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bakugohoex · 4 years ago

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“i hate your old friends”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: language, kissing, misogyny

word count: 2500+

a/n: just something i was thinking of this morning, it’s probably very tapped but we move

summary: in which bakugo gets a visit from some old friends, making remarks about you and the other girls, a much more angrier bakugo realises that his past friends never grew up in the past months and he as sure as hell wasn’t letting some idiots talk about his girl in that way

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The late afternoon had brought an unknown chill to the class, you all had decided to go into town after a long training day against each other. Bakugo’s arm was around your shoulder, holding onto your much smaller frame. Your head leaned against his side which fit perfectly into him, talking to Kirishima who was complaining about how injured he felt after being knocked into a wall by you.

“That’s why my girl is so much better than you, shitty hair.” Bakugo mocked laughing with his head tilted backwards. The walk was short enough, the class converging into little groups themselves.

“Your girlfriend is an exact copy of you fighting wise.” Sero remarked remembering how you truly were a sweetheart but when fighting you became a Bakugo clone with anger and shitty talk to back you up with your ferocious quirk.

You turned to the boy pouting, “you don’t need to be so mean.”

Sero laughed along with the other boys a scowl on Bakugo’s face at the implications, “hey, you should be glad you’re a copy of me.”

Giving a disgusted face he rolls his eyes grabbing you closer towards him. His body always felt so warm, soft even but the look of disgust at being dragged along was evident in his scarlet eyes. “We’ll meet back in an hour.” Momo said as everybody began going their own way.

Bakugo and you were the only ones left, he had let go of your shoulder, putting his hand out for you to take. “Where do you want to go shitty woman?” He muttered knowing for the next hour he would just be dragged around.

“I want to buy some new shirts and I need to get some manga’s that have come out…” You began to think what else you needed to get, “oh yeah, I need to get some jewellery as well, we can get you some rings, they’ll look good on you.” You had said the last part touching his fingers with your other hand.

“Whatever.” He grunted dragging you into some stores, helping you pick out new tops and other jewellery, it was all a lot calmer with the boy. He tried to make you buy an ugly red and yellow shirt, but you refused at how gross it looked.

“Suki it literally looks like someone puked up on it.” He had put it across his chest as you were carrying some bags.

“And I’m the one who gets shouted out for being mean.” He grabs the bags in your hands having chucked the ugly shirt to the side and re-grabbed your hand.

“Hey.” You punch his arm as he shakes his head. “There’s rings over there.”

Dragging him along, he follows a lot more unwillingly, you look through the silver rings, and necklaces. “This would look nice on you.” He holds up a ring with a red diamond inside, it was all cheap jewellery, but it did look nice.

“Yeah, I might buy it.” You said attempting to grab it.

He stops you as you tilt your head in confusion, “I’ll get it for you.”

“You…”

He interrupts you, “I want too, it might not be that much but one day I’ll buy you a real diamond.”

You smile at the boy, a grin even at the boy who hadn’t looked back at you, continuing to skim through the rings. But all you could look at was him, how his eyes were fixated on the rings, they were all pretty but on his veiny calloused fingers they’d be immaculate.

“I want these.” He takes out the rings, the silver that would fit nicely across his fingers, he just wanted your approval and your nod indicated that you liked them as well. “Come on, baby.” He takes your hand, grabbing you closer to his body as you stand in line.

You leant your head against his broad chest, his arms around your waist as you held the items. Maybe you had gone overboard with buying clothes, but the look of love Bakugo had when you had worn each item made you want them all. He grabbed the bags from the floor as you went to the counter putting them across. Taking some cash he passed it and took the bags for that as well, he definitely looked like a man being dragged by his girlfriend. Your empty hands as he held the bags and your hand looked like a scene, but he didn’t care if he looked like some sort of simp because it was all for you.

“We only have about 10 minutes lef…” You were interrupted by the sound of two boys, you didn’t recognise and by the look on Bakugo’s face neither did he.

“Bakugo.” They both shouted, both turning around to be met with two boys, one with grey black hair that went up to his shoulders and another with much shorter hair.

Bakugo looked confused as ever and he hated how his time with his girlfriend was being interrupted. “Bakugo it’s us.” The one with much shorter hair said.

Bakugo remained ever more confused, “who are you again?”

The look of confusion between the three boys was evident at how Bakugo had clearly forgotten who they were , “we went to middle school together.” The other boy said.

“Oh yeah, extra #1 and extra #2.” You tried to hide the small laugh at how Bakugo really remembered them as that and even then, probably only remembered having two friends and not who they actually were.

Before you could ask their actual names, you heard the shout of Mina running up to you with a lot of bags. “Mina don’t you think you went a bit overboard.”

“Really me, isn’t your boyfriend the one carrying your 10 bags, some of us aren’t lucky enough to have a man.” She fake wiped a tear before showing you the shirts she had, one catching your eyes, the ugly red and yellow shirt. Maybe it would work on her, maybe.

Momo and Jirio were the next to reach the two of you, “who are they?” Momo questioned pointing at the two boys who were trying to converse with an unamused Bakugo.

“Some extras I used to know in middle school.” Bakugo muttered back.

Momo turned to you and you shrugged looking at what she had gotten, in what seemed like less than a second, the whole class seemed to have come back, and you could see Midoriya eyeing up the two boys. You stood along with the girls unable to show your items at how Bakugo’s grip remained tight on the bags. Midoriya began walking over and you watched the scene take place.

“Kacchan, oh hey guys.” Midoriya, always the sweeties walked with a smile on his face, he’d grown a lot since his crying days and even then, through the tears there was always something strong to him.

“Woah Bakugo, you actually hang out with this loser.” At the sound of the one word you all looked wide eyed. Iida was about to say something but Bakugo spoke up instead.

He looked at you and you nodded, “I was with my girlfriend before you shitty extra’s interrupted us.”

“Woah, which one’s your girlfriend.” They both scoured the group of girls, eyeing each of you up and down like a piece of meat. They reminded you too much of the little grape head who had been trying to sneak into the bags to see if you had bought any lingerie.

“It’s got to be the one with the biggest boobs.” All your eyes flickered red; anger filled through the girls as you wanted to kill them in a flash.

Bakugo seemed pissed, not only had they looked at you with their disgusting eyes, but they were making remarks about his girlfriend's chest size. “We should all get going.”

Midoriya tried to calm down the situation, seeing the fury between the girls, specifically in your eyes but also the anger that looked to boil along Bakugo’s face. “No, why don’t we invite our old friends to UA, show them how an actual pro hero is made.”

You knew what Bakugo was doing, he was pissed. He knew he was better than them, he knew he had it all, the flashy quirk, the looks and even the girl but here he was in front of two random guys and he felt like they didn’t understand how much better he actually was.

“Katsuki, why not leave it fo…” You began to speak but he interrupted you once again.

“We’ve got time and the rest of the day off Y/n, we can show them the dorms, have a little chat.” You knew what the little chat indicated, him beating them to a pulp if it was necessary.

They looked between you and Bakugo and you were worried, it was easy enough to get them through if they came in with other students but the idea that Bakugo might hurt them worried you. You didn’t say anything and Bakugo started walking ahead, the two boys following behind him. It felt like a glimpse into the past, they were never his friends, you could tell, more an entourage who encouraged the behaviour.

Walking over to Midoriya you began asking him questions, “what were they like back in middle school?”

Midoriya hesitated scratching the back of his head, “umm…well I guess…mean really, don’t get me wrong Kacchan is a lot better now mainly because of you but back then he was a bully and those two would follow him around just as they’re doing now.”

Bakugo had noticed you talking to Midoriya, but so fuelled with anger he began to think you’d see his old side, even if little had changed, he’d become better around you, nicer to you. But the two extras following behind him, it pissed him off. “Wow Bakugo, the girls are really hot, you can’t just be sticking to one when you have such a wide range.”

Momo felt disgusted being talked about in this manner and Ururaka tried to bring comfort but being talked about as if you were a flavouring of ice cream was pretty unsettling. “You’ve got to admit it, the one whose around Midoriya is the hottest, why would she be around a loser like him though?”

Bakugo’s knuckles became whiter at the sound of them talking about you, his brows furrowed together and the bags in his hand would snap if he held them anymore. “Katsuki.” You whispered walking quicker to reach him up ahead, the two boys had noticed this action watching at how you stood beside him, even saying his first name. “Are you okay? We don’t have to do this; we can just leave them.”

The entrance of the dorms were near but even then, you could always tell them to fuck off, but Bakugo stayed adamant. Overhearing more of their conversation as your face fell white, “even if Bakugo could get her, she looks like a slut, she’s probably slept with the whole class.”

It was the final straw for the boy, just outside the walls, Bakugo dropped your bags. Giving a small look of apology before grabbing the two boys collars with both his hands and pushing them into the concrete. “If you ever speak about my fucking girlfriend like that ever again, I will kill you.” He lifted the two up before hitting them back onto the concrete.

“Katsuki, leave them.” You tried to calm him down, but he looked even more pissed. Those words they had spoken, you a slut, his girl, his gorgeous girlfriend was worth so much more than they are ever. “They don’t mean anything.”

You grabbed his hands, rubbing circles around his fingers as Kirishima helped the two boys and with Denki sent them off to leave. They seemed scared, pissed even but the look of horror at the class who seemed to acknowledge Bakugo’s strength spoke out more. They had realised Bakugo had grown a lot in these months, that to you he would never act the way he had acted prior.

Kirishima was the one to speak up first as everybody had started walking towards the dorms, you grabbed some bags and Bakugo took the others. He didn’t meet your eye but listened to the red head, “those friends of yours are real dickheads.”

You nodded in agreement, walking through the doors to feel the warmth surround you. “I hate your old friends.”

It was an acknowledgement that Bakugo was glad he felt as well, “they were never my friends, just stupid extras, you’re my friend.” Bakugo admitted to Kirishima who gave a toothy smile.

“Of course I am, we all are.” He smiled before excusing himself seeing how Bakugo needed some sort of comfort.

“Let’s go up to my room.” You put your hand out, it was a hand that had brought so much love and warmth in the months you had been dating. He grabbed it bringing it to his lips, kissing each and every knuckle individually.

Walking to the room in silence, you finally dropped the bags, the boy collapsing onto your bed in a heavy sign. “Kirishima’s right, they are dickheads and you’re worth so much more than them.” You spoke comforting him; he opened his arms out allowing you to rest on his chest, his arms around you.

“I shouldn’t have let them say all that shitty stuff, I didn’t care what they said about the girls or even the brat Deku, but they spoke about you as if you were replaceable as if you were some sort of whore and I just couldn’t stand for that.

It was a confession, something that made the blond vulnerable in your arms, but the soothing pleasure he felt having you in his arms would relieve all the pent-up anger. “They don’t deserve to even have known you baby, you have all of us and I’m never leaving you for anybody. You’re stuck with me.”

He smiled, not a smirk or coy look, a genuine smile at the girl he loved, “i guess, if I have to have you forever.” Giving a small chuckle at the boy, you looked up to his face, lifting yourself up to encase his body between your arms and moving your face to face his own.

“Was this all a ploy to get me into bed?” He gleamed as he lifted his head up to make your lips touch.

The kiss was faster with pace and lust, he still needed to discharge all the anger and what better way than through you. His perfect little girl who’d do anything for him, who loved him and made him, the man who had been incapable of caring for another person, love. He held your arms before flipping you onto your back, his own mouth still attached to you. But now his body trapped yours underneath, as much as he hated having you on top, seeing how perfect you looked on top had become an ingrained image now in his head.

Tongue against tongue, mouth against mouth, hands in hair and others on your bodies. It was love in the purest form, no words only actions and it was the only way for Bakugo to prove that you were his and nobody would ever treat you like that ever again. Oh so help anybody who ever dared to see you as anything other than his strong independent girl.

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lucys-key · 4 years ago

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Unexpected Encounters (Eren Yeager x Reader)

Part 5: Want To Go for a Drive?

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Smut and some language

A/N: Hi!! I meant to get this up earlier, but then that chapter of the AOT manga happened and I needed time to process everything lmaoo. Hope you all enjoy Part 5!

Here’re some songs I listened to while writing this, so feel free to listen while you read!

The Spins - Mac Miller | Eleven - Khalid (ft. Summer Walker) | Damage - H.E.R

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When you woke up the next morning, you saw that you were alone. Historia’s bed was empty, so you assumed that she and Ymir had spent the night together. You had fallen asleep as soon as you got back to your dorm the night before after Eren walked you back.

Eren.

You felt a certain soreness between your legs, and you felt heat rush to your face when all of the events from the previous night came rushing back.

You in Eren’s room. You kissing him. Him kissing you. His hands all over you—the feeling of him inside you.

It had all been so amazing, and you were still in a state of disbelief that one unexpected encounter with him over the summer had led to this.

As if Eren had read your mind, you nearly jumped when you heard your phone go off from where it was on the desk next to your bed. You reached over to pick it up, and then felt your heart start to pound when you saw that it was a text from Eren.

I know we just saw each other, but can I ask if you have any plans today?

You smiled at the phrasing of his message, and your heart warmed at the thought that he wanted to see you again so soon.

You can. And, no, I don’t, you replied.

You put your phone down on your desk again and stood up to get ready for the day. You went to the bathroom to wash your face, and when you got back, you heard your phone buzz with a reply from Eren.

Cool. Can you meet me at the café later?

You weren’t sure what he had in mind, but you responded and told him that you would be there. You still had the majority of the day to kill before the time he told you to meet him, so you finished getting ready and decided to text Hitch and Annie to see what they were up to.

Hitch responded and told you that they were at the library and that you should join them. You told them that you’d be there soon, and then gathered your school supplies to get some work done while you were there.

Once you had everything ready, you walked out of your dorm and made your way to the library.

Hitch told you where she and Annie were sitting, and when you entered the library, you quickly found the table that they were sitting at.

“Hey there,” Hitch said when you sat down.

You greeted her and Annie, and then took out your laptop. You were about to open a document to start working, but you felt Hitch tap your shoulder lightly.

“So, where did you run off to last night?” she asked, raising her eyebrows playfully.

Hitch’s smug expression indicated that she knew exactly where you had gone, but she just wanted to hear it directly from you.

“Uh, Eren and I… hung out?” you said, but the statement came out more like a question.

You heard Annie snicker, and you looked at her in disbelief.

“What?! We’re in a library. What am I supposed to say?” you asked, trying your best to keep your voice down.

“Oh, come on,” Hitch said. “Just tell us what happened!”

You frowned at her, trying to find the best way to tell her what happened.

“Uh… he showed me his room,” you said.

Hitch looked at you in disbelief and let out a noise of exasperation.

“He showed you his room…? That’s it?” she asked.

“Oh my god, you know what happened!” you exclaimed. “We fucked, okay?”

Hitch smiled in triumph at finally getting you to admit what happened, and Annie looked up from her work.

“There we go,” Hitch said. “I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” you replied, frowning at her.

Hitch smirked, and you knew that she was definitely not done trying to get details about the previous night.

“So, how was it?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you remembered everything that happened with Eren.

“It was amazing, Hitch,” you replied. “He was so sweet the whole time, and even walked me back to my dorm afterward.”

Hitch looked at the smile you had on your face and grinned.

“Damn. You really like him, don’t you?” she asked.

Her words caught you off guard. While you knew that you liked Eren as a friend and certainly found him attractive, you hadn’t really considered whether or not your feelings for him were deeper than that.

“I-I don’t know,” you said. “I mean, I like hanging out with him and stuff, but I don’t know if I like him like that.”

Hitch rolled her eyes.

“Please. You should have seen your face when you were talking about him just now. You like him,” she replied.

Your face became hot after she said that. Though you couldn’t admit it to yourself yet, you knew that Hitch was right.

“I guess you just know me too well,” you muttered.

Hitch laughed and put an arm around your shoulder.

“Of course. You can’t hide anything from me,” she said.

You turned your head to look at her and smile. Hitch patted your shoulder and then took her arm off of you to get back to reading a book for one of her classes.

You turned your computer on and began to work as well, passing the time until you got to see Eren again.

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After you left the library later that afternoon, you went back to your dorm to get ready to meet Eren.

You had your outfit picked out, one of your favorite dresses, and were about to start changing when you heard your phone buzz. It was sitting on the desk by your bed, so you walked over to it to see who had texted you.

Ymir and I will be out tonight, so you have the room to yourself ;)

You smiled at Historia’s message, and “Liked” it to let her know that you had seen it. You put your phone back down on the desk and walked back to your dresser to finish getting changed.

Once you were ready, you checked the time. You had ten minutes before you were supposed to meet Eren at the café, and you still had to walk there, so you put on your shoes and grabbed your dorm key and phone before leaving your room.

You remembered how to get to the café since you had gone with Hitch. The warm late-afternoon air was pleasant as you walked through campus and into town, and the sky was beginning to fade to a beautiful pink and orange color.

When you turned the final corner to get to the café, you saw Eren waiting for you outside. You smiled when you saw him look up at you and wave.

You waved back, and Eren began to walk towards you. He was wearing jeans, a loose-fitting t-shirt, and his hair was tied up as usual.

“Hey,” Eren said when you were close enough to hear him.

“Hi,” you replied.

Eren smiled, and you both stood there for a moment. Eren was no doubt thinking about everything that had happened the night before as he looked at you, and you were thinking about the same thing.

After a second, you both laughed at the slight awkwardness and the tension dissolved.

“Thanks for meeting me here,” Eren said.

“No problem. Did you have a shift earlier?” you asked.

Eren nodded and took another step closer to you.

“Yeah. It just ended,” he replied.

Now that you were here, you realized that you had no idea what Eren had planned. He had invited you to hang out, but he hadn’t told you what his plans were for the evening.

“So, what do you want to do?” you asked.

Eren’s face turned a light shade of red and he scratched the back of his neck.

“To be honest, I hadn’t thought that far,” he said.

You looked at him for a second, but then started to laugh. From all of the time you and Eren had spent together, you learned that he was a rather spontaneous person. You probably should have expected that he wouldn’t have a set plan in mind for what to do.

“It’s fine,” you replied. “We can just see what happens.”

Eren smiled and nodded his head in agreement.

“Sounds good,” he said.

The two of you walked away from the café and further into town. You hadn’t had a chance to go into any of the shops yet, so whenever you passed one that caught your interest, you tapped Eren’s shoulder to ask him if you could go in.

You walked into many of the little boutiques and shops, and Eren laughed whenever you tried on a jacket that was way too big for you. One of the shops in town had scented candles and other items that smelled good, and Eren helped you pick out a candle to buy even though you weren’t technically allowed to have them in your dorm room.

Being with Eren this way felt natural. You felt so comfortable talking to him as you walked into the shops and slowly made your way back to the main part of campus.

“Do you think I’ll actually get in trouble for having this?” you asked Eren as you approached the familiar buildings of your university, holding the shopping bag with your candle in it.

“No,” Eren said, and then added, “unless you knock it over when it’s lit and burn down your dorm building.”

Your eyes widened in fear as you imagined that happening, and Eren laughed at your expression.

“I’m kidding. I think you’re more careful than that,” he said.

You frowned at your shopping bag and said, “I’m not so sure.”

As you and Eren continued to walk through campus, you looked at all of the people who were outside enjoying the warm evening air. The sun hadn’t completely set yet, but you could tell that it would soon.

“The weather is so nice,” you said.

Eren looked up at the sky and smiled.

“Yeah, it is,” he replied, and then he turned his head to look at you.

“What is it?” you asked when you saw the grin on his face.

“I have an idea,” he said.

You looked at him curiously.

“What’s your idea?” you asked.

You had no idea what he was thinking, but you figured that any idea involving you spending time with Eren was a good one.

“I have a car. Want to go for a drive?” he asked.

You had to admit, you weren’t expecting him to suggest that. But now that he had, however, it seemed absolutely perfect.

“That sounds great,” you replied.

Eren gave you a warm smile, and then you followed him as he led you to the large parking lot where students were able to keep their cars.

“Do you have your keys?” you asked.

Eren patted one of the pockets of his jeans to make sure.

“Yep,” he said when he felt them in his pocket. “I had to go somewhere earlier, so I still have them.”

You nodded and followed Eren until you got to his black Honda Civic. You waited as he unlocked the door and opened it for you.

“Thanks,” you giggled as you stepped into the car.

“No problem,” Eren said, and then he shut the door and walked over to the driver’s side.

You put your shopping bag onto the floor in front of you and strapped the seatbelt around yourself. Eren got into the driver’s seat and did the same.

“Do you have a destination in mind?” you asked him.

Eren turned to look at you and grinned.

“Nope,” he said and started the engine.

Eren’s phone connected automatically to the bluetooth sound system, so his music began to play as he pulled out of the parking space and drove out of the lot.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Eren with his hands on the steering wheel as he navigated the streets of your university. His car was a little bit messy; there were empty cups and soccer gear in random places, but you didn’t mind. The car smelled like Eren, and that made you smile even more.

You looked out of the window and saw the buildings of your university disappear behind you in a blur. Eren drove further into the city that your school was in, and then he took an exit that led you onto the freeway. He merged onto it seamlessly and picked up his speed once he was in a comfortable lane.

“You’re lucky you have a car,” you said.

Eren turned his head and looked at you quickly.

“Yeah. It took some convincing, but my mom let me bring it,” he replied.

You hadn’t met either of Eren’s parents, and you didn’t know much about them besides the fact that his dad was a doctor. Your body warmed involuntarily when you thought about Eren inviting you to meet them one day.

“Do you like to drive?” you asked to get your mind off of your last thought.

Eren smiled and nodded his head.

“I love it. It makes me feel relaxed,” he said. “Sometimes I go on random drives for fun.”

You laughed fondly as you imagined Eren driving by himself, blasting his music over the car speakers.

“It is nice,” you said, looking out of the front window at the cars and beautiful evening sky.

Eren smiled at you. He took one of his hands off of the steering wheel to turn up the music and roll down the windows. Your hand was resting next to you on the seat, and your body temperature spiked when you felt Eren’s hand “accidentally” brush against yours as he put it back onto the steering wheel.

You looked at Eren, seeing the wind blow strands of his brown hair around his face as he drove. He really did look more relaxed driving, and he was smiling softly which gave his face a softer look than usual.

“You’re staring.”

You didn’t realize Eren had turned his head to look at you, and he had indeed caught you staring at him.

“Sorry,” you said, quickly turning your head away.

Eren laughed at your sudden embarrassment, and you slowly turned your head back to look at him.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Eren said.

You nodded at him, still feeling a little embarrassed. There was no reason to feel that way, but you thought back to your conversation with Hitch in the library. Was Eren just a friend to you, or did you like him in a different way?

As you looked at Eren, at his green eyes focused on the road and the hair blowing around his face, you realized that Hitch was right. While you enjoyed having Eren as a friend, you knew that friendship wasn’t the only thing that you wanted from him.

The challenging part now would be to find out what Eren wanted from you.

Eren kept driving on the highway until the sign for a particular exit came up. He steered the car to the right to take the exit, which led off the highway.

“The view this way is really nice,” Eren said.

You merged onto a smaller road with trees lining one side. On the other side, you had an unobstructed view of the setting sun. There were beautiful colors all over the sky, and the clouds looked luminescent from the light of the sun going down.

You continued to watch the sunset as Eren began to drive back to your university. As you did so, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Eren as he drove. He saw you looking at him from the corner of his eye, and he smiled softly to himself every time he saw you glance at his face.

Your hand was resting on the consul between your seat and Eren’s, and Eren took one hand off of the steering wheel to place it on top of yours. You turned your head fully to look at him, and Eren quickly glanced at you before turning his attention back to the road.

“What?” he asked playfully.

“Oh, uh—it’s nothing,” you stammered.

Your body felt warm from Eren’s touch, and your heart began to race when he intertwined his fingers with yours.

You almost spent the entire rest of the drive like that, but when you were a few minutes from your school, Eren moved his hand. You felt a pang of disappointment, but it quickly faded when Eren moved his hand to your thigh instead.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became very warm, and you felt your chest rise and fall rapidly as Eren’s hand began to slowly move upwards. He grabbed the material of your dress and hiked it up your thighs the slightest bit as he moved his hand. Once your thighs were exposed, Eren ran his fingers along the bare skin. Your breath hitched when you felt his hand move all the way under your dress and further up your thigh.

Eren looked at you to see your expression. You met his eyes, and he looked at you for as long as he could before having to turn back to the road. Eren didn’t move his hand up any further, waiting to see what you would do.

The feeling of Eren’s hand on the inside of your thigh had you squirming in your seat. It was so close to the edge of your underwear, but just far enough that it made you frustrated. You knew where you wanted his hand, so you slowly brought your own hand under your dress to place it over his.

Eren looked at you again when you moved his hand up until it was fully between your thighs. Your intention was clear, and Eren turned his head back to the road to try to focus on driving while his finger brushed over your clothed slit. You took your hand out from under your dress to let Eren do whatever he wanted.

Eren’s hand quickly slipped under your underwear, and your body tensed up when you felt his fingers on your bare pussy. Still keeping his eyes on the road, Eren stroked your slit with his finger before brushing it over your clit. The feeling made you gasp, and Eren turned his head to look at you.

“Try not to crash,” you said breathlessly when you saw Eren’s gaze focused on you instead of the road.

Eren seemed to be in some kind of trance as he looked at you, but your voice brought him back to reality and he quickly turned his head to look ahead of him again.

“Fuck, we’re almost there,” Eren said. His hand was still under your dress and his fingers were still rubbing your clit as he drove, determined to get back to campus as soon as possible.

“Good,” you moaned and moved your hips to grind against Eren’s fingers.

Eren continued the movements of his fingers on your pussy, drawing small moans and gasps from you as he did so. You gripped the armrests on either side of your seat and sighed in relief when you saw the familiar buildings of your university. Eren sped through campus until he pulled into the parking lot and into the same parking space as earlier.

As soon as the car stopped, you and Eren ripped your seatbelts off. You climbed out of your seat and over the consul to settle on Eren’s lap. You had half a mind to check if anyone was outside, but Eren’s face was moving closer to yours and you closed your eyes and forgot about everything else.

You both eagerly accepted each other’s mouths, and you felt some of the pent-up tension in your body begin to dissipate when you finally kissed him. Eren’s hands settled on your ass as he kissed you, and you moaned into his mouth when you felt his hips grind up against your crotch. The friction felt so good, but you desperately needed more.

You took your mouth off of Eren’s and quickly reached down to take off your underwear. Your position wasn’t ideal for the task, as the car seat and Eren didn’t leave you with much room, but you managed to get it off and then settled back onto Eren’s lap.

“Keep doing what you were doing,” you said.

Eren understood what you were asking for, and he grinned before leaning in to kiss you again. You groaned when you felt his tongue slip into your mouth. Your kisses were messy and heated as one of Eren’s hands moved under your dress and in between your thighs.

As Eren moved his fingers over your slick center, his mouth moved to your neck to kiss and gently bite the skin there. The combination of Eren’s fingers and his mouth on your neck felt amazing, and you couldn’t hold in your gasp when you felt one of Eren’s fingers push inside of you.

“Feels okay?” he asked against your neck.

“Ugh, yes,” you groaned, moving your hips in time with Eren’s finger.

Eren seemed satisfied with your answer, and he grinned as he added a second finger with the first. You continued to move your hips up and down as Eren’s fingers scissored and curled inside of you. The skirt of your dress was covering the movements of Eren’s hand, so he used his other hand to hike it up a little bit.

“Can you lift your dress for me?” he asked.

There was something about the slight sternness of his voice, the way the question sounded more like a command, that sent a spark of arousal through your body. You knew that Eren could have lifted your dress the rest of the way himself, but it was clear that he wanted you to be the one to expose yourself to him.

You gladly did as he asked. You brought one hand to the hem of your dress and lifted it off of your thighs. Eren’s eyes glanced down to look at your bare pussy and his fingers moving in and out of it.

“Fuck,” he cursed, “you are gorgeous.”

Even though you were literally riding Eren’s fingers in a parking lot, that compliment is what finally made you feel shy. You couldn’t help the way your body temperature rose at his words.

Eren leaned forward to kiss you again, and you happily kissed him back.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you said against his lips.

You could feel Eren’s smile as he kissed you, and he kept up the movements of his fingers, thrusting them in and out of your wet core. The ache between your thighs began to grow rapidly as you ground your hips, desperate to feel every movement of Eren’s fingers inside of you.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned, knowing you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Fuck, I won’t,” Eren replied as he thrusted his fingers even deeper into you.

Eren moved his other hand to your clit, and he leaned in to kiss you as his fingers brought you closer and closer to your release. You kissed him back eagerly, and it didn’t take much longer for the feeling of pleasure between your legs to near its climax.

“Shit, Eren, I’m gonna cum,” you groaned against his mouth.

“Go ahead,” he said. The tone of his voice was raspy and breathless as he saw you working yourself to orgasm on his fingers.

Getting fingered in a car hadn’t exactly been on your bucket list, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. It only took a few more seconds for the tension inside of you to finally snap, and you buried your face in Eren’s neck as you came around his fingers. You shut your eyes as the pleasure washed over your body.

Once the intense feelings had passed, your body went limp and you dropped your chest to rest against Eren. You heard him laugh softly and he stroked a hand up your arm.

“You good?” he asked.

You nodded your head and sat up.

“Yes,” you replied, giving Eren a warm smile.

He returned your smile and leaned forward to kiss you. You were still sitting on Eren’s lap, and as he kissed you, you could feel his hard cock through his jeans. Even though you just came, you felt another rush of arousal run through your body.

“Eren,” you said.

He took his mouth off of yours and looked at you.

“Yeah?” he asked.

You lightly brushed your hand over his clothed erection, and you heard him take a sharp breath.

“I have my dorm room to myself tonight,” you told him. “Want to continue this there?”

Eren looked at you, and a smirk slowly formed on his lips.

“Sounds great,” he said.

You gave Eren a quick smile before climbing off of his lap and pulling your underwear back on. Eren grabbed his car keys, and you climbed back into the passenger’s seat to get the bag with your scented candle in it.

Once you both got out of the car, Eren locked it and then you began to walk towards your dorm building. You noticed Eren adjusting his shirt so it covered the area of his crotch, and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you.

“Hey, you can’t laugh! You did this to me,” Eren whined.

You just laughed again and took his hand to lead him to your dorm. You both walked there quickly, and you hurriedly unlocked the door when you got to the entrance of your building. Eren followed you up the stairs to your room and waited as you took out your key and unlocked your door.

As soon as it opened, you pulled Eren inside of your room and closed the door behind you. Eren looked around your room once he was inside, and you walked over to your dresser to set your new candle on top of it.

“I like your room,” Eren said when you walked up to him.

You smiled and said, “Thanks.”

You reached your arms up to wrap them around Eren’s neck. He leaned his head down to kiss you, and you sighed when you felt his lips meet yours. You wasted no time and brought your hands to the button of Eren’s jeans as you kissed him.

“So eager,” Eren muttered playfully.

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked.

You felt Eren smile against your lips.

“Not at all,” he said.

You smiled too and began to push Eren towards your bed. You both kicked off your shoes as you walked, and once you got to your bed, you pulled away from Eren’s mouth so you could climb onto the bed.

Once you were both sitting on the bed, Eren looked at you. It seemed like he was waiting for you to tell him what to do, so you moved closer to him and placed a hand on his chest.

“Lie down,” you said.

Eren grinned and immediately did as you said. Once he was lying on his back, you moved to sit on his legs. You reached your hands out to finish undoing Eren’s pants, and he watched you as you pulled them down his thighs.

“Mind if I return the favor for earlier?” you asked, looking at Eren’s hard cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.

“Not at all,” Eren said.

You grinned and then moved your hands under the waistband of his boxers. Eren’s chest began to rise and fall more rapidly as you pulled them down far enough to free his cock. Your body warmed all over when you saw the hard length of it, and you adjusted your position to straddle Eren’s legs.

You slowly moved your hand up Eren’s thigh until you got to the base of his cock. Eren’s eyes met yours, and you maintained eye contact with him as you leaned down to lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip.

“Oh fuck—" Eren groaned when he felt your mouth on him for the first time.

The noises Eren made were music to your ears, and you closed your mouth over the tip of his cock, moving your tongue over the sensitive skin there. Eren’s hand settled on the back of your head as you continued to move your mouth on his cock and used your hand to reach the part of it that your mouth couldn’t.

You took him as deep into your mouth as you could, and Eren’s hips began to move as he became even harder from the movements of your mouth and hand on his cock.

“You’re fucking good at this,” Eren moaned, and you felt your body become warm from the praise.

Eren continued to mutter more curses mixed with your name as you worked his cock and brought him closer and closer to release. After a few more seconds of moving your mouth up and down his cock, Eren sat up and put a hand on your shoulder.

You took your mouth off of him and looked at his face to see what he wanted.

“Something wrong?” you asked.

Eren shook his head and smiled.

“Nope,” Eren said and leaned in to kiss you

“I want to fuck, and you’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that,” he added.

You grinned and kissed Eren back. Your legs were on either side of Eren’s lap, and you reached down to pull your dress over your head. After you set it somewhere behind you on the bed, you leaned forward to kiss Eren again.

As he kissed you, he reached around to your back to undo the clasp of your bra. It fell onto the bed, and you pulled away from Eren to take off his shirt. He helped you tug it over his head and then threw it onto the floor.

Eren leaned back onto the bed, and you took your underwear off quickly before straddling his hips. You and Eren looked at each other and seemed to realize the same thing.

“Shit, I don’t think I have a condom,” Eren said.

You weren’t sure what to do for a second, but then you smiled and climbed off of the bed and walked over to your desk. You pulled out a wrapped condom and walked back over to the bed.

Eren raised an eyebrow when he saw what was in your hand.

“Historia is in a club that promotes safe sex. She has a billion of these that she gives out to people and she gave some to me,” you said, and then climbed back onto the bed.

Eren smiled and nodded his head in understanding. He was still lying on the bed, and you placed your legs on either side of his hips again. You took the condom out of the wrapper and then rolled it onto Eren’s dick.

Eren’s hands settled on your waist.

“Is this how you want to do it?” he asked.

You nodded and said, “If that’s okay.”

Eren’s cock twitched at the prospect of you riding him, and he used his hands to lift your hips.

“It is definitely okay,” Eren groaned when he felt his cock brush against your center.

Your breath hitched as the tip of Eren’s cock lined up with your entrance, and you slowly sank all the way down. You and Eren both moaned at the feeling, and you braced your hands on Eren’s stomach as you got used to the stretch.

It didn’t take long before you were moving your hips up and sinking back down onto Eren’s cock again. The angle from this position felt unbelievably good, and Eren helped you lift your hips and then guided you back down onto his cock. You repeated the motion over and over again, savoring the feeling of Eren buried deep inside of you.

“Fuck this feels good,” you moaned, lifting and dropping your hips even faster.

Eren began to thrust his hips up to meet your movements.

“Shit, I know,” Eren said, his voice raspy and breathless as he watched you ride his cock, both of you getting closer and closer to orgasm.

One of Eren’s hands ran up your stomach until it covered one of your tits. You groaned when he pinched your hard nipple, and then his hand moved to the other side of your chest to do the same thing. When Eren brought his other hand in between your thighs to rub your clit, you gasped and felt a surge of arousal run through your body.

You were close, and Eren could tell from the way your hips desperately moved up and down to take his cock.

“Fuck, Eren—” you gasped, chasing your second orgasm of the day.

“I know,” he said.

Eren kept rubbing your clit and thrusting his cock into you until it was enough to send you crashing over the edge. He watched as your orgasm ripped through you, and his followed close after, burying himself deep inside you and riding out the waves of pleasure.

You slumped forward to lie on Eren’s chest. He gently stroked your back as you both tried to catch your breath. After a few seconds, you mustered up the strength to roll off of him to lie next to him on the bed.

“That was amazing,” you said, and turned your head to look at Eren.

“You can say that again,” he replied, giving you a warm smile.

You both stayed on the bed for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence as you laid beside one another. Eventually, Eren sat up and climbed off of the bed to dispose of the used condom.

You watched as he looked around for his clothes, and you began to feel uncertain. Was he going to leave? You knew that you didn’t want him to, but you didn’t say anything as he pulled on his jeans and shirt.

When he was fully clothed, he walked back over to the bed. It’s now or never, you thought.

“You can stay if you want,” you said, trying your best to keep the shyness out of your voice.

You sat up on the bed, and Eren looked at you with a regretful expression on his face.

“I can’t,” he said. “I have plans with Jean and some other people tonight.”

You couldn’t help the disappointment you felt, but you nodded your head in understanding. You grabbed your dress and pulled it back on so you could walk Eren to the door of your room.

Before leaving, Eren turned to look at you.

“I had a great time with you today,” he said.

You smiled and felt your body become warm.

“Me too,” you replied.

Eren paused for another second, and then opened the door to leave. He waved goodbye as he walked down the hall, and you waved back from your door.

As you watched him go, you decided that you could finally admit to yourself that you had a crush on Eren Yeager.

#eren yeager #eren x reader #attack on titan #hitch dreyse #jean kirstein #historia reiss #ymir #fanfiction #fanfic #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #unexpected encounters

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pandapupremade · 4 years ago

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Meeting Roxas and Xion

WORDS: 969

CONTENT WARNINGS: food mention, parent mention

SUMMARY: Rix (s/i) goes to Agrabah to do some shopping after a terrible sandstorm hits. During the trip, they meet two strange children in black cloaks...

this is actually an old fic that I just finished! its based around chapter...8 I believe? of the Kingdom Hearts 358/2 manga!! reblogs appreciated if you read it !!

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This wasn't exactly an ideal trip to Agrabah, what with the destruction everywhere from a disastrous sandstorm - one still raging right now - but Rix had a mission to complete, and they weren't going back until they completed it. So through the distraught town they went, hoping to purchase at least a little produce before the next wave of sand ruined it. Sure, they could leave and find another world with less problems...But they wanted to support the struggling merchants a little. God knows the people needed it.

The navigator stopped next to a stand and picked up an apple. It looked like it didn't have too many grainy specs on it. "E-excuse me..." They began to the seller who then turned to them, "M-May I -"

Before they could finish, the apple was swiped from their hold by some very fuzzy fingers. Rix gasped, blinking and looking frightfully in the direction it was taken. Expecting a heartless to have nabbed it, they instead realized the thief was...a monkey. Wait, what? No, yeah, that was definitely a monkey. Not even a monkey heartless, just...a small, furred primate. The seller looked used to this, but angry none the less, shaking his fist angrily after the little guy as he sped off. As a nice addition, a man accidentally bumped into Rix and almost knocked them down upon running past.

"Sorry!" He shouted back at them, and then called a name - "Abu, get back here!"

Rix steadied themself and adjusted their glasses, looking after the mystery man with confusion. "U-um..." They looked at the seller now, a bit of apprehension as they spoke again. "I - I can go after them if you'd like..." And with a nod of permission from the apple stand owner, that's just what Rix did - along with giving a few nervous apologies.

Soon, they caught up. But there was more than the initial figure chasing that monkey now - two teenagers seemed to be chasing it as well...Teenagers dressed in black robes? How strange. Especially in this heat...

"You guys, hold onto him!" yelled the first man, as it seemed one of the kids - the blonde boy - had a hold on the monkey. Rix would've approached if not for the fact the containment was lost moments later as, with a shriek, the monkey clawed his freedom from the boy's grip. Poor kid.

"I'm after him!" cried the girl now, making a leap - and sure enough, she caught the speedy primate now. Somehow, he'd managed to hold onto that apple this whole time...Apparently the monkey was no stranger to this act. Was this a regular thing? Rix sighed with relief though, watching the rest of it play out...And...

They were going to leave soon, but after the apple was returned to the seller, Rix noted the boy and girl rushing away for some reason...Who were they, anyway? Well, Rix wanted to personally find out, so they followed. And as they followed, a bit out of sight, they heard some interesting dialogue...For better or for worse.

"...was supposed to be secret..."

"Sorry!"

Rix blinked. Something secret? Well, it might be rude to eavesdrop any further, but...They had a strange feeling about the two kids, for whatever reason.

"Anyway, this place is covered in sand, and it's really hard to walk in..." sighed the boy, shaking his yellow head, "Is it because of the sandstorm?"

"Yeah," agreed the girl, "It's making it hard for the people who live here..." She looked sad...But her words? They were a bit of an understatement. Still, the boy now pointed up at the wall, and said something that would certainly flick on a light in Rix's mind - a very bright light of recognition.

"Well! Let's look for Heartless up there."

Heartless?! Oh, how Rix knew something was weird now...Before they really knew what they were doing, however, they found themselves walking towards the cloaked individuals.

"E-excuse me, um..." Upon speaking, both figures jumped, spinning around to face them. Both look startled, but also slightly horrified. "I-I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but overhear..." Scratch slightly horrified - they looked terrified beyond belief now.

"P-please forget you heard anything!" The girl blurted out in a panic, clearly unsure how to handle the situation.

"X-Xion!" The boy exclaimed as well, though he didn't look any more confident. "K-keep it together!"

"B-but - but -!"

Rix had approached with suspicion, but now they stared at these kids and realized very soon they were just that: kids in over their heads. They had no idea to what extent or anything, but they knew the two were probably harmless...Probably.

"It's - it's okay," Rix shook their head. "I won't tell a-anyone about this. I just - I just wanted to advise you to stay a-away from Heartless..." At this, both of the children stared, hard. Rix tilted their head, "I-I don't um...Know where your parents a-are, but I think you should g-go home."

They reached into their bags, and the two kids tensed until seeing what was pulled out - simply a loaf of bread.

"H-here. You - you must be struggling, too, r-right?" Rix smiled, holding it out. "I can buy more elsewhere..."

"..." Xion blinked, but hesitantly accepted the bread. "Um...Thank you..." "Y-you're right," The boy suddenly said, "W-we should get home, Xion..." At this, she looked to her friend with confusion. He gently nudged her and she blinked.

"A-ah, right...Y-you're right..." She looked at Rix again, and then the two were off. Rix gave a little wave, and sighed as they continued their trip.

So...Xion, huh? They hadn't caught the boy's name, but that's alright. It probably wasn't their business, really, in the end. They'd been worried about the mention of Heartless, but if they thought about it, the creatures weren't exactly unknown...Maybe Sora had visited this world once and word got around or something...

Well, whatever.

#kermitwriting #🐚 Xion Tag (Familial)#🍨 Roxas Tag (Familial)#🗺️🧭 Rix (Self Insert)#ok 2 reblog

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ary-se · 4 years ago

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Mankai with a cat

a few months ago, our cat scratched me right on my cheek and my first thought out of all things was "what if mankai had a cat" pls get me out of this brainrot 😣

on a side note, this got way TOO LONG so i'm putting it under the cut!! this also works as an apology since i was gone for too long without notice 🙇‍♀️ as always, thank you for reading!

🐾 having a pet for the dorm was a subject mankai always brought up. it definitely sounds like a good idea for a domestic setting, but actually getting a pet is out of the question. sakyo didn't allow it due to obvious reasons, and of course it involved the company's budget.

🐾 there was one time however when muku and yuki went back to the dorms with a white stray cat that had a sprain. that time, sakyo would've given them a lecture like usual, but he gave in anyways and told them that they can foster the cat and they'll let it go after its leg gets better.

🐾 unfortunately for sakyo, everyone got way too attached to the cat before its sprain healed, and sakyo also adored the cat but of course he wouldn't openly admit that. after a week, when the cat got better, it only took a few buttons to push before sakyo agreed to finally keeping the cat, under the condition that they are not getting another pet again.

🐾 no one knew who started calling the cat koko, though it just seemed so natural that everybody else started to follow suit, which was pretty convenient because they didn't have to fight over the cat's name when mankai will finally keep her as a pet. (fun fact coco is the name of our cat)

🐾 that week, tenma deadass acted like an expecting father having his very first child, it was really unnerving to see. taichi and juza would often join tenma in shopping for random cat toys after school, which usually lasts longer than girls shopping for a singular pair of heels and that already says a lot

🐾 the conversation usually goes like this

tenma: "what's the best color for this toy mouse?"

taichi: "i like the red one!"

juza: "that's fine too."

tenma, after 10 minutes: "i see, i'll just buy all 7 colors"

🐾 tenma spoiled koko a LOT. teasers? balls? lasers? plushies? you name it, and tenma literally had them in ALL available colors. he did not really care if some of the toys remained untouched, as long as koko had something to be busy with. tenma had a huge ass box of cat toys that he could open up his own damn store and he'd get a lot of profit

🐾 tasuku literally had no idea why, but koko never scratched anywhere but his legs. is there some sort of magic on his legs?? if there was, it wasn't something tasuku is aware of, and he isn't sure if he wants to know what it is either.

🐾 it actually didn't hurt or anything, it just annoyed him when he needs to go somewhere else and the cat would just pounce to his direction to scratch his legs. tasuku feels bad on walking away, so all he does is stand up and wait until koko is done scratching his leg so he can finally move on.

🐾 when a scratching post was delivered to the dorm, koko has been all over it ever since. when tasuku noticed that koko never scratched on his legs anymore, it then just occurred to him that koko used his legs as a temporary scratching post. if he was being conpletely honest, he doesn't know how to feel about this.

🐾 know the meme of people making their babies choose their pokemon starter? that's what itaru did to koko, except he used the figurines of his waifus instead of pokemon plushies. he'd carry koko to the table, and the figurine koko will knock over would determine who her best girl supposedly is.

🐾 what he didn't know was that koko wouldn't knock one figurine over, but ALL FIVE OF THEM, and they all went rolling from the table and fell down to the floor. he swore that one of the figurines easily gets broken since its glasses came off at some point, and until that moment his trust towards animals has never been tested so bad. gladly, none of the figurines broke so koko is not yet in itaru's hit list.

🐾 even with all the toys tenma showered her with, koko finds itaru's hair on a ponytail very entertaining. itaru doesn't really mind koko messing with his hair as long as his gaming stays uninterrupted, though he gets annoyed when koko pulls a part of his hair too hard. he also somehow gets pissed whenever his hairtie falls off during a crucial moment, but he doesn't have the heart to get mad at koko so he lets her off the hook for so many times.

🐾 if omi is already such a mom to mankai, he is even more of a mom to koko. there is a sack of cat kibbles stored away for weeks, but it still remains untouched up to this day because omi always whip up homemade meals for her.

🐾 there was a time when omi cooked up turkey, mashed potatoes and corn for koko's dinner, but he didn't prepare anything for the actual human beings in mankai. omi was just like, "oh haha, there is leftover curry in the fridge. we probably should finish that first"

🐾 in other words, koko isn't subjected to curry hell. never. cats actually aren't supposed to eat curry or else something would happen. even if cats were allowed to eat curry though, it is highly doubtful that omi will make koko eat curry on a daily basis. if omi is an actual mom, everyone would collectively agree that the favorite child is koko. no buts, no questions asked, that's it.

🐾 it was a given that cats don't like water, so everyone was really surprised when they learned that koko LOVES water. the first time they learned it was when sakuya went to wash the dishes like usual, only for koko to literally pounce by the sink. she waits for sakuya to turn on the faucet and everytime sakuya does, she just sticks her paw out to the water until he turns it off. it was an adorable sight.

🐾 it definitely made sakuya slower on washing the dishes, but he does not really mind one bit, he actually enjoys the company. he opted to use a bit more dishwashing soap after he noticed that koko also liked to play with the excessive foam and bubbles on the sink whenever he finishes doing the dishes.

🐾 everyone in mankai, especially sakuya, already made it a habit to call out to koko whenever they're about to do the dishes so koko wouldn't have to wait for the sound of the faucet before running to the sink. it already is a routine every after mealtime.

🐾 was it already mentioned that koko likes water? yes. whenever the boys get in the bath, koko also joins in the damn tub and REFUSES to leave. after some time, the boys already accepted it and just let the cat stay in the tub, losing their sense of privacy in the process. they also bought little rubber duckies and those bubble bath products so koko can play around with the excessive amount of bubbles and the rubber duckies in the tub.

🐾 there was one time when omi woke up super early to prepare breakfast, though he went to the bathroom first and nearly shit on his pants when he saw koko in the empty tub. no koko, he isn't going to fill the tub with water if you just stay there. get out of there and sleep in your own damn bed.

🐾 koko also follows anyone who is on their way to the bathroom, ALWAYS assuming that they'll fill up the tub every time they do get in the bathroom. sorry to break this to you koko, but taichi wouldn't get in the bathroom 8 times a day to take a bath every single time, he just really wants to pee... please give him a break

🐾 koko always joins tsumugi when he is in the garden, though it was only because she wants to drink on the water coming out of tsumugi's watering can. when there are water droplets on the leaves, she climbs up and licks them off. unfortunately, it is one of the reasons why tsumugi started to yell on a daily basis, "KOKO NO THAT PLANT IS POISONOUS DON'T LICK THAT—"

🐾 tsumugi wouldn't have to warn koko forever though, since she'd eventually memorize what plants are poisonous and what are not. sometimes, after tsumugi is done watering the plants, he'd fill the watering can with water again just so koko would get in the can and chill for who knows how long.

🐾 koko is attached to muku for obvious reasons (he picked her up when she was injured!!) so koko is often in their shared room with kazunari. sadly, there was a time when muku took a break from reading the shoujo manga to grab some water, and when he got back, koko was already tearing it into pieces.

🐾 muku did not get angry at koko, but the cat knew something was wrong when muku was trying to stop himself from crying that koko already knew not to tear any of muku's books in the future. koko still felt really bad about it even after muku bought a new copy of that specific volume.

🐾 whenever kazunari is rushing an art project that is to be passed the next day, muku holds koko close to him so koko wouldn't be able to somehow ruin the painting. there has already been an instance wherein koko stepped all over the painting when muku and kazunari wasn't in the room, and that better not happen ever again.

🐾 gladly, kazunari was calm about it and found a way to fix the blue pawprints all over the white paint, but only god knows what will happen once koko messes up the painting again when kazunari is getting SO close to breaking down because of the deadline.

🐾 there are times when kazunari prefers to eat bread with charcoal and drink his paint water than having koko step all over his artwork, and muku better make sure kazunari does none of that

🐾 banri is unfortunately one of those people who pretends to be a dick around their pets. more often than he would admit, he'd act like he is about to throw a punch to koko, only to actually give it gentle pats on the head. banri throwing the cat mid-air and catching her is already a common sight, too.

🐾 he finds it funny scaring koko in all sorts of ways, especially when it comes to heights. banri would carry koko up high, and pretend to drop her just to catch the cat again. sakyo has reprimanded him a lot of times regarding this situation, but he brushes it off.

🐾 there was one time however when banri just carries koko up high and stays that way. the cat was literally scared shitless of being high up on mid-air unmoving, she literally had no choice but to piss right on banri's face. ever since that time, banri toned down his tendencies of teasing the cat

🐾 koko ALWAYS sleeps with hisoka. it doesn't matter where, will it on top of the sink? on the tree? below the table of the living room? you name it, and you see koko and hisoka stuck to each other like glue. somehow it feels like koko became a replacement of penpen. the poor stuffed toy probably got messed up by the cat, waiting to finally get fixed in yuki's room

🐾 koko got hisoka's habit of sleeping literally everywhere that it became really concerning. there was a time when tsuzuru noticed that koko was nowhere to be found, and everyone went batshit looking at her all over the city. even sakyo got mad at everyone because they weren't keeping an eye out of the cat while everybody else is gone. after how many hours of searching, turns out the cat was just sleeping inside the fucking washing machine

🐾 funny enough, taichi and koko have the SAME eyes. like, actual striking blue. taichi usually carries her and parades around the dorm, announcing the news to everyone even though he has said it for like the 83rd time that day. nobody really minds though, the coincidence is still too unreal. the quote "like pet, like owner" doesn't really apply to koko and taichi though, because if anything, it feels more like comparing a cat to a puppy

🐾 taichi is also the one who plays with koko the most, which solely meant that he also used the cat toys tenma bought as much as the cat herself did. at this point, it wouldn't be wrong if they said that the toys were bought for BOTH koko and taichi because even taichi sometimes finds entertainment in using the teaser by himself whenever the cat is being held by somebody else.

🐾 as much as yuki refuses to admit it, he actually gets concerned when koko climbs up in all sorts of countertops, because that would mean koko would also NOT hesitate to climb up to his sewing machine. he is already meticulous when it comes to his materials for sewing, but even moreso now.

🐾 every after yuki finishes sewing, he tightly encloses the sewing machine with a case so that the cat wouldn't get to touch it and potentially get hurt. yuki also used to just leave his sewing materials on the desk, but nowadays he actually keeps them into somewhere secure so as to not harm anybody. he can't have koko's paws bleeding just because of some damn pin that rolled on the floor

🐾 yuki also somehow feels bad when he drives the cat away from him by force every time he is working on the costumes for the next play. he doesn't know what the cat is thinking, but he hopes that koko knows he is just trying not to actually make her bleed over some needles. as a repayment, yuki lets koko bother him all she wants whenever he does his homework with muku.

🐾 since masumi always used to be alone at home, he always thought of the possibility of adopting a pet cat that would keep him company. that constant thought he had already dissipated when he started living in the mankai dorm, so when they decided to take koko in, he remembered the specific reasons why he wanted to own a cat.

🐾 he never let anyone willingly in his personal bubble except for the cat, which he accepted pretty easily. masumi also found it kind of amusing to blast songs on shuffle from his phone because koko had her own way of showing if she likes the song or not. if she likes it, she doesn't do anything. if koko doesn't, she taps her paw on his phone a lot of times as if telling him to change the song. most of the time, masumi obliges.

🐾 every time tsuzuru opens the fridge really late at night, he has to double check if koko is inside the fridge or not before he closes it. there was one time when he didn't notice koko get in the fridge while getting energy drinks. the cat pretty much stayed in there for hours and hours until omi opened the fridge to make breakfast. tsuzuru was lectured by sakyo that morning because he would be ultimately responsible if the cat died in the fridge from freezing her ass off

🐾 whenever tsuzuru gets in a writing frenzy, koko keeps him company late at night. unfortunately for tsuzuru, if he stops typing for at least 10 seconds, koko takes that as a sign to pounce on his keyboard and just lay down there. tsuzuru already knew better than to carry her away from his keyboard since the cat will be insistent enough to return to his keyboard, so he usually gives up and goes to bed, saving the ideas in his head for the next time he wakes up.

🐾 because of that, every time tsuzuru finishes a script for the next play, his tendencies of passing out right after handing the script to somebody else significantly lessens. tsuzuru doesn't know if the cat is just trying to be annoying or if she just wants him to get some sleep, but either way he doesn't really mind because he gets to stop himself from overworking. well sorta

🐾 juza almost never approaches koko. like never. it feels like he is openly avoiding the cat for some apparent reason, and nobody knows why, but in reality he is just scared as shit of the damn cat. what if koko gets mad at him? what if she suddenly gets aggressive and scratches him? honey you're way bigger than her, and koko wouldn't hurt you... really it's okay

🐾 juza's way of offering affection to the cat is to give her some portions of his meal during dinner, sometimes breakfast. he tries to be sneaky about it, but he legitimately has no idea that everyone knows. it becomes more obvious when koko already made it a habit to sit on the chair behind juza every meal time to get more food. that still happens even after omi just filled up her fucking bowl. nobody comments about it though, they find it hilarious

🐾 koko always tries to test homare's patience, but for some reason homare literally doesn't give a single fuck. every time he is writing something down, high chances are koko would spread the ink all over his paper. sometimes she'd try to crawl her way in his coat sleeve, and homare, he just....... doesn't mind.

🐾 if homare is actually busy however, he'd take out his necktie from his vest if koko doesn't want to leave his lap. most of the time, she actually plays with it like it's a teaser. homare is fine if the necktie gets destroyed, he has a lot of neckties in his closet and some of them are specifically for the purpose of koko messing with them

🐾 not to mention that he also finds it really amusing that koko gets overly excited when it comes to lasers. homare is curious why this would be the case, so he usually uses the laser to play with koko when he has free time. he doesn't think of where he points the laser though, so his wooden desk ends up having a lot of scratches. again, he knows and he doesn't care in the slightest.

🐾 misumi adores koko so much. her ears are triangles, her paws are triangle, her nose is triangle. she is a fucking triangle. with the help of kazunari, he already has a whole album of koko's best pictures in polaroid films. most of them are in a photo book so that everyone has a physical copy to look at, while some of them are taped on misumi's wall. the ones on misumi's room are particularly the ones where her ears are especially prominent.

🐾 at least twice or thrice a week, misumi brings koko out of the dorm and brings her to other groups of stray cats that misumi deems trustworthy. nothing bad happens to koko gladly, because only god knows what would happen once misumi's instincts tell him something horrible is about to happen to their pet cat, and they're always spot on

🐾 citron has ZERO sense of personal space when it comes to koko. citron would literally touch koko anywhere, thinking she is fine with it. unfortunately, there are times when citron pets koko on parts she doesn't want to be touched, particularly the tail and the area around it. citron's hands always end up covered in scratches. over time, he memorized where he should and shouldn't touch like the back of his hand

🐾 citron made a koko jr. which was completely intended to be for display purposes. the cat saw it as a new mouse toy however, so it didn't take a whole day for koko jr. to look like a ball of messed up wool. it doesn't look like a damn cat anymore, though it passes as an extremely fluffy and distorted alpaca

🐾 sakyo never shows affection to the cat. no pets, no strokes, nothing. the most he does to koko is spare her a glance, and sometimes he even glares at her from a distance when sakyo gets too absorbed in his thoughts... despite that, everyone wonders why every time sakyo comes home, she gets more energetic greeting him compared to how she'd greet the rest of the boys when they come back to the dorm

🐾 azuma knows. he would sometimes stay up for late night talks with sakyo, and through their conversations that's when azuma learns how much sakyo cares. azuma often helps sakyo out on trimming koko's nails when they're getting kind of long, trying to be as careful as possible so as to not hurt her.

🐾 azuma is also amused at the fact that sakyo tries to ignore koko resting on his lap, or when he pretends not to notice the cat trying to slip in the pockets of his coat. knowing sakyo, he'll definitely complain about the white fur on his black coat later on. as funny as it is, azuma knows better than to say a word about it.

🐾 before kazunari realized it, his camera roll is pretty much filled with random pictures of koko. most of them are just derp pictures, though... kazunari captures her weird quirks, like how she likes to fall asleep with all fours spread out like a starfish, or how she constantly make noises on the door stopper if she wants to get in the room. the picture with koko's most horrified face on it was when banri threw her high up mid-air, and that is never going to get deleted.

🐾 they find everything the cat does very adorable, even though she is just drinking water from her bowl. or when her tongue gets stuck on the ice tray omi brought out from the fridge. or when she yawns and taichi sticks a finger in her mouth and she doesn't know what to do next. or when she squints her eyes at homare when he gets in a blabbering rampage. literally everything.

🐾 at some point, kazunari thought it'd be a good idea to have those cat tunnels mounted on walls so there will be more room for koko to play. he just said it out of nowhere, but everyone agreed on that idea. after a week or two, the whole dorm is basically a cat playground with a crapton of shelves, slides, and tunnels on the walls, save for the practice room, bathroom, and the bedrooms.

🐾 did sakyo said that they are never, ever getting another pet after koko? yeah right, there's no way that's actually happening. high chances are they got more cats so that the cat playground they all built together will get utilized. the more, the merrier!! even though sakyo complains a lot about the expenses, they all know he isn't against the idea, though they better not tease him for it or sakyo will definitely take it back

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REQ #11, #12, #13, & #14 | STORIES IN PASSING

synopsis:

Req #11: @omibaby | You realize that in the hours where the world felt still, all your thoughts could really do was run free.

Req #12: @bokutoluvbot | Bookstores, pages, and caramel coffee, but shared with a boy who smiled like the sun.

Req #13: @milkfortobio | Your regular cafe, but this time with a tall blonde part-timer who was a little awkward with his way of saying hello.

Req #14: @/anon | Your four am walks to the train station weren’t so bad, specially when shared with a man who sipped hot chocolate like it was coffee.

characters: Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Koutarou (12&14), Tsukishima Kei, You

genre/tags: fluff

a/n: just a heads up i will be unpinning stories in passing but you can find it on my navigation page! Cradle will be posted tonight, but the rest of the reqs are still being worked on! :D

#11 Akaashi Keiji | omibaby | Rooftop: heading nowhere, 04:25AM

Much like reading, when you find yourself immersed in something, you go all in.

And this time, it’s at four-twenty five at dusk, an hour shy of when the sun would usually rise where you’re seated at the rooftop of your apartment complex drinking in earth and sky.

There was a sense of connection, you realize. When you’re out there and surrounded with nothing but sky. Much like a good book and how that one paragraph is able to pull you in and keep you under, there was an unspoken language between human and nature that you just understood in the hours where the world felt at its most still.

It’s beautiful, you think. The world is beautiful. Nature is constantly at a state of unhurried change; and the change happens slow, yet fast, day by day, then all at once. “Like a kaleidoscope of beautiful chaos,” you recall you’ve read somewhere.

And standing quite some distance away from you, the tenant who lives on the floor above yours thinks the same too.

“Should we have waited for the sunrise?” you asked when the quiet became deafening as the music from the world quieted.

“No,” he replies, keeping his gaze up at the sky. “I think you’ll learn as much about the world in these hours as you do when the sun rises.”

He laughs silently, telling you not to mind him because he’s probably not making sense, but you’re quick to shake your head (even if he isn’t looking at you), and tell him that the meaning reaches you.

“I’m surprised,” he says again and you laugh. “I can’t tell if you mean for that to be a good thing or a bad thing.”

“That’s on you,” is his answer. “Everything is good to me.”

“Even the world?” you ask, enjoying the flow of the conversation. It felt like you were losing yourself in a book.

“The world is always beautiful,” he laughs, tone profound yet soft. “It’s the people that aren’t.”

“Deep,” you reply and then turn to him at the same time he turns to face you.

There’s probably a good twenty feet separating the both of you and you don’t necessarily know eachother than from passing one another in the hallways from time to time, but you share a smile anyway. As if you’re old friends.

“Maybe it’s just those pre sunrise thoughts talking,” he laughs, looking up and relishing the way the few bits of stars twinkle in the sky.

“Let them talk,” you respond. “It’s like I’m reading a book.”

“That a good thing?” he questions, snickering at how his question parallels.

“That’s on you,” you say, returning the words he said only some moments ago.

“Why? Everything a good thing for you?” he asks again, turning around and leaning back on the railings with his elbows. He faces you, all smiles and eyes serene. He looks a little like a prince, you take note.

“Everything is just as is to me. Nothing is constantly good, or constantly bad. But the chaos it mixes into always has an angle that looks beautiful,” is how you answer him and he nods.

“Deep,” he replies and the both of you stare at each other before bursting into laughter simultaneously.

“I realized why we can’t share conversations like this when the sun rises,” you tell him again. He looks at you waiting for your response, so you continue.

“When the sun rises that’s the world telling us to be silent and watch. But now, when it’s just the moon, some stars, and maybe a few grey clouds—it’s the world listening to us. To our thoughts.”

“Because the world is so still?” he says, branching out your thoughts. You nod because you were about to say the same thing.

“None the less, it’s still beautiful,” you say again, then stretch before leaning back and facing the sky again.

Beautiful, Akaashi agrees, turning to face the sky too.

The moon, the stars, the silence of the city, your thoughts—and perhaps, you too.

#12 Bokuto Koutarou | bokutoluvbot | Local bookstore: 5:09PM

To be fair he greets you before you greet him, but you’ve noticed his presence before he did yours.

Then again, how could you not? His energy practically was flowing the second he walked in the room. Bookshops, in particular the one you’re currently at has always felt like a mini home away from home.

There was something about the smell of paper, both old and new, the old coffee machine you’ve known has been around much longer than you have whirring in the background, and the chime of the bells by the door saying hello and goodbye to every passing customer that just took root in you.

You were as consciously aware of the atmosphere as you were of the book you were reading. So when the bell chimes a hello, from your seat you look up and see walking sunshine.

“Hi!” he beams, and the grandmother who you know makes the best coffees perks up with his greeting. You watch as he leans forward and places his order, something you can’t quite hear from where you are, but smile anyway when you realize he jumps into conversation and keeps her company as she busies herself around the kitchen with his order.

When he passes by you and occupies the table to your right, you smell caramel.

It suits him, you think, and then smile as you focus back to your book.

Observing strangers was also one of your favorite ways to pass the time.

About twenty to thirty minutes rolled by and it only took that much for you to notice he was rather an expressive reader. From what you could guess, he was reading some sort of manga. He cackled, so you guessed the dialogue must have been funny, but from the way he gasped and heard his leg tap anxiously—there were probably some well executed fight scenes thrown in there somewhere too.

Then when he exclaimed something rather loudly, you looked at him, intrigued.

“Exciting book?” you say and he scratches the back of his head like he’s suddenly shy.

“Sorry about the noise,” he apologizes, half facing you with his head bowed. He’s finally looking up and watching you wave off his apology, telling him it’s okay, when he beams as a response.

“Words are pretty exciting, aren’t they?” you whisper, leaning closer to his table and he nods his head, putting his book face down on the table and shifting his body to face you.

“I’m usually loud a lot, but I like this place,” he nods, agreeing with you. “And you’re right, they’re exciting. Written or said, words are great!”

His energy was noticeable, you inwardly comment again. From his monochrome hair, tooth grin, booming voice, and mirth in his eyes that went hand in hand with the happiness of his words—he was definitely noticeable.

It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, though.

Especially not as he takes his things and moves to sit next to you, holding out his hand to shake as he introduces himself as Bokuto Koutarou.

“I should probably buy you some coffee,” he laughs, quickly apologizing over just interrupting your space (which you laugh at anyway.)

“That’d be nice,” you reply anyway.

Even though you weren’t too much of a fan of the sweeter types of coffee—you realize maybe caramel could be an exception this time.

#13 Tsukishima Kei | milkfortobio | Cafe, 7AM & 6:13PM

You’re made aware that you should definitely make it a habit to bring your glasses with you wherever you went, considering how much of a struggle it is for you to even read the menu at the moment.

You’re on your way to class, but decide to stop by the coffee shop right around the block for some coffee to go.

Considering that you were a regular, at this point you’ve come to know the regular workers by name. In turn, a majority of them have even remembered the usual orders you rotated with on a weekly basis.

So when you enter the café with your Wednesday order already in mind, you’re surprised to be face to face with a tall blonde on the other side of the counter instead of the brunette you usually shared small talk with.

He’d be a lot cuter, you think, if he wasn’t so….

You let your thoughts trail off as you’re snapped back to the present with an expectant quirk of his left eyebrow. “Well?”

Before you could answer with an order you’ve already memorized by heart at this point, the manager, the kind uncle who both owns and manages the establishment comes out of his office, and passes by shooting you a smile, then, “Kei don’t rush the customer.”

He responds with a halfhearted yes before turning his focus back to you and offering a smile that more so tethered along a look of boredom.

If he wasn’t so dry, you finished your prior thought.

Though to be fair, he did apologize for rushing you when you picked up your order in a to go cup.

“So you’re the regular they told me about?” he asks you, leaning against the counter. If you’d met him under different circumstances, you would most likely have half the mind to at least check him out, but that wasn’t exactly the case so you decide to just nod as your choice of response.

“New part timer?”

“Yeah, I still have classes later in the afternoon.”

You nod, not particularly curious to ask more, so you take your order when he hands it to you and wave your hand as a goodbye. The manager shoots you a smile and a good luck on the exam you were taking that morning.

You’re already half way down the street before you realize that the new blonde part timer also waved his hand and smiled.

It’s a little past six pm when you finally make it out of class and on the way home, when for the second time that day, you decide to stop by the café to pick up some dinner to go for that night.

This time, it’s just the two regulars working with the manager sitting at a far table with some stacks of papers.

“Dinner?” one asks you and you nod, already pulling out the exact bill you know it comes out to every time.

“You’re the best!” you reply, grabbing the bag and bidding a quick goodbye as you walk out the door again.

“Kei bought you a slice of cake too,” the other regular comments and she shoots you a knowing look as you look at her in confusion.

Strawberry shortcake, you smile as you peek in the bag. And apparently he made a new blend of tea, too.

You spend the remainder of the night thinking about how much sweeter the blend of your tea seemed to taste from before. Though as a second thought, when you take another sip, you decide that you don’t really mind.

#14 Bokuto Koutarou | anon | 7/11, 04:59 AM

Taking the first train wasn’t one of Bokuto’s favorite things to do especially when it meant getting up before five in the morning. Because of the temporary relocation of their gym, for the next three weeks Bokuto didn’t have much of a choice other than take the earliest train to make it in time for morning practice.

He could have just drove, Atsumu would comment, but thinking about driving when you were half asleep didn’t seem too appealing for him so that was out of the question.

Train rides weren’t so bad. From his station to the gym, even the morning rush hour proved to be slow. Plus, he found that falling asleep to the steady stop and start of the train was something he’d come to enjoy.

In contrast, you loved your early start of the day. The walk to the train station, sipping coffee while you wait on the platform, seeing familiar faces in strangers everyday—it felt like a nice part of your routine.

Especially in the spring. You’re walking past the convenience store when it’s 4:57 AM, before you stop, take two quick steps back and walk in deciding to get your coffee here instead of the usual one from the vending machines.

A change could be nice, you think.

And you hold on to that thought as you make your way to the counter to pay and only smile at the sight of a man pulling bills out of his wallet while trying to blink away the sleep in his eyes.

“Good morning,” you tell him, offering a smile when he turns around and notices you.

“Too early for morning,” he sighs and takes a sip of his drink. Hot chocolate, you notice. Cute. “Sun’s not even out,” he continues, shaking his head before taking another sip.

This time, he sighs, muttering something along the lines of, “wow, that really hits the spot,” before bowing and shuffling to the side after checking the time on his watch.

The station was a few steps away, and the first train wouldn’t be arriving for another fifteen minutes, so you deem it safe enough to start conversation.

“First train?”

He nods and offers you a smile despite looking sleepy and raises his cup of hot chocolate to your choice of coffee.

“Maybe you wanna try some coffee instead of some hot chocolate?” you suggest and he shakes his head with a pout. Cute, you think again, then snicker behind your coffee.

“I like sleeping in the train,” he yawns. “Bokuto, by the way,” he beams at you and you nod your head as you tell him your name.

“We should get going; train’s arriving soon,” you say and he nods, pushing himself off of the counter to walk with you.

You like your morning routine, you realize. And it was because of the little things too. The much needed solitude during your walks, the quieter atmosphere of a usually busy station, and the smell of dewdrops your herb garden gives off in the early hours.

And perhaps you could add in a reason today. Of how much you like the taste of your coffee: warm against the cooler morning air. And even warmer as you share it with a stranger, walking next to you, and beaming like sunlight itself.

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makeste · 5 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 269: LAID HIM OUT LIKE A BROCHURE

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor, Mic, and Aizawa finally caught up with Crust and Miruko after 19 years to help deal with the High End Noumus. Aizawa used his quirk on them, but Girl Noumu was able to get away and shoot acid at them all, and that one bone-tentacle-y Noumu was also able to attack Mirko with his quirk. Speaking of Mirko, she spent most of the chapter kicking away at Tomura’s Noumutank like those guys with the battering ram in Beauty and the Beast. Or maybe just kicking it one time very, very slowly while we cut back and forth from the scene. It was hard to tell. But either way, she didn’t quite manage to shatter it and instead just left it all cracked and leaking. Anyway so everyone keeps saying that if Tomura escapes that would be Very Bad, and I’m inclined to agree, especially since Aizawa and Mic are looking all serious and vengeful, and I’m really going to need them to not die, ever.

Today on BnHA: Endeavor helpfully and terrifyingly cauterizes Mirko’s wounds while Aizawa holds off the Noumu with his quirk and buys time for Mic to go after Ujiko and Tomura. Mic and our new optician friend Exress race down the corridor and Mic immediately uses his quirk to shatter Noumuraki’s tank, which is the fastest and most efficient action we have seen in this entire arc so far. Mic then CORDIALLY INTRODUCES UJIKO’S FACE TO HIS FIST, which caused me to have an awakening, but unfortunately the same can’t be said for Tomura, who’s now lying on the ground very much not awake and seemingly dead. So I guess that’s it, guys. Looks like Dabi is the main villain now. Good for you Dabi, those are some pretty big britches to fill. No that wasn’t a crack about your height. God you’re sensitive. And so now we get to wait another two weeks! You know what, let’s just focus on the part where Ujiko got flattened like a paper bag.

so this is the chapter that was originally scheduled to be released on Kacchan’s birthday, but what are the odds he’s not even in it. how do you all think the traffic light trio is doing. this has been the world’s longest evacuation. or do you think they already finished a long time ago and are just hanging out now and being all “can’t wait to hear back from everyone else, I’m sure they’re all fine and dandy.” which would be funny, you see, because everyone else actually isn’t fine and dandy at all! do you get it. ahaha jokes

anyway so this chapter is titled “the three of us”, so I’m guessing there’s more Aizawa/Mic/Shirakumo angst on the horizon! so you’re just going to keep on assaulting my battered heart then, Horikoshi. cool. coolcoolcoolcoolcool

HEY NOW

HORIKOSHI WE TALKED ABOUT THIS. I WILL LAUNCH YOU INTO SPACE

fffff -- okay well whatever!! it’s a manga!! she’ll be fine! they have manga science! Recovery Girl can heal her legs and her side and everything else, and get her a nice new robot arm, and she’ll have a cool scar on her ear. happy thoughts happy thoughts

FFDFSF

IS HE TALKING TO ME OR HER. I FEEL LIKE HE’S TALKING TO ME. don’t worry Endeavor I will look away for this part

lol excuse me what now

5 minutes?? by whose reckoning, exactly?? jesus christ. I bet if he turned his flames off we’d learn that he has grown a whole new actual beard. Endeavor. civilizations have risen and fallen. okay you know what, new theory, Ujiko’s basement lair is somehow running on Narnia time

OH MY FEELS HE SAYS HE OWES HER A DEBT AFTER KYUSHU. referring of course to when she showed up out of the blue to save his ass from Dabi. anyways though how nice of him to express his gratitude by setting all of her wounds on fire

I guess we can stand down from red alert now though since Mirko is clearly going to be just fine

somehow she has more calm while getting her horrific injuries cauterized than I do when trying to decide whether or not to sell electronic turnips in a video game

wuh oh

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT HE’S A BARREL OF LAUGHS. actually no that’s a lie, you definitely would have had and did have more fun while fighting Mirko

also, this angle of Endeavor’s face, though

AWAKE! AVAST!! HOLD TIGHT YOUR BUNS! IF BUNS YOU DO HOLD DEAR

god damn it as per usual I have no idea what is going on in action panels even when I stare at them intensely for a full minute or more

I don’t even remember how many Noumus are left at this point now. who’s that sunfish-looking one on the right near Mic?? is he a new one?? is that Crust jumping around in the middle, or is he the one standing near the sunfish Noumu? who is it that’s firing that laser or whatnot in the middle?? did this big Noumu in the foreground on the left just get decapitated??

honestly it seems like they almost have things under control at long last. Aizawa and Mic should just head after Ujiko is already and leave the rest of them to it

so Mirko is now giving them all the details about Tomura and how he’s currently chilling out floating in his sensory deprivation tank

and she’s all DON’T LET SHIGARAKI WAKE UP as if she wasn’t the one trying to smash the capsule open in the previous chapter?? or did she assume he would just sleep through all that lol

also the High Ends have apparently still not completely woken up themselves yet. guess we should be grateful

WELL HELLO

if Aizawa Shouta ever cuts his hair I will declare a national day of mourning

anyways though, reinforcements! about fucking time

did anyone else immediately blink right after reading that last sentence, and then feel a profound gratitude for being able to blink freely at will. holy shit. blinking is so great

what happens if he has to sneeze?? oh my god. and what the fuck why is this a one-man show anyway, where the hell is your husband

okay there he is

“I’m here, too,” says Vision Hero: Exress. and so he is. so what kind of quirk do you have, then, x-ray vision? really hope not, no offense. just don’t see how that would exactly be useful right now. or maybe it’s laser vision, in which case yeah okay we can work with that. you heard the man, go on ahead then

this motherfucker is still alive?!

I really cannot express enough just how steep of a cliff Endeavor has fallen off of in this arc. he has not done a single useful thing aside from the cauterizing. so now it’s up to Eyeballs Hero: Sees Real Good to hopefully somehow oneshot this guy whom the number one hero barely managed to scratch

OH MY GOD AN ACTUAL PLOT TWIST

CRUST ACTUALLY DID SOMETHING. took me a minute to realize he was shouting “go” in that speech bubble, as opposed to randomly screeching out his age, 60

Mic and Aizawa are so hot but I’m feeling such impending doom right now

-- oh no. oh fuck. I just realized -- why are they splitting them up?? sir that’s his emotional support hero

ffff for reals though I feel like Mic doesn’t have the same plot protection as Shouta. and I also feel like this is a very stupid decision in general, and that the guy who can cancel out quirks should be included in the group of people rushing in to capture the scary big bad whose quirk is an insta-kill. but what do I know, I’m just a regular person who didn’t go to hero school and get their hero MBA so MAYBE I’M WRONG. but am I

oh shit oh shit oh shit

not really clear on what Mic is doing here since he should in theory just be running like a normal person, but I can’t complain much about the dynamic pose. and meanwhile Ujiko has finally snapped to the fact that he should have woken Tomura up a good half hour ago!

and on top of all that, it sounds like they didn’t destroy all of their supervillain research data either, so if he does manage to escape we could be right back to square one before long. good thing they definitely positively won’t let him escape!!

OH MY GOD THIS SHIT IS FINALLY HAPPENING AHHHHHH

MIC’S VOICE IS SO POWERFUL IT INSTANTLY SHATTERED THE GLASS WHICH EVEN MIRKO’S NOUMU-DECAPITATING RABBIT LEGS COULD NOT BREAK, OH MY BISCUITS, WE STAN AN ICON AND A LEGEND

DID HE MANAGE TO STOP HIM BEFORE HE ACTIVATED THE WAKEUP SEQUENCE OR WHATEVER THE FUCK? IF YES WHAT IS EVEN GOING TO HAPPEN NOW, WILL TOMURA JUST CURL UP IN A LITTLE BALL AND CONTINUE TO SLUMBER PEACEFULLY WITH HIS HAIR ALL WET. HE’LL CATCH A COLD

BUT FOR REAL THOUGH OBVIOUSLY HE IS GOING TO WAKE UP AHHHHHHHH

nghhh everything’s shattering all dramatically and in slow motion

swear to god if this chapter ends with Tomura opening his eyes while we cut to another two week break, I will... ... ...well I guess I’m about to find out though because that’s exactly what’s going to happen isn’t it

(ETA: if you can sleep through Present Mic’s attack you can really sleep through anything huh.)

lol but first

sploosh. down he goes. timber. still a sleepy boi. I take a nap right here

LORD, MIC IS ABOUT TO RIP UJIKO A NEW ONE AND I’VE NEVER FELT SO ALIVE?!

CUE HORIKOSHI CUTTING TO SOME MORE FLASHBACKS OF OBORO TO MAKE US ALL SAD. THAT’S RIGHT, I KNOW ALL OF YOUR TRICKS! BRING IT

1) the fuck is he doing, 2) is this the first time we’ve seen Aizawa call Mic by his name??, and 3) WHAT DID I TELL YOU THOUGH

MY HEART IS A STONE! I FEEL NOTHING! YOU CAN’T HURT ME SO GIVE IT UP. please give it up sob

OH NO

UNDONE BY AIZAWA’S SOFT EXPRESSION AND WISTFUL EYES NOOOO I lied I am not a stone at all I am a big squishy marshmallow of feels oh fuck

OH WOW

DON’T EVER LOOK BACK. ON THE WORLD CLOSING IN!! BE ON THE ATTACK. WITH YOUR WIIIIINGS ON THE WIIIND

he straight up ENDED HIS LIFE. holy shit. 4/24/2020. the day I was sexually attracted to Present Mic

anyways now back to your regularly scheduled sad feelings at the reminder of the fact that yep, Ujiko and all of his fucked up experimenting absolutely did make Aizawa cry. not that I’m saying that’s a crime of even greater magnitude than all his other crimes of kidnapping and torture and research using human children. I absolutely am not saying that. just implying it. in a joking manner. semi-joking. partially. kind of

(ETA: also, belated shout out to the fact that his excuse for doing it was so he could verify that it wasn’t another clone. and since it’s Present Mic, there’s a 74% chance he screamed out “CLONE CHECK!” in English too, which, bless.)

I know there’s a particular side of fandom that largely thinks that all heroes are Garbage Scum, but I mean, look at this scene though of Gazerbeam crouching down to gingerly check Tomura’s vitals. idk, I thought this was surprisingly gentle

I should probably be more concerned about that statement, but truth be told, I’m much more anxious about Gazerbeam going the way of his namesake shortly henceforth. please be careful please I know he looks all floppy and wounded and surprisingly vulnerable --

-- okay, very surprisingly vulnerable --

I really do have a thing for the hair covering the eyes huh. I’m learning things about myself!

but still! he could basically just blink at you at this point and you would turn to dust, Gazerbeam. DUST. ASHES. DEBRIS SCATTERED TO THE WINDS

wow apparently that space tube was doing a lot more than I thought

mhmm. sure. Horikoshi. dude, I can see you sitting there shaking with barely suppressed laughter. did you really think this would get us to let our guards down. are we a joke to you. did you think we would just be all “oh gosh I guess he really is dead then, wow, what a twist”

oh!! the reinforcements!!

did you hear that guys. it’s done. the heroes won and Tomura is dead and it’s really over just like that. what a positive ending for everyone. except Tomura I guess

I’ve said before that U.A. needs to add a course about tempting fate to their curriculum, and I stand by that. this is absurd. it’s like y’all want to die

oh look at that Endeavor finally killed one

was that really so hard. could you not have done that earlier

-- GODDAMN IT ARE YOU REALLY DOING THIS AGAIN

“what if... I dragged it out so much that the dragging-out was the cliffhanger?” that’s some galaxy brain you got there dude. let’s just end the chapter on that WHY NOT

anyway. so there you have it guys. just look how dead he is. that’s the smile of someone who is absolutely, certainly, one hundred percent dead. look at him, all at peace. definitely not gonna finally wake up two weeks from now and properly introduce himself to our new friend Gazerbeam and my new we’re-just-trying-something-out-and-taking-it-slow-and-we’ll-see-where-it-goes boyfriend Present Mic!

lol I can’t lie, these last couple chapters have tested my patience a bit! fortunately this chapter had many saving graces in the form of Mirko, Aizawa, Mic, and for reals though Gazerbeam whom I genuinely did grow attached to almost immediately for reasons beyond my grasping. but I’m starting to get an inkling that Horikoshi is just incapable of pacing himself well whenever the story moves to a basement. or maybe I’m just cranky on account of being holed up in lockdown since time immemorial and only getting my new BnHA fix every other week! maybe, that could be it. maybe. ah well. at least Present Mic punched Ujiko in the fucking face

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bakatenshii · 5 years ago

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Katsuki x Leese HCs

I uhhh have no excuses for this. This turned out so much longer than expected and I just?? Hope you don’t lose too many braincells hehe Inspired by our mutual obsession love for the Yakuza. For @lookslikeleese 3.5k! U make my kokoro doki doki ♡︎ \٩(๑`^´๑)۶/ ♡︎

So we all know Weese Leese as this saint, an angel sent from above, a pure soul that could do no wrong.

Leese, who puts up with our spamming, random bursts of thirst at 4am, answering everyone with nothing less than kind words straight out of a self-help book.

The reincarnation of Mother Theresa herself, if you will (minus the controversial problematic part)

Except I’m bout to blow your mind right now, cue the big TRIGGER WARNING: MIND BLOWING INFO AHEAD:

She’s a bit of a closet brat. No, not the kind that’s outwardly sassy, she’s just not a pushover. And maybe a lil stubborn.

Especially if someone who has no right to challenge her is speaking down to her.

See: 6’3, beeg beefy undercut Katsuki

Katsuki, who’s patrolling his district in the Kabukicho, making sure no one’s doing illegal business in his area, his property

He probably didn’t need two bodyguards with him, he could handle himself just fine. (He doesn’t know that they were just there to keep him in line, make sure he doesn’t blow up a hostess club because a man walked in who looked like Deku)

But it was a spectacle to see either way, three massive tatted men storming down the rowdy streets like it’s nobody’s business— (soon there might be none left if they keep scaring the fucking customers away)

Don’t get impatient, we’ll tie them together somehow I promise, and no they’re not going to fight over spilt boba this time

(Or any mugging of any kind, though that’s a good fuckin trope that I will shamelessly re-use)

Weese Leese is walking home from work, and sees some sketchy men in a dingy alleyway in sunglasses and suits— she knew right away that they were Top Tier suspy

I mean, if the way they were trying to coerce an innocent-looking girl in school uniform didn’t already give it away, the sunglasses at 8pm definitely did the job.

So Weese Leese took her whole Mother Theresa, Thou Shalt Not Hurt an Innocent Girl (pls no one religious attack me please) ass over

Because she’s too good for this world, honestly

Can’t help but jump in to try and help someone in potential danger, she knew it all too well herself.

Of course the men flip out, screaming at her to fuck off or take the poor girl’s spot

(for the sake of this AU we’re going to pretend that either we all speak fluent anime Japanese or it’s in English, plotholes be damned)

This is when Big Boss Katsuki comes marching in, wide as the alleyway itself, and—

Doesn’t come to Weese Leese’s aid, SIKE yall thought he was gonna be a knight in shining armour?

Nah, he’s pissed that a random woman is sticking her nose in somewhere she doesn’t belong

There’s a lot of ‘aniki’s and ‘oyabun’s and ‘kumicho’s going around, and Weese Leese has seen enough Yakuza movies fantasized about enough tatted men with missing pinkies to understand that she fucked up

Sort of.

This 200lbs of pure muscle of a man is the Head of Some Family, probably, and like, yeah, realistically she should be flittering in fear, but the only thing she’s getting are fanny flutters (alliteration or whatever, we out here)

BUT how much she wants to fuck this man still doesn’t excuse the fact that his subordinates were trying to force a (most-likely) underage girl into fuck-knows-what

So when Katsuki, in true aggressive on-brand fashion, practically roars out a

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, woman? Stay in your lane, this is my business”

She actually, to everyones surprise, retorts:

“Maybe teach your subordinates to use their brains a lil and pick out someone who’s not clearly underage and still in uniform next time, then.”

So now we’re back to the beginning, end of the: record scratch, freeze frame, ‘Yup, that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I got here’ sequence

Told you it’d all tie together, sans-boba

Back to the show:

Katsuki’s fucking shocked, kinda impressed, but mostly pissed off that some ‘stupid woman’ is talking back to him telling him how to run his business

Weese Leese is… kind of terrified, mostly turned on though, because her brain’s wiring must’ve gotten tangled when she turned into this alleyway.

Sucks for him because she had a point, and Katsuki’s not fucking blind— he can see the uniform clearly on this stupid girl’s body.

They deal with it some Yakuza way, I’ll spare yall the details and me the work of doing research and writing more nonsensical irrelevant waffle (because weese has the attention span of a 3 year old and doesn’t like long drawn out narratives boohoo)

Cut scene back to Katsuki, his two irrelevant bodyguards, and Weese Leese, stood alone in the alleyway.

He’s fuming because she’s demanding an apology for his attitude, his bodyguards are only slightly worried they might have to repave the alleyway (again), and Weese Leese is…

scanning any sliver of exposed skin for some yummy scary tattoos

Long story short, one long passive aggressive (from Leese’s end), straight up aggressive (from Katsuki’s end), argument later, he swallows his pride and offers her a drink at a local bar he owns as a means of apology.

because he’s not saying those words

(also to flex, he’s a proud bastard, he is)

We’ve all read Weese Leese’s hcs about drunk! Leese right? So we know how bold she is?

And how touchy she is and how her brain-to-mouth filter takes a holiday on a Caribbean island so she’s spouting shit like ‘show me your tattooooooos’ and not noticing how he’s blushing in response?

Drunk! Leese gets too drunk, and conveniently loses her keys (she just can’t find them, dont worry we’re not losing deposit money here) so in true Josei manga fashion, he takes her to a hotel

(THAT HE OWNS, HE OWNS EVERYTHING, OYABUN KATSUKI COMING THROUGH)

Because he can’t take her back to his, obviously. Not only is that embarrassing but also dangerous.

(Not that he cares what happens to her, obviously)

Stupid fucking tsundere

Do they diddle the do at the hotel? You decide, but they definitely diddle the do the next morning when she wakes up, sees him splayed on the bed on his stomach and she absentmindedly traces over the back-piece he’s got.

Yeah, he’s for a back-piece. It’s entirely self-indulgent, I don’t care. He’s also got all ten of his fingers because I say so.

And he wakes up with a raging boner mighty need and a half naked girl in his bed caressing the muscles on his back and

BLEEP

Insert censor bar here.

He doesn’t admit that he likes her, of course he doesn’t. Do you even know how tsunderes work?

He just thinks she’s nice, and comforting, let’s him be loud and angry all he wants, but can also stand her own ground and so, so lovely fun to be around. She’s great company, that’s all.

The head of a house needs a woman to play around with, right? That’s what all his shateis say (see: Yakuza term for younger brothers)

So what if they don’t buy their women flowers, take them to fancy dinners at restaurants they own, pound them against the penthouse windows of hotels they own, and begrudgingly take hot soaks in the fancy marble bathtubs the morning after.

He’s just better than them, that’s all.

He’s always the best at what he does, always has to be #1, so courting a woman shouldn’t be any different.

It’s not until his shateis poke fun at how soft he’s become and asks him when he’s inviting her to move in when he realizes—

fuck.

He’s in too deep.

But there’s something special about fucking his woman on the ancient tatami flooring of the house, (he’d only had to replace two holes, so he’s doing alright to be fair)

Or outside on the wooden planks of the hallway, legs pushed down to her ears as he plows her in front of the judging eyes of the Koi fish in the Japanese garden.

Or having her parade around in clothes he chooses for her, proudly displaying her as his. And so they live happily ever after, Yakuza movie style.

They might pop out an heir within the next two years, but that’s all for the better, right? Gotta continue the bloodline and whatnot.

edit: weese made a picrew with yakuza! katsuki

#I literally #this felt like a fever dream #on GOD I had a random spurt of an idea and I snatched it and Usain Bolted with it #I'M SORRY HAHA #don't hate me for the pov change weese pwease #:((((#matchup hcs #crackheads in the psychotic server

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pointy-hat-witch · 4 years ago

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Title: ‘s fine

Show: One-Punch Man

Pairing: Genos/Saitama

TW: Domestic Abuse, Unhealthy Relationships

You can read it on AO3 if you want to! :)

Saitama was laying on the floor, supporting himself with on arm in which he also held the manga he was reading and scratched his butt with his other hand. It was silent except for the occasional chirp of cicadas in the late summer. Genos had been called to deal with a threat around an hour ago and should be back every minute now. Saitama was waiting for him patiently, hoping Genos wouldn’t forget to go grocery shopping on his way back, so they could eat dinner.

Well, if he wouldn’t be home in another half an hour, he would be on his way to help and then they could buy groceries together.

Just when he was staring out of the window, face blank, he heard the lock of the door being turned. It wasn’t that he felt happiness, but Genos had this effect on him that he didn’t feel not anything anymore. It was a welcomed change, Saitama thought.

He bend his head back, so his head was upside down, waiting for Genos to come into view and threw up his empty hand.

“Yo.”

Genos stood straight, “I’m back, Sensei”, came the formal reply before he put down the plastic bags. Saitama’s face lightened up.

“What’s for dinner?” He had already forgotten where he was in the manga as he put it back into place in the shelf. Oh well, he could always reread it. He yawned, both arms stretched wide above his head until he noticed the lack of reply.

“Oi, Genos”, Saitama said confused. He wasn’t worried or anything but it was unusual that Genos didn’t answer immediately. He got up and walked around the corner into the kitchen to find Genos fumbling with his arm, that spasmed slightly next to him.

“Oh”, Saitama leaned against the doorframe, “you got hurt?”

Genos startled as if he didn’t noticed Saitama coming. His face was cracked at the side as well, his right pupil jumping back and forth.

“Just a minor injury, Sensei”, Genos caught himself, “it will only take a few minutes for me to reconnect the defect junctions. Dinner will be ready right after.”

“Alright”, Saitama huffed, a little relieved. He walked back into the living space, turning on the TV to see a report on the monster Genos had fought. Said cyborg followed into the room with a small pouch of utensils to work on himself. Saitama only glanced at them shortly, not knowing what they were good for anyway.

Genos' back was turned to him as he muttered under his breath, carefully working on the connections in his face with the help of a mirror. Saitama could make out the self-deprecating insults his self-proclaimed disciple threw at himself.

He sighed. Saitama sure wasn’t one to preach about this, putting himself down more often than not, but something about Genos doing it rubbed him in the wrong way. He scooted a little closer before putting one hand on Genos shoulder. He didn’t know what he was about to say, he never knew, but until now it always kind of worked out anyway.

But before Saitama could even open his mouth, Genos' arm jerked again and shot up in a weird angle, hand clenched to a fist, and punched Saitama square in the face with its back.

Time stood still for a minute.

Saitama blinked. It didn’t hurt in the least, he even saw it coming and could’ve dodged or repelled it. But it somehow was so strange to have Genos of all people punch him that he couldn’t react.

Genos jerked around utter shock plastered over his face. “I sincerely apologize, Saitama-sensei. That was an accident. It doesn’t undo my action, however, please forgive me.” His eyes were wide open, staring almost afraid at his master.

“’s all good”, Saitama almost chuckled, “didn’t expect that one.” He patted Genos shoulder as he had intended. “Just take it easy, nothing to fret about.”

Genos worked silently on his repairs, if not a little ashamed. Saitama kept watching the news, scratching his stomach.

The next time Genos came home after a monster attack, he wasn’t injured at all. Saitama was pleased, even a little proud. Did Genos finally learn to take care of himself? Did he take some of his advice he actually meant to heart?

With a small smile on his lips, Saitama walked up to him, hands propped on his hips.

“Yo, Genos, I see you’re all well. How did it go?”

Genos head whipped up from where he took off his shoes and Saitama could have sworn, there was something in Genos’ eyes. Something … he couldn’t place it and before he could even think about it, it was gone.

“All went well, Sensei, thank you. Though, I wasn’t even able to fight as Tatsumaki arrived before me and took care of the monster all by herself.”

“Oh”, Saitama nodded, “well, anyway, you’re all good, that’s good.”

“Yes, sensei.” It sounded a little subdued, but Saitama just shrugged it off and walked back to his futon. “How about lunch?”

“Very well”, Genos answered. And not soon later, Saitama heard Genos rummage through the cupboards to get his utensils.

“Oh, yeah”, he muttered under his breath, thinking about the funny commercial about sponges and he just needed to tell Genos about it. He walked up to the kitchen, standing in the doorframe.

He didn’t really notice Genos’ tense shoulders and slightly stiffer movements. “Oi, Genos, listen to th-“

“I’m sorry, Sensei, could I please cook in silence?”

“Uh”, Saitama was stunned for a moment. Genos had never brushed him off like this. “Yeah, sure. You alright?”

“Of course, Sensei. Please.”

“Yeah, yeah”, Saitama sauntered back slowly, a small pout on his lips. Genos was definitely in a bad mood. And this commercial had been really funny, it definitely would lighten up his mood. He turned back around.

“Just, real quick, Genos. Listen to-“ He saw the metallic fist, saw it almost in slow motion and this time he saw the anger that flickered for a friction of a second over Genos face, before the metal collided with his cheek. Again, it didn’t hurt but just the action alone, Genos’ punching him, him, rendered him motionless.

“I’m- I’m so sorry, Sensei!” Genos pulled his fist back, guilt flashing over his face. “I’m just … really not in a good mood.”

“’s fine.” Saitama blinked, slowly turning back around. What was he going to tell Genos again?

“It didn’t hurt anyway, did it?” Genos asked from the kitchen.

Saitama nodded absentmindedly. “No, it didn’t.”

The door slammed shut when Genos came back from his last HA call. It was only a meeting, S-Class Heroes apparently had to have them at least once a month and Genos repeatedly lamented over how boring they were. Saitama looked up from his cactus he was watering, cocking his head. It put him in a bad mood when Genos was in a bad mood, he rather saw him smiling, rambling about something-something-technical or humming as he cooked.

“Hey, Genos”, Saitama pulled the window close behind him, putting the watering can down. “How did it go? Boring?” His lips twitched as he tried to joke.

“Yes, sensei”, Genos pressed through tight lips. “And unnecessary. They actually want us to waste even more time to organize public events to grow closer to the population of each city.”

“Huh”, Saitama crunched his eyebrows, “well, here in Z City aren’t a lot of people anyway, so it’s one city less, am I right?”

“That’s not really a laughing matter, Sensei”, Genos shot back, clearly irritated.

“Mhm”, Saitama hummed, rocking on his feet back and forth. “Wanna see a movie to relax?”

“No”, Genos was sitting down at the coffee table, already scribbling furiously to clear his mind, “I need to brainstorm an event I can host.”

“Oh!” Saitama’s face brightened, plunging himself down next to his disciple. “I can help with that.”

“Sensei”, Genos shot him a glance, raising an eyebrow, “I know your intent is well but I think this is something I need to accomplish myself.”

“Oh”, Saitama pursed his lips, “yeah, sure.” He leaned back on one hand, looking around a little lost for a moment, then changed his mind and leaned forward again. “But I have this really good id-“

Genos’ hand shoved him back only slightly, but still even a slight shove by the cyborg could be considered hard by normal human standards. Good thing, Saitama wasn’t a normal human by any standards. Still, he let himself fall backwards, staring at the ceiling.

“Sensei!” Genos was over him in an instant, shocked that his shove could have actually do anything to him.

“’s fine”, Saitama waved him away. “Sometimes it’s better to let it out instead of letting it eat you up inside.”

“Y-yes, sensei. I apologize.” Genos bowed deeply until Saitama ruffled his hair.

“Don’t be”, he cocked a small smile, “I said it’s all fine. Feel a little better?”

Genos looked up, eyes still a little sad but he nodded. “Y-yes.”

“See?” Saitama turned on the TV, not moving from his position on the floor and soon he heard Genos writing again.

“… and that’s when the second sponge comes back, sliding down the pan to make a double flip into the water. And this time with boobs? Can you imagine what idiot even had the idea and was paid for it?!” Saitama laughed, head thrown back, clapping his thigh.

Genos was stirring the curry, listening dutifully in silence. He nodded here and there, throwing a glance over his shoulder to indicate that he was listening.

Saitama sighed and as he stood back up from bending over and as he wiped away a laughing tear, he knocked one of the bottles of spices over that were still standing on the counter. The small bottle tumbled down and neither of them could catch it before it landed on the kitchen floor, shattering on impact.

“Aw, man”, Saitama sighed, looking at the mess he made, “I’m getting a br-“

“Can’t you be more careful, sensei?” Genos sighed exasperated. There was no heat in his words, but it was the first time he openly was displeased with Saitama.

“I- uh, yeah, sorry. My bad.” Saitama scratched his cheek, crouching down to pick up the bigger pieces of shards. Genos slapped his hand away, though. Saitama stared at hand that was slapped away and when he looked back again at Genos, he almost anticipated the fist that came flying his way.

For a reason unknown to Saitama, though it still didn’t do any damage whatsoever, he let himself fall backward. His back collided with the floor, his eyes blinking at the ceiling. Déjà vu, he thought for a moment but the next moment Genos was hovering over him and where he expected him to look remorseful, Genos looked at him with disdain.

Neither said a word. And then Genos punched him in the face. His head lulled to one side and with the next punch to the other cheek, his head rolled over to the other side.

“Just get a broom.” Genos sighed after a second, getting up to go back to stir the curry.

“Uh, yeah”, Saitama got back up again. ‘s fine, he thought when he came back from the bathroom with a hand broom to brush away the powder and little glass shards and Genos chattering away about the monster fight he had today.

“Humpf”, Saitama huffed, as he bent over after Genos’ fist struck him into his abdomen. It was kind of strange to make this make believe fight, considering he didn’t feel any pain and Genos knew he didn’t deal any damage. Still, there was something satisfying in pretending someone could throw punches that brought him to his knees.

Saitama held himself up with on arm, about to stand up again but Genos kicked him in his stomach once, twice and then kicked his leg back to make him fall flat on his face. Then he continued to kicked into his side and after a few kicks, Saitama curled up, letting Genos kick him against his arms he had wrapped around his head, against his unguarded stomach.

Genos kneeled down, praying Saitama’s arms away to punch him against his mouth. Saitama imagined his lips split open, blood gushing out and for a moment he thought it actually did happen when he felt liquid on his chin rolling down.

When his eyes sprung open in surprise, he saw Genos eyes welled up with oil that kept falling on his face. With every punch the oil splashed everywhere and Saitama distantly thought about the mess they made.

However, he stretched his arms up, wiping the oily tears away.

“Sens-“, Genos hiccuped and clasped both his hands around Saitama’s throat in an attempt to crush his windpipe. Saitama kept looking up at him, wiping over his cheeks.

“Sensei”, Genos whispered, almost in awe and Saitama cupped his face with both his hands.

“’s fine”, he mumbled, mouth a little dry. Genos leaned down, brushing their foreheads against each other.

“It doesn’t hurt anyway, remember?” Saitama almost chuckled, thinking about all the dents and broken pieces of Genos’ armored body.

“I know”, Genos sighed, nuzzling their noses together. There was a moment of hesitation and then a second later, Genos crossed the last distance between them, brushing their lips together.

The kiss was tender, not forceful, not too deep, just lips brushing against each other. Saitama could feel Genos’ breath on his cheek, feeling his core heating up just a little. He angled his head, straining against Genos’ tight grip on his throat, to deepen the kiss.

After a few lingering seconds, Genos pulled back and looked into Saitama’s eyes. Full of admiration, awe, Saitama was almost overwhelmed with all the feelings Genos regarded him. The only person who had ever looked at him like this.

This was the least he could do for the one person that made him feel something.

Saitama was staring at the ceiling, arms and legs spread away from his body. Lethargy was making his limbs feel like lead and moving was too much of a hassle, so he just didn’t bother. Genos had made him a small breakfast this morning before he had been called away to another HA meeting, promising to make Saitama’s favorite meal when he came back.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, the sun wandered quite some bit at least, when the door handle turned. There where heavy steps on the wooden floor, making Saitama sigh in relief, some of the tightness that made it hard to breathe left his chest.

The footsteps came closer and only when Saitama felt Genos’ thighs next to his hip, he opened his eyes again to look up into Genos angry face.

“You didn’t do anything all morning, did you?”

“Nah”, Saitama sighed, heart racing in heavy anticipation. There was a flash of anger in Genos’ eyes and then cold metal found its way against Saitama’s nose. It screeched, bending slightly as Saitama’s skin and bones didn’t give in.

Genos retracted his fist, pulling his entire arm back to slam his fist against Saitama’s temple. Again and again. And again, for good measure.

Saitama didn’t feel any pain, there was no blood, not even a bruise will form. But his chest felt lighter and when he opened his eyes to look at Genos out of the corner of his eye, seeing how the tension eased out of his shoulders, a small smile formed on his lips.

This is fine.

Genos answered with a small smile on his own, bending down to place a soft kiss on the spot he just assaulted. With a tight grip on Saitama’s throat, turning his head forcefully to face him frontally, their lips slotted together as if meant to be.

Saitama’s fingers switched, the heaviness in his limbs slowly lifting and he felt how he got control over his body again.

‘s fine.

#One-Punch Man #OPM #SaiGenos #Saitama #Genos #fanfiction

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fifielady · 4 years ago

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Soulmates and Stairs? Disaster

Day 2 of @usukweek || Pining | Soulmate AU

Note/s: I always get lazy by the end of the story I’m writing (シ_ _)シ

"Good job, arsehole."

"Arthur, I... I'm really sorry." Alfred kept his eyes on the bland gray-blue (he'd asked a nurse which colors were which while waiting for Arthur) tiled hospital floor, he couldn't seem to at least muster up the courage to look at the other person in the eye and apologize for what seemed like the eleventh time after he accompanied Arthur to the hospital. It was both embarrassing and disheartening that he left such a terrible impression on his soulmate. A terrible and utterly painful physical impression as well.

An hour and a half ago, before they could finally see the blindingly beautiful colors and were sitting in the hospital with Arthur Kirkland's left arm in a cast and Alfred F. Jones regretting and savoring the good and the bad of the consequences of his actions, they were both in the student park in front of the male dormitories spending time on their weekends. Separately, that is. Arthur was sitting on the narrow cobble stairs that lead to the old but sturdy dorms while Alfred was sitting under the canopy of a tree admiring the view.

Alfred was finishing up his essay outside his dorm room because he left his key on his desk when he rushed to his one and only 9 a.m. Saturday class. He was lucky his laptop was fully charged before he headed out, bringing his charger would've been useless since most of the outlets in the common room were always occupied. Besides, the weather was nice enough, for a cloudy day, to spend outside while he worked on his homework. But while he waited for his roommate to come back from buying comics and manga (or was Kiku visiting his Greek soulmate's apartment?), he glimpsed the one and only Arthur Kirkland sitting on the steps furiously working his pencil on a sketchbook.

He thought while unknowingly pressing on the letter 's' on the keyboard, Ah, wow, he looks lovely as always. Though Alfred could only see the light gray shade of Arthur's hair and the dark gray shine in his eyes and even an almost white complexion, there's no way colors would even matter to the sheer handsomeness of Arthur Kirkland. He was very much lucky he could see him almost every day.

Arthur's room was directly across his and Kiku's and though he'd never even talked to him before, except for that acknowledging nod he got when he picked up the guy's Calc textbook, Alfred had developed a crush on him that seemed to grow into something more whenever Alfred was able to catch sight of Arthur. He punched his pillow to exhaustion that night for missing the opportunity to at least brush the skin of their fingers together when Arthur took the book from him. Alfred was guilty, even right now actually, that he'd liked someone who might not turn out to be his intended. It was kinda silly that he'd felt he was cheating on his soulmate when he knew that Arthur probably didn't even know his name.

Alfred forced himself to stop staring because he'd look creepy like that one girl who was always stalking his Russian classmate and that he really should carry on with his essay and other homework, so he graced himself one last look of longing to Arthur for the day and face his open word document only to look down and see that there were two pages filled with "s"s. Nothing a ctrl+z can't handle. Bless technology and Arthur Kirkland's adorably grumpy face of concentration while drawing. Well, not just his looks, he'd seen the guy helping other people without them noticing and it was so 'noble' of him and it made Alfred want to hug him and happy-cry.

Hm. He really should start on finishing his work. But all his pining made him hungry. His stomach grumbled as if to agree. Alfred pursed his lips and thought for a moment. If he were to pass by his crush on the narrow staircase, maybe he could say hi and stuff and invite him out for a snack, and voila!, their first conversation and, maybe, a date. It's a good start, at least.

Like a man on the most super important mission of his life, he'd quickly gathered his things and was basically skipping over to Arthur who was ever so focused on his illustration. Alfred put on his Gonna-Get-Me-Some Smile™ and waved when he was a few feet near the base of the stairs where Arthur was, "Hey Art--WaaAH!"

Something caught his right foot and it was moments before his social death on the ground when he felt a warm body barreling against him and breaking his fall, two bodies tumbling down beside the foot of the stairs. Someone groaned, or maybe they both did, Alfred something felt warm and soft and a bit bony under him. Funny, when was the ground ever bony? Or soft? A whimper caught his attention, oh that definitely wasn't him. Alfred opened his eyes as he stood up to see Arthur on his back wincing.

"AAH- I'm so sorry, are you okay?!"

Arthur only whimpered in response, his eyes were closed tight and there were droplets on his lashes beginning to form. His left arm was positioned weirdly, too. Uh-oh. Arms weren't supposed to bend like that. "Arthur? Arthur, you gotta stay with me," Alfred frantically and lightly tapped on Arthur's cheek. The man's thick brows furrowed into a grimace so Alfred changed tactics. He carded his fingers to brush Arthur's bangs away to clear his face and continued the hair-stroking to soothe him a little bit.

"It-it hurtss... Aaarghh..."

Alfred felt his heart clench. "It's alright, buddy. I'm gonna shout for someone to call for a nurse and we'll go to the hospital, 'kay?"

Arthur only moaned back, tears slowly falling down his face. "Art, hey, can you open your eyes for me? You gotta stay awake. Please stay awake."

He was squinting, and blinking to adjust to the light behind Alfred. The other realized this and shifted slightly to shade Arthur's face. Slowly, and very slowly, just like the slow-motion in the movies, Arthur fluttered his eyelids and all Alfred could see was a color so deep he could in forever hidden behind the long, long the dark and bright lashes of his. And immeasurable pain! Right!

"I'm really sorry about this but you've gotta hold on, soulmate, I'm gonna take you to the hospital and get you patched up."

And that was how he'd given his soulmate a temporary painful physical impression. Talk about his strange luck. Alfred scratched the back of his neck, this was just so nerve-wracking! "Right, um, at least it wasn't your right hand...?"

Arthur also kept his eyes glued on his lap, refusing to even look at him. "I'm left-handed, you fool."

"But... you were drawing with your right hand earlier?" He asked albeit hesitantly and a lot quieter than he usually was.

"I was scribbling out my anger. I'm useless with my right hand. And thanks to you unexpectedly trampling down, I won't be able to use my dominant hand to do anything competently." Arthur shifted his head to the opposite of Alfred, his cheeks and the tips of his ears were tinting 'red'. Crap, Alfred really messed this up. Of course Arthur would be angry. "Even your maddeningly daunting presence makes it difficult to breathe."

That made Alfred wince but he took it. It hurt but Arthur's broken arm was a lot worse. He took a deep breath, "Look, man, if you really hate me being around you that much then I'll leave you alone, okay? You don't have to insult someone who's supposedly your soulmate."

Arthur snapped his head back to face his faster than a cheetah with his eyes comically wide, "Wha-- That's not what I-- "

"It's nice meeting ya, soulmate. I'll get out of your way now." Alfred rose up from his seat, eyes misting. He really messed it all up. Just when he finally attempted to start something, he'd trip and had his soulmate break his arm while breaking his fall. Alfred suck-- "Ack--! Are you trying to choke me?! Seriously, getting even by strangling me to death?"

His shirt collar loosened up a bit. Damn, Arthur was strong! Enough to asphyxiate someone like his only soulmate. Alfred pulled back on the front of his collar to even out Arthur's intense pulling on the back of his collar. 'Useless with his right hand', his ass! Arthur could still probably lift a coin jar with that hand. "Are you as thick as a jar of peanut butter?" Arthur's English accent got thicker and thicker as he slowly let go of his grip on Alfred's collar to just playing with the hem of Al's wrinkled shirt. "Just... just let me continue and actually listen to what I say."

Alfred immediately resisted from running away in tears and stood silent in the hall with Arthur behind him. He could feel the other pinching and rubbing the cloth of his shirt. Softly, as if fearing Alfred would take off if he made himself louder, Arthur muttered, "I'm left-handed and we are soulmates. I, erm, I need another hand to help me around."

"Eh?" Alfred turned around to face Arthur. The guy's eyes were still focused on the ground but the increasing 'red' tint of his cheeks was, in two words, adorably delectable.

"Just until the cast comes off! It's your duty you know..."

Eeehh? What the--? Really?! How was this guy so--!

"As my soulmate, that is."

Alfred couldn't help himself and put his arms around the smaller frame of his soulmate. "Oh my God!" Alfred exclaimed, glee and relief quickly taking over his mind and heart, "You're so freakin' adorable! I can't--!"

He swayed their bodies to and fro, never faltering the strength he'd put in their embrace. Yes! Yesyesyesyesyeees! Alfred was so lucky!

"This arrangement is only until the cast comes off! Oomph, mind my arm, my arm!"

Suffice to say, the arrangement lasted for the rest of their lives. With Arthur also reciprocating more than the help he needed, of course

#usukweek #APH England #hws america #hws england #usuk #aph usuk #soulmate au #pining #aph america #day 2 #fi writes #hetalia #Hetalia Fanfiction #Axis Powers Hetalia #usuk fanfiction #fluff

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kuuderepunkin · 4 years ago

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Hi there! 🥰 Could I request male Bleach/BNHA matchups? I use she/her pronouns. I’m a shy bookworm/writer at heart, but once comfortable I do emit chaotic crackhead energy, and love cheesy jokes and puns. I also enjoy dry humor! I strive to be patient and empathetic with everyone, it’s hard for me to get mad/irritated. I daydream a lot, as it’s one of my coping mechanisms for my anxiety, and I admit I do get lost in them as I go about my day. I also always wear some piece of jewelry to fiddle with to avoid scratching my hands if I have an anxiety attack. I somehow always lose my glasses even if they’re on top of my head. Horror, folklore, and epic fantasy is like catnip to me, and I tend to like unusual things that don’t have a clear cut answer or explanation to them. Narnia and Tim Burton definitely influence my aesthetic.

Why yes of course! ;0; I wish these were longer but my brain kept derailing and making me stop and be like “huh she’d be really good with them too!”

Bleach matchup: Ulquiorra

Man this was hard, I know which Bleach boys you love but there’s a lot of them to love- and like I need to look past my bias! (I will include some Starkk head canons for you at the very bottom, ;) .) I think Ulquiorra would be a good fit for your personality. Your crackhead energy wouldn’t shock him, it’s quiet endearing actually. I kind of feel like the two of you would click so I don’t have too much to say about it. Starkk would also love you, but your crackhead energy would receive some resistance from you- just the light scoff but he loves it because you get along well with his partner Lilynette.

Let’s be real he’s probably a book worm himself- well if he was allowed to be. He seems like a very smart and well read kind of guy.

He loves to discuss novels with you and sit on the couch lounging as the two of you are busy being immersed in a book, if he’s read it before he may ask your opinion of it and will lead into a nice long intellectual conversation.

In an attempt to better connect with you he may find some books on puns and just humor in general so he can grasp the meaning of it all.

Sadly when he executes any jokes or puns they still come off dry due to his monotone voice. At least you like dry humor because all his jokes will seem to come across that way.

But the energy you get when you’re having fun or being a “crackhead” lights up his day, he struggles with his expression and hopes it doesn’t hold you back- and it really just makes him happy.

The two of you are super empathetic so it’s great because neither of you will go being upset for very long because you guys will take care of each other. And he thrives off of being able to help you.

When you day dream he will only interrupt to make sure you’re taking care of yourself, staying hydrated and such. It’s important that you don’t let yourself drown in escapism even though anxiety is scary.

He is there for you and he is going to help you work through your feelings of anxiety, he will not stop you from day dreaming, he thinks it’s a great release but he wants you to be able to daydream without the limitation of being upset.

When you choose to day dream he is content just having you lay in his arms, and stroke your hair and kiss your neck and shoulder.

He will hold your hands in his, too, to make sure you don’t hurt them by nervously scratching at them. Ulquiorra will rub your hands and soothe them whenever you do go too far with your habit of scratching at them. He’s gentle but thorough and makes sure your hands are going to be in the least amount of pain as possible.

One of his favorite small actions is to lower your glasses onto your face, it’s so simple yet it feels so romantic and domestic.

He himself falls into the Tim Burton and whimsical influence of your interests.

Boku No Hero Academia matchup: Present Mic / Hizashi Yamada

I said the Bleach one was hard and here I am going through the list of bachelors, sadly I haven’t gotten to Hawks in the manga yet, and what I do know is not enough to write some headcanons for the two of you in a relationship. But what I have seen I totally would ship you two, your energies would work well together. Alas I had to resort to characters I knew better, Present Mic would be so fun he’s insightful and caring but he has that fun edge to him. Aizawa might be too boring for you, yet it would be an adorable ship. And last for consideration was ALL MIGHT! Toshinori Yagi- god that would be such a soft ship but I feel like he would give you so much to worry about! Then again they are all pro heroes and would make you stressed in some way or another. Yagi and Mic both have a great sense of humor though, but All Might might give himself to his job too much, but you could pull him back? GAH I’m so indecisive. I think the deciding factor is just based on your aesthetic.

While you are shy at first he thinks it so adorable, he loves the idea of maybe making you blush and then having you just turn that energy around and make him blush!

Your crackhead energy is welcome here! The two of you play off of each other's energy, and it just is so much fun. He loves being around you and he brings out the best in you.

The two of you get into little joke wars, it’s not much of a war it’s just the two of you firing off jokes and having laughing fits together, he gets so touchy and lovey when he’s in a laughing fit so he will hug you and lean into you and squeeze you into him.

It’s good you’re patient because he is loud and enthusiastic, but luckily he doesn’t do anything too annoying to make you upset in the first place, he just has a lot of energy.

You can daydream all you want, since he’s usually working on his radio station he doesn’t mind if you’re not paying attention to him. He does love having you cuddling against him while he works.

But if you’re daydreaming because you’re overly stressed he will pick up on it, he is not as well spoken as his best friend but he knows how to talk with you and stress the importance of letting people help you. He cares about you and he just wants the best for you and you care so much for others and himself that your health and wellbeing is important to him.

He buys you some jewelry specific to being fiddle with, because it’s important that you don’t hurt your nails or fingers or scrape at your knuckles and palms because that can cause pain and he doesn’t want you to be in pain.

Besides it is better to avoid the risk of infection as a whole, he sometimes will take your hands in his and play with them. He brings them to his lips and kisses them.

Mic should learn, with you, that your glasses are in plain sight but when you tell him you’ve lost them and can’t find them his brain seems to glitch and he’s like “oh man we have to find them!” Despite being able to see them on your head. It will take a couple of times of him passing you and looking for them for him to realize they are right there, and he just stops and stares. He’s so disappointed in himself, he’s the right height to just SEE them on your head yet your beautiful face distracted him.

Mic will read books to you, he has such a beautiful voice and he loves talking, so it’s a great way for you to sit back and relax. He loves when he helps you slip into sleep or into a really good day dream.

Watching horror with him is an experience, he knows better than to scream but his physical reactions only get jerkier because of it. Like he will hold in his voice yet his body goes flying in the air.

Loves the unexplainable so he will have radio discussions about it and he will invite you to co-star so the two of you could bounce theories off of each other.

Bonus Starkk:

You remind him so much of Lilynette when you’re on your crackhead energy and it's so heartwarming to him.

He would like to say he reads a lot but the truth is, it’s the easy way for him to fall asleep.

Like he really can’t say he hasn’t tried to get into a novel you’ve recommended but he just can’t keep his eyes open, the pages are just so dull even if he loves the words coming off the page. And if you want to help him by reading it to him, he’s a dead man, your voice is just too soothing to him and he’s out like a bulb.

To keep your hands busy he wants to sleep in your lap- play with his hair, pick out his sculpted features. Run your hands over his jawline, through his cheek bone ridges.

But lucky for you, Starkk has a lot of stories to tell and it’s harder for him to just pass out in the middle of talking because it keeps his brain working. Not that he doesn’t get tired being in such a calm state makes him want to slip into sleep with you.

He wants to hold you close, and if you want to keep reading those books, he’s fine with that. Holding you as you keep doing whatever you are planning to do. Whether that’s finishing the movie you have on or reading that book you’ve held in your hand that made Starkk think about sleeping.

#Punkin look #Match-ups #submission #matchmaker #gif #a h h h h I hope these are okayyyy

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palettes-and-prompts · 5 years ago

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Character Palette/Personality Palette

If I have seen the movie/show/or whatever this character is in I will let you know! But if I haven't I'm just gonna give my best guess to their personality or what I think they like and everything. I will make them two palettes, one based on their appearance and one based on what I think their personality is. If you'd rather not see this just block the tag "character palette and personality guess" I figure no one's tagging anything like that so it should be easy to filter out. If you genuinely like this character and I lowkey diss them I'm sorry, I'm not going to apologize though, you're going to have to live with it. If you wanna send me a character for a palette and my guess at their personality/interests just drop it on anon and I'll see what I can do.

Alright so this is Yato from the anime/manga Noragami. Haven't seen it but maybe I will in the future.

So far he's got a big dumbass vibe. I feel like this kid is like main character stupid, like all he does is act like an idiot, eat food, and think about girls. He's got big lesbian energy for someone who's not a lesbian and you know what? I kind of respect him for it. If anime characters could watch the anime that we can watch this guy would definitely watch Naruto. I can see this little shit Naruto running with about six friends to a corner store just to buy ramen. He's got like wild cat energy but not feral cat energy. Like this guy climbs trees and definitely tries to catch squirrels and shit but he doesn't like scratch the hell out of people. The top three searches in this guys history are "big boobs, naked women, and grand theft auto cheat codes." That's it too, that's all he looks up. He's the kind of guy who like stood up to bullies at school but definitely had his ass handed to him every time. But he's also like really stupid too. The kind of guy to break his arm really badly and when everyone's like, "yeah, you should definitely go to the hospital." He puts a band-aid on it and is like "I'm fine." And he goes home and his mom is like "Oh my god, you're so stupid, we're going to the hospital. He's got a bandanna and the only thing about his outfit that keeps him from looking like a dweeb. I can see this kid growing up and fist fighting everybody to get stronger. And like, even the weaker looking opponents kick his ass. He's the kind of person who would celebrate if he got picked to go on a dangerous mission or something but will sniffle if someone even suggests he read a book. If he was ever tortured he could endure a lot of pain but he couldn't endure an hour of listening to someone talk about Math. You could probably trust him, he's doesn't look like he'd ever let anyone down even if they're strangers. Sweet boy, dumb as hell but his heart’s in the right place. Would trust him.

Anyway here's his palette based on his character design.

And here is his palette based on what I think his personality is.

#character palette and personality guess #character palette #personality guessing #Yato #noragami

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spruce-button · 5 years ago

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A Scraped YHS Fic

I put about an hour into writing this altogether. I didn't have a plot for it at all and didn't know what i was gonna do with it. I then made a plot for another fic that would have cancelled these 1300 words in five seconds so I'm not going to work on this anymore. I thought about deleting it but figured that someone might want to read this and it could be a intro into my writing. Sorry for any mistakes, I wrote this on my phone. So here you guys go.

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Prologue

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Grian was just visiting. He was going to leave as soon as he could and didn't plan on visiting again. He had things at home to deal with. Yet he went back and got stuck. He couldn't leave now. He was to blame for all of this. Grian had to help Taurtis.

Or was he Taurtis?

It doesn't matter. He had to help the person he was supposed to be. He didn't care what he had to do to help everyone he could and fix things. He had to get rid of Sam.

Oh did he love hearing Sam's bones crack everytime he was pushed off the ladder and he loved watching Sam crawl around the school.

Grian won't ever admit it, though.

It was quite refreshing to see after hearing the blood hit the ground after Rowan was stabbed.

He'll forget about it at some point. Well, he hoped he did.

Grian's throat was burning and he wanted to die. His throat was closing up around the sharp plastic he was swallowing. His tears were pouring into the cuts on his cheeks and into his mouth. His tears tasted better than the plastic and stomach acid.

He hadn't eaten anything other than plastic and stale, crumbled chips in weeks. He was desperate for anything else. Grian was going crazy and he wished for Rowan's help. Or anybody's validation. Maybe just a carrot.

He felt so frail and useless. He was nothing.

And you better not forget that.

He was pressed up against a wall again. This one was so much colder than the one in the kissing shed. It was in a house he didn't want to be in and he was hearing voices he didn't want to hear. This wasn't right. He deserved it, though.

"What's up with Taurtis? He's so weird."

"I don't know, dude. He's been acting so weird lately. I think he's gone a bit crazy."

They would start laughing later. It was a little too much for him. He couldn't move himself from the corner. His hands were shaking and he couldn't feel his hands. The plastic hurt so much.

Grian's heart was racing by this point and his vision got sharper. He rubbed his eyes, they stung. He was so tired.

He woke up to Sam kicking his foot. His back hurt and he wasn't registering what Sam was saying to Jerry, but he got up anyway.

He never wanted to wake up.

In his dreams he felt safe. There were people who still cared for him and gave him proper attention. It was in a world that didn't exist and where he found people he loved. He had friends there.

At some point during the day Sam had swung his arm around his neck and squeezed a little too hard for a little too long and he developed bruises. Okami was concerned when they got to school and told Rowan, but they didn't do anything. Ellen took him home and helped him. That was enough for now.

He sat next to his girlfriend quietly. She didn't really talk and Grian had no reason to. She gave him some sort of warmth and he loved her but it wasn't enough for him. He would never tell her. He had no right to tell her what he wanted when she had been so kind to help out while the adults did what they could from afar. Sam ruined his life and he couldn't take much anymore.

Silly visited him the next day when Sam and Jerry disappeared. It was comforting knowing that there was someone else there for him. With each day he was becoming more like her and she seemed to be more open to him. That was also nice.

She brought kind words with a kind voice and apologized on her parents' behalf, they hadn't been there for him much after Rowan was stabbed. It was too dangerous for the family. Silly assured Grian that they were getting someone to help him. Someone who was more capable of protecting and comforting him. He was glad. He wouldn't have to deal with Sam much longer.

When Sam and Jerry got back they were off. Sam was irritated and Jerry seemed upset, which scared Grian immensely. He was scared of what would happen to him.

Jerry went off to bed but Sam stayed up. He said that he needed to spend some alone time with his best friend.

"Taurtis you are making our new friend feel unwelcome and I don't see why you have to go and do that." Sam's words were simple and terrifying, Grian has heard them so many times yet they keep on getting worse with each passing day. He constantly thought about them and how they were affecting him.

"I don't mean to." They had a script now, the conversation would usually end like that. With Grian's half apology and Sam going to bed, but Sam sat down on the couch.

"I'm going to need more than that Taurtis. It's not enough. You're absolutely worthless." That he was.

"Well-I I am having a hard time. This is a little much for you and you won't admit it." Grian didn't know exactly what to say exactly, Sam broke off of the usual script. Grian was thinking for himself at that moment and he felt like he had crossed a line.

"Taurtis, I'm going to need you to try a little harder you're being a terrible friend and your not acting like yourself, go and eat your Toritos."

Grian was lost. He needed to go home, to his actual home he left with his parents and back to his cat that he missed so much. He was forgetting what it was like to be happy or be with someone who he cared for and each conversation pushed him further down the rabbit hole. God did he miss his cat.

He wanted something good from this place. He wanted at least one good memory that wasn't tainted in blood soaked sand or manipulation. He knew that was too much to ask for. It was hopeless.

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Chapter 1

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Taurtis' sweat bands were starting to get sticky and smelled absolutely terrible. Grian's wrists were too small for them and definitely not made for him. He didn't fit them but Sam made sure that he'd grown into them.

Grian was bothered that he couldn't think for himself, so he thought about it constantly. He was in high school, he shouldn't have to worry about abuse from his friend's, he should be worrying about who he was going to hang out with next or his girlfriend that he hasn't been able to even look at for a week. It got so bad that in the few breaks from his thoughts he would wonder if she actually existed. Surely the girl he liked with the purple hair and one less eye was real, right?

Ellen was one of the only lights shining through the blinds in Grian's mind. He couldn't not have her. She had to be real. But she wasn't and he now knew this. He was alone.

Silly helped out, though. She gave him support and soft laughs. It never lasted long.

Oh God he was stuck down Sam's rabbit hole and it was getting deeper and darker every day.

There was no Taurtis to help him anymore.

The concrete started to hurt Grian's feet after an hour of walking around town with Sam, Yuki, and Jerry. Yuki had been trying to get sam to buy her food for ten minutes now and Sam had surprisingly been ignoring her squeal and whines. It gave Grian a headache from his place behind the three so it must of been so much worse up ahead.

Yuki eventually gave up when Jerry asked Sam if they could go to the manga shop. She knew there wasn't any good food around the manga shop and the only snacks were JerryKats and Toritos and she refused to even look at the things. If Grian had the choice he wouldn't go within ten meters of either but he didn't.

He tried his best not to pay attention to what Sam was saying anymore, it was all useless or aggressive and hurt people who were hearing in and he didn't want to be hurt anymore. Today, though, was strange. He couldn't help but listen. Grian didn't know exactly why but it was probably Sam' glances around the area when they would pause their walk or the strange panicked changes in their route to downtown and the random cuts through people's lawns.

"I swear to god someone is watching us, Jerry. I bet Taurtis back there is trying to do something weird, let's ditch him." Sam whispered something else to Taurtis and they ran from him. He was too frail and exhausted to run with them but he still tried to catch up, he didn't know what he'd do if they left him. He failed miserably and eventually lost his footing and fell into a bush in front of a small store.

Grian sat there, confused and dizzy. His lungs hurt and refused to get up. He much rather sit there full of dread than die in the middle of an alleyway he'd eventually pass out in if he continued.

His skin became raw and red from and the tiny scratches made by bush twigs and his shirt tore. Sam was going to kill him.

A few people passed by the half asleep Grian before Okami found him and called for her husband. Rowan came and helped Grian to the school. It was safer than Sam's house. Grian couldn't go back there for a bit in his current state, he needed to be patched up and to at least sleep in a chair instead of a room corner.

Grian had gone to sleep and Rowan left to go make actual food for him as Okami watched him. She had always felt terrible for leaving him at Sam's house and not helping him and she knew Rowan did too, it was just too much for Silly and they needed to protect their daughter. They did what they could for the time being and tried to get anyone to come help them. It was very difficult.

Grian slept for a very long time. Rowan's food had gone cold and Okami had to leave, but Rowan stayed, he failed Grian once before and couldn't do it again.

The morning was better for Grian.

#yhs #yhs grian #yandere high school #minecraft rp #samgladiator #angst #angst fic

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thegraysquirrel · 4 years ago

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Self-Promotion Sunday

For self-promotion Sunday from @mouseymightymarvellous , I would like to bring the following to your attention:

*scrambles to search for anything useful to promote*

Oh! There was that one time I was making a promotional speech for Obito in the hypothetical situation of Obito in his prime (no Rinnegan though) fighting Shisui in his prime in hopes of convincing people to vote for Obito instead of Shisui! Below the cut, you will find all 3600 words of it... Because go big or go home.

(If I knew how the hell I would put this on AO3, I so would. But. Tags? Format? okay format would be easy probably I have no idea how to get this on there. Title? I know how to jump literal hurdles but I draw the line at figurative hurdles.)

One last thing! You might be asking, “Why?!” and I would shrug. In reality, I don’t like that Shisui’s Kotoamatsukami is regarded as unbeatable in the Naruto ‘verse. Everything should have a weakness and I just exploited my love for Obito as a character to throw him at Shisui and it worked remarkably well.

I will title this:

Why Obito (who fell through literal cracks and out of reality as he knew it while regarded as dead last and then dead first) Would Beat Shisui (the legend, the martyr, the Uchiha genius that seemed to have it all in terms of skills and abilities)

Okay so I have thoughts and I have to live up to my “commenting disaster” name so here goes. If you ever wanted to know how authors could feel when they got a comment from me, then buckle in. (wow this turned out to be about 2 full AO3 comments, yes, this is exactly how writers will feel upon seeing my comments in their inbox!)

I think it’s a wild guess that Shisui would have been able to manipulate the complete Uchiha clan through Fugaku.

SHISUI’S JUTSU AND WHAT I THINK OF IT

SHISUI’S LIMITATIONS AND LACK OF EXPERIENCE WITH KOTOAMATSUKAMI I don’t think Shisui’s ability has ever been countered or met his match in the short time he spent on the pages of the manga. Shisui doesn’t know how to tell if someone is fighting the manipulation, and he CAN’T know for sure that no one could. Considering he could use it once every ten years and he is younger than Genma, he hasn’t even got a lot of practise with it. He’ll have used it, what, once? So let’s say he used it twice, since he’s got two eyes.

That’s TWO instances in which he used it—are you honestly telling me that his technique is unstoppable because he used it twice with no one countering? I’m not buying this. We don’t know the limits, and Shisui sure as hell doesn’t either.

(I’ll admit, maybe it’s 10 years because the crow does not share the Uchiha blood. We can say Shisui could not use it for 2 years for the sake of Shisui, y’know… being able to build a reputation with it. I think Shisui had his Kotoamatsukami when Itachi was 5 years old, so he had it for about 8 years = 8 or 16 attempts, IF he spams his technique the second it comes off cooldown like us gamers do. Otherwise, he used it TWICE at most)

PEOPLE SAY “THIS JUTSU IS IMPOSSIBLE TO BEAT/THIS DEFENSE IS MORE SOLID THAN A ROCK” AND WERE PROVEN WRONG Do I think everyone has the potential to beat Shisui’s genjutsu? Hell no. But we CAN’T just buy the people’s words for it when we have so little data and they actually have little data too. The people Shisui used it on probably weren’t even a challenge in the genjutsu department. Here’s my thoughts about when people say something about a jutsu being *waves hand* without weakness.

Gaara was said to have Absolute Defence and Sasuke managed to penetrate it when he was a Genin and everyone was like “Whaaaat he got through the Absolute Defence how is that possible??”

In chapter 257, Kakashi says “There is no cancelling the effects of [Itachi’s Tsukuyomi],” but Sasuke still managed to do so later with an ordinary sharingan. Kakashi’s sharingan prowess in dealing with Itachi’s mangekyou sharingan were inferior to that of this particular Uchiha. Sasuke did it by putting a genjutsu on himself to break free of the former genjutsu.

I’m sure there are more instances when jutsus are called “impossible to defeat” only for someone to go in and say, “bitch, watch me prove you wrong.” Naruto did it with the 3rd Raikage, in a way. “Impossible to defeat” means nothing.

The only thing we have for Shisui’s eye-technique to be unstoppable is his and everyone’s beliefs that it’s flawless. But really, if Itachi’s powerful Tsukuyomi could be broken by an individual Uchiha, then why can’t Shisui’s have flaws that can be exploited (by another Uchiha)? When fighting an Uchiha and it’s one on one, flee, is Chiyo’s advice—unless you are also an Uchiha, I amend, even if your eyes are still basic instead of the premium version.

CLOSER LOOK ON SHISUI’S VICTIMS Follow me on this wild speculation. (If you’re still reading, you rock!) It was said that a different person would need to question the one under the genjutsu for them to even consider the possibility of being manipulated. Let’s also list off the people we know or assume have been under Shisui’s eye’s manipulation:

Bloody Mist ninjas

More Bloody Mist ninjas

Probably ninjas from other villages they were at war with (I honestly don’t know)

Probably the Elders via Danzo (I’m vague on the details, but very likely right?)

The Daimyo via Danzo (wow that was really a challenge to influence him. Someone without ninja skills.)

Mifune via Danzo

Edo Tensei Itachi via crow instructed by Itachi (well, the eye was instructed by Itachi)

If I look at the list, I’m not seeing anyone who would give Shisui (or the holder of Shisui’s eye) a challenge, especially as Itachi got under control willingly. Just like Kakashi had no trouble fighting Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto in the first bell test, Shisui is on a level most people will never be able to reach.

The last one is the only one we know used on an Uchiha. We can’t actually conclude much or anything from it because Itachi orchestrated the Kotoamatsukami, but it was Itachi himself to make note of the manipulation. He was aware of the genjutsu. So the manipulation was noted.

MY CONCLUSION ON SHISUI He’s got the greatest genjutsu, but here’s the thing—he doesn’t know how to fight against other geniuses of genjutsu. It’s the same with eSports, when you are the best by far, you don’t get the experience against the people who match your skill, and that means you get rusty (YES I stole these words right from of a player in the LCS of League of Legends, be happy that I didn’t throw KICK a soccer metaphor at you) and since this tournament I’m arguing for is a knock-out, any mistake can cost you the tournament. His genjutsu is revered as the best, that it can’t be broken, but other jutsus that have been called flawless have been shown to have flaws that could be exploited. Shisui doesn’t have enough experience to have found them out himself. Shisui will win if his Kotoamatsukami works 100% on the enemy, but it’s less sure if the enemy breaks (partly) free.

But who could possibly have a chance of breaking free from it?

*RECORD SCRATCH* (In my document I had the following in a very big font. I miss my big font. ;-;)

MY ARGUMENTS FOR WHY OBITO CAN BREAK FREE FROM KOTOAMATSUKAMI (And why he can win it)

GENJUTSU AND MANIPULATION Obito is not just passing with genjutsu, he’s GOOD, because he was able to even control Yagura—a perfect Jinchuriki, someone who has a built-in pacemaker, but then a pacemaker for when the brain zones out of reality and needs to come back. He managed to somehow convince everyone that he was Uchiha Madara and he double-crossed the actual Madara too—this dude knows how manipulation works, even if that alone obviously won’t help him against a genjutsu of manipulation (it’s a good thing he’s got his own mangekyou sharingan, otherwise he’d definitely be toast). Still thought it worth mentioning.

I hear you say, “Madara manipulated him!”

Actually, no, I don’t think he did?

Hot take: (I don’t know enough of the general consensus to know if it is a hot take) Obito was NOT manipulated by Madara.

Madara manipulated the situations, but Obito remained true to himself in reacting to them. Whether it would have been Madara’s super evil plan to kill Rin or if it had been The Leaf’s own incompetence at sending kids into dangerous territory (resulting in the deaths of said kids because the system is SHIT), Obito would have reacted the same.

Yes, Madara is evil for playing with people’s lives like a kid does with blocks to build a structure, but Madara’s involvement isn’t important to the outcome. I think that Madara was unable to “genjutsu bullshit” his way into Obito’s mind, otherwise Madara would have hella secured Obito’s actions already. If Obito could have been influenced by “genjutsu suggestions”, no way in hell would Madara have simply kept asking Obito angrily, “Bring me to life, Obito, I hate being dead. I can’t become the Juubi’s jinchuuriki like this, Obito. Bring. Me. To. Life. (Wake me up.)”

Madara, feared by the world, didn’t use genjutsu on Obito from what we saw. He fell back on manipulating the circumstances for Obito, and the only reason I can think of that is because Obito isn’t susceptible to Madara’s suggestive genjutsu.

Every time I watch the Obito and Madara episode, I just see Madara spouting words and Obito indulging the old man until he can get out of here. In my interpretation, the words have nothing to latch onto. When Obito returns, it’s his own choice. Madara’s and Obito’s interests aren’t aligning as much as Madara would like, and as such, Obito remains more than just Madara’s pawn.

OBITO IS HELLA STUBBORN (OOPS AND MANIPULATION AGAIN) ANYWAY, if ANYONE would be able to find a flaw in Shisui’s eye technique, Obito would. HECK, he even managed to keep his mind sound when the Juubi was driving him crazy. Like, that anime sequence when his limbs were torn apart? That thing. This dude got willpower and a stubbornness to follow the path he wants to take even if it’s really a dumb path. I might be easily swayed and manipulated, but Obito is not. Shisui wouldn’t even need his eyes to sway me, but on Obito he would need to give his 100% and, again, I’m not sure Shisui has ever been pushed to his limit, and he ALSO thinks that he’s impossible to beat so he’s not even going to give it his 100% (he might think he is, but you’ll only know how fast you can run when you’re chased by something you really don’t want catching up to you or if your alarm went off too late and you really need to be on time). Against Obito, it’s a flaw for Shisui’s ability that it’s about manipulating his decision, because Obito is a master of manipulation himself. He knows what Madara did to him. He fought the Juubi. Obito would walk into a tree rather than change his mind about what path he should walk.

OBITO HAS EXPERIENCE Obito at his prime also has a lot more experience with his ability, he knows his own limitations and how to use it as a part of himself. He can use it multiple times, he can use it in ways Shisui would not expect... Shisui would need to figure it out fast, and I think Obito at his prime (TWO Kamui sharingan) just has too many tricks up his sleeve for even Shisui of the Body Flicker to keep up with.

MY SLEEP DEPRIVED CONCLUSION ON OBITO What I think Obito has: he got the stubbornness + sharingan skillz for weakening Shisui’s genjutsu on himself enough or maybe even completely repel it so Obito can actually still do things + Obito’s own mad skillzzz with Kamui. Shisui loses.

TO CONCLUDE

I’ve got a lot of fanon thoughts (or maybe just my personal fix-it for canon) on Obito that I won’t unpack here (it’s that Obito is actually a genius himself even if it never showed clearly in his years pre-sharingan) because, hey, people don’t like reading 1k of random shizzle when they just want to vote for their boy Shisui! But please give Obito a chance because I feel he actually has a chance!

TL;DR

Shisui has never been challenged in his abilities (especially not by an Uchiha). He won’t know what his all-out is for this, so he won’t go all-out

Abilities have been called flawless before only for someone to be “hold my beer” and fuck them up. Case in point: Sasuke practically made Gaara cry

There’s been precedent of an Uchiha with normal sharingan getting out of what is hailed as one of the best genjutsus whereas no one without sharingan would be able to do that alone (or at all)

Unlike Sasuke at that point, Obito has been a master of genjutsu and has a mangekyou sharingan at the point of fighting

Obito knows what manipulation is and has even kept to his sanity* when the Juubi was tearing him apart. He has manipulated practically everyone, including a perfect jinchuuriki. He will be able to find a flaw in Shisui’s jutsu because he’s too stubborn to change his mind enough about yeeting (parts of) himself to his Kamui dimension when there’s danger

Obito knows his own ability like the back of his hand, including limitations, so Shisui will have a hard time fighting Obito if his own Kotoamatsukami isn’t winning the fight for him.

*Okay, so maybe Obito isn’t completely sane, but Sakura wasn’t either when she fought off a jutsu working on the mind. I think Obito’s instability even gives him a cookie point

PLEASE GIVE OBITO A CHANCE I EVEN TALKED MY POOR SISTER’S EAR OFF DURING DINNER BECAUSE OF THIS

LET HER SACRIFICE NOT BE IN VAIN

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(Counterarguments with my own reply I put in that document)

Honestly Great Argumenter for Shisui: my counter argument: Shisui is known as the ultimate uchiha genjutsu master. And hes also the best looking. ;)

Me: In reply to greatest genjutsu master-- Would you say that Itachi was a greater genjutsu master than Sasuke? Because Sasuke broke free from ITACHI'S genjutsu. I'm not saying that Obito would put Shisui under a genjutsu--it's just that Shisui's genjutsu wouldn't hold as well as it normally would, and that might be enough already.

HGAS: Shisui would still be faster than obito if we take genjutsu out of the equation completely Minato was able to almost kill obito due to speed so that can't be discounted. Obito had to retreat from his fight with minato. Me: How old was Obito? 14? (Kakashi and Obito are both 31 at the end of Shippuuden, and Naruto’s birthday is in October, so Obito would have turned 32 in the following February of the war, and THIS means that Obito was 14 during the fight against Minato too, because Kakashi was 14 at the time of Naruto’s birth but Naruto timelines are terrible) I hardly call that his prime! And against Shisui, Obito will have two Kamui, whereas against Minato, he only had one. The fight would be different, I feel.

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YO BECAUSE I STILL GOT TIME HERE I WILL ADD TO THIS. I warned you, if you feel confused where this is all coming from, you’re probably feeling the exact same things Mumma does at some of my Konoha Files comments. This is how I roll. AND PLEASE IF YOU WANT TO TALK KONOHA FILES HIT ME UP because I’ve got a lot more thoughts on that than on Obito vs Shisui!

EXPERIENCE Shisui graduated any age between 6 and 12, but we know that about two years later, he met Itachi who was 5, and 8 years later he died (I think he died when Itachi was 13 because there was more time between Shisui’s death and the other Uchihas’ deaths). Shisui died when he was between 16 and 22. (I am not familiar with the book canon!)

This means Shisui had at most 10-11 years of experience as a ninja. Yes, one year after graduating he got the Kotoamatsukami, so he got 10 years TOPS with his Mangekyou Sharingan which had a freaking long timer of usage in between, regardless of how many years we put it as; 10 years, 2 years, Shisui would have kept that ace up his sleeve so he would not spam the ability the second it came off cooldown.

Obito graduated when he was 9. At his prime he was 31 years old. That’s 22-23 years of experience for Obito as a ninja! He got his mangekyou sharingan when he was, what, 14 (at the end of shippuuden he is 31, and Kakashi is 31 too, so they might have been the same age—and then the Kyuubi summoning was when he was 14)? That’s 17 years of experience with his Mangekyou sharingan.

Obito will have had way more battles with his ability than Shisui, way more opponents that would challenge his way of using his ability so Obito KNOWS what his flaws are. He knows what it will be like to fight against someone with kamui! He fought Minato and knows how the Flying Thunder God/teleportation can be used against him (and that was when he had his Mangekyou sharingan for less than a year!). In his battles, even when he was mostly forced to stay in the normal dimension because he needed to get his hands on someone, he has shown that he can slip body parts into his dimension even when he is attacked from all sides. His reaction time is solid (even if he is not because... dimension stuff).

Conclusion: Obito has more years of experience than Shisui at fighting with his mangekyou and more moments of figuring out his own limits and flaws and adjust his fighting style to minimize them. Obito has also had more momentous fights to test out his own abilities, including The 3rd Mizukage, The Fourth Hokage, Copy Ninja Kakashi with Kamui himself, other Uchihas during the Uchiha massacre (they count), Konan, Naruto and Killer B. Seriously, he’s more well-rounded than Shisui!

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THE MIST Shisui fought ninjas, soldiers of the Mist and was feared by them. Obito won from the strongest ninja of the Mist, the Mizukage who was also a FREAKING PERFECT JINCHUURIKI and kept him under his control for YEARS. I know which feat I think is more admirable.

SPEED Shisui is hailed for his speed, but the Body Flicker is said “To an observer, it appears as if the user has teleported. It is accomplished by using chakra to temporarily vitalise the body and move at extreme speeds.” Obito has FOUGHT Minato, who actually is able to teleport. This was 17 years ago!!! Obito has improved because he was just a fledgling who even had to figure out how his new arm worked!!! Yes, Shisui is faster than Obito, but Shisui will not be fast enough to pulverize Obito. Don’t forget, the kamui sharingan has the added benefits of being able to predict the opponent’s movements, see chakra, so Shisui’s speed advantage is diminished against any Uchiha.

OBITO’S TECHNIQUE Shisui has no idea what Obito’s technique could be and honestly, passing through him mid-fight is already a scary thought, just think how disappearing from sight and appearing could be. Heck, Obito could probably even be in his own dimension, spit fire, and then long-range Kamui it back to the dimension where Shisui is. The precision of it can be worth speculating, but if Obito can appear on a branch of a tree, then he sure as hell can know where exactly he’d send his fireball jutsu. He just does. He’s got the spatial awareness of the overlap between his own dimension and the one Shisui recedes in. And how would Shisui counteract this attack, huh? He can’t body flicker to Obito’s dimension.

Even if Obito stays in the dimension Shisui is in, Shisui won’t be able to exploit the weaknesses. It took Konan a long time to know what the timer for Obito’s ability was, and Konan had her own ability to exploit that weakness. From what we know of Uchihas fight styles, I am having a hard time figuring out what Shisui could do to exploit Obito’s timer—and that’s only if he can figure it out, which he won’t. No one but Konan has found out about that particular tid bit, to my knowledge.

Let’s say Shisui got a hit on Obito. A hit means contact and he gets sucked to the other dimension. Afterwards, Obito would return to the dimension with food and eat while Shisui starves. Win. I’m a bit fuzzy on the details, but the people who have managed to get a hit on Obito when Obito could use kamui (Remember! Obito could not use kamui when he was the Juubi jinchuuriki!):

Minato with his Flying Thunder God move when Obito was new to kamui, to his arm, and only had his right eye kamui and not his left

Kakashi but that was when he was in the other dimension while Obito was still fighting Naruto. Since Obito vs Shisui is a 1v1, this won’t happen

Kakashi because he used his OWN kamui to get a kunai to Obito. Uhuh, Kakashi got a lot of hits mostly because Kakashi had kamui.

Kakashi again, but that was because it would be hella stupid to phase out to the dimension that had a war going on.

Konan (she was so badass)

I honestly don’t remember more, do you?

Shisui is amazing with his body flicker, really, but Obito can dodge left and right. Shisui won’t get a hit on him unless Obito allows it, because Obito got the damn experience!

With two kamui’s, Obito’s transportation (himself and of others he holds on to) is faster, as we’ve seen when Obito and Kakashi worked together to move Obito to his own dimension. Obito’s speed has increased with two kamui’s.

SHISUI’S TECHNIQUE Shisui is a softy. I’m sorry, but he is. Aoba lived to tell the tale because Shisui wanted to scare them off with his genjutsu instead of killing them. Danzo was put under a genjutsu by Shisui and Shisui thought it was enough even when the genjutsu was done (and then Danzo managed to take an eye of BODY FLICKER SHISUI, so hey, his speed ain’t gonna be the end of it all). Shisui relies on his genjutsu deterring people—that’s obviously going to be his go-to move, and it means he can be caught off-guard when it’s not as effective.

He’s good at Taijutsu (or at least, he would win every spar against Itachi but Itachi was 3-9 years younger, so…), but even Taijutsu master Gai didn’t manage to land a hit on Obito when he used his nunchucks--would Shisui really be able to do what Taijutsu master Gai could not?

Another TL;DR

Shisui simply doesn’t have the tools against an Uchiha as experienced as Obito. Obito’s ability is a different kind of OP than Shisui’s because Obito knows how to use it as a part of him, whereas Shisui’s ability is something he has relied on very heavily because no one has countered it yet. Obito will find the weakness in Shisui’s “strongest” genjutsu and be able to win from Shisui because of all the battle experience against talented individuals Obito has had. Obito managed to unite the five nations all on his own, he was THAT powerful.

We’ve said before that Shisui is on a different level from practically everyone, but honestly?

Obito stares down on Shisui from his god tier level

*mic drop*

#Naruto #Uchiha Obito #Uchiha Shisui #meta #ish?#This is me #unfortunately #Am I looking for constructive criticism? Not really #Am I looking for people to infodump to me about Shisui or Obito or Madara? ABSOLUTELY #self promotion sunday #I tried #I will try to help you make fetch happen

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JIN:

The first time Jin heard his baby girl tell him that she loves him was when she 6 years old. Your poor baby had gotten a fever and had felt like she was on literally on fire. Her skin was hot and her cheeks were stained a cherry red color.

With a sigh, you sat down next to your worried husband. “I finally got her to fall asleep.” You told him as you leaned into his open arms. Jin smiled slightly. He felt grateful that you took over to put her to sleep tonight since Jin felt exhausted from a long day at work.

“I’m getting very worried. If she doesn’t get better soon, we definitely need to get her to the E.R.” Jin told you. You agreed with a slight nod.

“Mommy? Daddy?” Your little girl cried out as she walked into the living with her hand rubbing her eyes. The two of you sat up straight very quickly before rushing to the little one. “I can’t sleep.”

Jin frowned and placed a hand on her tiny shoulders. “Daddy will help you fall asleep, okay?” The little one nodded before Jin turned to you.

“You go relax, I got it this time babe.” You smiled gratefully as the two headed off to Y/D/N’s room.

As Y/D/N laid in bed, Jin laid down besides her with her head resting on his arm. “Daddy?”

“Hmm? Is something wrong love?”

Y/D/N shook her head. “No.. but daddy I want to tell you something.” Jin looked down at her confused. “I love you daddy, thank you for taking care of me.”

Jin smiled warmly. “Hey, it’s okay sweets. I’m your world wide handsome father, of course.” Y/D/N let out a small giggle before coughing. “And I love you too sweets. Mommy and daddy loves you so much.” Closing his eyes, the two fell into a very peaceful and much needed sleep.

SUGA:

The two of you had two kids, one being a 16 year old growing boy and one being a 3 year old baby girl. Your eldest was just like Yoongi, a boy who didn’t know how to show his feelings well but did it through actions. To put it in a more simple form, your son was basically a tsundere just like his father. He was very subtle when he shows that he cares and loves someone so it took you both by surprised when your son told you both that he loved you guys so openly.

It was on the night of his 16th birthday and the two of you decided to buy him a whole set of Attack on Titan seasons 1 and 2 DVDs along with the ongoing manga. Not only that, but you both took him out for dinner with his friends and family and ended it with smearing frosting on his face from the fruit cake you bought him.

Y/S/N was so overwhelmed with all the gifts and activities that took part on this day that by the time all of you guys got home, he cried. And that made you and Yoongi very worried.

“Honey, why are you crying? Is everything okay?” You asked him as he sat on the couch with his head in his hands. Yoongi sat on the other side of him as your little girl sat on the floor playing with her toys. “You know you can tell your father and I anything but if you’re not comfortable to tell us, we won’t push it on it on you to tell us.”

“N-no...” Y/S/N spoke out softly. He looked up at you both as his hands fell to his lap. “I-...” He took a deep breath. “I’m so happy. I don’t know how to say this but I’m just really grateful that I have the best parents in the world along with a cool baby sister.”

You looked at Yoongi with shock as your son continued. Yoongi smiled slightly before placing a hand on his shoulder. “I just love you guys so much. Thank you for everything.” You and Yoongi smiled and pulled him into a hug.

“We love you so much too.” Yoongi told him truthfully. Yoongi understood where your son was coming from. When Yoongi looked at his eyes, Yoongi would see himself through him, his own past self looking right back. But Yoongi was happy. His son was able to express himself far better than Yoongi ever could and he was proud of that. Yoongi thought that maybe, he did a good job at raising his son and that thought made his gummy smile show (gif).

J-HOPE:

It’s no surprise that your daughter is usually happy. From having a picturesque perfect family to amazing friends, she had it all. But the thing that she didn’t have was a loving boyfriend who knew how to treat her well. Of course, the reason being that they’re quite young. Only being 17, relationships are trial and error and it’s just an experience.

So when Y/D/N came home crying from a date she had supposedly went on with her boyfriend, Hoseok was mortified. He was confused, worried, and honestly a little bit scared. You were on a business trip so you weren’t able to help if it was for girl problems.

Quickly, Hoseok rushed to his crying daughters side and engulfed her into a hug. “Honey, is everything okay? What’s wrong?”

Y/D/N cried into his chest as her arms voluntarily wrapped themselves around her fathers body. “He- He broke up with me.”

Hobi frowned. “Oh darling...” In a slow pace, Hobi walked Y/D/N to the living room so they could sit down on the couch. “Boys are trash anyways and besides, you’re not old enough for a relationship love. I know how much you’re hurting right now and I understand exactly how you feel. You know,” He began with a smile on his face. “Your mother was the first person to break my heart.”

“Really?” Y/D/N looked up at him.

He nodded, “Mhmm. And she’s going to be the last one at that. But the reason why she broke my heart the first time was because we just didn’t have the time.”

“Time?”

“Mmm. We were young, just like you. And we were too busy focusing on our studies and getting ready for entrance exams that we just didn’t have time for a relationship. We were getting ready to be adults and to start our lives with a career. After we broke up, I eventually became apart of BTS and I met such amazing people.”

“My uncles...” She spoke with a soft smile. “They are amazing uncles.”

Hobi nodded. “Eventually, I met your mom again after a long time and we hit it off again. Look, honey, what I’m trying to say is that sometimes breaking up and being independent is a good thing. You should focus on yourself now, especially since you’re at the age where you should start focusing heavily on college and possible careers. Because once you have a start on your ultimate goals, then the one for you will eventually come into your life and make it an awesome journey for you.” Hobi slid his arm around your daughter’s shoulder, pulling her into a side hug.

Y/D/N sniffles had stopped and she was now understanding the reason why her boyfriend had decided to take a break. She felt a lot better now and that was all thanks to her dad. “Dad?”

“Yes, love?”

“I love you. Thank you for helping me understand.”

Hobi smiled warmly, “Of course. I’m your hope and you’re my hope. I’m always going to be there for you no matter what.”

RM:

Namjoon was known world wide for his parenting. Of course, Namjoon himself is a smart intellectual and he knew things from right and wrong. He had his way of words, and the way he thinks is absolutely beautiful. So it’s not surprising if his kids turned out the same way as Namjoon.

His two kids are always at the top of class: they had amazing grades, and they were so down to earth that it’s almost ridiculous. They were sweet and they had such a good relationship with their parents. But as of late, Namjoon’s eldest was quieter than usual and that made Namjoon worried.

“Y/S/N, can I have a word with you?” Namjoon pulled the oldest aside as a small frown etched on his face. “Is everything okay?”

Y/S/N nodded, “Yeah.” He said quickly as he scratched the back of his head. “Why wouldn’t it be?” He laughed out a small laugh and that made Namjoon raise a brow up in concern.

“You know,” Namjoon started, his stern and parental tone coming out. “You can always tell your mother and I anything right? We’re always going to be here for you, no matter what.” Namjoon placed a hand on his son’s shoulder to assure him that he meant it.

“Actually,” Y/S/N sighed. “I just... I feel like I could do better in school dad. I’m kind of stressed out with finals coming out and everything. And I feel like I’m not doing as well as you did in school. I feel like I’m disappointing you and mom.”

Namjoon frowned. “Y/S/ you have nothing to worry about and you are completely wrong. You have made mom and I so proud of you and we’re so happy that you’re doing great. Even if you didn’t do so well or as well as you hoped to, you’re still great in our eyes. And you are doing completely fine.” Namjoon pulled his son into a hug. “You’re doing so well Y/S/N, don’t let the pressure get to you, okay? If anything, you can always ask mom and I if you need help.”

Y/S/N sniffled into Namjoon’s shoulder. “Thank you dad. I love you.”

Namjoon smiled upon hearing those words. “I love you too, son.”

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