#so i made him a blonde himbo in my au

[moon932]

here’s an au that has been living in my head rent free yes yes

[romysradio]

Look How Far We've Come - J.S.

summary - Y/N recalls the time she told Jake he was going to be a father

warnings - fluff, language, pregnancy, near-labor, use of Y/N

wc - 2.3k

A/N - Sorry about the wait! Here is part 2 of this. I am open to doing a part 3, or basically anything with the two of them "telling" the rest of the group. Leave a comment or send something to my inbox if there's anything you want to see from me/with these two! Also Bradley isn't even in this technically, but in this au he is a major himbo if that wasn't obvious already, but we love him. Okay, happy reading!!!

The mini fan Jake had packed was propped up on the side table, blowing a weak stream of air your way but doing absolutely nothing to lessen the sweltering August heat. Huffing loudly, you stopped bouncing on the exercise ball and used your forearm to wipe the sweat from your forehead. 

A hum of satisfaction drew your attention to Jake, who was lounging on the hospital bed eating a sandwich he packed before you guys left. Another noise left his mouth as he took another bite, completely oblivious to the murderous glare you were sending his way.

“Ya know, you have an awful lot of trust in the idea that I won’t come over there and smother you and that damn sandwich with a pillow.” Jake’s eyes widened and his chewing halted at your threat, before a smug grin took over his face.

 “Now darlin’, I don’t know about the pillow, but I’ll let you smother me with somethin’ else if you want,” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You stared at him, your face deadpan, before pulling a hair elastic off your wrist and slingshotting it at his forehead.

“Hey! Don’t damage government property!” He whined, rubbing where the elastic hit him. 

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever. Come help me up so I can go sit on my hospital bed.” Jake quickly placed the sandwich on the table next to the fan before rushing over to your side. Grabbing your outstretched hands, he slowly pulled you up off the ball before helping you waddle over to the bed.

With Jake’s help, you eased yourself onto the bed, sitting cross-legged rubbing your rounded belly. Your stomach growled, hunger overtaking your senses. You hadn’t been allowed to eat anything since you were admitted that morning, but seeing as you had been in labor for eight hours since then, you were absolutely starving. Moving ever so slowly, you reached over to the side table, picking up Jake’s half-eaten sandwich as he dug through your hospital bag. 

“Here, I got you–Woah, woah, woah. Hand over the sandwich, little lady.” Damn it.

You froze, sandwich halfway to your mouth. Jake’s outstretched hand motioned for you to give it up, and you sighed, placing the sandwich in his palm. “But Jaaaaake, I’m starving.” You whined irritably. 

“Hi, Starving, I’m Dad.” He winked.

If looks could kill, Jake Seresin’s body would be unidentifiable, yet the look on your face did nothing to wipe the goofy grin off his face. His green eyes sparkled with mischief, absolutely delighted with himself. You hoped your son got his eyes. And that sweet Seresin smile. You fought off a small grin, and groaned, “Can you please just tell your son to stop taking his sweet time so that I can finally eat something?”

Jake pulled one of the chairs up to the edge of the bed before leaning over and gently cradling your bump. Nine months in and you still got butterflies at the feeling of his big, warm hands on your stomach. 

You always knew you wanted children someday, and while these were certainly not the circumstances you had always envisioned, the thought of a little tiny baby, half-you and half-Jake Seresin, made your heart squeeze.

As he pressed kisses and mumbled words to your hospital gown-covered belly, you delicately carded your fingers through his soft blond hair. Everything about your pregnancy felt like a whirlwind. The past nine months had flown by, riddled with anxiety about motherhood and what life would look like after the baby arrived, but right now, with Jake right next to you, you felt oddly at peace. You couldn’t help but think back to how stressed and anxious you had been to tell him you were pregnant.

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You paced the living room anxiously, your mind running a mile a minute. You could hear the clock ticking slowly in the kitchen, reminding you that any second, Jake Seresin’s truck would be pulling into your driveway. 

The knot in your stomach was getting tighter with each passing second. What if he got mad? What if he didn’t believe that the baby was his? What if he didn’t want anything to do with the baby? What if he didn’t want anything to do with you?

You knew it was unfair to assume the worst about Jake. People could say whatever they wanted about Hangman, but Jake Seresin had never been anything but sweet and genuine with you. A little cocky, maybe, but he’d never given you any reason to believe he’d leave you hanging. 

Selfishly, you also wondered what this would mean for the two of you. You’d always had a thing for Jake, and you were secretly hoping after the two of you hooked up, it would become something more, but a baby just complicated all of that. You wanted him to want you for you, not just because you were having his baby.

The slamming of a truck door pulled you from your thoughts. You tried to psych yourself up as you went to let him in. It’s gonna be fine. You’re just gonna sit him down and rip the bandaid off. It’ll be fine. Everything’s gonna be fine. What could possibly go wrong?

“Hi,” You breathed out, “Thanks for coming over.”

“Of course.” Jake grinned, stepping inside. You internally groaned as you took in his appearance. His dark blonde hair was messy, yet somehow looked perfectly styled. His navy blue jacket was pulled off, revealing a tight white t-shirt underneath, paired with lighter wash jeans which covered his toned legs. How was it fair that he looked so good all of the time? 

You shook your head, trying to get rid of the dirty thoughts that were quickly filling it. You waited as he toed his boots off and hung his jacket on a hook by the door before leading him to the couch. 

“So,” You started, “I asked you to come over because I need to talk to you about something,” 

Jake watched you carefully as you went on, “Do you remember that night we spent together, about a month ago?”

A knowing smirk took over his face, “You know I do, honey. Is that what this is about?”

“Well, yeah, you see–”

“Darlin’, I know we agreed on it being a one-time thing, but if you wanted it to happen again, all you had to do was ask.”

“Ok, but Jake, that’s not–”

“Y’know, I’ve actually been thinking about it too and–”

“Jake, I’m pregnant.” And off comes the bandaid.

His face was frozen in place. You felt like you could see the gears turning inside his head. The blonde carefully got to his feet, slowly pacing in front of the couch.

“O-okay, so,” He glanced at you, an unreadable expression on his face, “So you’re pregnant?”

You nodded gently, getting to your feet. You stood in front of him, halting his movement. Your hands wrapped around his strong, muscular biceps, the tanned skin beneath your–No. Him and those damn muscles are what got you into this situation in the first place.

He stared at you wide-eyed, “And I’m the father?”

You nodded again. The sound of Jake’s quickening breaths engulfed the two of you for a moment. You were about to explain to him that you didn’t expect anything from him when he opened his mouth again.

“B-but, but, we– I mean, I– and the– oh god, and you’re–” His breaths were shallow as his knees buckled. Your grip on him tightened as you tried to hold his towering frame upright, but you could feel him becoming dead weight. 

“Alright, down we go, cowboy.” You muttered as you eased the two of you back onto the couch. You quickly reached for your untouched glass of water on the coffee table before handing it to Jake.

“Here, drink this.” He gratefully accepted it, bringing the glass to his lips as you reached your hand up and pushed a few soft, blond strands off his damp forehead. The two of you sat for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes as Jake absorbed the information.

Kids were something Jake Seresin had never given much thought. Sure, growing up in a conservative Texas family, the idea wasn’t unfamiliar to him, but he’d always known he wanted to be in the Navy. It wasn’t that he didn’t want a wife and kids, he had just assumed it would be something he would have to forgo in order to achieve his career goals. He had accepted that it wasn’t in the cards for him.

“You’d make a great mom,” He spoke quietly, placing the glass back down before turning to you. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean– that was just…a lot to take in.”

You snorted, “Oh, trust me, I know.” The energy in the room shifted as the two of you sat gazing at each other. A deep silence settled between you and Jake as you both searched for the right thing to say.

“I just want you to know that I’m not, like, expecting anything from you or whatever,” You cringed at your bluntness and lack of articulation. “Sorry– I just mean, you can be as involved or not involved as you want. This is a huge surprise for both of us, and I won’t force you to raise a baby if you don’t want to.” 

Jake’s expression was unreadable as your words hung in the air. The ticking of the clock in the kitchen was practically deafening as you waited for him to say something, anything.

“You were right in that this is definitely a surprise,” He chuckled. 

Jake could never have predicted this. He never even considered the possibility of an unplanned pregnancy, and he couldn’t even imagine what his grandmother would say if she were here. But Jake didn’t care. Right now, one of his favorite people in the entire world was sitting in front of him, literally growing his baby. He was being given an opportunity to have at least a little part of the life he never thought was possible, and he’d be damned if he didn’t take it. 

“But if you want to do this, I’m gonna be right there with you. I wanna be as involved as you’ll let me be.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, it was like a floodgate had opened. Your vision blurred as fat tears spilt over, dripping down your cheeks.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?,” Jake cooed comfortingly. He gently lifted you so you were straddling his lap, before pulling you into his arms. You let the tears flow, emptying your head to focus on nothing but the warmth of Jake’s embrace.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed like that before you pulled back slightly, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of the gray hoodie adorning your frame. “Sorry,” You sniffled, “it’s the hormones. One month in and they’re already all out of whack.” 

One look at the shoulder of Jake’s white shirt, now littered with stains of mascara and teardrops, had your eyes welling up again. “Shit, your shirt…” You frowned, quickly tried wiping it off, knowing full well your actions were useless.

Jake chuckled, gently grasping your wrist and pulling it away from the stains. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I should probably start getting used to it. I mean, think about it, eight months from now and you and I both will be getting far worse stains on our clothes.”

You let out a watery laugh, a smile making its way onto your face as you realized Jake would probably be the first person to make baby spit-up look good. 

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“What are you thinkin’ about, hm?” Jake’s soothing voice drew your attention back to the present. 

“When I told you I was pregnant.” You laughed lightly. You watched as Jake smiled fondly, reminiscing about that day last December. 

“We’re ready for this, right?” You whispered, unsure if you were really asking Jake or yourself. The blonde lifted his head, hands still glued to your stomach, and met your misty eyes.

“Course we are, darlin’, are you kiddin’ me? We were born ready.” He grinned again. You gave him a pointed look, “Okay, maybe not born ready, but I feel like we have more than enough experience since we basically parent Rooster.”

You giggled at that. Jake wasn’t really wrong, considering how one of Bradley’s terms for letting Jake move in with you guys was that one of you had to pack him a lunch for work everyday. 

“Well then, let’s just hope–” The words were stolen from your tongue as pain jolted through you. You closed your eyes, grabbing and squeezing Jake’s hand as your stomach tightened. With his free hand, Jake massaged your neck gently.

“Breathe, baby, breathe. Do you want me to go get the nurse?”

You nodded, eyes still pinched shut. Jake squeezed your hand and kissed your temple before quickly going to find the nearest nurse. He came back 30 seconds later, a red headed nurse trailing him. She smiled warmly at you, pulling on a fresh pair of gloves.

“All right, Miss L/N, let’s check how many centimeters, shall we?”

You took a deep breath, leaning into Jake’s side as he sat, perched on the edge of the hospital bed. The blonde began stroking your hair with his large hand as the nurse stood back up, “Well, it looks like it’s time to head to the delivery room.” 

Your eyes widened, “Wait, seriously? This isn’t a joke, right? You’re serious?”

She chuckled at your reaction, “Yes, Ma’am. You’re ten centimeters dilated. You’re about to become a mom.”

You lifted your head to look at Jake, chest tight with a mixture of anxiety and overwhelming happiness, “We’re about to become parents.”

The signature Seresin smile found its way to his face, his green eyes shining with excitement. Jake pushed a stray hair behind your ear, “Yes, we are, honey. Yes, we are.”

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Jock vs. Nerd

part two

Had this little thought in my head...in a quirkless!college!AU...where you're a pretty girl, a popular one too...also, you're a very dominant young lady...and where you fell for the friendless, geeky, shy nerd...Izuku Midoriya...and leaving the jock, the most popular...the hottest guy in school...Katsuki Bakugo...heartbroken.

Thoughts on this? I have.

Warnings: ANGST, Bakugo: one sided-love, Deku: What? A hottie wants to date me?!, You: Come here, cute nerd! <3, Bakugo is a himbo, you're smart and pretty, Izuku's shyyyyyyy

Just to be clear: English is not my first language, so please bear with me :)

[your name will be Yena here. :)]

Have fun reading:

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"I'm telling you, she likes you!", Denki nudges his jock friend Bakugo, who only swats the blonde's hand away from his shoulder. The Bakusquad was known for being good on the field in football and so being pretty popular already, but scoring even more points with the chicks because of their good looks, and with Mina Ashido being the cheer captain, one of the most popular girls in U.A. High and also one of your best friends.

And you.

Oh, please.

Don't get him started.

Should he start on how he met you? How he fell for you when you yelled back at him which made him flinch? How he couldn't get that cute frown and sweet pouty lips -which he never could stop daydreaming about kissing- of yours out of his head? How he thought that you were a literal angel when you treated his wounds? How softly you spoke to him, not yelling at him for losing their big game because of him?

Or how you'd always help him and the team out in their finals because wow; A hot and intelligent human being taking their time explaining them the subjects with a sweet voice and soft smile? Where Denki milks out every single advice and reassurance he can get form you, blushing like crazy with a stupid and smug grin directed to his teammates (where these signal him that they would kill him as soon as the study session with you was over) when you pat his head comfortingly?

Where Sero openly subtly flirts with you and you think he's only joking and flirt back, only to have him gulping while looking to the side with a shy grin but bright red face? Where Kirishima looks at you like you hung the stars because you explained him the difference between Mitosis ans meiosis in baby steps until he got it, and he gives you a dopey, lovesick grin with heart eyes. And he'd gasp softly when you'd call him a "good boy!" for explaining the difference after you've explained it to him ten times patiently (Everyone glared at the himbo with murderous intent).

Or where Shinso and Monoma asked you out multiple times in a row with you having to check your calender -a sweet, old fashioned-themed little book with a real feather and ink to write on- turning the pages a concerning amount of times with your delicate fingers (which makes the guys wish it'd be wrapped around something of theirs instead of that little book of yours) giving them a sad pout before telling the whole football team that you're not available until the next four months, which leaves the two least shy guys groaning in despair out loud and the rest looking to the side with a frown and some even cursing under their breath.

Sure, he was jealous that his teammates were ogling at you and blushing when you praised them since they were all crushin' on you, leaving him fuming in his seat, but oh, look how the table fucking turns and lands back on its legs like nothing happened when he finally has your attention. And even when he tries to listen- he really does! -he can't help but admire you.

You, who is so fucking hot and smart Bakugo's actually surprised that he hasn't popped a boner yet.

You, his childhood friend of nearly ten years, starting from pre school and onward, who he never thougth he had a chance with you until he got your attention in these little lessons you gave them, where your focus seemed to be on him and him only, where he started to sweat like crazy, especially his hands and his heart beating rapidly, his pen already slipping out of his hand, and when it does, you catch it with a fond smile before giving it back to him. However, you lay one of your soft hands on one of his caloused and scarred ones and you sigh and he thinks that you're going to ask him out on a date, to marry him, to confess your feelings to him in public-... when all you say is: "I know all this stress is taking a big toll on you, Katsuki. How about we study for fifteen minutes and do a little break, hm?"

And he can't help but nod, because suddenly, He feels a big stone in his throat, he feels like crying, scratching his eyeballs, hitting his head against a wall, because why would such a perfect little girl want to go out with a dumb himbo like him?

He knew that he was more the annoying best friend to you, because he always bullied you for being smaller than him, but no shit because he was literally a six foot something giant. He couldn't even attract you with his handsomeness, nor his rippling muscles and flexing body when it was too hot out in the summer and when he subtly tried to steal a glance at you, wanting to know if you were checking him out like all your girl friends did around you, he only found you giggling at something on your phone.

Yeah, Bakugo put on his shirt after that with a hurting heart, leaving your surrounding friends whining like greedy little bitches and running towards him.

...

Bakugo sighed. It was a nice dream Denki told him. Because Bakugo knew how much of a big, fat crush you've had on Deku. But what made him become your crush?

Deku's always invested in his books.

Deku's never seen without his baggy pants and oversized hoodies.

Deku's never talked to a girl except Uraraka or his mom.

Deku's never had a friend (except Bakugo himself) over at his house.

Deku's always muttering and scribbling away in his notebook or phone, where he's playing a nerdy fantasy game in the medieval times and sometimes whispers a silent, cringey: "Thou shalt be killed with that goblin-sized brain of yours...!", before you can hear a faint growling and slicing sound coming from his phone.

Deku, who never seems to actually take care of his hair, which is always in all places, too curly, or always in his face where he combs his fingers through his hair to actually see what he's doing.

And then you come into the game.

Whenever Deku does any of his little- to you very cute -antics of his, you sigh dreamily while looking at him while he writes away the english assignment he had trouble working on and you were more than ready to help him, leaving Bakugo gagging and growling quietly, staring daggers into your and Deku's head.

Or when he was over at your place, and he tried talking to you but you were too engrossed in something your phone showed you, he got fed up and snatched your phone quickly, Deku's name flashing as the chatting contact and then, he is being shoved down the ground from little ol' you, who is on top of him. Big, buff and strong Bakugo being overpowered by little sweet you, his big nose flaring up after he caught a wiff of your sweet scent and bakugo can already feel his dick twitching from where your heat was resting, but you quickly took your phone back and went into your room. However, you didn't close the door after you told him to get the fuck out of your apartment with an embarrassed red face. bakugo groaned and stared up at the ceiling, heart and dick throbbing in pain.

That's when he knew that you were crushing on his childhood friend.

...

One day, as you were chatting away happily with your friends, you spotted Izuku and called him over. The thing was, it would've been okay if you were with two or three of your friends, and if you guys were chilling in front of the classroom, or on campus. But no.

It was in the fucking cafeteria where you, Yena Hideyo, called a guy over to you. A cafeteria, where you were surrounded by your dozens of friends, all eating and munching, also surrounded by even more people and the cafeteria was extremely full today. Still, you beckoned him closer and suddenly, he felt all eyes on him.

I mean, it was the first time that the most popular girl in U.A. called a guy from the same age over to sit next to her and have lunch with her, except the freshmen, where the girls and boys all blushed from your milf motherly care and were asked about how school was and how you, their senior, would do everything in your might to help them. (U.A. ended up being the highest scoring school in Japan, thanks to a little help of yours) Also, they'd all blush from the close proximity you and them were in, because they could smell your scent, your glowing, sexy figure, where your thick thighs threatened to spill from your mini skirt, or how you had a too small shirt with a much too big cleavage on, where your large tits were spilling out a bit, or how your sweet tummy rolls were so cute -visible from the stomach-free top you wore sometimes- that they had to restrain themselves from pinchining them, or how nice your hair always looked, and with perfect makeup.

That's how Izuku felt, like a freshman, when he finally sat down next to you after he took an eternity with everybody's glare on him.(it actually took him less than ten seconds to speedwalk from his previous spot to yours but who cares) he could feel your unintentionally strong gaze on him and he allowed himself to feel important for once. I-if you were looking at him like that, then it was hard not to think that he wasn't special in at least some way. Izuku could smell your sweet vanilla perfume, but didn't dare to look into your beautiful face, let alone away from his hands in his lap, because if he even caught sight of your nice thighs, he'd be a goner, choke on his spit or thin air and die. He could even hear the thoughts his peers where having. How come Yena calls over such a loser? How come he gets her attention? What's so special about him? He's a nerd!

But you don't seem to care in the slightest, just happy that your favourite nerd (and crush) has taken your plea to sit down next to you. "How are you Mido? English hard? Do you need tutoring lessons?", you started speaking already after he took a bite to let him think about his answer, your friends looking at this little interaction with offended and confused faces. Why was he eating while you were speaking to him? Can't he chew a little faster to finally answer you?

And after he was done finishing his first bite, he began to ramble, but only for you and the person sitting next to him to cromprehend. "W-well, I actually do have a little trouble with English, but I think I'll manage, I don't want you to take more than you can handle- I mean, y-you- of course, you can handle things! You're- you're Yena Hideyo after all! I just d-didn't want to bother you with my problems, since you're already preparing the decorations and routine for prom and the big game is starting to come closer too and I just don't-"

"Breathe, Izuku.", you said gently, holding one of his hands which he was fumbling around when he tried to explain himself. You led it towards the table and smiled at him. Of course, he'd blush like crazy and nod before breathing. Unfortunately, the person sitting next to him was no other than Katsuki Bakugo, who'd of course laugh at him for not being able to speak coherently let alone look you in the eyes. Also, Bakugo wanted to embarrass Izuku in front of you as much as possible, so that you'd finally stop pining after that nerd and start catching feelings for him. That resulted in Izuku pale-ing/paling(?) and eating his sandwich until it was no more, all the while he had to endure this bullying side of Bakugo, which somehow still, never dissapeared.

"Ahahahahha- haaaa...you're one funny guy, nerd. Always muttering shit and not even being able to talk to Yena-" "Kats, that's enough. Drop. It.", your stern voice echoed in the big cantine, leaving everybody in shock.

They knew that you were Katsuki Bakugo's best friend and rumours spread around like crazy whenever students saw you and Bakugo interact with each other, playing with the thought of you and the jock being a couple and all. What they didn't know, for example, was that you, their little sweet sunshine of U.A., who'd always aid with a soft smile and calm voice, could hold such malice in her voice and glare at her friend of ten years with such hatred.

It left the eating ones stop chewing, the talking ones stop gossiping, the loud ones become quiet and Bakugo look at you with a shocked-I'd even dare say betrayed expression on his face. Even Izuku looked up from his sandwich to look to his right, where Kacchan was looking at you, then to you, who was giving him an annoyed look. The school bell signalled that the lunch had ended, much to everyone's dismay, and they all walked out with food in their hands.

You packed your things, but not before whispering something in Izuku's ear before you went away with your people, all the while not sparing the blonde football player a sliver of your attention. Izuku quickly stood up and ran as fast as he could, because 1. He talked to his crush-resulting in his heart beating rapidly against his chest, and 2. His crush stood up to Bakugo, with the whole school seeing them bicker wich was rather embarrassing to Bakugo...yeah, he'd kill him for that. And since Izuku didn't feel the need to die at the moment, especially after you've seductively whispered in his ear to meet you at 6 pm sharp, he ran up to the library to hide in the labyrinth of bookshelves, because Bakugo wasn't really known for his knowledge in this area, but he could still catch up to Deku.

However, since Deku knew this world of books like the back of his scarred hand, he easily dissappeared between the endless seeming shelves with his scrawny, thin body, leaving Katsuki lost and irritated. After a while, after Izuku was long gone, Bakugo found the exit and puked into a nearby dustbin because he couldn't stand the chance of seeing so many books, even though their backs were facing him. It scared him that there was an endless variety of pictureless books, where it wasn't like in comics and he also never understood actors and actresses in movies who always said that a movie would play while they were reading a book. so much for being a himbo.

...

"There you are!", you exclaimed happily, also glad that Izuku didn't leave you waiting any second longer. He even rang the bell to your apartment one minute earlier, which was probably because his watch was set one minute earlier so that he wouldn't come late to meetings and school and bla bla bla-

"U-uhm, yeah! You look pretty!", he said loudly, and you giggled. Taking his hand, you lead him to the living room, where all sorts of english books and literature were piled on top of each other. In total, there were only ten books, but they were thick.

Izuku was left dumbfounded. He thought that maybe, just maybe, you...well...uh, well!

"Are you hungry? I made us some pizza.", you said after he sat down and looked at the pile of books. He only nodded, a little dissapointed at the fact that he didn't get dicked down by you(...yet).

As he smiled up at you with a nod after he put on his sweet round glasses -with you internally dying of his cuteness- you made your way over to the oven of your apartment because you were already a big girl and could look after your own money which led you to invest in stocks and become rich but that's for another story (?👀?).

As you were taking out the pizza to examine the quality of the crust and middle part, being satisfied at how nice the cheese had melted, Izuku came inside and noticed you in an apron. To him, you were looking like his sweet little housewife, ready to be taken care of at the counter where he'd first eat you out and then the pizza-

Aaaaaaaaannnnd there went his dignity with his cock straining against his jogging pants. Well, shit.

"Hey Mido, need somethin'?", your sweet voice asked him and he felt his heart squeeze because you were just so perfect to him and he couldn't believe that he was alone in your home with you. "I-I jist, uh, I mean, I j-just wanted a glass of water-", and he pointed towards the sink behind you, "C-can I?"

This left you gasping and you smacked your head. "Silly me! Where are my host-manners!? I have other beverages as well! Orange juice? cherry juice? All Might smoothie? Apple-" "A-ALL MIGHT!", The nerd interrupted you and you couldn't help but burst out in laughter in his cute little antics and fanboying towards his idol the ingeneering master, Yagi Toshinori-Also known as all might.

"Okay sweetie!", you cheered before going to the fridge and giving him a fresh All Might smoothie. (it was literally a protein shake.) He loved that you didn't tease him for loving what he did, and he felt very precious in your presence. you never ushered him to something he never or didn't want to do.

Izuku took the smoothie with a precious grin and thanked you before going over to the english books and reading through them. So that's how you were always on top of the classroom...you must have been studying like crazy. And these books were amazing! He instantly understood what he did wrong when reading through the explanations.

The smell of perfectly baked pizza caught his attention and you put the sliced food in the middle of the table. You looked at him holding one of your books. "Understanding?" "Yeah, Thanks."

You smiled. "That's good to hear."

You were on your laptop, looking through some of your investments and writing emails like a professional and Izuku blushed. What were you not actually? You were smart, helpful, nice, sweet, calm, a good advisor for young and old, and you were pretty. And here you were too, helping him out by lending him some of your books to read and learn, and not expecting anything in return.

Even though he was thankful, he was greedy. Especially when somebody as extraordinary as you offered him an endless amount of help. He wanted more of your attention, more of your sweet words, and...your touch. Your hands and lips on him. The ony thing was, were you feeling the same? Probably not.

I mean, look at him, he's a nerd! Nerds don't get pretty girls like you. He could already imagine your phone going off any moment with Kacchan calling you, to ask if you'd be free today and then you'd excitedly say-

It seemed like he was staring at you too long, because after a while, you looked at him before stopping to write in your laptop. "All okay?"

Midoriya gulped nervously. Well, here goes nothing...!

"I...Uh-well, Uhm. There-there was s-something I'd like to tell you. B-but promise that you, well, that you won't laugh- or look at me with a disgusted face, or well, not a good reaction! I-just, I...I like you. Like, really, I really, really like you. I always have! From the moment I saw you for the first time where you helped a freshman reach their class and I couldn't take my eyes off of you, because you were just so pretty- which you are still now!-, and because suddenly, many people were talking to you and you had answers for every question they had.

Or the time where you were helping a teacher with finding their exams and when they found it, they were sooooo happy. Or just...all those other times, where you were just ....there!..... for everybody.

And it made me think...what about you? I want to help you. I like you, and I want you to get something in return for all those nice things you do everyday for everyone. So...what would you like to do?"

You looked at him for a moment of pure shock, not expecting him to know about your little dilemma, or even confess to you. Sure, you loved helping people, but you didn't like owing them stuff, or them having to do something for you. So...hearing your crush confessing his feelings for you and wanting to help you too, that made you swoon.

You hugged his arm and sighed. "...can we stay like that?"

Izuku gulped, feeling your soft chest, and small arms hug his toned arm, your knees on his thigh. "S-sure...!" But he still didn't get a reaction from you for his feelings. "Uh, would you like to go out sometime?"

You hugged him tighter. "Let's do that another time, love. I just wanna be close to you right now." And that made the boy happy.

"I'm surprised that you could see through my act though.", you said after a while, tracing some of his veins and scars which made the boy errupt in soft shivers. "D-don't wanna be creepy...but I can always see you...and I only see you helping people. Never anybody helping you."

You kissed his cheek by his little speech and he made happy noises. However, you didn't stop. you started connecting your lips to the arm you were hugging and pulled up his sleeve further and further until Izuku had to take it off. He was in a short sleeved grey shirt, oversized, and his thin arms were shaking with anticipation. Each time you kissed one of his freckles or scars, he felt more and more nervous. Sure, it felt nice and he cherished the moment, because it was very intimate to him. But still, he had his worries. He knew that you'd become a romantic maniac with your partner, but he never thought that he might become yours. Or were you just messing with him? Teasing him like the girls in middleschool did?

"Uhm, Yena-" "Hm? Wanna stop?", you asked, immediately backing away and about to let got of his hands when he grabbed them tightly. Strong shaking of the head. Your hands played with his hands and he felt his anxiety and bad thoughts drift away. "Wanna do something else?" Another shaking no of the head. "'want you to k-...kiss me...more...please?", he pleaded, looking up shyly to you with his thick long eyelashes. God, his eyes were so fucking pretty...!

This time, you let go of one of his nice but shaking hands and gently grabbed his cheek. "...Like...this?", you whispered against his mouth with hooded eyes and he whimpered, already leaning in with closing eyes. And when you brought your lips against his, he felt amazing. Every cell was partying as he grinned stupidly against your lips and intertwined your fingers with his, his other hand holding your hand which was on his cheek. your thumb caressed his cheekbone and Izuku sighed into the kiss in pure bliss. How many nights had the nerd been dreaming about kissing his popular crush? How many times did he want to hold your hand and just have you close to him? He couldn't remember and didn't want to either, when he had the real you right next to him, and taking his first kiss.

After a while, you parted and looked him into the eyes before smiling giddily and burying your head in his scrawny chest to giggle like a highschool girl. He was happy. If you were giggling like that and still holding his hand- this time more tightly- then it had to be that you were in love with him as he was with you. he hugged your frame, but something caught his eye; Bakugo.

The jock was standing in the corridor, his backpack threatening to fall down and scare you when it crashes to the ground, face twisted into anger, jealousy, hatred and hurt, and heavy, quick breathing. If Bakugo had been here a little earlier, he might've changed something, but no. He saw everything. From the moment where you started to kiss his knuckles up his shoulder and then...kissing his lips. Like you two were a real couple. You really loved Izuku.

he went out again and called one of the girls Denki recommended him. "Yer free t'night? Need to fuck out some pain."

[porcelain-requiem]

The Confession

By: Porcelain-Requiem

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A/N: Just a sweet little one-shot Frelma fanfic. This is set in a slightly AU timeline of the older Scooby-Doo cartoons, where Fred is smart and resourceful. I’m not opposed to Himbo Fred, but I do prefer smarter Fred overall.

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The cave was dark and musty, and there was a chill throughout it. Fred shined his flashlight around as he searched for a secret passageway to find Daphne. But so far, all he'd found was the occasional frightened bug that scurried away from the light. The tall blond let out a depressed sigh, which his short, bespectacled, brunette companion noticed.

“Don’t worry, Fred.” Velma said in a reassuring tone as she touched his arm, “We’ll find her. She’s got to be around here somewhere.”

Fred smiled and nodded at her. “You’re right, Velma.” He said, “I just hate when I lose you guys to trap doors and bad guys. I try to keep all of you safe, especially you girls.”

“You do, Fred.” Velma said to him, “Even when one of us goes missing, you always find us or we always find our way back to you. I know you feel responsible for us since you’re the oldest of our gang, but we always work things out when we split up in an unintentional way.”

Fred smiled as he took in Velma’s logical and knowing words. It had felt like hours since they started searching, and her words reassured him to keep going. With a nod and a smile to her, the two kept searching for that secret passage, until at last Velma found it. He let out a sigh of relief and wiped some sweat from his brow as the new cave pathway opened up.

“Thank you, Velma. Now stay close to me.” He said as he pulled her near him, “I don’t want to lose you too.”

He took her hand in his and led her down the secret part of the cave, using his flashlight to keep the pathway illuminated for them. Velma blushed a bit as she noticed how small her hand was in his. He had such big, strong hands.

“You’ve suddenly become very quiet, Velma.” Fred noticed, “Are you tying all the clues together and figuring out who the monster really is?”

Velma tried to muster up a response, but felt her throat tighten from nerves. She squeezed Fred’s hand really hard, which made him stop in his tracks. He let go of her hand and shined the flashlight toward her in concern.

“Are you all right, Velma?” He asked her, as he used the light to look her curvy body up and down to see if she was injured.

“N-no. I mean, yes. I mean...” Velma finally stammered. She looked Fred up and down, taking in how handsome he looked in the glow of the flashlight. But his expression looked very concerned. She wasn’t normally nervous like this, especially around him.

“Please, tell me, Velma.” Fred said to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, “Did I do something?”

She looked into his blue eyes, then looked down at her feet as she mustered up the courage to tell him the honest truth. Breathing a deep sigh, she began.

“Fred, just now, you were holding my hand. And before you start apologizing for that, please don’t, because it didn’t upset me at all. In fact, it was wonderful and… it just—it just made me realize that I need to tell you something. But you need to sit down.”

Fred sat himself on a rock near her as he prepared to listen intently to his short friend’s words.

“I-I like you, Fred. I like you a lot… as in more than a friend, I mean. When you held my hand just now, I didn’t want it to end. I always feel so safe with you. And I know I’m not pretty like Daphne is, but I can’t lie to myself anymore. I love you, Fred. And I know you don’t like me back in that way, so I completely respect that. You deserve a beautiful girl, and I know I’m not pretty. And I really don’t want to ruin our friendship because of this, so… please, just pretend I didn’t say any of this.”

She pulled her turtleneck collar of her sweater nervously over her cheeks and turned to try and hide her blushing face. Fred stood up and walked over to her. Velma turned to him and looked up, still hiding the lower half of her face. Fred had a serious expression, but didn’t look upset, which did relieve her slightly. But she worried as she saw his eyes studying her face in the soft cave light.

He gently lowered the turtleneck collar of her sweater and smiled at her. Velma was blushing so much as she looked into his blue eyes. They had a soft glow reflecting the darkness of the cave. Fred put the flashlight in his pocket and placed both of his hands on Velma’s shoulders. He leaned his tall frame down more to meet her short height, and took a deep breath before he responded to her.

“I’m actually relieved that you told me how you feel, Velma. It really means a lot that you think so highly of me.” He said as he started to blush a little, “I honestly didn’t think you liked me like that, because I keep thinking I don’t deserve someone like you.”

Velma was shocked by his words just now. Fred was stunning and athletic. He could undoubtedly attract any girl he met with his strong physique and handsome countenance. And on top of that, he was witty, resourceful, and intelligent. Yet his own words seemed to put himself down just now.

“But Freddie, you’re the most amazing guy I know. You shouldn’t put yourself down like that. I’m not trying to pressure you into liking me. I know I’m not pretty. I just knew I had to tell you. But please, forget I said anything. Daphne is very pretty, Fred. And she’s much more worthy of you than I am.”

“Velma, why are you fixated on me being with Daphne? I mean, sure, I had a couple of dates with her during our early days together as a gang, but she and I soon realized we weren’t meant to be more than friends, so we chose to stay that way. Also, you shouldn’t put yourself down like that, Velma. You’re beautiful.”

Velma’s brown eyes began to well with tears, as she turned her face to try and hide them. “You shouldn’t tease me like that, Freddie. I’m not beautiful.”

He gently took Velma’s freckled cheeks in his hands. Then he continued to speak, “I would never tease you like that. You’re beautiful to me, Velma, inside and out. Some guys probably wouldn’t think so, but I’m not like them. There’s only one girl I know who is essentially my intellectual equal – though I’m definitely not as smart, who always inspires me to be the best I can be, and who is the one I can always count on to be my right-hand lady for leading our team. And there is only one girl that I want to be worthy of. And that’s you, Velma. It’s always been you.”

Velma’s brown eyes widened as the tears rolled down her cheeks. She never thought that Fred loved her like that or that he found her beautiful. She caressed his cheeks with her hands and then he leaned closer to her, to where their lips were almost touching.

“May I?” He asked softly as she felt his breath touch her face. She nodded as her tears continued to fall. It had to be a dream. Freddie couldn’t possibly love her too! And yet, there he was, mere centimeters away from her, asking to kiss her.

He wiped away her tears and softly kissed her lips, brushing them ever so gently with his. She then gave him a deeper kiss, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. The two began to kiss passionately, running their fingers through each other’s hair.

She was so short in comparison to him, that when he finally stood upright while kissing her, he lifted her slightly off the ground. She felt safe wrapped in his strong arms though, and continued to kiss the tall blond. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as he deepened the kiss even more. Suddenly the two of them heard a familiar “jeepers!” come from the corridor, which paused their romantic moment.

“Daphne!” Both of them shouted in unison as Fred gently lowered Velma back to the ground. She smoothed her bob back in place, and he fixed his hair and straightened his ascot. They then went to go free their missing friend. The redhead was relieved when they arrived, and gave the two a hug once she was freed.

“I hope it didn’t take you guys too long to find me.” Daphne said.

“It didn’t take us too long. Just long enough to solve a small mystery of our own.” Fred reassured their friend, as he looked at Velma and smiled. She returned the smile with a slight flush of her cheeks.

“Come on, girls!” Fred said confidently, “Let’s go find Shaggy and Scooby, trap this bad guy and solve the mystery!”

The two girls hurried after him, Velma smiling and eagerly grabbing hold of Fred’s hand, as his flashlight led the way out. Daphne smiled to herself as she saw both of her friends holding hands, and realized what their small mystery must’ve entailed.

The End

[saikokirakira]

Part 1 of 2: Pagtingin (Feelings) [Steve Harrington x Reader]

a/n: let's pretend this hasn't been sitting in my completed list since ferbruary. it was initially a 3-parter, but i decided the 3rd one to be part of the sequel. guess who's the dumdum who doesn't have a title for it? i'm using the Ben&Ben song I listened to while writing this chapter. it was either this or "baka sakali (Maybe, just in case)". it also annoyed me because "pagtingin" means "look; gaze" but in its context it means "(hidden) feelings," so it's neither wrong or right. language, ammarite?

summary: based on this blurb on a hanahaki au/flayed!reader

word count: 2.1k (brace yourself because the next chapter is almost 5 times long. yep. you heard me.)

warning: steve is an oblivious himbo; unrequited feelings / pining; minor violence; implied underage drinking (it's season 2, ykyk?); stranger things season 2 canon

You had a crush on Steve “The Hair” Harrington. Then again, who didn’t have a crush on King Steve?

Growing up with Steve, albeit shy of two years from the senior, had you following him around like a puppy. You watched him jump from one girl to the next before he surprisingly settled with Nancy Wheeler last year. “She’s different,” he had said before asking you for help on how to woo her.

Stop flirting with other girls around her. Actually listen to her and try to be interested in what she says. Get to know her instead of treating her like another girl. Surprisingly, he listened to your advice – everything you wished he would do for you – and got the girl.

Steve always got the girl.

However, something strange happened when Nancy’s best friend, Barbara, went missing, not much later since Will Byers as well. With your overprotective parents dropping a curfew on you, you barely hung out with Steve anymore. You knew nothing good will happen when you left him too long with Tommy and Carol, and you were right.

Much to your surprise again, Steve and Nancy lasted until his senior year. You couldn’t argue that being with her made Steve want to better himself. You even got to know Nancy for a bit, and for someone quite reserved, you actually liked her.

“Haven’t you ever considered dating?” she had asked you once.

You hummed for a bit, pondering on your answer. “Steve knows most of the nitty gritty on the guys on Hawkins High,” you explained. “He scares the bad ones away, and the ones that are decent are too intimidated with him being my friend since forever.”

“You never thought of dating Steve?”

You laughed lightly. You had a crush on Steve, but you didn’t like him enough to act out on it. “What an odd question from his own girlfriend,” you pointed out, and interestingly enough, it made her uncomfortable. You guessed a lot of Steve’s exes were also pretty intimidated by your friendship with Steve.

“Nope,” you lied smoothly. “Steve never asked me, and we never had the conversation on crossing that line in our friendship.” Still, the pinched look on Nancy’s face remained, and you began to wonder if it was more than just jealousy… or if she was hiding something else.

That inkling you had took form in Jonathan Byers half-carrying a wasted Nancy during a Halloween party. You asked around for Steve only to find out that he also ditched you. You aggressively poured yourself a glass of spiked punch before catching yourself, pouring the contents back in the bowl.

“Smart move.”

You didn’t need Steve to tell you that Billy Hargrove was bad news.

“Harrington ditched you, pretty girl?”

“What do you think?” you shot back. You walked out of the kitchen to find a house phone, only to find a couple making out right against it. “Seriously?”

Billy snickered right next to you.

“You’re still here,” you sighed in exasperation to show your annoyance. “Why?” You narrowed your eyes at the blonde.

“Oh, please, no need to be short with me, pretty girl,” Billy said, flashing you what he probably thought was his charming smile. “Harrington isn’t here for you to be his loyal lapdog.”

“What are you talking about?”

Billy stepped closer to you, and you were overwhelmed by the smell of beer and cigarettes from his person. “From what I saw earlier, Wheeler and Harrington seem to be over,” he whispered in your ear, “so you might actually have a chance this time.”

Rage quickly filled your veins, and you shoved his bare chest, pushing him away from you. Your reaction only amused Billy further. “You don’t know anything about me,” you spat out.

“As a matter of fact, I know everything just by looking at you,” Billy retorted, giving you a once-over. “I don’t often help out girls like you, but you’re just pitiful. Pathetic even.” He continued, “Guys like Steve don’t stay single for long. Takes one to know one, pretty girl. Best make your move soon.”

You hated how you knew Billy was right. Nancy clearly had feelings for Jonathan, and it wouldn’t be long before Steve would be looking for a rebound. Maybe if… maybe if he could see how you and him worked so well over the years, Steve might also see you as someone worth long-term. Even longer than Nancy.

For the next two days, you muddled over how you would tell Steve how you really feel. You settled for simplicity. Just give it to him honest and straightforward. With a motivated resolution, you drove to his house and caught Steve just in time as he was leaving his house.

“Oh, perfect timing,” Steve smiled, pulling his keys out. “Come with me. I need your help picking out something. I’m driving.”

Ten minutes later, you and the florist locked eyes, seeming to have an understanding with each other, while Steve fawned over the bouquet that you chose for Nancy.

There’s just something fucked up over choosing a bouquet you want for your crush to give as a reconciliation gift for his ex.

Mysteriously enough, Nancy wasn’t at her house, but Dustin Henderson, a friend of her younger brother’s, was. You observed how the boy dragged Steve over to the car, where you were waiting, and talked about “a baseball bat with nails.” Steve succumbed to Dustin’s demands and opened the trunk of his car.

“Why the hell do you have a baseball bat mace, Harrington?”

Dustin directed his attention to you. “Are you good with pets?” he asked randomly.

“I used to have a cat and a dog?”

“Perfect. You can come with us.”

For the next three hours, you and Steve followed the boy in his storm cellar, finding a tunnel dug by an animal too big to be a dog. Dustin explained to you about a monster he cared for as a baby, until it ate his cat. Now, he made plans that you and Steve would come back the next day to find it before it was fully grown.

By that point, you simply indulged Dustin and his games. It was all just bad unskippable side quests on your way to confess to Steve. … right?

When morning came, Steve picked you up, telling you that Dustin called him to buy meat to bait his rogue monster pet. Again, you indulged them and came along. If Steve was losing his sanity over his breakup, so were you by still trying to confess in these conditions.

“Why are you still friends with me?” Steve asked all of a sudden, his eyes were focused on the road to the way to Dustin’s house. “I’m no longer popular. My girlfriend broke up with me. I’m currently hanging out with my ex’s brother’s friend finding a cat-eating monster.”

Tell him. It’s the right time. But what if it’s not? Of course, it is. What if he’ll think I’m only taking advantage of his situation? What if he’ll think I’m only friends with him for that reason?

“Don’t be full of yourself, Steve,” you snorted, picking at your chipped nail polish. “I’ve known you since you were a loser. It isn’t so different now.”

“You’re such an ass.”

Your heart mellowed at the sight of Steve’s soft smile. Maybe I don’t have to tell him. These quiet genuine moments didn’t have to change. You loved it as it was.

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“You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who... who you just met?”

“You have to admit, Steve, that’s pretty metal,” you commented, bumping Steve’s shoulder.

“What does that even mean?” Steve asked while still tossing pieces of chopped meat along the abandoned train tracks.

“It means it’s an awesome gesture,” you said, patting Dustin on the back. The boy smiled at you, preening from your support. From the past hour, you held a soft spot for Dustin who lacked in confidence but still put himself out there for a crush.

He’s younger but definitely had more guts than you.

“I just feel like you’re trying too hard,” Steve admitted.

“Hey,” you elbowed your friend in the side in warning.

“Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?” Dustin said quite glumly.

“The key with girls is just…” Steve trailed off, while you cut in, “Oh, I’d love to hear this.” He continued, “… just acting like you don’t care.”

And you burst laughing. You laughed for a good minute with tears leaking from the corner of your eyes. “Oh, for goodness’ sakes,” you said, “stop giving the boy bad relationship advice, Steven.”

“Are you telling me you never chased after a boy who didn’t show that much interest?” Steve asked, but just as he shot the question, he immediately followed with, “Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

“I wanna know,” Dustin piped in.

“Just one boy,” you whispered in the boy’s ear but still loud enough for Steve to hear. “It doesn’t matter because he doesn’t like me that way.” Before anyone could catch your hidden meaning, you added, “Besides, I only go for guys who genuinely adore me.”

“As they should!” Steve exclaimed, pointing a finger at you. “Remember what I told you: Never take less than what you deserve.”

“As I was saying,” you emphasized, pointedly looking at Steve for interrupting, then crouching to meet Dustin’s eyes, “just be true with your feelings and yourself, and the right girl will come around for you.”

“I mean, that works too,” Steve mumbled. “Some girls are just special.”

“Like Nancy?”

… and that was your cue to walk ahead of them. You should’ve known that a wholesome moment wouldn’t last. Unfortunately, it would only go downhill from there.

In the next few hours, you were being chased by reptilian dogs, rendezvoused with Chief Hopper and the Byers, and met a punk kid who had mind powers. If you weren’t constantly fighting to stay alive, you would’ve demanded context from Steve. And now, you were in a tunnel under a pumpkin patch farm that led to an evil alternate dimension.

Some side quest for romance.

Steve led the group while with you last in case something snuck from behind. You were all careful not to breathe too hard, and you made sure to avoid touching anything on the walls, keeping eye on the kids as well. Doing so proved more difficult the further you went down the tunnel looking for what Mike called “the hub.” The vines and plant bulbs for some reason looked aware of your presence in the tunnels. In fact…

“Dustin, watch out!”

You shoved him to the side only to be sprayed with spores from the flower bulbs. Coughs and wheezes broke uncontrollably from your mouth as you tried to expel what seeped through your kerchief mask. You just hoped that you managed to get most out when you did.

After the little mishap with the flower, your group – much more carefully this time – finally succeeded in setting fire to the tunnels. You ignored the burning in your lungs when it did, especially when you ran back for Mike who got caught by one of the vines as its last resort. Running on instinct, you snatched Steve’s bat and rushed over to the boy.

“Grab him!” you barked at anyone. You stomped the offending vine with the heel of your boot and swung over and over. You screamed and cried out, not knowing whether it was out of aggression or from the burning in your lungs, until Mike was freed and the rest of the vines retreated back to God knows where.

Steve stared at you in awe and slowly approached you, retrieving back his bat but keeping his other hand locked with yours. “That was awesome,” he chuckled, squeezing your entwined fingers.

Unfortunately, the moment didn’t last because a pack of demodogs came barrelling down the tunnels in pursuit of us. Interestingly enough, one of them still managed to listen to Dustin – D’Art. So, he was real... Their reunion and goodbye were enough time to escape to the opening of the tunnel.

Steve climbed out into the farm first, and you began hoisting them up, saving yourself last. You barely managed to get Dustin out, who was putting up a fight to see D’Art until his last moments. Then the strangest thing happened…

The demodogs just stared at you.

It remained that way until they dropped dead, signalling the gate finally being shut.

You were frozen and was only pulled out of your stupor when Steve hoisted you out himself.

The way those monsters clicked and growled at you felt familiar. As if they knew you. Yet you didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

It was over.

[an-autistic-with-personhood]

PLEASE tell me about your littlest pet shop town that you made with your sister omg i’m on the edge of my seat

Oh my god oh my god ok

So we used to play with them with a semi-normal town setup, with the animals as pretty normal modern townsfolk. Our town had a king (as you do when you're eight years old), most of the animals had families, and the many, many children left over stayed in an orphanage run by a Miss Hannigan from Annie-esque cat. I'll just list the ways it devolved from there. Relevant quotes attached.

The dog king got divorced every time we found a prettier dog wife for him (his first wife Daisy was an absolute bitch)

Jessica the orphanage caretaker hates kids and only works there because she's serving community service. We never explored what got her there.

Whenever we got new animals, we'd welcome them to town with a hazing-but-not-really-hazing ceremony (They'd very menacingly tell them they'd give them a "Nice. Warm. Welcome." But then it'd be the most wholesome cutesy song)

During our NCIS phase, we killed off a cat so we could do a murder investigation episode. She dangled from a makeshift noose in the corner for a few years before we brought her back

Some of the children from the orphanage ran away to live in the dump. They sell spiked lemonade. "The feral trash children spiked the lemonade!"

Somewhere down the line, a campsite went up with a pair of manipulative elephants hoarding the biggest campfire for themselves

The cat that ran the orphanage (Jessica) divorced her husband, and he got a redemption arc (and a bad haircut) out of it. I think one of the things that solidified his decision was when she spent the children's food money on a spa day. "Chad, I NEED this!!"

Accidental Krampus Christmas Special. "Saaanta's waaatching..."

Horror Christmas Special with children-eating snow bunnies. "🎵Frosty the Snow Bunny🎵 is gonna eat you now!"

Strained marriage between a husky and her idiot golden retriever husband (he loved her so much but he was just such a himbo that she sometimes couldn't take it)

Several character deaths after our family dogs chewed on the toys

I came home once to find my sister and cousin had been basically playing Survivor. Yet another cat was hanging from the bannister by a noose

Himbo golden retriever saw a lady bug (Carlos) for the first time and dubbed him the "chosen one", essentially starting a cult. Carlos was just the adopted son of the local cat polycule, but ce la vie

We have an au fanfiction somewhere of the himbo entering the town for the first time. au town was named Larpeville, pronounced "larpay villay". He met a vegan lion named Leoche (the "che" was silent) and nearly crashed a scooter into the town's new leaders. "*Sister making 'putputput' motor noises* *screaming*"

Triplet horse sisters (Sandy, Brownie, and Snowy) fell in love with a zebra, but all took different strategies to win his heart. Sandy took a pretty normal "get to know you" route. Snowy was the blondest of blondes and just blurted whatever. Brownie went full stalker. "My name is Snowy, but my friends call me Tanya"

The zebra befriended the orphans and talked to them on his morning runs. Pretty normal, but I had to mention my sister's genius improv when she blurted out Carlos's line, "I don't live here!!!"

The last time we played was exactly a year ago. My sister was 25, I was 24, and our cousin was 21. We made a playboy kink mansion. The himbo and his wife were trying out a sex therapist and she suggested they explore said playboy mansion.

Co-signed by my sister and my cousin - they just read the post and added some ridiculousness I'd forgotten

[blood-and-pizza]

I wanna talk about a few of my fan animatronics for FNAF, so beware! LOTS of old fan art ahead:

Catie the Cat - my first FNAF OC, created all the way back in 2014. She went through multiple name changes before she finally got her current one. Originally conceptualized as a flirty, sultry lounge singer animatronic from the FNAF 1 era, she gradually evolved into a playful party girl who's an amazing vocalist AND a drummer. Catie is a light blue cat who originally did not have hair, but eventually gained golden blonde hair on her later iterations. Catie's playful nature has always been a part of her, charming both kids and adults alike. I admittedly haven't had the chance to develop her as much as I would like.

Brewster the Rooster - One of my more recent FNAF OCs from 2023. He was part of my Kawaii line of fanimatronics and was called "Brewster the Bishonen Rooster". Currently, Brewster has sort of become one of my favorite OCs, though I haven't done much with him. He's basically a character known for his good looks, and he's developed such an ego about it he literally thinks he's the main character of the universe. And he uses this information to be as sweet and kind and nice and helpful to everyone as much as possible. He's an egomaniac, but if he had a heart, it would be golden. He's a well-meaning himbo who has a secret love of disco music and calls people "dude" regardless of what gender they are. Oh, and his crow is terrifying as fuck and bone-chilling if he's hunting you down for some reason. If you hear him crow, he already knows where you are. Better run...

Monica Gator - I know, I know. I'm sure other people have their own Monica Gator fanimatronics. But I couldn't come up with a better name for this girl:

Inspired by Montgomery Gator and his awful relationship with Bonnie the Bunny, Monica has a love of rabbits. She thinks they're cute... and tasty, too! She also flirts with rabbit animatronics, but they're too terrified of what she'll do to them if they return her affections.

Pammy P. Parmesan - A mouse girl animatronic who's meant to be a female version of Chuck E. Cheese. Her restaurant, Pammy's Pizza Palace, was a rival to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Fazbear Entertainment ended up buying the rights to Pammy and her friends, which include Catie the Cat, Prissy Poodle, and Molly Mallard (formerly known as Dee Dee Duck). I drew art of the original Pammy P. Parmesan animatronic, who was injected with remnant and made to work as the janitor when the Kawaii animatronics with Berli Honeybear took over that location. I also drew a Glamrock version of her but it's kinda crappy to be honest, and I'd LOVE to redesign her.

There's also Kawaii Bonnet and Kitsune Foxy, who are both part of my Kawaii line of fanimatronics:

There are also three more characters I've mentioned before on this blog but haven't finalized designs for:

Melody and Harmony Pomene, Melissa Pomene's AI daughters from my Fazbear Estate AU, are supposed to have animatronic bodies at some point. But I haven't finalized designs for them yet. All I've come up with them is how they look as programs on a screen on Melissa's laptop:

Melody is on the left, and Harmony is on the right.

And the final character, one I truly haven't envisioned a look for... is Spring Chica, the springlock Chica the Chicken suit haunted by Fredbear's Family Diner's creative consultant, Francine Cantor, who got too close to William Afton and ended up dead for it. I've never drawn Spring Chica. I only know she wanted to kill William Afton and canonically doesn't get to... but in a Time Paradox ending she was successful and... well, I don't know what happens after that. Depends on how she decides to kill William.

Yeah, point is, I never came up with a design for Spring Chica. I should. I want her story to be realized in game form at some point.

[anomaly-hivemind]

Sweater Holders// Tanjiro x Inosuke

Prologue, Chapter One

Chapter Two

Warnings: Aged-Up Characters, Alternate Universe Angst, Bottom!Inosuke, Breeding, College!Au, Cuddles, Douma, Fluff, Gae, Himbos, MDNI, Mental Comfort, Mutual Pining, Potential Gore, Top!Tanjiro, Virgin, Biting, Body Worship, Bottom, Eventual Smut, Friends to Lovers, if you know you know, Inotan, Teacher!Muzan, Slowburn, Smut, Tanjiro'S BigAssForehead, Top

Recommended Song: Chamber of Reflection - Mac Demarco

Tanjiro stood in front of the mirror, his freshly cut hair styled back with gel. His sister, Nezuko, had come to visit him and was shocked at his appearance. 

When Tanjiro explained his situation to Nezuko, she enveloped him in a warm hug. Tender and loving. A hug that needed no words of explanation to what it meant. She was saying, hey. I’m here. It’s okay that it’s not okay.

She quickly brought him down to reality as she shoved him into a chair and fixed up his appearance. Tanjiro silently watched as she transformed him from the formation of a hobo to a high-class gentleman.

Tanjiro smoothed the cool, gray fabric of his suit. The white cotton blend is short in contrast to the dark gray of the vest and blazer, along with a dapper pair of shoes to match.

The thin silver rods dangled playfully at the ends of each ear.

“Well, I really should get going now. I wouldn’t want to keep my pimp waiting.”

“Tanjiro, what the literal fuck.” Zenitsu said, coming out of their shared bedroom. His bangs were clipped back by a cute clip he suspected belonged to Nezuko. 

“It was a joke, Zenitsu. I mean Kibutsuji, you know my advisor.”

“Oh,” Zenitsu released an audible sigh of relief and wiped away some fake sweat from his brow. 

Nezuko giggled softly, but the moment was soon interrupted by the loud honking of a car. Tanjiro looked out the window to see a sleek black car. It was Muzan’s car; there was no mistaking it.

“That’s him, so see you later, guys!” Tanjiro smiled and waved while walking out the door…

“Get in, loser, before we're late.” Tanjiro shakes his head but steps into the vehicle no less. Kibutsuji looked through the window of his seat. 

……………………………………………

They both arrive at a fancy five-star hotel. They were stepping out of the car and onto a nicely kept carpet—the footsteps of bustling people made volume when they reached the large front doors—the distant sounds of pleasing and elegant music. 

They open each door with a light push and are greeted with lively movements of freshly clad people chatting among themselves. A light shove taps Tanjiro’s back, making him stumble forward slightly. 

“Go mingle with some people” Tanjiro looked around at the sea of people. They were all beautiful koi, and he was nothing but a PetSmart goldfish. He suddenly felt underdressed in his gray tuxedo. His eyes shifted for anyone he could tell was around his age. As he glanced around, he took a double-take on blue-tipped hair. It was the boy from the cafe, Inosuke is what Kanao called him, or so he was pretty sure. 

He almost looked like a different person; for one, he wasn't wearing a long hoodie. He was wearing a cold-color suit which went well with his eyes. For starters, he didn't look like he didn't want to be in the area. He was somewhat “happily” chatting with a taller, light, platinum-blonde man with fancy fabrics decorating his body; he looked older than the boys but still very elegant.

 The older man caught eyes with someone behind Tanjiro and walked away from Inosuke with a slight wave and smirk. Tanjiro took this chance to talk to Inosuke since he was by himself. When he got closer, he looked to see where the man Inosuke was talking to had gone off to see Muzan and the man walking off somewhere in the distance while they walked and chatted away. 

“Hey. You’re Inosuke. I saw you with Kanao when-...” Tanjiro mentally and almost physically facepalmed. He could feel his mood and spirit drop a little. 

 “Huh, oh yeah, that's me, you are?” Inosuke looked up at Tanjiro, waiting for a response. 

“Tanjiro Kamado, it a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Tanjiro said, holding out his hand, trying to recover the awkward start he created for himself. Inosuke accepted it, giving him a firm handshake.

“So, what are you doing here?” Inosuke looked past him, looking around at the crowd of people.

“I came here with my advisor. What about you?” Tanjiro looked Inosuke in the face, taking in his delicate features.

“I’m here with Douma….” Inosuke looked back toward Tanjiro and saw he was already looking at him with a confused face.

“Who”

“My dad,” Inosuke spoke with a sarcastic voice and added quotations to the end.

“Oh,” 

They stood for a moment, looking around for anything to talk about.

“So, how do you know Kanao?” Tanjiro asked, trying to ease some of the tension.

“We’re cousins,” Inosuke said shortly. Tanjiro sighed; the other boy was making no attempts to have a conversation with him.

“Kampachiro,”

“Huh, my name is Kamado; Tanjiro Kamado.”

“Whatever, which is better, apple or orange juice?”

“How about we say what we think at the same time.”

“1…2…3….” They started counting up.

“Orange.” They both speak simultaneously, then let out a short laugh.

They continue to chat about small things as they learn about each other. They learn they go to the same school despite their majors being vastly different. 

“How come we have never seen each other until like now?” Inosuke asked, even though he could answer the question himself.

“Our school is pretty large, so it makes sense.”

“So, what type of stuff do you do mainly in your classes?”

“Right now, we're just taking notes for stuff to help us prepare for our internships. What About you?” Tanjiro explains what he has been doing in his main classes.

“Well, we've been working on learning dances from places worldwide and exploring the culture they were created in, along with our daily warm-ups.” 

“That sounds a lot more fun than my class. My classes usually kick my ass.” Tanjiro lets out a short laugh and rests his hand on his neck.

The night flew by with them, mindlessly talking and getting along quite well.

“You want to know something cool?” Inosuke silently chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, sure; what is it?” Tanjiro slightly raised a brow.

“From all my dancing, I learned that I'm flexible.” he gave Tanjiro a cheeky smile.

“WHAT!” Tanjiro choked on the air in his lungs at the word he was slowly processing. His face felt hot as he tried to cool his face with his hands. He let out an awkward laugh as he looked anywhere but at Inosuke’s face, along with tuning out the boisterous laughter from him.

“What's got you so red in the face, Kamaboko? Inosuke talked, trying to hold in any more laughter he had left in him. 

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Tanjiro was gaining his composure back to speak, ignoring that he repeated the wrong name.

“Now?”

 “Totally.”

“Alright, if you say so.” Inosuke still had a smirk on his face. He was proud of getting a rise out of Tanjiro.

“I do say so,” Tamjiro said, somewhat proud of himself.

They got along as if they had known each other more than the short hours they had been together. Thirty minutes had passed between them, but it felt much faster when they were together because they were having fun. Tanjiro felt his dread of going to this even drift away.

“I enjoy talking to you.” 

“ I have enjoyed talking to you too.”

“ So I was wondering if I could get your number so we could talk again.” Tanjiro mentally facepalmed; he felt like he just came on far too strong and was ready for the boy in front of him to walk away. But he didn't, which was a good sign for Tanjiro. Now, he needed to wait for a response, which didn't take long.

“Yeah. sure here.” Inosuke pulled out his phone from his back pocket and held it to Tanjiro. They then exchange numbers and continue talking together.

[robinofinashiro]

prompt: “I need your constant attention, devotion, validation—I’ll do anything for you to give it all to me.” / "The moon, it shines above the city, illuminating your skin so clearly- this pumping heart is for you."

characters/fandom: slightly yandere! jonathan joestar / jojo's bizarre adventure

request status/note: closed / another au but jonathan content is so scarce i fucking hate it here. look at him !!! he's my actual himbo husband.

pronouns used: she/her and afab!

being apart of Dio's small friend group meant a couple of things. one of them being that you gained a small notoriety from it. being Dio's friend meant that not many people liked to interact with you but were still envious of all of you. Dio chose his friends very carefully and those he did choose to be around made them feel like they were some kind of god.

you were Dio's token 'smart' friend. whenever he had school work that he didn't get, he'd go straight to you. you'd help him so he wouldn't have to sit out during games that he had to play while you apart of the schools 'dance' team. in reality, Dio had asked the captain to give you a spot so you weren't exclusively known as the dork of the group and ruin his reputation. like any other person in the school, they followed what Dio asked and gave it to you only making you attend games and do the bare minimum.

both you, Dio, and a few other of your friends walked inside the building, chattering about this weekends plans. all of you wanted to attend a party; however, you had a few things going on that needed your attention and you weren't able to get out of it without getting into trouble.

"c'mon, what're they gonna do? ground you?" Dio asked, practically ready to go off on someone because of your denial. you rolled your eyes, "yes! and i'd like to leave my house next week!" Dio growled, seeing the blue haired step brother of his coming into view.

your eyes widened at his line of vision as you sighed, realizing what he was about to do. Dio went straight over to his brother, slamming books down onto the ground before shoving his face towards the ground. as all of your friends giggled at Dio's antics, you sighed, not really finding it amusing.

"Dio, quit it," you stated to your blond friend. he looked over to you, slightly shocked as Jonathan's friends gave you a silent thank you, "don't tell me you're his friend?" Dio asked in slight disbelief. you shook your head no, "that doesn't give you the right to be an asshole, Dio. leave him alone, it's not his fault I can't go to Robert's party."

Jonathan became slightly intrigued by the conversation. he knew his best friend was throwing a senior year 'hurrah' as he liked to call it but he had never mentioned it to Jonathan or Erina for that matter. Dio rolled his eyes again as Jonathan stood up, grabbing his books from Erina, and looking over to his brother.

"lets go."

you gave Dio a firm look before shoving him away from Jonathan as you gripped the back of his head and pushed it forward. you knew the two of them had their issues but it seemed as though it was more one sided. you never once saw Jonathan actively trying to hurt or even fuck with Dio but it seemed as though it was completely the opposite for Dio. he actively went out to harass Jonathan and it pissed you off every time he did it around you.

as all of you walked away, Erina stared at you, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I'll never believe why she chooses to be around him. she's actually the most decent person in the group and she's friend with Dio of all people? disgusting," she said. Jonathan and Robert chuckled at their friends words, "because she's the only one who can tell Dio off without him getting upset. also, he needs her or else he'll fail every class he's enrolled in."

+

you took off your sweater and put it inside of your locker as the end of the day rolled around. you had practice in a few minutes and practice was going to be held as the schools rugby game was happening. both Dio and Jonathan were apart of the team so you knew at least for the night, they had to play nice with each other.

"hey, you heading over to the field?" you heard Jonathan's voice ask. you turned around, nodding in agreement, "mind if I walk with you? that's if you don't mind. I know how Dio can be."

you shook your head, letting him walk alongside you, "Dio doesn't control me. he might control everyone around him but that doesn't include me." Jonathan chuckled, "should have figured as much. you don't seem like the type to let people run over you," you nodded in agreement as everyone on the field was warming up.

"you really can't make it to Robert's party? I was hoping I'd see you there," Jonathan asked now extremely shy. you giggled, seeing how flustered he got, "well, I was actually lying to Dio about that. I wasn't really in the mood to party. he's dragged me to one each Saturday in the last month but if you're going to be there, who am I to deny you?"

Jonathan instantly perked up, "so does that mean?" you nodded in agreement as you stood on your tip toes, giving Jonathan a soft yet passionate kiss on the cheek, "count on it," you gave him a wink before walking out of the building and onto the field. Jonathan stood at the double doors, a strong urge of a multitude of different feelings hitting him like an eighteen wheeler.

as he walked out, you were stretching your legs along with the other girls as he went onto the field. Dio already practicing a few things before realizing that Jonathan was finally here. as they waited for the whistle, he couldn't help but overhear the conversation Dio was having with another teammate.

"have you hit it yet?" his teammate asked, referring to you. Dio chuckled, shaking his head no, "she's a hard bargain but she'll crack eventually. they all do, and even if she doesn't, she's not something I'm missing out on." Jonathan's eyes widened, realizing what he was saying about you.

"you shouldn't talk about her or anyone like that Dio," Jonathan said, catching the two of them by surprise. Dio laughed, sizing up his adoptive brother, "or what?" he asked antagonizing him. Jonathan laughed, picking up the ball from the ground, "as captain, I can bench you with no issue. try me."

the two brothers stared at each other as Dio ultimately gave up and dropped the conversation. you had saw them staring at each other and figured Dio must've said something to piss Jonathan off but as quick as the argument started, it ended as Jonathan stared down at Dio with a smirk on his face.

you remained on the side, doing what the captain said to do every now and again as the game started. you watched along with the rest of the fans but you could help but realize how angry Jonathan still was. as you grabbing one of the girls' leg, you felt a hard smack hit the side of your body, instantly making you collapse to the ground as you let out a scream of pain. the girls instantly gasped, rushing over to you as you clutched the side of your body.

"what the fuck!" you screamed to no one in particular. the ref blew the whistle as Jonathan instantly went over to the guy who hit you, screaming at him in a way that not even Dio had saw before. you were in too much pain to even attempt to stop it as the ref yelled to the opponent player that he'd be ejected for the rest of the game for roughness.

the girls grabbed you by the arms as Jonathan stormed his way over to you, shoving his own teammates to the side. you sat on the bench, clutching the ice pack to your rib cage, "are you okay?" he asked with a sudden softness. you nodded, still in pain but thanking him softly, "just hurts. it'll probably bruise up in a few hours," you growled in annoyance.

Jonathan handed you another towel to cover the ice pack with so you weren't flinching at the coldness from it. you sighed again, "go back and play. you win nothing by worrying about me. I'll be okay," you told Jonathan, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he added on, taking one last look at your wound before going back onto the field.

everyone stepped away from him, not wanting to be caught up in Jonathan's anger. even Dio who would have rather shove his head into a gas station toilet couldn't help but compliment his brother. he had never once saw him more angry in his life and it surprising that it was because of you. Dio knew you hated when he messed with Jonathan with you around and maybe that's why he got so angry but he couldn't place exactly why he was so angry over the accidental hit.

as the game continued, Jonathan remained as angry as the minute the accident happened and managed to win the game by a lead of a dozen. (idfk how rugby works LMAOOO i'm a hockey and baseball ass bitch so i'm probably hella wrong.) you had went home by the time the game ended and as sad as Jonathan was because of it, he knew you were better off resting than actually being there.

+

Saturday rolled around as you finally saw the bruise appearing on your skin from the hit. you were wearing a cropped shirt, not really in the mood to show off your fresh wound but it went with the bottoms you were wearing and figured it'd be too dark inside Robert's house to actually see the injury.

you got a ride from a friend of yours as the two of you spoke about who you thought would be in attendance. you knew by the time you reached Robert's house, most of your friends and Dio would already be there.

the house was blaring music as the LED lights were flashing with different colors. you instantly saw Dio and all of your friends in the corner, dancing and drinking amongst each other. Dio saw you and instantly clapped at your appearance, "look who actually managed to make it after her accident," Dio teased. you gave Dio the middle finger, not really in the mood to deal with him tonight.

"well yeah, if it wasn't for Jonathan, I'd probably still be at home suffering because of it," they all had slightly shocked expressions as Robert came up to you, offering you a drink as a welcome. you gladly accepted it, tasting the sweetness of the alcohol instantly. you knew Robert was relatively rich so you figured he must've stole the alcohol from his parents.

"Jonathan is looking for you, if you're wondering," Robert confessed quietly in your ear. you nodded, thanking him as you let him know you'd find Jonathan later. all of you talked with each other, refilling each others drinks before the group dispersed. you knew Dio would be off finding someone he could take home for the night as the rest of your friends went to the dance floor.

you remained in your seat, wanting to dance but no one making the move to do such a thing until you felt a tap on your shoulder. you looked up to see Michael from your AP History course, "may I have this dance?" he asked. you nodded excitedly as you stood up, giving him your hand.

for a while, the two of you remained dancing with each other but eventually, you felt eyes piercing the back of your head. as the song finished up, you felt someone grab your hand. you saw Jonathan's shy smile.

"hey! finally you came up to me!" you exclaimed as you felt his much larger hand wrap around your waist hesitantly, "may I dance with you?" he asked. you agreed, getting closer to him as the two of you sway to "Chariot" by Gavin DeGraw. you remained staring at Jonathan as the two of you talked as quiet as you could over the music.

when the song was starting to finish, Jonathan noticed the guy you were dancing with prior to him wanting to interrupt him but before he could, Jonathan (although very un-gentlemanly of him) dragged you outside to the patio area. you gave Jonathan a concerned look as the cold breeze hit you.

"what happened? I thought we were going to dance?" you asked confused. Jonathan sighed, turning you to look at him, "the guy you were with before me was going to ask you to dance again and I didn't want that to happen," you chuckled at his response, "possessive, are we?" you asked jokingly.

the quietness of the outside remained as the two of you stared at the clear sky. Jonathan then stared down at you as if the moon was only shining down at you. he grabbed your hand softly as he brought it up to his lips and kissed it softly, "The moon, it shines above the city, illuminating your skin so clearly- this pumping heart is for you," he confessed, putting your hand to his heart.

you were taken off guard by his sudden confession but you couldn't deny him. Jonathan was sweet, a gentleman as he liked to say, and someone that you were not used to being around. you smiled, tugging him down by the tie he was wearing and placed a soft kiss on his lips, catching him by surprise.

"you're sweet Jonathan. maybe a bit too sweet for the girls that attend our school," you replied. Jonathan shrugged, "I care for none of those girls besides you," he said, "I feel like it might be very sudden of me to say this but I'm falling in love with you," he added on. you stood in shock, not really knowing what to say as he held you closer and closer to his chest.

"I need your constant attention, devotion, validation—I’ll do anything for you to give it all to me."

your heart raced as you felt Jonathan pull you in for another breath taking kiss, leaving you dizzy and lovestruck, "I can say that I'm starting to feel the same," you replied softly. Jonathan gasped in surprise, "so does that mean I can court you?" he asked. you giggled at his phrase, wondering why he used the word court instead of date but nonetheless, you nodded yes.

he pulled you in for a hug, thank you profusely as his two friends smiled to each other before giving the two of you a smirk. their plan had worked and if it continued, that meant you would eventually stop being around Dio and all his friends, leaving you exclusively to Jonathan and the two of them and that was what Jonathan wanted. to have you all to himself.

[lixxen]

Adrian Chase & Jake Martin Twins AU

Here's a fun little AU I made a bit ago. I don't know where my notes for it is, so here's a collection of what I remember. Probably a part one!

@neptuneswritingwork

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Adrian and Jake grew up as two peas in a pod and did everything together

When they were younger, the only way you could tell them apart was that Adrian needed glasses and he acted ever so slightly off

Adrian acted off because he didn't understand emotions or social norms; he simply mirrored Jake and when that didn't work he just winged it

During high school, that's when their father left their mother for another man. They gave the children an option of who they wanted to go with. Adrian and Gus chose their mother and Jake chose their father. Jake took their step father's last name like their father because of this

Jake didn't care for Chris Smith, but he was around enough to know the guy was cool but majorly fucked in life. He never understood Adrian's obsession with the guy

Jake and Adrian have a good understanding of each other, so Jake knows about Adrian's sociopathic tendencies. Jake's just a bit too airheaded to connect two and two though so nothing comes out of it

Their mother ends up passing while Jake is away. A robbery. This is what springs Adrian towards the vigilante route. That and Gus moving away

When Jake became obsessed with Nascar, he dyes his hair blonde to look different from Adrian

Adrian is only slightly upset but in the end understands. By now he's thinking about becoming Vigilante, so it would help keep Jake safe

When Jake starts to grow within Nascar, Adrian makes an effort to actually go to his races. He wants to be a good brother and make up for Gus and their dads for not going

Adrian ends up visiting Jake a LOT while Chris is in jail (I'm going to say where they live aren't too far apart because I said so and I'm a bit too lazy to look it up right this second. Normally I'd actually look it up. Sorry loves)

The first time The Crew sees Adrian, they freak out over the fact that he "dyed his hair and never told them he needed glasses"

Adrian finds this VERY funny and falls into pretending to be Jake. He's VERY good at this and it genuinely tricks them until Jake comes in and perks up like he just found out the best news

Which, he did. He has missed his brother a lot and needed the support

The Crew find the two very interesting. They deduce that Adrian is just like Jake, but instead of being a himbo he's just socially not aware and simply doesn't use his brain. They also are worried over the fact that he has an obsession with Peacemaker

Adrian defends Chris and Jake actually jumps in to say Chris isn't a bad guy, he's just misunderstood and trying his best with the life given to him

The Crew isn't amused and just roll their eyes

When the plot of Peacemaker starts, Chris doesn't speak of Jake. He just assumed Jake died and that's why Adrian isn't talking about his twin like he does with Gus

Adrian does though, disappear one or twice for a day or two. The others find it weird because he'll come back saying car jokes

Then Jake arrives, he goes to Fennel Fields and runs into the 11th Street Kids. They all start talking to him and bring him to their table because they just assume he's off work that day and is there to eat

Jake goes along because he's just confused and doesn't realize they think he's Adrian. They ask him why he bleached his hair and he just goes "oh! To look less like my brother"

They just,,, take that. Chris mentions how Gus and Jake also have the same hair as him and that Gus must have been in town

Jake gasps and asks if Chris has heard from Gus. It's a no

They start talking about butterflies and Jake just goes quiet and stares in morbid curiosity at the others. No one but Harcourt seems to notice this. She's staring at Jake, who turns to look at her. He has enough sense to not flirt with her and the fear about killing an invasive species of insects is overriding his normal thoughts

Harcourt finally speaks up and asks if Adrian's okay

That's when it clicks to Jake

"Adrian? I'm Jake"

The table goes quiet and they all turn to Jake. Abedayo slowly takes out her gun and keeps it under the table but Harcourt puts her hand on Abedayo's shoulder. Then Chris speaks up

"Oh shit! Jake! I thought you died, dude!"

Jake has a horrified look and asks what he meant by that. Chris explains that Adrian hadn't mentioned him since he has been back. Chris just expected something bad happened to Jake and Adrian was just mourning it still

John outloud says "Adrian has emotions?"

Jake gets upset at that and says that they're not fully there but he has a few

Adrian himself then shows up and gets excited when he sees Jake

The two get up and hug. The workers around them seem have to recognized it was Jake and one chimes up that it was only a matter of time before the other one showed up

The 11th Street Kids are kind of offended they didn't say anything

Jake and Adrian then spend the next hour rambling about Nascar and butterflies. The whole butterfly situation seems to fly over Jake's head. He doesn't really understand no matter how much Adrian explains it

The group is mortified there's two of them and one is just way, way much empty headed

[andypantsx3]

Ahh I cannot believe your writing anniversary is here! Happy anniversary and congrats, booboo 💖

For the ficlets, may I request a himbo!Bakugou with the prompt “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Aaand of course, I gotta end it with I love you I love you I love you and I know this event is gonna be so dope.

Rest, my sweet angel princess!! I have no idea how to write himbo!Bakugou but I tried my best lol. Please accept gymbo!Bakugou.

Just Can’t Weight | Bakugou/Reader

Prompt: “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Word Count: 830 words Tags/Warnings: gym AU, slight praise kink, mostly SFW Notes: Thank you @bobawithpomegranate for beta reading!!

You mostly went to the gym for the hot blonde who functioned as the gym’s saltiest, angriest, most foul-tempered personal trainer.

Katsuki Bakugou had the face of an angel, and the musculature of a Greco-Roman god, with the petty ire to match it. You dared not hire him yourself, willing to part with neither your money nor your dignity, but that did not stop you from watching him constantly as he hovered angrily over his clients, adding weights to their racks with relish even as they sobbed for mercy, jamming the buttons on their treadmills up to speeds with the potential to launch them into orbit.

He was literally fucking terrifying, but so insanely hot that he never seemed to have a shortage of clients. Every morning there was someone, usually of the female persuasion, hanging off his biceps, letting out breathy little complaints of “Katsuki!” and bending over to pick up their water bottles in the most improbably flexible of ways. 

Bakugou seemed immune to their charms, even the prettiest ones. He refused to move close to correct their forms in the manner that they were obviously angling for, instead shoving them about with a flat hand on their back, and he added on grueling numbers of reps and sets any time he was subjected to comments of a salacious nature. You never even bothered to attempt to draw his attention, content to watch him appreciatively from the safety of your own treadmill across the gym.

That was until the morning when things finally came to a head.

Bakugou was finishing up with a client across the gym, a fact you were very aware of because you had not unglued your eyeballs from him for the last fifty-four and a half minutes, eyes hungrily tracing his lean form as he guided the client through a set of very impressive stretches.

You were so focused, in fact, that you were not giving much attention to your bent-over row form.

Something that Bakugou, as he was shoving his charge out the door, apparently noticed.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, turning back inside the gym.

You realized with some alarm that he was growing larger in your field of vision—stalking towards you, handsome face twisted in a scowl. A quick glance behind you revealed that the source of his ire was you, as there was no one else currently in the weights corner.

You panicked. What did he mean, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Had he noticed you watching him? 

Fuck, fuck. 

“Uh, working out?” you asked, trying for a casual tone.

“Working out a way to be fucking hospitalized, more like,” Bakugou spat. 

You stared at him blankly. Was he threatening to put you in the hospital just for looking at him?

Before you could stutter out some kind of rejoinder, Bakugou was already in your space. You caught the scent of some spicy, clean kind of body wash before your attention was wholly and completely captured by a pair of hot hands on you. Bakugou pressed the small of your back down, hard, the other pressing up just under your sternum, dangerously close to the edge of your bra. 

You froze, staring up at him wide-eyed.

“This is the sloppiest fucking form I have ever seen,” he said, sounding disgusted. “Your back needs to be straight, not hunched over like you’re a thousand fucking years old.”

You blinked, having trouble thinking past the feel of his hands on you. They were still there, holding you in place, burning through your shirt like twin fires through a dry forest. He never touched his clients like this. What was he doing?

“I, uh—”

“You, uh are gonna fucking listen to me. Now pull the weights up into your chest,” he demanded.

You did as he instructed, mind numb.

Bakugou made an impatient noise as you did so. The next thing you knew, he was draping himself over your back, a hot line of muscle all along your spine, his calloused hands grasping the weights behind your own hands. He forced them down, and pulled them back up again, so close to your sides that his thumbs brushed the underside of your breasts.

“Pull up into your chest, not your friggin’ neck,” he growled into your ear.

You nodded, swallowing hard. Bakugou lingered a moment, still pressed to your back as you did it again. You were hardly breathing, not daring to do anything but what he had shown you.

“Good girl,” he said, when you’d finally done it to his satisfaction. Then, “Next time you want my attention, try asking for it instead of acting like a fucking idiot.”

Then he was moving off of you, stalking out of the gym in a whirlwind of blonde hair and sleek muscle, smugness rolling off of him in thick waves.

“Wait—” you called after him, “I wasn’t trying to—! I didn’t—!”

But Bakugou wasn’t listening. He was already gone.

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[seiyasabi]

A Cowboy’s Plight

(This is a Yandere Hol Horse x Female Reader! I know that this wasn’t requested, but my friend gave me this grand idea :)) I hope you don't mind me simping over this womaniser lol. Anyways, this is a non-stand user au, and it takes place in the south lol. Sorry if it’s OOC. 

TW: unhealthy behaviour, manipulation, you literally don’t like him in the slightest, etc.. 

Please don’t proceed if any of these themes are triggering!)

“Come on, Doll, jus’ give lil’ ol’ me a chance- I promise I’ll make it worth yer while,” The smug smirk on the cowboy’s face makes you feel uncomfortable. 

“Hol Horse, it wouldn’t be right of me to date you- you’re my brother’s friend, I wouldn’t want to do that to him,” You try to brush him off kindly, a tense smile on your pretty face. 

“Naw, I’m sure he won’ mind. He knows what kinda man I am,” He tugs a bit at his belt, scuffing his boots on the dirt ground. It seems he wasn’t expecting you to be so resistant to his advances. 

Hol Horse, while a nice man, is a known flirt. He could charm the skirt off a nun if he tried, and that alone made you nervous. How could you trust someone who is so proud to be a womaniser? 

“Yes he does,” You jump, not expecting to hear your brother’s voice from behind you. The smile on the blond’s face grows wider, as he nods his head in greeting. 

“Nice ta’ see ya, Dio,” Your brother stands next to you, nodding his own head in greeting. 

“Yes, I’m sure it’s nice to see me,” Dio drawls, taking your sweaty hand in his as an act of comfort, “Now, what do you need from my darling sister?” 

Dio was adopted into your family ten years earlier, and from the getgo, he took on the protective older brother stereotype. Whilst he is constantly bickering with your older brother Jonathan, he has never once raised his voice at you, doting on you as if you were his own child. 

“Ya see, I was askin’ yer sister if she’d like to accompany me to the bonfire this weekend,” He tips his hat respectfully towards you, a small blush on his face, “But it seems she ain’t interested in lil ol’ me.” 

Dio, who knows full well how Hol Horse gets around, nods in acknowledgement, “I see. It seems (Your Name) has a brain in that pretty head of hers. Knowing how you get around, I’d be worried if you’d give her an incurable STD.” 

The blond Cowboy gapes in shock at your brother’s words. All hope is seemingly lost, as a blush of shame covers his sun tanned cheeks, “I see. Well, this can’t be helped. Good day to the both of ya,” He then practically runs for the hills. He’s humiliated- his friend didn’t have his back at all! Why couldn’t anyone see that he was the perfect one for you? He only messed around with those girls to become better for you! 

Dio turns to you, and gives you a firm nod, “He may be my friend, but I know he isn’t the best in relationships. I would mess around with him if I were you, he may break your heart.” 

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If approaching Dio didn’t work, maybe approaching Jonathan would! For weeks, Hol Horse started to become buddy-buddy with your eldest brother. The blond was scouted for the football team, allowing him to become closer to the purple haired himbo. Jonathan absolutely ate this shit up. 

The cowboy would come around the house everyday after football practice, forcing you to cook larger meals than normal, due to Jonathan insisting that his new bff be included in your ‘family dinners.’ Your father is almost never home- the work of a sheriff being virtually never ending. But, due to Dio being the man that he is, he took up the position of your absent father. 

He automatically knew what Hol Horse was doing. Because Dio rejected his advances on your behalf, the cowboy immediately went to the next person closest to you, causing your adopted brother to become quite annoyed. He tries every night to call him out over dinner, but his words are combated by your oblivious oldest brother. 

“Now, you be nice, Dio. I know he doesn’t have the best upbringing, but you’re just bein’ mean,” Jonathan huffs indignantly, carelessly setting the bowl of rolls onto the table. 

Dio rolls his eyes from his spot in between Hol Horse and yourself. He’s scooted his chair as close to the other blond as humanly possible, trying to make him uncomfortable. Unfortunately for your brother, it isn’t working, “Shut the hell up, Jonathan. You sound like a pompous asshole,” The blue haired man ignores his dig in favour of talking to your unwanted guest. 

“I’m sorry ‘bout him, he isn’t very kind to those he don’t like,” Hol Horse gives a hearty laugh, cutting you a flirtatious look. 

“It don’ matter to me- he’ll be my brother-in-law soon enough,” Jonathan laughs, shaking his head. 

“I’m sorry, Hol, but I don’t swing that way,” Dio facepalms, the smack resonating throughout the room. You jump a bit, immediately starting to fret over him. 

“Dio! Now what did I tell you about hurting yourself? One of these days you’ll break your nose,” You scold, moving his hand off of his face in favour of checking him for bruising. So far, his face was only a bit redder than normal. 

“You worry too much,” He grumbles, “But I don’t know how much longer I can deal with these two himbos,” You give a giggle, ignoring the indignant noises coming from your blue haired brother. 

“That’s so mean! My own baby sister thinks I’m stupid,” He pretends to cry, causing you to laugh even harder. Noticing your previously grim face morph into a bright grin, he can’t keep up his facade any longer, “Anyways- thank you for this delicious meal. I’m sure you’re givin’ Gordon Ramsey a run for his money.” 

You wave him off, but continue to smile, “I highly doubt that- you’re a bit biased.” 

“Naw, yer brother has a point,” Hol Horse butts in, immediately souring your and Dio’s mood, “Yer meals are some of the best I’ve had the pleasure of tastin’,” He takes a giant scoop Chili, and stuffs it into his mouth, letting out a delighted groan. 

Dio, ever the lovable asshole, gives an exaggerated gag in response, “What a weirdo- practically cumming while eating my little sis’ food. For that, I should kick your ass.” 

Every dinner is like that- Dio constantly belittling Hol Horse, Jonathan trying to defend his friend, and Hol Horse flirting with you. It’s exhausting, but at least Dio does the dishes at the end of the night. 

You think it’ll end like any other night, until Jonathan asks you to come outside to walk Hol Horse out. You really don’t want to, but when he gives you his puppy dog eyes, you can’t say no. 

“Hurry now, before there’s no more light outside,” You raise an eyebrow, confused as to why he’d say such a thing. His annoying friend has a pick up, so it shouldn’t matter if it’s dark out. Shrugging it off, you slip on your sneakers, and head outside with Dio hot on your tail. You should’ve known better than to do so. 

Outside, Hol Horse was waiting for you. He’d taken your favourite horse from the barn, and painted the phrase, ‘Homecoming? Yay or Nay?’ Onto the horse’s side, and he's currently saddled up on him. In his arms are a bouquet of your favourite flowers- most likely from his mom’s garden. 

“(Your Name), would you make me the happiest cowboy in the world, and go to homecoming with me?” Dio lungs at the man, but is stopped by Jonathan’s arm being wrapped around his neck, keeping him in a chokehold. In the Blue haired man’s other hand, he’s holding up his cellphone. 

You’re speechless. Did your eldest brother really just aid in helping your longtime harasser? 

“Come on, (Your Name)! Don’t leave the viewers in suspense!” Of course he’d live stream this… it’s harder for you to reject him if there’s other people involved. 

You know that your feelings are visibly displayed on your face when Hol Horse speaks again, “I ain’t gon’ kill ya if ya say no, (Nickname). I’m sorry if I surprised ya. I’ve just liked ya for so long, I jus’ needed to confess ma true feelins.” 

“It’s a no from me!” Dio shouts from off screen, but is shushed by Jonathan, “Don’t shush me, asshole! He’s a no good piece of-“ The blue haired man’s hand clasps over his mouth, silencing him. He grunts in slight pain at the feeling of Dio’s teeth sinking into his hand, but he holds strong. 

“I-Um, I don’t know what to say. Thank you for the invitation, but-“ Jonathan interrupts, assuming you’re about to say yes. 

“She said yes! Woooo! They’re about to be the cutest couple at the dance!” Hol Horse hops down from your horse, and stalks up to you, a bright grin on his face. 

“Thank ya darlin’ fer givin’ me a chance,” He reached you in no time, handing off the bouquet of flowers to your lax arms. He then wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace, giving the top of your head a smooch. The brim of his cowboy hat covers the top of your head, as he places his mouth next to your ear, “Don’ you worry, ain’t no other girl gonna catch my eye. Yer it fer me, all those others were just practice.” 

“I don’t believe you. I think you’re playing me for a fool, but I won’t fall for it.” 

“Believe what ya want, Darlin’, but I’ll show ya. I’ll show ya I’m the only one fer you,” With one last kiss to your head, he backs off, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and waving at the camera, “Thank y’all fer tunin’ in. We appreciate yer support.” 

Dio finally breaks free from Jonathan, and launches himself at the cowboy, taking him to the ground. Hol Horse, who saw him coming, releases you before Dio makes contact, keeping you unscathed from your brother’s harsh treatment. 

“Well, I think we’re gonna end this here- Dio might just maul my future brother-in-law to death,” He jokes, before ending the live, and hopping in to save your harasser. 

You stand stationary, taking in the scene in front of you. Dio had landed a few good hits, making the cowboy’s face red and puffy. Infuriatingly enough, your brother’s victim didn’t even throw any hits back, opting to take the beating. 

When Hol Horse makes eye contact with you, he smiles, teeth bloody, before blowing a kiss to you, “Don’ ya worry, I ain’t hit em. Self restraint is becomin’ of a man, ain’t it?” 

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Callout post because I love you 😚

If you simp for……

Slenderman

You like the serious business man type, but you also like a little danger.

You like the ‘he’s dangerous, but not to me’ kind of guys.

You probably have a thing for mafia au’s.

Splendorman

You’re probably a clown fucker, low key, but either don’t want to admit it or you’re just here for the clown aesthetic.

You like soft guys that would kill for you.

You like the idea of bells on him, but bells in real life are either too noisy or you don’t want to keep them around because they make you think of him and that makes you embarrassed.

‘Fenderman

Specifically my version? If you simp for him then you likely also simp for any version of Sans.

You like big, strong men that chug respecc women juice and are also kind of himbos.

You like to admire the party life, but you probably don’t actively enjoy it. That or you’re the life of every party you go to.

Trenderman

You yourself cannot put an outfit together to save your life.

You have an attitude and you think its sexy to see such a scalding personality in another man.

You’re probably a bottom or at the very least you’re a yes man.

Tenderman

You like uwu boys that would kill someone for you.

You like cottage core.

You enjoy tea times and finger foods and relaxing on the couch like a cat in sunbeams.

Zalgo

You like being spoiled.

You have a thing for big monster men.

You either want to dominate this man for top rights, or you want to be dominated by him so he can make you feel treasured.

Jeff

You like ‘fixer uppers.’

You have a knife kink.

You probably did those dumb summoning things for the pastas back in 2014.

Jane

Your ‘type’ is big titty goth girl.

You also likely have a knife kink, but you arent as risky about it as the Jeff simps.

You probably have a thing for Lady D. 

Tim

You like dads.

You’ve never smoked a day in your life but damn if it doesn’t make this man sexy for some reason.

You have an attraction to flannels and thats a war crime.

Brian

You have daddy issues.

Or you just really like geeky, nerdy men.

You would be a Ben simp, but Ben is too much of a little bitch.

Toby

You like golden retriever boys.

Something about him being able to throw axes is sexy to you. You cant explain it. I cant explain it. Nobody can.

You either like soft uwu boys or you like edgy mean guys. There is no in between.

Ben

You probably enjoy knowing he knows every inch of your life. Ngl, if you simp for Ben you probably like the whole yandere thing.

You’d be a Brian simp, but Brian is too much of a daddy.

You have a thing for blondes.

Nina

Like with Jeff, you probably have a knife kink.

But I mean… you probably like golden retriever girls too.

You are or you admire the scene thing.

The Observer

You like being watched.

Or you just like the short, quiet and mysterious type.

You want a geek squad boyfriend to solve all your computer problems for free while also hacking a bank and getting you both all the money you’ll need and more because why not.

Kagekao

You have or had a thing for spiderman.

You haven’t actually ever drank wine, you just think this drunken parcore maniac is cool.

You like Eyeless Jack, but you want more spice in the form of mean spirited pranks.

Eyeless Jack

You have a predator/prey kink for sure.

A monster fucker for certain.

You probably haven’t actually looked at the human anatomy to try and understand it, but you for some reason trust this man to bandage up your injuries.

Dark Link

You like Link but you also like edgy boys.

You definitely have some kind of attraction to swords.

Men in tights are hot to you.

Laughing Jack

You ARE a clown fucker.

Being the one to let this deranged psycho out of a box made to hold him sounds like fun to you, regardless of the fact that you would probably die.

You listen to the pop goes the weasel song all the time, or you used to.

[mha-princess]

Crossing Lines - Part 2/3 [Bakugou x Fem!Reader]

part one is here | part three is here

Genre: Angst | 18+ | College AU | Ongoing |

A/N: The next part will most likely be the last part, as I don’t want to draw this out to the point where it’s annoying (⁍̴̆◡⁍̴̆ )⊃♡- Anako

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: bakugous an asshole/very minor violence/explicit language / mentions of sex

Summary: falling for Katsuki and keeping it a secret was easy, but still being secretly in love with him after developing a friends with benefits relationship is hard.

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“Wait how long has this been going on ?” Mina questioned shoving bits of bagel into her mouth.

“ A month....... maybe five.” You shrug standing up to throw your plate away. You had invited Mina over for breakfast to talk about what had happened last night between you and Bakugou.

“So you’ve been hooking up with Bakugou for that long? I didn’t even notice, well no one noticed, not me, not Kami, not Kiri. Speaking of Kami and Kiri, where are they? I thought you invited them?”

“I did. They can’t just walk down a flight of stairs to get here, not everyone lives off campus.” You giggle at her unawareness and sit back down at the kitchen table. Mina nods.

“So what did you say her name was.” Mina questions, It takes you a minute to recall.

“Hayami?” You say slightly uncertain.

“Hayami? Yeah that definitely doesn’t ring a bell.” A few minutes late you and Mina are startled by the slam of your door.

“Hey, Hey, Hey.” Kirishima announces happily strolling over to the kitchen table and taking a seat, Kaminari following behind him.

“Ejiro how the hell did you just get in here?” Kirishima laughs and holds up a key.

“Bakubro said he stopped by and he accidentally grabbed this when he left.” He said tossing you the key. “So how are my favorite beauticools doing today?”

“Not good we need help with something.” Mina says taking her phone from her pocket.

“If it’s anything about classes we can’t help.” Kaminari says taking Minas bagel and finishing it.

“It has nothing to do with classes, as if we’d ask you two himbos for help.” Mina rolls her eyes. “Do you guys know a girl named, Hayami?”

Kirishima furrows his brow. “Hayami? I don’t think I ever even heard of the name.”

You turn to Kaminari who also has his phone out.

“What about you, Nari?”

“One moment.” He walks over to Kirishima and hands him his phone, leaving you and Mina to stare at eachother.

“Ohhhhhh Hayami! I do remember her! We met her the night me, Kami, and Bakugou crashed the arcade.” Kirishima facepalms. “She gave us her number but I don’t think any of us ever reached out.”

Mina scoffs. “Someone did.”

Kaminari and Kirishima looks at you both confused.

“Come again?” Kaminari says setting his phone on the table.

“Yeah? Is there something we’re not in on? Why are you worried about her out of all people?” Kirishima questions leaning forward in his chair.

Mina then explains to them your situation. Kaminari and Kirishima look at eachother in shock.

“Y/N! That’s like rule number one of friends with benefits! You don’t question outside affairs!” Kaminari groans.

“I know! But I love him Kaminari and I need to know if there’s someone else. I still have hope. Hope that he might like me. ” You say pain evident in your voice.

“Well if it’s any help I think I have her Instagram.” He says taking pity on you and opening Instagram. After finding it he quickly flips his phone face down.

“On second thought maybe that’s not a good idea.” He laughs nervously causing everyone at the table to look at him confused.

“Kaminari let me see your phone.” Kirishima says, standing up from the table. Kaminari quickly grabs his phone.

“I don’t think that a good idea, really.” He says slowly backing away as Kirishima grew closer.

Kirishima lunges at him and in an instant Kaminari is pinned to the ground.

“Y/N, catch.” He chunks the phone to you. Your hands easily grasping it from the air. Mina comes over, peeking over your shoulder and immediately she sighs, yeah this was a bad idea.

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“Maybe it’s not what it looks like?” She says, blatantly ignoring the facts. Your eyes begin to burn.

Kirishima releases Kaminari from his hold and they walk over to you.

“He doesn’t even go to the cafe with us. He says it makes him look stupid to be in such a soft setting. But there he is with a girl. I mean she looks like his type. Cute button nose, black hair, brown eyes.” You clench your jaw, forcing back tears.

“Y/N don’t be like that! Your Bakugou’s type or else he-.” You cut Kaminari off mid sentence.

“If I was his type he wouldn’t be with her.” Tears streak down your cheeks and leave wet stains on the table. After a minute you get up from the table and grab a napkin to wipe your eyes.

“I’m sorry guys. I’m not his girlfriend I shouldn’t be upset.” Your friend come to your aid and crowd around you, engulfing you in a big hug.

“Don’t apologize for the way you feel babe.” Mina says.

“Yeah Y/N you have feelings. That’s only human.” Kirishima’s hold on you tightens a bit.

“And we’re always here.” Kaminari adds. After a few minutes of letting you bask in your sadness, they release you form their hold.

“Sorry for the hold up guys, but we need to get to class.” You chuckle and wipe the remaining tears from under your eyes.

“Yeah Mrs.Chu is always on me and Mina’s case about attendance.” Kaminari rolls his eyes at the thought of that lady.

“Soooo am I drivi-.”

“NO!” You all cut off Mina before she can finish. Today had all ready started off bad, and endangering your life with Mina reckless driving was the last thing you needed.

“I’ll drive.” Kirishima says grabbing his keys and opening the door. “Now come children, before we’re late.”

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The day couldn’t possible go by more slowly. You couldn’t remain focused due to your situation, the situation that you started I must stress. You know it shouldn’t be pestering you, but you just couldn’t handle losing Katsuki to some random girl.

From the beginning you found yourself drawn to Katsuki. Yeah that might sound cliche, but it was the truth. The ash blonde hair that was slightly unkempt, the red eyes that could cut deep even if you were just glancing, and a smirk that held so many inaudible warnings. He was unruly, but at the same time beautiful.His personality was arrogant and short tempered, but that just made him all the more alluring.

The unapproachable heart throb is what he was. Pretty in the face, but dementing and vulgar in many different ways. Ways that should've been a warning, but weren't.  

When you first started hanging around Katsuki it was mostly kirishima's doing. He felt that all his friends should at least be formally aquantainted with one another, so some days you would have study sessions at your apartmet other days you would all would crash at the dorms. And every moment you were around Katsuki the more you were drawn to him.

One day Kirishima had left you two alone at the dorms to go re-up on snacks with Mina and Kaminari. Now this was most likely the only time you would be alone with Katsuki, so you took it upon yourself to ask him a couple of ‘questions’.

“Katsuki?”

“What?” he answers his eyes never leaving his phone.

The top half of his body hangs off the edge of his bed, his shirt barely covering his stomach.You go over and sit on the floor in front of him. Slowly, you reach up and run your hands through his coarse head of hair.

“The hell are you doing?” He questions, but doesn’t stop you from playing in his head.

“Can I ask you something.” The tone of your voice was soft but serious.

Bakugou then rolls over onto his stomach and throws his phone into the abyss of sheets beside him. He stares at you and the nervous you should’ve felt earlier makes it’s way into your body.

“You gonna speak or what?” He says annoyance leaking from his voice. You roll your eyes.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Nope.” He responded rolling back over and grabbing his phone.

“Like you’ve never had one? No boyfriends, no girlfriends, no significant others?”

“I answered the damn question, no boyfriends, no girlfriends, nothing, relationships aren’t my kinda thing. The hell are you asking me this for anyway? ” He rolls back over, his eyes cutting deep into your thoughts.

“W-What about hookups?” Bakugou’s face goes blank for a minute before that cocky smirk makes its way to his face.

“Tcht is this what you were going on about? If you wanted some dick you couldve just said that.” His smirk grows as he watches you panic.

“We can hookup if that’s what you wanted to ask. But I have lines that shouldn’t be crossed.” He says rolling back over and chucking you his phone.

“Put your number in.” That cocky son of a bitch, not even letting you answer or explain yourself. I mean it’s not like you would’ve said no anyway. You hand him his phone back.

“Y/N wants to be fuck buddies with me? I didn’t peg you as the type.” He grins, his eyes burning right through you.

“Well you said you aren’t looking for a relationship, so I don’t see the harm in it.” You shrug. Bakugou nods in agreement, but raises a brow.

“I know I said I’m down but we can’t do any lovey dovey shit. This has to be strictly no feelings attached.”

Now, after he finished that statement a bell should’ve went off in your head. From that point you should’ve know that liking Katsuki wasn’t a good idea and hooking up with him would only lead to you hurting yourself, but clearly you were blinded. Blinded by the thought of him and blinded by the want of him because if you would’ve noticed you wouldn’t of still been sitting at your desk half dazed ten minutes after class had let out reminiscing about how you got yourself into this mess.

“Y/N, aren’t you going to leave, clearly your not staying behind for extra help, as you didn’t even write down the notes that were on the board.” You look down at your notebook, yeah it’s blank.

“I’m so sorry Mrs, I’ve had a lot on my Min-.”

“I don’t need your excuses, just get going so I can lock up.” You nod and grab your things. Upon picking up your phone you notice a message from Kirishima.

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Message

Kirishima :)

Ummmm please don’t bite my head off for this but something came up and I had to leave early, Mina and Kaminari have dance practice and I didn’t want you to be stranded.............. So Bakugou is going to take you home, be at the front of the school. Ok? Ok. Love you ttyl 😘

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Your mouth hung ajar at the message. Why? Kirishima why? Why would he set you up for failure like that? You sigh as you walk out of the school doors.

It took a few minutes before Bakugou arrived and when he did your day only worsened. As you drew closer tot he car it was clear that someone else was in he front seat. A black haired, brown eyed someone. With gritted teeth you open the back door of the car and chunk your stuff in not saying a thing.

“Hello!” The girl exclaims as she turns around in her seat, sounding way to preppy and happy about this situation.

“You are?” You say not the least optimistic, Bakugou glaring at you from the rear view mirror.

“I’m Hayami.” She smiles and holds out your hand for you to shake. You turn and look out the backseat window.

“What are you his girlfriend?” Your jaw clenches as her face goes red. You stop her before she can answer that question.

“Katsuki can you drive? I have somewhere I need to be.” Hayami turns around in her seat as Bakugou mashes the gas.

The drive is silent until Bakugou starts taking a bunch of unfamiliar turns.

“What are you doing my house isn’t this way?” You say sitting up in your seat.

“I’m dropping Hayami off first.” He says pulling into an unfamiliar driveway.

“Thank you Katsuki. We should do this the same time next week.” She smiles and he nods in approval. She then steps out of the car and shuts the door. He sits there for a minute.

“Are you going to get in the front seat or stay back there like a dumbass.” You roll your eyes.

“Fuck you.”

Bakugou quickly puts the car in reverse and once again begins taking a bunch of unknown turns.

“Where the hell are you taking me?” He doesn’t say anything, but a few minutes later you find yourself in a vacant parking lot. He then gets out and climbs into the backseat.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He says shutting the door.

“I’m not the one with the damn problem.” You cross your arms and look away from him.

Annoyed with the way you were acting his hand grabs a hold of your cheeks, pressing your mouth inward as his lips ghost over your ear.

“Your a fucking brat.” You pry his hands from your face.

“I’m not a brat your a fucking asshole. Breaking your own damn rules. Did you tell your little girlfriend how the night before you took her on a date you were just at my house fucking me? Or did you tell her how many times you ate my pussy in that front passenger seat? I bet she doesn’t know anything about that now does she?” Your voice bitter and slightly heavy.

“I’m not fucking her, unlike you she has the potential to be more than a fuck toy.” Yeah he shouldn’t of said that. Upon finishing his sentence the palm of your hand quickly made impact with the side of his face, causing a sound that couldve been heard if anyone was near by.

“Take me home.” Your choke as your eyes began to burn. But he doesn’t move he stares at you still in shock from the hit. This time you push him to make him gain contact with reality again.

“I said take me home!” You shout tears now fully rolling down your face. He doesn’t say anything, but you can tell he’s angry.

“Your fucking crazy Y/N. This, whatever the fuck we have going on is over. I don’t need your bullshit ruining what I have going on.” He says getting out of the backseat and back into the front.

The rest of the ride was silent. Bakugou was speeding clearly not wanting to be around you after slapping him senseless. Although you wanted to, you didn’t cry, you’d rather wait to release your tears when you got to the comfort of your home.

He slammed on the breaks as he pulled into tge front of your apartment complex. No words were exchanged. You simply grabbed your things and shut the door behind you. He didn’t apologize, hell he didn’t even look back to make sure you got into your apartment, he just drove off.

When you finally made it to the comfort of your room. A weird sense of pain hit you. It wasn’t the same kind of pain you felt yesterday, it was a unfamiliar pain. A pain so severe it caused your heart to physically hurt from your emotions that were running rampant.

A toy. That’s all you were to him and all you were ever going to be. Frustrated and a sobbing mess you take a piece of paper and a pen and begin to writing.

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People always say it’s better to have loved and to have lost, than to never of loved at all, but what if you’ve lost everything including yourself? What if you loved someone so much that you were willing to give them everything including your body, in exchange for nothing but a few minutes of being close them? Am I pathetic for wanting him to love me? Am I even more pathetic for having ignored the signs? The signs that he was no good for me. Bakugou Katsuki. The epitome of my pain, the epitome of my hurt, but the one I love most. It’s better to have loved and to have lost, than to never of loved at all, but I’ve lost all worth, all self love, and all reason to even try. ─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────

You fold the tear stained paper and slide it into your desk drawer. You then grab your phone and make a much needed call.

“Yes?”

“Is this Izuku?”

[y0itsbri]

Falling for You

ballet au one-shot for @gallavichthings 's a.u.gust

summary: dance instructor mickey! ian keeps messing up the lifts with the dancers, and mickey cannot have his girls injured because of this himbo, even if he is hot. he makes ian stay after class to practice on him -- and he swears there's no ulterior motives. but they're so close and his hands are all over him and he can feel his breath and it is so unprofessional but fuck it.

words: 2k

Mickey had a new guy in his class that wasn't doing... well... by any standards. Alright, the dude sucked. Mickey had been a ballet instructor for several years and not once has he met a dancer as uncoordinated and unbalanced as Ian fucking Gallagher.

Somehow, Ian had managed to not only rip the ballet barre off of the goddamn wall in his attempt at a grand plie, fallen flat on his face after pas de chat gone wrong, but he also managed to launch his fellow ballerinas onto the floor instead of the air.

He was a disaster.

Mickey had better shit to do with his time at the studio than patch up his dancers, and studio, after Gallagher's classes. Svetlana's father would have his ass if she got injured on his watch. And Ian being the only guy in their class, there was no way for him not to share the front-and-center spotlight with Svetlana.

Yeah, Mickey wasn't letting Ian any-fucking-where near Svet if he could help it. At least in his current state. Dude was a piece of work.

Mickey figured he would be a lot more upset about all this if Ian's apologetic puppy dog eyes weren't so goddamn convincing.

Fucking Gallagher.

--

"Ayo, Mands! Come help me with this!" Mickey called, echoing in the studio, now nearly empty besides the Milkovich siblings and a six-foot-tall ginger man looking both utterly clueless and utterly terrified. Mickey was utterly hopeless.

Mandy popped in the doorframe, sliding her shoes on but leaving them untied.

"Can't! I got actual shit to do! I don't live and breathe the studio like your sorry ass. No offense, Ian, my brother is great, please stay. Full offense, Mickey, get a fucking life!"

Mickey was left speechless and slightly embarrassed by Mandy's outburst and only managed to flip her off before she was out the door.

"Charming sister you got there," Ian let a quiet laugh slip before schooling his expression at Mickey's lack of amusement.

Mickey sighed and rubbed his hands down the length of his face for a moment. Ian and Mickey held eye contact a bit longer before Mickey abruptly straightened up and clapped his hands together. The noise startled Ian from his own amused trance.

"Alright, Clifford, how do you feel about private lessons for a little bit until you're not tripping over your own feet?"

Ian stepped forward to argue, but, proving Mickey's point, stumbled over the shoes on the floor in front of him. He didn't miss the way that Mickey's mouth quirked up on the side.

"Can't afford extra classes," Ian shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

"It's on me," Mickey swiped his top lip. He didn't miss the way that Ian's gaze lingered on his mouth,"Kinda need you..." really want you, "to, uh, look good..." as if he doesn't already, fucking red-headed alien-looking motherfucker, "on the floor..." of my bedroom, goddamn it, Mick, get it together! "the, uh, dance floor."

Ian paused, considering the way that Mickey was stumbling over his words in a way that one might call endearing, another might call the-worst-fucking-experience-of-his-life.

"I'll do it."

Do me. Seriously, go drink some water, oh my god.

Mickey literally took a sip from his water bottle, hoping that it would at least calm his nerves. He was a professional!

He crossed his arms over his chest. "You free after class?" A pause, "To work on some skills, I mean."

"It's a date," Ian smirked, leaning down to pick up his shoes from the ground in front of him. By the time he was upright again, Mickey had already started walking away, but the blush on his cheeks and the back of his neck could be spotted from a mile away. He was utterly fucked.

--

Mickey yawned and got up from his stretching position on the floor. He walked over to the stereo, systematically knocking his dancer's feet on his way over until they were all turned out and pointed.

"No Orange Boy today?" Svetlana asked, meeting Mickey's eyes with a challenging stare.

Mickey ignored the chorus of "He's so hot!" "Have you seen his arms?" and "Ian's the nicest!" from the rest of the girls.

Svetlana raised her eyebrow in question and Mickey's defenses flew out the window. This goddamn power dynamic was going to be the death of him.

"I put him on private lessons until he's no longer a disruption to the class," he shrugged.

"Aww," one brunette pouted.

"Disruption to class or disruption to tiny bulge in your pants?" Svetlana smirked, earning some scandalized gasps from the other dancers.

Mickey flipped her off, "The fucker made me take out a greater insurance policy with all his accidents, don't be fucking absurd."

A blonde nodded understandingly from the back of the class, "My ankle is still a little funky from the last lift we tried."

Mickey held his arms out in a display of I-told-you-so and Svetlana rolled her eyes.

"Great!" Mickey clapped his hands together, earning the full attention of his class as they hurried to their feet, "Now that all the hot drama is outta the air, let's do a quick warm up combo across the floor. Chasse step pas de bourree double pirouette step arabesque, in 5, 6, 7, 8..."

--

Ian had been waiting outside the studio for the last ten minutes of class, more-so watching his instructor shift around than paying attention to what the dancers were actually doing. That's probably what got him into his current predicament, and he couldn't decide whether that was a curse or a blessing. Mickey's arms flexed as he pointed across the room to call out someone's weak spot.

Yup, it was a blessing.

Oh shit, Mickey was looking his way. Was this a double sided mirror? No, of course not. Why would there be a double sided mirror? Oh, Mickey was definitely staring at him. Fuck. Wait, did he just wink? No way, he must've just blinked. With one eye. Yeah, totally normal. Nothing to overthink, Ian.

Get it together!

--

Mickey dismissed his class five minutes early and it had nothing to do with the Jolly Ginger Giant standing outside his studio.

While most of his dancers wordlessly accepted the easy out, Svetlana stayed back to taunt. "Have fun with private lessons," she sneered, jerking off an invisible cock.

"Choke on it," Mickey retorted tossing her warm-up jacket at her face, which she swiftly caught.

Svetlana turned and made a show of looking Ian up and down, his cheeks turning pink under her intense gaze. She faced Mickey head on, "You will be vegetable stew by the time this man is done with you."

The fuck does that mean?

Sometimes Mickey thought that Svetlana spoke in riddles just to mess with him. He blamed it on the Russian accent, never mind he was part Ukrainian himself. The languages were similar, but not identical, fuck you very much.

But, damn, forget that, Gallagher looked good. He was wearing his usual white tank top and grey sweatpants, but Mickey never got the opportunity to openly ogle in class. Not that that was what he was doing now.

Ian returned the long look appreciatively before stepping closer and Mickey snapped back into professionalism, well as far as professionalism goes, Milkovich-style.

He turned his back on the bane of his pathetic existence and snapped a quick but polite, "Get your shoes on and we can get started."

"Oh, right."

That seemed to be enough to get the gears in Ian's head going again as he dropped his bag to the floor, echoing in the truly empty studio, and dropping down onto the floor himself to secure his ballet shoes, which may as well be clown shoes for as big as his feet were. Mickey fit into the same brand as the girls, but he had to order special for Gallagher.

"Thanks for doing this, Mickey."

Mickey. The way that this man said his name was making him feel all sorts of flustered that he would most definitely deny.

"Mandy said you don't usually make exceptions."

"Gotta catch you up to speed or you're gonna be dancing with the 5 year-olds, man."

Ian tilted his head considering.

Mickey frowned, "Don't do it."

Ian smirked and Mickey had to look away as a grin and blush creeped up on his own face.

"Alright, so we'll start you off with the basics."

Mickey went through their normal class routine, but broke it down slowly, pausing to explain certain positions in details he couldn't afford to spend time with in class, specifically how not to fall. It should have been fairly obvious in his opinion, but Ian still managed somehow. The first few times, he was on the floor before Mickey even knew he was going down.

But the third, Mickey made a mistake. Mickey instinctively reached out to catch him.

As soon as he realized where his hands were, he pulled them off like he'd been burned, which he may have well been. He pulled his gaze to his feet, studying the floor while he composed himself.

"Mickey," Ian waited until he looked up, and then he spoke so quietly, "You can touch me."

And what made things worse was that Ian's dazzling eyes left little to the imagination. They both knew where this was going, and the moment was too intense too quick. The longer their eyes held, the hotter Mickey felt his neck grow.

"Ya know," Ian stepped closer. "To fix my positions..."

Mickey swallowed, "Uh, I think we're done for today."

He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. He never meant them to begin with. But if Ian stayed any longer, Mickey was going to climb him like a tree and that really wasn't under his personal code of professionalism, no matter how loose those terms may be to begin with. It was getting late anyways, he reasoned with himself.

"What about the lifts? That's the important part, right?" Ian questioned, eyes pleading like he would die without this one skill being taught to him by his oh-so-unprofessional instructor.

Mickey sighed. Ya know what? Fuck it.

Mickey sauntered over to Ian, pressed his back to Ian's front, and grabbed one of Ian's massive hands and placed it on his own waist.

Ian gave an experimental squeeze and Mickey softened in his grip.

Ridiculous.

"We're not doing the lift are we?" Ian murmured breathily, hot air making the hairs on the back of Mickey's neck tingle.

"What do you think, Firecrotch?" Mickey pushed his weight back into Ian's chest, which would be the second mistake of the day.

Ian toppled over backwards, landing with a painful sounding thud and sending Mickey down on top of him before he rolled off the the side with a groan.

Ian started laughing and Mickey was concerned. Was this idiot actually fucking concussed this time? He wasn't sure how he would explain this to his insurance company.

Mickey straddled Ian's lap, gently slapping his face, "Are you good, man? Alive?"

"Never better." Ian was still smiling like an absolute goof.

Mickey raised an eyebrow in concern.

"Seriously, I just can't play things cool," Ian raised his hips to grind against Mickey's ass, "Obviously."

"You're an idiot," Mickey rolled his eyes, and all Ian could do was grin and reach up towards Mickey's neck, pulling his down until their lips almost touched, sharing breaths and excitement.

"Maybe," another breath, "But I still got you to fall for me."

It was Mickey's turn to laugh, more of a raspy exhale than anything. His "fuck you" was almost lost between them as they fell together at last.

(side note: this was the lift that they were going to do, so i feel like the hand on the waist makes sense -- gotta have a visual lmao)

[oopsitszuli]

“Sounds like a coming of age movie.” Kyojuro Rengoku x GN!Reader (Sfw)

Authors note: WE HIT 50 FOLLOWERS!! THANK YOU ALL SO SO MUCH!! Enjoy this fic, it’s longer then my normal ones and I spent like four days writing it.

More Notes: Modern day au, Highschool au. You and Kyojuro are both 18 in this fic.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol like once.

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High school was shit, that was easy to say. Four years of hell only to be expected to run off and pay thousands of dollars to just get another piece of paper that’ll prove you’re good at something. You hated that idea, more then anything in the world, it made you physically sick to think about. But it’s all that you could think about, graduation was five days away and you had to make a choice on what you were going to do after that

A soft wind sent shivers up your spine as you laid on the rough roof of your house, examining the stars overhead and letting yourself get lost in thought once again. Millions of stars were littered across the dark sky yet your eyes were focused on a single bright one directly above you, a soft smile gently graced your face as you continued to gaze in to the distance.

The sound of a window sliding open caught your attention and quickly you turned your head in the direction of the sound. Your smile widened as you noticed your long time neighbor and best friend Kyojuro Rengoku crawling out of his window with a brown bag in his large hand. He carefully and slowly made his way across his roof and on to yours, making sure he had proper footing with every step he took.

“Evening, my dear!” Kyojuro smiled as he finally reached you. The blonde sat down next to you on your roof before handing you the brown paper bag he had previously been holding. “Ooh, what’s this? Has the goody-two-shoes Kyojuro Rengoku brought me alcohol?! ‘Bout time.” You teased while sitting up, you looked in to the bag and were met with the sight of your favorite drink and snacks.

“I am not a goody two shoes…oh and the Arizona green tea is for me. Paws off.” He quickly responded before pulling a bottle of tea out of the brown bag. “Ah yes, I forgot, you’re the rebellious bad boy of the school who makes all the ladies swoon.” You furthered your teasing as you pulled out the bottle of your favorite drink.

“I’m not any of those stupid labels.” He rolled his eyes and you turned to him, smiling softly. “I know kyo. You’re you and Kyojuro Rengoku can’t be defined by a single label.” Your voice trailed off for a second before a mischievous smirk snaked across your face, Kyojuro immediately noticed and he raised an eyebrow.

“Whats with the weird ass look?” He questioned before taking a sip of his tea, your smirk widened. “There might be a label for you…What was it Mitsuri called you in freshmen year?” Your question had Kyojuro groaning and rolling his eyes, almost to the point they were at the back of his head.

“I am not a himbo.” He combated as a soft giggle left your lips. “You said it, not me.” You chimed in before opening your drink and taking a sip of it. Kyojuro let out a sigh and brought his knees to his chest.

“So. Why are you sitting out here? You usually only do this if you’re stressed or pissed.” The male softly questioned, you looked to him and your expression shifted to a soft frown. Kyojuro turned to face you and your eyes locked for a moment before you looked away from him again, trying to suppress the all too familiar feelings of butterflies in your stomach.

Yes, you were in love with your best friend, and that only added to the flaming pile of stress that was your brain; Although you couldn’t blame yourself. Kyojuro is handsome, kind, funny, and one of your only confidants. He had always been there for you, and you had always been there for him. You couldn’t even begin to count the sleepless nights you two spent on the roof of your houses just ranting and confiding in one another, or the never ending calls that you two would have on the nights you couldn’t join each other on the roof.

You loved him, irrevocably and unconditionally, you loved him more then your heart could handle.

But could he ever feel the same way?

You were brought out of your thoughts by Kyojuro clearing his throat in an attempt to catch your attention again.

“I’m a little bit of both if I’m being honest. Stressed about graduation and pissed about it at the same time.” You explained while setting your drink to the side and starting to trace little circles in the palm of your hand. Kyojuro slightly nodded and continued to look at you.

“I get that. Graduation is stressful, especially with having to choose a college to go to…” He said softly, looking away from you momentarily then returning to practically staring at the side of your face. “That’s the thing! I don’t want to go to some dumb college where I have to pay hundreds of thousands of dollars just to prove I’m good at something.” You groaned loudly before leaning back on the roof and returning to stare at the sky.

“Well then….what do you, [Name] [Last name], want to do?” Kyojuro asked as he raised his eyebrow, he finally looked away from you and leaned back so he was lying down next to you you. You thought for a moment, yes everything you said about college was true, but you also just didn’t want to lose your friends. Mitsuri had already informed you that she’d be going to a private school in Yokohama along with Shinobu, Sanemi was heading to Osaka for his college career, and most of your other friends were going to colleges far away from the town you currently lived in.

“I wanna open a bookstore.” You mumbled as a shooting star flew across the sky, you felt Kyojuros hand brush over yours and a soft blush rose to your cheeks. “Then do it, if it’s what makes you happy, open the bookstore of your dreams!” Kyojuro smiled while taking your hand in his and holding it.

“Yeah but if I do, I’ll be stuck here. And all my friends will run off and I’ll be alone…” you sighed softly, Kyojuro quickly sat up with a loud gasp, his hand still holding yours. “Then let’s run away! Move to some cute small town and you can open your bookstore! It could be called [Name]’s Nook!” He said proudly, you giggled softly and sat up.

“Sounds like a coming of age movie.” You joked while looking at Kyojuro, he turned to you and while your faces were inches apart he smiled. “Then make it a showstopper.” He whispered as his free hand found its way to your cheek. Your eyes locked with his and you took in a deep breath as an attempt to calm your nerves. As you sat in silence with Kyojuro, the blush across your cheeks deepened.

“Kyojuro…. I think I’m in love with you.” You confessed, the words slipping past your lips without a second thought. Kyojuros eyes widened and an overwhelming sense of dread set over you. “You what?” Kyojuro practically stuttered as he tried to take in the weight of your words. Your heart dropped and you pulled your hand away from his.

“Please forget I said that…I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me..” you tried to explain, suddenly you felt Kyojuros hand leave your cheek and find its way back to your hands. “No. Don’t apologize, please don’t apologize. Just say that again. I need to hear you say it again so I know my mind isn’t making something up.” The blonde said almost frantically, his hands trapping yours in his.

“I’m in love with you.” You repeated softly, your eyes focusing on anything but Kyojuros face. After a moment of silence you heard soft chuckling coming from Kyojuro. “Are you laughing at me?!” You looked to Kyojuro and were met by him wearing the biggest smile as he looked at you.

“Kyo? Are you-“ You were cut off by Kyojuro quickly leaning in and capturing your lips in a kiss. Before you could retaliate he broke the gentle kiss and pulled away from you slightly. “I love you too, [Name].” He murmured, his lips still inches away from yours, instantly a wave of relief washed over you and you smiled softly.

“Can I kiss you again?” Kyojuro asked softly, your heart fluttered at his question. “Yes.” You whispered, quickly Kyojuro leaned back in and kissed you passionately. His hands moved away from yours and found their way to the sides of your face, you wrapped your arms around Kyojuros neck and pulled him closer as your lips moved in sync with his.

Once you two pulled apart, Kyojuro smiled brightly. “Well would you look at that! You got your coming of age movie kiss.”