#just radiates lameness idk

[jellyfishjulie]

Sooooo disillusioned with the D&D aesthetic and worldbuilding style becoming the current default fantasy template, it is (and I cannot stress this enough) lame

[bked0n-amoxacillin]

Sleepy sleep

(idk wtf the title is. And I KNOW this is ooc and he wouldn’t let this happen if Jesus came down and told him to right to his face. BUT let me have my moment😔.)

The hideout was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old building settling. Everyone was either asleep or pretending to be—except for you. Sleep had been evading you for hours, leaving you restless and irritated. With a sigh, you pushed off your mattress and padded barefoot into the dimly lit hallway, hoping a short walk might clear your mind.

That’s when you heard it—soft chuckling coming from a room nearby. Dabi’s room.  

Curious, you stepped closer, peeking your head in through the slightly open door. He was lying on his bed, the dim light from his phone casting a faint glow over his face. His purple scarred lips curled into a smirk as he scrolled through whatever had amused him so much.  

“You know, for someone with a ‘brooding loner’ aesthetic, you sure do laugh a lot,” you teased, stepping inside without invitation.  

Dabi didn’t even flinch. He just flicked his eyes up at you before turning his attention back to his screen. “Didn’t know you were keeping track,” he muttered, but there was no real bite to his words.  

You sat down beside him on the bed, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off his skin. “Couldn’t sleep,” you admitted.  

“Yeah? And you thought bugging me would help?”  

“Maybe.” You leaned in a little, tilting your head to see what he was watching, but he locked his phone and shoved it under his pillow before you could catch a glimpse.  

“Lame,” you scoffed, earning a quiet chuckle from him.  

A beat of silence passed before you glanced at his hand, remembering something you’d been meaning to ask for a while. “Hey, show me your quirk.”  

Dabi arched a brow, as if debating whether or not to humor you. “You’ve seen it before.”  

“Yeah, but not up close like this.” You leaned forward, eyes bright with curiosity. “I think it’s cool.”  

For a second, he just stared at you, unreadable as ever. Then, with a low exhale, he raised a hand and flicked his fingers. A small blue flame sparked to life, flickering between his fingers. The eerie glow of it reflected in his eyes as he lazily twirled the fire between each finger, moving it seamlessly like a trick he’d mastered long ago.  

You watched, completely mesmerized. “That’s so cool,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.  

His smirk grew slightly. “Yeah?”  

You nodded, entranced by the way the fire moved so naturally in his hands, like an extension of himself. “It’s different seeing it up close like this. The color is pretty.”  

Dabi rolled his eyes, but there was a certain softness in his expression. “It’s not exactly fireworks, Y/N.”  

“I still like it.”  

He let the flame dance a little longer before finally snuffing it out with a lazy flick of his wrist. “Alright, you got your show,” he said, leaning back against the headboard. “Now what?”  

You hesitated for a moment before lying back beside him, staring up at the ceiling. “Now, I try to sleep. But I think I’ll stay here.”  

Dabi sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “You’re a pain,” he muttered, but he didn’t tell you to leave. Instead, he shifted slightly, making just enough room for you to get comfortable.  

The hideout was cold. *Bone-chillingly* cold. The kind of cold that seeped into your skin and made it impossible to get comfortable, no matter how much you curled in on yourself. The League was far too broke—and too concerned with staying hidden—to afford heating, and with it being the dead of winter, the building felt more like a freezer than a place meant for people to live in.  

You shivered involuntarily, wrapping your arms around yourself. Lying next to Dabi had helped a little, but the thin blanket covering his mattress did nothing to keep the cold at bay. Meanwhile, he seemed completely unbothered, still scrolling on his phone like he wasn’t feeling the temperature at all.  

Then it hit you. *Of course he isn’t cold. He’s a walking space heater.*  

A quiet smirk tugged at your lips as you shifted slightly closer. At first, you tried to be subtle about it, inching toward his side little by little. But after another brutal gust of wind snuck through the cracks in the walls, you gave up on subtlety altogether.  

With zero hesitation, you pressed yourself right up against him.  

Dabi tensed immediately, finally glancing away from his screen. “Uh—what the hell do you think you’re doing?”  

You buried your face against his shoulder, sighing at the immediate warmth that spread through your skin. “Warming up,” you mumbled. “You’re like a human furnace .”  

Dabi scoffed, but he didn’t shove you off. “Yeah, no shit.”  

You hummed in response, already feeling your body relax as the cold slowly melted away. His warmth was addicting, soothing in a way you hadn’t expected. Without even thinking, you snuggled in closer, throwing an arm lazily over his torso.  

Dabi stiffened again. “Okay, now you’re pushing it.”  

“Shh,” you hushed him, voice laced with sleepiness. “You’re warm. Just let it happen.”  

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. You could feel him debating it, probably weighing how much effort it would take to push you away versus just dealing with it.  

Then, to your surprise, he let out a low sigh and shifted slightly. Not away from you—*but toward you.*  

“Whatever,” he muttered. “Just don’t start drooling on me.”  

You grinned sleepily, already drifting off as his warmth fully enveloped you. “No promises.”  

Dabi huffed, but you swore you could hear the faintest hint of amusement in it. He didn’t move after that, just kept his phone in one hand while his other arm rested loosely near your waist.  

The hideout was still freezing. The wind still howled outside. But pressed up against Dabi, wrapped in his steady heat, you felt nothing but warmth.  

And for the first time that night, sleep finally found you.

[bunnysnuff]

Being in a relationship with Charlie and Nick.

Pairing: Charlie Spring x m!Reader x Nick Nelson.

Triggers: Poly relationships. Mentions of Mental Health. Mentioned of Underage drinking. Mentions of homophobic behaviour. Idk, These are short until I get used to writing :)

Send requests :).

- Keeping the relationship secret, because if it got out at school you all knew the possibility of bullies or just assholes in general bullying you.

- Plus not even nowadays, people still don't understand how this kind of relationship work and they tend to hate them.

- Nick gets you and Charlie to play rugby, even though Charlie claims to be no good at it, he mainly just hangs around with you on the pitch.

- You and Charlie quit the rugby team very quickly.

- But Nick still likes to watch you two dress up in his rugby jerseys, even if it's for some lame excuse.

"Your shirt wasn't even that dirty, Y/N."

"Yes it was. Charlie split coffee all over it."

"No, I didn't. Shut up."

-Tao and the others were slightly confused on the dynamic of your relationship, but knew there was something more than just being 'friends'.

-Lots and lots of hugging. I mean lots. Nick loves doing a threeway hug with You and Charlie and lifting both of you off the ground. Whereas, Charlie loves being sandwiched between You and Nick.

-Helping Charlie when he has a bad day mentally. He loves being able to cuddle you both, while he rants and talks out his emotions. Poor boy needs a lot of reassurance. If he doesn't feel like talking, You and Nick usually bring Nellie over or go on a walk, talking about everything and anything to distract him from his worries.

- "I'm Bi, actually." is something you and Charlie quote to Nick everyday, and it makes him giggle. It's defo an inside joke with the three of you.

-When Nick is busy at his rugby practice, Charlie sometimes reads to you. When he's not, he always trying to kiss you and make out with you.

-Nick would be jealous to see You and Charlie all over eachother after practice. He would chase you and Charlie around until both of you gave him a kiss.

-Even though Nick and Charlie are out as a couple together, they still secretly hold your hand whenever they could. You and Nick almost got caught once by Darcy.

-And Charlie always kissing you in school nearly got you caught too.

-All of you hang around at Nick's house since it's always private there. All three of you either have deep, heartful conversations, or giggle through your sentences. There is no telling. Let's not forget the steamy making out all three of you do when Nick's mum isn't home.

-Nick's room being covered in photos of You and Charlie. He loves taking photos of you two. His lock screen is You and Charlie cuddling during a nap at his house.

-The two sometimes fight to get your attention.

"Char, let me spoon Y/N."

"But I'm spooning him."

"But you said I could ten minutes ago... Char, are you pretending to be asleep?"

-The three of you always travel together. And they're so so over protective of you.

-They're so jealous too, Charlie more so than Nick (Nick is confident enough to know no one will ever be him) but since Charlie is always worried that he's not good enough, expect him to be throwing glares left, right, and centre. Pls hug Charlie.

- Charlie is more opened to PDA (public display of affection), so he's always hugging and kissing You and Nick when he's close. It makes the two boys a bit sad when you're all in public, and they can't hold your hand or anything. They want too so badly, but they don't want you to get harrassed.

-Cuddling is very.. tangled. Charlie loves being spooned, and Nick loves spooning but Charlie moves alot in his sleep. It's like once a week, one of you three is pushed off the bed.

-Also Nick is literally a human radiator, so he's usually in the middle on cold nights.

-Nick is usually the calm one, however, he loves the chaotic energy You and Charlie brings to his life.

-Tao getting suspious when he walked onto the rugby pitch to see You and Charlie holding hands on the bleachers, and the flirty waves you gave Nick.

-Eventually, You three decide to tell Tao and the others. They're all super supportive and it's adorable.

-Especially Darcy (IMO).

-They both love sharing clothes with you. It gets to the point where you're not sure who owns what piece of clothing anymore. They've a little game going on. Whose hoddies do you use the most? Nick or Charlie.

- They are both gentlemen, but they’re competitive about it.

[beefboyandbabygirl]

if you’re requests are open i saw a tweet abt this couple on a date and when they kissed, his apple watch started beeping bc of an abnormal heart rate and i just couldnt help but think of vernon getting all awkward and red and shy,,,,, like he wants to play it cool in front of you but in reality he’s been pining for nearly a year and is nearly shitting his pants bc he finally got you JWDDKLZDOEKDIDK

this is so cute and hilarious i cant

Heart-b-b-beat

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pairing: vernon x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, established ish relationship (like its a relatively new relationship okay u get it)

warnings: kissing, implications and thoughts of sex so MDNI!!! (even tho its very subtle idk im just being safe), uhh very detailed descriptions of being in love? plz lmk if theres more this feels strangely short lol

quotes from beefboy: "hes such a LITTLE CUTIEPIE", "maybe i can write vernon i just have to copy ur style" (that one made me proud)

wordcount: 708

I have no fucking idea what to do.

That was what Vernon thought to himself. Every. Single. Day. Every single day since you started dating. 

He was happy, of course. That was the problem. He was so indescribably, extraordinarily, pathetically happy and in love with you that the nerve endings going from his brain to his body had begun to malfunction on a daily basis. The feeling was bittersweet. On one hand he had never felt better in his life, and on the other he was fully panicking because he wanted so bad to show you and tell you how incredible it felt to be yours. 

“Vernon? Vernon.”

He blinked a couple of times before his eyes landed on you. 

God. You. 

His hands were doing something weird, and he was all of the sudden too aware of his posture and did his hair look okay? Did you think he was annoying? Maybe you thought he was thinking perverted thoughts, and it wasn’t like that would be the first time, but you couldn't know that! 

“Yes, sorry. Hi. I'm here."

That was so fucking lame. 

You giggled. “It’s okay. What were you spacing out about?” 

Your grabbed the straw in your drink to take a sip. If you gave him that look while having your lips wrapped around that stupid paper tube for one more second, he was going to pass out. 

“Oh, uh- Uh, nothing.” 

For a moment too long he forgot about looking back at your eyes after having ogled at your lips (beautiful, plump, lipglossed  lips-), so he tried to be casual about it and flick his gaze towards the table behind you, or the waiter passing by. 

Smooth as hell. 

“My eyes are up here, you know.” 

Nevermind.

“Sorry, I was just- Sorry, I swear I'm paying attention now.”

And he was. Oh, how he was paying attention. He was paying attention to your melodious laugh, and the cute way your nose scrunched up, and your hand raising to rest under your chin. Then you made eye contact with him. Deep eye contact. He could’ve sworn nobody had ever looked this deep into his eyes. He felt very naked under your gaze. 

Not that he minded that. 

“You can kiss me, you know?”

The restaurant suddenly felt all swirly and trippy, like the funhouse at an amusement park. He mentally replayed your words in slow motion to be sure he wasn’t just hearing what he wanted to hear. This was what he had needed. A push. A sign. And you had given it to him, so casually like you were asking if he could pass you the salt, and he finally felt like he could function properly. 

“Do you want me to?” 

Yes. That was so confident and hot. 

Your answer was a simple nod, followed by a stern yes, and admittedly your demanding tone was doing things to his body as his lips met yours. If he was happy before, he had no idea what this feeling was. He couldn’t even imagine a word for it existing. It was a buzz flowing all the way from the tips of his toes, to the crown of his head. It was a bright glowing warmth radiating from his heart to the surface of his skin, and your skin was equally bright and beaming and it felt like he was melting into you. The table was spinning, all sounds of clinking glasses and strangers chatting were muted, and it was just you and him. Just you and him, in a little empty, undisclosed pocket in time and space. 

“What was that?”

Apparently his body was still in shut-down mode because he hadn’t felt his Apple Watch vibrating and going off on his wrist in the middle of the best kiss ever. 

‘High Heart Rate

Your heart rate rose to above 120 bpm, while you seemed to be-’

A teasing smile crept up on your face, only centimeters away, as Vernons eyes left the text on the screen. 

“You wanna leave?” 

“What? No I’m fine, my watch was just alerting me-”

“I'm not talking about your watch, babe. I'm asking. Do you wanna leave?” 

Oh.

Oh…

Vernon had never left a chair that fast in his life.

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Doomsday.

The last thing roxy remember before blacking out and system shutting down was win she found cassie after the elevator crash and stay by her friend side.

But win she came back online. She woken up in a room sitting on a table completely and fully restored. And upgraded in areas to. She was back to normal but cover in a thick layer of dust.

As she scans the room she noticed a tv and a vhs tape label.

* VHS tape * Very important roxy wolf.

Roxy would eventually put the vhs tape in the tv and hit play and then she see cassie father. And a bunch of scientists. engineers. And doctors.

Cassie father.

Roxy. I truly thank you for staying next to cassie side to the very end..

With that out of the way. After we recovered you and cassie both. The world ended... a nuclear war had started ended all most all life.. but the ones who made it to the bunker that fazbare had built nearby..

We were lucky enough to get you cassie and a lot of the team there. That were you at for the scound..

And ... your problem and most likely going to wonder what happened to cassie..

She was turn into a animatronics to save her life... she in the room next to yours.. she been asleep for a long time roxy..

Promise me yall take care of her old friend..

The radiation on the surface is to dangerous for anyone to survive.. to save cassie life we turn her into a animatronics.. so the radiation and element wouldn't effect her or you both... let say win we upgraded and rebuilt you.. we did... you have a lot of the state of the art system..

Even a radiator system that scans miles around for any threat so you can advoid them...

You and cassie are both power by a miniture fusion core witch means you no longer need a charging station. (( like fallout 4 fusion core ))

VHS tape ends..

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As roxy system updates.. she releases she been offline for 5 years at this point.. but she would go into the room next to hers

There sitting on a table is a smaller animatronics. (( like is Roxy had a little sister animatronic ))

Fur color brown

And sporting a roxy raceway racing's gear.. just a racing suit basically.

Next to them is a back pack full of supply's.

As soon as roxy says cassie. That win the cassie would of power on and woken up. Roxy quickly going into big sister mode trying to comfort cassie and preventing a panic attack that was unstoppable.

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Several hours later. Roxy and cassie both had finally made it to the surface.. to see... a city left in a shatter mess. But mother nature is slowly reclaiming.

Not a human left in sight and not a threat in miles And look the pizza is a few blocks from here.. as Roxy was thinking to herself.

Idk maybe it just a lame au but it a orginal.

Well it's not a lame au that's for sure this sounds real interesting!

Where did the tech team go though? If they fixed Roxy and Cassie up, where are they now? Where did the doctors go? Is it like a mystery and they've left to go and find out where they went and what happened to them? What kind of supplies would Roxy and Cassie even need if they're both animatronics and don't need to recharge?

Ohhh if the pizzeria isn't that far, could they go back and get everyone else? Would they turn it into a mega-shelter of sorts, using their immunity to the radiation to their advantage by not having to really worry about it when they're out and about? If Cassie can still eat, would one of their goals be to figure out how to detox the ground of radiation so they can grow food?

I mean, if they're immune to the radiation, then they're going to be at a huge advantage to everyone else. Where a living being wouldn't be able to do something, they would after all. But then again, if they spend enough time searching for other people and find no one, would the wasteland just become animatronic land? There's no one to stop them from just fucking off and finding out, right?

Everyone in the bunkers struggling to get by, resources thin and tensions high, while the local Fazbear animatronics have decided to start a war with irradiated pool noodles and learn that lift from Dirty Dancing. Why even stay in the Plex? They've taken over the nearest garden centre and the park next door for their new base and have decided to start building a card castle but with cars instead of cards.

The animatronics are free and they're exploring the world in all it's silent beauty for the very first time...

To be fair, there's probably skeletons fucking everywhere which would more than likely upset them, but that also means they're never short on mysteries to solve. Who is this person? What's their name? Who were their family and friends? Where would they like to be put to rest? Plenty of stuff to do there I'd say!

They can go anywhere and do anything they want now too, so what's stopping them from going to every Fazbear location and picking up as many friends as possible? What's to say that seeing a human in the wasteland hasn't turned into the equivalent of seeing a unicorn and animatronics are just everywhere?

There's a lot you can do here!

May I suggest a DVD or a regular tape in a tape recorder though, maybe even an old phone or a DSi or something? I'm not sure Roxy or Cassie would know what a VHS tape is lmao

[star-realities]

Update I ended up giving almost everyone I know smart bands so I can collect data more reliably and so the flashes have a better idea of their calorie intake versus expending they can also do stuff like alert to injuries monitor time spent in the sun radiation levels(Btw it’s shockingly easy to configure something to sense the very specific radiation kryptonite emits from long distances maybe that’s how people keep finding it in space???) also can notice things in the air you wouldn’t want to be breathing either that’s just really bad air quality or actual toxins

I didn’t want to leave out the non speedsters though and Tim has probably already either taken his apart or worked it into the rest of his equipment unrelated but Tim’s went off as soon as he got back to Gotham

Interesting thing I learned from that by the way is that at least one kryptonian seems to be mildly allergic to potassium sorbate so I guess if you’re short on kryptonite and you absolutely NEED to…Mildly annoy them with a tingly feeling in their mouth and maybe some hives that cleared up in ten minutes then idk feed him some cheese or smth

I’ll have to offer one to the rest of the super family to see if it’s a kryptonian thing a family allergy or just something Connor specifically has ❤️⚡️

Tim has either taken it apart or it's broken from Gotham's AWFUL AIR QUALITY

i swear it's more fear gas, joker toxin, smog, and pollution than ACTUAL oxygen

Also imagine being a KRYPTONIAN and having a weakness to CHEESE- lame /j

[p-artsypants]

Blurb #6

I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!

Mabel loved her brother, but sometimes, Dipper could be such a Debbie-downer. Such as right now. Wendy sat at the counter of the shop, reading a magazine, while Mabel braided her hair. Dipper sat in the corner, his nose in the journal, like some sort of hermit. “Dude, don’t you need to like, take a break from reading a little bit?” Soos asked, momentarily pausing in his work on repairing the ceiling light. “Yeah bro bro, you’ve read that thing like eight times now!” Mabel tied off the end of the braid. “At least today.” He slammed the book shut. “Yeah, I know, I’m just…frustrated. I know the answers I’m looking for are in here somewhere.” “Well,” stated Wendy, as she took her muddy boots of the counter. “I’m bored. Mabel’s bored. Soos is working, but I’m sure he’s bored, and you’re bored. So let’s do something.” “W-w-what do you have in mind?” Dipper stuttered. “Let’s go and investigate something!” “Oh no no no. Grunkle Stan doesn’t want us to go out looking for trouble…” Then he muttered. “I may already do that…” “Oh come on!” She stood up and walked over to him, “There has to be something in here that’ll be fun.” “And you never know Dipper!” Mabel chirped. “Maybe well find some Author-y clues on the way.” Dipper sighed. “Alright, fine. Do your damage.” Wendy thumbed through the pages. “Stairs that count different going down then going up. Lame. Waterfall that has a perfect reflection. Boring. Tree made of faces. Creepy, but not interesting. Melonheads—…” “DUDE! Not the Melonheads!” Soos almost fell off his ladder in his panic. Wendy smiled. “I know what we’re doing tonight.” Dipper took the journal back. “This rumor dates back to the 1950’s, when the nuclear reaction on the mountain had an acute meltdown.” He looked at Soos. “There’s a nuclear reactor here? That— That actually explains quite a few things.” He continued to read, “A group of people in the West that were poisoned by the radiation and grew abnormally sized heads. The only way to get to them in through a tunnel under the highway.” Mabel scrunched up her nose. “A group of people with big heads? Sounds like Dipper’s tribe.” The male twin gave her a blank look. “Dudes, I know it doesn't sound that that scary, but this is something you don’t want to mess with.” The three looked in interest, beckoning him to finish his story. Soos sighed, and then stood tall, and then began in his story telling voice. “Twas the summer before I entered high school. My cousin Reggie had just gotten his drivers license. He told me about the Melonheads, and we thought it would be fun to…you know, check it out. There are three levels to the Melonhead challenge. First, is to sit in front of the tunnel for five minutes in your car. Second is to drive into the tunnel, lights on, keys on top of the roof and last ten minutes. We didn’t even make it to five before we heard chainsaws.” He shivered. “I didn’t sleep for a month after that.” “What’s level three?” Asked Dipper. “Oh dude, you don’t want to know!” “Level three! Level three! Level three!” The trio shouted. “You have to drive through the valley…but rumor is, if you go in the tunnel…you don’t come back out…” “Oooooo…” “I’m in.” Wendy declared. “I’m in, like jelly in a doughnut!” “And I suppose I’m in too.” Dipper declared. “The guys will totally flip over this, it’s going to be awesome!” Wendy already had her phone out and was texting her friends. “Now, we just need a driver that knows where the tunnel is.” Dipper stated, looking at Soos. “No way dude, there is no way you’re talking me into this. — “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Soos frowned, cleaning out the back of his truck.

[fuqqet]

Hey!! ^w^ Thanks for the image, and also double thanks for your interest in St. Agatha!! is it something you've played, or something you want to?

I am so normal about St Agatha I promise

So I’m way too autistic to just list everything ever so I’ll try to answer what’s directly in the ask then add a couple other things.

-I’ve been playing since around June

-I have been trying to see all the different routes and locations so far

-my favorites have been Norman, Denver, and Ian

-I hate Denver as a person but I really want to see how the routes go further with him, I think he’s really interesting as both a character and in the overall story

-as someone from Missouri who grew up in a small town then moved to St Louis, the storyline about the toxic waste/dirty water/dead horses was very close to what happened irl, even down to the cover ups. Tbh it was a bit of a jumpscare since that’s the first time I’ve seen any of that discussed outside of a few irl conversations

-I really like the art. At first I thought it was kinda lame but it conveys a certain feeling and the way you draw outside of the game just radiates a certain emotion. I can’t really explain but I think the purposeful simplicity really elevated the way it expresses itself, if that makes sense?

-the game so far reminds me of late 00s’ early 2010s’ alt music, like metric or the killers which is so specific and idk why that’s what comes up but it’s perfect and fitting

-I do think some of the characters end up looking really similar due to the art though

-admittedly I’m someone who likes slice of life games with looser storylines, and I like character interaction more than anything else in a sim game, so I’m definitely looking forward to any future updates

Anyway, that’s about all I can say before completely devolving into a full infodump lol

[wrathoftherandom]

You can pry these sunglasses from my cold, dead hands.

[thelemoncoffee]

i am an absolute sucker for Kokichi being a secrete romantic sap. (and by secrete i mean he's in total denial of his loverboy status)

like don't get me wrong, it takes him a hot minute to start opening up to his lover, but once he does he has these burst of sappy affection that are so insany dorky and heartfelt in their own Kokichi way. and when he's given affection it's just as bad. he tries so hard to keep his fecade up but being shown acts of love just makes him melt so fast it ain't even funny. he claims to be a heartless overlord of evil, but the hearts in his eyes when he spends time with his beloved tell a very different story.

he's the kind of guy who will act like flowers and boxes of chocolate are so lame, then turns around and regularly leaves fake flowers out on his lover's night stand with a peice of candy every morning. he says movie dates are boring then as soon as his beloved mentions there's a movie they wanna see, he's already found the soonest way to watch it and is trying to figure out what food options they have. he's rhe kind of guy who'd go out of his way to assure his beloved is pampered and treated like a king, but insists he's a crule monster who would never put his lover above his royal self.

idk there's just something about Kokichi being weaker to love than he lets on/wants to admit that's so wonderful. it's absolutly done in Kokichi's weird behavior way, and it's such a hard joruney to get to that point with him due to his trust issies- but once you get there it's just so raw and heartfelt you can feel the love radiating off of him. he's in a love-hate relationship with what romantic feelings do to him.

loverboy Kokichi go brr <3

[floraflow]

The Best Laid Plans...

I’m feeling really conflicted about everything right now. On one hand, Ana and I’s plan worked (!), but on the other hand, the night did not go as expected...

I’ll start from the beginning.

I could barely sleep Thursday night, I was so excited for Friday’s festivities. I was jittering all day and couldn’t stop myself from smiling. In guitar, I tried to play it cool lol. James snagged me again after class and he asked me if I was sure he should pick me up at the old barn. He said it didn’t seem safe. I told him it was fine (but I was internally screaming at how cute his concern was). He was like “idk...” so, regrettably, I was forced to tell him about the barrenness of my social life, i.e. how I was planning on sneaking out cuz my mom would never let me go to a party, much less with a BOY. He cautiously agreed, which was pretty sweet. I was worried he would think I was a loser, but he really just seemed worried about me.

I bolted straight to Ana’s as soon as my library shift ended. I had to sacrifice some textbooks to make room in my backpack for some clothing options for the party. Ana thought I should wear black, cuz black is a mysterious and alluring color but I reminded her that this was a PREPPY party and she was like “ok so what do preps wear?” and I realized I didn’t really even know since everyone wears uniforms at school. Ana rolled her eyes and was like “are you really gonna dress up all disney channel to make some lame rich kids like you?” and I was like “touche” lol.

Ana INSISTED on the black so I wore one of my lacy black camis and Ana lent me her black skinny jeans. I don’t really wear makeup so Ana snuck some from her mom to put on me. Just some shimmery gold eyeshadow, mascara, and lip gloss. Ana said that lip gloss makes guys unconsciously look at your mouth because the shininess draws more attention to them. I was like “how would you even know that???” and she was like “I READ IT IN SEVENTEEN, SUE ME” hahahahaha xD

Anyway, at 7:45-ish, I snuck out Ana’s bedroom window into the night!  (°〇°)

I had my scuffed-up old tennies on for the walk to the Tempers’ barn (it’s technically closer to my house than to Ana’s, the Tempers are basically my next-door neighbors--I’ll get into that in a bit). I spotted two red tail lights radiating in the dark, casting an eerie red glow into the woods by the road. I hurried to the car--a midnight black pick-up truck--with excitement, until I realized that I wanted to act cool so I slowed down a lil’ bit lol.

I peered into the passenger window, suddenly struck with the fact that I didn’t even know if this was actually James or not. But the mystery man flicked on the inside light, which promptly illuminated James’ angel face (´∀｀)♡  He smiled earnestly then fumbled to unlock the car door, which was VERY endearing. I climbed inside and he said, “Hey,” to which I responded, “Hey”.

I’m afraid to report that those were about the only words we spoke to one another during that car ride. I was too occupied trying not to nervously glance at him constantly (and failing miserably). I think I could tell he was nervous too !! His eyes seemed glued in front of him, his body rigid, except for his Adam’s apple, which was bobbing noticeably.

When I wasn’t doing my nervous glancing, I too was staring straight ahead, suddenly very aware of the sound of my winter coat squishing against my seat. Speaking of winter coat, James wasn’t wearing one. Instead, he wore a slightly oversized black leather jacket. Obviously it was genuine leather and in good condition, like he takes care of it. Again, I nobly attempted not to swoon.  ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

Morrissey drifted from the stereo, bathing our awkward silence in his droopy, lilting timbre. Thank GOD for music.

You could tell when we passed the threshold into Nettlebrook proper, where the dirt roads turn to cobblestoned streets, alit by antique gaslights. We wound our way up the hill overlooking main street and the further up we went, the more extravagant the houses became. I mean, these were mansions. Like OLD MONEY, frickin VICTORIAN mansions, the largest of which loomed over us, at the very top of the hill. It was more of an estate, enclosed by a tall gate--I assume this is where the Mayor lives. His home was flanked by two other majestic mansions, but I wasn’t sure to whom they belonged.

James must have noticed my eyes bugging out of my skull cuz he laughed softly and asked if I’d ever been on the hill before. I shook my head no, but then remembered that I actually had, when I was really young. I told him, “my mom took me for a walk around town, but when we started going up the hill, a police officer told us to go back cuz it was private property.”

“That’s really stupid,” James said, looking genuinely disappointed. “Well, we’re here.”

Christa’s house was also a mansion, though it looked newer than the stately Victorian ones. Before we left the car, I remembered to change my shoes. I took off my old tennies and slipped into the black ballet flats I had brought with me. James opened the car door for me and even helped me out by holding my hand (such a gentleman!!)

Now... at the party is where things go wonky. 

To be continued.......

[keravnous]

I’ve noticed that Edwards likes telescopes. There’s one on the rooftop above his office at Sgail and one can be seen in his meeting room where he logs in to talk to the Partners. It might just be put there by IOI to hammer home the idea that Providence is all-seeing but I have two different ideas: one SFW and one NSFW. I’ll put the NSFW in a separate ask cause idk if you'll be into it and this is already a long post lol.

The SFW idea is that he enjoys stargazing. I think it kind of suits him given how purposeful he is. Always looking up, always striving for more. When the poor, overworked guy needs to recharge during the Ark Society event, he heads up to the tower roof to relax and have some alone time. He treats himself to a little slice of cheesecake and wine (you can see it on the table in the game) while peering up at his favorite constellations. Marveling at how clear they are without all the light pollution you’d get in the city.

Or maybe he brings a Herald that he admires to the event. They eat, drink, and swap eavesdropped information over faint music from the courtyard. The effigy glows a warm, flickering orange in the distance. The waves surround the tower with the pleasant scent of sea water.

He shyly motions to the telescope and the Herald accepts when he invites them to have a look through it. Edward’s eyes light up as he points out different stars. Ever so gently, he places his hand on their back, ready to quickly retrieve it should they recoil. But they don’t, much to his relief. While they peek through the scope, he leans in and regales them with the stories behind the constellations' names. Orion and the scorpion, Perseus and Andromeda… His voice is so soft in their ear and his body so warm against them in the cool night. It’s a completely different side to him. One the Herald grows very fond of.

this 🥺

I am not too sure if I can fulfill the nsfw request, but I tried to give this one here a little nsfw undertone

the mentioned song: youtube / spotify

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This wasn't your first time attending the annual Ark Society gathering at the Isle of Sgail but it sure was your first time making your way, let alone entering, the Constant's tower.

Miss Vidal had handed you a dossier earlier that night and requested that you'd bring it to the Constant yourself, being one of her most trusted associates. You heard your heartbeat hammer in your skull, it made your whole body vibrate with both, excitement and anxiety, as you gave a sharp knock to the massive wooden doors. The guards had immediately recognized your Providence pin and had let you past with no further questions, given the file savely tucked away under your arm.

Slowly, and your nearly expected the hinges to shriek, the door opened and you came face to face with an old man, white hair and - that, that was clearly not Mister Edwards. You were glad that the mask covered at least half of your face, your brows furrowing in both confusion and slight amusement.

"Yes, Miss/Mister?", he sharply clicked his heels and looked at you, an unreadable gaze locking with your eyes. A cold shiver ran down your spine. He seemed like a butler, and maybe he really was, but there was something in his eyes that seemed to pierce right through your carefully built facade, that screamed killer to you.

"Good evening, Sir", you smiled your most charismatic smile, "My name is y/n, Miss Vidal has sent me."

"Ah yes of course, we have been informed. Please, do come in", he took a step backwards and opened the door completely. The air inside was warm and your anxiety was immediately calmed by the dark and cozy interior as you entered the tower. So, this was it, huh? This was his place, the place of the most powerful man on earth. You had expected something a little more ... modern, maybe? More Bond villain-ish, sharp edges and light colours but this looked at lot more like the set of a period drama.

"Mister Edwards is already expecting you. This way, please", the butler lead you towards the staircase and stretched out his arm invitingly. You took a deep breath and muttered a quiet Thank you, Sir underneath your breath, slowly ascending the stairs. You heard music and someone humming along with the tune. The soft barritone sent a shiver down your spine, much more pleasant than the one minutes earlier, right down your stomach, leaving a warm and fuzzing feeling. His voice was beautiful. You rarely heard him speak and it was hard to make out the warmth of his voice in his whispering tone but now it was clearer and louded and it wrapped around your head, your whole body, like a warm blanket. You took you first steps across the perfectly polished floor and peaked around the corner.

He was lanky and tall, even more visible now with his jacket off, the crisp white shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. You had never seen him that casually and he also seemed rather relaxed as well, seemingly focussed on a telescope that stood near one of the massive, opened windows of his office.

You stood there, unsure wether to interrupt him or not, he was the Constant after all. With all the rumours that surrounded him and powered the slight dusk of myths and speculations that wafted around him you had totally forgotten that he was human after all.

It was a rather endearing sight, really. It made your stomach twist a little, spread warmth through your abdomen as he kept on making adjustments to the telescope and quietly humming along with the tune.

You did not have any track of the time that passed, while you stood there still and unmoving, the file still under your arm, watching him watching the clear night sky, before his warm voice suddendly left the lyrics, was replaced by an equally warm chuckle.

"I find the stars to be much more interesting to watch than the gazer himself, if I may be that direct."

Your heart dropped. Fuck, you fucked up. You prepared yourself for him to throw a fit, threaten you or just having you shot by his creepy-not so innocent-looking butler right on the spot.

"I- uh, Sir, I am very sorry - I just, it's- I'm-", well, wasn't that just very professional of you.

Arthur turned around to you, his expression surprisingly open and friendly, his lips curled up in a slight smile.

"The file I assume, yes?"

"Yes, right here", you took a few steps forward and he met you halfway, wrapping his delicate fingers around the slim folder.

"Thank you very much", he held your gaze for a few seconds longer and then nodded towards the little coffee table, "A glas of wine, maybe?"

You felt your brain errupting in a high frequency static noise.

"What?"

He chuckled again, a deep and low sound, a little amused and a little snobby that did things to your groin.

"Wine. A red one", he turned around to the table and eyed the bottle, "Argentinian, I believe, one of Yates'."

You swallowed. This was certainly not happening. He turned around to you once more. "So?"

Fuck it. "Yes, please."

The following hour then passed by like a cold breeze on a warm summer day and you found yourself really enjoying his company, his witty and dry humour, the way he listened to you and gave well reflected and soft spoken replies.

"Am I still right about my very early assumption that you have never watched the stars before?", he tilted his head a little.

"No, not really. Not like this", you gestured towards the telescope.

"Would you like to try?", he recognized your hesitation and got up, offering you his hand, "I am convinced you will very much enjoy it."

Carefully, like a deer in the headlights, you took his hand and got up, while he led you towards the opened window as Arthur took a scrutinizing look through the telescope and gestured you closer. You leaned down a little and looked through the objective and your breath hitched.

The stars were so close and so bright and it was nothing like taking a lamely look towards the sky on a night out in the busy streets of London. It was fascinating. A surprised laugh left your lips and you heard him chuckle again behind you. He was much closer than you expected him to be.

"Surprised, hm?", he hummed.

"Well, yes. It's - They're beautiful."

"It must be Cassiopeia you're looking at, that constellation is the most present during these months."

He guided you across the night sky, leaning over your shoulder and adjusting the telescope or leaning in close to explain the constellations and their names to you. It left your head spinning and heart thrumming in your chest and you felt like you could've dropped dead the second that he put his hand on the small of your back, right underneath the dark blue robe you were wearing over your formal wear.

You felt the warmth of his fingers radiating through the thin layer of clothing and a sigh escaped your lips. Your cheeks immediately heated up with crimson red but he continued to rub soft, soothing circles over your back. "This one right here is Orion, sometimes believed to affect certain sign's love life."

"Is that so?", you had huffed out while feeling him pressing against you, his warm breath that smells faintly of expensive red wine and cigarettes grazed your cheek.

"Well, I like to believe that society evolved from that. You know, that we start to rely on more reliable sources."

"Such as?"

"Increase in body temperature", his hand sneaked forward, placed itself on your stomach and pressed your body flush against his, "Fast heartbeat -"

He came closer, you could feel the tip of his nose against the nape of your neck. You shouldn't. He was technically not only your boss, but also so much more, so much more important to the world's fate than you were. But he felt good against you and his quiet barritone sent shivers down your spine.

"Loss of words."

"Is that so?", you heard yourself whisper, a sharp, needy and rather unknow edge to your own voice.

You felt his lips grazing over your neck and how they softly turned into a slight smile.

"Sometimes, yes", you felt how he slowly detached his body from yours and you suddendly felt how cold the room had gotten, given the opened window and rather cold autumn night, "Another glas of wine, maybe?"

Who were you to even think of declining such an offer?

[jalapeno-princess]

More Than Friends

(I was gonna say he looks so good in here but who am I kidding, he always looks so fucking good)

Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: Angst (but mainly fluff I can’t write angst to save my life)

Word Count: 5K

Summary: You and Mark have a very interesting relationship. The two of you are not exactly dating, but you’re not just friends either. Because of who he is, he isn’t able to take things further in your relationship no matter how badly he wants to. However, something causes him to feel the need to put a label on what exactly is going on between you both.

A/N: (It’s kind of repetitive lol idk how I feel about this story) This was requested by another one of my favorite followers on here @safetypineapples Thank you for all your love and support with my stories and I love reading all of yours! I hope you enjoy this one! Based on the song “At my weakest” by James Arthur.

It's a long night and a big crowd Under these lights looking 'round for you Yeah, I'm steppin' outside under moonlight To get my head right, lookin' out for you, yeah

Could it be your eyes Didn't know that I've been Waitin', waitin' for you When your by my side, everything's alright Crazy, I'm crazy for youOh, here I go, down that road Again and again the fool rushin' in But I can't help when I feel some kind of way Do you feel the same? 'Cause And I fall, I fall for you You caught me at my weakest And I fall for you

“Pick up—fuck—please pick up.” 

Mark was pacing back and forth in the hallway; he must’ve looked like a crazy person to all the staff and security guards at the event, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t too sure why it was happening, especially because he was right about to go on stage, but he was currently going through a panic attack. Just a couple of minutes ago, he was sitting in the dressing room with Yugyeom and Jinyoung, waiting for the rest of the guys to finish getting their makeup and hair done. He was playing a couple of games on his phone when he decided to scroll on Instagram and Twitter for a little while when he stumbled across of a few negative posts that crawled under his skin. 

Being a KPOP idol had its perks; he got to do what he loved, making music, writing songs, touring and traveling around the world, meeting new people and learning of their cultures and getting to perform on stage in front of thousands of their fans alongside his six best friends. Unfortunately, pros also came with cons. With the large amount of love he received all around the world, he also got a lot of unnecessary hate. He never understood what he did to be hated so much. 

Mark was a very kind-hearted, soft-spoken, generous, humble and hardworking person. Sure, he might not have been the best rapper in KPOP, but he gave his all in each and every one of his performances, practices, recording sessions and even when it didn’t have to do with the music; whether it was modeling or being on a reality tv show, he made sure to try his best in order to please everyone he was around. That’s all Mark really wanted to do, but it just wasn’t enough for some people. To the people who weren’t fans of him, if he was too generous, they would consider it as him showing off his wealth and social status. 

There were so many different organizations Mark would donate to and speak up for to show his support but so many antis would claim he was doing it just to look good to the public. However, once he went silent to stop all the loathing and hatred, people called him stingy and claimed he didn’t care about others. These days, it seemed as if Mark was the main target for hate within their group and that says a lot seeing as how Got7 were constantly hated on and ridiculed on a daily basis for no reason at all. Whenever something like this happened, his members would constantly tell him to stay away from social media and told him that all the negative people were just jealous of what an amazing person he was. 

Normally he would do quite the good job with ignoring the hate, and the rumors that were made up about him that made no actual sense at all; but for some reason there was one comment about how Got7 would be much better off without Mark in the group because apparently “Mark doesn’t do anything to really help the groups success in any way.” Or so the comment read. He tried his best to ignore it and he wanted to find something to take his mind off of the comment, but he couldn’t. 

Not even the funny video Yugyeom showed him could prevent him from overthinking and he really didn’t want to show that he was bothered to the other members. As much as he loved them like family, the last thing he wanted to hear was to ignore the hate which is what they always told him. One can only ignore something so much until it actually eats away at them to the point where they feel like screaming and since Mark wasn’t in a place where he could verbally or physically let out his frustrations, he excused himself from the room and walked throughout the arena looking for a quiet and empty place to call the only person he knew that could calm him down. 

The only person whose been on his mind and clouding up his thoughts for the last two months since the tour started. Mark considered every single member of Got7 to be his best friend; from day one the seven of them have been through so much together. So many ups and downs, so many trials and tribulations that only made them stronger as individuals and a whole group. Each member had their own way of cheering Mark up; whether it was Jackson making silly jokes, Jinyoung reciting lines from a show he was acting in, Youngjae bringing coco over for Mark to play with her or BamBam buying him a bunch of luxurious items because in his words “a little Gucci never hurt nobody.” 

However, the only person who could really get Mark out of the deepest funk was you. You, in more or less words were the only other best friend Mark had apart from his members. He told you every single secret, worry, doubt and insecurity he had because he trusted you with his entire being. On the fateful day the two of you met over a year and a half ago, Mark knew you were going to be someone special in his life and that was an understatement. If he was being honest, you were his entire life; Mark never believed in soulmates before meeting you. 

The idea of two people out of the billions of people in the world being destined together was so cliche and he didn’t understand why so many people would claim they met their soulmate. As the days went by and he spent more and more time with you, Mark realized that he got more than he bargained for when he became friends with you and that’s when he knew he was in trouble. Your relationship with Mark was hard to explain; for the first few months, you found confidants in one another. He was your escape from reality just as much as you were his. When your education and work got too much for you to handle, Mark would do whatever he could in his power to get you to focus on better things. Further down the line of being friends, it then blossomed in to something more. Even when Mark was still getting to know you, he found himself developing a little crush on you, but it was inevitable. 

You had a beauty that Mark couldn’t even put in to words to describe. He may have been surrounded with so many beautiful idols, actresses and models on a weekly basis, but there was just something; actually many things about you that stood out from everyone else. Mark was sure he’d be able to spot you in a crowded room because his eyes were always looking for you and because you just radiated such a positive and spirit lifting energy that was so contagious. He always wanted to be around you. Around four months in to your friendship, Mark confesses his feelings for you, but he knew he couldn’t act on them. Dating was taboo in the KPOP industry and most idols who were in relationships did their best in hiding it. 

There was nothing Mark wanted more than to be the lucky guy you called yours, but it was selfish of him to want to take things further with you knowing that he’d be holding you back from so many things. And it wasn’t like the two of you could have a normal relationship. He wouldn’t get to take you on all these cute dates he was sure you wanted to go on, he wouldn’t get to post about you nor would you be allowed to post anything about him, he couldn’t hold hands, hug you, hold you and kiss you unless it was behind closed doors. 

He wouldn’t be able to give you the love and attention you deserved and never failed to show him every single day and that’s what bothered him the most. You were so close, yet so far away and Mark was afraid that you’d get tired of being just friends with him and decide that you didn’t want to wait around for him. Especially since you requited his same feelings and made it aware that you were willing to do whatever it was that he asked of you. You were aware of how hectic his life was and you had a feeling a relationship would be something he wouldn’t be able to give you and you respected it completely. 

As long as you had Mark in your life, it didn’t matter what he was to you. But you were only human. You were still so young and had a great head on your shoulders. You had so much going for you yet you were always at his beck and call whenever he needed you. To both his delight yet dismay, you were willing to drop anything and everything for him. While he was away, you’d wake up in the middle of the night to talk to him and stay up till the wee hours of the morning to listen to him talk about his day even if you had an early morning shift or class. 

When he got sick, you’d pick up some medication and make some soup to help him feel better. If you were out with friends or colleagues and he asked to hang out, you’d give them some lame excuse and made your way over to him. Mark could never come up with the right words to say to show you and tell you just how much you meant to him and how afraid he was to lose you. All he could do, was show you through his actions; his gentle kisses on your cheeks, your forehead and your lips, how he would always need to be touching you whenever the two of you would spend time together, the way he would always check up on you to make sure you’ve eaten all your meals and that you were taking good care of yourself and doing all these little things for you like blowdrying your hair for you when you were too tired or helping you study for an exam even if he had no clue what he was reading. 

He could only hope you understood his nonverbal signals of love. Being on tour was always so fun; it seemed as if more fans came out with every new tour and tonight in London, there were at least 40,000 people at the Wembley stadium waiting for Got7 to perform. Over the years, his nerves slowly calmed down and performing on stage was such an indescribable feeling that he was so grateful for being able to do. The only thing he hated about touring, was being away from you. 

Mark made sure to FaceTime you whenever he got the chance, but it wasn’t the same as seeing your breathtaking smile and contagious laughter that he loved so much in person. He’s asked you to go along with them many times, but because you were a full time student with a full time job, and Mark’s company didn’t think it would look good for some random girl to join them on tour and follow them around the world, you stayed back in Korea. As the phone line kept ringing, anxiety built up in his chest the longer he waited. He checked his phone to see what time it was in Korea and he let out an exasperated sigh. 

It was currently six in the morning and since Mark knew your schedule like the back of his hand, there was a chance you were either getting ready for school or for work and he tried his best not to be upset. Just like how his work was his main priority, you had every right to make your studies and your work ethic your main concern. However, you had a tendency to put Mark at the top of your priorities and sometimes he wished you didn’t think so highly of him. He wanted to give you the same amount of attention and praise you’ve shown him over the years and you were his second main focus right after his job. 

He hated putting you second, he was sure you must’ve loathed having to be his second priority but you never complained nor would you make it known that it bothered you and Mark didn’t know what higher power it was that brought you two together nor did he know what he did to deserve someone so patient and understanding, but he would do it time and time again if it meant having you in his life for as long as he possibly could. With one more sigh, he began walking back towards the corridors where their waiting room was located when he felt his phone vibrate. He didn’t even miss a beat, once he saw your name on the screen he answered and he didn’t care how desperate he sounded. He was sure he didn’t have much time to talk to you, but it didn’t matter. All Mark needed was to hear your voice and he knew he’d feel so much better. 

“Hey baby, I’m sorry I missed your call. I was washing my face and brushing my teeth. Aren’t you going on stage here soon? Is everything okay?” 

Just hearing your soft little giggle through the speaker was enough to get him to forget of his problems and all he focus on was the sound of your gentle and extremely soothing voice. The term of endearment made him feel even more giddy and he was sure if the guys were to see the effect that you had on him, they wouldn’t let him live it down. 

“Yeah I just—I just wanted to talk to you. I’m sorry if I’m bothering you, I just really miss you. That’s all.” 

By the hesitant tone of his voice, you could tell there was something more that he wasn’t telling you, but you weren’t going to pry at him. You never forced mark to go in to detail about what was worrying him and wanted him to confide in you at his pace. But you hated knowing that something was currently on his mind not knowing exactly what it was. Even if Mark was a couple of years older than you, you always felt the need to protect him from any evil. His happiness and well being was all you ever cared about and sometimes you’d put it before your own. 

“I miss you too Mark and you’re never a bother, you know that. You know if something is wrong, you can tell me right?” 

Although you couldn’t see him, you could tell he was nodding in agreement. The two of you had a mutual understanding; you’d wait for each other to find solace in one another but when you did, you’d let it all out. “I know, thanks y/n. I read something so shitty earlier, but hearing your voice makes it all the more better. Don’t worry about me babe, I’m okay. I’m sure the guys are probably looking for me. I’ll call you after the show, have a nice morning and don’t forget to eat a hearty breakfast. I’ll talk to you soon love.” 

Once you both said your goodbyes, Mark felt energized and ready to go on stage. He didn’t think it was possible for someone to change him for the better but here you were, making his heart feel as if it was about to bust out of his chest and he never wanted that feeling to go away. As soon as he made his way back to the dressing room where all the guys were dressed up and waiting for him, they were all confused seeing the huge grin on his face after he left so abruptly as if something was wrong; but none of them were going to question it. They were all aware of who you were to Mark and all six of them approved of you. 

They loved the effect you had on the eldest boy; they loved the way you made him laugh and smile on his darkest days. You were the light Mark needed and they knew you were put in his life to save him from himself. Once they all walked out onstage and heard the thousands of screams and chants echoing throughout the arena, anything that was bothering Mark no longer mattered to him. All he could think about was making the fans happy, putting all his energy in to each and every song they performed and getting to call you again later. The concert went off without a hitch and honestly it had to be one of the best concerts they’ve done since they started touring. 

For the rest of the week, Got7 finished the Europe leg of the tour and as much as Mark loved exploring the many different cities, trying the different foods they had to offer and taking a well deserved rest from all his other work, he couldn’t wait for the two week break the guys were allowed back in Korea. He couldn’t find it in himself to sleep the night before, he was just so excited to have you in his arms again and he came up with the plan to surprise you about coming home earlier than expected. Everyone seemed to know of Mark’s plans because as soon as they landed, they hailed him a taxi and gave the driver your address which he was extremely grateful for. While he was away, he’d find himself overthinking your relationship. 

He wanted—no, Mark needed to set things straight between the two of you. Even if you told him that you were willing to wait for him for as long as he needed you to, humans could only be patient for so long and he was afraid you’d find somebody while he was away. Somebody who could take care of you in ways Mark could only wish he’d be able to. Somebody who would love you freely; out in the open without having to worry about a rumor breaking out. Somebody worthy of all your love and admiration. 

It was late when they arrived back and he could only hope you didn’t log on to social media and saw that Got7 were back in Korea. He quickly stopped by a cute little hole in the wall florist shop and purchased you a dozen of your favorite flowers. No matter how jet lagged he was from the ten hour flight and how much he wanted to go to sleep, the desire and urge to hold you in his arms was stronger than any exhaustion he felt. He knew he should’ve texted you to ask what you were doing in case you were out to dinner with your friends, but he was just too excited to finally see you that it slipped his mind that there was a chance you weren’t home. 

As soon as he buzzed your doorbell, there was an odd feeling that crashed over him and he couldn’t put his finger on it. However, once you opened the door and he saw you dressed so prettily, the numbness he felt in his chest only grew more. 

“Oh my God—Mark! What are you doing back so early?!” 

You didn’t give him any time to answer before you practically jumped on him; wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You began leaving chaste kisses on the sides of his face and finally left a sloppy kiss on the corner of his mouth before jumping down. 

“Hello to you too baby. I wanted to surprise you. God y/n, I’ve missed you so much.” 

You looked up at him with an adoring look in your eyes before cupping his cheek. These last three months without him was just as hard and if not more difficult on you than it was for him. Mark had all his members, friends, staff, family and fans by his side but all you really had was him. Although he never failed to lean on you whenever he needed to, you didn’t want to bother him and handled most of your problems by yourself. Even if he told you to tell him when something wasn’t going your way; you just never wanted to burden him. Just getting a text of encouragement was enough to help ease your negative thoughts. 

Seeing him, with his fluffy, brown hair down to his neck, his face more healthier and fuller than the last time you’ve seen each other and his biceps more prominent, it was an overwhelming feeling and you had a hard time believing he was actually back and at your apartment. 

“Mmm, I missed you too handsome. Let’s get you settled in. Did you eat? Are you hungry? You look exhausted Mark.” You reached for his hand as he held the bouquet of flowers under his arm and dragged in his luggage with his free hand. Since you were ahead of him, you didn’t get to see the way his cheeks turned bright pink at your sudden movement. He was so whipped for you. Once you walked in to your living room, he was quick to notice the box of chocolates on your coffee table and the flowers in a vase sitting on your counter. There was that weird feeling again and he was soon growing curious with what exactly it was that seemed to be eating away at him. You had him take a seat on the couch as you hurriedly brought his luggage in to your room and made your way back to him. 

“I uh—these are for you.” You gave him a toothy grin; excited at the idea of him thinking to stop by somewhere and get you flowers. The soft peck on his lips was your token of appreciation and you walked in to your kitchen to find another vase to put his flowers in. Although he felt as if he could practically knock out right there, he got up from the couch and walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his chin on top of your shoulder. You’ve always adored the height difference between you and Mark. You weren’t the shortest person ever, but you weren’t blessed with height. You shivered at the feeling of him pressing a kiss against your neck and leaned back in to his chest to give him more access to your nape. 

“Where’d you buy the flowers from?” When he felt you tense up at his question, he knew something was up and he had a gut feeling he wasn’t going to like the answer. 

“I just came back from a double date—but it’s not what you think. One of my coworkers really likes this guy, but she didn’t want to go out with him on her own just yet so she asked me to tag along with her. Honestly she’s been trying to set me up with all these guys but I’ve told her I’m unavailable more times than I can count on my hands. I think she used that as an excuse for me to go out on a date, but I really wasn’t interested. He gave me these flowers and those chocolates, but I didn’t really give him any of my attention and if I’m being honest, the entire thing was so awkward and I gave an excuse to leave early. I’m glad I did though.” 

You were facing him at his point and ran both your hands through his hair. So that’s why you were all dolled up; Mark knew he wasn’t overreacting for no reason. You just came back from a date. It didn’t matter that your friend set you up, for all he knew you could go on multiple dates and he couldn’t do anything about it. The two of you were untitled. He didn’t have the right to stop you from looking for a genuine relationship. All he could do was hope and pray that the feelings you harbored for him were enough to get you to stick around. 

The way his brows furrowed made you nervous and you didn’t think he cared for you in that way to get bothered at the idea of you seeing someone else. You and Mark may have acted like a couple, but because he wasn’t able to be in a relationship nor did he make it verbally known that he wanted to be one with you, you didn’t think it was possible for him to grow jealous at the thought of you dating someone else. 

“I see. Have you been on any other dates? Met anyone worth your while?”

“No. Just the one tonight. Why would I look for anyone else when I have you Mark? Or I mean—actually I don’t know what I mean. I’m not yours and you’re not mine yet I’m holding on to this tiny little thread and the little voice that’s telling me to not give up on us but I don’t know what you see me as; for all I know I could just be a friend you kiss every now and then just because you can’t have anything to serious. I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t bother me and that I’m fine with being stuck in this untitled relationship knowing that I want more, but all I care about is you. I know it’s hard for you to live a normal life and I just wanted to give you whatever it is that you need. I’m sorry, I talk too much—“ 

When you felt a teardrop fell on your cheek, you hesitantly looked up at the older boy and felt a pang to your chest at the sight of his lip quivering as tears were building up at his eyelids. Everyone and anyone who knew Mark was well aware of how sensitive he could be and it was a trait of his you genuinely appreciated. It showed that he had such a big heart. There were moments where he would cry watching a sad video or movie and you’d always smile softly to yourself at how adorable he was. But now, seeing him cry and having a feeling that you were the reason made your head spin. He brought his hands down to your waist and lifted you up on to the counter before connecting your lips together in a rough and extremely passionate kiss. 

You and Mark might have shared quite a few kisses in the last year, but this was the first time his lips smashed and melded against yours perfectly. His lips were chapped and tasted salty from his tears, but it didn’t matter. He all but gently forced his tongue in to your mouth and down your throat and although the feeling was foreign, you could find yourself getting used to this. All too soon, he pulled his lips away and placed his forehead against yours, earning himself a soft whimper from the absence of warmth. He began gliding his thumb along your thigh while lifting your chin up so that you were making eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry y/n, I’m so fucking sorry for having to put you through all of that for the last year but I’m so grateful for each and every single sacrifice you’ve made for me. You’re way more than just a friend to me baby, I thought it was obvious with the way I have to constantly be kissing these pretty lips of yours and the way I always need you around. If you were just a friend, I wouldn’t be calling you and checking up on you every day. You wouldn’t be on my mind the first thing when I wake up and right before I go to bed and I know it’s my fault for not telling you how I feel but I’m telling you now, I’m crazy about you. I was always yours y/n, always. You mean everything to me y/n and you know what? I love you. I love you so much y/n and I plan on loving you for a very long time. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, I don’t care about the repercussions or what punishment I get for this, but please be my girlfriend. I’ll do anything to be yours completely.” 

With the way he was looking at you, as if you were the one who set the entire universe in to the sky, you were putty in his hands. You never said it out loud, but this is what you’ve wanted from the time that Mark stumbled in to your life. Because you were afraid to come off too forward and selfish, you didn’t tell him that you’d daydream of the day he could finally be able to date you without having to worry about what people or say or do if and when they were to find out. You pulled him closer to your body and hid your face in the crook of his neck. Feeling his heartbeat against your chest made it harder for you to keep the growing smile on your face at bay. You really did love the beautiful boy in front of you. 

“I love you too Mark. I’ve always had these feelings for you and I know they’re not going anywhere. You really are one of the best things that ever happened to me. I want nothing more than to take things further with you. It’s always been you too baby. I’m always going to be here for you.” 

He stole a couple more kisses from the corner of your mouth before picking you up from off of the counter and throwing you over his shoulder. “Mark, what are you doing?!”

“You can’t look that amazing and not expect me to show you exactly what you do to me. I’m gonna make love to my beautiful baby.”

“Mark! At least take me to dinner first before getting in to my pants you ass.”

He playfully slapped your butt before making his way toward your room. “You know babe, our relationship was never normal to begin with so there’s no point in following the rules. I like living dangerously. Forget dinner y/n, I’m going straight for dessert.”

Oh, here I go down that road Again and again the fool rushin' in But I can't help when I feel some kind of way Do you feel the same? 'Cause And I fall, I fall for you You caught me at my weakest I fall, I fall for you You caught me at my weakest I fall for you

Love you gonna get hold on me Tell me what you gonna do to me Now you've gone and got your hands on me Tell me what you gonna doAnd here I go down that road Again and again the fool rushin' in But I can't help when I feel some kind of way Do you feel the same?'Cause I fall, I fall for you You caught me at my weakest Yeah, I fall, I fall for you You caught me at my weakest And I fall for you

[theinsanecrayonbox]

promised i’d color, and i even added another colored sketch

so i give you Gamma Red, my Infinity Warp of Omega Red and Red she-Hulk. why? because i can XD i like having various versions of my OTPs, so thus i wanted to make Omegatooth here too

but you know oddly enough, the more i thought about it, it did kinda make sense. in IW, there’s the Green Room being the Red Room; the red Room did have their hands on Arkady for a while. Omega Red was an attempted super solider program to bootleg Capt, as well as eth fact that carbonandium is a knockoff adamantium; Red She-Hulk was a little bootleggy on the surface. and in IW, in the 2099 portion, the future Weapon Hex 2099 was given powers by the “wizards of Gamma” and well, Omega Red’s been resurrected by magical cult at least once if not a few times, so...kinda fits. plus, like i said in my first post, putting Hellhound with a 7ft tall red evil-looking lady is a great visual. (and also, if the wizards of gamma thing were to link itself back to the weapon hex lore even more than just teh 2099 stuff, she could’ve been in the organization with Hellhound)

so thus, Gamma Red. either created by the Green Room or was created using the Green Room’s program but bootlegged. only other name known is “Ross”, only called that once by her handler (a Thunderbolt Ross/Vassily warp) upon her escape from the program that made her. her coils don’t emit energy, more so they suck/syphon it; basically she sucks gamma radiation out of things i think...or sucks energy that her body converts into gamma...eh science.

as you can see up there, she’s tangoed with one of my other Infinity Warps, Venom: Space Solider. how? why? idk, i just liked that design and the visual looked neat, and i wanted to draw her again. doubtful they were made by the same/similar people. it’s more likely she was hired to break in/steal something that he happened to have some connection to/was guarding, so thus fight. lame and basic, but works well enough.

so tl;dr: i fused Omega Red and Red She-Hulk because i could, and so Hellhound had a red russian to make out with after they slaughter people. the end.

[hitsuackerman]

What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.2

Here is part 2 of WINTW? :D Enjoy!

Akaashi’s lineup: @alluring-akaashi​ @oikawalmart-hq​ @extrasugafree​ @bbykiyoomi​ @apricotjihyo​ @colorseeingchick @something-that-idk 

links: part 1

It had been a week since you found yourself stranded in practically another dimension. The research bore very little fruit and you were sure that you were stuck in this situation. But, the feeling of not having to be cautious of the League of Villains or Yakuza was something you loved. Heck, you even decided to buy a house plant to make sure you could still practice your quirk.

It had been a few days since you agreed to become a trial manager to the volleyball club. Everything was going smoothly till a faulty chance ball was now aiming towards you. With no option to use your quirk, your mind went blank as your feet turned to stone. Yet the ball never made contact.

How did you end up here in the first place?

Oh right. Now you remember.

During the weekend, you told your other-mother that you would be taking a trip down memory lane. When asked where you planned on going, she was not expecting your answer to be your supposed previous school. Still, she simply nodded and prayed for your safety.

The teacher wasn’t kidding when she said it was far. It practically took 2 hours to reach Musutafu. Even then, things were still different. There were no high rise buildings with fancy floating signages, no agencies, and no sign of small time criminals wasting their time. Your heart sunk even more when the sight of the UA building was different. The four connected buildings were replaced with a modern looking academy. Similar to Fukurodani.

Showing your old ID, the guard let you enter.

In theory, your classroom should be on the 2nd floor. Luckily, it was the weekend so only those with supplementary classes were present. When you saw the small 2-A, you carefully peaked through the crack on the door to see if anybody was present. Judging by how the students were seated on their desks, it was safe to fully open the doors.

“(y/n)?!” The face ever present in your social media posts. Akiko. That was definitely her. Black hair, chubby, and a smile that could rival Deku’s, it pained how you knew nothing of her. “Oh my gosh! You’re actually here!”

“Couldn’t resist not visiting you two~” Safe response.

“How are things at your new academy?” Asami. Light brown hair, small voice, but definitely pretty was the one who spoke next. “Fukurodani right?”

Sitting on the desk beside Akiko, you huffed and wondered if the way you were acting was similar to how they were used to. Judging by their eager faces, it was safe to assume that you were doing things right. Maybe being yourself wasn’t too scary. Opting not to let your guard down, you merely shrugged.

“The week’s been unique.” It really was. “The subjects aren’t too far off from what we have here. And I got a flier from a 3rd year. Said something about being a manager for some club. Volleyball, I think.”

If there was one thing your dimension didn’t have, it was quirkless sports. Of course normal sports existed but living in a world where the majority possessed quirks, it would be a lie if you said you remembered the last time you played a sport for real.

“Never knew you were into sports, (y/n)...” Akiko commented as she rested her chin on her palm.

“She’s probably in it for the guys.” Asami teased and nudged your elbow. “The Owls are rather strong in the Japanese volleyball world. Have you seen their captain? I heard he’s a wild one.”

“In the sheets or on the court?” You clapped back.

“Oooh now we’re going somewhere!” The light brown hair girl seemed to enjoy gossip about boys. “Do tell us when you see him! I heard he’s as beefy as wagyu can get.”

“Ew.” If there was a beefy person in your mind, it would have to be All Might. Yet the mere thought of adoring his muscles made you want to gag. Still, being with these two women was quite fun despite only knowing them for a couple of minutes. “I’ll video call. After class.”

“So how’s you and Toshi?”

Toshi? Who the hell is Toshi? This person was not in any of your accessible socials or even messages. Not sure what to do, you looked away.

“Mimi.” Akiko quietly scolded your new friend. “Don’t remind her.”

Oh gods was this… It would definitely make sense. Whoever this Toshi was only meant that he was an ex. Damn it all for making things more complicated. Thinking that you should play dumb, you huffed and pouted.

“I have no idea who that Toshi is.”

“Can’t blame you though. It was almost as if he adored the sport more than you.” Asami nodded as she thought out loud. “Plus it was quite a bit of a shocker that you two were seeing each other. Damn those men at Shiratorizawa.”

Shira-what? Why were school names so complicated in this prefecture?

“Damn them indeed.” Standing up, you glanced at your watch and decided it was time for the long trip back home. “Anyway, I’ll call you two tomorrow since it’ll be my first day as a trial manager.”

“Always go for the setter, (y/n).” Akiko teased before you closed the door on her.

And that’s where you found yourself now. Arms crossed out in front of you in a lame attempt to shield yourself from a chance ball they failed to get inside the court. Yet the game must continue and the player whose jersey number was 5 seemingly protected you.

Sure you found Todoroki Shoto hot. Katsuki was definitely high up there too. Kirishima and his manliness? Plus points. But the sight of a quirkless volleyball athlete, whose toned stomach peaked through his shirt as he floated in air to toss the ball back to his spiker was something else. The way he landed smoothly and ran back to the battle field made your jaw drop.

“You’ll have to get used to that.” Yukie whispered as she watched you gawking at the setter. “These boys just love the sport.”

Her words flowed in and out of your ears. That was Akaashi. No doubt. There was no mistaking the same gunmetal blue eyes that met yours during  the first day of your class.

“HEY! HEY! HEY!” The salt and pepper player exclaimed. His fists pumping the air as he radiated happiness. “D’yu see that spike Aghaashi?! Pretty cool right? Right?”

“It was amazing, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi replied with a deadpan face.

Aghaashi? If he was allowing that hyper 18 year old to call him that, they must be close. Your thoughts were cut when the group of men approached you and Yukie. Even in this world you were surrounded by freakishly tall men.

“So whatcha think, (y/n)-chan?” Bokuto asked as he wiped his forehead. His chest still heaving from the game. Asami wasn’t kidding when she said beefy. If anything, he really was a meal. But, your eyes lingered more on the person beside him.

“That was pretty intense~” You had to admit. Seeing a sport without the usage of quirks was rather thrilling. “I might take up the offer, Bokuto-senpai~”

“YOSHH!!” It looked as if he was about to tackle you into a hug but once again, no.5 was there to the rescue.

“Don’t forget that you’re still sweating, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi scolded the captain whose face contorted into one with sadness. Bowing as an apology, you shrugged it off. Being hugged by sweaty men was nothing new. You would have to blame Kiri and Denki for that. “Are you alright? The ball almost hit you awhile ago.”

‘With the view you gave me? Hell yeah.’ Shaking the thoughts away, you simply shrugged and smirked.

“It’s all part of the game. My reflexes were off so, it’s all fair.”

“In that case, I look forward to your decision, (l/n)-san.” He bowed and tailed the rest of the group towards the locker room. His features showing nothing as his senpai teased him about how the both of you knew each other.

“No need to worry about the captain.” Kaori assured you. A gentle smile resting on her freckled face. “He’s like a 10 year old, honestly. But, Akaashi-san is there to tame him so, it’s all balanced.”

‘I’ve handled an exploding pomeranian. An owl would be much easier.’ Smirking at your thoughts, the two girls ushered you towards the bench where you were to sign some club papers. Once your signature was printed, the two of them formally welcomed you to the small nest.

Now that practice was over, the team had just finished mopping the floors while a few of them still kept tossing on the other court. Picking up the balls, you wondered how exact their estimations had to be to score. Picturing how Bokuto managed to hit the ball just inches away from the line showed his control over physics.

“(y/n)-chan!” You turned around to be met by golden eyes and an inviting hand. “Why not show us what you got!”

“You don’t really have to, (l/n)-san.” Akaashi spoke up as well. In his hands rested a ball. His eyebrows jerked when he saw a playful smirk on your face.

“I may be small but I ain’t that weak, Akaashi-san~” It was not intended but your tone was rather flirty and you were not sure how you felt about that. In some strange way, Mineta was rubbing off on you. Damn. You needed to spend more time with Yaomomo. “I’m not really good at it though.”

“D’yu know the basics?” Bokuto asked with such a giddy expression. When you nodded, he stole a teasing look at his childhood friend. “You think you can spike baby owl?”

“I guess if you show me, I can attempt.” Replaying the amount of times you used your quirk, there was probably enough juice for you to manipulate matter around you to land a spike. If this was a chance to practice whatever was left of your quirk, so be it.

“ALRIGHT!” Bokuto jumped as he readied himself. “Akashi! Toss to me!”

“It’s ‘Akaashi’ Bokuto-san.” He met your eyes. “Would you mind throwing the ball up for me?”

“Not at all~” Because he was beside you, he handed you the ball. The moment your fingertips touched his, your breath hitched. It must have been your hormones but you felt an electrical spark. You could feel the heat traveling to your cheeks as well. “Just, uh, give me a sign.”

When Bokuto gave him the go signal, he faced you and nodded. Tossing the ball in his direction, you watched as his eyes followed the floating ball. Almost delicately, the ball landed on his fingertips and immediately tossed it back to his captain. It was quick but the next thing you heard was the sound of the ball hitting the floor.

“That’s how it’s done, baby owl!” Bokuto gave you a thumbs up. “Your turn!”

Heading to his starting point, you focused all of your quirk to your arms and feet. Regulating your quirk was nothing new so the faint glow was nothing to be too worried about. Besides, the gym’s hideous lighting was enough to cover it up. Was this considered cheating? Probably. Not like they knew about quirks anyway~

Giving Akaashi the signal, he waited for Bokuto to toss him the ball. For half a second, he stared as to where you were heading and just how high were you willing to jump. Upon realizing that you were attempting to jump as high as his senpai, he obliged and tossed it with the same amount of strength and precision he usually gives for Bokuto.

With the help of your quirk, the people in the gym felt as if you were floating on air before hitting the ball. The form you held was outstanding and the way the ball bounced off the ground till it hit the school’s logo was impressive.

“WAAAH?!!!” Bokuto practically grabbed Akaashi by his arm and dragged him all the way to you. “DO YOU PLAY? WAS THAT YOUR FIRST TIME? THAT WAS HELLA AWESOME BABY OWL!”

“He’s right.” Akaashi finally pulled himself free from his friend and fixed his shirt. “Who taught you?”

Knowing the perfect reason, you smiled. If Shiratorizawa was as famous as they were, it would be quite interesting to see their reaction.

“My ex taught me.” Gods that sounded weird, even for you.

“Ehhh? Your ex must be good if he managed to teach you that spike~” Bokuto thought out loud. “What school does he go to, (y/n)-chan?”

“Shiratorizawa.” This was getting all too funny. You were never an actress but the way you handled the situation was something you would never forget. The audible gasps of everyone in the room was fun and worth it. “I don’t talk to him anymore, though.”

“Who?” One of the third years asked.

“Ushijima.” You were more than thankful you took the time to painstakingly research all about this unknown ex.

“USHIWAKA?!” The two managers exclaimed in unison.

“Yeah. But it didn’t really last long.” And you had no idea why. “Differences were too much, I guess.”

“Why weren’t there any pictures of the both of you?” Koari asked. Her eyes wide with curiosity and cheeks tainted pink at the new found information.

“Ya’ll know how he is. He wasn’t the type to just take selfies or shit.” Was this really the reason though? You didn’t even have his number anymore. If you had known you dated a volleyball celebrity, you never would’ve took the managerial offer. Still, you would have to give credit where credit was somewhat due. “He was sweet though. I’ll have to admit.”

“How long were you guys an item, (y/n)-chan?” Bokuto asked, his arm now draped on Akaashi’s shoulder.

“Probably a few weeks at most.” That was the safest answer you could go for. Curse your ‘emotions’ for having to delete every single information you had on this Ushijima guy. Still, you were thankful for the break up otherwise things would have been a bit more awkward. “But, ey, the past is past.”

“Who would’ve known baby owl’s type was the likes of Ushiwaka~”

Stoic guys were no big deal knowing Todoroki was there to train you. And it’s not like the people in this world had severe background issues. In a way, it made you happy knowing none of these people experienced what heroes go through.

When the gym was now closed, you were now walking the streets. It still did not sink in. The reality of being in a different dimension with no one knowing who you were. You had already made a few friends and acquaintances here and there but the feeling of emptiness still lingered.

Staring at your palm, you activated your quirk just to see if the amount you used had been milked dry. Surprisingly, a small tug was still there along with a barely visible glow. Placing your hand in your pocket, you let your thoughts wander once more.

Passing by a convenience store, you decided it was time for you to build a deeper foundation with your other-mother. Entering, you searched for the chocolates aisle. The selection was nothing like you’ve seen before. Different labels with unheard of brands littered the shelves. You recalled your other-mother eating a piece but the wrapper had already been discarded.

“Great. Not even the fucking chocolates are the same here.” You complained to yourself.

“You have different chocolates in Musutafu?”

Oh shit.

Looking at the source of the familiar voice, your fingers felt numb and you could feel the heat traveling to your cheeks again. Putting your hand in your pocket, you activated your quirk and felt relaxed once more.

“Uh, somewhat?” Why did this man who smelled a bit of sweat and deodorant have to be so beautiful? He could definitely rival Tododorky in your opinion. But, you digress. Both Todoroki and Akaashi were beautiful in their own way. “Just some unfamiliar brands.”

“Do you need help in choosing, (l/n)-san?” Akaashi asked as he took one bar and read the ingredients.

“What chocolates do mother’s like?”

“If she isn’t fond of overly sweet ones,” He placed the bar back and took another one. “This’ll do it.”

Walking towards the counter, you eyed his purchase. It was an onigiri. Probably for his dinner. Once you were handed your change, he opened the door for you. Him and his gestures were something you were slowly liking.

“So where are you heading?”

Looking at the same direction, your silent invitation to walk home together was accepted. Getting to know him more was somewhat similar to Shinso back in your dimension. Both of them preferred silence and though Shinso was rather edgy during the first few days in the hero course, you were happy when his shell slowly broke down. Though Akaashi was taller by a few inches, you guessed.

When you finally arrived at your house, you bowed and said farewell. For a moment, you saw how he stared at you. Almost as if he were reading you like a limited edition book he had been saving for. Realizing that he was staring a bit too long, he finally returned your act and bid farewell.

Though it wasn’t too long. After a few steps, he turned and went towards the door.

“Holy quirks…”

How did you miss it? Why did this dimension allow you to be neighbors with such a pretty setter? You could feel it. Things were only going to get much worse.

And it did.

Just when you opened the doors to your room, you went to the window and peaked through the curtains. Just a few inches to the right, you saw another window, one with the lights on. Pointing your finger, you slowly pushed the curtain and saw a bed.

As if on cue, a familiar ball of raven hair landed on the bed. The same jacket you saw just a few minutes ago clear as the crack could offer.

“Ah shit…”

Shit indeed.

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a/n: so hows chapter 2 :) ? feel free to message me your thoughts and comment if you’d want to be added to Akaashi’s lineup! :) take care and see ya’ll in the next upload <3

[one-for-all-bnha]

Disaster Squad Headcanons Part 2

Inasa is the heaviest sleeper and snores. When the group has Disaster Squad sleepovers all of them normally start out all sleeping horizontally but by the end of it, they all end up in a pile on top of Inasa. It happens everytime.

Normally when they do have sleepovers Shoto will sneak Camie and Inasa in the dorms and they’ll all surprise Bakugou. He pretends to hate it but secretly enjoys spending time with them.

Camie taught Todoroki the fairy texts so now that’s the only way he ever texts somebody. Inasa finds it adorable while Bakugou is about ready to drop kick somebody (namely Todoroki)

Bakugou is their impulse control. Camie is normally the one to start with a bad idea, Shoto follows her lead immediately and Inasa encourages them and will also join the plan depending on what it is. Bakugou is the only one with the brain cell most of the time.

Inasa still feels bad for the way he treated Todoroki so whenever there’s a break in their schedule he will take Todoroki out for soba or ice cream, especially if it’s on bad days. He does it partly to make up for how he acted and partly because he enjoys making time/spending time with the group (again he takes the role of dad friend seriously)

Camie teaches Bakugou how to apply eyeliner and she does his makeup. She enjoys giving him Smokey eyes, but whenever she wants to try a new technique he’s always there to help. She also teaches the boys how to moisturize/use face masks.

Bakugou and Inasa when it’s just the two of them are surprisingly really chill and will either meet up for runs early in the morning or breakfast before classes. They both bond over math (they’re both nerds) and exchange tutoring horror stories.

Camie and Todoroki basically share a brother/sister friendship and normally have one working brain cell when they are together. They come up with questions about quirks which normally ends with Todoroki texting Midoriya for his input late at night.

They are conspiracy bro’s and share one collective brain cell between the two of them. Camie has also taken it upon herself to hype Todoroki up and hopes that one day he’ll realize just how beautiful he is.

Surprisingly, the first friends other than Midoriya that Bakugou introduces to his parents is this squad. Bakugou’s reasoning is “Well you’re the weirdest bunch out there, if my old hag and dad like you they’ll like all the idiots back at the dorms.” The three exchange sly glances behind Bakugou’s head.

Camie also teaches Todoroki that the word “simp” is short for a simple or lame person so one night when Bakugou is heading up to bed at 8:30 Todoroki says “Bakugou you’re such a simp” to which Midoriya chokes on his water while Mina, Kaminari, Sero and Kirishima start howling with laughter.

Inasa can do a perfect impression of the Kool Aid man while Camie can do a perfect impression of the “what’s wrong Jimmy Kun could it be that you’re craving my croissant?” Video, she ended up pranking Bakugou by sneaking into the dorms and hid under his bed so that when he went to sleep for the night she quoted it. Needless to say the entire dorms heard that unholy shriek followed by explosions. Shoto filmed it.

Inasa calls people chum idk what it is but he radiates that energy.

Camie calls people bruh, bitch, bae, boo, babe, dude, pal, fam and bro. Sometimes she’ll call Todoroki the names above or she’ll call him honey/dear/love it depends on her mood.

Bakugou’s ringtone in her phone is My Boo by Usher, she copied the vine with the help of the squad and serenaded Bakugou with it. He was mildly confused and ended up shouting but Todoroki recorded it.

Camie is really good at cooking.

Camie will hit Bakugou with an ‘okay Karen’ at least once a day. She’ll also say ‘Respect the drip Karen’ whenever he starts yelling.

Inasa will T-pose to assert dominance and will randomly start dancing at the most inopportune times(mostly when they’re in public) just because and Camie will join in to show him more moves while Shoto is just looking through the snacks completely oblivious which almost always causes Bakugou to just walk away from them

Shoto is the baby of the group and he has learned to utilize it in any way he can. Normally if he wants something (cold soba/choosing a restaurant/going out for ice cream etc.) Camie will glamorize him and he’ll make puppy dog eyes at either Bakugou or Inasa (like with Puss in boots in Shrek) and say in the smallest/highest voice he can “But I’m baby” and unlike popular belief Bakugou breaks first. He laughs first before he turns on his heel and calls after him “Fucking fine, but we’re making this quick.”

After the Remedial Classes, Shoto became a meme. Him saying “I got vibe checked by a child” is now their group chat name and Camie had successfully taken a selfie at the exact moment it was happening.

Camie is the scariest when mad. Bakugou made the mistake of really pissing her off and it gave the rest of the group a heart attack.

Inasa is insecure about himself and is worried that his booming voice will scare people away as well as the fact that he doesn’t think he’s a good hero so the group will do everything they can to cheer him up/compliment him to make him feel better.

Sometimes when he’s tired and drained the Disaster Squad will sit around with Inasa and all of them will cuddle.

Bakugou is touch starved so Camie will pet his hair (especially if she gets acrylics) because it relaxes him. Inasa will give him hugs and sometimes ruffle his hair while Todoroki normally just goes for holding his hand.

Shoto is also touch starved and when he’s drained he will just walk right up to Inasa and hug him. At that point Inasa will hold him back and just stay there until Shoto let’s go first.

Camie is normally chill and just vibes but the stress gets to be too much sometimes so when that happens, Bakugou will cook and do her hair or makeup if she wants him to. Shoto will let her cuddle against his fire side while Inasa will card fingers in her hair and hum a lullaby.

Inasa has younger siblings which is why he adores taking care of other people. He and Todoroki can’t cook but dear lord do they try. Camie and Bakugou have kicked them both out of the kitchen before and have banned them.

The two of them are crazy good at working together cooking wise. They know how to get around each other and make the best meals together.

Todoroki and Inasa are on dish/dry duty. After dinner, Todoroki will wash the dishes while Inasa dries them if they’re all hanging out together.

Camie is both good at cooking as well as baking. She also has the best/most varied music taste in the group and will sometimes send random playlists into the group chat.

Inasa knows how to paint nails/braid hair so while Camie is doing Bakugou’s makeup, Inasa will paint Shoto’s nails.

They all go to bookstores/Cat cafes/Movie theaters and beaches together. They also try out new restaurants together too.

Inasa is really good at painting and drawing and will often waltz up to the group and show them sketches he’s done of birds or just characters he draws. They all make sure to tell him what they enjoy about his drawing/the details they like the best. Bakugou pretends not to care but he’ll look at the art with a proud grin and say “That’s not half bad.”