#the way i sped to do this ho boy

[calamity-jam]

In honor of Season 4 drop and TANG TIME (hopefully gonna be part of a much bigger thing-)

[felinecyan]

When The Night Calls

[Izuku Midoriya x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Your best friend leaving the hero course was enough to make you lose your mind. Especially when he’s suddenly standing across from you with nothing but a tired smile.

WC: 2978

Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Vigilante!Deku

Please give this one extra love!! Somehow Midoriya is also very suspiciously difficult to write 👀 (Also, that 3rd-degree burn I gave my hand today is making me want to cry and throw myself in a river. Damn you, AO3 curse!! )

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Seeing that letter taped on your door broke you in more ways than one.

He had been gone for almost a week, but his note left behind made you realize just how long it'd been. How long he had left you with nothing more than a simple explanation of his departure and how it felt like he was never coming back.

The entire class had been on edge ever since. The note even threw Bakugo for a loop, as much as he would deny it. It had everyone wondering where he was and if he was okay.

It hurt you the most, though. He was the closest friend you had and the only one who truly understood your feelings.

But now he was gone.

Aizawa still continued teaching, but with Midoriya absent, the class just couldn't focus. He wasn't as good at making things seem less depressing or stressful, and his lectures were just boring without a green bush to lighten the mood. Or at least, you thought so.

You haven't been paying much attention lately, and you're too busy thinking of your missing friend. Your grades had been slipping, but it wasn't like anyone could blame you. Even if your friends could, they didn't say anything.

They had tried talking to you, but all you could do was give them a half-hearted smile, shake your head, and tell them, "I'm fine."

You weren't fine, and you knew that. But what were you supposed to do? Cry about it? It’s not like he’d come back if you did that.

Ironically, he did technically come back.

That day, Aizawa decided to keep the pain everyone felt about Midoriya buried beneath the surface, so he assigned you all a ten-page essay about the history of quirks.

So, here you were, writing a half-assed essay close to two in the morning. Kaminari was blowing up the group chat with memes and random jokes, but no one seemed to care or even respond.

Well, that was until Bakugo started yelling at him to stop texting because he was trying to sleep.

That went on for about a solid ten minutes, with everyone getting annoyed at the two idiots, but eventually, it died down.

You took a glance at the clock, which now read 2:12 a.m.

Sleep just couldn't come to you. Not now, not when your brain was filled with thoughts of the broccoli boi.

Then, there was a tiny patter against your window, almost like a knock. If it hadn’t been so quiet, you might not have heard it.

You ignored it at first, of course, but it continued, the knocks getting louder and more urgent.

Finally, you stood from your chair, deciding to investigate, but then, the knocking stopped.

You paused, confused, but shrugged, figuring you must have been hearing things.

Yeah, right, because hearing knocks on your dorm window at 2 a.m. is normal.

It turned out to be a good thing you got up because when you turned back around, a figure was directly behind you.

You jumped back in fear, letting out a short shriek before slapping your hands over your mouth. The side eye glance to your window, now open and curtain rustling in the slight wind, had you regretting not locking the damn thing.

The figure let out a small chuckle, his shoulders shaking a bit, and your heart rate sped up.

You could see the person a lot better now that they weren't in the shadows, but the moonlight still kept their face hidden.

All you could see was the curly mess of green hair and a large hoodie with a black mask pulled over the bottom half of their face.

But you didn’t have to see his eyes to know exactly who it was.

Your hands fell limply to your sides as the boy stepped closer. His hand reached the hood of his suit, slowly pulling it off, and his bright, emerald green eyes were staring straight into yours.

The only thing you could do was stare, dumbfounded.

"You did lock it, by the way," the boy's voice said. It sounded hoarse and scratchy as if he hadn't spoken in days. He probably hadn't.

Still, his intuition never failed.

You continued to stare, eyes wide and unblinking.

Midoriya's brow furrowed, a look of worry replacing his smile.

"They really should put more difficult locks on these things. I mean, honestly, all I had to do was twist it, and it opened. If I were a villain, then— hmph!"

Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly, cutting him off. His eyes widened, surprised, but eventually, he relaxed, wrapping his own arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

"I was so worried," you said. You could feel your body starting to tremble, tears pricking your eyes. "Everyone was."

His arms tightened, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"I know. I'm sorry," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. "I couldn't think of any other way."

You leaned back a bit enough to look him in the eyes. His tired, determined eyes.

"Wait, if you’re here… does that mean...?"

"I need my notebook." He kept his frown, and a sigh escaped his lips. "You have my old notes, right? I need those."

Oh.

That was it.

That was why he was back.

"Oh," You failed to hide the disappointment in your tone. "Right, uh, hold on…"

You pulled away, your eyes looking away from his. You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head as you walked over to the desk, rummaging through the drawer.

Speaking of, your desk was an absolute disaster. If allowing students in your dorm room wasn't against the rules, Iida would have broken down your door a long time ago, screaming at the top of his lungs about how your room was in utter chaos.

Eventually, you found it. It was covered in sticky notes, and some of the pages were folded. Makes sense, considering the fact that you'd spent the last week reading it, studying, and hoping to find some kind of clue about his whereabouts and the league itself.

But even if it was in your hands, screaming for its owner, you hesitated. He was going to leave again, wasn't he? He wasn't going to stay.

But common sense hit you. You couldn’t force him to stay. It would be selfish of you to even ask.

You turned, walking back over to him. He was staring intently at the ground, his eyes narrowed in concentration, and he had a small frown on his face.

When you were a couple of feet away, he finally looked up, his hand reaching out for the book.

"Here," you said, trying not to let the sadness seep into your words. "Don’t mind the added stickies. Simpler terms, easier to understand, you know?"

"Right, thanks," he murmured, his eyes darting over the cover before flipping through the pages. His brows were scrunched together, and his fingers fiddled with the pages, flipping through them with a practiced speed.

He was so concentrated on the notebook that he didn't see your frown, and he didn't see the sadness in your eyes.

But then, he froze.

His eyes scanned over one of the pages, his fingers tightening around the spine of the book, and his breath hitched.

His eyes flickered up to yours, and his lips were set in a tight line.

"You read this?"

"Huh?" You blinked, taken aback. "Was I… not supposed to read it all?"

"What? No, no, I meant this page."

He flipped the book around, opening it to a certain page, and held it up for you to see.

Oh, yeah, his page. The one where he wrote about himself. Which, proudly, you knew most of what was written in it, anyway. Some things caught you off guard, but not many.

"Oh, yeah, I skimmed over it," you admitted.

"And... how much did you skim over?"

"Um... all of it? I mean, I'm in your hero notes, too. I took a lot more of my time on the page dedicated to me, I have to admit, but uh… What's the big deal?"

Midoriya looked at you, and his gaze was intense. "Did you… miss me that much that you would study my hero notes that closely?"

"Well, I wouldn’t say closely—"

He tilted his head in an almost sarcastic manner, and his eyes narrowed as he leaned over to point at a section in his notes.

A bright pink sticky note, covered in stars, was stuck onto the paper.

It was a small part, a very short paragraph, and you had given your analysis of him and not of his quirk either. It was a list of his attributes, his personality, and the type of hero he was.

To someone else, it would be pretty informative about what kind of person he was and what kind of hero he would be, but you both knew the true meaning behind the note.

Because it was all the things you missed about him.

"… oh, " was all you could say.

The air around you two suddenly became awkward, the silence becoming heavy.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

But, as expected, Midoriya broke the silence.

"I figured since you’re still awake, it must mean that you're working on homework or studying, and you wouldn’t do that at night if I weren’t gone," he began. "I thought that maybe it would be too soon to come back, or even that I should have stayed away, but, well, I really needed my notes, and, honestly, I wanted to see you, and—!"

He was rambling again. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, his brain spitting out more words than his mouth could.

At least he was still himself, you thought.

You decided to cut him off, placing your hand on his arm, and he jolted at the sudden contact, his head snapping back up to yours.

"I’m sorry," you said, looking down.

He looked confused, tilting his head. "What for? You have nothing to be sorry for; you didn't do anything wrong."

"No, I—" You cut yourself off, biting your lip, and looked away. You took a deep breath before speaking.

"I'm sorry," you started. "For not stopping you. For not coming with you. For not helping you. I had no idea what you were going through, and I was too worried about myself, and I didn't—"

"Hey, hey, stop," Midoriya said, placing his hand on your shoulder. You hadn't realized you were shaking. "This is my fight, okay? It's not yours, and I was the one who didn’t want to bring anyone else into this mess. This isn’t your fault, so please don’t beat yourself up about it."

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do." You looked back up at him, tears blurring your vision. "I don’t know how to help."

He was silent for a moment, but then, he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you once again, and you buried your head in his chest, gripping the fabric of his hoodie.

"It's okay," he said. "I don’t expect you to know how to help, and I didn’t come here for your help. Well, technically, I did since you had my notebook, but I’m speaking on a—"

“I know, I know," you mumbled.

Another moment of silence, and then, he sighed, a puff of air brushing your ear.

"I'm not sure when I'll be back, if I ever will, but I promise," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear and his words making your heart skip a beat. "I promise we will be fine. We all will. Me, you, everyone else. It might take a while, but we will be okay."

You nodded, your grip on his hoodie tightening. This was the sound of a goodbye, and the finality of it terrified you.

"It’s just…" you mumbled, and his brow furrowed.

"Just what?"

You hesitated, a lump forming in your throat.

"What?" He repeated, pulling back to look you in the eye. "Please tell me."

You took a deep breath, swallowed the lump, and looked him in the eye.

"It's just that... You’re my not-alone buddy, remember?”

Midoriya froze, his eyes widening.

It was a little game you two had back when things weren’t so complicated. Back when you were just normal students.

You both struggled to make friends, so you made a pact. Obviously, that thought disbanded when everyone else got close, and now you all were pretty good friends, but the friendship between him and you was different. It was a bond between you two that was just special.

Not even ‘Kacchan’ could ruin that, as close as he and Midoriya grew.

You never called him Deku, even after Bakugo and the rest of the class started calling him by the nickname. Sure, it was his hero name, and you could call him that, but you just never felt comfortable.

Todoroki didn’t either, but then again, Todoroki didn't call anyone by their nicknames.

But, back to the point.

"We made a pact, and... that was one of the things I wrote on the sticky notes." You gestured to the book. "It was during my angry denial phase, so I’m not that proud of it, but… it was still true."

"You were angry?" He asked, confused. "Why?"

"Well, first of all, I was worried sick. I knew you were going to go do something stupid, and obviously, I was right.”

He winced at that.

"But I was angry because you didn’t trust me, and I felt like you were leaving me, too," you said, biting your lip. "I know that sounds stupid and selfish, and I get that this was your battle, not mine, and I can't change that, but... I guess I was just scared. You didn’t even tell me before you left, and the note was just..."

You trailed off, a lump forming in your throat again, and your eyes burned with tears.

You didn't want to cry in front of him, so you buried your face in his chest again, and his grip tightened around you.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

You shook your head. "Don’t apologize. It's not like you're changing your mind."

He was quiet for a moment, his head lowering and his lips resting on your forehead.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Your breath hitched. "Izuku, please don't say it."

He pulled back, and his face was unreadable. He looked determined, his eyes burning with passion, and it hurt. It hurt to know that, despite everything, he still had his mind made up.

"I have to go," he said, and his voice was quiet. "I don’t want to leave you alone. I really don’t, but I have to, and you need to stay safe. Me being here isn't doing anything good, and I can't keep coming back and putting you in danger. So, for now, at least until the Shigaraki is dealt with, please just be safe. Don’t try and find me, and please don't let anyone else know I was here."

He paused, his eyes glancing towards the window.

"Actually, I might come back just to get rid of that lock. I mean, seriously, I barely even touched it, and it came right off. You could easily replace it with something stronger, maybe one of those new locks that only respond to fingerprints! But, then it can be traced back to you, and they can use you to— oh, man, I'm rambling again, aren't I?"

You didn't bother to respond. Instead, you leaned up, pressing your lips against his cheek.

Midoriya's entire face went bright red, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

You could feel your face burning, but it was worth it to see his reaction.

"Be careful," you said. "Please, Izu, don’t be stupid."

"R-Right."

He stumbled a bit, his hand coming up to touch the spot where your lips were. His eyes flickered back to you, and you swore you saw him blushing, but then he turned, heading towards the window.

"Oh, uhm, b-by the way," he said, reaching the window. He placed his hand on the frame, glancing back at you. "For Aizawa's essay, you have to also analyze the strengths and weaknesses, not just the evolution of quirks. Make sure to read the whole paragraph in that book he gave us at the beginning of the semester."

He gave you one last smile, pulling the mask over his mouth and the hood over his head. You looked in befuddlement as he stepped out onto the roof, and your hands were wrapped around the edges of the open window.

"How did you—"

"It's Aizawa," His mask was muffling his voice, so he lifted it up a bit, and his eyes twinkled. "What else do you expect from him?"

And then he jumped.

He let the mask drop back down and became just another shadow in the night, with his green lightning trailing behind him.

You didn’t have the energy to laugh, and you didn't have the heart.

You leaned against the windowsill, letting the cool night air wash over your face. You sighed, watching the clouds drift in the sky.

"You're still an idiot," you whispered, closing your eyes.

When the sun rises, this encounter will only be a distant memory.

But for now, the cold night was enough to convince you otherwise. For now, his green eyes were staring up at the same night sky, and he was thinking of you, too.

That kiss on the cheek, as tame as it was, was still enough to make his head spin. You were still his friend, his not-alone buddy, and nothing was going to change that.

And you both were okay with that.

[pandorxxx]

In the ways that matter (pt 1)

Aonung (19) , neteyam (20) , lo’ak (19) x Ash Navi women, and an Ash Navi fem reader.

Warnings: heavy mentions of sex, teasing, kissing, grinding, cursing, bondage, kidnap.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

“Come on, keep up!” Lo’ak shouted at Neteyam and Aonung.

“Is there a reason you dragged us to the forest in the middle of the night?” Aonung asked, trailing behind lo’ak as he sped walked through the trees.

“I don’t even ask anymore, I just come to make sure he doesn’t get his skxawng ass into trouble.” Neteyam chuckled, shaking his head as he scanned the dark forest. Lo’ak turned to them in frustration.

“For the last time, I’m looking for the ash girls.” Lo’ak spoke, shifting his weight to one hip. Neteyam and Aonung looked at each other, and then back at lo’ak in confusion.

“What the hell are you talking about lo’ak?” Aonung asked, crossing his arms to his chest.

“Legend says that there’s a fire clan lead by women, beautiful women. I have to find them.” Lo’ak explained. There was awkward silence before Neteyam and Aonung bursted into laughter.

“Yeah,yeah, laugh all you want! But they’re real!” Lo’ak shouted, watching the two other boys laugh in his face.

“You dragged us out here for a FANTASY HUNT?” Neteyam laughed, holding his stomach as he playfully tapped Aonungs shoulder.

“I hope you know that they’re not real! A whole entire clan ran only by women? Impossible!” Aonung shouted, catching his breath from laughing hysterically.

“Umm hello? Do you two not believe in women empowerment?” Lo’ak asked with a raised eyebrow. Neteyam and Aonung endulge in another laugh, earning an eye roll from lo’ak.

“I love women as much as the next male, but running an entire clan? That’s a reach, bro.” Neteyam chuckled, walking towards lo’ak.

“Let’s pack it up and go ho-” neteyam was cut off by a melodic hum from afar. All of the boys ears flicked at the sound before turning to each other.

“What the hell was that?” Aonung asked slowly, looking all around him frantically.

“I have no idea.” neteyam whispered, scanning the forest around him. Neteyam turned to lo’ak to see him grinning sadistically. Neteyam shook his head before speaking.

“No! We are not following that sound.” Neteyam said sternly, pointing his finger at lo’ak. Lo’ak smacked neteyams hand before darting towards the sound.

“LO’AK GET BACK HERE!” Neteyam roared, running after his brother. Aonung shook his head, running after the two boys.

“LO’AK? LO’AAAKKK?!” Neteyam shouted through the still forest as he searched for his brother. Aonung finally caught up, looking around frantically.

“LO’AK LETS GO! THIS IS INSANE!” Aonung shouted, placing his hands on his hips. They looked around for a moment before spotting lo’ak. His back was turned to them, as he stood very still. Neteyam and Aonung ran towards him.

“Lo’ak, let’s go right n-“ neteyam was cut off by lo’ak pointing to the helpless figure 10 feet away from them. All of there jaws dropped in unison at the figure.

There she was, an ash Navi in the flesh. Her skin was a muted blue, as her glowing freckles danced in the moonlight. Her wavy hair was damp, as it’s flowed down her slender back. Her eyes were a dazzling green, glistening from her tears. Her stripe pattern was distinct, intricate. Unlike most Navi, her cloths were all black with gorgeous crystals woven into them. She was in distress, singing her song to get someone’s attention as tears fell down her face.

“What. The. Fuck?” Aonung whispered, still watching the girl from a distance. Lo’ak shook his head in awe, completely in a trance by her beauty.

“I-I told you…” Lo’ak spoke monotoned, watching the girls every move. Neteyam shook his head to snap out of his trance before glaring at lo’ak.

“we have got to go, right now!” Neteyam whispered angrily, pulling his brothers arm. Lo’ak slapped neteyams hand in frustration.

“Why? She needs help, bro!” Lo’ak whispered, pointing back at the girl. Neteyam shook his head, placing his hands on his hips.

“Well now that we know that they are real, I’ve heard that they’re dangerous. They like to lure silly hunters like YOU.” Neteyam strained as he tried to keep his voice down, hitting lo’ak over the head.

“Yeah, she looks completely fine. This could be a trap! Let’s get out of here.” Aonung nodded, turning to walk away. Lo’ak grabbed his arm, turning him back around.

“No, she’s crying! I’m going to help her.” He whispered, gesturing harshly. What they didn’t know was that she was listening to their conversation as she waited for the perfect moment to lure them in. Finally she takes her chance, rolling around the forest ground, moaning and whimpering in agony. The boys heads shot towards her quickly.

“I’m going!” Lo’ak shouted before walking out of the trees, walking over to her slowly. He bent down to her trembling body.

“H-Hi, do you need help miss?” Lo’ak asked nervously, meeting her hypnotic gaze. She grabbed his hand, placing it on her waist, trailing it around to her lower abdomen.

“I-it hurts. right here.” She whimpered, her soft voice echoing through his mind. He traced her entire body with his eyes intently, before meeting her gaze again.

“How can I help? T-tell me what you need.” He swallowed thickly, as his heart raced from his own arousal. She sat up swiftly, pinning him down to straddle his lap. Lo’aks eyes widened in fear, snapping his head towards Neteyam and Aonung in the trees.

She bent down to lo’aks ear, grazing it with her fangs. “Tell your friends to come out, or I’ll kill you right now.” She commanded seductively, kissing his jawline. His face contorted in fear, as he whimpered under her.

“HEY GUYSSS, I NEED ALITTLE HELP!” Lo’ak screamed towards the trees. Neteyam and Aonung face palmed, watching lo’ak struggle under the girl.

“Good luck, I’m leaving!” Aonung shouted, but before he could turn around, he felt a dainty hand running up his abs from behind, and another down to his loincloth, massaging him through it.

“Anddd where do you think you’re going, big boy?…” a girl whispered from behind him. His heart dropped as he watched the hands roam his body. Neteyams eyes went big, as he backed up slowly. He backed into a small figure. He felt 2 dainty hands wrap around his lower abdomen, trailing his entire body.

“Shit…” Neteyam whispered, trying to turn around, but the girl behind him pulled out her dagger, placing the point on his back.

“Woah, big boy! Don’t turn around, or I’ll kill you where you stand.” She whispered, licking his spine. He turned his head to the side, growling at the girl.

“What the fuck do you want? Huh?” He spat in frustration. She trailed down to his loincloth, gripping his cock through the material. He gasped loudly, biting his lip in anger.

“I think the more important question is why are you on our side of the forest?” The girl asked, nudging him with the point of the knife. He pursed his lips before putting his hands up in surrender.

“We will leave. Do you hear me? WE WILL GO!” Neteyam shouted, nodding at Aonung who was practically being jerked off from the girl behind him. Aonung nodded frantically, looking at Neteyam.

“Y-Yeah, we’ll leave, just let us go! Damn!” Aonung shouted angrily. The girl behind him chuckled, pulling her dagger out to hold it to his back.

“Your body is telling me that you wanna stay, big boy.” She spoke seductively, kissing his back. Ao’nung unintentionally melted into her touch, relaxing in her arms.

“She’s just trying to get what she wants! Don’t fall for it!” Neteyam shouted at Aonung who was completely charmed by the girl behind him. Aonung quickly snapped out of it, standing up tall as he cleared his throat.

“Either let us go, or speed this shit up!” He growled, turning his head to the side.

“Walk.” The girl behind Neteyam spoke, nudging the knife towards his back. Aonung and Neteyam walked towards lo’ak as the girls held the daggers, threatening to kill them.

The girl straddling lo’ak sat up on him, looking towards her sisters. She smiled, eyeing Neteyam and Aonung up and down.

“Ohhh we got some good ones tonight.” She bit her lip, looking back at a frightening lo’ak under her.

“X’yiera! Why are you on-top of him? We have to wait until we get them back to mother, remember?” The girl behind aonung spoke sternly. X’yiera snapped her head at her sister, and then where her hand was placed on aonung.

“Ke’ti, Your hand is inside of his loincloth. Follow your own advice.” X’yiera hissed, tilting her head at ke’ti.

“We have to get them back, quickly. Mother is waiting.” The younger sister spoke behind Neteyam. X’yiera glared at her younger sister.

“Oh come on, Ziwi! let’s just have alittle fun with them first.” X’yiera smiled, leaning down to lo’ak, kissing his quivering lips. Ziwi shook her head, hissing at her older sister.

“No! Mother is going to kill us!” Ziwi shouted, darting over to x’yiera to push her off of lo’ak. Neteyam finally got a glimpse of his captor, and she was beautiful.

Her hair hung down her back in Dutch braids. She had on an identical outfit to her oldest sister, but hers was alittle more revealing. Her body was slim, and her frame was small.

“Baby sister! Don’t test me!” X’yiera growled, standing to her feet in a defensive manner. Ziwi hissed at her, taking her fighting stance. Ke’ti came from behind Aonung to stand in between her sisters.

“Come on, we do not have time for this!” She hissed, looking between the both of them. Aonung watched ke’ti closely, as she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

Her hair was in a long curly ponytail that flowed down her back. Two pieces of loose hair hung infront of her hypnotic green eyes. Her cloths were black as well, revealing her curvy shape.

As they fought, lo’ak scooted his way back to Neteyam and Aonung, watching the girls as they argued over what to do with the prisoners.

“Maybe if we back away slowly, they won’t notice!” Lo’ak strained, standing to his feet slowly.

“Oh noooo, I thought you wanted to help her, remember?” Neteyam shouted sarcastically, pointing to X’yiera.

“In my defense, she was crying.” Lo’ak muttered looking between aonung and Neteyam. Neteyam growled, getting in lo’aks face.

“I fucking TOLD YOU NOT TO RUN AFTER THE SOUND, and what do you do? Nooowww, we have to worry about these crazy BITCHES that clearly want to kill us!” Neteyam roared, gesturing angrily. Aonung butted in, raising his hand hesitantly.

“Uhh, I think they wanna do alittle more than kill us.” Aonung spoke, looking back at the girls, as they were still arguing and hissing loudly.

“She fucking started it!” X’yiera shouted, walking over to ziwi before ke’ti stopped her.

“That doesn’t matter now! We have to take the prisoners to mother before she kills us! We don’t need a repeat of last time.” Ke’ti explained through gritted teeth. X’yiera glared at ziwi before yanking herself out of ke’ti’s grasp.

“Shall we?” Ziwi asked sarcastically, walking over to the boys who were still arguing amongst themselves. She grabbed the rope that was tied around her bow as she crept towards Neteyam’s back. He was so busy arguing that he didn’t have enough time to fight ziwi off as she quickly tied his arms behind his back. X’yiera and ke’ti followed her lead, tying their prisoners up quickly.

“Come onnnn! You tricked me! I thought you were hurt!” Lo’ak whined, as X’yiera held his waist, walking him forward.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s what they’ve all said. Keep walking.” X’yiera sighed, rolling her eyes as she guided him through the forest from behind.

“Why are you doing this?” Neteyam grunted as ziwi’s small hands snaked around his waist from behind, walking him through the forest.

“We need you, that’s why.” She spoke softly, kissing his spine. Neteyam clenched his jaw as he tried his best not to fall into her trance.

“In what way?” His eyebrow raised, snaking his head to the side to get a better look at ziwi. She swiftly moved to the front of him, pulling him through the forest by the band of his loincloth.

“In the ways that matter.” She chuckled, eyeing him up and down. Neteyam hissed at her as his face balled up with anger.

“You’re insane.” He muttered through gritted teeth. “And you’re hot. We’d be perfect for each other.” She grinned seductively before turning around, still guiding him by his loincloth.

“Where are you taking us?” Aonung asked in a concerned tone as he watched the forest change around him with every step.

“To my mother, she will decide your fate.” Ke’ti spoke, guiding aonung by his wrists. His eyes widened, Turning his neck to get a look at her.

“Our fate? What did we do? We didn’t know that we wandered onto your side of the forest.” Aonung explained frantically, still watching his surroundings.

“Tis not about that. Do not worry.” Ke’ti spoke softly, reaching around to rub his stomach.

“Are you going to kill us?” Aonung asked, snaking his head around to see the small figure guiding him. Ke’ti rolled her eyes, sighing loudly.

“You talk too much. I’ve already told you not to worry.” Ke’ti chuckled grabbing his biceps.

“Girlssss! We’re home!” X’yiera sung loudly, meeting the entrance of their clan’s common area. The forest was dark, with glowing red vines hanging from the trees all around. The women came out of their huts hesitantly, analyzing the new prisoners.

“Goddamn, so all of you are just drop dead gorgeous?” Lo’ak asked in awe as he watched the women study him intently. X’yiera rolled her eyes as she pushed him to the ground.

“Jeez, I gave you a compliment! Ever heard of it?” Lo’ak grunted, mustering enough strength to sit up. X’yiera kneeled down to lo’ak, lifting his chin with one finger.

“You’re so much hotter when you’re not talking.” She whispered, pecking his lips. Lo’ak leaned in for more, but X’yiera stood swiftly. Ziwi and Ke’ti pushed Neteyam and Aonung down next to lo’ak. The women instantly swarmed around the boys, grabbing and touching every part of their bodies.

“ENOUGH!” A wise voice echoed through the forest, making the women stop in their tracks, backing away from the boys slowly. They were met with a beautiful older women, walking through the crowd of hungry Navi straight to them. She stopped infront of the boys, peering down at them with her piercing green eyes.

“And what do we have here?” She asked, scanning each boy individually.

“We found them in the forest, mother!” ziwi spoke softly, taking her place next to her mother as she glared down at the Boys.

“No! You tricked us! I thought your daughter was hurt.” Lo’ak growled, wiggling to get out of the rope, as he looked up at the older woman.

“Thats kinda the POINT, SKXAWNG!!!” X’yiera hissed, peering down at an angry lo’ak. Neteyam sighed, looking up at the older woman.

“We did not know that we wandered into your part of the forest. If you let us go, we will not come back, please.” Neteyam pleaded nodding his head frantically with a nervous smile. The older woman and her daughters laughed down at Neteyam, as they watched him beg for his life.

“You do not get it, do you?” The older women glared at all three boys before bending down to them.

“Our clan is female dominated. We are the hunters, and warriors. There are few males here, and they are only good for gathering our food and tending to our children. We need stronger men, such as yourselves , to populate our clan.” She gestured, grinning sadistically.

“aaannnd that’s where we come in?” Aonung asked, still confused as he looked around at the women.

“Now you’re getting it.” The older women nodded, smiling at Aonung.

“What if we don’t want to help populate your clan? Huh? What you’re doing is sick!” Neteyam shouted angrily, peering at the girls before glaring at the older women in-front of him.

“Ohhhh, feisty! My girls are going to have a ball with you.” She chuckled, eyeing him up and down.

“So our punishment is sex with these beautiful ladies?” Lo’ak asked with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The older woman chuckled at him, nodding her head.

“precisely. But my girls have a habit of getting…aggressive.” The older lady spoke, standing to her feet again.

“You could’ve started with that! Untie me, I’m ready!” Lo’ak shouted in excitement, trying to stand to his feet, but failing miserably.

“You really disturb me, lo’ak. Do you know that? Why THE FUCK would you be ok with fathering an entire clan that you’re not even apart of?!” Neteyam shouted at lo’ak, scooting closer to him.

“Can we leave afterwards?” Aonung asked the older woman. She caressed her chin with her thumb and pointer as she thought about Aonung’s question.

“We can talk about that after you’ve done your job.” The woman smiled before turning to the crowd of hungry Navi.

“Ladies! These fine young warriors shall be punished by giving us the gift of life. You all may feast!” The older woman announced, and the women swarmed around them immediately, tugging at their loincloths, and kissing their necks.

“HEY, STOP!” Neteyam shouted, trying to dodge the women, but failing horribly. Somehow, ziwi got to the front of the crowd, pinning him down by his shoulders as she rolled her hips into his. Another girl was attacking his neck, as another girl kissed his legs.

“Wait! There’s enough of me to go around. SINGLE FILE LINE!” Lo’ak shouted, as he watched many girls kissing his entire body.

“Girls, can’t we talk this out?” Aonung chuckled nervously, as he watched one girl begin to rip his loincloth off. The other girls were feeling all over his entire body.

For a moment, the chances of them getting out of this were slim to none, until a beautiful path lit up for them in an instant.

“WAIT!” You shouted, walking towards the middle of the crowd. The women instantly came to a hault, as they knew exactly who you were. Your mother and sisters snapped their heads towards you. X’yiera, ziwi, and Keti roll their eyes at you as your mother smiled.

“Y/n! My sweet daughter! What is the matter?” The older women spoke, signaling for you to come over. You walked over to your mother, hissing at your sisters on the way.

The boys were in awe at your beauty. The women in the clan were all beautiful, but you were almost hypnotic. The boys scanned your gorgeous body as you strutted over to the older woman.

“Damn.” Aonung spat, licking his lips.

“I know right? I want her.” Lo’ak whispered, staring at your full hips as they swayed side to side.

“She is…” neteyam muttered before being interrupted by the older woman.

“Beautiful. She’s beautiful!” Your mother spoke, hugging you tightly.

“What is bothering you, my sweet child?” Your mother asked, looking into your troubled eyes.

“Mother, we cannot do this. We have too many woman. These boys cannot handle all of them. Let me keep them.” You explained, glaring at them, eyes full of lust.

“If you let her keep them for herself, I’m just going to believe that she’s your favorite daughter.” X’yiera spat, walking over to you with her arms crossed. You hissed at your older sister, before grinning sadistically.

“She’s being selfish mother! I wanted him!” Ziwi whined, pointing at Neteyam. Ke’ti shook her head, walking over to mother.

“She does this all the time mother! You can’t let her get away with this!” Ke’ti shook her head, glaring at you before hissing.

“Silence, my children!” Mother shouted before thinking about your request. She smiled at you, nodding her head.

“It is settled. Y/n will take them!” Mother announced, earring hisses from her 3 other daughters.

“On ONE condition.” Mother interrupted, holding her finger up to shush her angry daughters. You shot your head at your mother, giving her a confused look.

“you let your sisters get their fair share. It’s only right that they get a taste. They brought them here.” Mother glared, pointing down at you. You sighed loudly, before looking at your sisters.

“Fine, mother.” You snarled, turning back to the boys. Your sisters stood next to you, glaring at the boys with pure lust.

“4 against 3? How is this gonna work?” Lo’ak asked, looking up at the girls. You bent down to his level, eyeing him up and down.

“We’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” You chuckled, before scanning the other boys beside him.

“This is wrong. Just let us go!” Neteyam spat, watching your every move.

“Yeah, you can’t just have your way with us. This is insane!” Aonung shouted, face contorting in disappointment.

You smiled sadistically before standing to your feet, backing up next to your sisters.

“Well I guess we’re insane then…”

This took me WAYYY too long to finish. I like it a lot though. This was a request by anon 🐚, and I appreciate this person for giving me this INCREDIBLE ASS IDEA WTF??? as always, I love y’all, and I’ll talk to y’all soon❤️🫶🏽!!

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

[thesinglesjukebox]

DOECHII - WHAT IT IS (BLOCK BOY)

What It Is (Solo Version) (Sped Up) (Slowed Down) (Blurbed)

[6.42]

Michelle Myers: If you need a reminder of how times have changed, consider that the Atlanta rap group Trillville reached #14 on the Billboard charts in 2005. Their biggest hit, "Some Cut," is a crunk-adjacent trunk-blaster with nasty lyrics and enough funk in the beat to have sounded retro back then. Doechii's adroit reclamation of Trillville's iconic "what it is, ho?" hook over a "No Scrubs" sample feels powerful but never preachy. [8]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: This shouldn't work. By all indications, this is a crass gambit for pop crossover status, a promising rapper gluing together nostalgic samples and appending a guest verse from a noxious shithead who has nevertheless been one of the more consistent hitmakers in rap over the last half-decade. There's even a very silly EP of all the different "versions" of the song, featuring sped-up and slowed-down versions but no actual remixes. But "What It Is" isn't... that crass? For one, Kodak Black is no longer present, his middling guest verse and altogether awful vibes excised from the version of the track that actually gets rap radio play. And regardless of the version, Doechii is too good at her job to let this suck. While I prefer her more in rage or boom bap modes, she's still as stylish as ever, playing the role of pop-rap icon with enough poise that she might as well stay there as long as she can. [7]

Crystal Leww: "What It Is" feels like a relic from an era that doesn't exist anymore. It's when R&B-pop songs with a verse-chorus-verse-chorus-bridge-chorus structure with a guest rap verse could be genuine pop hits. It's from a time when artists could hit the 8-count -- hell, when music was made for an 8-count. It's a song about a crush that's bright rather than fucked up -- a feeling so light that it's like floating along the clouds. [7]

Katherine St Asaph: That Kandi/She'kspere sample has as much instant impact as it did the first time round in the '90s. But wow, you can really tell how incomplete this sounds without the Kodak Black verse that shouldn't have existed in the first place. [6]

Nortey Dowuona: This is just "Some Cut" but sung and including a mediocre Kodak Black verse. (Another thing he and Kendrick have in common?) The beat is thin and barely has a melody -- two piano chords under a pelting synth line and drums that are so spaced out they barely connect. I don't think any of these pieces gel into an actual song. Don't even know what Doechii is doing here -- this doesn't establish her as an artist, and the only good line isn't hers ("being black in America is the hardest thing to be"). What was so wrong with "Crazy"? At least "Crazy" actually banged -- this can't even cohere enough to suck. [4]

Brad Shoup: This would have been a passé chart ploy in 2009--a nod at crunk over some frothy pop-R&B. But now that I'm old I'm happy to hear both. [7]

Will Adams: Appealing in the way that any modern R&B-pop song that throws back to She'kspere is. Congrats to everyone who wished for a Kodak Black-free version. [6]

Leah Isobel: Doechii's timbre here is a little abrasive -- not unpleasantly so. She's tough, sharp. But she's not laid-back; she barrels through the track instead of working inside it, which is interesting given that both of the samples come from songs with a much more relaxed kind of energy. Of course, it's not like this beat is particularly relaxed either. It might be boxing her in. [7]

Rose Stuart: Fluffy pop flair limits Doechii's fire-cracker charm, keeping her from exuding her energy in the same way that made "Crazy" so visceral and alive. However, the discordant ringtone rap-esque beat is enough to keep things interesting. [5]

Ian Mathers: I really thought this might be the first year where the Jukebox didn't give me the genuinely lovely feeling I get when I hit play on a song I think I don't know and discover I've already heard and enjoyed it. But even in 2023, where it felt like I barely left the apartment, I heard this one out at least a couple of times. I'm not sure if that's inescapability or just luck. I do dimly recall there being some other element to this one, but oh well; whatever it is, I don't miss it. [7]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: Every line here can be memorized within a few listens, which means that any time it comes on, you can sing along to a series of hooks upon hooks. Doechii makes it look easy, too, as if inviting you to join in. No other single this year felt as generous. Hell, she even got rid of Kodak. [7]

Taylor Alatorre: In an attempt to provide the most controversial reasoning possible for the most un-controversial rating possible, I will say this: every generation gets the "All Summer Long" that it deserves. And since "All Summer Long" is a solid [6], I see no reason to rule any differently here. [6]

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[tsumtsumland]

Hi hi I was wondering if I could request for your event for the situation prompt 5 and for suna please. I hope you have a great day ☺️ oh and sfw pls

Hello! Thank you for requesting, I hope you like this one! <3

Suna Rintarou + situation #5 “Sweaters” + SFW

The holidays were always a drab. The nonstop pressure of getting all the work done before the winter break, no matter how short it may be, the last-minute holiday shopping, the persistent clients who never seem to be satisfied, and the list goes on. You’re not sure what you did to deserve this but you heave a deep sigh and apply a final coat of lipgloss before adjusting your sweater and walking out of the restroom.

Tonight was the holiday party of one of your PR company’s top clients, EJP Raijin, and as such, your entire team was required to attend. Yes, even a holiday party was deemed “work.” This wasn’t just any ordinary holiday party though, no, these grown ass professional volleyball players decided to throw an ugly sweater party.

Now on your perfectly lovely Saturday night, which you could’ve spent doing a number of other things, you were stuck wearing a hideous holiday sweater with Rudolf’s face plastered onto it, and a dangling red pompom for a nose.

“What’d I miss?” you ask one of your co-workers as you slip into the space next to her.

“Nothing important, just the typical sleazy old men trying to get young girls to go home with them, and the drunk salary boys who think they stand a chance,” she rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her champagne flute.

You sigh in acknowledgement, that’s usually how these things went anyway.

The drinks were endless and free so you decided to let loose a bit, you were just there to enjoy the party anyway.

After your fourth Bellini, cheeks red and feeling flushed, you decided to take a step back, maybe find an empty balcony to get some fresh air.

When you finally see an exit, you make a beeline for it.

Unfortunately, things never seem to go your way, you bite back a groan when you see the silhouette of another person already out there. You still go anyway, really in need of some cool, night air.

The silhouette moves away from the corner when you enter the balcony and right then and there you groan out loud in exasperation, “Oh come on!”

Standing there in all his glory, your most troublesome client, Suna Rintarou, decked in a hideous sweater to boot.

Suna raises an eyebrow at your outburst, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

“Are you okay?” he questions cheekily, sliding right over into your personal space, but not touching you.

“I’m fine, can you leave?” you retort, not caring how rude it was.

“Why would I? I was here first,” he cements, leaning against the intricate iron railing.

You roll your eyes and mimic him childishly, “Fine, whatever, stay over there,” you mutter, turning to pull away.

You squeak when something hinders your movement, and you turn back around only to see your bracelet hooked up in his sweater. You frantically try to pull it loose, just wanting to be away from the annoying man.

“Would you stop!” Suna chastises quietly.

He grasps your hand gently and pulls you closer so he can inspect the entanglement. It takes him less than a minute, but it felt much longer to you, as he pulls and tugs on the bracelet and his sweater to ensure both things escape with minimal damage.

“Where did you even get this ugly thing?” you ask, using your free hand to grasp the edge of his sweater. It was a shade of red that you had to admit looked good on him, but the pattern of an upside-down twerking Santa Claus, and a slogan that read ‘I got Ho’s in different area codes’ really stood out. So tacky.

“Atsumu gave it to me as a Christmas present last year,” he mumbles, still concentrating on untangling you both.

“How tacky,” you whisper, still looking down at the sweater, ignoring the way your heart sped up as you inhaled his cologne and followed the outline of his broad chest and shoulders with your eyes.

You didn’t even notice that you were untangled and Suna was looking down at you quietly, observing the way your fingers played with the end of his sweater.

It wasn’t until he urges you to look up with a hand on your cheek, that you notice how close you were, and instinctively you move closer to his warmth.

“You’d think you would be used to being this close to me now,” he mutters, an amused smirk on his face.

“Shut up Rin,” you mumble, cheeks red, “We should head back in, people will notice we’re gone.”

He hums in agreement, “But first,” he pulls you in and kisses you deeply.

Just when you’re getting into it, he pulls away, leaving you pouting.

“We should tell people we’re dating soon,” he tells you, before letting you go.

[cg29fics]

Gone

Had issues with previous updates, so if you’re reading along you may want to check out the links for previous chapters.

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Previous. Chapter 31. Evil Intentions

Chapter 32. Hindered

The Following Day: 10am:

The Hood stood under a tree which overlooked the hospital, safe in the knowledge that the Janitors uniform, he had been provided with, and was now dressed in, disguised him well. As he watched the bustle of the doctors, nurses, patients and their families coming and going he smiled to himself and considered his plan. Everything had been meticulously organised and if everyone executed their parts correctly then he would finally be able to get his revenge. Continuing his watch, the Hood’s eyes widened with delight when they spotted the image of Jeff Tracy, who was standing under a nearby shelter and talking on his phone. Unfortunately, the Hood wasn't close enough to hear what was being said, but the thrill of having his mortal enemy so close without his knowledge filled him with the belief that everything would work out the way he had planned.

… …

Jeff finished his call, turned his phone off, made his way back into the hospital, and into his son’s room, where the family had regathered a few hours before.

“Hey dad, how did the call go, can Kyrano help with the dreams?” Alan sped out.

Jeff looked over at Virgil who was sleeping. “Kyrano explained that his brother dealt in the dark arts, which he was not accustomed too, and Balah’s powers were stronger than his own. He told me that he had previously heard rumours about this nightmare state being used but unfortunately, he had never dealt with it himself. Kyrano said he will look through all of his books, will contact anyone he can think of who may be able to advise him on the best course of action to take, and he’s promised he will do whatever he can to help.”

Scott frowned. “But he can't, can he?”

Jeff dropped into the spare seat next to Scott and took his hand. “Kyrano loves all of you boys like one of his own… I know he will do what he can to help!”

Scott gazed at Virgil. “I know he does… But it's not looking hopeful, is it?”

Jeff sighed. “No… No, it isn’t!”

… …

Shortly after watching Jeff Tracy make his way back inside the hospital, the Hood was greeted by two of his men, who were now dressed in the Porters uniforms.

“We've set the hospital security cameras on a time loop sir,” the one man began. “So, no one will see us coming or going.”

“Good,” The Hood beamed, “and have you sorted the drugs?” The other man nodded and passed the Hood a small box. The Hood opened the box and examined the drug. When he was completely satisfied, he closed the box, checked his watch, and smiled. “Time to make our way inside, we can bide our time in the room that's been provided for us, until we are ready to strike!”

… …

11am:

“Hello,” Doctor Gerry Sylvia smiled brightly, as he made his way into Virgil’s room. “How’s our patient doing today?”

“Sleeping… A lot!” Gordon replied.

Doctor Sylvia checked Virgil’s charts. “That’s completely normal with the medication he’s on. Also, now his dosage has been raised you will find that he his sleeping a lot more.”

“Oh!” Gordon responded, shooting his father a worried glance.

“Don’t worry, the more he sleeps, the more his body and mind will be able to rest.” Gerry assured them.

At that moment, the door opened, and Nurse Andrews entered. “Oh, hello Doctor. I wasn’t expecting you to be here. Would you like me to leave? I can do my checks later.”

“No. That’s okay Nurse,” Doctor Sylvia reassured. “I’m just here for a fleeting visit, you carry on with your tests.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” Nurse Andrews politely answered, beginning to check Virgil’s vitals.

“Now, the reason for my quick visit was to let you know that I’ve managed to bring Virgil’s scans forwards and he will hopefully be going up in the next half an hour.” Gerry announced. “Nurse Andrews, will you be able to accompany our patient when the Porters collect him?”

“I just have a few more patient to see,” Nurse Andrews stated, as she finished the last of her tests. “Would I be able to meet them up there?”

“Yes of course,” Doctor Sylvia replied.

As Nurse Andrews hurried out of the room, Doctor Emily Sanderson looked inside, smiled at the family and then acknowledged Doctor Sylvia. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, I did,” he confirmed. Doctor Sylvia made his way into the hallway with Doctor Sanderson. “I have managed to bring the scans that Virgil was scheduled for at 2pm forwards,” Doctor Sylvia explained, “and he will be going up in about half an hour. I was hoping you would be able to talk the family through the results as soon as we have them?”

“Of course,” She answered.

“Thank you,” Doctor Sylvia replied, leaving her to continue her rounds.

… …

The Hood stood pacing in the empty room that had been acquired for him and his men. He glanced at the clock every 10 minutes, willing the time to go quicker, so he could put his plan into action. Suddenly, the door flew open and the woman who had been helping him entered.

“The scans have been brought forwards,” she blurted out, “if you want your plan to work, you’ll have to move now!”

The Hood glared at his two men. “Well, you heard what she just said… Move!”

… …

The Hood’s two men, disguised as Porters entered Virgil’s room and smiled at Virgil who was now half-awake.

“Hello there Virgil,” the one man said, “we’ll be taking you up for your scans.”

“We just need to get your bed ready, so we can move you up there,” the other man added.

“Hey, are you okay?” Scott asked with concern when Virgil began gripping tighter on his hand.

Virgil shook his head and Scott leaned in closely. “Bad feeling.” Virgil whispered.

Scott nodded. “I’ll be coming with him!”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible sir.” The one man stated.

“It’s not, why?” Scott questioned.

“Hospital policy, I’m afraid!” The other man clarified.

Scott glared at them as they finished getting Virgil ready and pushed him out of the room.

“Where are you going Scott?” Jeff asked, when he saw Scott stand and make his way to the doorway.

“I’m following them!” Scott replied.

Scott, your brother will be fine,” his grandma said, shaking her head. “Now, sit down and stop worrying!”

“No, I’m not ignoring this grandma. Virgil, was scared and you know he’s usually right about these things!”

“Scott…” His dad started.

Scott interjected. “Dad, you were the one who told me to follow my gut. Well, right now my gut is saying to stay close to Virg. So, that’s what I’m going to do!” Scott pulled the door open and looked down the corridor, satisfied the two men were still in his sight, he exited the room and began to follow them.

“Are you three going as well?” Jeff asked, looking at John, Alan and Gordon.

John smiled. “No dad. Grandma’s right. Scott’s just worrying over nothing and being his typical smothering self.”

“Mm… I hope so,” Jeff responded, looking uneasily at the door.

Scott started following the two men, making sure to stay far enough away so as not to be seen. Eventually, they made their way with Virgil into a lift. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Scott ran up to the display, noted what floor the lift was going to and then ran to the stairwell.

Jeff’s phone buzzed, making him jump out of his seat. “Penny.” He said answering the call.

“I am afraid I have some dire news!” Penny blurted out in a very uncharacteristic way. “Jeff” She continued. “It’s the Hood.”

“What about him?” Jeff frowned.

“He’s escaped!”

Jeff went pale. “Oh god, Virgil!” He exclaimed, dropping his phone and running for the door.

… …

The two men pushed Virgil down the hallway, they were nearing the room when Doctor Gerry Sylvia called to them. “Where are you taking my patient?”

“For his scans,” the one man quickly replied.

“Well, I think you will find that you are heading in the wrong direction!” Gerry stated.

Scott who had now caught up with the two men and had heard what the doctor had said decided to block the men from behind. “Where were you taking my brother?” Scott demanded. The two men looked at each other, the panic creeping in on their faces. “Well?” Scott questioned again.

Jeff turned the corner and saw the commotion up ahead. “Scott.” He called. “The Hood’s escaped!”

The two men both went white and tried to run. Scott dived at the one man and threw him to the ground, while the other bolted down the corridor. Unluckily for him, he was not looking where he was going and ran straight into the waiting Fist of Jeff Tracy.

Next - Chapter 33. New Plans

[skinnyducky]

monsters (pt. 2 to maneater) // v.h.

This part went through so many changes. At one point, it was a backstory and at another it was a twilight fanfic. But I think this is where it should’ve went. Besides that, this is very much inspired by Supernatural and Teen Wolf and those sorts of shows. So, hope you enjoy!

link to part 1

Word Count: 1942, slightly edited

WARNING: language, sexual themes, mentions of blood/gore, partying, and supernatural creatures :)

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Your eyes shot open and sweat trickled down from your forehead. Your chest heaved up and down as you felt around, the feeling of rough leather coming in contact with your palm. Your sight became clear, and you were relieved to find yourself still in Vinnie’s car. You didn’t know what the hell that was about, but you knew something wasn’t right.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Your boyfriend, Vinnie, asked. He kept his attention on the road, shooting a few worried glances your way. “You look like you just had a nightmare.”

You leaned back in the passenger seat and gazed out the window. “No, no…it wasn’t that. This felt real, like I was actually living it, y’know?”

“What was it then? Was it a vision?”

“I think so,” you sighed, reaching for your water. “It was hard to tell. It was weird.”

Vinnie softly chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t expect your visions to be normal. What was this one about?”

“You.”

“Me?”

You nodded. “You, and me. We were going into a room and-“

“I think I know where this is headed, Y/n.”

“No, it wasn’t one of those dreams.” You replied. “I was some sort of monster, and I was about to eat you.”

With furrowed eyebrows, Vinnie quickly pulled over and turned to you.

“Why’d you stop?” You asked.

“You know why I stopped, Y/n. You just had a vision, an important one at that.”

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes at him. Your visions—or “gift” as Vinnie likes to call it—was something that came in handy in your line of work. Being hunters for the supernatural, your visions aided the two of you in finding clues and the whereabouts of monsters or entities. But unlike those visions, this one was different. Never have you been the leading actress in your visions, let alone have Vinnie guest star. That’s why you weren’t taking this as serious as he was.

“You know how they work, Vin. I don’t have visions with me in them. I haven’t even had a vision with you in it.”

Vinnie sighed, “Remember what your grandmother told to you?”

“Yeah, that I’m different from most psychics.”

“And your visions don’t just let you see things before they happen. They actually let you live through the people within them.”

You sat there confused, trying to figure out what he was trying to get at. “I’m having trouble understanding. Are you saying that I can sometimes live through others in my visions?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“If that’s the case, why were you in it? You’ve never been in them.”

He shrugged, starting the car back up. “Maybe it’s a sign or something. Maybe the person you were living through had an emotional connection with whoever they attacked. Just like you and me.”

“They didn’t though. It was at a party, and they didn’t know each other. Whoever the woman was lured her prey in.”

He paused. “Did you say it was at a party?”

“Yeah. I don’t know who’s party though. Just that whoever’s party it was, you…or the guy…was very unhappy about being there.”

You heard Vinnie gulp before he did a hard U-turn and sped down the road. You clung to your seat, fearing that this may be the end of your life. “What’s wrong, Vinnie?” You asked, gripping onto your seatbelt tightly.

“Jett.”

“I don’t understand. What about Jett?”

“Jett’s at that party, Y/n. He texted me an hour ago saying that some of the boys dragged him out and he’s bored out of his mind. Y/n, he’s me. Well, not me, but the guy you saw in your vision.”

“That makes sense.” You responded, chewing on your bottom lip. “If Jett’s in trouble, then we have to save him.”

“I’m already two steps ahead of you.”

It didn’t take you that long to figure out that the party was none other than at the D’Amelios’ house. It was a single release for Dixie, and she was throwing a huge party in celebration. Obviously, due to your work you and Vinnie couldn’t make it. But, given the situation…you wished you had shown up earlier.

“So, what do you think we’re dealing with?” You asked, following Vinnie in the house.

“You said she lured him in so…possibly a siren?”

You shook your head. “She didn’t sing to him, though. It was a look.”

“Gorgon maybe?”

“Why would a monster eat a statue?”

“I don’t know? For minerals?”

You ignored his statement and looked around for any sign of your friend. “If not a siren, and definitely not a gorgon…then maybe it’s-“

“A succubus.” Vinnie interrupted. “Look, we need to split up and try and find Jett before he becomes Jett à la carte. You check in the main room, and I’ll check the kitchen and the bathrooms.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You muttered, fiddling with your thumbs.

“Why not? We’d find the two of them faster that way.”                                                

“We’ve only dealt with one succubus before, and that one alone was a bitch. This one can’t be any different. We need to be cautious.” You huffed, crossing your arms.

“Y/n, we can’t play it safe this time! Our friend’s life is on the line!”

“And I understand that, but if we go into this gung-ho…then we’re more likely to scare her away and lead her to some other poor guy. I know Jett’s life is at stake here, but so is a bunch of other peoples.”

At that moment, a scream rang out through in the crowd and the music came to an abrupt stop. You gasped, dropping to your knees and covering your throbbing ears. Vinnie fell next to you, wrapping his arms around you.

“That wasn’t just your average scream was it?” Vinnie asked.

You kept your hands on your ears. “That was a banshee. While her screams are normal to a human…”

“…for the supernatural, it causes pain.” Vinnie finished.

You nodded, steadily getting back on your feet. everyone stopped dancing and mingling, trying to figure out what the hell happened.

“Jett’s not dead yet, is he? You know, with banshees being walking Geiger counters for death and whatnot.”

“No, Jett’s not dead. Don’t you remember? When banshees scream, it means that someone is about to die, not that they have already passed. It’s a prediction, just like my visions.” You explained.

The two of you saw a wailing Charli being carried out of the room by Noah and Chase. You raised an eyebrow and said, “Would you look at that. I think we found our banshee. Now where’s our succubus?”

You scanned the crowd, finding no sign of anyone feeling the effects of Charli’s scream. The succubus wasn’t there. You then remembered the two leaning up against walls, but surprisingly, there was no one clinging to them. Then, you looked to the stairs where you saw a familiar brunet making his way up them. There was no doubt it was Jett and judging by his state, the demon had him right where she wanted him.

You tapped Vinnie’s shoulder, gaining his attention. “They’re headed upstairs…just like in my vision. Ugh, why didn’t we think to go up there first?”

“It’s fine, Y/n. As long as we know where he is, we can get to him in time.”

Just as you two were about to embark on your quest to save Jett, the music resumed, and a herd of people got back on the dancefloor. You and Vinnie tried your best to push through the sweaty bodies, but it proved to be much more difficult.

“C’mon idiots, move out of the way!” Vinnie yelled, on the verge of decking people in the face. You on the other hand, had a sweeter disposition, nicely excusing yourself. After some time, you had finally got to the stairs and flew up them. Reaching the top, you both were met with no Jett and no succubus. There was, however, an elongated hallway with many doors.

Vinnie groaned, lacing his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Great, we lost them.”

“Maybe not.”

You closed your eyes and tried to remember your vision as vividly as you could. You steadily breathed in and out as it began to replay in your head. In seconds, your eyes shot open revealing nothing but ghostly white orbs. You stepped to the first door on the right. The minute your hand touched the handle, you were back to normal.

“It’s this one!” you spat, bursting through the door.

You and Vinnie ran inside, finding an unconscious Jett on the floor. Vinnie hurried to your shared friend and checked to make sure he was alright. You searched around the room in search of the demon to no avail.

In the midst of walking back over to Vinnie and Jett, you felt some light hit your shoulder. After feeling the spot, you took a look at your finger, seeing it painted with blood. Your breath hitched as you slowly looked up. There the succubus sat, hanging from the wall with a sick grin on her face and blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. She roared and dropped from the ceiling, falling on top of you.

“Vinnie!” You screamed, wrestling on the floor with the demon. Vinnie’s attention shot over to you and without hesitation, he charged at the succubus, punching the beast dead square in it’s jaw. She fell off of you and Vinnie took this chance to straddle her.

“Keep her steady, Y/n!” Vinnie ordered, reaching into his jacket pocket. You did as he said, planting your hands on the demon’s wrist, keeping her from moving too much. She flailed around, speaking in tongues and shouting out profanities.

Finally finding it, Vinnie pulled out his father’s bestiary. As he flipped through the pages, the succubus stopped moving and stared daggers at you.

“I know about you,” she cackled, “Y/n, the youngest psychic of your family.”

“Don’t listen to her, Y/n!” warned Vinnie.

You ignored his warning and responded to the demon. “You don’t know nothing about me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. Down in hell, we know all about you. And we can’t wait for you to join us and your whore of a mother.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, not from fear…but from rage. You looked to Vinnie, watching as he stopped on a page. He glanced up at you. “You ready?”

“Kill the bitch.”

Vinnie read off a vanquishing spell and upon doing so, the succubus began to cry out in agony. You struggled to contain her but after a few minutes, she stopped squirming. Her cries silenced as her body dissolved into boiling liquid, creating an acid pool of flesh and blood.

You let out a breath of relief. “Well, that was easier than the one in Devil’s Kettle.”

“That’s because we were amateurs then.” Vinnie replied as he stood up, bringing you with him.

You smiled, patting him on the back. “I gotta give you props on that punch. It was actually kind of hot.”

“No one can do it like me.”

“Don’t let my compliment go to your head.”

He pouted and then turned to a frightened Jett. “You okay, buddy?”

Jett softly nodded, shooting the two of you a shaky thumbs up. “N-Never better. How’d you know I was in trouble?”

Vinnie pointed over at you. “Visions. Only, she didn’t actually see you. She saw me.”

“O-Oh,” Jett said. “I guess, t-that’s cool. Thank you, Y/n.”

“You’re welcome.” You laughed, turning to Vinnie. “We did good, babe.”

“We sure did. All in a day’s work.”

“And onto the next adventure.”

[angelssung]

random crush encounter

this is based on a dream i had lol. a number of my fanfics are based off of dreams i've had in the past!

summary: in the midst of grocery shopping, you get some help from your crush.

genre: fluff, f2l (ish?), high school au

pairing: chan x fem!reader

"Okay, so I think it's best to- mom?" You stopped walking, as you were unable hear a shopping cart or your mother's footsteps.

"Mom, where are-" You slowly backed away upon the sight you saw, as your heart sped up a little.

Your mom, holding onto the shopping cart, stood cheerfully whilst she talked to your crush: Christopher Bang, but more known as Chris or Chan.

She didn't know you had a crush on Chan, but she recognised him as the school captain.

"Roddy! Watch out!" A woman suddenly yelled behind you, making you turn. As you turned however, a little kid was unable to stop running in time, crashing into your legs and making you fall.

Falling forward, you looked to the ground, unsure where to focus. You were able to hear the mother apologise for her son running into you, but it faded into the distance.

"Are you okay?" Someone helped you up - your crush.

'Ho. Lee. Shit.' You gasped, before nodding and smiling in response to his quesition, "Thank you, Chan."

He laughed, making your heart race even more than it was earlier, "Anything for friends, right?"

That word.

The way he easily said the word 'friends' slightly hurt you, but your mom quickly walked over to you two.

"Bubby, I have an emergency. Work's calling me, I trust that you'll be able to shop on your own!"

Her sentence made you freeze. You had a bit of social anxiety, which made it slightly more difficult for you to do new things independently.

As your mother greeted you both goodbye, Chan turned to you, and quickly noticed your now nervous expression, "Uh, I have free time. Would you like me to help you?"

Blinking several times out of surprise, you quickly nodded, "As long as it's... y'know, okay with you."

He smiled again, making you scream internally. "Well then, what are we waiting for? Lead the way, I'll read your list and you can grab the items."

Every time you had to get something off the tallest shelf in the supermarket, Chan would have to get it instead being the only one able to reach those shelves out of you two.

"Being short really sucks at times." You huffed, watching Chan grab chips from the top shelf.

He laughed, "Hey! You're just fun sized, and honestly, so am I. Haven't you seen me next to most of my friends?"

"Right, you are short for a guy, but you're still cu-" You cut yourself off, fumbling with your fingers.

"Cute?" He finished off, feeling really shy now.

You looked away, grabbing the rest of the items you needed in order to distract yourself from your slip up, "...Yeah."

Heading to the self service machine, you awkwardly scanned the items, passing them to an also awkward Chan.

"...I think you're cute, too. Ever since last year." The boy muttered loud enough for you to hear, making you turn to him.

"I'm glad the feelings are mutual," You smiled, coming up with an idea as your confidence magically grew, "Friday 5pm, pick me up and we can go to the drive-in cinema to watch Back to the Future?"

"Wh- are you... asking me on a date?" Chan blinked, surprised.

You shrugged, grabbing the bags, "Well... you seem like you're unsure of your feelings. Maybe spending some time will help you."

"It's a date then," He smiled, helping you carry some of the bags, "Lead the way, (Y/N)."

"Alright! This way!" Heading out of the grocery, you couldn't help but feel excited.

Chan followed right next to you, "(Y/N), you're going to the gallery excursion on Friday too, right?"

"Yeah, I'm so excited. I visit the gallery here and there to gain inspiration," You watched as a kid passed you, "You like art?"

He laughed, "I can't really draw, but I like to admire the passion people put in order to make something creative."

"Never took you for one to appreciate art, but I like it."

"I never took you for the type to like me either, I thought you liked Taeyong from the other class."

"Hey! Also, Taeyong's my cousin's boyfriend. My cousin's from another school, though, you know the one close to the pretzel shop near the train station?"

"Ah yeah, two of my friends go there - ask your cousin if they know a Jisung or Changbin, next time you see them."

"Alright, I'll keep that in mi-" Accidentally losing your footing due to a, conveniently placed, pebble, you felt yourself begin to fall.

However, unlike the usual romcom movie where the love of your life or crush manages to save you in time, Chan was unable to react fast, watching your body fall to the floor helplessly.

"Shit- (Y/N), you've got a few scrapes on your hands..." The taller male felt really bad, being the school captain he expected better from himself.

You tried laughing it off as he helped you up, "I'll be okay-"

However, you felt a sharp pain shoot up your leg, making you yelp and lean onto Chan.

"..." And with that, Chan carried you bridal style with ease.

"No, you really don't have t-"

He shot a playful glare at you, "You'd rather drag yourself back home? Just tell me when and where to turn, sweetcheeks."

"Sweetcheeks? That came out of nowhere." You tried your best to ignore the pain that would appear at times.

Shrugging, he grinned at you, "I just wanted to try it. Felt great, honestly."

"It's so cheesy," You cringed, "But I like it. Do it more."

"Good, wasn't planning on stopping." Chan chuckled.

Eventually, with your help, Chan managed to get you both to your house in no time.

"If you don't mind me coming in, I wanna help you out... is that okay?" He tilted his head.

"Of course," You smiled, taking the keys out of your bag and unlocking the door.

Your mom had to take over an extra shift at work, not to mention your dad would only be let off right before dinner, leaving you two alone.

You two, alone...?

Get your imagination out of the dirty space, (Y/N).

"I'm sorry about all this, if I hadn't tripped-"

"Hey, you can't help what happens sometimes, and that's okay. It wasn't your fault really." As he gave you a reassuring smile, you nodded.

Setting you down on the couch in your living room, you gave him instructions on where to go get things such as the first aid kit in the bathroom, the towels, and snacks.

Eventually, once all your injuries were cleaned, you found yourself watching The Umbrella Academy, with Chan on another chair.

"I can't believe you haven't seen it! I swear, it's so good." You set the remote down, as Chan chuckled lightly, "I'll take your word for it."

However, as much as you tried to fight it, sleep caught up to you.

The next thing you could hear was the sound of Chan... chatting, but with-

Your parents.

'Shit!' You shot up, thinking they were about to be super cold to him as you never mentioned to them he'd be with you, however...

"Ah, (Y/N)! You're finally awake, we were just talking to poor Chris. You must've been heavy." Your dad, followed by Chan and your mom laughing, "She was pretty light to me."

Rolling your eyes, you huffed with a smile on your face.

Once your dad settled, he wiggled his eyebrows at you, "Though I'll admit, good choice of a date."

"He told you?!"

Your mom giggled, "Giving you relationship advice was handy! See? Anyways, how are you doing?"

"I'm... fine. I think." You tried getting up, immediately groaning in pain, "Leg still hurts, but not as much as earlier."

Chan shook his head with his usual charming smile, "Now that she's awake, I should probably go-"

"Oh, Chris, you can stay for dinner if you want!" Your dad got up, starting to prepare the food.

"Really? Are you sure?"

Your mom followed your dad to help him cook, "Of course it is! Take it as a thank you for helping our (Y/N), but could you carry her to the table later?"

"Yeah, definitely Mrs (L/N)!" Considering they seemed quite comfortable around each other, you assumed they'd been talking for a while.

Waddling over to you, Chan sat next to you on the couch, "Wanna watch cringey movies and laugh at how bad they are?"

"I'm starting to think, if soulmates exists, you're my soulmate. Platonic or not." Snorting, you gave the boy the remote, and ended up watching The Kissing Booth 2.

Around 25 minutes or so into the movie, your mom called, "Hey kids! Time to eat!"

Being carried by your crush wasn't something you were expecting to happen, but it did. Several times. What a win!

Once dinner was done, you four went back to the living room to continue laughing at and criticising the Netflix movie, until you heard knocking from where the front door was.

"Chan! Your dad's here to pick you up!" Your dad's voice echoed, as Chan stood up.

"Well, I guess that's my cue to leave." Nodding his head to both you and your mom, he waved at his dad.

As Chan went to the front door to put his shoes on, he stopped, making everyone confused.

Running back to you, your most likely future boyfriend left a peck on your cheek, "Get well soon, 'sweetcheeks'."

This left you blushing, and left the adults laughing at how cute you two were being.

Heading back to the front door, Chan quickly put his shoes on, hopping into his dad's car, "I'll see you at school! Can't wait for Friday!"

In a matter of seconds, the car zoomed off, and your dad closed the door, making sure to lock it.

You really couldn't wait for that drive-in date on Friday.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Wally West with an Earth Bending S/O

emmacata said: Could you write some hcs for dating Wally West (YJ) as "earthbender-like powered meta" please?

Anonymous said: Hello. I hope you are doing well. I don’t know if you are accepting requests right now (I’m also slow so please do tell me if my dumb self missed it in your bio or something). I wanted to request something for Wally (dude I miss him. Writers bring him back!!). Do you have a favorite from YJ? Enjoy your day/night!

You met the Young Justice team at Mount Justice

You had sensed something wrong with the Mountain using your powers

So, one day you used your Earth Bending to create a path into their HQ

When you came inside

It was shocking

And you wanted to go inside and check the place out

But your gut told you to run and pretend this never happened

You immediately pulled your hood up and hid your face in case security cams were on

And you ran out

Just as you made it out of the passage way

You were about to close it but someone super sped right past you

You saw his face and you knew he saw yours

And even though you immediately tried to forget what he looked like

His face was flashing before your eyelids

Right when he was about to grab you, you shifted the ground to sink his feet into the sand

And taking off as fast as you could

When you got home you immediately hid underneath your covers

Trying to calm your racing heart

You didn’t know who that boy was

All you knew was that he had super powers and was a speedster

And that you were at a place you weren’t supposed to

You wondered whether he was a super hero

But there was also a chance he was a villain

In which case, he saw your face, he knows you saw their HQ and could possibly track you back to your house and kill you

Which is honestly kind of scary

So, you just try and lay low for the next few days

Not going to school and pretending to be sick

And so far, it seems like nothing is going to happen

So, you feel kind of relieved

Until one day you go out for pizza with your family

And lo and behold there is the exact same boy you saw at Mount Justice

Red hair and green eyes

Along with a few others

In the back of your head, you’re like just remain unnoticed

But just as you’re about to turn your head

He makes eye contact with you

And your heart drops

You look away anyway and pretend that you didn’t see him

But oh ho ho

He definitely saw you

And you’re like sinking in your seat tryna pretend you’re not here

And something in you expects him to just pick you up out of your seat while threatening you with a gun

But he just comes up to your table

“Hey, babe!”

Totally unexpected

Downright lunacy if you have ever seen it

“(Y/N) who is this?”

“Babe, I’m kinda offended you haven’t told your parents about your boyfriend.”

“(Y/N) (L/N), you have a boyfriend?”

And you’re just in shock

Like wtf is happening?

And you’re going to open your mouth and say he’s just a crazy

But before you can he speaks again

“Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. (L/N), I’m (Y/N)’s boyfriend.”

And you finally just get your voice back

“No, he isn’t! I’ve never met him in my entire life!”

“Well that obviously isn’t true, babe.”

And you’re just like sweating

Your parents are honestly concerned like “Everything okay?”

And this red-headed kid over there is just having a shit eating grin

You’ve just about had enough

So, you wipe the grin off his face and grab his ear

Pulling him out of the pizza place

Because you’re sure he can only super speed so your powers can put him in his place

Unless he’s gotten reinforcements

But something about him tells you that he hasn’t really thought this through

“What the hell was that?!”

His face turns dark and then out steps a few other teenagers

You assume must be on his side

Feeling a little threatened, you raise your hands to fight

“Who are you?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking that?”

“Well since you already snuck into our base, I would assume that you already know.”

“Well, sorry to disappoint but I really don’t.”

“We don’t particularly believe you.”

You scoffed

“Well, if you’re gonna kill me anyway, what difference does it make?”

And that kinda shocks him for a second

“Woah, kill you? We’re not gonna kill you, we’re the good guys.”

“Eh?”

And now all of you are confused

Fast forward to them explaining everything

You tell them that you didn’t mean to trespass

And about your powers

So, everything is good and well you think they’re gonna let you go

Just as you’re about to leave, Robin stops you

“We can’t just let her go; she knows the location of our HQ.”

“Look, birdboy, I have a curfew. My parents probably think I’m making out with said “boyfriend” in an alley somewhere.”

Wally blushes but still makes a flirtatious comment about doing what your parents say

“And I would like to save myself the experience of getting ‘the talk’ on the car ride back home. So, I bid you adieu.”

And walk away like a boss

You manage to convince your parents that you’re not dating him

You don’t know why you ever thought that you could get away with it

Because the next day in school

Guess who’s sitting in the desk beside yours

Yep, Wally Fucking West

“You’ve resorted to stalking me now?”

“I’m trying to make sure you don’t kiss and tell, babe.”

Ever met a headache in person?

That was exactly how you’d describe Wally

But he’s kind of lovable?

Which is honestly more irritating

But between Wally’s flirting and infuriating behaviour

You start to see a genuine and kind side to him

The way he always gives you a hand when you’re getting on the bus when it stops far away from the pavement

The way he always opens the doors for you

The way he stays back in school so he can walk you home

Sure, he could’ve been doing it to keep an eye on you

But you believed that he didn’t

You told yourself that one day if Wally sincerely asked you out

Then you would say yes

And you kinda just waited like a fool for him to genuinely ask instead of just implying it while flirting

But finally, you realized that you would do the job

Cuz clearly wally is also a coward

So, you technically ask him out first

Even though he tells everybody that he made the first move

Still flirts with you

Even though you’re dating

You’re not an official member of the group

But you still help out when you can

Worrying when Wally is on a mission

Bear hugs when he gets back because you were worried as hell

His holding you tight and telling you that he isn’t going anywhere

Robin third wheeling and suddenly feeling single af

Wally likes randomly grabbing you in his hands and running to wherever

Giving him leg massages cuz he’s sore

Him repaying the favour

He’s extremely warm

So, when you cuddle, you turn the AC way up and then just melt in his arms

Damn I’m getting sleepy writing this

He always steals your food

Showing up to your parents’ house with you and introducing himself to your parents

Again

Your parents just being like

“We knew it.”

Sneaking into your bedroom in the middle of the night after a mission because he just wants to hold you

Sneaking out of your bedroom in the morning because your parents would literally kill you

Inviting you over to Mount Justice sometimes

The others don’t like it but oh well you can bend through earth so shut up

You like to walk barefoot most of the times

So, Wally always brings you to the beach

Him eventually retiring from being Kid Flash so you could live peaceful lives together

NOT dying on the mission in Antarctica

Actually, living a long and happy life with him

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[hazzoranstories]

Damon Salvatore x Reader One-Shot | Emily’s House

Requested by anonymous

A/N: I don't know if this would count as a Damon one-shot, but I can't think of anything else to categorize it as. Also, sorry this sucks, but I've had a little writer's block. Last thing, would you guys like more human/past Damon or would you like present day?

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Includes: Blood, angst, several murders, mild language, and triggering

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"Y/N? Tell me, damnit!" Kol screamed at his best friend, who merely smirked it off and popped her neck. She examined the "home" Klaus designed for the Mikaelson family in Mystic Falls, with Kol trailing after her.

"You just got out of a box after a century, and you want to know about my past love life? Kinda sad, Kol, not gonna lie," Y/N snickered, and Kol ran up in front of her, stopping her from walking into the dining room. Encouraging her to continue her story. The girl sighed and placed her hands on her friend's shoulders. Letting him into her memories.

~:*:~

*Mystic Falls, Virginia; 1864*

The sound of Y/N's sobs rang through the empty Salvatore house. Despite Giuseppe's earlier attempts to usher the girl out, her rage was much stronger than her sadness. She would never forgive Giuseppe for what he did. Shooting his own sons was a heinous act, even for the man who beat his eldest child. Y/N hadn't actually witnessed the murder, but she heard the gun firing. And neither Salvatore brother had returned in the last two days. She went around town to check, and once she saw Giuseppe drawing sympathy for his lost sons, she rushed back inside.

"Y/N, you must leave. Return to your family --" Giuseppe said, somewhat irritated.

"I no longer have any family, Giuseppe. You killed them in cold blood, remember?" Y/N snapped, cutting off her crying to glance behind her shoulder and notice the horrific man at the door. Giuseppe glared at his deceased son's wife and growled lowly, storming into his office. As much as he loved Damon getting married and even expecting a baby, he desperately hated Y/N. She was a nice girl, but man, did she have a temper. A temper so bad that it blinded most people about what they liked about her. But not Damon. He considered it attractive, and Giuseppe always thought that was the reason he married her. I guess he'll never know now.

The night following, Y/N escaped through her window out the house. She wanted to visit her friend Emily for comfort. The Salvatore wife was still in denial and assumed Damon or even Stefan would bust open the door any moment, but neither did. They were gone, but she didn't want to admit that to herself.

She was too lost in her thoughts to notice a figure following her in the shadows of the thick woods on the way to Emily's house. Emily lived near the Quarry, so it was a long but worthy journey. The figure had a female curve to it, but her large dress made her look thinner. In seconds a wrist was forced across Y/N's lips, with the metallic taste of blood spilling onto her tongue. Y/N tried to scream, but a thick stick was shoved into her stomach before her mouth could part. The attacker looked down at her struggling victim and chuckled darkly.

~:*:~

The bleeding light of the sun burnt through Y/N's eyelids the next morning, and she winced. It wasn't like any morning where she didn't want to get up, but it hurt her. Physically. She sat up and saw she was lying in the woods. Left for dead by whoever attacked her. But how could she be alive? A stick was plunged into her abdomen, and no one could aid her. She gazed down at her stomach, which was drowned in blood. Not just her own. Y/N's eyes widened, and a scream finally fell from her lips.

Her cries began again as her shaky hand fell onto her fully healed wound. But the blood remained stained on her dress, which was just a reminder about what happened. She stumbled up, and her first thought was how close Emily was. Her legs carried her weak build across the woods, and not much later, she reached Emily's house.

She pounded on the door, and soon it was whipped open by the witch herself. Emily noticed her friend's state and immediately got anxious. Y/N began weeping again and engulfed Emily in a hug. The black girl was shocked but closed the door and raced Y/N to the living room. "What happened, Y/N? What's wrong? Why do you have blood on you? Is this yours?" she interrogated eagerly, but Y/N kept shaking her head to try to bring him back. She couldn't lose her baby boy, too, not after losing Damon.

"I -- I think he's go -- gone. He's gone, Em- Emily," the Bennett girl knew of Y/N's pregnancy since she was in her third trimester, and people tend to point it out.

"What? What do you mean he's gone? What happened to you? Why is there blood on your dress?!" Emily panicked. Usually, she was relatively calm, but she couldn't contain herself.

"Emily? What's happening in here?" a male's voice asked as he walked in with caution. Stefan stopped once he saw his brother's wife, and both girls looked at the youngest Salvatore. Y/N gasped, and her breathing increased dramatically.

"Stefan? Stefan, how are you here right now?!"

"Y/N! You need to calm down!" Emily yelled and grabbed Y/N's face, forcing the girl to look at the witch's calming brown eyes.

"No, no, what's Stefan doing here? He died, Emily. Giuseppe shot him I --" Emily cut Y/N off with a shush, placing her hand on her stomach, which was flatter than it should be.

"Are you sure?" the Bennett questioned. Y/N nodded and sniffed. Emily stood up and ran around the house to try and find a spell to heal the possibly dead baby.

"Are you not going to explain how my husband's dead brother is here?!" Y/N shouted towards Emily, who didn't reply. The wife looked to Stefan with hopeful eyes. "Is he alive too? Is he here?" Stefan nodded and gestured outside. Y/N didn't hesitate to run out.

She saw Damon sitting near the water, tears falling from his eyes mercifully. "Damon?" Y/N cried, and the brunette whipped around, every action of his stopping. His jaw flew open, and he stood up. The Salvatores sprinted into each other's arms, both bawling. "Ho -- how are you alive? I thought --"

"I'm in transition," Damon interrupted his wife, who broke the hug.

"What?"

"Katherine, she gave me her blood before I died," he explained, but Y/N was still confused. "Are you okay? I heard a commotion going on inside and thought it was just Emily doing some witchy voodoo. I never expected you to come out that door," Damon smiled in joy, but Y/N's face fell.

"I . . . . last night someone stabbed me in the stomach," - Damon's expression became worried - "he's gone. Emily is trying to find a spell, but . . . . my attacker killed our boy in the process of trying to murder me," Y/N muttered, and Damon stepped back. A look of pain shot across his face, and he choked on the right words to say.

"Do -- do you know who --?"

"No. I don't even know how I'm alive right now, but I'll have Emily figure out that later," Damon put his face in his hands before tugging at his curly dark hair.

"He's not gone. I refuse to believe that. Emily!" the oldest Salvatore snarled and sped inside. Leaving Y/N to leer out at the flowing bay.

~:*:~

*Mystic Falls, Virginia; Present Day*

Y/N let go of Kol and huffed, snatching up a bottle of bourbon, an obsession she picked up from Damon. She strutted past Kol and into the dining room, plopping into one of the seats. She took a swig of the alcohol as her best friend came back down to Earth. "Wow. I had no idea -- "

"Yeah, I know. Only the Salvatores and my friends in 1864 knew I was pregnant. Oh, also that bitch Katherine. She was actually the one that did the deed," Y/N answered, sipping some more.

"Katherine? As in Katerina Petrova? She turned you and killed your unborn child while doing so?" Kol gawked. He had his fair share of drama, but this was a whole new ball game for him. No one, not even Klaus, would stoop that low.

"Bingo," - another drink - "would you like a special star or something?"

[cheeriecherry]

Can I request bakugo, kirishima and shoji with a reader who has adhd? It's totally fine if u can't, but I love seeing hcs about stims and stuff,, thank u :) !

//raises hand// u mean me <:3c I have adhd so prepare for a lot of uhhhhh habits that I have-

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

-This guy knows fuckall about ADHD lbr

-He’s the guy who can sit down and study and stay focused, who keeps a regular sleep schedule, who sits still in class (for the most part). Sure, he’s shouty, but he’s not got a clue about what you deal with.

-Before he really gets to know you, he thinks you’re a pain in the ass ngl. Like, why can’t you study, it’s not that hard? What do you mean you didn’t go to bed until 3am because falling asleep is ‘boring’? Sorry when was the last time you showered - what do you mean you thought you already did it?!

-It’s probably frustrating to deal with his remarks. Like, he’s judging you for something that’s out of your control.

-It’s best to just lay it out flat for him; call him out for being an asshole. Not only because he’s just being rude, but because he’s being rude about things that are out of your hands.

-He’ll feel guilty about it, but he won’t say anything. Which kind of sucks, because an apology would be nice but...be patient with him also, he’s still learning.

-He would probably take it upon himself to learn what the heck adhd even is, and how it affects people. And what kinds of things you can do to help with it!

-He’d be quieter around you after that, and more lenient. He’d still help you study, but he’d be less gung-ho about shoving your face in a book. Sometimes he’ll read the paragraphs to you while you follow along or make notes, and he’ll help you make summary pages that are organised and colour coded for easy access.

-He finds a neat little fidget toy online and orders one for you, it’s like. A little cube with buttons and switches and little rolly things on each side, very good for when you’re in class and your leg is bouncing and you’re twirling your pen around while staring at the ceiling.

-He definitely can relate to the emotional side of adhd tho. Feeling Everything or Nothing, not really being able to control or get a handle on intense emotions, having outbursts sometimes. He doesn’t really know how to help you with that, because he is, in fact, a loud boi. It’s probably pretty common that you’ll yell something and he’ll yell back, but it devolves into a basic conversation at a high volume.

-Once he gets to know you and starts dating you, he’ll think your mannerisms are cute. The way you sway back and forth while you’re standing, the little wiggly thing you do with your hands when you’re excited for something.

-He also really likes watching you train, and training with you. Your brain goes fast and the rest of you follows, so it’s pretty common for you to lay waste to your opponents. When you don’t doubt yourself, your instinct shines through and you’re incredibly clever.

-It carries over to conversations sometimes, where you’ll always have some quick remark to smack somebody with when they talk shit.

-He’s seen the downsides of adhd, but he also sees the kind of pros it can have, and he sees how hard you work to get things done in spite of it. He thinks you’re pretty cool.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

-He also doesn’t know what adhd, not really.

-He’s heard of it, but only the stereotypes. The ‘can’t sit still, always talking, not very smart’ stereotypes. So he probably sees your behaviours and doesn’t connect the dots.

-He notices you staring out the window a lot in class, and not really giving much to group conversation. Plus you sometimes need people to repeat things, two or three or four times, before it clicks with you. He doesn’t think you’re dumb, not at all (he’s seen your grades and you’re definitely not dumb) but he does wonder what’s up with you.

-He’ll probably ask you one day, after seeing you watching a movie with subtitles on, despite it being in your native language. Just be honest with him and tell him that yeah, you have adhd.

-He’ll probably be the guy to say ‘but you dont act like you have adhd’ because all he has to go off of are stereotypes. It’s important to set him straight. Tell him what it’s really like, the good parts, the bad parts, the ugly parts.

-The ‘not being able to tidy anything up because the stars aren’t in alignment’ parts. The ‘everything looks horribly disorganized but you know where everything is’ parts. The ‘I haven’t brushed my teeth in three days because I lost track of time’ parts.

-He already thought pretty good of your before, but now that he knows you really have to fight to be where you are, he’s in awe. You’re such a strong person, which he really admires.

-If you do something that’s ‘weird’ he’ll ask you to explain it. He’s honestly just curious, and wants to learn more about you and what drives you, so don’t be offended by it.

-But he’ll definitely like the fidget toys you have, particularly the squishy or stretch ones. And he finds that your study tricks really help him in terms of paying attention, and he’s able to absorb the material better. You guys always make sure to create study sheets together that are laid out well and easy to access.

-He also really like the energy you have during training, and often seeks you out to partner up. Whereas sitting in a classroom isn’t your strong suit, being out on the field and moving around is. You’re got a quick wit and a smart brain, and when you’re using your body at the same time, it’s easier to keep track of your thoughts and put them into action.

-10/10 loves the shit out of you and lowkey brags to everyone about how good his S/O is.

SHOJI MEZO

-The quietest and most understanding of the bunch.

-He -like the others- probably also doesn’t know much about adhd, but he’s far more relaxed about it when you tell him. He’s kind of just like ‘oh, okay’ and it doesn’t change his opinion of you.

-But when he sees how it really affects you, that’s when he starts to think differently. 

-He’s not a bad student in terms of grades. he’s pretty mediocre, both in hero training and classes, and he’s okay with it. But he sees how much you bust your ass just to be where you are, and he’s certainly not envious.

-When you tell him what other kinds of fun things you have to deal with, he probably feels a little bad for you at first. He’s already self conscious about himself, so if he had to go through the things you do, his self esteem would probably be pretty low.

-but he really respects that you’re owning your adhd, and working with it instead of trying to ignore it and make it go away. 

-Plus, with cons come pros, and you have so many of them. It can be hard to get into things sometimes, but once you do? He’s seen the way you get when you hyperfocus, and the amount you can achieve when you’re in that state. He’s learned not to bother you until you’re done whatever you’re doing when you’re focused, knowing that once you lose it, it’s gone and you’ll never get it back.

-And the way you enthuse about your interests is adorable. he admire you passion and knowledge about certain subjects, and the lengths you’re willing to go to in order to learn about them.

-He doesn’t usually like being your partner during training, mostly because you kick his ass using sped and intelligence alone. Plus your stamina and unwillingness to stay knocked down is...something. Something real good.

-He definitely sees the appeal of fidget toys. After he tries yours, he’ll probably get one for himself, and keep it in his off hand while he’s working. I mean, six arms, y’know? That’s like four more arms to not be busy with when he’s working, and four more arms of sensory input. Having something to fiddle with actually helps his concentration too.

-Speaking of sensory input, this guy gives the best hugs when you’re overstimulated by something. A good squeeze calms down the sympathetic nervous system, and he’s hands down the best at hugs. He holds you tightly and blocks out whatever light and noise that he can, until you’ve calmed down and are more equipped to deal with things.

-You two mesh pretty well together, and there’s a lot he can learn from you. He respects you and cares about you!

[apolloloki97]

"Solid as Stone" Ian Gallagher x Mickey Milkovich

Summary: What if when Monica came back, Ian went to find Mandy that day, but found Mickey. Instead of going right to the store for a hookup, Ian runs away distraught after not finding his best friend. Mickey can't help but follow and comfort the redhead he has clearly fallen for.

Or when Ian is freaking out, Mickey is there to comfort him.

Word Count: 2679

Warning: Swearing

Song I Wrote To: “Stone" by Jaymes Young

Note: This is just a bit of an AU what if kind of thing. I just liked it and I love comforting and soft Mickey and I know that day he could tell that Ian was torn.

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Monica was back and Ian didn’t know how to deal with any of it.

As soon as she rolled back into town, Ian felt as if he was suffocating and he had to get out. He didn’t even care if Terry was home at that moment, he needed to see Mandy.

His thoughts kept flicking to Mickey but he knew that regardless of the kind of situation they were in, Mickey would throttle him before he even considered offering Ian a comforting hand. Mickey had been very clear about the nature of their relationship if you could even call it that. Ian knew that there was more to them just random hookups, but he didn’t have time to unpack any of it at the moment.

Mandy had to be the one and he needed her now.

Ian arrived at the front of the Milkovich house and barrelled up the steps, his breathing still labored. His fist made contact with the wooden door, frantically begging someone to open up. It took a moment before the front door was wrenched open and it wasn’t the Milkovich sibling Ian had wanted to see right then, but one he was always wishing to see no matter what. Mickey, who had a cigarette in his mouth, seemed surprised at Ian’s frantic look. “Gallagher?” he asked.

“Mandy, is she here?” Ian breathed out, trying to see behind Mickey and into the house.

“What?”

“Is Mandy here?” Ian asked again, his breathing still sporadic. “I need to see her.” Mickey frowned as he took in the state of Ian as the younger boy seemed to be running off pure anxiety. Something was definitely wrong with him and it surprised Mickey as he realized he was incredibly concerned about Ian Gallagher. However, after all the time he had spent around the kid, he had come to pick up on all of Ian’s idiosyncrasies.

“She’s not here,” Mickey told him, glancing over his shoulder where Terry was passed out on the couch. “She went away with Iggy for a couple of days.” Ian let out a breath, still very jumpy, as he looked back and forth, trying to figure out what he was going to do. “Gallagher, the hell is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he rushed out as he glanced behind him, almost as if he expected Monica to be running after him, but the street remained silent. “I… I gotta go,” he stammered before nodding to himself, turning around, and half-stumbling down the steps. Mickey watched after him for a few seconds, still very confused at Ian’s behaviors. Ian shuffled out into the street and then Mickey nearly jumped out of his skin as a car screeched to a halt right in front of the redhead. Honking blared through the neighborhood as the man behind the wheel cursed at Ian who was raising his hands in apologies.

As soon as Ian was out of the street, the car sped off, leaving Ian to stare at it for only a second before he moved to run down an alley in between the houses, still somewhat out of it. Mickey glanced back inside his house for a second before swearing, “Fucking Gallagher.” Grabbing his coat, he shut the door behind him and took off after the redhead.

It didn’t take long for Mickey to pick up on Ian’s trail as the kid had the loudest footsteps on the Southside. Mickey kept telling himself that the only reason he was doing this was that he wanted to know if Ian was on something and if he could get a hit. However, behind the denial, he knew the truth. He did care about Gallagher and he could tell Ian was going through something.

It was only another block that Mickey finally found him. Ian was on the ground, his back against the wall of the empty alleyway and he was breathing harder than he was when he had shown up on Mickey’s porch. Slowly, Mickey approached him, keeping an eye on the redhead’s hands. He knew Ian well enough to know that the kid could punch just as well as anyone on the Southside and he wasn’t looking forward to being on the other side of one of those freckled fists if he startled him.

“Gallagher?” Mickey tried, but Ian remained frozen, his eyes only on the cold asphalt. “Gallagher,” he tried again, but still, Ian remained oblivious to his presence. With a sigh, Mickey ran a hand through his hair before finally stepping right into the other boy’s view. “Ian?” he asked, softer this time. Ian’s breath stuttered for a second before his eyes flicked to the worried blue ones above him.

“What do you want?” Ian asked and while the words sent a dagger to Mickey’s heart, it was a valid question. Why had he followed him? Ian had no reason to trust that Mickey Milkovich cared for him. Mickey hated that he had led him to believe that he was only using him for sex, but he understood. Mickey was never one for affection, but it wasn’t as if he had any role models to learn from. Colin had tried to somewhat raise his younger siblings, but there was only so much he could do. Mickey was on his own in this department, but he was hoping Ian could be the beginning of his effort to show the compassion he clearly felt.

“What happened?” Mickey asked, finally crouching down to get on Ian’s level. The boy in front of him looked frailer than Mickey had ever seen him. The Gallaghers were known to be tough sons of bitches, but everyone had their breaking point, Mickey supposed.

“My mom,” Ian said. “My mom came home and just fucked it all up.” Mickey nodded, understanding immediately. If you knew about the Gallaghers and especially if you knew about Frank, you knew about Monica. Terry hated the woman and Mickey finally could see why. If the way Ian was acting was evidence of how her kids felt when she came back, she definitely should have stayed gone.

“Hurricane Monica,” Mickey simply said. Ian looked at him in surprise. Mickey sank to the ground next to Ian, their shoulders almost touching. “Fiona’s mentioned her a few times at the Alibi, Frank, too. I think we all get the picture enough to know she ain’t exactly mother of the fucking year.”

“That’s an understatement,” Ian said and Mickey was glad to hear that his breathing was sounding a little better. Ian let his head fall back to rest on the bricks behind him. “She always does this, Mickey,” Ian began and Mickey remained quiet, just letting Ian talk. “She comes into town and makes it seem like she’s going to stay. Debbie and Carl don’t deserve that shit.”

“Neither do you,” Mickey said automatically. Ian’s eyes flickered to Mickey’s who was just staring in front of him, his hands playing with the cigarette he still held.

“She’s my mom,” Ian tried to rationalize.

“So?” Mickey said, finally looking at him again. “Frank is your dad and he’s a piece of shit. Terry is my dad and he’s...he’s… fuck he’s the fucking worse.” Ian could hear the hesitancy in Mickey’s voice. Everyone knew how horrible Terry was, but Ian was starting to think there was more to the racist asshole than nobody else knew. “My father hates me,” Mickey finally continued. “He hates me and he doesn’t even know that…”

“That you hook up with guys?” Ian offered, not wanting to push Mickey by slapping the “gay” label on him. He had learned his lesson with that before.

“He’d kill me if he knew,” Mickey said. “And if I had the chance to get the hell out of dodge to be away from him, I would. I don’t care if they’re our parents, they don’t owe us shit if they’ve never been parents, you know?” Ian was quiet for a minute before he nodded, letting out a shaky breath.

“I don’t know what to do, Mick,” Ian said, casually dropping the nickname he had been trying out for a while. If it was any other time, Mickey would have made a comment about it, but he just enjoyed the rush that went through him at Ian saying his name.

“What do you want to do?” Mickey asked. “Cause that’s all up to you, man.”

“I want her to get the fuck out,” Ian said. “If she’s leaving again, it’s gonna be on our terms this time, not hers.” Ian struggled to keep his hands still and his emotions in check. The last thing he wanted to do was cry in front of Mickey. This was why he needed Mandy.

However, Mickey Milkovich surprised him as he always did.

Tattooed fingers suddenly covered freckled ones and Ian’s hand was enveloped in a warm and firm grip. Ian looked up at Mickey who was looking at him with actual concern.

“Don’t let her ruin you,” Mickey said firmly.

“She’s already done that,” Ian said, trying not to focus too much on the hand in his.

“Says who, huh?” Mickey countered. “Who says you’re fucking ruined? You’re not. You’re…” Mickey trailed off for a second. His eyes flickered from Ian’s lips and then back to his face. “You’re damn solid, Gallagher. A fucking tower of stone, so don’t think that some woman can just come back and fuck with you just because she’s your blood. Blood don’t mean shit when it comes to family anyways.”

Ian was looking at him with wonder in his eyes. He had never seen this side of Mickey and he was already mourning the fact that he may never again for a while once they left that alley. In case he was right, Ian clutched onto Mickey’s hand tighter, letting him feel the other boy’s pulse beneath his fingers.

“Thanks,” he breathed, almost afraid to speak any louder in case it shattered whatever peace they had built.

“Still wish Mandy was here instead?” Mickey asked and there was no malice behind it.

“Absolutely not,” Ian admitted as he glanced down at Mickey’s mouth. They were silent for a moment before Ian asked about something Mickey had just said. “Would you really leave to get away from Terry?”

“I wouldn’t go far,” Mickey admitted, looking at him through hooded eyes. “I could never go too far from you, could I? Who’d run after you when you’re going out of your fucking mind?” Ian smiled, trying not to laugh.

“I don’t know, I’m sure I could find someone,” he said and then boldly continued, “maybe Kash has a friend around his age.”

That did it.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Mickey growled as he grabbed onto Ian’s neck and slammed his lips against the other boy's mouth. Ian reacted immediately, tugging Mickey closer to him. Mickey’s heart was slamming in his chest and he knew it was risky to kiss Ian out in the open, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He had been wanting to kiss him since the first time he had seen Ian smile. It wasn’t until they had sex for the first time that that need to kiss him had intensified tenfold. Mickey grabbed at Ian’s coat, trying to make the distance between them nonexistent.

When Ian slipped his tongue into Mickey’s mouth, Mickey was done for. He could never go back to just having sex after this. This was...indescribable and he needed it all. Mickey was as inexperienced as it got when it came to kissing men, but Ian seemed to be a master according to Milkovich. Ian ran his hands up Mickey’s arms and then up to his neck where his large hands took hold of Mickey’s face as he continued to devour the other boy’s mouth.

Eventually, they both needed to breathe and Mickey was the first to pull back, though he didn’t go far. “That was…” Ian began, his breathing heavy but this time for a completely different reason.

“Long overdue,” Mickey finished, his breath matching pace with Ian’s. “I didn’t mean to do that like this. You know in a shithole,” he said, gesturing to the disgusting alley.

“Our whole neighborhood is a shithole,” Ian pointed out causing Mickey to smile slightly. Ian couldn’t help himself as he pressed another kiss to Mickey’s lips before leaning back again. “Don’t think I’m not going to take advantage of being allowed to do that now.”

“Who says this ain’t a one-time thing, firecrotch?” Mickey asked, raising one of his very expressive eyebrows.

“Me,” Ian said simply and Mickey rolled his eyes, but didn’t move away from Ian. His expression then turned concerned once again.

“Feeling better?” Mickey asked and Ian nodded.

“Getting there,” Ian admitted, referring back to his Monica meltdown. “You helped quite a bit,” he said cheekily and Mickey just snorted. “Thanks, Mick,” Ian said and Mickey could hear all the sincerity behind his words. Mickey nodded and then sat back beside Ian, their shoulders pressed together as if they were afraid to not be touching each other.

“Don’t think you can’t come to me when you’re in trouble, Gallagher,” Mickey said. “I ain’t gonna fucking turn you away. Not you.” Ian nodded again and then leaned his head on Mickey’s shoulder.

“I don’t want to go home,” Ian admitted. Mickey leaned into Ian and nodded.

“Me either,” said Mickey as he thought about his father back on their worn-out couch.

“Monica has to go,” Ian whispered.

“I could make that happen, you know?” Mickey said casually. “I still have that uncle down at the foundry.” Ian jabbed him in the ribs, but Mickey knew he was smiling.

“No thanks,” Ian said with a sigh. “Murder wouldn’t look good on you.”

“Please,” Mickey scoffed, “everything looks good on me.”

“And off, too,” Ian added and that got Mickey’s attention. Ian was looking up at him and when Mickey met his eyes, he could see just a hint of mischief in his green eyes.

“Are you coming onto me, Gallagher,” Mickey said.

“Always,” Ian said as his hands pushed into Mickey’s dark hair.

“I ain’t havin’ you get on me in some back alley,” Mickey said. “I have standards, asshole.”

“Then it’s a good thing I have keys to the store,” Ian said with a lower voice. Mickey chewed on that thought for a second before jumping to his feet and dragging Ian with him.

“You are a fucking menace,” Mickey whispered to Ian who just beamed at him, and then Ian’s smile turned softer.

“So, I’m solid huh?” Ian asked, looking at Mickey who wasn’t running away for once.

“As stone,” Mickey agreed. “You’re gonna be just fine, Red. Monica issues or not, you,” he said, poking Ian in the chest, “are gonna be fine.” Ian could have cried then, but he settled on grabbing Mickey by his coat and kissing him hard. Mickey kissed him back, still trying to get used to the feel, but he figured he’d get the hang of it soon.

Ian pulled back first this time and smiled at Mickey, grateful that he had been the Milkovich sibling to answer the damn door. “Thanks,” he whispered.

“You already said that,” Mickey reminded him.

“And I’ll keep saying it, dumbass,” Ian teased and then began walking backward, gesturing to Mickey to follow him.

Mickey just smiled and jogged to catch up with Ian. As the two of them headed to the store, Mickey forced himself to watch where he was going because all he could focus on was that Ian was back to being Ian and he, Mickey, had helped bring that smile back. Cautiously, he took Ian’s hand for just a fraction of a second before letting go. It was brief, but Ian knew what it meant. Sure, he was solid, unmoving, but to Mickey, Ian was his rock, the one that kept him grounded when everything else was trying to pull him away and if he’d let him, Mickey also wanted to be that for Ian.

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Chapter 5. We have stucky, we have stevesambucky friendship, we have a new place to live and strange being a good guy because tony definitely ranted at him. Also, we're beginning the creepy part of the plot. I have decided that sam will be one of the main platonic characters in this story because I love sam.

fun fact: I used to be a creepypasta writer! Going back to my roots here, hehe.

Things had stated changing, for better or worse, much sooner than I had been prepared for - but was anyone, ever, really ready for the next big step? Certainly not me - the view that greeted me after I'd finished my shift at Jeremy's was peculiar and unexpected, so I froze, eyebrows high at the two super-soldiers parked, once again, illegally, right in front of the entrance door.

"Hi, doll," Bucky was reclined against his boyfriend comfortably, his bike standing a pace behind Steve's, who nodded companionably, a sheepish grin on his face.

"G'day," I nodded, eyeing them warily. "I think I know where this is going..."

"No, no, nothing like that," both men frantically waved their hands around, Steve coming up close to approach me slowly. "You're not in trouble. I came out here to say thanks," giving a sappy look to the grouch that was his boyfriend, Steve reached into his pocket and handed me a slip of paper. "Just, uh..."

"Those are our phone numbers. Don't hesitate to give either one of us a call if someone bothers you," Bucky took over the stammering blonde, shaking his head at the soft blush that blossomed on the good captain's face. The brunette wrapped an arm around Steve's shoulders with a shy smile of his own. "Or if you, I don't know, need someone to carry your groceries or something," he snorted. "The punk wouldn't leave it alone until we came out personally to thank you, the sap."

The laughter bubbled up from my chest as I grabbed and pocketed the paper, throughly amused and at the endearing gesture. "Sure, thanks."

"And, uh," Bucky's eyes briefly looked to the side. "We'd appreciate if you keep the status of our relationship to yourself for now. We're not, like, officially out yet."

I froze in place, mouth falling open. Surely they were aware that anybody with a functional pair of eyes could see that they were much more than 'good, lifelong friends'. "No problem, guys. Lemme know if anyone gives you shit about it though, this place," I gestured to the café behind me, "is strictly paparazzi and homophobe-free."

Steve's grin grew even more genuine. "Yeah, we heard all about it from Tony and Stephen. Said 'twas the only place they go these days."

I wasn't aware of that. "It's the paps, isn't it?" I remembered Tony's remarks.

Bucky shook his head, the metals of his prosthetic arm whirring as it recalibrated. "Not only. The public hasn't had the best reaction to a man goin' out with a man," the brunette looked away to the side, where Steve's face had fallen considerably. "And Tony's an eccentric rich man. We're jus' two soldiers. The US Army won't be too happy if we... Came out," both men were crestfallen yet determined.

I had a hunch nothing would be able to separate the two - seeing as not even seventy-odd years and brainwashing and ice couldn't keep the captain and his sarge apart, I doubted that a few government weasels could successfully do the job. Even so, it was unpleasant, to say the least, to see them deny themselves something that technically was perfectly fine in the 21st century.

I chewed on my lip, gathering my wits. "I've clocked out, I can tell you this as a friend- as a person. You don't owe the army jack shit. They do not own you, you are your own person that they experimented their German knockoff steroids on. Respectfully, fuck that shit." I firmly stated my opinion, figuring that there should have been at least someone that told Steve that he is more than his star-spangled uniform and giant metal frisbee.

The blonde scrunched his eyebrows together, fingers gripping onto his belt until the knuckles went white, the hard line of his jaw set firm.

Bucky laugh took me by surprise. "Agreed, doll. I'm too old to be hiding in back alleys and shit," he clapped on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Although I'm happy enough with just not going to prison for bein' in love with this idiot."

"Jerk," Steve's responding pout was downright adorable now that I knew the circumstances surrounding their relationship.

Which wasn't exactly surprising. As a barista, I knew my fair share about my regulars' love lives, their jobs, their kids. The tea was almost always piping hot. "Bye, boys," I smiled at them warmly, throwing a glance at the time, adjusting the strap of my bag for comfort. "Stay outta trouble!"

Steve scrambled for his bike, having noticed my pointed gesture. "Sorry, didn't mean to hold you back. There, I have a spare helmet," he gestured behind him. "I'll give you a ride."

"There's no way in Hell I'm getting on that death trap!" I shouted cheerfully, walking briskly towards my second job, hiding a laugh in the warmth of my scarf as two very offended motorcycle-loving gay fossils sped past me, making truly incredible amounts of noise. Good for them.

Odette was content to let me rummage around the bodega without showing herself more than necessary, taking her appointments and doing- well, witch stuff, I guess, only coming out to poke at the various jars for ingredients.

"Star, I have a proposition for you," right before closing time, Odette's voice filled out the store with its low drawl. "A good friend of mine owns an apartment building, not far from here actually, and one tenant recently moved out. It's a safe space for those who are different," she enunciated the last word, fixing it with a pointed stare. "She's not overly fond of total strangers coming to live there. The rent is reduced and the apartment itself is slightly bigger and more fashionable than yours..."

"Where's the catch?" I found myself interrupting her. I wouldn't lie: the reduced rent and increased size of the apartment did interest me, as well as the probability of a kinder, more involved landlord. My current one was - not the best, but such was life in the NYC.

"There are a few rules to follow, rules that might seem strange at first but they'll make sense in time. And your neighbors might be also a little... Unusual," Odette carefully studied my face for any signs of displeasure.

I sighed.

And then I sighed some more as I was signing my new lease in a few days' time, having spoken with Porter, my new landlord, and his boyfriend who had claws and fangs- after so much time spent around Odette's, I didn't even blink. The couple liked me enough to extend a secure but flexible offer and some furniture to choose from the attic where they kept the spares.

I quite liked the large, vintage couch I placed next to the wide bow windows in the living room. The floors were hardboard and well-kept, the walls a nice, homely shade of green and Porter didn't mind any new holes in them that might arise from hanging up decorations. I scheduled a thrift crawl at the next possible opportunity, happy with the "good employee" bonus Odette had given me after I sealed the deal.

My stuff was boxed up, a sleepless night and a call to a begrudging Jeremy to have a couple of days off to move; I was, thankfully, not late on my schedule and all that I had left was to rent a car to move the boxes of my things and the few pieces of furniture I had decided to keep - my haul in Porter's attic had been incredibly rewarding and my new apartment had all the basics to make it look like a warm, inviting bohemian home in a while.

My phone rang suddenly, startling interruption to the romcom I was watching as I ate my last lunch in my old apartment. "Hello?" I answered the number without looking.

"Hi, doll," Bucky's voice rang out cheerful. "A little witch told me you were moving. I thought you might need a hand?"

I blanked momentarily, the thought of enlisting two very busy super-soldiers to haul ten boxes and two endtables worth of stuff not having crossed my mind at all. "Is this the moment when you stop by my house just to unattach and put your prosthetic arm somewhere and leave?" I asked, hearing distinctive snickering - several more people were with him.

The cheer in his voice blossomed into a full belly laugh. "You're funny," he teased me. "And thanks for the idea. But no, I have a room full of men that have nothing better to do but get on my nerves. Might as well make 'em useful," his accented drawl thickened the more we spoke. Muted cheers rang out in the background.

"Uh, sure," who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth? I rattled off my address and warned them I didn't have a car, after which Bucky assured me it will be taken care of. The last remaining knick-knacks packed away, I went down to take out the trash, and returned to four people standing in front of my apartment building, all except one unrecognisable in their civilian clothes. "Hello," I waved at them, side-eyeing the tallest, grumpiest man of the bunch.

Stephen Strange was there, looking around curiously, hands in the pockets of his plain grey hoodie. I had already forgotten how normal he looked without his robes, and, frankly speaking, I preferred him like that. His title and the attire that came with it were quite intimidating.

"Hey there," a dark-skinned man who I recognised to be the Falcon, raised his hand. I had not met him yet. "I'm Sam, Sam Wilson. You must be the Star we're helping?" His quick once-over and the tilt to his lips; the ease with which he flirted had me brandishing smirks of my own. I led them all upstairs, Stephen's silence being just so loud. Sam, however, had no such reservations. "So, you're a witch, right?" Wow, subtlety was his middle name.

"Yes, I'll show you my broomstick," I deadpanned, wiggling my eyebrows at him with a grim look.

"Woah woah," Sam raised his hands as the three men behind us snickered loudly. "What happened to 'how are you? let's have dinner sometime'?"

I did my best imitation of an evil cackle as I let them through my front door. The four newcomers looked around my nearly empty apartment with muted interest before zeroing in on the pile of things in the corner: a few pieces of furniture and nearly taped boxes. Should be a walk in the park for four men.

A hand on my arm pulled me from the stupor of observing Sam, Bucky and Steve act like a well-oiled trio, bantering and teasing each other as they discussed how to best move the things.

"Look," Stephen Strange had all the appearance of a chastised puppy. "I wanted to apologize for my behaviour that day. I was out of line," the low notes in his voice made the appearance of the apology being somewhat reluctant. Tony probably put him to it after our little burger run.

Irregardless, I wasn't looking to make any enemies. "Me too, I was under stress - not that I'm using it as an excuse," to give where it's due, I nodded at the sorcerer, immediately awestruck by the easy, boyish smile that stretched on his lips.

"You are strong," he added. "If you would like to learn our ways, we would welcome you." There was a spark in his eyes, something belonging to man that respected and collected knowledge. My own respect for him grew immensely just from that one thing.

"I'll think about it," I offered amicably, however, I still leaned heavily towards a negative answer to that particular proposition. I liked my current way of life.

Strange's grin made a momentary second appearance, until Sam's voice rang loudly: "Fire in the hole, Wizard-man," causing the former to groan loudly and look at me.

"Think about your new place for a second," he spoke, briefly touching out fingertips. As soon as that was over, a golden circle with my new living room on the other side of it appeared quietly, Strange's hands immediately going back into his pockets after that. I sighed and pointed the men into it, stepping in a second after. The sorcerer wasn't far behind. "You could learn that, too, you know," he added wryly, having seen my look of mild envy directed at him.

"I think I'll be good with having the 'pissed off the sorcerer Supreme and lived' pass for now," I retorted with an eyeroll, turning around to stare him down.

He had the decency to look somewhat sheepish, at least. "I'm not like my predecessor," his words were chosen carefully. "And, to be honest, I have no clue as to why your... Boss is so hostile towards me- us," Strange looked around the room before unceremoniously beelining for the couch and plopping down on it.

"Not to be a gossip," I started, slightly intrigued. "But Odette and some lady she called ancient had mad beef," I slipped into casual language easily, trying to recall the details of Odette's, quite often jumbled, stories. "Sounded almost like territorial disputes," I shrugged. "And the apprentices Odette took on before me found themselves in all kinds of compromising situations," I chewed on my lip. "Like the Arctic."

Strange rubbed his face with a noisy groan, large hands doing nothing to mask the resignation and slight embarrassment.

I focused on the thin, red scars on his hands - they had to have been something serious, the way slight tremors betrayed the deteriorating state of the nerves in his fingers. I frowned, quickly averting my gaze before he could catch me ogling him. The fact thag Stephen kept his hands in his pockets or covered by gloves at all times didn't go over my head.

He muttered something to himself, something that sounded like he was often forced to clean up his predecessor's mess. "I see," was the only thing he'd offered me, looking slightly pitiful and apologetic.

"Well," I started, noting the last of my stuff was about to be in its rightful place, "as long as you don't toss me into the ocean, I think we can coexist peacefully."

"Tony would kill me if I'd tried," Stephen groused.

"Probably," I agreed. "Considering the fact he hit on me, for you, it would make one hell of a lover's quarrel," my hand pointed towards the kitchen as Steve and Sam carried in the boxes aptly labeled "kitchen", looking around a place to put them down.

"Tony did what now?" Stephen's tone dropped, a wry smirk decorating his lips as he eyed me through his lashes.

"Don't ask me," I raised my palms, feeling my eyes widen. "He's chaos personified and Satan only knows what he's got on his mind."

That squeezed a laugh out of the tall man, followed by a fond, sappy smile as he looked out of my large, panoramic window, probably thinking of Tony himself. There was no doubt, Stephen Strange was utterly and throughly head over heels in love with Tony Stark. Good for them, good for them.

"A-and that's it," Bucky walked in, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel I'd provided them earlier. "I took some liberties and assembled the furniture, Steve is stacking the dishes as we speak," the brunette noisily plopped down next to me, arm carelessly thrown behind me on the back of the couch.

"Oh, um," I stammered, unused to such random gestures of kindness. "Thanks a lot, you saved me a day's worth of time and a backache," I smiled, scooting over to make some room for Sam.

"No problem, not like we had anything better to do than argue which part of the Lord of the Rings is the best," Wilson rolled his eyes, elbowing Bucky none-too-gently.

Bucky elbowed back, thus starting a horsing war between the two, causing me to scoot closer to Stephen as I attempted to avoid any flailing limbs; the sorcerer and I shared an identical, perplexed sigh as to how two grown men could easily bait each other into such juvenile behaviour.

Whatever. It was kind of endearing.

Steve emerged from the kitchen dusty but smiling, having heard the commotion, and quickly herded his guys into a semblance of decent behaviour before all of three of them left, leaving me and Stephen to go back to my old apartment and give the keys to it to the guard. That was done, too, and a portal from an alley behind my old building straight into my living room had me and Strange awkwardly hovering, saying out goodbyes and waving to each other as the golden circle rapidly shrunk in size and disappeared, golden sparks scattering across my living room carpet for a short second before they fizzled out, too.

I used the brief moment of respite to find the small piece of paper containing the rules Porter had insisted I read and take seriously; figuring it might be a good idea to give them a read before beginning to unpack, I popped open a bottle of soda, holding the itemized list written in neat cursive to my face.

The further I read, the further my eyebrows rose:

"1. Keep your door locked at all times.

2. If a person knocks on your door claiming to be the mail man, do not open the door under any circumstances. You are free to ignore the knocking - it only lasts a minute or so. After the person has left, you may open the door and check for any packages.

3. If Samantha from 3B visits you and asks you to babysit, you may do so at your personal discretion. Her twins are a handful and their daily habits are not for the ones with a weak stomach, however, they mean nothin ill and will not harm you in any way.

4. Do not use the elevator between the hours of 1 and 4 AM.

5. There are no apartments under number "7". If someone claiming to be from those apartments knocks on your door and requests entry, come up with a polite excuse to decline and send me a text message. I will take care of it.

6. There is no garden on the premises of this building. If a man approaches you, claiming to be a gardener, don't interact with him and simply walk away. He will leave you alone.

7. You may meet a girl in a polka-dot dress playing in the hallways or in the stairwell. This is Lucy. Always be polite to Lucy - you won't like what will happen if you're rude to her. She does not talk but she knows limited ASL and may request to visit you. Allow her in ONLY if you have fresh meat in your fridge (beef or mutton, preferably bloody). You might want to avoid seeing her eat, however, it might be very beneficial to make friends with Lucy. She knows a lot of things.

8. If, when taking the stairs, you encounter inconsistent numeration of the floors, such as floor 2 followed by floor 5 and etc, simply walk a flight back. It will sort itself out. The building is old and sometimes it gets confused.

Important notice: these rules apply to your guests as well. Please make sure to introduce and educate them on these matters. We will help as much as we can should a situation arise but ultimately, there are fates far worse than an untimely, however swift, death.

- Porter and Lance."

A slow, creeping dread began to gnaw at my nape, curling on like a cold snake deep in chest. As if laughing at me, the warm, welcoming embrace of the green walls and the toothy, wide smiles my landlords had given me encouraged my recently found sense of adventure, all of it mixing into a cacophony of exhilaration and unease, equally steadily driving my running brain insane.

I sighed again, immediately going to the box containing my altar and the rest of the protective items. So much for peace.

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can o request one with tsukishima and a second or first yr manager.... they like each other but since tsukki is a salty ass he said some insulting things to her which resulted to her becoming distant and scared(???) of him HIHI. FLUFF ENDING PLS

caught in the moment

Tsukishima Kei x fem!reader

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 - 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

[a/n: yes yes yes!! Thank you for requesting anon, I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to make this a multiple part fic...this was a very inspiring prompt 🥺 ugh just look at him :(( I luv this boy so much ❣️I feel like this is cannon Tsukki behavior, he would definitely go too far with teasing the person he likes since he’s so emotionally unavailable sometimes. This actually has an angsty ending but it will get fluffy, I promise. I hope this isn’t too bad...I’m not super cofident with how it came out.  Anyways, here you go! enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

Being the team manager of a bunch of highly energetic boys was definitely a challenge. Thankfully, you weren’t alone. Having Kiyoko and eventually Yachi by your side. You joined once school had started up seeing that you had used to play volleyball in middle school. A very promising wing spiker that was rumored to do very well, possibly even play in pro teams. That all changed in your last game of the season. You had landed a bad spike that was easily received. Once you had landed back on the court, distracted by your loss, you landed very wrong and injured your knee. You had slowly recovered with painfully long hours of physiotherapy but you had to always wear a brace on your right knee just to keep it stable. You hadn’t played volleyball since. You desperately wanted to but you were afraid to mess up again. So you decided to ease back into the sport by being a team manager. Then, you met him.

Tsukishima Kei.

He was a big, big, big pain in your ass. Especially after Coach Ukai came on board. He had learned of your success as a wing spiker and occasionally as a middle block, and had you help out Tsukishima and Hinata. Hinata was ecstatic, he didn't mind since he used to practice with the ladies from the community center but the same couldn’t be said about Tsukishima.

He scoffed and asked how a shrimp could teach him how to block. You quickly shut him up when you had successfully blocked out one of Asahi’s spikes. That didn’t mean he was compliant. He was far from it. Always putting in the bare minimum and it irked you to no end...but, yes there’s a but, there was times where you could see how happy he was to have gotten a good block. His expression didn’t really show it but it was all in the eyes.

Oh how you could get lost in those pools of gold.

He definitely took notice. He wouldn’t admit it but, he admired you greatly. He knew about what happened in middle school. He saw the limp in your step.He also saw you practicing with Hinata and the third years during lunch or after practice. He hated how inferior he felt around you. Despite being permanently injured, you had a smile on your face. No matter how many times you had to repeat basic instructions for setting up to block, you still believed in him. You smiled when he accomplished something, even if it was something done with minimal effort and you tell him, ‘See, I knew you could do it!’ He hated it, not really, but he did. You were also very attractive. Adorable eyes and smile, a dangerously enticing body, and sharp tongued. He thought it was hot that you could keep up with his wit.

Then it started happening. His heart would beat faster whenever you smiled at him. It would beat wildly when your shoulder brushed against his arm. He would feel fuzzy and warm at your praises. Sugarawa had taken notice to the longing glances you both shared when the other wasn’t looking, the blush that would tint your cheeks when the tall blonde would lean down to tease you. So, of course, he told Asahi and Daichi. The captain just shook his head. Of course he was intrigued but it was none of his business. Asahi felt the same but he was definitely more open to fan-boying over the two first years.

Tsukishima had also realized that he didn’t like when someone flirted with you. Whether it was Tanaka and Noya messing around or what he was scowling at in the current moment.

You were blushing and stuttering because of Nekoma’s captain. Rooster head was wooing you with a copious amount of flirty remarks and compliments. Along with that owl headed loud mouth from Fukurodani. You had caught the eye of many during the summer training camp. Especially when you walked into gym #3 in those spandex shorts and a Karasuno pull over.

“O-Oh!” You had squeaked, “I didn’t think anyone would be here.”

“And why are you here so late, chibi-chan?~” And that’s when it started. He had just come in for his towel and was asked to stay and practice and you walked in before he could answer.

“So? What do you say Tsukishima?” Bokuto turned to the blonde who sighed.

“We just had a whole day of training, why would I want to practice more?” He took off his glasses and cleaned them with his towel.

“That’s a great idea! You could learn a lot from these three, Tsukishima-kun! More than you could from me.” You had clasped your hands together, grinning. Akaashi seemed a bit taken aback that you had even noticed him.

“What do you mean? Are you a coach?” Bokuto had leaned down a bit, his face a bit too close to yours.

“W-well no b-but I help him and Hinata practice their blocking.” 

“You help them with blocking?” Kuroo was intrigued, if you were helping them then maybe you were pretty good.

“Not well enough.” Tsukishima scoffed.

“Yeah well maybe you’d learn something if you put in the effort.” You retorted, arms crossed and eye brow quirked.

“Well since you think you’re such hot stuff, why don’t you take my place and practice. I’m heading to bed.” You rolled your eyes at his words and that’s what you did. You explained your situation and you practiced in a 2v2. You and Bokuto vs Kuroo and Akaashi.

After a couple of rounds, you all sat around to cool down.

“So why haven’t you joined the girls team? You’d do really well there.” Akaashi asked as he gulped down some water.

“Well, I-I actually don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.” You shrugged. You weren’t exactly lying, you hadn’t really thought about it much.

“Liar.” Kuroo chuckled, a knowing smirk on his lips. “It’s because of that Tsukishima jerk, right?”

“What-what’re you talking about?”

“Oh come on! I saw the little looks you give him. How he gets a little flustered when you praise him during a game. I’d say that you have a crush on him.” Your reaction was priceless. Wide eyes, furious pink across your cheeks and mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“Oh ho ho! You have a crush!” Bokuto chuckled loudly. “(Y/n) and Tsukishima sitting in a tree! K.I.S.S.S.I.N.G!”

“Leave the poor girl alone, Bokuto.”Akaashi spoke in a bored tone, smacking the boy upside the head.

“Akaashi!”

And thus started the endless teasing. During day training and the extra training in gym #3. Tsukishima didn’t like it one bit. You were paying less attention to him and more to the two over-zealous captains. He had a grimace all through breakfast when Kuroo called you over to join Nekoma for a change. He watched as you happily chatted with the team, laughing at jokes, blushing at Kuroo’s shameless flirting, even getting Kenma to look away from his phone and have a conversation about Animal Crossing, exchanging info so he could invite you to his island.

He was pissed, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“What’s wrong Tsukki?” Yamaguchi asked as he sat right in front of his scowling friend, playing with the food on his tray.

“(Y/n)! Is that all you’re eating? Here have some more grilled fish!” His scowl grew deeper as he watched Lev place pieces of fish in your bowl of rice, not missing the blush on your face when you stuttered out a thank you.

“Nothing Yamaguchi, I’m fine.” He basically growled as he pushed his seat out, forcefully picking up his tray and throwing out the untouched food, making a point to slam the door open and marching out.

“I wonder what’s gotten into Tsukishima.” Daichi frowned as he took a seat with Suga and Asahi.

“I think I know what.” Suga had a sly look on his face as he gestured over to you and Lev. The both of you conversing excitedly about something. “I think he’s jealous because a certain first-year manager is getting attention from the other teams.” The silver headed setter giggled. A look of realization washing over their features.

That jealous anger had definitely affected his playing. His usually calculated movements were off and he was awfully distracted. They had lost match after match and those punishment dives took a toll on everyone. You had taken it upon yourself to convince the managers that it was a good time to cut up the watermelon that was donated by a parent. They quickly agreed, the thought of a sweet and cool slice of the fruit enticing them as well.

“Alright boys! Break time!” They all had sped over to grab a slice of watermelon from their respective manager.

“Thank you, (y/n)-san.” Daichi smiled. The others following in suit, thanking you and grabbing a slice of the fruit.

“Thanks shrimp.” Tsukishima plucked the last piece from your outstretched hand, his fingers brushing against yours and smirking at the blush he caused. “What’s wrong? Do I make you nervous?” He leaned in closer, so close that if you had moved an hair closer, your noses would have brushed.

“Pfft...as if.” You turned away, leaving him amused as he stalked away

Training had ended on another sour note, chests heaving after another round of of punishment dives. You changed into shorts and a t-shirt again and made your way back to the gym.

“Hey Hey! You ready for more training?” Bokuto jumped excitedly. You guys had been in the middle of another set when Lev came bounding in, followed by Hinata and Kageyama.

You decided to take a break and help Lev with his receiving.

“Lev, you’ve gotta bend your knees lower. Loosen up, you’re too stiff.” You instructed from beside him, lowering yourself as an example.

“That invitation to train with us is still open, you know?” Bokuto’s words made you perk up and turn to the doors, and sure enough, there stood the tall blonde.

“I just came in for my shoes.” A fake smile painted his lips as he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand, meeting your eyes before you quickly turned away.

“WHAT?! You’re turning down training with the captains of powerhouses? No fair!” Hinata whined.

Tsukishima ignored him completely. “What’s wrong (y/n)? Did they finally get annoyed with you?” He scoffed.

“N-no...I’m just taking a break.” You spun the ball in your hands.

“I’m sure. I mean, I bet those short legs of yours must get tired easily.” He snickered. No one really laughed, they were unsure if he was actually insulting you or if he was playing around.

“My legs are perfectly fine. Even if they are short, I definitely jump way higher than you.” You smirked. You had grown accustomed to his teasing and to take his words with a grain of salt. But this time, your words seemed to have hit right in his inferiority complex.

“Then why’d you ever stop playing? You’d be doing us a favor by joining a team so I don’t have to hear your irritating complaints about how much I suck but I guess that’d be hard with a bum knee. I mean, you can barely even walk without limping.” He hadn’t really thought about the word vomit that was leaving his mouth. He was just letting out his anger and jealousy. He didn’t notice that you started crying. He had gone too far. His eyes widened ever so slightly.

“(Y/n)...” Lev asked carefully, placing a hand on your quivering shoulders.

“You know why I complain, Tsukishima?” The fact that your voice was so steady and venomous sent shivers down his spine. “I complain because I care about you! I know you can do better than how you’re doing now. I also know that if you don’t put in more effort, Ukai is taking you out of the starting line up! And I know it’s going to hurt me seeing your potential go to waste because I-I...” The stale silence that followed made everyone uncomfortable. No one knew what to do. Comfort you or reprimand Tsukishima.

They watched as you let the ball drop from your hands and you slumped to the exit. “I’m sorry for causing a scene. I’m going to bed. Goodnight everyone.” Kuroo flinched at how broken you sounded. He couldn’t blame you. The guy you liked had basically just called you annoying and teased you about a major insecurity. They watched as you left the gym, shoulder shaking as more tears made their way down your cheeks.

“Not cool man.” Was all Kuroo had to say as he followed you out. Concern clearly etched on his face.

“Tch...whatever.” He gritted his teeth and walked out before hearing Yamaguchi call for him and charge in his direction.

“(Y/n)...”Kuroo called out to you. You were leaning against the outside of the gym, hand clamped over your mouth. He approached you with open arms, an embrace being exactly what you needed. You slumped against him and buried your face into his chest. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re amazing.” You chuckled weakly.

“Thanks Kuroo...”

Back with Tsukishima, Hinata decided to scold him about how he should be more careful with his words and how he should go apologize. As much as he disliked the orange haired idiot, he agreed that he owed you an apology. So he made his way behind the gym, peering around the corner when he heard Kuroo talking.

“There’s no need to cry. Those ugly tears aren’t fitting for a beautiful girl like you.” He cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears away. Unlike compliments before, there was no playful tone in his voice.

Your heart thumped wildly in your chest. There was no doubt that you had feelings for Tsukishima but having someone as handsome as Kuroo inches from your face was definitely making you feel some type of way. You bit your lip as you looked into his eyes, they were sincere. Then looking down at his lips. His eyes searched yours before he noticed where your gaze was. His own eyes looking at your plush lips before meeting your gaze once more. His thumb ran over your bottom lip and nudged it from its place, stressed between your teeth. You both leaned forward, caught in the moment, lips meeting in the middle. Melding together and moving in sync. Your hands moving around his shoulders and into his hair, his arms pulling you closer into him.

Tsukishima’s heart stopped once your lips met, looking away when neither of you pulled away from each other. His heart hurt. Next to being deceived by his brother, this really hurt him. He thought you had liked him. Was he wrong? Had he gotten his hopes up? He frowned at the confusion and betrayal that filled his body. Walking back to the dorms with a heavy heart and slumped shoulders.

When you and Kuroo had breathlessly pulled away, realization set in.

“This isn’t-I’m sorry, I don’t...I uhmm...”

“Relax. It’s fine. I know you don’t feel anything for me. And after that, I know I don’t either.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Excuse me! Are you saying I’m a bad kisser?” You gasped in an over exaggerated manner. Hand over your heart.

“Yeah, pretty much. In fact, that’s probably one of the worst kisses I’ve had.”

“Oh ha ha.” You laughed flatly. A slightly awkward silence followed. “We’re good right?” You asked unsure.

“Of course we are, chibi-chan, I know you have goo-goo eyes for that big mouth idiot.”

“Just how confused are you? I like Tsukishima, not Bokuto.”

“Oh my god. Goodbye. I thought you were going to bed. It’s definitely past your bed time.” He ran a hand down his face in playful annoyance. Sighing when you were out of hearing range. “You really are something, chibi-chan.”

Back inside the gym, Hinata was ranting about  his teammate.”I don’t understand how he could be so dense.”

“You’re one to talk.” Kageyama snickered, although it went completely over his head. “But I guess he realized that he was rude and went to apologize.” Kuroo froze.

“He what?”

“He went to apologize.” Hinata repeated.

“When?”

“What’s wrong?” Bokuto cocked an eyebrow at his friends abrupt worry.

“Uhh a few minutes ago, I think. He went right around the corner. Why?”

Kuroo groaned and slapped his forehead. “He probably saw it.”

“Saw what?” Lev asked as he absentmindedly tossed the ball from hand to hand.

“I kissed (y/n).”

“YOU WHAT?!”

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Wolf!Ateez Reaction to finding their mate

warnings: strong language, blood, violence, slight possessiveness, smoking

a/n: this has more open endings & sorry for the long writings; also I have a littler writer block at the moment & I am definitely not pleased with this but I have to write through it until it’s getting better again 😂

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k i m h o n g j o o n g

„is this the last one?“

„yes, alpha.“

hong joong eyed the rogue in front of him and gave the omegas the sign to kill the scum off. there were indeed too many attacks in the last months and he wouldn’t risk it to lose one single soul of his own pack again.

you watched everything with a stoic face and decided to try as quiet as possible to leave from the scene but right as you made a step back with your paw you tripped over a branch.

hong joong turned around like all his omegas and the beta, although you had a distance between you like a few hundred meters he knew where the sound came from and before you could see how they were changing and running after you the wind brushed through your fur at the high speed you were passing the trees.

fucking shit, you were a really good runner but beating an alpha when he’s angry wasn’t a good idea at all. it couldn’t get any better because a mesmerizing scent filled your nostrils and distracted you only more so eventually before you could reach your own territory something pounced on you and lunged for your neck.

hong joong being in his rage didn’t even realize that the sweet scent the female wolf in front of him giving off was his mate, only before he could hurt you he looked into your beautiful eyes and froze. you still struggling under him to get free recognized all the other wolfs gathering around your two entangled forms and with a deep growl he clarified for them to leave.

hong joong changed back and watched you in awe, keeping you in place with his arms. you snorted at him when he neared your neck to take a sniff from the sweet aroma you were giving off. why did your mate had to be the kim hong joong? you changed back, too.

„hello there, little mate“ he smiled at you, eyes golden and fangs still showing from the excitement. you raised one eyebrow at his words, little? and why was he looking at you with those loving eyes, he wanted to kill you a second ago.

„can you, maybe, please get off of me?“ your wolf protested at your remark, she didn’t want your mate to leave you at all. hong joong and his wolf on the other hand purred at the sound of your voice but he soon realized why you were being so hostile towards him. he smelled that you came from another pack, wondering if the territory in front of him was yours.

„I am sorry, I thought you were a rogue... I wouldn’t have tried to attack you if I wasn’t this angry before, you know the rogues are a huge problem these days...“ his eyes were glued to the ground and you saw the honesty in his eyes and he was right, it was the reason you have been there in the beginning.

„I - my name is Y/N...“

a big smile spread on his face and he thought to himself. „Y/N...what a beautiful name“ he looked at you with pure adoration and you blushed hard because of being naked in front of him and only being able to shield alway your most private parts, what an embarrassing start to find your mate.

„maybe we should go to your pack first? I mean, if I am allowed to guide you there...“ okay, who would’ve thought that the ruthless alpha could be a gentleman? but your heart nearly busted at the thought because he also tried hard to not look at your exposed body...

„I think it would be okay“ you gave him a cheeky smile and he gave you one in return

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p a r k s e o n g h w a

park seong hwa was probably the most popular wolf in your pack. he was handsome, a good fighter and had the best manners. every unmated female admired him and wished to be his mate, the boy himself watching how every friend of his finding their own and him being the only one still unmated...

he was sad, to be honest. he tried everything from visiting every other pack in the region to travel to other countries but nowhere he was able to find that delicious smell of his mate everyone was talking about.

and there was you. a not really admirable girl with zero talents, as you thought so yourself. your birthday was tomorrow and then you would be able to find your mate.

you occasionally played with the thought of it being seong hwa, your best friend knowing you had a crush on him since you were small. but you knew in this universe there wasn’t a chance you could have him... only thinking about the two of you standing next to each other made your face fall... it just didn’t match at all.

apparently there were many prettier girls than you that were after seong hwa, too. everyone hoped a girl named hee seon would turn out to be with him... and you understood why they thought so...

but as the day came and you saw seong hwa in the town you couldn’t believe it. there he was, your mate. your mate as in park seong hwa, you sensed him before he could do so and a tear rolled down your face, no. this couldn’t be! you weren’t good enough for him...

you knew what to do and ran home as fast as you could, packing only the most important things. thankfully it already was evening and your chances to get away unnoticed were higher. you took a way through an unpopular part of the forest and the distance to your mate hurt your wolf, the pain only would worsen.

before you could make another step something attacked you from behind and you felt a sharp pain in your arm, seeing a bright white wolf plunging its canines deep into the flesh. you let out a loud cry and tried to get the wolf off you by changing but your own was too frightened and sad to do so...

the wolf let go of your arm and licked it‘s mouth from the blood, you could swear it was smirking. by that time you were already crying from the pain and fear and tried to crawl away from it. you saw the wolf lunging at you again but before it managed to attack another big black wolf jumped in front of you growling so loud it let your blood freeze.

you were smelling the rich aroma from the wolf and immediately knew it was your mate who came to rescue you. the other wolf fled before seong hwa could make a move knowing exactly it wouldn’t stand a chance against the big black beauty.

he turned around and you could hear whimpers leaving his form when he neared you carefully. he started licking on your wound to lessen the pain and snuggled into your neck to comfort you.

„please, no... just leave me here“ your heart and wolf hurt at those words but the black wolf stepped away from you and changed back to his human form. you averted your gaze to not see him naked and seong hwa reached out for you to take you into his arms.

„what are you saying... I love you... don’t you know how long I waited for this moment?“

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j e o n g y u n h o

ending up blindfolded and bondaged in a cage wasn’t really your plan when you managed to slip out of the kingdom for a night trip. you only wanted to visit the nearby town but managed to came into the way of some rogues who were attacking and chasing you all the way into the near forest. when one of them hit you with their big paw on the head you fell unconscious and now you were trapped in god knows where...

after a while you startled when you heard foot steps nearing you and suddenly the cage was opened and your blindfold was taken away from you leaving you trying to make out your surroundings in the moonlight.

in front of you two boys were eyeing you and one of them made a move to touch your hair. instantly you crawled back to the end of the cave and gave him your feisty eyes.

„haha, why so shy little wolf?“ they both snickered but stopped when someone else entered the room and your heart sped up the sight. you didn’t know why but you immediately felt the urge to present your neck to him. his eyes were glued on your bruised form in the cave and his heart fell at the sight.

„get her out of that!“ the two boys shrieked and grabbed you by your ankles and out of the cave. you shyly looked to the ground while they freed you from the rope and you pushed your knees up to your form to shield something of your body.

the boy that told them to free you crouched down in front of you and tried to catch your eyes. „princess, you’re far away from home, am I right?“ he knows who you are? you’re eyes widened at his question and locked them with his. he definitely was the most beautiful being you ever layed yours on...

„mh, it’s okay. don’t be afraid we won’t hurt you... my pack rescued you from the rogues.“

so they weren’t the ones attacking you? but why did they smell like rogues, too? „my name is jeong yun ho... and I think you know what we two are...“

„jeong yun - yun ho? you’re one of the notorious rogue pack leaders!“

you shivered back in fear and panicked when he tried to hush you, he motioned for his members to leave you alone and sat in front of you. he sadly looked to the ground. his wolf being embarrassed the princess being their mate and they only being a rogue...

„yes, I am... but please, don’t judge me before you know me, I am begging you“ he breathily said and you saw his eyes watering at your slightly disgusted look but you felt your wolf faltering...

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k a n g y e o s a n g

it was time yeo sang attended the yearly meetings of all the alphas of the region with his father, training to take over the task in the future. the alphas‘ families were also allowed to follow the invitation and at the evening their was a ball being held.

yeo sang checked his attire a last time in the mirror and ventured out of his hotel room to meet up with his father and mother downstairs. as they drove to the mansion yeo sang felt a slight excitement, something was definitely going to happen tonight but he couldn’t put a finger on what it was...

when everyone took a place on their reservated tables the ball was opened and yeo sang‘s gaze driftet through the crowd and caught some unmated alpha‘s daughters flirty looks on him.

he grinned to himself, always so thirsty the girls for a soon-to-be alpha... after everyone ate people started to spread all over the place and occasionally talked with each other. his father waved him over from the other end of the ball room and when he took his position next to him his breath was caught in his lungs.

there in front of him the daughter of a good befriended pack stood hand in hand with another future alpha. he felt his claws emerging at the sight and a sudden jelousy nearly eating him alive.

„fingers off from what is not yours!“ his wolf brought him to spit out the words in the most venomously way he was able to.

„what’s wrong son?“

„mate“

your own wolf pushed you away from your current boyfriend who also got into a fighting position, ready to attack the wolf that was trying to catch you away. the atmosphere in the room got heated when the two werewolves growled at each other. suddenly yeo sang smirked at the other wolf changing in highspeed and lunging at the younger boy going directly for his neck.

you cried out when you heard bones cracking and you changed, too, to stop your mate from killing jong su. just before he was able to break his neck you jumped on him and took him down. the two of your rolled through the room breaking tables and glasses. you knew you had to distract your mate so you sped outside of the mansion firing up the instinct in him to hunt you.

problem was, you underestimated the pretty and not very strong looking boy when he cought you after a few miles and went on top of you. you gasped and howled out when you felt the stinging pain in your neck of him marking you in your wolf forms and creating the mind link between the two of you.

„game over.“

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c h o i s a n

sweat formed on your forehead and you heard strange noises leaving your stomach. why the heck did you have to meet the wolf prince? you really hoped he wasn’t your mate hearing he was a cocky ass and too arrogant to stand... and to be presented in front of him with other unmated females like it was a bazaar he could choose of... your wolf let out an annoyed growl at the thought. you hoped there were other pretty girls he would get distracted by and leave you alone.

entering the hall where he would be waiting you focused your gaze on to the ground while walking and not once looking up. you felt the other girls getting into a line next to you and did so, too.

you heard guards talking to eachother and suddenly stopping when someone entered the room. this smell... you had to find the source of it so your eyes searched for every spot in the room to find it. and there he stood. a young boy, indeed prince material, already watched you with his hands behind his back and a slight smirk playing on his lips.

oh no, please no!

he emerged your form with confident steps and all the other girls gasped some seemingly jealous because of the attention he gave you. well, not one of them being able to feel what you felt in that moment... the feeling of meeting your mate for the first time.

your became really insecure with your attire, you didn’t want to look your best for the prince because of reasons but now you wished you had put more effort... you bowed down in front of him feeling that it was expected from you.

„my prince...“

suddenly your mate chuckled and put his warm hands on your chin to lift your face.

„I am sorry, but I think I am not the one you think I am... prince woo young will arrive in a few minutes... but I think you won’t have to see him anymore.“ he winked at you and you felt your cheeks heating up because of embarrassment.

„my name is choi san, first protector of the wolf prince but if you like to address me as a prince I am happy to call you my princess“

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s o n g m i n g i

min gi couldn’t believe his eyes, out of all places he found you in fucking club, dancing down on someone‘s crotch that wasn’t his.

he was mad, furious even. his wolf pushed him to you and he grabbed the dumb boy by his neck and smashed him to the ground letting out a protective growl in the process.

you stood there shocked and gasped when the tall boy grabbed you by your waist and pushed his nose into your neck muttering a low ‚mine‘ that shook you to your bones, your knees practically went week at this and he held you tight before they gave out under you.

„what’s your name angel?“

„y/n... you, you and me-“

he smirked at you confidently and guided you out of the club. he steadied you against a wall and took in your body from your toes up to your eyes. he purred at the sight and really liked what he saw, your little dress leaving little to imagine what beauty lied under it only for him to see and feel.

„fuck, you’re so hot... what a lucky wolf I am...“ you deeply blushed at his statement and started to fiddle with your fingers not knowing what to say or do. usually you were a confident girl who liked to party and always caught the gazes of the boys. but with this one, your mate, you felt like a shy high school girl...

he chuckled a little bit and pushed a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, the skin he touched immediately forming goosebumps in the process. he leaned down and took a sniff of your hair.

„well, my name is song min gi, and I would like to ask you if we want to leave this place.“

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j u n g w o o y o u n g

four years of hard training. four years of blood, sweat and tears... and the result was a fiery and unstoppable assassin with only one goal. kill jung woo young, the future wolf king.

being born by a rogue mate couple you always have been an outsider in the pack that decided to take you in after they killed your parents. being adopted by the alpha that held a grudge against the wolf king that killed his own mate he decided for you to fulfill his desire of revenge.

and that’s how you got into the situation of sneaking into the palace at midnight and into the chambers of the wolf prince. he layed there soft breaths leaving his mouth. you took out your knife and placed it on his neck but something stopped you from slicing into it... your wolf pleaded with you to not do it. you suddenly started to sob into your left hand being so exhausted and disappointed in yourself for not being able to kill off the boy.

one tear fell on the boy‘s face and his eyes opened flinching at recognizing the knife on his throat and the girl above him. his eyes turned into a rich golden color and he slowly felt the pull to you.

„what are you doing, my soulmate?“

mates... you heard of the phenomenon. was it the reason your wolf stopped you? why was the thought of him getting hurt more painful than thinking of the consequences for your thoughtless behavior right now?

„y - you don’t have to do it... please, we are meant for each other...“

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„hey, jong ho! you already heard? sweet y/n‘s birthday is tomorrow, I am really curious who’s the lucky guy to fuck that pretty thing.“

one of his friends eyed your small form through the windows of the ice cream shop where you happily chatted with children. nearly every male wolf was swooning over your personality and charms and if you were considered the sun of the pack he probably was the moon. well, seems like a bad metaphor...

he was the bad guy of the pack. the one who always got into a fight and chilled with the troublemakers, making out with the hot chicks. you on the other hand probably never have been touched before and were too pure for him. although he wasn’t into girls like you something triggered him to keep an eye on you wherever he saw you.

he threw his cigarette to the ground and scoffed at his friend. „poor bastard who gets such a lame and unattractive mate.“

you were so excited, waking up in the morning you already felt it. today you would meet your mate. your friends hyping you up since a month and making you nervous in the process, too. you decided to celebrate your birthday in a bar tonight and you went for a pretty sexy look, despite you always being keen on wearing not too revealing clothes.

the moment you saw him making out with a definitely more exciting girl than you your heart literally broke... the fact that choi jong ho knowingly watched you suffering from the scene made your blood boil. you vanished back to the restrooms blocking yourself out in a cabin and cried into your knees on the ground.

did you deserve this? the most beautiful day in your life also turned out as the most gruesome... being rejected by your mate was one of the worst things a wolf could feel in their life. something in you broke and maybe alcohol was the curse for your pain.

he couldn’t take his eyes off you. swaying from side to side with your too short dress and all those bastards checking you out like they had the right to. he just wanted to play with you a little bit but the plan obviously backfired when his wolf went rigid at one of his friends smacking your ass from behind.

in a second he had the boy by his collar and pushed him against the bar. he went to grab your hand planning bring you to a safer place but you were quick to get out of his grasp.

„no! you are a b - bastard, choi chong do!“ your words came out so slurred he had to listen carefully.

„y - you don’t have a rrright to take me anywherrrr!“

„oh, believe me. I have any right to take what’s mine!“ and with that he swang you over his shoulders like a prey and vanished out of the bar.

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BnHA Chapter 268: Please Don’t Tap on the Glass

Previously on BnHA: Dabi revealed his true identity to Hawks! His real name is actually [sound of semi truck horns blaring]. What’s that? You didn’t hear me? I said it’s [sound of dolphins chattering]. You really need to listen better. Anyway, so Dabi set Hawks on fire a bunch of times, and Hawks had some flashbacks indicating that Endeavor saved him when he was a small child, and just when it was starting to look like we might get our second tragic death chapter in a row, Tokoyami showed up to defend his mentor! Meanwhile in Jakku, Miruko remembered that even though kicking ass is fun and she’s really good at it, she still had a job to do, so she sped off toward Ujiko’s little hideaway, getting stabbed and impaled a bunch of times along the way and losing an ear and shit (I very much look forward to the cyberpunk robot-limbed Miruko 2.0 that we had better fucking get once this arc is over). Fortunately Endeavor showed up to help her out! Anyway, so absolutely no one was talking about this last week, but the chapter totally ended with Miruko about to bust open Tomura’s bacta tank with a badass roundhouse kick, so, uh. Shit might be about to go down you guys.

Today on BnHA: Shit does indeed go down, but at a very languid pace. Ujiko apparently built Tomura’s holding tank out of Nokia phones and kevlar, so even though Miruko gets a few good kicks in, she ultimately doesn’t do more than just crack it. So now the tank is just standing there leaking ominously while Ujiko sobs for no reason and we all ponder whether or not a 75%-charged Tomura will be any less doom-harbinging than the full-fledged deal. In the meantime we’ve got Girl Noumu thinking strategic thoughts and chucking acid at peeps; Crust still doing absolutely nothing; Endeavor not doing that much better to be honest; and Mic and Aizawa ready and raring to go kill the old man who turned their dead buddy into a sentient Einstein-Rosen bridge. Obviously I’m all in favor of this last bit, but I’m also on team “Mic and Aizawa not dying horribly” though, so. I do have some concerns here.

full disclosure, I’m very sleep-deprived for various reasons related to various things which can be broadly summed up as Just 2020 In General. so anyway, I’m dealing with it, but I’ve noticed that my rate of typos and errors and such has shot waaaaay up in this past week or so, so I’m just putting that out there that you may find some weird shit in this post! maybe I will write the same sentence maybe I will write the same sentence multiple times, or or the same word twice in a row by mistake, or use the completely wrong word. you are more than welcome to point this out and I will not take any offense and will indeed be grateful because I’ve apparently gone blind to it all! anyway so how are you I hope everyone is well

anyway! the chapter is early (god for all I know it’s been out for hours already. HOW FAR BEHIND AM I) so I’m recapping it early so that I will have more time to play Animal Crossing and fish and craft all of my troubles away. speaking of which Horikoshi, you had better not bring me any troubles this week, I am not in the mood do you hear

good fucking lord

is all of that Miruko’s blood??!? god, she’s even better at bleeding than everyone else. now hold up all you excited vampires, you all can get in line, I was here first

by the way Endeavor, I gave you a pass last week because your entrance was so fucking raw and you saved my girl’s life and that was really neat my man. but now that I’ve recovered from my shock and awe and am ready to be sarcastic once more, I just want to say... welcome to the party, guy. did you stop for drive-thru on your commute from the other side of the planet. were you simply not immune to the bizarre 5th dimensional time-stands-still effects of March 2020. are you curious at all how your son has changed during these past 20 years, and by “son” I am referring not to Dabi, but Shouto. are you looking forward to meeting all of Shouto’s children. are you excited to be a granddad. anyway thank you so fucking much for finally making your way down to this lair with all the speed and haste of a federal appeals process

and I see Crust is still fighting this guy after six decades

(ETA: I would be more upset about the scan quality here, but let’s face it, nobody actually cares about seeing this in HD. I’m sorry Crust.)

and we’re really expected to believe this is the very next ranked hero below Miruko. could it be that the hero ranking system is actually flawed. don’t tell me. I’m just as shocked as you are

seriously??

are we really going to stop and chat with Geriatric Hero: Crust over here. really. far be it from me to tell you how to do your job, Number One. but I’m just saying, I’m pretty sure he does still have... let’s just check... one... two... yep, two arms. not that I’m saying your system for prioritizing which of your fellow heroes to help out should be based off of the number of arms they have. but also I am saying that

OH SONNY BOY

is that a two-page panel of Aizawa Hatake Kakashi Shouta and his loyal husband Screaming Man leaping into the fray to take on some high end Noumus with their bad and sexy selves. I think that’s exactly what it is. are we blessed or are we blessed. Aizawa I’m pleased to see you haven’t aged a day and are looking just as fine as ever in this the year 2045

oh wow Endeavor I thought you had incinerated it

why wouldn’t you incinerate it. please incinerate it. did you not learn your lesson. please don’t start taking your cues from Dilly Dally Hero: Crust over here

oh wow

and yet Miruko was kicking all of their asses like they were made of plywood. really though guys. only number five. okay

Aizawa’s shouting that he wasn’t able to erase that last Noumu who was impaling Miruko because his vision was obstructed. that’s okay Aizawa, that’s why Endeavor is hopefully about to incinerate him

oh snap here we go

again, one has to wonder what kinds of interactions with rabbits Horikoshi has had in his troubled young life so as to influence his writing of Miruko’s quirk in such a way. did you at some point get rabbits confused with... I don’t even know. polar bears?! not that I’m fucking complaining holy shit

anyway, so just a friendly reminder that if Miruko dies here I will in fact push the button which triggers the hidden ejector seat built into Horikoshi’s office chair. he will be missed. but he had a good run

ho lyyyyyyy shit

so... Miruko I love you but... then why would you break the fucking vat apart with your moon-powered legs. Miruko. Miruko are you listening. oh shit she’s missing an ear I forgot. oh shit. oh shit

MIRUKO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BUT WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU JUST KICK THE BALD MAN IN THE LAB COAT INSTEAD goddammit well it’s been nice knowing y’all

well then. so this is happening. this is really happening. at least she saved us all from having to face the 100%-charged world-ending Tomura somewhere down the line. instead all we have to do is face the 74%-charged Tomura right fucking now. so that’s. ...I wonder how Tokoyami is doing

holy shit!

leave it to Girl Noumu to be the smart one. for a minute I thought maybe Ujiko had given her Ragdoll’s long-lost quirk. but then I realized that this isn’t a quirk at all, this is just her being smart and using her Big Noumu Brain. anyway so I’m preemptively sorry for having to root against you, Girl Noumu

so now she’s pondering how to disable Aizawa’s quirk. meanwhile I just remembered that we haven’t seen her quirk yet I think. please let it be something good

oh snap she ran away and made it out of Aizawa’s sight range oh fuck

the fuck is up with this thicc fucking Girl Noumu page I can’t tell wtf is going on

LOL OH SHIT

NOT TO WORRY GUYS SHE’S JUST SHOOTING BIG GIANT GLOBS OF ACID AT EVERYONE. can anyone tell if Endeavor has incinerated this Noumu yet down in the middle panel on the left. what is the fucking holdup

and now there’s a big double page of Miruko shattering Tomura’s Noumu Vat, and I can’t quite tell, but it looks like her eyes might be rolling back in a way which I decidedly do not like

(ETA: nah on closer inspection we’re good.)

didn’t she just do this like four pages ago. and how the hell did Tomura suddenly jump from 74% to 75% in like .2 seconds

oh thank god she’s still awake. but now she’s being dragged back now by the Noumu’s bone appendage things because Endeavor SERIOUSLY CANNOT GET HIS FUCKING ACT TOGETHER LONG ENOUGH TO FUCKING LIGHT ITS BRAIN TO ASHES ALREADY, LIKE SERIOUSLY THOUGH. WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL OF THAT TALK ABOUT THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING FAST AND THE DIFFERENCE A SPLIT SECOND MAKES

Miruko if we make it out of this alive, I’m promoting you to number one. Fatgum will be number two. the only two pro heroes in this arc who have actually impressed me at all. shame on the rest of you. shame

so now somehow or some way Miruko is being flung into Endeavor at the speed of light

I don’t understand this at all. did the Noumu retract those bone whips back into its body superfast while dragging Miruko back with them and somehow it managed to avoid being hit by her projectile body but Endeavor took the impact straight on. this doesn’t make any kind of sense to me with my admittedly rudimentary understanding of physics. but then again it is a fucking manga so I’m not about to call NASA and ask them if this could really happen. so this was a waste of a paragraph I guess!! my bad!!

swear to god this is like the fifth panel of Ujiko just screaming. please just stop. what do you have to be worried about anyway? although if Tomura suddenly went crazy upon awakening and just straight up killed you for no reason, that sure would be delightful! that wouldn’t happen, though. or would it

WHAT IS THIS FUCKING FISH TANK MADE OF

IS THIS A TUBE OF GLASS OR A FUCKING FALLOUT SHELTER

ENDEAVOR I’M GLAD YOU’RE CONCERNED ABOUT MIRUKO BECAUSE I AM TOO, AND ALSO IT’S ALWAYS NICE TO SEE THAT YOU DO HAVE A HEART, BUT ALSO MAYBE JUST LEAVE HER FOR NOW THOUGH, SERIOUSLY??

though on the other hand it’s already too late to stop this inevitable tide, so maybe at this point they should all just get the fuck out of there instead. at least Miruko did her fucking job and saved you all from having to face the invincible unstoppable version. that’ll be a real comfort to everyone when he’s out laying waste to the countryside, I’m sure. but still

-- oh no

the boys heard that. listen you guys, I want Ujiko to die as much as anyone, but I’m gonna need you to not go anywhere near Shigaraki fucking Tomura now or ever. please. do you hear me?? you two still have both of your ears goddammit I want some acknowledgement

-- NO!!!

(ETA: is that. a fucking Tomura dialogue bubble. something stirs in the east. a sleepless malice. the eyes of the enemy are moving.)

THE MANGA GIVETH AND THE MANGA TAKETH AWAY nooooo from 20 pages last week back down to the usual 17. I got spoiled. I expected too much. sob

so now we settle in to wait two weeks to see if Mic’s piercing tones can shatter this fucking adamantium tank like a wine glass. I’m not sure I’m ready for the Noumuraki Tomuracalpse you guys. then again by this point I’m braced for just about anything though so bring it