#no pro bowl for you sir

[barleyo]

Hii! Merry Christmas<3 Can I request some nsfw for sir nighteye please? He works late and doesn’t get home until really late at night and the reader is kinda sad because they’re lonely without him. Ty :))

All I Want For Christmas.

Sir Nighteye x F! Reader (smut)

A/N: As you can probably tell, I got the request last year during Christmas. Shame on me for taking so long, I truly apologize. You can beat me up if you wish, anon, I wouldn't blame you </3 (also if you noticed re-used writing of mine from other fics in this... mind your business)

Word Count: 1.4k

Tags: Nighteye's real name used, smut, p, handjobs, oral (f receiving), established relationship

The holidays were always hard. Mirai was dedicated to his job, being Sir Nighteye and all, even as the winter months approached. He never forgot about them, per se, but he never made much room for them. He tried to get off of work earlier when he met you, making sure that he would at least see you before you went to bed every night. A call, a text, anything. He did his best, but no matter how hard he tried, work was his driving force in life.

You tried to not let it bother you, you knew the hardships that came with being with a pro hero. You kept that thought in your head as you stood near the oven, bending down to shove your last batch of cookies in. 

You had been baking the whole day in preparation for Christmas. Hoping that Mirai would join you, you had an apron sitting on the dining room table for him, but that hope had faded out at around 9:30 P.M. when you realized it would be another late night of work for him. Your hands trembled a bit, the heat of the pans seeping through your old, worn oven mitts as you transferred a hot tray to your makeshift cookie decoration station.

You slapped icing on the warm cookies, blowing on them as the sweet frosting melted off of the tops. Your table had become cluttered and messy, with icing, sprinkles, flour, and crumbs dusting the tablecloth. 

“Damn it,” you mumbled, slipping your thumb into your mouth after catching a scoop of icing on it. You took a whole cookie, hands fidgeting at its warmth as you struggled to hold it, and took a bite, trying to enjoy yourself as much as you could, despite your husband's absence.

“They look nice.”

“Hmph?" You spun around quickly, hand wiping quickly at the crumbs on your lips. Your eyes relaxed when you noticed the familiar green tufts of hair and golden eyes before you. “Yeah, I’ve been making them all day.” She held back from adding 'no thanks to you' at the end of her sentence.

“Do you need any help? I don’t have to go into the office tomorrow. I can help out for as long as you need me to tonight.” Mirai offered his hand out to you, but let it fall down to his side when you coldly turned away from him.

“Most of the work is done already, I don’t think I need your help.” You winced at her own words, feeling the venom they were laced with. “I think you should just head to bed. I can handle this."

His stoney face didn’t budge, he clearly wasn’t satisfied with your answer. “I’m sure you can, but I’d like to help you. I enjoy spending time with you, doing things that you enjoy.” Rolling up his sleeves, he began clearing the table of the cookie cutters and mixing bowls, placing them softly in the sink. “I will wash those later, do not worry.” 

You ignored his words and tried to urge him away again. “Aren’t you tired from work? I really think you should go to sleep. Working for so long just to come home and do more work can't be healthy.”

“Is that what this is about then? Me working so long?”

“No, it’s not. And there is no ‘this,’ nothing is going on,” you scoffed, dripping more red icing onto a stray cookie.

There was silence for a moment before you felt arms wrap around your waist, firm but gentle. You placed the icing bag down on the table and tried to look, but your neck couldn’t crane far enough to see him. He slouched down, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I have been neglecting you, haven’t I?”

“Mirai, no, it’s not like that, I know your job is Important. I can’t imagine how hard it is to be a hero, but I just wish…” your voice fizzled out a bit when his large hands started to travel up and down your body, stopping at your chest momentarily.

“That I’d make more time for you? I hear you, dear. I’m not being fair, am I? Here you are, doing all of this alone, and during the holidays. Leaving you alone at a time like this isn’t considerate. Leaving you alone at all isn’t right on my part.”

He licked a stripe over your neck, sucking on the spot softly. His teeth edged the skin, leaving a small purple mark on it. After examining it once more, he let go of you and spun your body around to face him.

“I know you’ve missed me,” Mirai said softly, “I’ve missed you too. Being with you, feeling you, all of it. Can I show you how much I’ve missed you?” 

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Please.”

He used his long, thin fingers to untie the knot at the back of your apron, shooting it down to the floor. He made quick work of your pants too, leaving only your shirt on.

Before he touched you, you quickly made your move and unbuckled his belt, slipping his cock out swiftly.

Giving a few, testing strokes, you held as much of his cock that she could manage in your fist. You went fast, tip to base, knowing he would want to stop to please you instead. He shuttered a bit, hips threatening to snap into your hand. 

“You spoil me," he said softly into your ear, jaw tensing with each stroke, "but right now is not about me. I want to apologize to you, to make you feel good. Let me.” 

You didn't let go, instead you focused on the head of his cock, rolling it in your hands. “Not until you cum. I've waited too long for this."

Mirai took a breath through his nose and huffed at you. "Fine." 

He stopped holding his composure and let himself sink into the pleasure that your hand provided. He could cum quite quick if he let himself go, but his tense nature let him last quite a while in other circumstances. 

His breathing went ragged and sharp. He brought his hips back and forth, fucking into your hand desperately. He pulled your hand off of his dick before he could cum, not honoring your little agreement.

"Hey, you promised," you whined, frustration crossing your face while you looked up at him.

"I know. I am such a liar, aren't I?" His breathy laugh fanned your face, and the small smile he flashed was enough to erase any anger you had in that moment.

He placed his hand gently on your face, tipping your head to look up at him.  "Do you want my mouth, or do you want me to fuck you?"

"Your mouth." You felt his hands manhandle you upwards, placing your body on the table behind you.

"Good. I always like when you choose that option."

His mouth made quick work, tongue already gliding small circles around your clit. 

"Stop moving," he said, pressing his tongue flatly on your mound. Your legs kept pressing together, as if you were trying to push him away. He slipped one hand between your thighs and forcefully held them apart. 

His large tongue slid through your wet folds, slowly teasing through, from your entrance to her pulsing clit. He stopped at your clit again and clasped his lips around it, sucking on the tender bud. He let  dribbles of spit fall from his mouth onto your cunt, only slurp it back up again to keep you wet and messy.

Not hesitating, you reached your hand down and gripped his hair, holding him in place, and rolled your hips onto his face. 

He didn't mind, simply letting a soft laugh escape his lips. It was cute, the way you took what you wanted from him. 

Your legs stuttered as you moved, twitching while moans caught in your throat. Your hands still pushed his face into your cunt. The feeling of his nose nudging your clit sent you over the edge. A sweet wave crashed over you, making you practically vibrate with pleasure.

After your grip on his hair loosened, your husband stood up and looked down at you, eyes peeking past his fogged up glasses.

"So, do you think you can forgive me now?" 

You rolled your eyes at the smirk that played on his lips and shook your head. Rolling over, you pushed your ass up against the tent in his boxers. 

"Not yet."

[chris-hallelujah]

HockeyPlayerBF!Chris who...

*Last one contains light smut MDNI

Word Count: 750

A/N: I've never done a head cannon before so we'll see if I do this right. Also, this was made with NHL/pro level aged Chris in mind.

Makes sure you always have something to wear on game days.

Your closet is essentially half full of Chris' hockey merch. Anything he gets is just as much yours as it is his. He makes sure you have anything you want from the pro shop. He comes home with something new for you almost once a week. Even though you aren't married yet, he loves seeing you in his hockey gear with his last name on it.

Is very aware of how passionate you are about hockey and him.

The referee blew the whistle and skated over to Chris calling a penalty. "Listen, kid, you gotta watch how you-" the ref started to explain.

"ARE YOU FUCKIN BLIND? HE DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH HIM!" You yelled from the bleachers. You had always loved hockey and were very passionate about sports, especially now that you were dating Chris and had some skin in the game.

Chris and the ref looked in your direction. "That your girlfriend?" he asked.

Chris chuckled, "Yes, sir, she gets very into the game." The ref laughed to himself and gave Chris a pat on the back.

"Good luck, kid."

Doesn't let his teammates talk about you.

Most of the guys on Chris' team were assholes. They had a great team bond, but they treated women like shit and often times passed around the same girl. Chris was different. You were different.

Chris walked into the locker room after the game. "Hey Chris, I saw y/n waiting outside! You think I got a shot?" one of his teammates teased.

Chris shoulder checked him, "Get fuckin' lost, that one's all mine."

Makes sure you have the best seat in the house

Your regular seat in the arena might as well have a plaque with your name on it. Chris had worked it out with the coach and box office that the same seat in the front row, lower bowl, middle of the ice was booked for you for every home game. He liked knowing where you were so he could catch glimpses at you as he played. This also made sure you had the best view to watch him play.

Was a bit needy during peak season.

Many nights a week consisted of you giving Chris a massage to help loosen up his sore muscles from a long practice or an aggressive game. You rubbed icy hot on the areas that needed extra TLC and you were happy to wrap up a sore ankle if needed.

Made sure people knew he was taken

Like most athletes, Chris' DMs were full of girls wanting a shot. It bothered you at first but you realized how much of an effort Chris made to let people know he was unavailable. Anytime Chris scored in a game, he immediately found you. If he had an extra second, he'd skate over and blow you a kiss through the glass, letting his hand linger so you could touch your hand to the other side. One time, after he scored the winning goal at a championship game, he threw his stick over the glass for you to catch. But, if there was a far away game or even if he just didn't have a second to break away after a goal, he'd make sure to catch the camera and blow a kiss or do a hand heart so you could see it wherever you were.

He also etched your initials with a heart into his stick and did a stripe of pink tape since it was your favorite color. He was obsessed with showing you off.

Let his game determine how sex would be that night

A winning game meant celebration in your house. After getting back from the bar, party, or however the team decided to celebrate, you and Chris had your own party in your bedroom. His favorite thing was to give you an orgasm for each point he scored that night.

"Come on, ma, I had a great game. You can take another, right?"

However, a bad game usually meant a cranky Chris needed somewhere to put his pent up energy. He'd bend you over whatever surface he decided. Sometimes the bed but usually a countertop. He would pound into you and pull your hair to keep you close to him. A sharp smack to your ass had you a mess and at his complete mercy. Of course you wanted him to do well, but maybe him losing wasn't too bad.

[lovelyiida]

secret relationship with bakugo~

INCLUDES: KATSUKI BAKUGO

WARNINGS: implied fem reader, vulgar language, sexual themes

MASTERLIST

WORDS: 1.8K

Bakugo is known for his heartbreaking nature as a pro hero. Since he has been in many open relationships, each is heavily surveyed by the media at all times.

usually dating other pro-heroes or random A-list celebrities. He has broken, maybe even shattered, everyone's heart.

so when he wrote his number down on the bill you gave him and handed it back to you, you were shocked.

so…he’s into waitresses now?

You were working a long 9-hour shift at a local noodles restaurant located in the heart of the city. Back aching and eyes dry, you give your all as each customer you greet is shown a million-dollar smile.

When the time came 1 minute before closing, you began to untie your oily apron until a loud bell rang. Signaling that someone had just come through the door.

You almost collapse in agony at the sound. Collecting yourself you stomp out the back and head to the front.

“Excuse me! I'm sorry but we're--" As you saw the person standing patiently at the front, your words caught in your throat.

Pro-Hero Dynamight?

His red eyes pierced yours as he stared at you. Your eyes travel down his body, his hero suit still on, a little torn and muddy, must've had a little tussle.

the rumors are true, he's way more attractive in person. His toned muscles were drenched with sweat as you watched them glisten in the city lights.

you now understand why he gets into relationships so easily, even with such a hideous personality, he's drop-dead gorgeous.

as your eyes travel back up to his face, you notice he had a smug grin. Sighing, the pro-hero slowly folds his head back to brush through his hair. He walks towards your figure, as the only thing separating you two is the front desk.

"I know you're closed and all, but you don't mind staying open for a hard workin' hero like myself would ya?" voice deep and strong as it bounced off the walls of the empty restaurant.

Still stunned, you shakily nod. Swiftly returning to the kitchen with quick steps your body crashes into the dish sink, your hands gripping tight into the curved metal. Your body hangs almost limply above the dirty dishes you forgot to wash.

"pro-hero dynamight is in my resturant!" you squealed quietly. you were fangirling quite hard, as this interaction was almost comparable to meeting royalty.

"hello? any fucking day!" the pro-hero yells, snapping you from your daze. you jumped, hurrily grabbing a paper and pen and dash out to the dining floor.

In the back of the room, you can see the pro-hero seated in a corner booth, away from windows.

walking over you look down at him, a pen and paper in hand ready to take his order. "Are you ready?" you politely asked.

"does it look like i'm fuckin' ready? gimmie a sec" he grumbled. It's possible that he would have caught you completely gawking at him if he hadn't been eyeing the menu.

the dim yellow light hanging from the ceiling shines on his sharp facial features. Vermillion eyes glowing, his lips pursed as he's in deep thought trying to choose his next meal.

his lips were so pink and looked so soft, you bet he was a fantastic kisser, there's no doubt about that. you imagined his lips on yours, you imagined how he'd grab your waist and pull you in deeper and deeper until you were gasping for another breath.

god, you wish he could just take you to this dining table right now–

"I'll take this," the pro-hero says, pointing at the spicy noodles.

you snap out of your daze once more, and let out a shy smile.

"coming right up sir!" you take a sharp bow (which makes him roll his eyes) and head into the kitchen to make his meal. after nearly 20 minutes, you serve him a hefty bowl of spicy ramen noodles. "It's on the house" you said with a tired smile.

the hero nods in gratitude and goes to town on his noodles. walking away to stand behind the front desk, still taking your chances for a quick glance at the oh-so-handsome hero.

In another 20 minutes, you were wiping imaginary stains on your counter until the clank of a bowl was heard.

You jump, snapping your neck towards the sound, looking up to see the pro-hero smirking at you.

“Finished. How much?” He says. You tilt your head at the question. “For the food, princess.”

The pet-name sent you into a flustered frenzy. “Oh! Um, like I said it’s on the house…to thank you for your service” you mumbled. This earned a genuine smile from the hero.

Chuckling, he leans in close to you. His arms rest on the counter, toned biceps flexed with ease and his chest tall and forward exuding confidence.

“Y’know I’ve been going here since high school…and I’ve never seen you here before. And I come here often.”

His voice was smug, the tone of his voice smooth like honey as the words from his lips drip-dropped off his tongue with ease.

“Well…I’ve been working here for about a month so–“

“That’s why my noodles weren’t as spicy as they usually are,” He says. This makes your eyes widen "Oh! I’m so sorry! The next one is on the house again-“

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, it was still tasty " he spits. The next time, don’t stare at your customers so hard. Usually not one for stares but…your cuteness makes up for it.”

Before you could react, the hero reaches into his pocket and slams down the exact amount for the food.

“It’s late, get home soon cutie” he says, a small smile on his lips as he flashes a quick wink your way.

Putting his mask on in a hurry, he walks into the darkness of the night.

You stood in shock, gazing at the pro-hero in awe. Did he just call you cute?

Letting out a sigh, you look down to take the cash. Only to realize a pink piece a paper was on top of the cash.

‘XXX-XXX-XXXX consider this as a tip.’

You couldn't even think, he just gave you his fucking number.

After several booty calls and three more “let’s see each other again”, you find yourself laying down in the pro-hero Dynamights' bedroom. Flicking through TV channels, wearing nothing but an oversized Dynamight shirt and a pair of panties.

Pro-hero? Sorry, you meant Bakugo now.

Pressing the remote over and over, the screen flashes quickly. The RGB lights flicker from the screen and into your eyes, you let out a bored sigh.

News? Boring.

Home channel? Not in a interior design mood.

Cooking shows? No point, you can’t get any hungrier.

What’s this? The gossip channel?

Legs swinging off the bed suddenly come to a halt, you noticed it was currently on a hero segment. Talking about some pro-hero Chargebolt? You didn’t know him personally, all you knew was that he bought another damn car.

“Y’know what’s shocking me? It’s been 6 months since we’ve heard any buzz in the dating scene about pro-hero dynamight!” The female reporter gushed.

Rolling your eyes, you stayed glued to the action. Anticipating hearing their opinions.

“I agree! I mean– I’m truly surprised he’s not in a relationship. Maybe he’s finally decided to focus on building himself up in the ranks. Being the #4 hero is good…but compared to last year being in the #2 spot–“

“I’m turning this shit off” you hear your boyfriend grunt. Hair wet and most of his body still wet from the shower, a towel loosely hanging from his waist.

Stomping towards you, he snatches the remote and quickly turns it off. Which earns an exasperated whine out of you.

“I was watching that!” You protested. Bakugo rolls his eyes, “so you were entertained watching random ass people talk shit about me?” He spits.

Lifting yourself off your stomach, you crawl towards the edge of the bed with a giggle. Taking a deep breath, walking on your knees, you reach out to your boyfriend and wrap your arms around him.

“not exactly”

Leaning in to kiss him, he quickly grabs your waist and pushes you into the bed. You laugh at the sudden force, the bakugo crawls on top of you. Tiny water droplets hit your face.

“So is it true?” You asked, your voice softer than it was a mere moment ago. Bakugo mumbles, too busy kissing your neck.

Sighing, you push yourself away, earning an irritant groan. “Is what true, beautiful?” He finally answers.

“You haven’t been dating anyone for more than 6 months, which means we’ve been together for that same amount of time” you say.

“All signs point to yes, why’ya ask?” He says, his body collapsing on the side of you. His muscular arm snakes around your waist and pulls you close to him.

“I don’t know, I’m just shocked…I didn’t know you’d be the waitress type” you say, which makes Bakugo chuckle.

“I know, everyone is so used to me dating the hottest of the hottest I guess, but they’re not as hot as you baby” Leaning in, he plants a quick peck on your lips.

Grabbing his face you go in for another, more intimate kiss. Hiking your leg up against his torso as his hands reach for your bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Pulling away from the kiss on your forehead, looking deeply into his eyes, you laughed. “What?” Bakugo smiled.

“I don’t know…I’m just surprised you chose me out of all those other guys and girls. I like you a lot Bakugo, you know that right?” Your voice soft and attentive rang through your boyfriend's ear like a beautiful symphony.

“I needed change in my life. I wanted to slow down. I was tired of living the fast life, and I wanted to fuckin’ settle” he says.

“I knew walkin’ into that restaurant you were gonna be the one, you were too cute to pass up” he mumbles sweetly, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“So you walked in on purpose?” You chuckled.

“I may have seen you working earlier that day and found you hot. I was praying to any and every god that you would still be there after patrol. And God gave me their blessing” he says.

Sighing, you drop your head into his chest.

The shared bedroom is subdued by a long, comfortable pause.

You never knew Bakugo felt that way towards you. At first you felt like you were just a booty call. After that, you noticed how much you clicked with each other.

From general conversation to sexual attraction, the relationship was solid.

You didn’t know if it was going to last. But now, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world knowing Bakugo planned you for the long-haul.

“Let’s make it official”

Bakugo breaks the silence. Turning your head to him you let out a last gasp. “A-are you sure?” You stuttered.

“Hell yeah, I need to let these fuckers know you’re mine and that I dare anyone to lay a mere pinky toe on you.”

You laugh at Bakugo’s broad statement, cuddling at him you nod.

“Okay, let’s make it official.”

hello everyone!! This was supposed to be headcanons but school is so tiring, currently writing this at 2 AM. You guys are so amazing, walking up to so much support makes me smile everyday. Thank you!!

— lovelyiida<3

[hiskillingjar]

holds out a bowl like a sickly and starving victorian child.... please sir......... fem strade headcanons?? literally anything fem strade??? please...... coughs weakly.... looks up at you with big sad eyes.......... coughs weakly again...........

lmaooooo aw here's your food, buddy <3 eat up (cus i'm eating too)

literally the same as canon strade, just with (slightly) bigger boobs

cis bi long-haired butch

she probably calls herself a dyke just to piss people off and g-d, she's fucked enough girls that she's entitled to it

either a super mellow relaxed lay or the scariest german femdom you can imagine

very similar to canon, basically the neighbour that everyone likes.

she's always doing odd jobs around the neighbourhood, the guys like her cus she can drink a beer with them and get super crass and gross, the girls like her because lesbianism <3

smells of sweat and sawdust and motor oil and cigar smoke

heavy, slightly saggy, big ol breasts...she rarely wears a bra so her nips are always pressed up against her wife beater (dark nips too, don't wear white, girl) (please wear white)

got a nipple piercing in her berlin eurodyke phase

the strap is dragging on the floor. it's got splinters. and you're taking it, whatever hole she has to work with

wields the strap like a fucking pro too and could eat pussy for hours (less of a fan of sucking dick, but meh)

speaking of pussy. full bush. bush that like. blends into her thighs and goes up her tummy as well. thick, wet bush <33

she's got mad body hair as well. super thick all over and she does not do a single thing to it. she's very much a natural kind of girl

calling her daddy is not optional.

you're doing it or she's gonna beat the shit out of you

or maybe you're into that? hahaha, what a sick puppy you are <3

[nekohime19]

Mini Mac # 25 : Pilgrims and marriage proposal

Let's goo for this one, the pilgrims came across a house and they got proposals!

Macaque was sprawled on the sage's cloud, watching the autumn sky darken, the sage's tail wrapped over his body like a fluffy blanket. Wukong was lazily laid behind him, focusing on the clothes he was stitching for Macaque. The tiger skirt was great (Wukong was particularly happy to match Macaque) but, according to the sage, the lil monkey needed a shirt too. As such, the golden-furred monkey took it on himself to create a silk shirt for the lil guy. Macaque looked up at Wukong and snorted, the sage looked so focused on what he was weaving, his tongue darting from the corner of his lips. The black-furred monkey watched him, watching how the fading light fell on his face, how his eyebrows twitched in frustration when he missed a stitch. It was strangely endearing.

“Eugh, how much longer do I have to carry those luggages?” Grumbled Bajie as he threw his head back in frustration.

“It's your job.” Huffed Wukong, Macaque looked down at Wukong's tail draped over his body and began to groom it.

“Maybe we should find a house for the night?” Asked Sanzang as he worriedly looked up at the sky.

“Come on, Master. We're on a journey, the grass is our bed and the night sky our blanket.” Snorted the sage as he stitched the last corner of Macaque's silk shirt, he was very happy about the result and handed it to Macaque excitedly. Macaque took the shirt and smiled, he removed his own shirt (Wukong averted his eyes while he did) and tried the silk shirt on. It fit perfectly, like always. Wukong had fairy fingers after all.

“Thanks.” Hummed Macaque as he felt how soft the silk was, it went well with his tiger skirt. The wind ruffled his ears as he was lazing around on the cloud, Macaque let it mess with his lil ears and listened to its whispers. “A storm is coming though, we should find a house.”

“If the horse was faster we could be in a village instead of nowhere. Aren't you a dragon? Can't you walk faster?” Groaned Bajie.

“Right now I'm a horse.” Happily replied Ao Lie as he shook his jade colored mane. “But I can go faster. I just stick to my horse role.”

“You just said that because you can't go faster.” Huffed Bajie with a teasing smirk.

“Let's not fight, brothers, and try to find a house.” Intervened Wujing with a good natured smile.

“But I can go faster.” Answered Ao Lie matter-of-factly.

“I don't believe you.” Ao Lie frowned at Bajie's statement, Sanzang patted his sides to calm him but Ao Lie was still a bit miffed. He decided to go faster and ran, Sanzang yelped and grabbed the reins tighter.

“Well now we gotta follow him.” Sighed Wujing as he began to run after the horse, Wukong simply made his cloud chase after the pearl-white horse and Bajie groaned before struggling to follow.

Ao Lie stopped himself a few meters before a mansion, once the other pilgrims caught up they all decided to pass the night here. Macaque noticed how Wukong was narrowing his eyes at the house but said nothing. When Macaque tugged at his tail in question, wanting to know why the sage looked at the house this way, Wukong only petted his head reassuringly with the pad of his finger. As such Macaque was certain it was, at least, not a demon's lair.

The house was owned by a widow and her three daughters. They were all flawless, with pearl-like skin, thin rosy lips and doe eyes. They invited them in and served vegetarian food in wooden bowls. Macaque sat on the sage's knee and nibbled on some grains of rice Wukong passed along to him.

“I thank you for your hospitality, madam. What is your noble surname?” Politely asked Sanzang after he made sure to bow for the food, he was perhaps the only one, out of all them, with table manners.

“My name is Jia Mo. My in-laws died recently and me and my husband were given all this fortune but now my husband passed away too and I only have three daughters�� I would like, good sirs, to make a proposal and ask the lot of you to be my daughters' spouses.”

Sanzang froze, eyes widened and spoon lifted mid-air just below his lips. For a moment, Macaque worried the monk turned to stone.

“Master, you have to answer!.” Snorted Bajie as he tugged the monk's sleeve.

“I… well… I thank you for the proposal but I am a monk who follows buddhists teachings, I cannot abandon my journey and my virtue.” Carefully replied Sanzang. Jia Mo wasn't happy about this, her face darkened to the point Macaque wondered if she would kick them out. To quell her anger Sanzang asked : “W-well, is one of my disciples willing to stay? Wukong?”

Wukong whipped his head towards the monk with a betrayed look on his face, he then looked down at Macaque and gulped.

“I.. I am not uninterested in marriage but I… well…not with you.” Tried to explain the sage. For some reason, Bajie barked a laugh at his answer and Wujing hid his chortles in his sleeve. Macaque didn't know why they seemed to be so amused by the golden-furred monkey's answer and promised himself to ask later.

“What is wrong with us that you don't want to marry one of my daughters?” Asked Jia Mo with crossed arms.

“It's not… nothing is wrong with them but I… Maybe Wujing would be willing to stay!” Wujing's eyes widened and he looked at the sage in betrayal.

“I'm not… I follow buddhists teachings faithfully.” When the river demon saw the darkened face of Jia Mo he added : “Maybe Ao Lie would be willing?”

The dragon-horse perked up when he heard his name, mouth full of food.

“No, I'm a horse right now. Do I have to say a name after this ? I don't know, who wants to marry here? Macaque?” Wukong growled at Ao Lie's answer and grabbed the black-furred monkey.

“This will never happen.” Grumbled the sage. “Why not Bajie? He always whines about his ex-wife.”

The back and force kept going for a bit until Bajie decided to stay. All the pilgrims then went outside to go on with their journey without Bajie but Wukong, somehow, convinced them all to stay for a bit. After a few hours Bajie ran out of the house, tied like a sausage. Wukong laughed loudly at the scene, tears nipping his eyes. The daughters and Jia Mo were revealed to be bodhisattvas trying to test the pilgrims’ wills.

“You knew they were bodhisattvas, right?” Asked Macaque once they resumed their journey.

“Maybe.” Chuckled Wukong with arms behind his head.

“Why didn't you say anything?” Whined Sanzang as he clutched the dragon-horse reins.

“This whole mess could have been avoided.” Grumbled Bajie.

“It was funnier that way.”Laughed the sage.

“So Wukong, who do you wanna marry? Because you said you were interested in marriage.” Chirped Ao Lie, genuinely curious about the answer.

Wukong sputtered, cheeks flaming.

“You did say this, elder brother.” Added Wujing with a soft smirk.

“Yeah you did! Who do you wanna marry? Someone you got your eyes on?”Snickered Bajie, glad to be able to get back at the sage. Sanzang said nothing but he looked at the golden-furred monkey with an amused smile.

“I-It's not… obviously it was a ploy!” Tried to explain Wukong while the rest of the pilgrims laughed at his misery.

+ cut scenes

Wukong *after noticing the women were bodhisattvas* : This will be funny if I say nothing and just let them be embarrassed 😁

Wukong *being teased by the pilgrims bc he said he wanted to marry* : I regret entering this house🫠

 

Wukong inner thought when Jia Mo asked if he wanted to marry her daughters : I have to say no but I can't say I'm not interested in marriage, Macaque is here!! 😭

 

Macaque inner thoughts at the end : I didn't know Wukong wanted to marry one day! I want to be invited if he does 😌.

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[princess-of-the-corner]

Oh, What's This? MORE Random Fanfic Quotes!

“Wow, kid, did you lose your respect for your elders in that villain fight? You know, if we hurry, we might be able to find it and surgically reattach it.”

*

The greenet nodded again, his inner fanboy screeching that All Might remembered his words, but that was a very small, distant screech as if covered by several futon.

*

Sir Nighteye looked at the hand, smirked slightly, and adjusted his glasses. “That would be spoilers , All Might.”

The elevator dinged to their destination, and Sir Nighteye bellowed at his employees - both pro heroes, the blond intern, and his support staff - as he approached.

“WE’RE UNDER ATTACK, ALL MIGHT IS THROWING BOWLS OF SOBA AT PEOPLE!”

“I AM HERE, WITH A LATE LUNCH!”

Shrill screaming filled the room.

*

Like any person who has just realised that the sign they passed by had said ‘minefield’, the erasure hero started to feel out his options as he tentatively answered, “… yes…?”

*

“You remember how I said that… it .. is a type of stockpiling quirk?”

“Yes, you said it was like a well full of water…”

“Excellent! Following that analogy, what do you think would happen if you were to pour all that water into a bucket, all at once?”

“It would… oh, and I’m the bucket?”

“You’re the bucket,” All Might confirmed.

There was a pregnant pause on the line as Izuku imagined trying to contain all of All Might’s strength with just his body, his eyes drifting to the ‘food liquidizer’ that sat on his mother’s kitchen bench.

Finally, he answered: “I’m going to need a bigger bucket.”

*

“After all, if I couldn’t trust each and every one of them with the secret of One For All, how could I possibly trust them with children ?”

*

Walking out of the lecture halls adjacent to the school block and orienting himself towards the cafeteria, Izuku swore that his ears still rang with echoes of Snipe’s rapid-fire guns and gun safety brief (which frequently flew into what was eventually a half hour version of gun history with almost literal bullet points as Snipe used examples of ammunition to demonstrate the timeline). His eyes felt strained at the dozens of guns and other props, like bullets and magazines that Snipe had given him for demonstration purposes.

By the end of the gun infodump, Izuku had one thought remaining:

So that’s what that feels like.

*

Mt. Lady:

Honestly I’m just afraid that if I tried to pick up and throw Mirko she’d kick me over the moon, giant or not.

Analyst Kid:

That’s fair.

*

“So, uh, All Might, how do you activate your quirk? Or is there a switch somewhere…?” Izuku asked, one of the questions that had always made him wonder.

The teachers all seemed to be interested too, because they all leaned in a little closer as Izuku asked his question..

“Well…” All Might’s cheeks flushed a little red and the man positively radiated embarrassment as he stepped closer and lowered his voice. “I, uh… I clench my buttcheeks and yell ‘smash’.”

Nezu’s eyes bulged in their sockets as tea came out of his nostrils in twin sprays before he turned into a mess of sputtering and fur, his paws rapidly scraping the liquid from his waistcoat. 

Eraserhead, meanwhile, was staring skywards and trembling like he was struggling to not die from a heart attack caused by second-hand embarrassment. Or he was trying not to burst out laughing at the number one pro and the person that was signing his paychecks. 

Recovery Girl simply fell over and began to cackle.

“I know, okay!? It works, so I never tried anything else!” Yagi let out an aggrieved groan as he heard Midoriya stuff his fist into his mouth to keep himself from laughing.

Nezu blew while holding his paw down over a nostril, flushing out the last of the tea. “Midoriya-kun, I think you should go for another run.”

*

A feeling of ravenous hunger hit Izuku like he owed it money. 

*

Sero changed their nickname to Scotch.

BlueFast : Sero-kun! Alcohol references are inappropriate!

Scotch : It’s a brand of tape, Iida.

BlueFast : … Ah. Of course. My mistake.

[PM Kaminari — Sero]

Kaminari : It’s totally a booze ref isn’t it?

Sero : Duh. He doesn’t need to know that.

*

CutiET : I sleep like a fucking baby, thankyouverymuch.

Kermitdóttir : Getting up every couple hours demanding food must exhaust your parents, ribbit.

*

BlueFast : I will maintain my dedication to my principles!

ModestMouse : Fuck yeah, Iida-kun! You stick to those guns!

BlueFast : … Et tu, Uraraka-kun?

ModestMouse : Iida-kun, my parents own a construction company.

BlueFast : Objection grudgingly withdrawn.

*

ZappySus : Look, as far as I’m concerned my parents have never done any of that stuff and I was left by the stork.

*

ModestMouse: I’m not gonna unpack that right now. I’m just gonna start mixing up rice flour and be glad I was gonna make mochi today anyway.

CutiET: Oh? What’s the occasion?

ModestMouse: The occasion is that we got frigging attempted murdered yesterday and mochi makes me happy.

*

CutiET: Maintaining a regular schedule is crucial to achieving our goals?

BlueFast: Maintaining a regular sched…

BlueFast: Yes. That. Exactly. With no irony.

*

SmallMight : Good fucking luck.

CutiET : WHO TAUGHT HIM THAT WORD!?

*

ZappySus : But you gotta admit it makes things more exciting!

ZappySus : Like an epic battle! But without the likelihood of death!

*

AuxcuseYou: And anyway, Iida, bands name themselves stupid shit all the time. My folks’ band was called Deep Dope for crying out loud.

AuxcuseYou: What does that even mean? Do you know? I don’t. Neither do they, I’ll bet.

*

Invisibitch: How about Shoji though? Bur-ly! 

CutiET: Heck yeah! Gettin’ those huggin’ muscles to level up!

BestHugs: I feel like I have more to offer the world than just hugs.

Invisibitch: Of course you do!

BestHugs: Thank you, Hagakure.

Invisibitch: I’ll bet your piggyback game is on point too!

BestHugs: Oh for crying out loud.

*

CutiET: Mistakes were made.

BlueFast: How do you mean, Ashido-kun?

CutiET: Can’t sleep. Transitive property will get me.

Invisibitch: Mina-chaaaan! It’s Saturday! It’s too early for this!

CutiET: Can’t sleep. Transitive property will get me.

*

Invisibitch: Life’s too short to just sit back and look at what you want!

Invisibitch: Reach out and grab it like you’re a baby koala!

HornBuddy: That’s a super manly way of looking at things, Hagakure!

Invisibitch: Thanks! 

Invisibitch: I think! 

Invisibitch: Though I am, in fact, a woman!

HornBuddy: Manliness has nothing to do with gender! It means living with no regrets!

Invisibitch: That definition of manliness seems dubious, but I like your enthusiasm!

HornBuddy: Good enough for me!

*

ZappySus: Hey, Kirishima, why’re you up on the roof?

Kermitdóttir: What?

ZappySus: He’s up on the roof.

Kermitdóttir: Strange, ribbit.

ZappySus: What the fuck! 

Kermitdóttir: What happened!?

Kermitdóttir: Kaminari-chan?

ZappySus: That gave me a FUCKING heart attack!

Kermitdóttir: WHAT?

ZappySus: He fucking jumped off the roof!

ZappySus: I was freaking out!

ZappySus: Was like “No! Bro! It’s not worth it!”

*

Floofbringer uploaded DeerWithSkunkArtillery.MP4

AveImperator: Holy hell, Koda, how much of this stuff do you have?

Floofbringer: Um, I probably wouldn’t have to stop for a few weeks.

Floofbringer uploaded RaccoonPaperTubeSamurai.GIF

Floofbringer: Or months.

AveImperator: Wow.

Invisibitch: I told you.

Invisibitch: He hasn’t sent me the same thing twice.

Floofbringer uploaded StopTouchingIAmTheNight.PNG

Floofbringer: Years wouldn’t be out of the question, honestly…

*

ZappySus: Is it too late to call in dead?

CutiET: Yes. 

CutiET: Because if you don’t bring me that latte I said I’d pay you for, I will hunt you down.

ZappySus: Noted.

CutiET: The last thing you will see will be glowing yellow eyes. 

ZappySus: Right. 

ZappySus: Got it. 

ZappySus: No need to continue.

CutiET: The last thing you hear, the sound of sizzling.

ZappySus: Help.

*

AuxcuseYou: I’ve got a portable music player with some good speakers as long as that genny will hold out okay, Uraraka?

ModestMouse: I’ll plug it in tonight so it’s all charged up. It should be good for at least three or four hours.

ZappySus: Ahem.

ZappySus: Excuse me, but we have again forgotten that I exist.

ZappySus: It’ll last until the end of time.

*

CutiET: I feel like you’ve got a cheese problem, Aoyama.

Scintillement: I can quit any time I like!

*

SmallMight : I love quirks. They’re the best things ever.

SmallMight : But still. “Nature” gave us nonsense like bodies made out of cement, or the ability to make physics our bitch, or combustion engines built into our bodies.

*

Kermitdóttir : Two days.

Kermitdóttir : I leave port for two days and Hosu burns down.

Kermitdóttir : What the hell, ribbit?

Scotch : Clearly you are the primary deterrent for the League of Villains.

Scotch : You can never leave again.

Kermitdóttir : Well, I mean, I GUESS.

*

“You, uh…You gonna look at us any time soon?” Gus asked later, smirking.

Hunter continued to stare at the ceiling. The tips of his ears were still pink.

“Nope,” he said.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, the uh- the ceiling’s so neglected, you know? I should pay more attention to it.”

*

“He fell down an empty well,” Emira explained with a wince.

“Not empty,” Edric said cheerfully. “There were rocks at the bottom!”

-

Oh my god

[aquato-family-circus]

J HAVE SOOOOOOO MANY COMPTON BOOLE HEADCANONS YOUH AVE NO CLUE. hes literally the cutest girl????? like look at him he's so handsome aww

anyway

um back in the day (his child years) i think he really liked to just sit in large fields and talk to whatever came up to him. just about life. by the river. oh look! an interesting toad. hello, sir!

i have a compton boole daughter oc but i wont spread birdie boole propaganda but like. compton boole is a pro at being a good dad

his house is so cozy and small but like. there's this one wall of just. PICTURES

pictures of sam and dogen, everything they ever made for him, little drawings they did, every christmas card he's ever received

oh on the topic of drawing. i think compton likes to draw. just a little doodle for the silliest goose

The big wall full of photos and pictures is very sweet he likes to keep momentos this is true and real you saw the bowling stuff in his chamber

also love the vision of little freakin baby guy boole sitting in a lovely little field. idyllic. serene.

I like to think Compton really enjoys the novelty of the toddler toys his kid & grandkids played with like ohoho this kitchen set is animal themed how charming [retained a desire for animal themed kitchenware until he eventually did get one for grown ups]. I think a lot about how his original mental world concepts skewed a lot more toward "toybox" than "game show" and the echos you can see of that in the game show itself (building blocks, those wire toys you shove beads back n forth on). Compton likes toys he'd collect them I think. what kind of toys? idk, maybe memoriabilia for a book or show he'd liked growing up and shared w/his kids

[therhythmafterthesummer]

So like Minho. He’s constantly learning his wolf and his relationship with his wolf constantly.

Some of that is prob a big thumbs up from kitten. Like kitten does something and makes the wolf react and wag his tail. Minho starts to understand that as like “yes mate is very pretty. Yes very good. Maybe we should give her love and possibly…pups”(a la the best Drabble). Kitten is pro at uncovering those things and actively “exploits”

But sometimes he just finds weird shit. Like will get hyper possessive when his wolf isn’t satisfied. Like that’s his couch cushion, his bowl of food, his kitten or jisungie. Like most of the time it’s in a very husky having a tantrum way, but has snarled at other packmates before if he’s really not having it. Really did not appreciate anyone else’s scent on kitten (but like not how Channie got because lacking communication but a girl can dream)

But also just to be goofy, Minho develops like a chewing thing. Like starts with normal stuff like pens or jerky, but like kitten comes home and Min is in wolf form chewing on a pair of shoes. She’s caught him just like licking her sometimes because it’s a comfort to him. Chasing the kittens(he can hear they are okay with it). Very good puppy eyes for forgiveness

-🥝

minho is 100% that type of guy whose day is ruined if someone is using the plate or spoon he was planning on using (iykyk) and i feel like his wolf wouldn't be inmune to that. his instincts will just enhance it.

also, obsessed with the idea of minho just chewing things 😭��😭 i'm sure kitten will gift him some chewllery to keep his mouth busy in his human form, as well as dog toys for when he's in his wolf form 🥺

also, minho as a wolf playing with Sir Percival is a mental imagine i didn't know i needed, but it came to me the second you mentioned him chasing kittens 😭

i'm melting. this whole ask is golden

[literaryobsession]

lost || mirio x fem!reader

summary: you saw Mirio Togata’s journey from entering UA to the Shie Hassakai mission

warning: mentions of fighting and death

word count: 2155

chapters: i , ii , iv , v , vi , vii , viii

CHAPTER V- DEKU

"He wants you to introduce Izuku to Sir Nighteye?"

Mirio finally told us the reason why All Might called for him. He left quickly early that day and when Mirio returned, it was time for classes and simply no time for gossip. So we opted to wait until we were back at our dorm.

"Oh right, the first years are allowed to work under agencies that would take them." Nejire remembered aloud, "But not a lot of heroes want to take in first years right now."

Tamaki nodded, "Fat Gum is also quite strict on who he's taking on especially after the attacks made to the hero class. Everyone is on high alert." He bit his lower lip and sighed, "But it will be such a loss if the first years don't get to experience what we have experienced before."

"He's right." Mirio started indulging on his rice, "I have been thinking about it and basically, I'll just have to introduce him to Sir. It will be up to Sir Nighteye if he'd want to have Midoriya around." Then he stopped to ask for my insight, "What do you think, Y/N?"

"You guys are right." Although work-study is such a pain to go through, especially when you're new to it, I think they have to experience it or else they'd lose a lot of valuable time. "But is this just for the boy or do you guys want to introduce the other students to your agencies as well?"

I looked at my friends. They all seem to be in deep thought. Their actions as the Big Three are so important that it can make or break their image.

Nejire pressed a finger on her chin, "We can. We have to but who should we choose?"

Tamaki sunk on his chair, already dreading it. "Troublesome."

"Maybe Eraser Head can help you pick. We can start of with a small number. I mean...if your agencies agree. Let's all ask first." I suggested, chewing on my rice. The Pro Heroes are the ones to allow them anyway, it will be out of our hands after introducing them.

"We can do that. Brilliant as always, Y/N!" Mirio agreed before going off for his third bowl of rice.

"I actually really like the frog girl." Nejire started musing, "And the gravity one, I think they're a perfect addition to the agency."

Then Tamaki breathed out, "They have a lot of classes to make up for, do you think they can do it?" He glanced at us with doubt heavy on his eyes.

"Well, if they want to, they can." I pointed out, finishing my dinner. "We have done it before. They can if they want to. Let's just try, okay?"

Not before long, I felt two strong arms wrap around my shoulders from behind.

"As always, she's right!"

In surprise, I hit Mirio's head with chopsticks. "Mirio Togata!" I yelled out in frustration. Everyone having dinner in the dorm started laughing at our antics. It was quite a habit for him to be physically clingy towards me and I would always be flustered. Everyone in class seem to find it amusing.

Mirio let me go before rubbing his ear, "Sorry." He sent me an apologetic grin. "I'm feeling quite touchy today."

***

Sir Nighteye glanced at us when Mirio finished. He leaned back on his chair before folding his long fingers on his lap, he was quiet.

"So you see, Sir, I bet he's going to be a great addition to the agency!" Mirio stood before him, completely unfazed under Sir Nighteye's scrutiny. "Do you think Y/N and I can bring him over tomorrow?"

Sir Nighteye then transferred his eyes to me. I could have buckled if not for the months of experience I have under him. "What do you think, North Star?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I have seen him before, Sir Nighteye. I think his aura will please you." I informed him, "Midoriya is an energetic boy. He analyzes and he catches on quickly." I had Mirio tell me all about the boy just in case Sir Nighteye would ask me about him.

I was right to come prepared.

Sir Nighteye then nodded, "Bring him over. I'll judge him for myself." He then turned back to his computer.

Mirio gave me a triumphant grin before we left Sir Nighteye's office. "Ah, that got me all sweaty!" He laughed as soon as we were out of the office. "I thought he was going to say no."

Bubble Girl glanced at us from her work station, "I was sure he'd say yes to you two." She gave us a thumbs up before turning her attention to me, "North Star, the additional Shie Hassaikai files are here."

Mirio perked up when he heard, "Is that the yakuza? Are we looking at their cases now?" I haven't exactly told Mirio about it since I don't have much details yet.

I nodded before taking the folder from Bubble Girl, "We're receiving reports of activity around the vicinity and Sir Nighteye wants to know what they're up to. We're suspecting two places where they are located but we can't be too sure unless I get to know one of their glows." I explained to Mirio, who was nodding in understanding.

Mirio asked for the file from my hand and I offered them to him, "So we already have information about them. What are we waiting for? We should go and investigate."

I shook my head, "Too early. Too soon. Sir Nighteye feels there is more to this than criminal activity."

"Specially after the incident with the League of Villains." Bubble Girl added. "Make sure you give Sir Nighteye the files immediately, North Star. We're still waiting for more."

"Sure thing, Bubble Girl." I took the file from Mirio and left them.

We were all early on the train the next day, as Nighteye's agency was an hour away from UA.

"Are you ready, Midoriya?" I glanced over the younger boy who was with us. Mirio looked at him too, flashing him a big confident smile.

"Ah, a bit nervous." Midoriya chuckled softly.

I gave him a smile, understanding how nervous he was. I was too when I first came to meet Sir Nighteye. Mirio also brought me to him simply because he talked too much about me when they first met. Sir Nighteye was curious about the star that Mirio kept on mentioning so I had to come over. He employed me right at that moment.

Mirio didn't have that problem since Sir Nighteye asked specifically for him. The reason why? We don't know but I had always assumed it was because Mirio reminded him so much of All Might.

"Just breathe in and breathe out. Don't forget." I shared the tip with him. Midoriya was hunched on his seat, giving me a sense that he was more worried than he let on.

Mirio leaned down a bit to join in on our conversation. Since I was not that tall, I could easily talk to Midoriya unlike him who had to bend down.

"Listen to Y/N, she gives awesome advice." Mirio winked at me and I rolled my eyes at his play flirting. "She's pretty too, don't you think?"

"Yes." Then Midoriya flushed, "Well, it isn't as though I think she's pretty and I want to be her boyfriend. I admire her and I think it is so amazing that you have such a talented girlfriend! I like you two together! Don't take it the wrong way, senpai!"

"Oh, no no...you have it all-"

But as to be expected, Mirio took it all in a stride, "I'm so lucky, aren't I?"

I wanted to hit him but we were in front of a first year so I will let it slide. But how can he not see how his words were affecting me? How can he not notice how my heart practically wants to jump over to him, offering itself to him?

Midoriya nodded enthusiastically, humoring Mirio.

"Do you like anyone, Midoriya?" Mirio changed the subject and I was just so grateful that he did. The entire train ride focused on Midoriya and the gravity girl that Nejire once mentioned during dinner.

When we arrived in the agency, Mirio and I reminded Midoriya that Sir Nighteye was a strict man but he honored energy and humor above all. If he wanted to be accepted, he had to make Sir Nighteye laugh.

I walked behind the two, putting my bag on my table just outside Sir's office, noting that the reports Bubble Girl usually leaves for me to discuss with Sir Nighteye were not there. Did she report to him herself?

When I jogged over to Mirio and Midoriya, we found Bubble Girl strapped to the tickle machine that Sir Nighteye had in his office. He only used it when things are boring and he needed to bring the humor back in his office.

"Just tell me what will happen, okay Mirio? I'll just check my e-mails." I whispered to Mirio as he and Midoriya watched the scene unfold.

I left Sir's office and went back to my table. Mirio was tasked to introduce the first year to the agency so I won't meddle anymore. I just hope Midoriya will do well on the first impression he will leave on Sir Nighteye. It was crucial.

After a few minutes, Mirio was escorting Bubble Girl out of the office.

"How was it?" I watched as Mirio helped Bubble Girl to her seat, since the other was out of breath.

"Ah, it isn't too good, Midoriya kind of offended Sir Nighteye." Mirio answered me, "They had a discussion about All Might and one thing led to another." It was a well-known fact that Sir Nighteye was a big fan of All Might - his office had a lot of memorabilia just in case someone forgets this fact.

And no one must bring up All Might unless they're ready for a heated discussion.

"Oh no." I bit my lower lip. Let's just hope you find your way out of this, Midoriya.

We heard movement in the office, I feared for the worst but knew Sir Nighteye was a rational man. As soon as the sounds died down, the three of us decided to interrupt.

"I'm hiring him, Mirio." Sir Nighteye announced.

I looked around the room, Sir Nighteye's All Might memorabilia seemed unharmed. There were foot tracks everywhere, even the ceiling. What were they-

Wait. Was he... Whatever Sir Nighteye told Midoriya to do, the young boy did it with the goal to not ruin the merchandise. I stared at the boy on the floor, wondering what kind of abilities he had.

As soon as Midoriya received the stamp, we started cleaning up.

"Sorry." Midoriya piped from the side, cleaning up his shoe prints from the wall. He and Mirio were straightening up the place while I fixed the documents - it was a good thing I know everything on these papers.

"Don't worry about it. You're gonna have such a great time here! Sir is an amazing mentor!" Mirio told him as he fixed the standee, "You alright there, star?" He glanced over to me, walking over and crouching down. "Wow, that's a lot of files. Do you need help?"

"No no, I'm good. Just make sure everything is okay." I told him without tearing my eyes away from the files in my hand.

"Why are you looking, Midoriya?" Beside me, Mirio was grinning from ear to ear at a flustered Midoriya.

"Nothing! I wasn't staring!" The boy denied pretty loudly.

I laughed at his obvious embarassment, does he act a lot like this when he's blushing?

"You're wondering how I managed to get such a pretty girlfriend huh? Or maybe why she even agreed to go out with me?" Mirio supplied different questions, "Or why I was calling her star?"

In his embarrassment, Midoriya managed to mumble, "The last one."

Mirio stood up, loving that he could tell the story again. While he answered the first year, Mirio went back to cleaning up. I listened to how he told the younger boy about the story of how we met, how amazed he was that I could always find him, and that I could tell where he was even when he was doing his best to hide from me.

His voice was always a mixture of being proud, and being ecstatic that he has met someone like me. It felt good that he always sounded that way whenever people asked, Nejire confirms that it was the same manner he answers even if I'm not around. She says that it was even more livelier especially if I'm not around.

And he always ends the story with the same statement he told Midoriya,

"As much as I want to hide myself from everyone else, star always sees me."

[queen-ofsunflowers]

Day By Day: Chapter 8 Preview

The Eye of the Hurricane

A few days had gone by since Ruby and her friends had learned about the Shie Hassaikai, as well as their operation to turn two children’s bodies into Quirk erasing bullets. The Pro Heroes that had teamed up with Sir Nighteye were doing their best to pinpoint Chisaki’s location. According to them, wherever he was, it was likely that Eri and Oscar were there, too. Until they found the kids, though, everyone was to remain on standby. The students were under strict orders to not say anything about their work studies to anyone in case it endangered the operation. They couldn’t say anything to even their closest friends.

That might have been why the work study students were silent that day during hero training. Their focus was almost all on their task at hand as they climbed up a rockwall in Gym Gamma. They were pretty far ahead of the rest of the class, with Midoriya making it to the top first. It made it pretty easy to tell who had started their work studies and who hadn’t.

“Hey!” shouted Bakugo from the bottom, irritated as Ochako and Tsuyu helped pull Ruby over the ledge to stand on top with them. “What’ve you guys been learning?! Tell me!

“Sorry, we can’t!” Kirishima shouted back to him.

Kirishima, Midoriya, Ochako, Tsuyu and Ruby… everyone who was present at the conference would be a part of the mission to save Eri and Oscar. Everyone was pumped and ready to go and save them right at that very moment. But still… it felt like there was still a weight that had settled across Midoriya’s shoulders.

At lunch, it was like he could barely even eat. And since they were forbidden to talk about their work studies, it was impossible to bring it up with anyone outside of them — not the teachers, not their friends. No one. The situation felt like it was too much. Ruby wasn’t sure how long it would take before what he was holding together fell apart.

“Are you sure that you’re okay, Midoriya?” Ruby asked, lightly kicking his foot under the table to get his attention. He jumped, startled and snapped out of whatever trace his thoughts had put him into. He blinked, staring at the silver-eyed girl sitting across from him. “You’re not eating.”

“Uh! Of course I am!” said Midoriya quickly with a hint of panic. He dug into the katsudon in front of him so fast that he nearly choked on it. Iida put a hand on his forearm to get him to stop.

“Are you really alright?” Iida asked as Midoriya swallowed down everything he shoved into his mouth just now with a painful gulp.

“You’ve been acting edgy and depressed ever since you started your work study,” added Todoroki with a slurp of soba noodles.

“Oh, have I?” Midoriya said, confused. “Really?”

“Yes,” said both Ruby and Todoroki in unprompted unison. A moment passed. Midoriya stared down at his bowl. Iida’s expression began to soften, and he held out his hand to his friend to get his attention.

The full chapter will be up on Ao3 on October 7th!

[tomorrowedblog]

Friday Releases for November 1

Friday is the busiest day of the week for new releases, so we've decided to collect them all in one place. Friday Releases for November 1 include Juror #2, Here, A Real Pain, and more.

Juror #2

Juror #2, the new movie from Clint Eastwood, is out today.

“Juror #2” follows family man Justin Kemp (Hoult) who, while serving as a juror in a high profile murder trial, finds himself struggling with a serious moral dilemma…one he could use to sway the jury verdict and potentially convict—or free—the accused killer.

Here

Here, the new movie from Robert Zemeckis, is out today.

From the reunited director, writer, and stars of Forrest Gump, Here is an original film about multiple families and a special place they inhabit. The story travels through generations, capturing the human experience in its purest form. Directed by Robert Zemeckis, screenplay by Eric Roth & Zemeckis and told much in the style of the acclaimed graphic novel by Richard McGuire on which it is based, Tom Hanks and Robin Wright star in a tale of love, loss, laughter and life, all of which happen right Here.

A Real Pain

A Real Pain, the new movie from Jesse Eisenberg, is out today.

Mismatched cousins David (Jesse Eisenberg) and Benji (Kieran Culkin) reunite for a tour through Poland to honor their beloved grandmother. The adventure takes a turn when the odd-couple’s old tensions resurface against the backdrop of their family history.

Absolution

Absolution, the new movie from Hans Petter Moland, is out today.

An aging gangster attempts to reconnect with his children and rectify the mistakes in his past, but the criminal underworld won’t loosen their grip willingly.

Aftermath

Aftermath, the new movie from Patrick Lussier, is out today.

Trapped on Boston’s Tobin Bridge after a bomb explodes, a former Army Ranger must use his elite training to save his sister and fellow hostages from a group of vengeful ex-military contractors led by an unhinged war criminal.

Blitz

Blitz, the new movie from Steve McQueen, is out today.

Sir Steve McQueen’s “Blitz” follows the epic journey of George (Elliott Heffernan), a 9-year-old boy in World War II London whose mother Rita (Saoirse Ronan) sends him to safety in the English countryside. George, defiant and determined to return home to his mom and his grandfather Gerald (Paul Weller) in East London, embarks on an adventure, only to find himself in immense peril, while a distraught Rita searches for her missing son.

The Gutter

The Gutter, the new movie from Isaiah Lester and Yassir Lester, is out today.

Walt (Shameik Moore) is an unemployed underachiever who discovers a newfound talent for bowling. Encouraged by a barfly named Skunk (D’Arcy Carden), he launches a pro career to save the local bowling alley from foreclosure. With his powerful rolling skills and unconventional style, Walt becomes an unlikely bowling hero – much to the chagrin of legendary champion Linda “The Crusher” Curson (Susan Sarandon).

The Carpenter

The Carpenter, the new movie from Garrett Batty, is out today.

Nazareth, 29AD. A rage-filled fighter becomes an apprentice to a mysterious Carpenter, compelling him to pursue his greatest potential.

The Eye Of The Salamander

The Eye Of The Salamander, the new movie from Pavel Nikolajev, is out today.

A nutty archaeology professor pokes his nose into the wrong Aztec artifact.

Farmagia

Farmagia, the new game from Marvelous and XSEED Games, is out today.

Command an army of monsters in this all-new action game featuring character designs by famed manga artist Hiro Mashima. Take a stand to free the people of Felicidad as a Farmagia named Ten when monster farming, adventure, and hectic battles come together in an epic tale of rebellion and friendship.

Still Praying

Still Praying, the new album from Westside Gunn and DJ Drama, is out today.

You Only Die 1nce

You Only Die 1nce, the new album from Freddie Gibbs, is out today.

[souridealist]

so a couple of different stories I've enjoyed recently were rattling around my head at the same time, and then my wife encouraged me (sang Hmm) and now I present to you: the final fantasy vii party watching Hazbin Hotel

(contains Hazbin Hotel spoilers, and also, is probably incomprehensible if you haven't seen hazbin hotel. also I haven't finished rebirth yet so it's possible this alludes to some stuff in the original game that rebirth has yet to cover, I don't know)

they have to stop for at least twenty minutes after "more than anything" because Barret is gone. he's gone. full-on sobbing on the couch. goes through half a box of tissues while aerith pats him on the shoulder. only the fact that marlene is asleep saves her from getting snuggled for an hour.

ever after he will tell you his favorite character is Charlie out of how hard he is relating to Lucifer yeah.

Aerith's favorite is absolutely Angel but like. in a way where she initially just though he was hilarious and she loved his lack of fucks and then episode four hits her with "It's not an act! It's who I need to be!" and she's just sitting there on the couch like WOW OKAY WAS NOT PLANNING TO GET CALLED OUT BY AN ANIMATED SPIDER TODAY

Tifa's favorite absolutely one hundred percent actually is Charlie

she just really likes the cheerful warmhearted compassionate girl

who says fuck

and was raised in a miserable slum but still sees joy in life and chooses to reach out to people

and has long braided hair down her back

that's just a character she finds really appealing is all

Red at the back of the room very quietly choosing violence: "There's a surprise."

(for all that Aerith rags on Cloud for being an idiot, I'm not sure she actually manages to run this math)

speaking of Red he kind of finds the whole thing extremely human and bemusing but when asked to pick a favorite he thinks it over very carefully and decides on Husk

and given how bad Husk actually is at maintaining the disaffected thing, yeah Red is telling on himself a little too

Cloud is actually not having a great time because between the really frank sexuality and the bleak humor the show is pretty significantly beyond his comfort level but he's not willing to like. actually admit that.

he also really hates Alastor. nobody but Yuffie actually likes Alastor but Cloud in particular just absolutely refuses to countenance that a single thing Alastor does could be anything besides him playing every single other character completely heartlessly and insincerely and to their detriment

neither the general anti-Alastor consensus nor the mass booing of the Vees is what has Cait Sith going "ha ha ha hoo anyway I'm gonna go wash the moogle, aye?"

that's episode six, when he finds himself actively bowled the hell over with envy for Emily's innocence

he still catches enough of the last two episodes to catch Alastor's total breakdown in the finale about coming to care for these people

hoO! he has something to do anywhere else suddenly! goodnight guys good talk good show

meanwhile Yuffie's entire reason for being the single pro Alastor representative is that she appreciates that he's got style. in, you know, a creepy old man way

she absolutely does not understand significant chunks of angel's dialogue but she is RAPTLY interpreting the context clues

Cid is honestly just waking up for the songs (yuffie is in charge of kicking him when his snoring gets too loud) but he does genuinely like the songs

he actually enjoys Adam because he likes that musical style best and also finds Adam funny, and like. the guy is funny. but Tifa and Aerith are both judging him a little

he does NOT notice this

he does have another favorite when asked and it's Sir Pentious. it's the blimp, he respects a good blimp.

Vincent is hanging out at the back of the room but everybody kind of assumes he isn't paying attention until someone looks over during "Out for Love" and realizes he is silently but openly weeping into his collar

he already liked Vaggie best but after that one he's really attached

rate of party members who eventually end up humming at least one song from the thing: 100%.

[mymagicisland]

Reference | Lee Mujin

Spotify | Lyric Video

Korean Title: 참고사항 | 이무진

Album: Room Vol. 1

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

듣고 싶지 않은데 I don't want to hear it

듣고 싶지 않은데 I don't want to hear it

자꾸 귀에 들려오네 (듣고 싶지 않은 말들) But I keep hearing it (Things I don't want to hear)

웃고 싶지 않은데 I don't want to laugh

웃고 싶지 않은데 I don't want to laugh

입꼬리를 올려야 해 (웃고 싶지 않은 얼굴들) But I have to raise the corners of my mouth (Faces I don’t want to smile at)

듣고 싶지 않은 말들 Things I don't want to hear

웃고 싶지 않은 얼굴들 Faces I don’t want to smile at

[Pre-Chorus]

당당히 하나 말씀드리자면은 To tell you one thing proudly,

우리 마음 하나하나 다 소중한 거예요 Each and every one of our hearts is precious

존중받아야 해요 We need to be respected

[Chorus]

네 선생님 그리 말씀하셔도 Yes, sir. Even if you say that

남의 밥그릇 뺏으면 안 되냐 셔도 Even if you ask me ‘Can't you steal someone else's bowl*?’

화를 내셔도 저는 그게 싫어요 Even if you get angry, I don't like that

여러분의 말씀은 그저 그런 참고사항일 뿐입니다 What you're all saying is just a reference

[Verse 2]

저는 그게 싫어요 I don't like that

난 그런 게 싫어요 I don’t like things like that

이게 맞지 않나요 Isn't this right?

우린 그게 싫어요 We don't like that

[Pre-Chorus]

당당히 어깨 쫙 펴고 고개 들어라 Confidently stretch your shoulders and raise your head

우리 마음 깊이 뿌리내린 꽃봉오리 The buds that are deeply rooted in our hearts

존중받아야 피어나 Need to be respected to bloom

[Chorus]

네 선생님 그리 말씀하셔도 Yes, sir. Even if you say that-

남의 밥그릇 뺏으면 안 되냐 셔도 Even if you ask me ‘Can't you steal someone else's bowl*?’

화를 내셔도 저는 그게 싫어요 Even if you get angry, I don't like that

여러분의 말씀은 그저 그런 참고사항일 뿐입니다 What you're all saying is just a reference

[Bridge]

뭐 무슨 말인지는 이해했어요 I understand what you mean

또 어떻게 해야 할지도 나 잘 알겠어요 And I also know well what else to do

솔직하고 담백한 표정을 지어도 Even if you make an honest and plain face,

그대는 속이 텅 비어있어요 You're empty inside

저는 그게 싫어요 I don't like that

[Chorus]

네 선생님 그리 말씀하셔도 Yes, sir. Even if you say that-

남의 밥그릇 뺏으면 안 되냐 셔도 Even if you ask me ‘Can't you steal someone else's bowl*?’

화를 내셔도 저는 그게 싫어요 Even if you get angry, I don't like that

여러분의 말씀은 그저 그런 참고사항일 뿐입니다 What you're all saying is just a reference

네 여러분 장단이* 너무 많아요 Yes, everyone, there are too many pros and cons

심지어 말이 되는 장단이 하나도 없어요 What’s worse is that there isn’t even one that makes sense

생각이라고는 찾아볼 수 없는 Something that’s beyond one’s imagination,

여러분의 말씀을 그저 그리 참고 살아갈 뿐입니다 I just endure whatever you all say and live on

[Outro]

여러분의 말씀은 그저 그런 참고사항일 뿐입니다 What you're all saying is just a reference

Translation Notes: [1] 'Can't you steal someone else's bowl?' -  'Bowl' here actually means food or 'the means to live'. [2] The word '장단이' is taken as coming from '장단점' and therefore translated as 'pros and cons'.

[partial-bouquet]

(The murderer walks in on columbo playing wii bowling) “Oh! Sorry I didn’t see you there. Your brother let me in and I’ve just been passing the time. You know the other night I was talking to my wife, and she’s a really good at this, and all the other Wii Sports games too! A true pro! So she hears about me having broken the TV because I forgot to put on the wrist strap—which again I am really sorry about again sir—I do see you replaced the TV though, it’s very lovely. Mrs Columbo does a whole crash course for me in how to play the game right! It took a little while and a few failures but I think I got it down! Just look at me go!”

honestly in a columbo modern au im not sure whether he would be THE king of wii sports bowling or if he would forget to put on the wrist strap and accidentally throw the wii remote into the tv on his first try.....both possibilities frighten me

[the-football-chick]

😮

IG:cbssports

[holylulusworld]

Take my breath away - Kinktober 29

Written for @charmed-asylum​‘s “Promptthebreakschallenge“

𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝟙: DEALER CHOOSE: A: 61. “There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.” // 17. “| swear it was an accident. //”18. “YOU DID WHAT?!” // 24. you’re not as funny as you think you are // 35. stop laughing at me // 42. how have you survived this long by yourself? // 49. “At least I didn’t break any laws.”

Summary: Your boss acts differently today.

Summary: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: daydreams

Warnings: angst, language, Bucky being an awful boss (mentioned), enemies to lovers (kinda), kissing

Words: 1,2 k

Kinktober 2022

Why I kidnapped my boss? That’s a good question. Have a seat. Grab a snack. Get comfortable.

“Ms. Y/L/N, get over here,” right when you want to press enter to save the first lines of your story, your boss yells at you again. “Hurry up. I don’t have all day.”

“Yes, Sir,” you grit your teeth. If only you didn’t need the money. “Only a few more months. You can do this.” You’d like to tell yourself, one day you will leave this lousy job behind and start a new life.

“I said, hurry up,” this time your boss barks in your direction. “I swear, you are the worst assistant I ever had.”

“And you are the worst boss I ever had.”

“What?” he furrows his brows.

“What?” biting your tongue you try to hide that you mean every word. “I said, what can I do for you, boss.”

“Hmm…,” your boss watches you get up from your desk to walk toward his office. “At least you get me the right coffee. That’s a pro.”

“Uh-you told me more than once how you like your coffee. It’s not rocket science to get the right coffee, Sir,” damn, sometimes you just can’t stop babbling. 

“Sit,” James Buchanan Barnes, the devil himself says. “I got a problem with my smartphone. I mean, it’s not really a problem. Rather a matter of relocation.”

“Relocation?” you cock your head. “I don’t think I understand what you want to tell me, Mr. Barnes.”

“I dropped my phone into the toilet bowl,” he huffs as you stare at him, mouth agape.

“YOU DID WHAT?!” you squeak. How can he drop his phone into a toilet bowl? “How? Why? What now?”

“Uh-I need you to get it out,” now you chuckle. “Stop laughing at me, Ms. Y/L/N! That’s inappropriate. It’s your job to assist me. So, go to the restrooms and get my phone.”

“I didn’t laugh, Sir,” a snort fights its way to the surface.

You struggle to keep a straight face while staring at your boss. He’s still an ass, but right at this moment, he looks like a little boy begging you to get his favorite toy back.

“I just asked myself how you manage to drop your phone into the toilet bowl. Did you want to stream something?”

You grin. 

“No.”

He glares at you.

“Maybe you wanted to play a game and your phone just slipped out of your hands. Or you were busy with something more…” you snort. It’s hard to fight the smirk wanting to creep onto your face.

“You’re not as funny as you think you are,” he slams his fist onto his desk, making you flinch. “Go and get my phone.”

“Eek, no! Maybe you peed onto the phone,” pursing your lips you look at your boss. “I’m your assistant but I won’t put my hand into a toilet bowl for you, Sir. That’s a hard no.”

“A hard no?” now he smirks. “Interesting. Didn’t take you for that kind of girl.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

You size your boss up.

“You know, the kind of girl knowing about hard and soft limits. A naughty girl,” he grins. His blue eyes seem to be glued to your face as you shift in your seat.

“Maybe call a plumber or ask the janitor to help you.”

Work dragged on for a few more hours before you were finally allowed to leave your workplace. Luckily, your boss didn’t bother you for the rest of the day.

“Ms. Y/L/N, can you come to my office,” right when you wanted to leave the office, your boss calls for you once again.

“Great. Just great,” you huff.

“Ms. Y/L/N!” he says a little louder. “NOW!”

“Coming, boss,” you put on a fake smile before following him toward the office. “What can I do for you?”

“I swear it was an accident,” he points at the papers you handed him a few hours ago, now soaked, with coffee. “Can you print the papers for me again before you go?”

“How have you survived this long by yourself?” you look at the ruined papers again. “I can print them again for you. Just give me a minute. It’s not a big deal.”

“You’re too kind,” there is something in his eyes before it’s gone. You shake your head, believing you imagined things. “Thank you, doll.”

“I-“ frowning you look at your boss. He never called you anything but Ms. Y/L/N. Now it’s doll? “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be waiting for you then.”

You walk out of the room, wondering what happened to your grumpy and loud boss today. He seemed to be lost in thoughts.

“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person. How can he mess so many things up in just one day?” you grumble as you make your way back toward your desk. “I should just leave him to his mess. He doesn’t even know that I have his back every day.”

“Doll, can you get me a coffee too? I need to work a little longer tonight,” Mr. Barnes calls from his office. “Please.”

“Please?” huffing you open the document you need to print again. “I didn’t think he knows the word please.” You press print and get up to get the printed pages.

“Come on, do your job,” you impatiently wait for the printer to do its job. “What’s wrong with you?” You kick the printer. “Fuck you! Do your job.”

“Something wrong? Y/N?”

Shaking your head, you check on the printer and ignore your boss. It won’t print the needed pages, so you kick it again, and again until it makes an odd noise.

“I think you broke the printer, Y/N,” he chuckles as you still fight with the printer. “Doll, leave the poor machine alone. We can print the pages tomorrow. It’s fine.”

“At least I didn’t break any laws,” laughing you slap the printer one last time. “That’s a pro, right?” You look at your boss, expecting him to throw insults at you or fire you.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

You blink a few times as your boss starts to run his fingers through his short strands. “What do you mean, Sir?”

“This,” he gestures between you and him. “I can’t ignore my feelings any longer,” you yelp as he almost pounces on you.

You stare at your boss as he cups your face. He bumps the tip of his nose against yours, smiling as you look at him like a deer in headlights.

“Sir?”

“Bucky,” he whispers. “Call me Bucky.”

“I-“

He leans in to press his lips to yours, moaning as you whimper against him.

“Open your mouth,” he purrs against your lips, tongue sliding over your lips, tongue, and the inside of your open mouth. 

You close your eyes, whining and moaning as you give in to the feeling of Bucky’s lips against yours. Your pulse quickens, and you feel warm. 

“Y/N,” breathing heavily you feel like you can cum only from the way Bucky kisses you. “Y/N!” your eyes flutter open, and you lift your head from your desk. “What are you doing here so late?”

Your boss stares at you with angry steel-blue eyes.

“I-I think…uh-I fell asleep…” you watch him storm off. “What did I just do? How can I dream of that bastard?”

“Miss Y/N to my office,” Bucky barks. “I think we should talk about a few things…”

Part 2

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