Hizashi and Kayama joined forces

"Goodbye Eraserhead!" Hizashi practically pushed Aizawa out the door as Midnight emerged from the other door minutes after. Most of 1-A were curious and confused as to why two pro-heroes were here for English but they just guessed that even Present Mic can have problems with English too.

"Alright, today we are gonna be joined by pro hero Midnight because we all have important matters to discuss." Hizashi stated slowly as a grin began to grow on his face. "We are gonna plan how Y/n and Shouta will confess to each other! Yeah!" Almost all of the students cheered because their teachers also shipped the two of them—and partially because no english yey—while some of them sighed asking themselves that this was important than english? They just went with the flow anyway, couldn't hurt to skip one lesson right?

"Now do you guys have suggestions?" Immediately upon asking that dozens of hands shot up, the faces of the students eager to share what they want to suggest. Yaoyorozu even raised her hand which was hella surprising.

"I suggest that they should just confess but in a manly way!" Kirishima's answer was broad yes but it gave Ashido an idea. "Oh! Maybe trap them in a room until they manly confess to each other!" Kirishima and Ashido high fived after, happy about their suggestion.

"Just fucking send them on a mission to kill each other—" Before Bakugo could even finish his suggestion, Aoyama cut in flashing his signature weird pose. "Bonjour! I suggest that we send them on a vacation, to France!"

"Bakugo's suggestion is too violent and Aoyama's is too expensive." Asui pointed out the obvious, her tongue sticking out from her mouth.

"Shut up Frogface! I wasn't asking your fucking opinion!" Bakugo responded to the future frog hero. They were surprised that Bakugo even threw in his suggestion in the first place—even though it was violent—let alone be annoyed at Asui's opinion.

"Make Mr. Aizawa or Ms. L/n jealous!" Cliché but there was a chance it could work. Sero hummed in agreement with Kaminari. It worked with some movies so it should work with them right?

Meanwhile Uraraka, Iida and Midoriya were brainstorming, not listening to what others were suggesting and asking Yaoyorozu and Todoroki for their opinions about what they have thought about. Once they've got the go signal for them to share their suggestion, Iida raised his hand and stood up. "I suggest that a certain student should use his quirk on them." Iida adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose as Kayama asked who the student was. "Shinsou Hitoshi."

"We could brainwash the other to confess to the other one! Nice!" Hizashi exclaimed giving Iida is signature finger guns. "Any other suggestions?" Tons of other ideas came around until they reached the decision by the end of the class.

"Well then, it's settled! We move after lunch!" And with that Hizashi and Kayama left, the students clearly excited about what's to come. Would they plan succeed? Only a few more hours to find out.

—

"Shinsou! Shinsou!" Midoriya called out to Shinsou who he luckily spotted walking towards Lunch Rush. The boy turned around and was shocked to even see not only Midoriya but almost all of Class 1-A running after him which made him tilt his head to the side. Why were they after him?

"Shinsou, we need you for something." Iida quickly explained what they needed him for catching him off guard as he smirked. Were they really that oblivious to the situation that they've gone such long heights just for the two of you? Well since Shinsou doesn't have anything to do anyways he decided to agree, at least this was gonna be fun.

"Sure. Where are they?" Shinsou asked, 1-A quickly and gladly giving him the information he needed.

They waved at Shinsou as they watched his back go further and further away. Kaminari wiped a non-existant tear on his face, "Damn. He's braver than the marines."

"He really is."

Shinsou took no time in finding you and Shouta since the two of you were together anyways. Shinsou understood why 1-A wanted the two of you together because damn you looked cute together. You and Aizawa could be that crime fighting couple that make the villains tremble with fear. The two of you would kick a lot of ass and take a lot of names together especially with your quirk.

"Good afternoon Ms. L/n and Mr. Aizawa." Shinsou greeted the both of you cutting yours and Aizawa's conversation short. "Can I excuse Ms. L/n for a while, sir?" Aizawa was confused as to why his student approached them and he grew even more confused when he asked him that. Aizawa nodded weakly as he watched Shinsou and you talk from afar. He noticed the way you interact with the kid and vice versa but failed to notice Shinsou using his quirk on Y/n.

"Goodbye, Ms. L/n." And with that Shinsou left, not wanting to see his mentor's reaction when he finds out that he used his quirk on Y/n. Shinsou knew his mentor would be furious but it's all gonna be worth it.

Class 1-A though wanted to see both of your reactions as they hid behind the two of them. This was finally it, they could feel it. Finally the day came where they were gonna see their otp come true. They waited in anticipation as you walked back to Aizawa.

"Hey Shouta, want to go out sometime?" And with that the effect of Shinsou's quirk vanished, leaving you confused. What the actual fuck happened?

"Wait—what? What happened?" You blinked as Aizawa sighed, clearly knowing what happened to you.

"Shinsou used his quirk on you." Aizawa sighed as he rubbed his temples. "Hurry up. We don't want to waste time." Aizawa said as he walked away, leaving you there. Clearly someone is grumpy today too.

"Wha—Hey Shouta! Wait for me, you old man!" You caught up to him quickly as you resumed your previous conversation.

1-A's hopeful looks were replaced with disappointed ones. Time for Plan B then.

The Fourth Time: Plan B a.k.a lock them in a room and hope that Shouta doesn't kill his students, Hizashi and Kayama

"Shouta! Shouta! We need you for something!" Hizashi screamed at Aizawa who just woke up from his nap. Rubbing his eyes, Aizawa let out an irritated sigh. What could they possibly want right now? It was too early for this bullshit. (Although it was past noon. But still, early for Shouta.)

"What is it, Yamada?" He asked, his usual monotone voice had a hint of irritation in it. "Well, Bakugo and Midoriya—" Aizawa paid no mind in letting Hizashi finish as the two names of those trouble makers were stated. He got up as Hizashi accompanied him to where the trouble was happening.

"Damn those problem children." Aizawa muttered under his breath. Just how many times do they have to fucking fight? Did they not learn after the last one? If that's the case then he got to drill it to their mind then.

"Where is it Hizashi?" He turned to face Hizashi who was now missing from his spot next to Aizawa. Aizawa looked around for any signs of Hizashi but found none, when did he disappear?

Aizawa sighed then decided to just walk back to the teacher's lounge. If this was a prank then he wasn't having any of it. He just wasted time and instead could've get grading done. Hizashi was gonna get it later.

Before he could even leave a force pushed him back to a dark room. He didn't expect that to happen. Was it a villain attack? He furrowed his eyebrows, no it's not a villain attack. If it was the alarms could've rang off. But what if they have a quirk that can silence the alarms? No, they have Present Mic he could've easily be the alarm.

So what was happening?

"Hey man, whoever the fuck you are. Can you like move? You're in my personal space." An oh so familiar voice told him making him sigh. Of course, it was another one of Hizashi's poor attempts on getting the two of them together. "Wait, I know that sigh." You stated before calling out to him. "Shouta? What are you doing here?"

"Since when were you trapped in here, Y/n?" Aizawa ignored your previous question as he searched for the light switch. You could've been there for like minutes before hin right?

"To be honest, I don't know how long i've been here for." This made Aizawa raise an eyebrow at her, if there had been a light you would've hit him in the shoulder already but thankfully there wasn't. He kept fucking searching for the light switch until he found one which was near the fucking door like all light switches were. When they finally had light they realized where they were.

A janitor's closet. Great, just so great. This was so clichè.

"Why didn't you use your quirk then?" You opened your mouth to defend yourself but closed it quickly. "Well... hehehe."

"You took a nap here didn't you." You scratched the back of your neck as you smiled sheepishly at Aizawa. It was true, you had infact taken a nap in the janitor's closet but in your defense you were so tired from the heroics class—you were used as the human punching bag—and was in desperate need of refulling your lost energy. So who could blame you for doing that?

"I was tired, ok. My eyes closed before I could even process it being closed!"

Aizawa let out a tch. You were an adult goddmanit. So why were you doing things like this?

"I'm kicking the door down." Aizawa stated before looking at you who already had your eyes closed. "Y/n."

"You go, do you." You stiffled a yawn with the back of your hand. "That nap still wasn't enough." You layed back down, exhaustion evident on your pretty face. Aizawa looked at you before deciding to lay down beside you and grunt at the lack of space.

"Wha—What are you doing?"

"Move. You're squishing me." You complied deciding not to protest. Good thing you both don't have classes to teach that afternoon or else you both would've been screwed.

Aizawa made himself comfortable beside you and instinctively wrapped a protective arm around you making you blush and scoot closer to him. He was radiating a nice warmth and had an aura of protectiveness around him which made you feel at home as you closed your eyes.

"I though you were going to kick down the door?" You lightly snickered at the end of your statement.

"I got tired." Of course, he was always tired anyways. After a few minutes of silence, you let the darkness envelop you in a welcoming hug and with that, the both of you fell asleep on each other's arms. Clearly not knowing about the crowd that was on the other side of the door, listening to everything they say.

"Do you hear anything Jirou?" She shooked her head as an answer. "Let's wait a few more minutes then." The few more minutes turned into a few hours as they all began to worry.

"Are they dead?" Kaminari asked from the back. 1-A's eyes widened as they realized Kaminari could be right. The both of you could've suffocated in there but wouldn't Aizawa get the both of you out minutes after being locked in there?

"Maybe they're having some fun!" Kayama exclaimed making their worried faces turn into disgust. If they were 'having some fun' they would've heard especially with a quirk like Jirou's.

"Let's just break them out and hope that Shouta would not kill us." And with that they opened the lock, only to reveal a sleeping you with Aizawa. Your legs were tangled together as you laid your head on his chest, both of you breathing evenly. They all let out a sigh of relief that the both of you didn't die—and because Aizawa wouldn't kill them instantly on the spot—and let the two of you be with frowns plastered on their faces after taking a few (hundred) pictures of course.

They were confused. How the fuck did that not work? It was perfect! Well, atleast for them. They failed once again but that doesnmt mean that they'll give up that easily! It's time to move to Plan C and they know the perfect person for the job.

The Fifth Time: Make Aizawa jealous

"Thank you for doing this Tensei." You thanked Iida as you wheeled him towards 1-A's heroic's class. "It really means so much to me, to us."

"Nah, it's no problem! I wanted to see Tenya in action and U.A. Feels nostalgic, you know?" You nodded clearly knowing what he meant by that. When you first started teaching at U.A.—by Midnight's recommendation—tons of memories quickly bombarded you as soon as you stepped inside the school grounds like how you met Aizawa and Hizashi, your first sports festival and etc. It was all nostalgic to you that you almost teared up just by how far you and your classmates have gone.

"I miss U.A." He pouted. "And I miss you too!"

"Aww, I miss you too Tensei."

"Plus, who would decline a proposal from a pretty girl from you?" Iida's voice suddenly began louder as he stated that when the two of you arrived in front of 1-A's room. You giggled at his statement and stretched your hand to open the door but before you could Aizawa already opened the door for the both of you.

"Thanks, Eraserhead!" You wheeled Iida in, clearly in a good mood to see another one of your best friends again. If you had the time you would certainly visit Iida but you were pretty busy nowadays and the only way you can communicate with him is through texts which was obviously not enough.

"Alright-y then. Shall we start?" You asked the pro-heroes beside you with a smile. As the pro-heroes explained, 1-A could sense how uncomfortable Iida was. Of course he would be uncomfortable. His brother was gonna flirt with his teacher for fucks sake. Who could blame him?

"Time for Plan C! Make Aizawa jealous!!" Hizashi announced once homeroom was over and Aizawa was out of earshot. "Normally it was make L/n jealous but since Ms. Joke is not available, we changed it to 'make Aizawa jealous!'" Hizashi rambled on as Kayama appeared, seducingly emerging from the door.

"Yes Iida?" Hizashi called Iida as his hand shot up instantly after hearing the words slip out from the english teacher's mouth. "May I ask who is the person we are gonna ask to make Mr. Aizawa jealous?"

"Great question, Iida!" Hizashi and Kayama shared a look before laughing. "Iida. Can you call your brother?" Hizashi asked in between laughs. Iida froze at his teacher's request, his eyes widening.

"Eh?! Ingenium?!" The class roared out clearly surprised at who they chose. "May I ask why my brother?"

"Again, good question Iida!" This time it was Kayama who spoke up. "Tensei is and I quote Y/n's bestest friend besides us. I remember how close they were when we were in high school! Some even thought they were dating but in truth they weren't. They're just good friends, very good friends at that."

"I remember Y/n even babysitted you Iida!" Iida blushed in embarrassment, did she really? Well he was a baby at that time, he wouldn't remember it now.

"Let's start planning!" And with that 1-A—not all of them though Bakugo and Todoroki seemed interested—clustered around the podium where the planning began. A lot of ideas were given out and a lot were sadly rejected but that didn't bring their spirits down as more ideas came after.

"Well then! Give your brother a call Iida! Tell him about the plan and i'll tell Y/n about heroic's class tomorrow! Surely Iida will be the perfect candidate for that!" And with that Hizashi and Kayama dismissed them feeling proud of what they've done and accomplished.

"Are you sure this will work? Shouta seems to be like the type who doesn't get jealous." At first glance Aizawa isn't a man to be possesive over something so this plan may be a bust but Hizashi knows his best friend better than Kayama, he was sure as hell Aizawa will get jealous once Iida starts flirting with you.

"Oh, just trust me Nemuri! This will work out!" Kayama quirked a brow at him then decided to just trust Hizashi, he knows a lot more about you and Aizawa after all.

"Now that all of that is done, please wear your hero costumes and go outside!" Before Aizawa could even speak to you, you wheeled Iida out already engaged in a conversation with him. You didn't even bother to spare a glance at Aizawa as you talked with Iida, immediately catching up to what's happening with him these past few days. He slipped in a few compliments—that he made sure Aizawa heard—and comments about you that made you giggle.

Toshinori felt the same tension again. He looked at Aizawa only to find him staring at Iida and you but mostly you. Toshinori almost let out a laugh seeing Aizawa's expression when Iida flirted with you and could only guess that this was a work done by Hizashi and Kayama because Iida would never like you in that way, he made it clear when you were in high school.

"Thank you again for inviting me, Y/n. Brings back good memories." You smiled widely at Iida and told him that it was no problem, after all he was a pro-hero like her and pro-heroes help each other out.

"I was wondering, would you like to go out sometime?" Aizawa's eye twitched once Iida asked the question. He was irritated that you didn't even told Iida off when he was clearly flirting with you and most of all he was annoyed by the fact that you agreed on his proposal, asking him what time and when. That was the last straw for Aizawa and Toshinori could sense something blunt and sharp coming.

"Are you both done flirting? We have a class to teach so I suggest you wrap things up and proceed to the gym." You were taken aback by Aizawa's outburst but then moments later you smirked. Was he jealous? Aizawa walked past the two—like he was in a hurry—leaving the three of them dumbfounded.

"What was that about?" Iida asked you feigning confusion but on the inside he was proud at the outcome of his work. He got Aizawa jealous and that was a rare occassion.

"I have a feeling somebody has their period today." You joked making the two of them—yes even Toshinori—laugh but on the inside you know you were screwed. Aizawa was gonna give you the cold shoulder from then on and you knew it.

When all of you arrived at the gym, 1-A and Iida (Tensei) waited for anything to happen but... nothing. Nothing happened except for the little outburst from Aizawa earlier. They even waited after school hours when they were at the faculty room but no, no, no. Still nothing.

"I'm sorry guys." Hizashi and Kayama practically slumped over upon hearing Iida's apology. Their last plan failed once again but they had hoped it gave them the push to say something, anything to each other.

Little did they know, they confessed to each other years back, when they were still in high school.

When Hizashi and Kayama found out

Hizashi and Kayama still didn't give up after many failed attempts so when they had another plan they went to your office, excited about the upcoming events.

"I sure hope this fucking work or else i'm gonna smash their skulls together." Kayama grunted as she pushed the door of your office open and what they saw left their mouths hanging.

Moments before the two of them walked in on you and Aizawa making out, Aizawa had confronted you about what happened earlier with Iida (Tensei). Of course he was jealous and to make things worse you poke fun of him because of it.

He got angry but didn't even dared to raise his voice at you because he wanted to solve this in the rational and logical way possible and you knew that. After all those years of knowing him and vice versa, both of you learned to adapt to each other's needs. For example if Aizawa came home stressed, you'll know it before he even informs you and makes him everything he needs and more. Also, if you're feeling down he'll know to talk to you about it instead of leaving you to cool down because he'll know you'll bottle it up until you can no longer surpress it. There was even this one time where Aizawa tried to hide his worries from you but you knew him, the real him and you instantly knew that something was wrong. Turns out it was just his nerves from asking you something life changing.

"Shouta." You called him, placing your fingers under his chin making him look at you. "You know that I will never do that right? Tensei meant go out as friends. Besides I know what was behind his flirting all this time." Aizawa's piercing gaze softened upon seeing your face. You wrapped your arms around his midsection making him sigh and returning the gesture.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just got... possesive." You giggled at his statement. Although it resulted in an argument seeing him jealous gave off a sexy vibe from him which you incredibly loved—you'll never admit it openly but knowing Aizawa he probably knows by now.

"I'm sorry for being angry." His voice was soft as he uttered the words that made you smile. This was the side that you only get to see, warming your heart as you hugged him tighter. You were glad to see this side of Aizawa, you were glad to see that he trusts enough to put down his walls and let you through, you were glad—heck beyond glad even.

The next moments were a bit blur to you as it started with just a simple kiss filled with passion from you and Aizawa but when his kisses became a little heated that's when things really started. He bit your lip making you gasp earning him an entrance to your mouth as your tongues fought for dominance, Aizawa clearly being the winner.

Back to present time, Aizawa pinned you against the wall, his hands on your waist as he began attacking your neck with kisses making you ran a hand through his hair, your fingers threading through his raven locks.

Was this real? You didn't know. You were sure you were dreaming right now or perhaps in heaven. But nope, this was the reality. The reality you love. The reality that Aizawa Shouta, 1-A's homeroom teacher, underground hero, pro-hero Eraserhead was your husband.

Yup, this shaggy hobo looking man was your husband. No one really knew except for your families and Toshinori who happened to stumble upon the two of you just like this except that the two of you were in the hospital that time.

Aizawa bit the sensitive spot on your neck, the both of you still not noticing the presence of the duo that kept bugging you and Aizawa to just confess and get together. Too ingrossed in your activities, you didn't even hear their footsteps.

"Oh my god!" Hizashi screeched making the two of you break apart as you stared at Hizashi and Kayama with wide eyes. Holy shit, you were found out now and they found out while the two of you were making out. Fucking making out. Why now out of all the days you were making out with Shouta?

"What do you guys want? Can't you see i'm busy with my wife?" Aizawa nonchalantly stated as his face showed irritation. He wasn't irritated at the fact that Hizashi and Kayama finally knew, he was irritated at the fact that Hizashi and Kayama disturbed the two of them while they were in the middle of something good.

You on the other hand was shocked at what Aizawa just informed the two loud mouths and blushed upon seeing the two of them stared at you with those fucking knowing looks. Oh boy, there was no way of escape now.

After 5 years he decided to tell them like it was not a big deal at all but you knew Aizawa cared, he always did. He just want the two of them to shut up but that wasn't the case. Upon hearing what Aizawa said, the two of them squealed.

"Wife?! Did Shouta just say wife?!" Hizashi was practically crying now, telling the world how proud he was of his best friend. "When did the wedding happen?! Why were we not invited?!"

"It happed five years ago Hizashi, and Shouta and I just wanted a small wedding with close family only. I hope you understand." You sheepishly smiled at the two of them.

"I guess we'll leave you two now." Kayama said with a wink as she dragged Hizashi out of the office. "Use protection, kids!"

Just seconds after the door closed, Aizawa who was still pressing you on the wall asked with a smirk, "I don't think we even need protection. Now where were we?"

Oh boy, let's just say that neither of you did your work the whole night and just did each other instead.

"Y/n! Are you ok? You should go to Recovery Girl! Your neck is full of bruises!" Hizashi 'innocently' screamed out in the teacher's lounge earning the attention of all the pro-hero teachers currently in said lounge.

Your face grew red as they stared at you. Of  course Hizashi had to notice the marks Aizawa left as a 'remembrance' of the night before and of course he just had to scream it out loud in a room filled with people. You were glad though that he hadn't proclaimed it infront of the students because that will be even more embarrassing—atleast for you.

You secretly flipped the bird to Aizawa who just chuckled then wrapped his capture weapon around his neck even more, hiding the endless amount of love bites placed there.

"Oh! Shouta! You have them too! Are you both ok?! Do you have allergies or something?!" Hizashi yelled out. With a smirk you looked over to Aizawa once again as he grunted and swatted Hizashi away but it was too late now. The whole faculty knows by now as their gazes were placed on you then to Aizawa and vice versa.

Needless to say, the next day was full of teasing and belated congratulations from the two and the staff—with the two of them word spreads quickly—which they had to endure.

When 1-A found out

"As heroes, your goal is to not only fight off villains but to rescue and protect the civillians as well. You should remember that. Especially you Bakugo." The boy scoffed at his teacher's words as he looked away which Aizawa knew was a sign that Bakugo acknowledged his words. "Today we are—" a knock cut Aizawa's sentence making him sigh. Who could it possibly be?

Aizawa walked to the door slowly as his students anticipated who could the visitor be. Could it be a pro-hero? Yes, that could be it but their teacher didn't mention any training with another pro-hero today. So, who was it?

Aizawa opened the door slightly and was face to face with his lovely wife standing there with a huge smile on her face. Aizawa made a mental note that he should wear sunglasses everytime his wife beams at him with that big smile, it was too bright for him seeing as you were the literal sunshine but Aizawa didn't protest though, seeing that smile of yours instantly refreshed him and gave him energy. But why the hell were you here? Lunch isn't near and he was sure as hell that you took a sick leave due to you feeling ill for the past few days. So what brought you here exactly?

"Hi Shouta!!!" You greeted him loudly earning the attention of the students. You didn't mean to say that so loud but excitement was kicking in and you felt very happy at that time, incredibly happy even. You felt that you could solve the crisis involving world peace just with your happiness and that was an understatement.

"Miss L/n?!" The students panicked, you were here? They sweated nervously as they were reminded about the homework they had to do. In truth they hadn't done it yet because they were incredibly busy so seeing you outside their classroom made their hearts race. "But what are you doing here Ms. L/n? I thought you were sick!"

You sighed clearly knowing what the fuss was about. "Mina, I am sick but I need to excuse your teacher for some important matters and it's ok if you hadn't done your homework yet but make sure to submit it on or before friday next week." The students let relieved noises as soon as they heard the last statement but Aizawa was more focused on the 'I need to excuse your teacher for some important matters' part. Was there somethimg wrong?

"All right. Iida, control your classmates. I'll be going outside for a moment." And with that Aizawa closed the door behind him before dragging you as far as possible from the eavesdropping students. Your statement made him worried as millions of logical probabilities rushed through his head, one probabilty standing out than the most.

Were you gonna ask for a divorce? Aizawa hoped that, that wan't the case.

"You're not gonna ask for divorce, are you?" Aizawa hesitantly voiced his thoughts, earning a blank look from you. What made Aizawa think that?

"Shouta." You called while placing the palm of your hand on his cheek, him leaning into your touch almost instantly. "What made you think that I'm gonna ask you for divorce?"

Shouta opened his mouth to tell you all the logic behind his question but was immediately cut off by you, "Don't ever doubt yourself or us, Shouta. I love you as you love me so that will not be happening." Aizawa felt relieved but the bugging feeling didn't go away as the question in his mind remained unanswered. Why were you here then?

"I'm here because of good news not bad news." You stated, your smile returning to your face. Aizawa could tell that this smile was brighter and bigger than the last one so it gave him the fact that you were incredibly happy at the moment because of said news. "Well atleast it's good news for me."

"What is it?" You could feel your excitement coming out an in instant once he asked you the question you've been waiting for him to say. You happily dug through your mess of a bag to reveal a stick to him with a plus sign on the center.

A stick with a plus sign.

A plus sign.

Aizawa's eyes widened as he stared lovingly at the stick you were holding. You waited for his reaction and once you got it you were very much satisfied with the result.

Aizawa placed his large hands on your belly, the stick still on his left hand but he didn't care. Tears welled up in your eyes as you saw his smile mirrored yours—bright, big and clearly expressing how happy he felt at the moment.

"I'm going to be a father." He murmured on your shoulders as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. You nodded through your tears as Aizawa's grip on you tightened a little—not to the point he's trying to kill you though—clearly not wanting to let go of you. This news made his heart long and beat for you even more.

"I love you." He said with not his usual monotone but a softer voice filled with emotion that he clearly felt for you. "I love that you make me the happiest man on the universe, every fucking day." His confession made you cry even harder, wetting his black hero costume even more but you both didn't care at the moment. You were gonna be a family now. A family. A family that you both wanted. A family that you both will cherish and love until the day death do you apart. A family to care for, look out for. A family that will grow, stay and learn with the both of you.

Oh how excited the both of you are.

"I love you too, Aizawa Shouta." You replied before adding, "I love you so fucking much that my heart hurts with happiness everytime I see or think of you."

Class 1-A didn't mean to eavesdrop once again but they couldn't help but let curiousity kill the cat. They saw the heart fluttering and precious moment between their usually stoic, emotionless teacher and his wife that made them burst out in tears. They were sure their teacher knew they were there but they still kept their cries silent so that it wouldn't interrupt the moment.

That still didn't stop Mina from exclaiming this though.

"Aizawa-sensei and Ms. L/n are married?!" The exclamation earned the attention of the couple as they broke apart, seeing 1-A infront of them with tears on their eyes. "Then all our planning was useless?!" And with that Mina cried harder making you chuckle, not all their plans went to waste though if you could say so yourself.

"Go back to class." Aizawa ordered them with a glare making them shuffle and leave the scene immediately after shouting out a, "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Aizawa!!"

"They truly are an exceptional bunch huh?" You leaned into Aizawa as he placed an arm around your shoulders. "They are a pain in the ass but they are my pain in the ass."

"Aw! Seeing you act like that for your 20 other kids makes me even more excited that you're gonna have another one." You snickered. "If you're their dad then I'm the mom right?"

"Don't." Aizawa grunted making you laugh.

"What?! It's true though!" Seeing Aizawa's expression made you laugh even more. "Oh don't give me that look Dadzawa."

"Don't call me that."

"Dadzawa!" You stated his new nickname making him sigh.

"You're lucky I put up with you."

"Aren't you supposed to say, 'You're lucky I love you'?" Aizawa shook his head then left you there in the hallway after replying with a, "No. See you at home, Y/n."

Extra:

"Congratulations Dadzawa!" Hizashi and Nemuri exclaimed at the same time once again earning the attention of the whole faculty on them.

"Don't fucking call me that, Yamada."

"Oh please, keep calling him that from now on. I'm sure babyzawa will like that." You chuckled as you kissed Aizawa's cheek before leaving the faculty room. "Goodluck dealing with them Dadzawa!"

Aizawa's eye twitched as he felt the attack coming from Hizashi and Nemuri. Oh boy it's gonna be a long long day today.