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lascvitae · 26 days ago

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♯┆get along better .ᐟ

synopsis. you and megan were like two peas in a pod. wherever one went, the other would always follow. it had been that way forever. but once you began to stray away from megan’s arms and fall into daniela’s, she didn’t know what to do with herself.

pairing(s). daniela x fem!reader x megan genre. fluff, angst (i’m sorry) warning(s). cursing, making out, megan isn’t a VERY good best friend, reader’s mother is eh…

word count: 4.9k (not proofread)

“but now i get along better with your friend.”

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ katty ᥫ᭡: posting this at such a bad time BUT i wrote this for my bae @jsxjmn ngl i’ve been losing SOO much sleep over this fic omg, i didn’t prepare for it to be this long (still making a part two btw) but i hope you like it!! also sorry for the angst i literally breathe angst okay sorry bye 🙈🙈 i lowk cried while writing this it was tew real

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2 days before megan left.

the day started out like any other. it was another regular wednesday and you were making your way downstairs after getting dressed for school.

“goodmorning, miss l/n!” you heard megan before you reached the last stair, yawning to show how sleepy you still were. “goodmorning, my dear. hopefully you’ll get an email today.” your mother winked at the girl, eliciting a light giggle.

megan was your best friend of fourteen years, and you’ve celebrated every single milestone with her. she was part of your family at this point with how often she was around.

but your feelings for her exceeded the friend limit — all of the time that you spent together eventually led to your feelings becoming stronger than ever. but you were almost completely sure that she didn’t feel the same.

why was that? because recently she had been distant. she could go hours — even days on end without responding to you, practically ghosting you. then she would return with the same excuse. “i was busy.”

and you allowed her back in every single time.

“y/n! you look so cute!” megan chirped with her mouth full. there was a cream cheese bagel in her dominant hand so you could only assume that’s what she was eating.

you smiled at the compliment, playing with the sleeves of your hoodie. it was a feeling that only megan would give you.

“thank you, megan.” you closed your eyes as she fixed your hair for you. “is that my hoodie?” she asked. the close proximity of your bodies allowed for you to smell her perfume, leaving you feeling dizzy.

“maybe.” you responded sheepishly, opening your eyes to meet her beautiful ones. her smile was infectious, poisoning your entire heart with laughter. “that’s where it went!”

your mother handed megan the matching water bottles that you two had, reminding you of her presence. “don’t forget to hydrate, girls. especially you, megan. you work so hard that it worries me.” megan hugged your mother tightly. “you’re the kindest, miss l/n!”

“i wish y/n was more like you.” you rolled your eyes at her statement. your mother was buttering her up again so that she could stay around this time. you knew it all too well. but a part of you wished that you were more like megan as well. you adored her.

“let’s go before we’re late.” she took your hand, practically dragging you out of the doorway. she could sense the shift in your mood and so she wanted to do everything to make it better. “we won’t have time to stop at dunkin if you keep walking so slow.”

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the coffee that megan purchased for you was the only thing that was getting you through the day, along with the doodles she left on your cup before you walked inside of the school building.

you had been yawning all day, lost in thought of what you were going to do for your final art project.

one moment you were in your head and the next you were on the floor rubbing your head.

“shit, sorry! are you okay?” you heard the voice ask before you looked up, taking the girl’s hand. she leaned down to pick up your water bottle and your gaze followed, getting a peek of the hem to the calvin klein boxers that hugged her hips.

you had just ran into daniela.

she had a concerned expression on her face while you stood up, holding your hand for a moment longer than needed.

“i’m fine.” you muttered, taking the water bottle back into your own hands. “are you?” she exhaled, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “i’m okay, y/n. don’t worry about me.” she instantly recognized the hoodie you wore as megan’s.

the silence was awkward. you and daniela didn’t talk much unless either of you needed something — most likely due to you ranting about megan, and you only knew her for two reasons. she was megan’s best friend and captain of the cheerleading team.

that was something you usually stood clear of due to the attention that it brought. a canvas and brush was more of your thing, rather than a cheer and some pom-poms. you never really liked basketball or football either.

so you and daniela were from two different worlds, but you shared conversation solely because of megan.

you sat next to her in chemistry class during junior year and that was when you really began to consider her a friend. or at least more than an acquaintance.

“what class do you have? i’ll walk you.” she offered with her infamous charming smile. she was basically everyone’s crush for obvious reasons.

“it’s a free period for me, actually. i’m gonna work on my final project for art.” you explained, tugging on your lower lip.

“really? can i see?” she asked in an excited tone. daniela was the type of friend who you didn’t talk to everyday but you could depend on. she never got a real chance to see your artwork but it was something that she looked forward to.

you couldn’t deny her request because of how it visibly piqued her interest. “sure, why not?” you shrugged.

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once the clock hit 2:05 and the ringing of the bell you dreaded so badly followed behind, you practically leapt out of your seat and traversed through the halls towards student parking.

all types of chatter filled the hallways and you skillfully avoided a variety of people, adjusting your headphones so you could continue to drown everything out.

you were mouthing the lyrics to the song playing in your ears until someone suddenly grabbed your shoulder. with your eyebrows furrowed, you were ready to tell them off until you saw who it was.

it was daniela.

your expression immediately softened and you uncovered one ear so that you could hear her clearly. “dani? did you need anything?” her heart skipped a beat with the way you said her name.

“nah. i was just wondering if you were busy?” while it was unusual for her to be asking you to hangout, it wasn’t the first time.

you tried to fight back your smile, playing with the sleeves of your hoodie. “the only thing i had planned was to work on my project some more.” her smile widened at the mention of your work.

“can i come over? or is there only enough seats for you and meg?” the mention of megan made you remember that she was probably waiting for you right now. and as if on cue, your phone buzzed with an incoming text message.

reaching for your phone from your back pocket, you confirmed that it was megan texting you. “no, it’s fine.” you started. “just come over whenever. you have my number.” you explained with a smile, shoving your phone into your hoodie.

“but i’ve gotta go. see you later, kay?” the conversation ended there and it left you with a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. even though it was nearing graduation, you were looking forward to becoming closer to daniela.

little did you know, she was feeling the same.

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as soon as you climbed into the passenger seat of megan’s car you were met with the barely concealed excitement of the girl.

“what? what!” you asked as she just stared at you, squealing quietly. you smiled, letting out a breathless chuckle. “tell me, megan!”

“okay okay okay!” she moved her hair from out of her face, taking a deep bresth to flush down the excitement. “remember how i told you about how i’ve been emailing different companies?” you nodded along, feeling her take your hands into her own.

“sergio hudson wants to feature my design in LA fashion week!” she squealed out, practically bouncing with excitement. “this is big news, babe!” you had no idea who these important names were but if it meant a lot to megan, it meant a lot to you.

for the entire time of your friendship, megan had shown the most interest in fashion and graphic design. there had been multiple occasions where she even had you model her pieces for her.

“you did? that’s great, megan!” you cheered, allowing her to pull you into a tight hug and pepper kisses all over your face. it was slightly uncomfortable with how you were bent over the console but you didn’t mind it.

she was nearly crying tears of joy with the opportunity provided to her. “i couldn’t have done it without you, precious.” she finally pulled away, giving you room to breathe. it felt like your heart would burst through your chest if she continued.

“you’re my muse, y/n.” that wasn’t the first time you heard those words but it felt like it was. with megan, everything felt like the first time. “you have to come with me.”

“what?”

“your mom will understand! i know she will. i don’t — i can’t go without you.” the distance between the two of you grew, scaring both sides. “please.” her voice had dropped to a whisper and nothing could be heard other than anxious breathes and the chatter of people around the car.

“i… i don’t know. LA?” you stammered, throat suddenly going dry. you had never flown before. let alone across the country. “it’s not that far.”

“that’s across the country, megan.” you protested, furrowing your eyebrows. “only for a bit! it’ll only be a week.” all of your complaints went in one ear and out of the other. she was set on persuading you.

your eyes widened. “a week? megan, my art project is due by the end of this month. i can’t waste a week like that!” she huffed with a low spirit. “it won’t be a waste. you’re going to be with me.”

“i can’t do it.” you declared, looking away. megan fell back in her seat in response, swallowing her disappointment. “you know, y/n. if the roles were reversed i’d come with you in a heartbeat.”

the statement made your stomach turn. “megan—“ she interrupted you, crossing her arms. “no, y/n. you’re supposed to be my best friend.” her words hung in the air, choking you with the amount of tension they brought.

“i should be saying that.” your voice broke near the end of the sentence. “don’t pull that card on me, y/n. you know i’ve been bu—“ she raised her hand, retracting it once you interrupted her this time around.

“i’m only your best friend when it benefits you. it’s unfair. it’s unfair how you can go days without talking to me then come back to me like nothing happened. it’s unfair how i’m worried sick about you and you take hours to respond. it’s unfair how i’m putting in so much more effort than you are and yet my mother still picks you over me.” you began to rant.

“and it’s unfair how even after all of this i’m still in love with—“ you stopped yourself, freezing in place. megan’s eyes were wide, realization dawning upon her. hastily wiping your tears away, you excused yourself. “i’m just — i’m just gonna go.”

you reached for the door handle, leaving as quickly as you could and ignoring megan’s call for you.

you walked mindlessly through the parking lot, desperately wiping at your tears and starting to steady your breathing. you had just confessed to megan, and you could still hear her calling for you.

your friendship was over, you thought. no, you were sure of it. you and megan never argued. you lost your one and only best friend.

suddenly, you felt a strong force grab your shoulder and spin you around. “god, y/n. i’ve been calling your name for ages.” the sweet and familiar voice spoke. daniela. “do you have your headphones—“

daniela noticed the faucet in your eyes, face immediately sewn with concern. “are you crying? what happened?” she released the grip on your shoulder, awaiting some kind of response.

you instinctively hugged her with shaky hands, sobbing into her chest. she was always there whenever you needed her.

“woah, y/n. talk to me. do you wanna talk?” the embrace was hesitantly reciprocated, trying to calm you down with soothing circles to your back. once you didn’t weigh up a response she decided to take you to a more secluded area.

“we’re gonna go to my car, okay? is that alright?”

1 day before megan left.

you haven’t talked to megan since yesterday and she hasn’t made any attempts at conversation with you either.

daniela was worried about you — she refused to leave your side until she truly believed that you were okay.

you set your headphones around your neck while walking downstairs, trying to ignore the fact that you would have to see megan at school.

“morning mom.” you forced a smile and while your mother may have bought it, it was likely that no one else would.

you carelessly set two strawberry poptarts into the toaster with a sigh, taking your phone out of your back pocket.

leaning against the counter as you scrolled through your notifications, you felt your heart drop for the nth time in less than twenty four hours. megan still hadn’t texted you.

you couldn’t do it. you wanted to crawl in bed and have megan wrap her arms around you like how she was supposed to.

“how is your project going, honey?” you heard your mother ask and you swallowed your tears, smiling once more as the toaster dinged to indicate that the poptarts were ready. “it’s going fine.” you answered, wrapping them in a paper towel.

“that’s good to hear.” she handed you the water bottle that matched your best friend’s. “is megan picking you up?”

the name tugged at your heart. “no, daniela is today.” you answered, shoving the water bottle away into the sides of your backpack. of course she’d ask about megan. she always would. “i’ll probably be home late.”

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“i don’t think it goes this way.” you muttered as daniela fiddled with the lego pieces, concentration etched onto her face.

you sat down on a nearby stool, frowning from the soreness in your knees. daniela had to be feeling the same. “um, let’s just try it again later.” you offered.

daniela was so determined, trying multiple different options just to get it finished. she knew how badly you wanted to get it done and that was her ulterior motive. along with wanting to cheer you up, of course.

megan had purchased you the paris lego set ages ago but had been too busy to build it with you. and after the argument, you weren’t sure if it was ever going to be done. so, daniela offered after dance practice.

daniela let out a sigh. “i’m hungry anyway.” she placed the piece she was holding, then another. then another.

“dani!” you scolded yet there was a hint of playfulness in your tone. she laughed, sitting down at your desk. “fine! i’m done now.” you shook your head.

the almost half finished eiffel tower sat on a table that you two had dragged to the middle of your workroom. it was where you spent most of your time.

all sorts of things were scattered around. paintbrushes, markers, acrylics, watercolors — you name it. if there was one thing you loved to do, it was experiment.

megan even had a fashion mannequin in the corner of the room, and when your eyes landed upon it, the events replayed in your head.

daniela spinned around in your desk chair, tapping the armrests as she glanced around. “did you do all of this?” she asked, referring to the diverse paintings dispersed across the walls.

“yeah.” you shrugged and her eyebrows raised in awe. her attention focused back onto the scrapped drawings on your desk, looking through them. “these are really good.” she mumbled.

receiving attention from her made you shy but you tried to hide the fact. “thanks.” you smiled, playing with the sleeves of your hoodie.

“is this meg—“ you cleared your throat, standing up from your seat and reaching for the lamp that was providing light for you and daniela. “hey, you said you were hungry right?” she could barely see the drawing anymore but there was no need. she knew that it was megan.

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“look at that cloud. it looks like a cat.” daniela pointed from the trunk of her car, taking a sip of her boba. your eyes followed her finger, giggling as you made out the animal. “i see it.”

the sunset was gorgeous and you couldn’t resist the urge to take out your phone to snap a photo. daniela set down her cup, smiling at you. “you gonna paint this later?” shoving your phone back into your pocket, you took another bite of your sushi while shaking your head.

“it was too pretty, but i’ve gotta finish my project first.” her smile widened. “you’ve gotta let me see.” her voice was so soft and genuine that you had to give in.

“you still haven’t talked to megan?” you were preparing yourself for the question but not for how you would answer it.

“no. i don’t know if she needs some time or if we’re done.” you shrugged, staring at the sunset. you could feel daniela’s eyes burning holes into your side profile and it gave you a unusual feeling.

daniela hummed, copying your posture of leaning back onto her hands. it felt weird to be seeing her in such a relaxed manner, you were so used to seeing her cheer.

she was content because you were.

“i’m here for you. you know that?” daniela spoke quietly, looking back at the sunset. the silence that surrounded you both was comforting and unfamiliar.

“we have a game tomorrow night. you should come.” she offered and your heartbeat began to accelerate. basketball wasn’t necessarily your interest, nor was football.

“it’s our last game. and you’ve been working nonstop. it’s a miracle i even got you out of the house.” she held her knees, chuckling softly.

you wanted to say no but it was an opportunity to hang out with daniela. how could you?

“okay, i’ll be there.” you nodded.

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the game didn’t start making much sense to you until halftime. more people began to arrive and daniela was giving you a rundown of how basketball games worked. she had your attention all game, so you forgot that you were even supposed to be watching the players on the court.

you were trying to stay focused. you kept staring at the way her lips moved with certain syllables and you suddenly you were reminded of how pretty she was. had she always looked like this?

“and after halftime the goals switch. y/n, are you listening, love?” she snapped in front of your face, laughing breathily.

“yeah, i was listening.” you smiled, handing her the grape powerade that you had purchased for her at the concession stand. she stole a nacho off of your plate and popped it into her mouth.

“you’re basically a basketball connoisseur now. i know, i’m so great at explaining things.” she flipped her hair and you playfully shoved her shoulder in response.

“i’m just here for you. and you suck at explaining, by the way.” you bit into a soggy nacho, following her back to the space on the bleachers that you were sitting at.

“better than you. when you tried to explain anything to me in chemistry i was so confused.” she joked, sitting next to you as she continued to dine off your plate.

“that’s just because you suck at science, dani.” you rolled your eyes, holding the nachos out while she ate. there wasn’t much time on the clock left and she was stuffing her face now.

you giggled at how cute she was, making your heart feel a certain way that no one else ever had before.

no one else but megan.

“go out there!” you nudged her as she tried to fit as many nachos in her mouth as she could, shaking your head in disapproval. “they’ll be here when you get back.” that was the truth. they were too soggy for your taste.

daniela smiled at you with chubby cheeks, a smudge of cheese on the corner of her lips. “wait!” you searched around for the napkin, leaning forward and wiping it away.

the action made daniela’s cheeks turn a shade of red, smile widening uncontrollably as she watched you with sparkles in her eyes. “thank you, love.”

you tugged onto your lower lip. “break a leg, miss dani.” she blew you a kiss while skipping backwards, walking over to her spot.

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once the game finally ended, you were waiting patiently for daniela to put sweatpants over her cheer uniform so that she wasn’t too cold.

“what do you have a taste for, y/n?” she asked as she tied the drawstrings and slipped the skirt off afterwards. this was the daniela you preferred. comfortable and relaxed.

“whatever. i’ll eat anything.” you shrugged, shoving the skirt into her cheer bag so that she didn’t have to.

she jumped down, taking the bag from your hand and searching for her keys. once she located them you two were on the way to her parked car.

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“see? way better than those nasty ass nachos.” daniela rolled her eyes as she took a bite of her calzone. “they weren’t even that bad.”

you scoffed as you swallowed the portion of your pasta. “the cheese literally tasted like plastic. and the nachos were so soggy.” your complaining only made daniela roll her eyes again.

her sky blue phone was positioned with both of you in the frame, recording the whole conversation.

“like… i feel like that was the remains of a nuclear explosion —“ you continued and she bursted into laughter, slapping your shoulder to shut you up.

“my god! it wasn’t even that bad!” you both giggled as she went for another bite of her calzone. “at least your pasta is good.”

you nodded, humming to back up the statement even further. “it’s so good. you wanna try it?” once you offered she set her own food to the side, nodding her head.

you gathered a generous amount of pasta onto the fork, preparing to feed it to daniela. “ready?” you asked her, making eye contact as you held the fork up.

everything after that happened so quickly that you barely even knew how to react. she leaned over the console, taking ahold of your chin and softly pressing her lips against yours.

the overwhelming urge to hold and protect you coursed throughout her veins, deepening the kiss and pulling you even closer.

once you realized what was happening you met her kiss with fervor, surrendering completely to the feeling of her lips.

her hands roamed your back, arms, anywhere that she could reach, and she’s positive that she’s never felt so possessive and protective over anyone before.

it was different than any kiss she’s ever shared. it was slow and intimate, making the entire situation even more intense.

the moment you broke the kiss you found company in eachother’s gaze, chests heaving with weighty breaths.

“it tastes good.” she shrugged as if she weren’t devouring your lips moments before.

“i’m glad.” you laughed breathlessly. “can… can we kiss again?” you spoke up sheepishly, tugging on the sleeves of your hoodie.

she chose to answer your question with another kiss, silencing any further questions.

0 days before megan left.

daniela woke you up with light taps to your jaw, face contorting into the brightest smile once you finally opened your eyes.

“goodmorning, cariño.” she pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, turning around to grab the tray that was behind her.

“i made you breakfast!” you gasped, sitting up and examining the plate that she had prepared for you. “oh my god, are you a chef?” she poured the syrup over the pancakes for you, even cutting them to make it easier.

“eat up, babe.” she kissed your cheek before standing up straight. “i’ll be back. i’m getting your drink, kay?” you nodded in response, sighing contentedly as you stared down at the feast before you.

ready to dig in, you were interrupted by the buzzing of your phone. what you didn’t expect was the notification before you.

well, you did expect the notifications from your mother. she was most likely worried if you were okay or not.

you nearly dropped your phone into the breakfast daniela made for you, heartbeat accelerating as if someone pressed a button. megan finally sent you a text.

‘are u busy? can we talk?’

you bit your bottom lip due to nervousness, avoiding opening up the message because you had on read receipts.

suddenly, your appetite was completely gone.

you wanted your best friend back, yes, but you were terrified of what she was going to say. you weren’t sure if she hated you after your confession or if she wanted to end the friendship here for good.

either way, you were frightened of the possibility.

daniela came back upstairs with a glass of orange juice and plate of her own. “here.” her arm reached out and she almost immediately noticed the look on your face, climbing in bed next to you.

“what is it?” she asked curiously, stealing a bite of your scrambled eggs. you playfully sucked your teeth at her actions, turning to look at her. “what?”

“megan texted me.” daniela gasped, moving closer towards you. “are you okay? what’d she say?”

you showed her the notification, taking the glass of orange juice and chugging it with haste.

“are you going to?” she watched you chug the glass with concern, taking it from you. “slow down, mi amor…” you set the plate down on the opposite end of her bed, climbing out and making your way to the bathroom.

“y/n.” daniela followed you, wrapping her arms around your waist. “you can’t avoid her forever. she’s your childhood best friend.”

“she was.” you quickly corrected, splashing your face with water. “no, y/n.” daniela sighed. “you’re still best friends. one argument can’t get rid of that.”

even if you tried to ignore her words you knew that they held some value in them.

“she probably hates me now. i’m only her best friend when she wants me to be.” you scoffed, staring at daniela’s face in the mirror.

“i’m serious.” daniela tried to convince you, returning your gaze. “i know she doesn’t hate you.”

“because i’m starting to see why she’s so crazy in love with you.”

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it was around ten pm when you raised your hand to knock on the front door to megan’s house, sucking in a breath as you prepared yourself to face her.

you tried to ignore the negative thoughts and push them to the back of your mind, knocking on the wooden door.

it didn’t take long for megan to answer the door, fiddling with her fingers. you could see the suitcase sitting behind her frame as she stepped out, clearing her throat and closing the door behind her.

“hey.” she mumbled, looking down at her hands. you could tell that she was nervous with how she kept fiddling with her fingers and avoiding your gaze.

“hi.” you smiled, stepping aside to give her room to stand on the porch. it was silent for a minute and you assumed that she was collecting her thoughts.

“um. i’m sorry. for how i’ve been acting and how i spoke to you. i kinda overreacted.” she sniffled. “and um, i think i know why.” she continued. you stayed silent, listening to her speak.

“you drive me insane — not just because you’re my closest friend and the person i practically center my whole heart around, but there’s more to it.”

her hand reached out to softly grab yours, finally looking into your eyes. the way that the sun was hitting her face made it slightly difficult to see the tears forming in her eyes but you could still make them out.

“i love you y/n. more than friends, i think. i think i’m falling for you. you’re the only one who’s ever saw me for me.” it felt like your voicebox had been ripped out of body. you heard a loud familiar voice coming from inside of the house.

“meiyok! are you packed? we have to get to the airport.”

megan stepped backwards, wiping away the tears that finally spilled over. your throat was constricted by overwhelming thoughts that you couldn’t voice, trembling hands scratching at your shirt.

megan hugged you with so much force that you almost fell backwards, molding your frame against her own. “i love you, y/n. i’ll change for you if i need to.” her voice was thick with emotion, holding back even more tears that dared to escape.

“think about it, please? you’re my muse. i can’t lose you.” then she proceeded to peck your cheek, reluctantly letting you free and disappearing back into the house you didn’t feel welcome inside of anymore. you felt as though you were being drowned.

the sound of the door shutting brought you back to your senses, tasting the saltiness of your own tears and standing there, chasing after megan’s after image.

and that was it. she was leaving for LA at twelve am.

the first thing that you could think of was to call daniela to come rescue you.

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doumadono · 2 months ago

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I voted for Nsfw alphabet - and I would love to request Shinso 🙈🩵

Also, congratulations on your milestone 🎈

Warnings: post-timeskip Shinso

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II ⊹ Doumadono's 6k followers event

A - Aftercare Shinso is incredibly attentive after intercourse, even if he doesn’t show it in overly dramatic ways. He’ll brush damp hair away from your face, murmur low reassurances, and carefully clean you up, his touch unhurried and soothing. If he senses you need something — be it water, a warm towel, or simply silence — he’ll provide it without you needing to ask. His favorite way to end the night is holding you close, his breath soft against your temple as you both drift off.

B - Body Part On you, he’s obsessed with your neck. Maybe it’s the irony of his Quirk, but he loves watching the way it reacts — how you tilt it for him, the marks he leaves behind, and the shivers he can draw out with a single touch or kiss. On himself, he’s a little self-conscious about his hands but secretly loves it when you kiss or hold them.

C - Cum Shinso is versatile — cumming inside, on you, in a condom, or on himself — it’s all fine by him, as long as it’s what you want. But the longer you’re together, the more he craves the raw intimacy of cumming inside you — he finds it super hot. His clean diet leaves a subtle sweetness to his cum taste.

D - Dirty Secret Shinso has toyed with the idea of using his Quirk during sex — not strictly to control you, but to strip away inhibitions and hear your raw, unfiltered thoughts about him.

E - Experience Shinso isn’t a playboy, but he’s had a couple of past experiences. He’s a fast learner with a natural talent for observation. His natural curiosity drives him to explore what makes you tick, and he takes pride in the way he can unravel you, piece by piece.

F - Favorite Position He loves positions where he can see your face, like a missionary or a cowgirl. There’s something deeply grounding about feeling your breath mingle with his, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you lose yourself in the moment.

G - Goofy While he’s typically calm and collected, Shinso does have a dry sense of humor that slips out occasionally. He might throw in a teasing comment like “What? Not so brave anymore, hmmm, baby?” or smirk if he catches you flustered, but it’s always good-natured and meant to make you laugh.

H - Hair He keeps himself neatly groomed, more for practicality than vanity. Shinso doesn’t mind a little maintenance but doesn’t obsess over it either. He appreciates you however you’re comfortable, often making a point to tell you so.

I - Intimacy Every moment with Shinso feels personal. His focus is always on you — your needs, your desires, your pleasure. When he’s with you, he’s completely present, making each moment feel deeply personal and uniquely yours.

J - Jack Off Before he met you, Hitoshi found the idea of pleasuring himself too embarrassing to entertain, shoving the thought aside as quickly as it came. After you entered his life — but before the two of you became a thing — he gave in to the temptation more than once, only to be consumed by guilt afterward — because he thought of you in a sinful way while he shouldn’t. But once the two of you became a couple, that shame melted away. With your love and reassurance, he finally understood there was nothing wrong with his desires. Now, when he needs to take care of himself, he does so without hesitation.

K - Kink He has a soft spot for subtle power dynamics. Nothing extreme, but he likes knowing he has some control — whether it’s holding your wrists gently above your head or pinning you with his weight. He’s also intrigued by light bondage, though he’s always cautious to ensure you’re comfortable. Shinso has a curiosity for sensory play as well — blindfolds, silk restraints, etc.

L - Location Shinso prefers the comfort of the bedroom, where he can focus entirely on you without distractions. However, he isn’t opposed to sneaking into more adventurous territory, like the shower or even a quiet corner of his agency late at night.

M - Motivation Seeing you wear his clothes, hearing you laugh, or catching you stealing glances his way are small but powerful sparks that ignite his desire.

N - No Shinso is firm about keeping things safe and consensual. Anything that risks harm to you, physically or emotionally, is off the table in an instant. He’s especially cautious about introducing his Quirk into your intimate life, fearing it could create a dynamic that feels manipulative, even unintentionally.

O - Oral Hitoshi is skilled, patient, and attentive when it comes to oral. He enjoys the reactions he can pull from you, taking his time to learn exactly what makes you come undone. Receiving is less of a priority for him, but when he lets you take the lead, his flushed cheeks and uneven breaths reveal just how much he enjoys the attention.

P - Pace His pace is usually steady. He loves a slow build, watching your tension rise until you’re utterly desperate for him. However, if the mood strikes, he can surprise you with a rougher, more primal side.

Q - Quickie Quickies aren’t his preference — he values the depth of connection in slower, more intentional moments. However, he’s not fully opposed to them — the idea of sneaking out for a moment of passion during a busy day has its own appeal.

R - Risk Hitoshi is cautious by nature and doesn’t take unnecessary risks. However, he’s open to trying new things as long as you discuss them beforehand. He’s more adventurous in private though.

S - Stamina Shinso has excellent stamina, honed through years of hero training. He can go multiple rounds if you’re up for it, though he prefers focusing on quality over quantity.

T - Toys He’s curious but cautious. Shinso appreciates how toys can enhance your common experience, and he’s more than willing to incorporate them into your sex life.

U - Unfair Shinso can be a terrible tease when he wants to be. He’ll hold you just on the edge, whisper husky compliments in your ear or pull out just before you reach your peak. He thrives on the way you plead for more, though he always makes sure to let you come undone in the end.

V - Volume Shinso isn’t loud, but the sounds he does make — low, husky groans and breathy murmurs of your name — are utterly sinful.

W - Wild Card Shinso rarely succumbs to jealousy, but when it does creep in, it’s impossible not to notice. He’ll pull you closer, his arm curling around you like a protective barrier, his touch lingering longer than necessary. Sometimes, he buries his face in the curve of your neck, his lips grazing your skin in open-mouthed kisses.

X - X-Ray Shinso’s cock is around six inches, uncut, with a slight upward curve at the tip and a few prominent veins that add to its appeal. He leans more toward length than girth.

Y - Yearning Hitoshi’s sex drive is above average. Yet, he’s never ruled by desire — self-control comes naturally to him, and he can abstain when needed without complaint.

Z - Zzz Afterward, Shinso is the type to stay awake for a while, holding you close and basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Once you’ve fallen asleep in his arms, he lets himself relax, his head resting against yours as he drifts off. Those moments are something he treasures, a reminder that he’s exactly where he belongs.

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pinkslipxox · 4 months ago

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Masterlist:

Young Miko Fics: 🙈🥰

Dating Young Miko Would Include

Pretty Pink Lips:

Hoodies:

Classy101:

The Morning After:

In N Out:

Hermosa:

Curita:

Malita:

Ocean Eyes:

We Can Do This:

Aftercare:

Angel:

Angelitos:

Birthday Girl:

Young Miko blurbs/requests: 🤭🫶

Smoke and Freedom:

Passion in Paradise:

Boricua Power:

Love In The Spotlight:

Language of Love:

Meeting the Family:

Papi:

Tease:

Bathtub Bliss:

In Her Arms:

Jealously and Forgiveness:

Cold Feet:

Best Birthday Ever:

Red Handed:

Comfort In The Storm:

Stronger Than Ever:

Late Night Love:

Putty In Her Hands:

Curls Galore:

Brownies:

Sweet Apologies:

Taking A Chance:

Bend Over:

Wedding Night:

Last Straw:

Vicky:

Morning Bliss:

Hot and Sweet:

In The Shower:

Matching Moments:

Good Girl:

New Beginnings:

Kitchen Chaos:

Puerto Rico:

Handcuffs:

Miko’s Baby:

Backstage:

I Hope It’s Us In The End:

Twitch:

Mami:

Secret’s Out:

Rainy Days:

More Than Friends:

Tijeras:

Billie Eilish Fics: 💋😘

Dating Billie Eilish Would Include:

Home:

Not A Burden:

Blissful and Passionate:

Seven Minutes In Heaven:

Coffee Dates and Paparazzi:

Sit On It:

Cuddles:

Falling For You:

Rumors:

My Girl:

Only For You:

Back To Sleep:

Reunited:

Mama:

Baby Girl:

Not Ready:

Dining Table:

Milestones:

Wifey:

Lullabies of Love:

Billie Eilish blurbs/requests: 😘💞

Euphoria:

The Big Metal Bird:

Safe and Sound:

Late Night Escapades:

Stomach Flue Blues:

Double The Love:

Family Of Four:

Mommy:

Baby Talk:

Baby Girl and Billie:

Three More Weeks:

Mine:

Young Miko/Billie Eilish Headcannons: 💞🥰

Dom Miko Headcannon:

Date Nights With Miko Headcannon:

Texting Miko Headcannon:

Protective Billie Headcannon:

Jealous Billie Headcannon:

Dom Billie Headcannon:

Sub Billie Headcannon:

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eobe · 3 months ago

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Time for another Captain KEELI, because I don’t know when and where and how it comes, but…

300 Follower Celebration! 🤩✨

I want to say thank you all gorgeous folks🙏 To the new ones, warm welcome, have a caf and talk if you want and enjoy 🫶😍

To my lovely and supportive longer termed companions, moots and friends: I would never be here with my art and skills without you all joining my journey and (I cry good tears!) staying! 😭🙏♥️ I‘m sending big Wrecker hugs to yoouuuu ♥️♥️♥️

Your reactions from likes over comments to reblogs – I appreciate all of them so much, encouraging me to continue and improve! 🤩✨

I‘ve got so much fun here that I‘m stuck in way too much WIP, my head exploding with ideas, my notes bursting with projects and plots, the days too few hours to get it all done in the time I wanted to! 🤯🥰

I just can’t believe that it all started at 3rd September 2024 (Sorry, I have to repeat this ramble until I get it myself!) that I thought, that the shave pattern of gorgeous and unterrated Captain Keeli has too few fanart, so let‘s try to derust my drawing skill and put it on Tumblr, maybe somebody likes it 🤷🏽‍♀️

„SOMEBODY“ got into you all now 😘

So the most stylish Captain of the GAR got into my personal art restart journey support clone and you have to deal with him minimum with every milestone 🤷🏽‍♀️🤩

Have a closer look for the shoulder glance (I have a thing with shoulder glance 🙈):

My husband said he looks like Marvel‘s The Falcon 😂 Now I want to draw Keeli a Falcon kit to get him and General Di out of their last stand 😱🤯🫠

Thank you so much also to you, my dearest taglist, enjoy a Captain Keeli: @eclec-tech @lonewolflupe @bixlasagna @returnofthepineapple @sunshinesdaydream @covert1ntrovert @general-ida-raven @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @groguandthebadbatch @justanotherdikutsimp @ladylucksrogue @spaceyjessa @morerandombullshit

#star wars #the clone wars #captain keeli #milestone celebration #thank you #tcw #tcw keeli #keeli #most stylish clone #clone trooper keeli #clones #star wars fanart #outer rim garrison #outer rim #artists on tumblr #my art #eobe

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cottonlemonade · 10 months ago

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Hello darling💖💖💖 congratulations on your milestone🥰🥰

For the event: can i please have an iced tea from menu A, with matcha roll and purin? I am sitting next to Kita🙈

(you have single handedly revived the Kita brainrot)

have a lovely day love!

Tutoring You

word count: 917 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: Kita x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: fluffy, upperclassman crush Kita tutors you

A lazy late spring gust gently tugged at the pages of the books that covered the whole surface of the low square table. Papers filled with densely written notes lay here and there across and underneath your homework and the words in front of you turned to gibberish. Birds chirped and insects hummed loudly through the open sliding door of Kita’s home. But other than that and the occasional breeze making the little paper on the wind chime dangling from the awning flutter, it was quiet. You sighed.

“Is everythin’ alright?”

You jumped at the question and felt your cheeks turn pink.

A few days ago when you had finally worked up the courage to ask Kita for help studying and he had readily accepted your request, you quite literally skipped on your way home. Having had a crush on the class president since your very first day at school, you only admired him from afar and soaked up every bit of information floating around the corridors about the quiet third year captain. He was studious and hard-working, of course, but had a reputation of being cold and scary which you never agreed with. Most of your knowledge came from “horror stories” of your fellow second year Atsumu who never let an opportunity slide to tell you in great detail how only one look of his captain could make the blood freeze in his veins. You had only frowned at these comments and were desperate to see for yourself what Kita was like outside of school.

But somehow you had a much more romantic notion about studying together.

It was a lot more “sitting quietly and working” and less “laughing and stolen glances and accidental touches”.

And now you obviously weren’t as subtle in expressing your frustrations as you thought.

��I’m sorry.”, you said immediately, “I just don’t get this one. The formula worked up here in exercise 2, why doesn’t it work with this one?”

“Because they are two entirely different problems.”, Kita explained calmly.

Unable to stop yourself, you slumped over and buried your face in the workbook, letting out another groan that you didn’t even attempt to hide.

“We should take a break.”, Kita suggested, putting his pen down and taking yours from your fingers.

For a few moments he regarded you thoughtfully, then tapped his fist into his open palm, “I have an idea. Come on.”

He stood up and walked out to the porch, sitting down for a moment to put on his shoes, then turned, obviously waiting for you.

Scrambling to your feet you followed his example.

Pebbles crunched under the soles of your clean white sneakers as he led you around the back of the house to the garden that was mostly taken up by vegetable plots.

Kita took a pair of flowery gloves hanging from a fence post and held them out to you. Confused, you took them and watched as he grabbed a second, equally flowery pair from a chair that sat between a few tomato plants and put them on, crouching down and looking at you expectantly.

“W…hat are we doing?”

“Weedin’.”, he said as if it was obvious and began pulling delicate little green things out of the soil at his feet.

“Why?”

“Because whenever I’m stuck there is nothing like a bit of manual labor to clear my head. Come on, try it.”

You rolled up the sleeves of your school uniform and slipped into the gloves. They felt as rough on the inside as they looked on the outside.

Careful not to step on any greens you joined him and bent down to copy his movements.

“Oh no, don’t do that.”, he remarked immediately.

“But you just told me-”

“No no, I mean, don’t bend down like this, ya’ll hurt yer back in no time. Try crouching like so.”

You swayed a bit as you did, the pose feeling unnatural and unsteady. But he nodded approvingly and quite frankly, that was all you needed. You began pulling little sprouts here and there, amazed by how fast he worked.

“Be sure to not use too much force at once or the roots will stay in the ground and the weed will just regrow.”

You nodded, tongue sticking out between your lips in concentration.

Wanting to impress him, you grabbed a particularly large weed in front of you and pulled. It resisted, so you added your second hand and pulled again, wiggling a bit from side to side.

It finally came free but you also plopped down on your chubby butt next to a tomato plant, holding the thick white stem out to him.

“That was a nasty one.”, you announced proudly, hoping for more praise.

Kita turned and blinked, “That’s a spring onion.”

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” You quickly stuffed it back into the earth, covering it with dirt. It stood for a second, then slanted over, the root coming back out of the loose soil.

He stared, then his shoulders shook and then he broke out into laughter. You had never heard him laugh before and the melodious sound sent a pleasant shiver through your body. Although at the same time you wished you could burrow yourself into the earth and never come out again.

“Yer quite the city girl, ain’t ya?”

He was still chuckling when he grabbed the spring onion and placed it next to him. “Don’t worry. I can use that later when I make dinner for us.”

a/n: hey sweet pea, thank you for the kind words and I proudly wear that “giving you Kita brainrot” badge. I hope you like this one 😉

for requests see here

#sunnys school lunches #kita x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #kita shinsuke x you #kita shinsuke x reader #kita imagine #haikyuu kita #kita shinsuke #kita fluff #hq kita #kita x reader #kita shinsuke x chubby reader #kita shinsuke x y/n #haikyuu x curvy reader #haikyuu x y/n

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