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hanaasbananas · 4 years ago

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100 Ways to say I Love You Chapter 14

I need you (Ladynoir)

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Chat Noir groaned, leveraging himself up into a sitting position against the wall he'd been thrown into. After what seemed like an eternity, he heard Ladybug’s triumphant cry “Miraculous ladybug!”

Through cracked eyelids, he watched as the pink light of the miraculous cure washed over the city, the healing ladybugs healing his bruises, knitting the ribs he was pretty sure he’d fractured earlier back together.

Standing, he grinned across at Ladybug, but she didn’t return his smile. Instead she gave him a cursory once over, an unreadable emotion swimming in the depths of her blue eyes as they lingered in the places that he’d been injured, making sure that he was well. Chat gave her a thumbs up, but she stiffened at the gesture and turned away, throwing her yo-yo and swinging up onto the rooftops.

Before he could follow, the reporters who had been waiting on the fringes of the fight descended upon the scene, blocking his path and asking him questions, requesting soundbites for whatever channel they worked for. By the time he’d answered most of their questions and made his way up onto the roof, Ladybug was long gone.

***

Ladybug ignored him on their next patrol. And the next, though Chat had no idea why. She’d wait for him, her back turned away from him, pausing only long enough to tersely tell him which areas to patrol, and then taking off without waiting for a response.

He’d tried brainstorming ideas with Plagg about what he could have done wrong, but his kwami had proved to be utterly useless. So instead, Chat simply did nothing, hoping that soon, she’d find a reason to talk to him again.

***

It was on the third week that he got some inkling of what he might have done wrong. Sitting at his desk, he was going over his notes from the last lesson when Alya and Marinette entered the classroom, the former gesticulating wildly as she spoke. “-she’s totally giving him the cold shoulder!”

“Mhm,” Marinette sounded disinterested, but Alya didn’t seem to notice, speaking over her friend.

“Seriously, I haven’t seen those two goofing off on patrol in weeks . Something’s up, and I am gonna get the scoop!” Alya nudged Marinette as they sat down “what’s your theory?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Marinette hummed. “She’s probably trying to get him to stop making those god awful puns.”

Alya snorted. “Good one. But seriously, c’mon, gimme your best theory.”

“I guess...” Marinette murmured “I guess...maybe she’s mad he keeps putting himself in danger. Did you see that last akuma battle?”

“Yeah,” Alya sighed, “that was a big one. I couldn’t even get close enough to record my own footage; it was so bad.”

“Exactly. Maybe Ladybug is just upset about it.”

Adrien turned around in his seat, resting his forearms on Marinette’s desk. “Yeah, but Chat Noir is supposed to protect Ladybug, that’s his whole thing.”

“No it’s not!” Marinette scowled. “It’s an equal partnership. How many times has she said that herself?” She fixed him with a fierce glare and Adrien noted with surprise that she wasn't stumbling over her words to him. At that moment, their teacher came in, and their discussion was cut short, but as he settled back in his seat, he heard Alya hiss across at Marinette “what was that?”

***

“Jeez, Hawkmoth may have slowed down with how many akuma’s he sends out but these last few have been some real bastards.” Chat whistled lowly as they followed the trail of destruction the akuma calling himself The Cannon had left in its wake.

“Focus, Chat Noir!” Ladybug called tersely and he almost tripped over his own feet, staring at her in disbelief.

“So you’ve finally decided to talk to me, huh?”

“Now is not the time-” her eyes widened “watch out!” Chat ducked, just as a large cannonball sailed past where his head had been only seconds before.

“Huh,” he stared at where it had landed in the car park below them, flattening two cars like it was nothing. “Somehow that looks less deadly in Tom & Jerry. That could have been nasty-” he turned to see Ladybug’s reaction, but she was already far in the distance. “Of course,” Chat sighed. “Who has time for jokes anyway?”

By the time he caught up to Ladybug, she was on the ground, circling around warily and spinning her yo-yo in anticipation for attack. Chat frowned. From the craters that had been left in the roads, The Cannon couldn’t have gotten far, and yet the trail just stopped , giving no indication as to where he’d gone.

Something glinted in the corner of his eye on the rooftop beside him and it took Chat a second to register what it was. Or rather, who.

The akuma stared down at Ladybug on the street, a manic grin on his face as he raised his arms, preparing to jump down and flatten her on impact.

So Chat did the only thing he could.

Just as The Cannon threw himself off the roof, Chat leapt sideways from his perch onto his back, wrapping his arms tightly around the akumas neck, clinging on like a monkey and throwing him off course. The Cannon roared, thrashing around to try and get him off, but Chat held on tight, keeping an eye out for Ladybug who had wisely gotten out of the way unharmed.

Chat couldn’t say the same for himself.

As The Cannon flailed, he finally threw out his arms, sending Chat flying backwards to slam- hard- against a lamp post. Ladybug watched the two of them with wide eyes, her head swivelling back and forth between the two of them, indecision warring over her features, unable to decide if she should run to him, or engage The Cannon in attack.

Remembering what he’d seen when he’d leapt onto the akuma’s back, Chat tried to sit up. Grabbing his abdomen, he gritted his teeth and yelled. “It’s on his wrist! The watch!”

He must have blacked out for a few minutes, because the next thing he knew, the road was smooth again and he could stand up straight without pain shooting through his body.

And Ladybug had taken off again. But this time, Chat didn’t wait, using his baton to vault after her. She hadn’t gotten far, so it didn’t take long to catch up to her. “Oh, so you’re just gonna go back to ignoring me, huh? What, you used up your ‘talk to Chat’ quota for the next three weeks?”

Ladybug didn’t stop, or even acknowledge his presence beside her and he faltered, “What the hell is your problem?” he shouted, a white hot burst of anger erupting in his chest, and blazing through his veins. It was as though all the loneliness and confusion, and sadness he’d felt over the last weeks had gone up in flames, leaving behind nothing but the bitter taste of ash on his tongue.

He would not leave without an answer. Not today.

“My problem?” Ladybug whirled around, a warning in her eyes “don’t even go there.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” he threw his hands up in the air “why shouldn’t I try to find out why you won’t talk to me anymore? Why you’re avoiding me.”

“Because I need you!” she shrieked, her voice echoing around them, freezing Chat in place. “With your stupid puns, and jokes, and, and...I need you” she repeated softly. “And everytime you do something reckless or stupid during a fight, I get so scared that that will be the day I can’t save you, or bring you back, and you-” she stepped forward, jabbing her finger into his chest “you keep doing it!”

Chat opened his mouth to speak, to reassure her, but Ladybug shook her head sadly, tears glistening in her eyes. “I don’t need that much protection, Chaton. Not when you risk yourself to give it.”

He didn’t stop her when she left, staring after her in a daze, her words ringing in his ears over and over, and over again.

***

Chat arrived early to their next patrol, pacing back and forth as he waited for the telltale thud of her arrival. Turning to face her, he said: “we have to talk about this.”

For a long moment, she didn’t move, and he was worried she might shake her head, tell him to stop wasting time and start patrol, but instead she exhaled shakily, her shoulders drooping, and nodded.

They sat together in silence, legs dangling over the edge of the roof, until Ladybug rested her head on his shoulder, tugging at his arm until he put it around her. “Do you remember,” she began haltingly, “do you remember that year when we first started out, and I jumped into that T-rex’s mouth without telling you my plan?”

Even with her in his arms, safe and well, Chat’s heart seized at the memory, remembering the overpowering wave of terror and grief that had washed over him, paralysing him even as he felt the ground crumble beneath him. Instinctively, he tightened his arm around Ladybugs shoulders and she laughed weakly. “Yeah, that’s how...that’s how I feel, everytime you-”

“Everytime I put myself in danger for you.” Chat finished her sentence “oh god, my lady , I had no idea.”

“It’s okay,” she said, voice small “it’s not like I told you or anything.” Moving out from under his arm, she turned to face him, sitting on her knees. “I meant what I said before though. “I need you . We have the other temporary holders, but you’re my partner , and I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you.” She sniffed “I don’t ever want to find out either.”

“And you won’t have to,” Chat said, “because I’m not going anywhere.” He cupped her cheek “I’ll be more careful from now on, alright?”

Ladybug smiled tremblingly up at him, the relief evident in her large eyes and she leaned into his touch, her eyes slipping shut. “Promise?”

Chat pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering for a long moment. “I promise.”

#chat noir really out here fulfilling his dream to become Bella Swan: Spidermonkey in this one #(things i said to my friend while writing)#miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #chat noir #ladybug #100 ways to say i love you

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vintagedolan · 4 years ago

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pls i need some soft ethan fluff 🥺🥺🥺

okay but can you imagine being Ethan’s girlfriend and they tried to trick you for the video? I’m 🥺

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“We should just do what we did with Ryan. It worked with him, I bet she’ll fall for it,” Gray suggested, already moving to set it up. E bit at his lip as he looked through the camera, still unsure as he filmed his brother.

“I don’t think it’s gonna work dude. I think she’s gonna figure it out.”

Grayson shook his head, still convinced. “Bro, we got Ryan, we got mom. We got Cam. She’s not gonna know.”

Ethan checked his phone, reading the text you’d sent again.

be home in five, I have snacks :)

“If we’re doing it, we gotta do it now, she’s gonna be here any minute,” Ethan caved, heading back around the corner to get set up.

His heart was racing as he turned the camera around to himself, flipping the screen so he could frame the shot. He explained it in a whisper, just incase you got home early. “Okay, so we’re gonna do the same thing on Y/N and see if it works. Oh god she’s gonna be so pissed if she falls for it.” In reality, he knew you’d only be pissed at him, but he changed the phrasing just in case. The dating rumors were already wild, and to the fans, you were just a ‘really good friend’ of both of them who helped out with stuff sometimes.

As if on cue, you came in through the side door like usual, balancing the coffees and vegan banana bread in your hands as you made your way in.

“I come bearing gifts!” You called out, moving around the corner and heading straight for the counter before you dropped something.

“What’d yah bring me?” The voice came from behind you, and you turned around, Ethan’s coffee in hand, ready to pass it over.

He held his hand out for it, eyes meeting yours for just a second, and you paused, retracting your arm, and the coffee with it. You squinted at him, double checking.

Yep. That was definitely not your boyfriend. You took a step back from Grayson before you spoke.

“You cut your hair. Oh my god you finally cut your hair.”

“NOOOOOOO!” He yelled, head falling back and hands moving to his face in defeat. You just looked at him, quirking your head slightly to the side.

“HELL YEAH!” Ethan’s yell was next as he rounded the corner with the biggest grin on his face.

You’d barely sat down the coffee before he was bear hugging you, spinning you around.

“What the hell is happening?” You half laughed your question, just waiting for them to explain.

Ethan passed the camera to Gray, who filmed the explanation of all the pranks so far, so animated and excited as he spoke that it made your heart warm. “And Gray wanted to trick you but I TOLD HIM it wasn’t gonna work. You’re the only one that didn’t fall for it,” he praised.

“Do I get a medal?” you teased, keeping it casual until they ended the clip. As soon as the camera was off Ethan’s arms were back around you, lifting you up to sit you on the counter.

“I knew you weren’t gonna fall for it, I knew it. My fuckin’ girl.” He was so proud that he might as well have had it written across his forehead.

Later that night after they were done filming and checking through footage, Ethan found you in bed, almost asleep. He stripped down quickly, climbing in beside you under the covers.

“Grayson, that you?” You grinned when his eyes bugged out for a second, and then he was rolling them.

“You think you’re so funny,” he mumbled, pulling you closer to him.

“Hey, gimme some credit, I’m the only one who didn’t fall for it. I get bragging rights.” He just nuzzled his face in your neck for a minute, breathing you in like he always did in the evenings, especially when he’d been busy all day.

“How’d you know it wasn’t me?”

“For a second I thought it was, but then he looked at me and... it just, wasn’t you. I don’t really know how to explain it.”

“It’s cause he wasn’t lookin’ at you with love.” He drug out the last word dramatically, tickling your sides with his fingers.

“Ah yes, his pupils didn’t turn into hearts when he made eye contact with me. A dead giveaway, you should have seen it coming.” You squeezed him closer to you with a laugh as he pressed kisses to your skin. When he pulled back to look at you, you expected him to continue the joke, saying some stupid off the wall shit that would have you cackling. But instead, his features softened before he spoke.

“Thanks for lovin’ me.”

Before you could question it, his lips were on yours, smooth and warm. You kissed him back, fingers ghosting over his cheek until he pulled back after a few moments.

“What do you mean?” It was almost a whisper, just for him.

“You just... you love me really well. And I’m grateful.”

“Well, you’re very welcome. Thanks for lovin’ me back,” you blushed.

“Anytime baby, anytime.” And his lips were on yours again.

#this is an old request but I have no regrets haha #I LOVE HIM #ethan blurb #blurb #anon #ask #c:video #e:blurb

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more-stuff-of-pi · 4 years ago

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Of Tapping and Starry Nights

a/n: I am too in love with silly boys throwing pebbles at windows to get their s/o’s attention. Gimme all the tropes, I love them. Also, it’s midnight and I haven’t legitimately read through this, so mind that, yoinks. Thanks as always to mother for encouraging me to write <3 @samwrights

notes: addition to Of Tapping and Fairytales (kuroo x gn!reader). If anyone would like to request someone else doing the tapping and what their lil midnight adventure would look like, I’m all ears :) find my masterlist here

pairing: oikawa tooru x gn!reader | genre: fluff | warnings: none :) | word count: 1,291

The glaring blue screen of your laptop was burning your eyes and you swore that you’d be seeing the imprint of your stupid essay for the next week. You had been at it for hours and still only managed to have barely more than a page worked out. The longer you stared helplessly, the more the constant blink of the black bar was starting to annoy the shit outta you. You know it was probably because it was midnight and you had been doing nothing else all day, but you could almost hear the stupid thing mocking you.

You rubbed at your eyes, groaning at the lack of inspiration gracing you like some kind of biblical revelation. And that’s when you heard it.

You were so zeroed in on the sound of your furious typing that you didn’t notice the tapping against your window. What in the hell was that? It wasn’t raining, there were no trees near your window, and certainly no birds were going ham on the glass this late at night.

Despite it being midnight and you very possibly could just be hearing things and needed to go to bed, your curiosity got the better of you. Intent on double checking that you weren’t indeed going crazy, you threw open your window and promptly heard a startled yelp followed by a solid thud. Confused, you looked down to see your dumbass of a boyfriend Oikawa Tooru lying flat on his ass. His glasses were crooked and his galaxy pajama shorts and matching sweatshirt looked rumpled, as if he dressed hurriedly.

“Tooru?” you called, still confused, but mostly amused by the sight of your boyfriend.

Fixing his glasses he answered with his usual chipper “Hi, Y/n-chan!” as he stood, rubbing at his butt.

“Mind telling me why you’re standing outside my window in the middle of the night?”

He smiled shyly and your heart swooned. It wasn’t often that the Oikawa Tooru did anything shyly. You loved him, but the boy had a tendency to be a little too full of himself. “It’s a really clear night tonight.” You leaned a little out your window, glancing up to see the stars were shining brilliantly, even amidst the suburbian light pollution.

Underneath his shyness, you could see burning excitement, so white-hot that you were surprised he wasn’t bouncing on his feet. “And?” you pried, wondering what in the hell could have Tooru so worked up in the middle of the night.

“And there’s this really cool comet--” ah, that’s what “--that’s supposed to be visible in about,” he glanced at the watch on his wrist, the worn leather one that you had gifted him, “an hour and I forgot to tell you about it earlier today because Iwa-chan threatened to hit me if I was late to practice again and I try to avoid being hit as much as possible though it ends up happening anyways because Iwa-chan is such a brute!”

“Well, you are the captain, Tooru. I don’t blame Iwa-san for wanting you to be a responsible one.”

Tooru pouted, whining, “Y/n-chaaannn, you’re supposed to be on my side!”

“I’m on the side of you being a responsible captain, Tooru-chan. Besides, you could have texted me about the comet, yeah?”

“You see, about that…” he said sheepishly.

“It’s dead, isn’t it? Your phone?”

He nodded. “I forgot to charge it.”

“You were watching footage of your last game, weren’t you?”

“No!” he puffed his cheeks, crossing his arms over his chest. “It was the game from last month.” You giggled at his childish demeanor and his smile came back easily at the lovely sound. It was one of his favorites. Your laugh, and the sound of volleyballs hitting a court. “So?” he continued.

“So, what?”

The shyness came back just as suddenly as before. “So, do you wanna watch the comet with me?” He gestured to a blanket at his feet and looked so hopelessly shy that you had to bite your lip to keep from chuckling at the rare sight. You glanced down at yourself, only in shorts and a thin shirt that wouldn’t stand against a cool summer night’s breeze.

“Give me a sec,” you told him. His answering grin was blinding, elated that you had agreed to spontaneous midnight star gazing.

You softly shut the window, changing into sweatpants and a sweatshirt that appeared to be Tooru’s if the green alien on the sleeve was anything to go by. Grabbing your phone and your house keys in one hand, you quietly made your way downstairs, slipped into sneakers, and snuck out the door without so much as a creak (thanks to the death grip you had on the railing to make sure that you didn’t biff it down the stairs).

Tooru was waiting for you, the natural light of the moon and the artificial light of the streetlamps mixing to create an ethereal glow behind him. He looked like an angel standing there in galaxy pajamas, his impossibly soft hair messy and glowing, his smile crooked and charming. You took a moment to appreciate that this absolute dork chose to tap on your window, chose to be with you. He reached out and took your hand in his, gently pulling you along with him. You two walked silently side by side, listening to the soft sounds of crickets and rustling leaves. After a while of simply just being with each other, Tooru tugged on your hand, leading you to a spot he had picked out in the park near your home. It was on a hill and overlooked the small lake, little ripples from falling leaves occasionally rocking the water.

He let go of your hand for the first time and spread out the large blanket -- in it was hidden another, smaller blanket for you two to wrap yourselves in. He laid down, patting the space next to him for you to join. You did, nestling yourself against his body, resting your head on his shoulder, curling your hand on his chest, tangling your legs with his longer ones. Tooru threw the second blanket over the both of you, ensuring that between both the blankets and his own body heat that you would be warm and comfortable.

You both stared at the stars, marvelling in the beauty of the universe, the beauty that is both creation and destruction, peace and chaos, light and dark.

All of the stress from earlier melted away. In that moment you felt nothing but beauty and love.

“Tooru,” you whispered, too scared to say it louder in fear of interrupting the magic that the stars brought.

“Yes?” He turned to look at you but you kept your eyes on the stars.

You smiled simply. “Thank you.” And you didn’t have to say anymore for him to understand. True, you were thanking him for bringing you there, but you both understood that this thank you ran much deeper than that.

“I love you, too,” he breathed. You looked at him and saw him returning your smile, his eyes alive with all of the secrets of the universe and the stars in the sky.

When a brilliant flash of light marked the comet and drew your gazes to the starry night, you couldn’t ever hope to describe in words how impossibly happy you were to be there in that simple moment with a charming boy who cherished you above any star in the sky.

“Y/n,” Tooru whispered, calling your attention back to him. He leaned in and you closed your eyes and let him kiss you and in that kiss you felt all of the love the universe had to offer.

And he was giving it all to you.

#oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x gn!reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #thanks as always to sam for just kinda being the best ever ngl #also for encouraging me and everyone else to tag her in our writing #it's nice to be able to share this with a parental figure haha #of tapping and starry nights #i don't actually know anything about astronomy i'm so sorry

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absentsdream · 3 years ago

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* you know rina benton-moa, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, their whole life on and off? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to reinvent by phoebe green like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole fury encased by the reflection of daylight in the eyes; lines etched into skin from lifetimes over of squinting into midsummer skies, odd trinkets lined carelessly along a mantlepiece shrouded by aged dust, a split in the lip lancing keenly as the tongue darts out to wet it thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is july 15th, so they’re a cancer, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

hi i’m cee .. u all know me...... regrettably gone for a cutla weeks but now i’m back ready n waiting to finally write rina (rip to their intro i never wrote last time around) kisses u all so tenderly let us plot shall we.......

AESTHETICS.

a weather-worn baseball cap ( jacksonville jazz festival 1983 ) adorned with dried sweat akin to the rings of saturn that collects dust on the back seat of a car, neglected piles of unopened government letters spilling from a haphazard tower onto the floor, a moth-eaten cotton shirt, johnny cash at four a.m. on the jukebox hits radio station, hand me down trainers marred by crowsfoot grass stains, dollar store candy older than your own existence, blinking grocery store fluorescent lights, the acrid scent of tyres set aflame.

CHARA INSPO.

frankie ( animal kingdom ), theo ( catherine house ), libby bray ( dark places ), frances ( conversations with friends ), ruth ( ozark ), tommy ( never let me go )

BACKGROUND.

lilac ridge’s newest, unwelcome baby for 1997. rina’s mother is gone before they have the chance to memorise a voice, the touch of a hand on their fever-ridden forehead. she forever remains in old polaroids - their parents look happy here, sun-blushed and clutching amber bottles of schlitz. their dad tries and tries, often in a futile effort, to be the parent an unruly rina needs. that old woman in the trailer next to them hates the saturday morning cartoons that they play too loud: she says the catdog theme loops in her sleep, now.

TW NEGLECT despite the one or two friends rina manages to keep, school isn’t lonely. it’s lilac ridge that’s hollow, an ugly reflection of the way their father returns wordlessly to the chair found on hard rubbish collection day once, gesturing for a drink and waving them out of the trailer as he lights a cigarette. he doesn’t say he’s lonely. they’re too young to understand, or too foolhardy, and spends the afternoon fashioning bracelets from creek reeds until the cicadas quiet and the evening sky turns imperial violet, led back by constellations. some nights, rina isn’t there but in the alien comfort of a tentative friend’s trundle bed, eyes fixed on the owl nightlight and stereo that emits a soft tick as it reaches the end of a 4kids cd. TW END

the trailer is often empty without warning. rina’s in fernandina beach, florida one month. the next two, it is macon, georgia. the louisiana dirge for a friend of a friend of a friend’s funeral holds their attention better than any maths teacher can. to make friends is hard, but money is money and it puts food on the table. rina becomes used to tucking away their life in a tattered rucksack. prized possessions are rare. when they find one, it makes a home at the very bottom of their bag, cushioned by old newspaper and a spare pair of socks.

one tepid night, rina wakes to a clear desert sky wheeling above them. in the front seat, knees cramped under a too-thin blanket, their father is nowhere to be found in the street emptied by midnight. without keys the radio doesn’t start. for hours, they wait in silence for him to return. he does, eventually, fifty dollars short and reeking of beer.

TW DEATH live and let die — an eighty-cent find from a gas station in texas that exists permanently under a layer of dust some time in the nineties, the garish yellow sticker stubbornly remains on the back window of her father’s car. it’s not a day after his funeral that she peels it off. cirrhosis and failing lungs, they say. the more stubborn parts of the sticker come away easily by the blade of a pocket knife and sat on the bottom cinder block step to the now-empty trailer back at lilac ridge, rina sets it alight. the sticker melts and warps above the flame. heat stings the pad of their thumb that grips to the top of it for as long as they can bear it and the melted bits stick to the hem of the navy dress the old lady next door lent them for the day. she asks if they need anything else. they say no. TW END

at sixteen, nobody has impeccable financing. rina doesn’t leave irving until after graduating high school, sustenance made off cup noodles that they microwave despite the label saying not to, a quick buck made to sit the SAT for that quarterback who thinks he’s hot shit, yale material, for the mousy girl who likes literature written by dead people exclusively and scrunches her nose up at rina’s rates, upfront, but pushes across the seventy bucks anyway. the school’s careers counsellor catches them eventually - you could make it into an ivy league if you applied yourself a bit more. rina’s brow quirks. their grades are fine, more than fine. what else do they need to do?

on blind faith alone — a rarity, perhaps something rina let free after the hideous, lonely last two years — hands that never quiver submit college applications. pre-med at dartmouth awaits, but two years in the structure and demand wigs them out. lilac ridge is the glue trap dangling from the ceiling and rina is the fly, buzzing relentlessly. they are nothing, just as they suspected.

TRAITS & QUIRKS.

dumbass sun, fuckwit moon, muppet rising

unofficial mensa member with zero motivation. self-help books won’t work, neither will a stern word from an exasperated mentor

at their core, all seems numb. rina is nowhere close to understanding themselves. really, there’s a stubbornness that makes them reliable, even at the worst of times. a warmth, too, not a raging flame but embers that never go cold. hands which caress despite the bruised knuckles and nail bitten fingertips. outwardly, rina’s personality depends on whichever standout film or book antihero has their attention at the time.

petty criminal and relegated to dead-end jobs because of it. it’s rare for a boss to re-hire them, simply because their habit of up and leaving town without warning is too expensive and too frustrating

refused bail once for being a flight risk on account of their propensity to disappear into a louisiana bayou

although rina has never breathed a word of it to anyone, they’re desperate to scrape together enough money to leave for new zealand and track down their mother’s family, if only for the prospect of a better life than thier father’s derelict trailer, the only inheritance received from him

absolute parasite :/

julian assange apologist. took up skateboarding after the infamous ecuadorian embassy footage came on the news one evening

on that note, rina hacks for a spot of extra money. cites their resume for it, so they’re reliable. it consists of them hacking into the irving mayor’s website once and photoshopping che guevara onto the face of every councillor

WANTED PLOTS.

ummmmm

a childhood friend, particularly one whose house rina ended up staying at far longer than planned on account of concerned parents

rina’s natural enemy whose own rigid academics competed against their disorganisation and confounding, cherry red a+’s. bonus: debate club rivals

literally anything. i’ll take it. gimme

#irvingintro #:P #tw alcoholism -#tw death -#tw neglect -

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miraculouscontent · 6 years ago

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LadyBugOut

I was talking about a new post-”Oblivio” salt idea with @zoe-oneesama and @imthepunchlord and I ended up writing a thing for it that they insisted I post, so (✿◕‿◕✿)ノ°☆.。.:*

Marinette sighed, still trying to keep her hair neat after the terrible night sleep she'd gotten. So much was weighing on her mind after yesterday's akuma attack that she wasn't even sure if she'd be able to focus in class. She felt lucky that she even woke up in time, and was hoping for a normal day where nothing happened and she could relax.

The fact that she could hear the class chatting as she approached the classroom should've been a dead giveaway, but Marinette was naive.

"They're so cute!" Rose's voice rang out, sounding excited.

"I can't believe you were able to get this shot!" Kim added, sounding both shocked and impressed.

"I know, right?" Alya said proudly.

Marinette stopped at the doorway, wondering what all the commotion was about.

Alya was sitting where Adrien usually sat. Rose, Nino, Mylene, Adrien, and Kim surrounded her, with Alya's phone resting screen-up on the table.

As soon as Marinette noticed the phone—specifically, what was displayed on the phone's screen—her heart dropped.

Even from the distance away and the angle of the phone, Marinette knew what it was. The image had been burned into her memory whether she liked it or not and she could recognize it from a mile away.

It was Ladybug and Chat, locked in a passionate kiss right after the defeat of Oblivio; the thing that Marinette couldn't even remember.

And a good chunk of the class seemed to be taken in by it. Unconsciously, Marinette tightly gripped the doorframe.

Alya threw her head back, sighing blissfully. "Guess being akumatized has advantages after all!"

Mylene sighed as well, but seemed a little jealous rather than blissful. "I wish I could've seen it myself!"

Rose nodded. "You're so lucky, Alya!"

Alya was soaking in the comments like a dry sponge. Marinette wasn't sure if she'd ever seen Alya happier.

Then, a groan echoed from across the room. Alix was sitting her usual seat, feet propped up on the desk. "Gimme a break with that mushy stuff."

Alya whipped her head around to face Alix. "What?"

Alix answered dryly, "Sorry if I'm not lured in by some kiss after Chat was lounging around to get his picture taken while Ladybug had to do all the work."

Adrien straightened unusually quickly.

Kim stared at Alix, clueless. "So what? Isn't that kind of his thing: lightening the mood? Ladybug doesn't seem to mind."

Adrien nodded vigorously.

Alix rolled her eyes, tipping her hat just slightly as she addressed Kim. "Oh yeah. Sure she's used to petsitting by now."

Max, who'd been sitting at his seat quietly while typing on his phone, finally cut in, "It does seem rather illogical for a superhero to react that way in such a situation." He showed his phone to everyone who'd been talking, revealing a graph. "Their efficiency as a team is cut severely whenever Chat is busy bantering."

Markov flew out of Max's bag, looking confident as he stated, "It's true! We did the calculations ourselves."

Max and Markov leaned into each other as they said in unison, "Their efficiency can drop as low as 15%!"

Everyone blinked at the two.

Markov, unphased by the stares, flew over to Alya, hovering in place as he stared at the image. "And this followed the battle yesterday?"

"Yeah?" Alya replied, oblivious to what Markov was implying.

"It's just not logically consistent," Markov argued. "A kiss would suggest that they're a couple, but Ladybug did not state as much."

After a beep, Markov's face switched to the footage from yesterday's battle; specifically, Ladybug's line of, "And stop calling us a couple!"

Markov's face switched back as he continued, "The timeframe between then and this kiss doesn't seem possible."

Ivan, now turning his attention to the conversation, tilted his head. "Hey, yeah, what's up with that?"

"Uh—" Alya faltered. "Well—"

The gears seemed to turn in Kim's head. "Wait, didn't Oblivio zap them?"

Markov flew to Kim's side. "That's correct! They did! Very receptive of you, Kim!"

Kim grinned and put his hands on his hips, looking overly proud of his memory.

Mylene shrugged, confused. "So, what, they kissed before they got their memories back?"

Max swiped through his phone. "That would make sense. In an isolated area with none of their original memories, it could be concluded that—"

Nino interrupted, as if trying to deflect, "Uh—maybe Ladybug just didn't mean it when she was yellin' at Oblivio? Couples fight, right?"

It was a mistake on Nino's part, as Markov looked at he and Alya and replied, "Oh! Actually, you two would be able to confirm when this happened. Did they have their memories at the time or not?"

Alya went stiff as everyone stared at her. She glanced briefly at her phone, and Marinette knew enough about Alya to know that Alya was formulating a non-answer.

"I just left it up for people to decide on the post," Alya explained with her best "professional journalist" voice, setting her phone down as casually as possible. "A kiss is a kiss. I was just there to get my shot."

Markov's optics squinted. "That is... not an ans—"

"Ohhh!" Rose cooed. "What if they fell in love at first sight after they got zapped? That'd be sooo romantic!" She turned to Juleka, who was sitting in the back and hadn't said a word this whole time. "Right, Juleka?"

Juleka stiffened, faltering under Rose's gaze. "Well... um... I—"

Kim looked thoughtful. "So they're meant to be together or something?"

"She must be a romantic at least!" Mylene interjected. "She helped me and Ivan get together, after all!"

Marinette gritted her teeth, needing all her self-control not to just blurt something out. If she'd been gripping the doorframe any tighter, she probably would've ruined it.

Nathaniel piped up from the back, arms crossed, "I think it's awful."

This time, it was Adrien who stood up. "Why?" he asked, sounding strangely offended.

"They obviously didn't have their memories," Nathaniel replied. "What kind of kiss is that? They wouldn't even know who they are."

Adrien seemed to hesitate, then countered, "Doesn't that make it even better? They fell in love with each other so quickly with nothing else in the way."

Adrien scanned the classroom, as if looking for someone to agree with him. His eyes settled on Chloe, who seemed disinterested in the conversation. "Don't you think so, Chlo'?"

Chloe let out a light laugh. "You're so cute, Adrikins. I can't even believe the rest of you are even arguing about this."

Adrien smiled, looking pleased with that.

After a pause, Chloe added, "Of course they didn't have their memories. There's no way Ladybug would kiss that alley cat otherwise."

Adrien smile dropped, his mouth now hanging open.

Sabrina adjusted her glasses. "Chloe's right, as always. She's Queen Bee. She knows Ladybug. It’s only natural that she'd know about this."

"She's so out of her sidekick's league," Chloe declared with a smirk.

"Sidekick?" Mylene echoed. "He's her partner."

"Partner," Chloe repeated mockingly. "Please. He's always running around and needs Ladybug to tell him what to do. She saves his sorry tail all the time. She needs someone who actually does the job right."

There was a sudden thud from behind Chloe, followed by rapid footsteps as Nathaniel dashed over to Alix, who had slammed her head into her desk.

"Alix, what's wrong?" Nathaniel asked in a panic.

Another slam followed as Alix hit her head on the desk again. She retched with disgust. "I agree with Chloe."

Marinette didn't know what compelled her to step forward into the classroom, but she instantly regretted it. Alya's eyes were on her in an instant, and if that didn't make Marinette nervous enough, Alya tried to wave her down, which only drew attention.

"Hey, Marinette!" Alya greeted happily. "Did you see my post yesterday? Pretty sweet, right?"

Marinette bit her own tongue to keep herself from screaming on the spot. Some of the class had turned to her by now, as if eager to get her take on the matter. Others looked disinterested, probably presuming that Marinette would blindly agree with Alya, given that they were best friends.

While she was looking around the class, desperate to find an out but finding none, Marinette idly noted Lila in the back corner of the classroom, curled up in a fetal position.

Given Adrien's feelings on the matter and Lila's lack of knowledge on the situation... yeah, it made sense for Lila to make herself scarce.

Looking back at Alya, Marinette cringed at the wide-eyed and happy expression on Alya's face.

Alya was expectant. She was waiting for Marinette to say that she saw it and saw the attention it got and how she was so happy for the Ladyblog.

Instead, Marinette felt her own mouth move involuntarily and couldn't stop it before she spoke. "I don't think you should've posted it."

The smile fell from Alya's face. Now, even the disinterested students had their eyes on Marinette. No one had expected her to say that.

Stiffly and awkwardly, Marinette made her way around the students, sliding into her seat and pretending to be preoccupied with the contents of her backpack.

Alya was still staring, and Nino awkwardly looked between them before placing a hand on Alya's shoulder. He said loudly to the rest of the class, "You should've seen Chat's face when he saw that Alya took the picture!"

"Oh!" Rose beamed. "Was he happy that people knew about them now?"

Alya's gaze lingered on Marinette, then darted over to Rose. She was obviously eager to distract herself from Marinette's comment, so her happy expression returned. "Oh yeah! He had this big smile on his face. I bet he has it saved somewhere."

As Rose cooed over the idea, Markov flew closer to Alya. "I don't understand. Does that confirm that he had his memories, or that he was excited about a kiss he didn't know about?"

Ivan scratched the back of his head. "Doesn't Chat love her?"

"Of course he does!" Adrien replied, voice louder than usual.

Max added on, "Precisely. That's why it's so unclear. Chat isn’t a deciding factor here."

Mylene, who was still looking at Marinette, asked, "Wait, so why shouldn't it be posted then?"

Chloe raised her head smugly, interjecting, "Because nothing should get posted on that trashy tabloid."

The rest of the class gaped, anticipating the oncoming storm. Marinette tensed, but pretended she didn't hear.

Alya stood, a fire in her eyes. "Excuse me?! What did you just call my blog?"

"Ooo, did I strike a nerve?" Chloe asked, unafraid and amused. "You heard me. Trashy tabloid."

"I am a journalist!" Alya declared. "I post only the best stuff and do all my research."

No one heard the snort from Lila in the back.

Sabrina leaned onto her desk, looking at Alya as she stated matter-of-factly, "Your blog is the only source for Ladybug content. That's why your ratings are how they are."

Alya bristled. "Are you saying I'm bad at my job?!"

Nino got between Alya and Chloe, addressing Chloe with, "Hey, she got an interview with Ladybug and Chat loved the picture. Her blog is amazing."

"Ohh, I'm sure I can trust her boyfriend to tell me how great her blog is," Chloe said sarcastically.

The atmosphere was suffocating. Now Nino was upset too.

"What is wrong with you?!" he asked accusingly. "Are you just mad that you're not on the blog?"

"As if," Chloe retorted. "I'm glad I'm not on it. Queen Bee deserves better." Glancing at Alya, Chloe added, "You should be happy that Ladybug even graced you with an interview."

Sabrina sat straight, puffing her chest out with her hands clasped together on the desk. "And, from what we've heard, someone had to ask Ladybug for you."

Marinette dared to glance over. She could see the look in Alya's eyes, and Alya was clearly struggling to just blurt out that she was Rena Rouge. Just in case, Marinette set her backpack to the side, prepared to intervene if she heard anything that she needed to "conveniently" interrupt.

Thankfully, Alya just sputtered, though whether she was torn between what to say or just angry was debatable.

Adrien stepped in, placing a hand on Alya's shoulder and looking at Chloe with meek strictness (Marinette didn't know such a thing was possible). "Ladybug said she'd get another interview on 'Face to Face' and I'm sure Chat wouldn't mind one too."

"Yeah, exactly!" Alya exclaimed, emotionally charged. "Thank you, Adrien!"

Marinette sharpened her gaze. Oh, she remembered 'Face to Face', alright.

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Well, duh. You're practically the only Ladybug blog. Gotta deal with trash if it's your only option."

Now Alya was fuming again, with Nino looking helplessly between the two. The entire class seemed engrossed in the whole thing, despite the constant topic changes.

"You don't even have a blog!" Alya replied. "And you think you can lecture me on mine?"

Chloe pretended to be distracted by her nails. "Big talk coming from someone who's all about their so-called journalistic integrity," she said mockingly.

Alya clenched her fists. "I do everything a normal journalist would do!"

Sabrina chimed in with a sickly-sweet voice, "Like how you told everyone when that kiss happened?"

Markov flew next to Sabrina, adding, "Yes, you still haven't told us that!" He clearly wasn't taking sides, but rather pointing out a fact and even seeming frustrated that he wasn't being given a straight answer.

Alya's only response was the sound of her choking on her own pride.

"It's—" Alya hesitated. "—it's not important!" She insisted. "They kissed, and Nadja did the same thing in Face-to-Face."

Alya seemed oblivious to the fact that comparing herself to Nadja wasn't a good thing.

Markov stared for a long moment, processing before stating simply, "That's intentionally withholding information."

"No—I'm..." Alya trailed off. The look in her eyes made it clear what she was thinking about.

If she admitted that Ladybug and Chat didn't have their memories, she'd get berated for how she never disclosed that. If she said they did have their memories, she's lying and that could be fact-checked. If she tried to give her blog any slack to post as she pleased, she was proving that she wasn't being professional.

She was trapped in a web of conflict.

There was a short burst of laughter, followed by the sound of a paper being lifted off a desk. "Hey, Alya!"

Alix was sitting next to a surprised Nathaniel, who she'd just snatched a piece of paper from. "Nath was drawing up the hole you've been digging yourself into!"

She presented the paper, showing a picture of a funnel spiraling down into infinity; a bottomless pit, essentially.

"Hey!" Nino stepped forward, gesturing his arms outwards. He seemed like he was trying to calm things down, but couldn't help being angry that someone was insulting his girlfriend. "Look, it's—it's no big deal! Chat loved it, so—"

Marinette's voice sounded out, not shouting yet somehow being louder than the noise going on, "What about Ladybug?"

Everything fell silent.

Everyone paused, then looked around at each other before slowly turning their eyes to Marinette. She didn't flinch, staring at Alya impassively.

"What about Ladybug?" Ivan asked, though genuinely curious and not at all rude.

Marinette maintained a straight face, her gaze never wavering from Alya’s. "How did Ladybug feel about it? You keep talking about Chat and how he liked it, but what about her?"

No one had a proper response to that. A few people opened their mouths, as if to speak, but nothing came out.

Marinette continued in near-monotone, "She's not a celebrity. I don't think that picture should've been posted because of exactly that; she's a superhero doing her job, and she doesn't need this."

Alya blinked, eyes wide because she probably never expected for Marinette to be against her. Gesturing to her phone, she excused, "It's not a big deal! It's just a—"

"And how many times has Ladybug said that she just wants to save Paris and keep things professional?" Marinette asked rhetorically. "That picture, without context, could make people think that Ladybug doesn't take her job seriously. It's harder to trust a hero who spends time on romance when they're supposed to be focusing on Paris."

Of course, Marinette had thought about this constantly since that photo was posted. As much as Tikki tried to make her forget about it (as usual), Marinette had stared at that picture for hours, fearing the consequences. She'd worked so hard to build up her reputation as someone who could be trusted and would never let her personal issues get in the way of saving someone. What consequences would that photo have; one that she couldn't even remember being a part of?

Suddenly, Adrien interjected, "There's nothing wrong with a little romance!"

Marinette stiffened, having not expected Adrien to intervene. She didn't know if she could go against Adrien.

Luckily, she didn't have to.

Markov piped up, "Actually, according to statistics, Ladybug is not only more popular than Chat Noir, but when asked who they would call out for if they needed saving, people were most likely to trust Ladybug, as Chat's consistent flirting makes it appear as if he doesn't take his job seriously."

Adrien was helpless in the face of actual numbers and facts. "Wha—bu—"

"Also," Markov added, "a majority of people who would trust Chat instead were young teenage girls."

"He's right," Max said, adjusting his glasses. "While Chat undeniably has his fangirls, the overwhelming majority is in favor of Ladybug for her quick wits and professionalism. Chat is more of a target for the cat-loving demographic, and while Ladybug's design may not be as complex as Chat's—"

Marinette felt defensive for a moment, but stayed calm and just made a mental note to talk to Tikki about it later.

"—Ladybug ranks much higher in polls. They're just facts."

At this point, Adrien's mouth was gaped open and letting out no words.

Nino looked between everyone, clearly trying to figure out something he could say here.

"W-well—" he began, "polls don't matter, right? We were talking about Ladybug being a person, so they're equal anyway."

Alix huffed. "But if Chat said 'yes' and Ladybug said 'no' and Alya did it anyway, that's not very equal, is it?"

Alya snapped back, "You don't know what she said! You weren't there!"

"But you were, weren't you?" Ivan asked, confused. "So you'd know."

"Yeah, just tell us!" Kim demanded.

Nathaniel rolled his eyes. "What would Marc call this? Dialog going nowhere? Alya can't say anything because she knows that she'll be ruined if she says that Ladybug didn't consent to the picture getting posted."

Alya was both pale and fuming; knowing that she was trapped but too angry at being called out.

"Like you can talk for Ladybug, Nathaniel!" she said, pointing an accusing finger in Nathaniel's direction. "Leave your headcanons to your comics! You're crazy about Ladybug and everyone knows it!"

Nathaniel seemed struck by that, not even hearing Adrien's murmur of, "He is?"

Alix stood, slamming her hand down on the desk in front of Nathaniel, looking ready for a fight. "That's a low blow, Alya. Don't test me."

Marinette was honestly in awe of how quickly everyone fell apart when she wasn't playing peacekeeper.

Chloe chuckled tauntingly. "Well, well, well." She looked at Alya. "It looks like I might have competition."

"I'm nothing like you!" Alya yelled. "I'm just defending my blog!"

Rose stepped in. "We understand!" she exclaimed, seeming completely oblivious to the tension in the room.

Mylene stood awkwardly nearby, looking like she wanted to say something but was too timid to face the atmosphere.

Kim had clearly switched sides by this point, no longer on Alya's. "At least tell us if you got Ladybug's permission! I met her when she saved me from Animan and she was super nice!" He frowned, looking regretful. "I even know what it's like to have pictures you don't want being put all over the internet. Ladybug doesn't deserve that."

Alya rolled her eyes. "It's just a kiss! A-and—even if she didn't give her okay on this, that's the price of fame; people take pictures everywhere you go."

Marinette felt distressed. Her friend—her supposed best friend—was undermining Ladybug's value right in front of her. She's given her interviews, given her a miraculous, and this was how Alya felt?

"But she's not a celebrity!" Marinette reminded Alya. "She's just a hero doing her job and this is just making everything harder for her!"

Alya glared at Marinette, either feeling betrayed (which was almost humorous) or just unable to tell friend from foe at this point. She held her phone up and hissed, "Well, maybe she shouldn't be kissing someone in front of her favorite blogger's phone."

Marinette's hands tightened into fists. She knew Alya had her faults, but this?

Not only had Chat used the "price of fame" argument before (Marinette hadn't liked it back then either), but Alya's words kept replaying in Marinette's mind.

favorite blogger...

Suddenly, Adrien's voice cut in, "Besides, Chat deserved that kiss!"

The room went silent. Everyone turned their gazes to Adrien, who was clearly tense and catching onto the heat of all the arguing.

"Dude..." Nino uttered.

Kim blinked at Adrien, asking, "What does that mean?"

Adrien gaped at first, perhaps having not meant to say that, but he didn't take it back either.

"Well—" he began. "Chat works really hard. He obviously loves and respects Ladybug and this might've been his first time really kissing her. She's been playing hard to get for so long and now, if this is before they got their memories back, having that picture gave him proof that she really does love him."

It took everything inside Marinette not to go on a rant about how Ladybug definitely did not love Chat. She still didn't know the details of what happened during the memory wipe, but after a long time of debating with herself, she'd decided that it didn't matter.

They didn't have their memories. Perhaps, yes, in a world where they had no idea who they were, where they came from, or what their interactions with others were, they could've had something.

But what did that say about their chances; that they needed to have all that taken away to form a strong bond?

Huffing, Marinette grabbed the straps of her backpack, lifting it up as she stood. The slam of her hand against the desk was intentionally loud and grabbed everyone's attention.

She spoke, "If Chat respects Ladybug so much, maybe he should've respected that she wouldn't want that picture getting out. Maybe he should've understood how bad that could've looked for her. Maybe he should've seen her as a person that he can't possibly know inside and out, instead of some bride-to-be who never agreed to be."

A cold silence followed as everyone processed what she'd said. Adrien looked shocked that Marinette would ever challenge him like that, but Marinette was fuming too much to care.

Then, the class erupted. Everyone but Marinette were suddenly talking and shouting all at once, their voices all drowning each other out and making it impossible to tell which ones were directed at her.

Marinette herself was too tired for it. With a sigh, she put her backpack on and slipped out of the classroom.

Closing the door behind her, Marinette leaned against the wall next to it, slumping to the floor. Slowly, she turned to her purse and opened it, temporarily ignoring the sympathetic Tikki looking back up at her as she dug around for her phone.

Pulling the phone out, Marinette swiped through her contacts until she came across the one with a turtle icon. With a breath, Marinette called the number and promptly lifted the phone to her ear.

The phone rang for only a few seconds before Fu answered, "Hello? Marinette?"

Marinette nodded, though she knew he couldn't see. "Hey."

She paused, considering everything that had just happened, then asked,

"What would you think of Ladybug having her own blog?"

#((The ''Ladybug blog'' post-''Oblivio'' divergence))#category: salt #category: long post #word count: over 4000 #MC's Collabs #collab: LadyBugOut AU #MC's Writing #writing: story #((good chunk of Alya salt and Adrien salt))#((The AA salt I guess lol))

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Drinking Dulls The Pain

All_Greenie

Summary:

Inko doesn't usually drink. In fact, ever since Izuku was born, she had thrown away all of Hisashi's alcohol bottles and kdwpt herself away from any kind of alcohol in order to concentrate on her son. But pain, sorrow and fear can make one forget their vows...

Midoriya Inko never drank. Never. She had a son to think of, and she had stopped doing so ever since he had been born. She had even thrown away her late husband's alcohol collection, since he no longer bothered living with them. She kept anything and everything that would distract her to be Izuku's mother, anything that could distract her from her only job.

But then, pain, sorrow and fear could break one's vows.

She now sat at a bar, grasping a mug of whisky with one hand, the other pressed against her temple. She had chosen the table farthest away from everyone else, the football game distracting everyone from seeing the teary woman sitting alone in a small table. She had left Izuku in Mitsuki's care for the time being, and she didn't feel like she would be able to take her son back until the following day. She didn't need him to see her like this. She needed to keep him safe, not put any more stress in his life than he was already experiencing. Being quirkless... it had come as a punch straight to the gut. He had looked... quiet about it. But then, seeing him sitting at the computer, rewatching the same footage over and over again, then asking her if he could be a hero like his beloved Idol with tears in his eyes, hand trembling as he pointed at the screen.

And instead of telling him that everything would be okay, that he would somehow become a hero... she had apologized. She had hugged him, breaking down right there and then. She could have stayed strong, but seeing the tearful face of her son...

This made her even sadder, tears filling her eyes. She felt even worse, that she was going back on her vow about keeping away from the alcohol, but she still brought the mug to her mouth, taking a mouthful of the stuff and swallowing it, the liquid burning as it went down her throat. She vowed her head, green hair falling around her head to hide most of her face as the tears fell. That was… her… second glass? She wasn’t sure. She didn’t care. She gulped don the rest of the glass, ignoring the way her eyes were already losing a bit of focus. It might have been due to the tears, but she honestly didn’t know. She honestly didn’t care. Her mind was a muddled mess of thoughts in her head that she couldn’t get straight, and her head hurt. It hurt so much. She blamed the alcohol on that, but that didn’t stop her from ordering another glass from the passing bartender. He looked at her curiously, but complied to do so.

She held on to her empty mug, just to give something for her hands to hold on. The bartender returned with another cup.

“Are you really sure you want to drink this? It’s your second, and you don’t look that good…”

“Gimme,” she said. The bartender sighed, setting it down in front of her.

“As you wish. But be careful, miss.” she had already brought the mug to her mouth when he said “careful”, swallowing about half of it in one go. The bartender frowned at her, then left to attend to other customers. Inko shut her eyes tightly, setting down the mug with a sigh and staying like that for a minute or so, headache pounding. She heard the scrape of a chair against the ground and opened her eyes to find another man taking a seat opposite her, setting down his own mug of beer.

“Mind if I sit here? There are no other available tables and I just thought you could use some company, hmm?" he asked, tilting his head a bit. Inko grunted her reply, bringing the mug to her mouth and drinking most of the whiski that had been left. The man eyed her with a concerned expression on his thin face.

"You don't look like the person to spend her nights at the pub and I can tell something's bothering you. I know you don't even know me, but you can talk to me if you need." he said. Inko looked up at him, taking in his features. He looked... strange. Unusual. With messy, unkempt, blonde short hair, two tufts of it framing his face. He was wearing a trench coat, but Inko could tell that he was thin just by looking at his hands, neck and face. His eyes were surrounded by blackness, but the blue irises were immensely intense, as if he could tell exactly what was troubling her. As if they bore deep into her soul, seeing the pain, the fear and the worry she was smothering with alcohol deep in her. It made her hands tremble, mouth quiver, tears well at her eyes, overcome by all her emotions.

And looking at those eyes, that seemed to tell her that he could be trusted, filled with silent gentleness... it already had the words tumbling out of her mouth.

"I have a son. He's the one person I care for the most and nothing could ever replace him." she said, in a pitch changing voice due to the headache, the alcohol and her emotions. "But... yesterday he was diagnosed quirkless and all I can see is his face when he asked if he could become a hero. And it... I had made a vow not to drink, but all this- it's been so painful- I- I can't-" she dropped her head into her hands, sobbing her extremely pained heart. The headache was intensifying, and she had the feeling that it had nothing to do with the drinks she had had.

Toshinori was lost for words to say. It wasn't the first time he had seen a woman cry, but seeing this one in particular... it seemed to break, shatter and blow up his heart all at once. He was doubtful at what he could do about it, since he wasn't All Might, and he didn't look his best either. He was surprised she had even opened up to him, a total stranger to her. She must have been desperate. She must have nit have had someone to talk to, and instead had come to a pub to drown out her feelings with alcohol. He stood up.

"How about we get you out of here, hmm? I always do better with some fresh air." he said. She nodded, not wanting to get any other people to worry over her. She let the man help her to her feet, fumbling for her purse to pay for her drinks. But her hands were trembling so much that she couldn't.

"That's fine." the man said quickly, pulling out his own wallet and giving the bartender money for her drinks. She didn't have the energy to argue about it, which made it easier for him to help her outside.

The fresh air filled her lungs, and instantly it seemed to make her feel better. The soft breeze felt nice on her flushed skin, and she managed to wipe away her tears, smudging make up along with it. She honestly couldn't have cared less, letting her hand drop to her sides.

"Better?" the man asked.

"A lot." she mumbled back.

"I haven't intrudeced myself yet. Yagi Toshinori." he said as they began to walk away from the loud noises of the pub and into an empty street.

"Midoriya Inko." Inko replied quietly, rubbing her temple.

"I truly am sorry for you and your son. I know how it must feel like, since I am also quirkless." Not a lie, but not the truth either.

"Oh..."

"But enough about me. Anything I can help with?"

"… I don't know."

"Just tell me whatever's on your mind." he suggested. Inko tried to think, but her mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts.

"… Why are you helping me?" she settled on that question.

"I just have this feeling that makes me want to help others." Toshinori explained. "And I can't ignore it."

"Oh. Okay. I just... I'm just really weak when it comes to emotions." she said, looking at her feet.

"Well, as my master used to say, all women are worriors, mothers doubly so. It was only natural for you to feel like that when your son wasn't happy." Toshinori said.

Inko sniffed, wiping at her aching eyes. "Thanks."

"No problem. If you need a buddy to talk to, I am here at the pub every Thursday night."

"Is there a reason to that?"

Toshinori smiled sadly. "I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders."

Inko didn't know it then, but what he said... it was quite literal.

Inko returned home that night. Mitsuki was in her kitchen, Katsuki at home with his father, Izuku in his bedroom. Her best friend gave her a hug before leaving for her own home. Inko wanted to got to sleep, slump in bed, but she walked to Izuku's bedroom first. He was asleep in bed, clutching an All Might doll to his chest, a content, little smile on his face. Inko tiptoed to his bedside, bending down to kiss his forehead, motherly, fierce love burning in her chest.

He was quirkless. But he was her son, the person she cared about the most. She didn't care that Hisashi had left, because that meant that she could raise him her way, keep him happy and safe.

She would devote herself to taking care of her son.

#All MightxMidoriya Inko #all might/yagi toshinori #Midoriya Inko #Midoriya Izuku #Drinking #Alcohol #Angst #A bit of fluff #Midoriya Inko needs a hug #Swearing #Sad with happy eding #Toshinko

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captain-sodapop · 4 years ago

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so here’s a list of music moments I would have liked to have seen in supernatural:

Elmer Bernstein’s theme to The Hallelujah Trail should have been played during Dean’s just...absolute finest moment, whatever that may have been. Maybe it was something we never saw, but it definitely would have happened close to the end of the show’s run. Not only is it the theme to an old cowboy movie (and we all know Dean loves cowboys and westerns) scored by one of Hollywood’s best composers, it’s got such a fun grandeur to it that I think Dean embodies in his best moments. Just imagine him contemplating whatever impulsive, batshit thing he’s about to do for all of half a second, he stands, puts on his cowboy hat, gets in his trusty steed, and goes off to kill the bad guys like the Last Great American Cowboy he is.

“Milky White Way” is a song off of one of Elvis’s gospel albums, and it’s just so Sam. It is simple, clean, beautiful faith that dreams of one day going back to Heaven, back to you maker, back to your mother. Imagine Sam sneaking out on a Sunday morning and walking into a church service while this plays and he seeks out comfort in his faith, in prayer, in such a rockabilly, Nashville way. (Alternate take would have worked beautifully, as well.)

Mary should have killed some monsters and been seen driving cross-country to The Lemonheads’ cover of “Mrs. Robinson.” That would have been so badass. Here’s to you, Mrs. Winchester.

“Tomorrow” from Annie is a Jack song. It might seem like a weird choice, especially since I’m not a huge fan of the play in general, but hear me out: Jack, awake in the middle of the night, scared of what’s to come, unsure of what’s next, a mess after another nightmare, and he bumps into Cas as he takes his nightly walkabout around the bunker. Cas does what he can to assure him even though he himself is scared, and they go outside to watch the sunrise, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder. They’re both uncertain, but they have each other, and as the sun rises and the darkness of the screen silhouettes as if they have a bright spotlight on them, the song reaches its swelling climax before the spotlight goes out and they cut to the credits.

Rowena’s theme song is Bowie’s “Queen Bitch.” Period, full stop.

Every snippet we get of Cas driving around, there’s something different playing on the radio, not just sermons. He listens to a lot of hymns and pop music.

In an early seasons episode, season 1 or 2, Sam and Dean are undercover at a college toga party (complete with togas and olive wreaths) and get roped into “Shout” a la Animal House. One of them is dancing, the other one is getting the kill during the song sequence.

Macca’s “Dear Boy” plays the first time Sam loses Eileen. But in a version of the ending where we get to see the two of them reunite after Dean’s death and they decide they want to spend the rest of their lives together, it’s George Harrison’s “What is Life” that plays in a montage of them coming together. It’s funny, because Sam doesn’t know now what his life would be life without Eileen, just like he never used to know what it would be like without Dean and Cas and Jack.

“Everybody’s Gotta Live” is a very first apocalypse-era song. Just the two of them, Sam and Dean, absolutely miserable after another thwarted attempt to stop fate in its tracks intercut with Castiel’s search for God. All of it fruitless.

Why do I want to see Cas and Meg searching for each other in a busy club while “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)” plays? I just do. Who even knows why they’re there, but they are. Quick cuts between the two of them, a confident Meg and slightly nervous Cas, surrounded by smoke and bathed in dark, colorful light until they bump into each other and wordlessly, breathlessly kiss, Meg tearing off his trench coat and suit jacket just to get that much closer to him.

When Cas gets swallowed by the Empty, “Video Killed the Radio Star” plays. (Video = the Empty, Cas = the Radio Star. Get it?) But like, the part starting at about the 2-minute mark where the guitars are just...woah.

Sam and Dean are riding along in Garth’s car on a hunt, late season 7 or sometime in season 8, and Dean reaches for the radio. Garth, though, smiles and holds up a hand. “Allow me,” he says, and MF Doom’s “Vinca Rosea” begins to play. They emerge from the car in slow motion under a bright moon, and the footage speeds up as they hunt down the baddie. It is the most badass Garth has ever looked and will ever look.

Montage of Standford!Sam set to “Campus” because DUH.

John is flashing back to his Vietnam days in, well, a flashback. He’s completely sober as he tells Sam and Dean about ‘Nam, about the horrors inflicted by humans and ends the story by telling them “And that’s why I know how to make a bed with sheets so tight I can bounce a quarter off it.” “Fortunate Son”, of course, plays. Young Sam and Dean just kinda shrug at each other and say “got it, Dad. Jungle scary.” John rolls his eyes.

“Heaven On Their Minds” and season 6 Cas. Tell me it doesn’t work.

They want Jensen to sing so much? Dean apparently likes Fiddler On the Roof? Alright, then he can sing “If I Were A Rich Man” in a weird, daydream-esque sequence in an episode where the case is one that forces a serious exploration of class and the brothers’ status on the fringes of society. A window into Dean’s own desire to be secure.

Jack finally gets to pick the music on the drive home, and guess what? He’s picked “The Rainbow Connection.” It just makes him so happy, and he smiles the whole time. Four bloodied and beaten men driving along in the Impala, and Cas watches on with fond bewilderment as the other three sing along. (Sam and Dean really resist at first, but when Sam cracks, Dean is quick to follow.)

Sam and Dean do something spectacularly stupid (think Malcolm in the Middle levels of stupid) to “I Should Be Allowed to Think” because the brilliantly stupid idea is Sam’s, and he likes TMBG. But also, he’s thinking about the life he gave up - all that potential, wasted. The worst hope of his generation for sure. But Dean looks like he’s having a good time and it miraculously all works out, so it’s okay for now.

“Things Have Changed” needs to be in there somewhere, definitely in the later seasons, but I’m not quite sure where. It just needs to be there. And “Duquesne Whistle” in some little diner and “Like a Rolling Stone” (like, that whole ALBUM) and UGH DYLAN IS PERFECT FOR THIS SHOW. All the Bob Dylan!

Come to think of it, all of All Things Must Pass, too. Just scattered throughout the show. So much about love and faith and even brotherhood in there.

Two brothers, driving home to Kansas, standing amongst the summer crop after the rain as the sun slowly sets with a couple of beers and “Over the Rainbow.” Just glad to be home.

#and there's your nye playlist! you're welcome!#supernatural #spn #spn fanfic #spn meta #sorta #abby speaks

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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 years ago

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Fandom: Marvel (Cop AU - SACS Universe)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky decide to try out a little roleplay...

Warning: smut, semi-public

A/N: tagging my chubby!bucky lover counter part, @cametobuyplums

You were driving down a rocky road. It was abandoned and the sun was setting. You usually don’t go this route, but you were desperate to get home to be in the arms of your love.

Your foot added more pressure onto the gas. Your speed increasing with every second, eventually surpassing the advised speed limit of the road. Your body was buzzing from excitement of seeing your love soon as well as from the couple of beers you had at the bar with your friends. So into getting home, you weren’t aware of the cop car that was hiding behind a tree and soon enough you saw those red, white, and blue lights flashing behind you.

You cursed to yourself as you pulled over to the side, coming to halt and putting your car in break. You kept your hands on the wheels and waited for the officer to approach you. Your heart was pounding in your ears. When the crunch of the rocky pavement became louder and louder and to a sudden stop, that was when you rolled down your window and looked up at the officer.

You innocently smiled at him, “How may I help you today, officer?”

He cleared his throat, leaning down to become eye level with you, “Ma’am, do you know how fast you were speeding?”

You shrugged, “Can’t say I do, officer-”

“Sergeant.”

“Sergeant...?”

“Barnes.”

“Barnes. Well, Sergeant Barnes, I’m sorry to say that I don’t know how fast I was going. My brain was just on autopilot. Lots of things on my mind, you see.”

“Like what, ma’am?”

You shrugged again, “List of things to do. Dishes to wash, bills to pay, boyfriend to fuck.”

“To fuck, eh?”

You nodded, “My boyfriend is quite the sex fiend. Looks like he’s quite the gentle, softy, and he can be, but really he’s such a beast in bed.”

Sergeant Barnes licked his lips, “I see. Well, that boyfriend of yours must be lucky to have a gal like you. You must tire ‘im out.”

You shook your head, “Not at all, sarge. He’s quite energetic and enthusiastic when it comes to our bedroom activities.” you lean in, face mere centimeters away from Sergeant Barnes’, “You see, officer, my boyfriend is a bit older than me. He says he’s an old man and all that, but he’s just as spritely as us young folk. A lot better than guys my age too.”

“You like older men, huh?”

“Very much and, if I may say...you’re very handsome, Sergeant Barnes.”

Barnes licked his lips again, his head looking left and right to see if any cars were coming his way, “Lemme tell ya something. How’bout we make a deal: you, uh, sample me some of your moves and I won’t give you a ticket.”

You looked at him excitedly, “No ticket, you say?”

He shook his head, “No ticket. Just a little slap on the wrist and a fair warning, and you’re off your merry way.”

You giggled and it just riled him up even more, “I can’t say no to that, can I?” you opened your car door to allow Barnes to get closer to you, “What would you like to sample, sarge?” you bat your lashes seductively up at him.

“Well, sweetheart, it seems like you like to talk a lot. Why don’t we use that mouth of yours for something else, hm?” his hands fumble with his belt, the metal clinking as he unbuttons his pants and pushes it down to reveal his hard, leaking cock, “Now, sugar, you’re gonna suck my cock like a good little girl. Got it?”

You nodded, “Yes, sarge,” and you immediately wrapped your fingers around Barnes’ length. You smirked when you heard a sharp inhale come from him and then a groan as you lowered your mouth onto his tip and down his shaft.

“Ah fuck, sugar, your mouth is fucking heaven.” he rests his hands on the top of your car, leaning in as you take as much of him into your mouth as possible. When your nose his the underside of his round stomach and you felt yourself begin to gag, you immediately pulled away.

Sergeant Barnes was having none of that, “No, no, sweet thing, you gotta take all of me. Come on. I thought you were a good girl.” You nodded and let Barnes guide your head back down onto his cock. A hand wove through your hair and he gripped tight, using his hand to maneuver your head up and down his length.

“Oh fuck yes, sugar. That’s it.” his eyes shut tight as he relished in the warmth and wetness of your mouth. One hand in your hair and the other in a tight fist on top of your car. Your head and his hips worked together as your mouth moved along his dick.

You looked up at Sergeant Barnes, the way that the golden hour shined upon him. The orange-gold hues making him look so goddamn sexy, highlighting his slightly chubby cheeks that were covered by his graying facial hair.

You moved your hand to your clothed pussy. Pushing up your cocktail dress that you wore to the bar and moving aside the lace thong you wore with it, to touch your wet and wanting core. Just when your fingers began to rub fast circles along your hardened nub, your hand was snatched away.

“I didn’t say you could do that, sugar. I was going to fuck your pussy after this, but looks like you won’t be getting fucked at all. Couldn’t even bother to ask if you could touch yourself. Use those hands only on my cock, sweetness, nothing else.”

You groaned in disappointment as one hand wrapped along the base of his dick and the other fondled his balls. He continued to fuck your mouth as you did so. His face scrunching up in pleasure.

“Fuck yes! That feels so fucking good. I’m gonna cum down that pretty mouth of yours soon, sugar. Just keep playing with my balls like that, shit, yes. Like that. Oh goddamn!” he slaps a hand against your car startling you, but you continued to let your mouth be used by Sergeant Barnes.

“Shit. Yes, yes! Gonna cum! Agh! FUCK!” he pulls out your mouth, but only slightly. His own hand jerking off his cock. White spurts of his seed landing inside your mouth, onto your tongue, down your throat. He continues to pump his own cock until he’s spent. He lets out a growl as your lips wrap around him one last time, sucking off any remnants of his debauchery. With an evident gulp, you swallow his seed, opening your mouth to show proof.

Sergeant Barnes bends down and presses a hard and rough kiss to your lips, “Goddamn, sugar,” he grumbles and then pulls away. You giggle as you help pull up his pants, zipping, buttoning, and buckling them back up again.

“So, Buck, whatcha think?,” you ask cheerfully.

Bucky wipes the sweat off his head, “Goddamn, sugar, that was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Not to mention risky.”

You nodded towards his cop car, the small blinking light on the dash notifying you that the dash cam was still on and recording, “Think you can swipe this footage so we can rewatch it?”

Bucky chuckled, “I’ll see if I could bribe IT. Might take a lot since Parker likes to ask a lot of ques-”

“Sergeant Barnes, this is Wilson, do you copy?” Bucky’s radio interrupted him.

Bucky sighed, mumbling, “Sorry,” and replying back, “Barnes, here.”

“We got a 10-66 that may need back up.”

Bucky groaned as he replied, “Yeah. I’ll be there, Sam. Gimme ten minutes.” he doesn’t wait for Sam’s reply before lowering the volume on his radio, “Sorry, sugar, looks like duty calls.”

Your shoulders sagged in disappointment, “Damn. I was really hoping to finish this back home.”

He chuckled, “Tell me ‘bout it. But I’ll get going to get this done as quick as possible. I’ll let you know when I’m coming home. I want you ready for me, ‘cause I needa return the favor.” he bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

You giggled, “I’ll hold ya too it, sarge.”

“I love you, sugar.”

“Love you too, sarge.” you gave each other a wave before driving away in your respective directions. A sergeant’s job was never done.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #smut #chubby!bucky #sweet as cinnamon sugar

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sdra2headcanons · 5 years ago

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Happy New Year Mod! I'm a bit late on a new years request but can we get some hcs for the sdra2 cast celebrating the new year together, along with some ships of your choice sharing a new years kiss? Thanks!

Happy (late but shh) New Years!! Also of course💕

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Cast Celebrating:

-New years is probably one of Yoruko's least favorite holidays, because every year she and Setsuka host a huge party and every year without fail, it's a mess and a half-

-It's all fun and games until Mikado finds the alcohol they had hidden and tells everyone about it

-I can't figure out a good way to organize it to where it won't look crowded so bullet point time babey !

-Kanade and Syobai end up in the middle of the living room, Yoruko holding Kanade back so she doesn't stab Syobai over something rude he said about Iroha

-Setsuka's running around with Nikkei and Teruya, all three of them yelling and laughing WAY too loudly

-Hibiki's off to the side, crying because of all the noise. Meanwhile Iroha's attempting to comfort her while also trying to keep Kanade from hurting somebody on accident (or on purpose if she actually manages to get to Syobai-)

-Shinji and Hajime both get really touch starved when they’re drunk for some reason??? Yuki eventually gets them to stop making out every two minutes, saying something about how 'kissing now will make the midnight kiss less special,' but they still need some form of contact. Luckily for everyone there, that usually just means they'll go cuddle on the couch. Yuri always somehow gets pulled into the pile of warmth and cuddling, despite his initial protests about how they'll make him smell like alcohol. Eventually he just gives up and decides to enjoy the time with his bfs (Yuri/Shinji/Hajime rights!)

-The people that are still sober that aren't stopping a fight, cheering someone up, or cuddling are Mikado, Yuki, Sora, Emma, and Kokoro. Emma and Mikado aren't any help at all when it comes to making people settle down, but everyone else is trying their best

-By 11:30 almost everyone that was loud previously are already asleep, getting shaken awake by the people that hadn't used all their energy earlier in the night. After everyone finally wakes up (which takes 20 minutes within itself-) they'll all put something warm on, grabbing Kokoro's Ipad so they can still watch the live footage of the countdown thing from outside

-Wait for context: In this Yoruko and Setsuka's house is near the place the city shoots off their fireworks from- Also I've never watched one of the shows/live streams that cover the countdown so please don't quote me on any of this-

-After they all lay their blankets on the grass, everyone sits down and stares over Kokoro's shoulder, watching as the few remaining minutes tick down. The almost complete silence is suddenly interrupted by fireworks going off once the clock finally hits 12am, everyone cheering before becoming preoccupied with their midnight kiss to celebrate the new year

-Which is an amazing transition into part two: New Years kisses

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Kanade/Iroha:

-They try to keep themselves from doing anything more than a forehead kiss, that way the start of the new year’ll be even more special!

-Iroha's not the best at staying up late, so she'll always take a nap earlier in the day before they go to to Yoruko and Setsuka's. During her nap, Kanade’ll steal her phone, setting the time an hour back, that way when midnight hits Kanade can give her a kiss, which’ll make Iroha be like 'It's 11??' Then Kanade just says something along the lines of 'guess that just means we'll have to kiss again in hour.'

-Advantages of having a smart gf: she'll make plans so she can kiss you more

-Disadvantages of having a smart gf: She's too caught up in her plan to realize she can kiss you at any point in time-

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Teruya/Nikkei:

-Do you know that one thing that's like:

"3... 2... 1... happy new year! [Starts kissing]"

"Guys it's not even midnight yet, can you stop making out every time the microwave goes off??"

-Yeah they're basically that. It's a little annoying at first, especially since they're usually making out right in front of the microwave because they wanted to make sure they could hear it, but eventually people either stop using the microwave for the night or they just learn to ignore it

-They still kiss at midnight though, you can’t properly start a new year without a kiss from your incredible bf can you?

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Kokoro/Emma:

-Emma tries to do that with Kokoro, but Kokoro always mumbles something about the tradition being important and how they need to respect it

-All the denied kisses only makes Emma more determined to make the most out of their midnight kiss though, so the kiss lasts as long as they can make it before they pass out from lack of air. Kokoro gets 'mad' about it, but she still gives Emma an extra kiss on the cheek once she catches her breath so Emma’s pretty sure it’s fine-

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Yuri/Shinji/Hajime:

-I've never written an Ot3 thing before but I want them to have at least a little more content so this'll be fun-

-Depending on how drunk they are, Shinji and Hajime've already kissed anywhere between 3 and 472 times by the time midnight hits. Yuri manages to get out of anything more than cheek kisses since he doesn't like the taste of alcohol, but he supposes he can make an exception for midnight kisses-

-Once the clock finally hits midnight Shinji and Hajime are already showering Yuri in kisses so they can make up for the ones they couldn't give him earlier. Whenever Shinji and Hajime have their midnight kiss, it isn’t technically midnight anymore, but they couldn’t think of a better way to start the new year than kissing their tiny bf so it’s more than okay with them

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Mikado/Yuki:

-Yuki never knows when Mikado’ll appear and kiss him. All throughout the night, Mikado’ll just randomly show up in front of him, giving him a quick dip kiss because he’s extra and then disappearing again

-Even the midnight kiss is a mystery! Yuki’ll turn to give Mikado a kiss to celebrate, but he’s nowhere to be found. Then Yuki blinks and boom! Mikado’s right in front of him, already kissing him before he can even open his eyes back up. It’s odd, but it adds a fun element of surprise, you know?

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Syobai/Sora:

-Syobai isn’t a fan of pda, so when Sora goes to give him a quick kiss he’ll act all ‘fine but only because you’re gonna make do it me either way’ but he’s happy he gets to start the year off with his lowkey epic gf

-These’re getting worse and worse as I go but I don’t wanna get these out later than needed considering it’s already the 2nd here-

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Setsuka/Yoruko:

-“Babe! Yoruko! The love of my life! My Angel! I love you! Happy new year! Gimme a kiss!”

-“Setsuka you’re drunk and you reek of alcohol, maybe a kiss wouldn’t be the best right now,,”

-“It’s a special day! Exceptions can be made!!”

-In the end Setsuka wins, only because Yoruko wanted her to quiet down though, definitely not because she wanted to kiss her gf or anything like that haha-

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I feel bad bc I don’t have anyone to pair Hibiki with but I can’t think of anymore OT3 hcs so oh well! These were mega fun to write, I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them and I hope you have an amazing 2020!!! Happy late new year! 💕💖

-Mod Kanade who just realized tags’re gonna suck for this huh-

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