#theyre standing in the back like two giggling school girls

[luckyreds]

Nix looking at Dick like this while Sink says; "I'm damn proud of each and everyone of you" is criminal behaviour.

Like, Sir! 😳 Do you know what you look like rn?! 🤨hmmm.

[sideeve]

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requested. yes / no

req. Hello! Id like to ask if you could write a fanfic about young justice ill be as specific as possible Reader is like batmans daughter and she is like Glinda from wicked and Megan is like Elphaba and first they hate eachother like the song ‘What is this feeling’ but then they become friends and the young justice team gets a mission on a high school (i dont know what it could be about tho) and the day before (theyre already friends) and she gives Megan tips and allat like in the song Popular and then the team goes to school and all that I just want a fanfic where reader is a member from Young Justice (if you wanna write an x reader please let it be Wally x reader (if you dont want an x reader its okay tho!) Just please that Robin is like a brother to reader

“[name], meet Miss Martian.” Bruce steps aside, a green-skinned girl stepping up. “hi! i’m M’Gann.” she waves, a warm smile creeping up on her face. it wasn’t new for members to be added to the Young Justice. It was just formed, after all.

“what’s your thing? what makes you valuable to the team?” you cross your arm, fully turning towards her. it wasn’t your job to make people feel welcomed to the team. your job as a hero required you to be on guard at all times.

“hello, M’gann!” she softly hits her head with the palm of her hand. “i can read minds. and i possess telekinetic abilities.” she proudly explains.

from living with Bruce almost all of your life, you were taught to be on guard with newer people in your circle. after being taught about “The Light”, anyone and everyone you know could be in cahoots with them.

without a word, you turn around, leaving the cave.

did you hate her? no. she’s given you no reason to have hatred for her. but she’s given you to reason to trust her also. ‘giver her a few days’ , you say to yourself. everyone had to prove themselves at one point.

but not you. your notoriety of being somewhat reacted to Bruce Wayne, the man behind the mask, members of the league never questioned you and robin’s skills of playing as a hero on the team.

the following days had you on edge.

first, M’gann decided to cross the line and insert herself in the minds of your team, making you all feel vulnerable.

you put your hand on your head, seething in annoyance as you hear M’gann’s voice nagging away in your head. “stop it!” you shout, having enough. your heart stopped its pounding, calming you down a bit.

“that was an invasion of privacy! you don��t go into our thoughts without permission!” you yell at her. you don’t even know where this sudden outburst came from. on the usual, you were calm and collected. like a stone, some might say.

“i’m sorry. i just-” M’gann begins to defend herself before you stop her. “forget it.” you put your foot down, walking away.

then came her interruptions.

a holoscreen rose above Robin as he fell on his back, a point being taken away from him. “are you even trying?” you laugh, standing above him. “yes..” he grumbles before swinging his leg to kick yours but his lack of enthusiasm made him predictable. you easily dodge, flipping backwards and landing in a crouch.

“so predictable.” you laugh before a gust of force pushes you down, making you lose a point. you growl before turning to see who did it.

low and behold, the martian girl was responsible.

she stands there, giggling. “i win.”

“no, you costed me my winning streak! no one told you to join in. if you want to spar, wait for your turn!” you seethe before leaving.

your harsh words left a mark on her. she rubs her arm in shame before looking at Robin. “why does your sister hate me?” M’gann thought that she could be good friends with you when she first joined the team. two girls in a team full of boys? you two should be sisters by now. bonding on the weight of feeling like you need to prove yourself as an asset to the team.

“i dunno. i say she’s overreacting. but she’s never reacting at all so this is new to me.” M’gann sighs. Robin puts his hand on her shoulder. “don’t sweat it. she didn’t like Wally when she met him. still doesn’t but she at least tolerates him.”

that gave her a little bit of hope. but maybe she should steer clear of getting in your way. every time she’s encountered you, she’s managed to get you made every time.

then came time for high school. the year every teenager was excited and terrified for. each member had mixed feelings about it. You and Robin had no worries seeing as the school already thought high of you. but M’gann was terrified. what if they didn’t like her? what if they thought she was weird?

from the corner, you could see her battling the thoughts in her mind. you felt horrible for the way you had treated her previously from her arrival to the team. maybe you could ease her a bit.

“hey, M’gann.” you approach her, your face soft for once. you could sense her weariness. “how about i help you get prepared for your first day of school?” you give her a soft smile, her returning the gesture.

you sit on the edge of her bed as she sits on the floor while you do her hair. “i’m sorry for being a jerk to you.” you break the silence. “i’m just not used to having another girl in the team. i want to express gratitude but i can’t for some reason.” you sigh. “and i envy your magic. i think it’s cool.” you smile.

“what? your skills are amazing. it i had no abilities, i’d want to be like you.” she turns to look at you.

“your school is gonna love you.” the compliment makes her smile falter. “i don’t know.” she looks down. “well you aren’t going to the school green. despite how cool it sounds.” you walk to her closet, searching for a good outfit. “oh, this screams popular.” you chuckle, pulling the hanger with clothes out, picturing her in it.

she smiles. “hell, i might just transfer schools to see you in it.” you look up at her, grinning.

maybe she wasn’t so bad after all.

i’ve never seen wicker despite the rewrite coming out not even that long ago so i tried😭

request forum.

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I am requesting specifically bc you said it was okay!!! I would DIE for a Wanda or a Natasha x teen sister reader where r just wants to do normal fun teen things but bc Wanda or nat hadn’t done anything like it when they were teens they like freak out over anythinggggg (being 5 mins off curfew or missing one lesson at school automatically means being kidnapped by a villainous organization ofc ofc) idk if that idea makes sense but I have many thoughts and a bad way of saying them so if it doesn’t then please tell me and I can fix it!!!! Love you appreciate you stan you and your works theyre my silly little comfort scenarios ur so important to me n the world OKAY BYE LY

FunDeadly? Detours...

Omg this is so sweet WHAT! Thank you very much! I appreciate you for supporting me! :)

Second addition in the MARVEL EVENT

We started light today. Tomorrow not so much...

"It's fine, they know where I am at all times anyway."

Joking around down the street with your backpack on you walk towards the arcade. And spend the afternoon there.

-

"JARVIS! Where is she?"

"Whom are you talking about?" His crackled from above. Like everyone assumes God would talk to them.

"Y/N! She- she said 3:15. That's when she would be home every day. By then I'll be snacking in the kitchen. That's what she said. I remember."

"Miss Y/n is currently at the MorrisHead Arcade."

"What?"

"You need some back up?" The red head walked in.

"Let's go! Jarvis, where at this place is she?" Her loud footsteps echoed down the hall, mirroring her fast heartbeat.

"In the back, near the concession stand."

"No one takes my little sister." Her red powers flared in her eyes as her and Natasha left to get Y/n back. Little did they know.

-

Beep boop beep bop boop boop beep

"Hahhahah!" You leaned back, laughing at your friend, who was pointing out an Avengers poster on the wall. The artist had given Steve more nose than face.

"I am so taking a picture." Peter started to pull out his phone and walked over as a guy behind the counter with a yellow and red striped hat, came up with two paper plates and the smell of good pizza.

"Order for Spiderman!" He said, sounding like an ex-surfs up dude.

You took the plates as you heard a girl with the same striped hat yell out for Iron Man's order, which made a group of kids race around you toward the concession.

"Hey Pete, do you think that Wanda and them get paid for all the advertising they get legitimately everywhere." He was giggling at his phone as you shoved his slice of pizza into his hands. You had to talk over all the screams. Little kid screams with pizza in your mouth and cheese not wanting to stop you turn your head toward the front. Peter gave you a look. His spider-sense.

"Wah?" You said.

"Eat your pizza and get ready to save the day." He stood and started to cautiously walk around. Wiping your hand from crusty pizza bits, Peter jumped onto the ceiling. Just his spidy mask on. You froze. You had made it into the spotlight, and it blasted into your dark adjusted eyes.

"Y/n!" You heard her voice the second she said anything.

"Natasha? What's going on?"

"Where the hell have you been?"

"What?"

"3:15? My ass!" Her voice turned into a shout.

"Put the gun away!" You whisper-yelled at her. "There's kids here, one, and two, what is going on?" You asked astonishingly confused.

"We came to..."

"To...? What?"

"To save you." Wanda finishes.

"Save me? From what? From King Kong? Or the Leap Frog? Or Wreck-It-Ralph? Maybe Mrs. Pac-Man was holding me hostage!" You were so stunned that they acted like everything was literally life or death.

"That's not funny."

"You could have died."

"How? I am 10x stronger than everyone here. Besides Peter."

"Peter's here?"

"Where is that spider monkey?" Natasha muttered, putting her gun away and realizing the laughter and safety of the place.

"Did you ask him yet-"

"Shhh! What are you talking about!"

"Ask Peter what?" Natasha took a step towards you.

"Nothing." You glared at Wanda.

"You want to ask Peter nothing?"

"Yes. Can we go?" You said.

"I want to try the Pac-Man game." She stepped up to it, getting her powers out and at the ready.

"Wands, no. Oh my gosh. This is gonna take forever..."

"Wait but what did you want to ask Peter?"

"Yeah?" Peter's high pitched voice came from the ceiling as she firstly was going to cheer Wanda on but also is wondering about Natasha's question.

"Aaaa! Peter you can't do that!"

"Do what?" He quickly flipped back on the ground, removing his mask and shaking his hair, like a scene from a movie.

"We're cheering Wanda on. Right. Right. Wanda go right. Not- You got it."

--

"Y/n!!!"

"What are you doing here?"

"Get out here now." Moving out of your seat, and having a pretty awkward walk to the hall as Natasha had told you off infront of everyone.

"Take me to Miss Jefferson. I want to know why she marked you absent," She checked her phone. "42 minutes ago."

"What? No. I have math class. I don't want to miss anything. It wasn't Miss J's fault."

"Oh?"

"Well..."

"Where were you then. Y/n?"

"Nowhere."

"That's not a place I've heard of."

"I skipped, okay!"

"You could have died!"

"Not everything I do is going to be an apocalyptic event."

-

@ravensinthedaylight @may-z3 @youre-a-total--poser @betzabobababi @book-place @scarthefangirl @darkstar225

[lil-dinopup]

This was a commission from the lovely Sully who actually wrote a story for it!

Commissions are open if you like one~ This is a link to the prices!(This is the Link)

Story Credit: Sully (So def give her some love)

Story Below <3

“Todays finally the day!” Haruka smiles to herself as she gets ready for her morning run. ‘I get to spend all day with Minami and then a tea party with Towa? A real princess! Its going to be the best day ever!’ She claps her hands and smiles running out the door hurrying to the agreed meeting point.

Minami looks around seeing Haruka before waving to her. “Good morning Haruka. I’m glad we finally get a chance to do this its been so long since i had a chance to go on a good run.” The older girl nods at her girlfriend. “Ready to go?”

“I am too i love spending time with you.” Haruka blushes and pokes her fingers together. “O-oh yeah i’m ready to go!” She smiles before feeling a twinge in her abdomen. ‘I forgot to use the bathroom this morning ahhhh! I can’t ask to go now ill just have to go after our run its not that bad anyway.’ She blushes a little harder and the two begin there run.

Awhile into the mostly silent run Minami breaks the silence. “Are you excited for the tea party later? I know you’ll be very adorable in your princess dress.” Her voice is sweet as is the smile on her face. “I guess i should ask is it a ‘little’ tea party or a little tea party.” She air quotes little causing Haruka to blush.

“I-its a ‘little’ tea party its hard for me to stay big when I’m in my princess dress. Plus Towas a real princess and thats just the best~” She sighs dreamily before jumping a bit. “B-b-but you’re my favorite princess Mommy…I mean Minami!” She sighs a bit embarrassed to have slipped so easily. She winces that pressure in her bladder growing. ‘Almost there i’m okay!’

Minami giggles a bit. “I know i’m your favorite but nothing beats the real deal.” The two approach the school. “When we get back we can change and meet in your room and you can show me your new book youre so excited about.” Minami smiles at the Auburn haired girl.

Haruka’s eyes light her need to pee the last thing on her mind. “Yes yes yes please!” Her pace speeds up as they pass the school gates. “Ill see you in my room Minami!” She calls hurrying to her room to change. ‘Gonna show her my princess book~’ She hums to herself opening the door when Minami knocks. “Mo-Minami! Come in please.” She curtsies her little princess coming out.

“Why thank you Haruka shall we read?” She pulls Yui’s chair over to Haruka’s desk sitting down and patting the other chair. “You can even read to me. Since youre the princess expert.” She smiles at her little princess.

“Y-yes please!” Haruka sits in her chair getting her new book out starting to read aloud. “Lookie at there dresses Minami theyre so pretty!” She crosses her legs under her desk. Her bladder once again throbbing a signal. ‘Were reading body lemme have fun with mommy!’ She thinks to herself.

“Theyre very pretty but i like your dress more honey.” Minami kisses Harukas cheek causing the girl to blush.

“Th-thank youuuu that means so much coming from you.” She keeps reading when she suddenly stops and winces making a small whimper. “Mo-mommy?” Theres a small hissing noise as she stands up wet yellow trails flowing down her legs. “I-i had an accident…” She tears up and looks down at her wet dress and the wet stain spreading across the carpet.

Minami looks surprised for just a second before standing up starting to comfort the girl. “Oh oh princess its okay. It happens sometimes.” SHe kisses harukas forehead calming the younger girls sniffles. “Let mommy clean you up and then we’ll get you some…special princess pants how does that sound.” She smiles very gently making sure everything is okay with Haruka before anything.

Haruka grabs Minami’s hand and looks down at her wet spot. “A-are they diapers?” Haruka whimpers not wanting to be embarrassed in front of Towa later. The pink haired princess wears diapers herself but Haruka always felt she was a bit older in little space.

“They are special princess diapers kind of like Towa.” Minami smiles wiping Haruka’s eyes. “I promise you’re still a big girl. I just want you to be able to relax today. I think you got too excited and put it off too long this time.” Minami squeezes haruka’s hand comforting. “Lets go get you changed princess.” Haruka nods following her mommy still deeply embarrassed but feeling okay with Minami there.

[yestrnight]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ PURI☆PURI HEALING CUM GO! magical girl! childe / fem! reader

SUBJECT: oh no! while fighting the big bad monster, pure☆aqua accidentally let you, a civillian, get caught in the crossfire! before you transform into one of the baddie's goons, pure☆aqua needs to give you a magical girl's cum before it's too late!

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( reader n childe are switches, age gap: reader is nearing 30s and childe is college-aged, throatfúcking, perversion, theyre both perverts tbh, i switch between calling childe a magical girl n boy cuz hes both in a way yanno )

Most times in Lovey♡Dovey City, everything is all right in the world.

It’s a city overrun by dreaming and fashionable youths, appearing on magazine covers in their tweens and even designing for companies in their high school years. Handsome young men vie for pretty young girls who smile and giggle sweetly whenever they pull out a confession in the streets, and everyone just walks by like it’s nothing. Because it is nothing. This happens almost every day and no one bats an eye at it.

Except for you, who’s been role-assigned as the tired corporate slave who’s this close to losing their mind if you have to stomach another stupid fucking confession.

Aside from the vomit-inducing PDA that you have to tolerate every single day, Lovey♡Dovey City is pretty much a utopia to live in. The people are nice (except you), shops like to give away free things (you’ve been living off your neighborhood bakery’s bread), and they’re all pretty much attractive. It’s a city where people actually do what they need to do for the community, which includes you, because every functional society is backed by some sort of capitalist system. Hell, even the police try to do the best they can. Which isn’t much, but you can’t blame them.

Because once in a while, monsters overrun the city like it’s their goddamn place. And the police can’t do much about it because these monsters are freaking skyscrapers and their masters (dressed in black and dark purple and atrociously edgy makeup) all float and shoot off magical beams and cackle evil witch laughs. Yes, this is normal. You’re actually watching another evil entity looming over the city with a goon seated on their shoulder, munching on your bread like it’s no big deal. The majority of the people run and scream like the monster’s actually gonna do something, but you and a few others stay behind to watch the show that’s about to unfold.

“In the name of Love, the Pure☆Pures have come to stop you!” A girly voice shouts. You can barely make them out, standing on the edge of a building, but their voice magically resounds through the city. There are three of them today, and they’re clutching something to their chests as they bravely stare down the monster and its master.

“Come on, everyone! Let’s stop them!” The leader urges the other two, raising the star wand high in the air. “Pure☆Pure, ignite!”

Flash and sparkle ensue, and you and the other peasants down below gawk at the transformation sequence. They’re all glittery and pretty, as always, and while it is a sight to behold you always find yourself musing why the enemy just waits. Like, they’re right there. Naked save for strobes of light that will eventually turn into their sparkly sailor costumes. Of course, you don’t have any say in the matter, not when the Pure☆Pures are always saving your city from so-and-so evil organizations. Instead, you continue munching on your bread as they finish up their little show.

“Sweet as pie, Pure☆Cherry!” That’s this generation’s leader, always in pink, just like her predecessors. She's fresh-faced and youthful, probably in her first year of high. What’s with these teens and fighting magical monsters, anyway? In high school, you were just playing at the arcade or goofing around like stupid kids do. You know, doing ordinary stuff and not saving the world.

“Stars, shine on me! Pure☆Twinkle!” This one is clad in yellow, hair a blazing sunset orange that you think is supposed to mimic a comet’s trail. She’s always upping the fanservice for the onlookers, so she’s amassed herself a bigger fan following than the others. There’s some people squealing beside you, furiously snapping away at their pictures, and you’re not quite sure how to feel when she looks barely legal.

“Ocean tides, rage! Pure☆Aqua!” Ah, yes, the most controversial one of this generation. Because he was male. Magical boys aren’t a new concept, but everyone until now was always… feminine in stature. So people managed to overlook that when they were just as cute as the rest of the magical girls. But this one was, well. You squinted your eyes as Pure☆Aqua launched forward and delivered a swift kick to the monster’s face. He was very muscled; god-like thighs made even more so prominent by the frilly blue skirt he donned and the heavy chest attracting gazes with the boob window. This one was also older, probably in their college years.

So no one’s going to call you a freak if you found him sorta hot, right? You’re not even thirty yet!

The other girls barrage the monster with sparkly magic stuff. Pure☆Cherry swishes her wand and after a mini light-show reveals a… grenade launcher. Archons, what happened to the good-ol’ cutesy bow and arrow? She makes a leap back and shouts “Take this…! Cherry♡Bomb♡Love!”

Pure☆Twinkle follows up the very, very pink attack with her rapier, running up the monster’s arm and leaping into the air. “Star☆Cut!” You’ve long opted to think that those aren’t actually real stars falling from the sky and are just illusions as she summons a whole backdrop of them to chop off the monster’s arm. The huge thing lets out a pained roar, flailing about as their arm vanishes into nothing. That’s the thing with these magical girl fights. Where the hell was the blood?! Or is it because these things are just visualized concepts of “humanity’s evil” or whatever explanation they feed to the masses that they don’t really have guts to spill?

“And here’s the final blow!” Pure☆Aqua yells out, launching himself into the air. He swings his arm back, concentrating all the force in his fist and grits his teeth. “Tiiidallll! Raaaage!”

He delivers a swift uppercut to the monster, with all the force and fury of a young man in his early 20s. There’s no sparkly effects, hell, no water illusions just to match the theme to accompany the blow. That was just an uppercut with a tacky name slapped on top, and you let out a low whistle as pure brawn and no magic cuts through the chest and evaporates the thing. In midair, Pure☆Twinkle stomps her foot and puffs out her cheeks. “Cute!! Do you not understand what cute means?!” She complains at the sheepish Pure☆Aqua. “What’s the point of being a magical girl if you keep throwing punches and no cuteness!”

“I got the job done, didn’t I?” Pure☆Aqua complains, flying next to her. Pure☆Cherry also approaches the two of them with a nervous look on her face, as if afraid of another fight breaking out. “Besides, I think I’m cute enough as it is!”

Pure☆Twinkle wrinkles her nose at him and gags. “Yeah, right! You musclehead! When we’re done with this I’m going to beat cuteness into you!!”

“L-Lumi— I mean Twinkle! I think Aqua did a good job as it is,” Pure☆Cherry nervously tries to mediate. “You don’t have to be so hard on him!”

“Oh, don’t spoil him, Nil– Cherry! He’s bad enough as it is!”

They ignore the aghast goon in favor of even more bickering and you can see the vein popping on his forehead as he continues to be ignored by the magical girls.  “You…!!!” He points an indignant finger at three triumphant magical girls (and boy). “Loss after loss after loss! Lady Celestia is going to beat the living lights outta me if I don’t report back something good!”

“And that’s our problem, how?” Pure☆Aqua snorts, hands on hips because even he can have the sass of a teenage girl when he feels like it.

The goon laughs maniacally, floating higher in the air as purple currents wrap his body and continue to grow bigger and bigger. The tiny hairs on your nape rise, and the people who stayed behind finally think that this is the best time to make a run for it. “Oh, I’ll give you a problem, alright!” They laugh, sneering at the magical girls as their power comes to a climax. “I’m not goin’ back until I make a mess out of this stupid city!”

Finally, the goon’s power explodes, sending purple shockwaves throughout the city. You feel the ground shake beneath your feet, sending you flat on your ass. You couldn’t run if you wanted to, not with purple projectiles showering everywhere like a meteor shower. The girls are doing their best to fend it off, but not everyone can be saved. Especially you, flat on the ground and staring dumbly at an incoming purple ball. Well, this was fun, you think as the light burns into your retinas. You got to see your favorite Pure☆Pure in action and his muscled thighs, so this was a life well-lived.

You feel the impact on your skin and you squeeze your eyes tight to brace yourself for the incoming pain. It’s… hot. But not burning-alive hot that you thought would be, but rather a feverish heat that eats your body alive and turns your head all woozy. You squeeze your thighs together and curl into yourself, trying to get a bearing of your senses. You don’t know what the evil man’s plan is. Is your death supposed to be a slow process?

“... lright? You alright?” You can barely process the worried questions barraging your ear as cotton seems to stuff your ear. You blearily open your eyes, still curled on the ground, and— oh. In your face is a chestful of pecs, framed by the heart-shaped boob window of your favorite Pure☆Pure. Hallucinations? Did this curse give you hallucinations? Because this might be the best fucking hallucination you could get so far.

“Mmm… nice,” you mumble, leaning into the hand of the Pure☆Pure cupping your face.

“Not nice!” Pure☆Aqua cries as he checks your forehead’s feverish temperature. “You’ve gotten hit by a curse! You need to be healed, quick!”

“Heal…?” You feel for the hand on your head and let out a grunt once you confirm that Pure☆Aqua is actually not a hallucination. “Oh. Uh, how?”

Even through your bleary eyesight, you can make out the blush on Pure☆Aqua’s cheeks as he bites his lip and squirms. “Um, well… You… You need a magical girl’s, uh, magic. To purify the Evil League’s curse. But to do that we need to go somewhere… somewhere private. I can’t have you take it on the asphalt!”

“Take me away then, Pure☆Aqua,” you murmur, clinging onto Pure☆Aqua as he carries you bridal-style. Letting yourself take advantage of the situation and lean into his firm chest, you grin stupidly at the handsome face of your favorite magical girl. “I’m all yours for today.”

Biting down a grin, Pure☆Aqua shakes his head and flees the scene.

“A magical girl’s wand contains all their Pure☆Essence, which you need to take if we want to purify you,” Pure☆Aqua explains after he’s settled you on a bed. The room he’s found is suspiciously pink, with tacky hearts taking up the space wherever you look, but you’re not exactly in the right headspace to process that as you groan weakly. “It’s a long and lengthy process, however, so please bear with it, alright?”

“Magical girl’s wand, huh?” You mumble, looking up at Pure☆Aqua’s guilty expression. “All right,” you sigh and close your eyes as try to relax your feverish body. “Hit me with it.”

“Okay,” Pure☆Aqua murmurs and you hear him inhale deeply and perch himself on top of your legs. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” You don’t know why he’s so apologetic. You were the stupid one who wanted to enjoy a show and not run away, therefore getting hit by a curse in the process. He was just doing his job as a Pure☆Pure, so you don’t—

Something hits your abdomen. Something hard… and fleshy. You peek open one eye and almost choke on your spit.

Kneeling above you, Pure☆Aqua lifts his skirt up to reveal his curved and erect cock hard against his stomach. You’re shocked out of your feverish stupor as you eye the angry veins running on his cock and the pearly precum drooling from the slit. He licks his lips as he watches your face, blushing deeply as he feels your intense gaze on his dick. He’s trying so, so hard to be professional. This is a magical girl’s job, after all! But he revels in your attention and shakes his dick just to see your gaze follow left and right to the rhythm of the swing.

“When you said magical girl’s wand… I thought you meant…” You swallow dryly as you follow his swaying cock. “I thought you meant the one you used to transform. Not, uh…”

“Not this wand?” He rubs the tip of his dick before pushing it down, letting you watch as he releases it and feels the slap against his abdomen. “Do you like it, pretty miss? Miss [Your Name]?”

You blink dumbly at him, your mouth falling agape. “Whuh? Huh? How did you—?”

He giggles, crawling over to your chest until he sees the shadow of his cock on your face. “Oh come on, big sis. You really don’t think I wouldn’t notice my most adoring fan? The one who comes late to work whenever a big fight breaks out just to watch me?” He lightly taps your lips with it, and you let out a shaky breath to which he whines at. “Your eyes always watching me… not on Cherry or Twinkle or Melody or Passion but me. It made me so happy, you couldn’t even begin to imagine it ♡” You feel his member throb on your cheek and gulp. Oh you can definitely imagine it, alright.

This feels all too unreal. One moment you were watching Pure☆Aqua from afar, content on only ever seeing him at a distance. Then the next you were bridal-carried into some sort of sketchy love hotel with your favorite magical girl’s dick slapped on your face. His hungry eyes looked at your eagerly as he lifted his skirt higher to show you everything.

One thing caught your attention and before your impulse control could even do something, you and your big stupid mouth blurted out, “You’re… wearing normal underwear.”

Pure☆Aqua blinks and stares at you blankly, before erupting into laughter. “Wha~at? Were you expecting something else, big sis?”

“I dunno…” You mumble, fingering the band of his white briefs. “Something with a ribbon, frills… something that matches your magical girl costume.” You pull the elastic band and grin mischievously when it slaps against his taut balls. “Something cute.”

He returns your naughty grin and giggles as he slips them off. “You big per~vert. I like it.” He boops you on the nose, leaning in close until you can feel the breath on your lips. “Next time, I’ll make sure to cater to your needs, okay?”

There’ll be a next time, you think in a daze when Pure☆Aqua backs himself up again and smears precum all over your lips. “Alright, time for the first injection~! Say ah~♡”

The corniness of the plot isn’t lost on you, but you find yourself not caring at all when you part your lips for the opportunity to taste your favorite boy’s cock. You wrap your lips around the head only, tracing the tongue around the tip as you watch his shallow breathing. You press gentle kisses on it and grin when he keens and squirms too much, clearly holding himself back from shoving the entire length in. When he thinks that you’re finally about to swallow the whole in, you sloppily suck on the tip before pulling away with a pop.

He pouts at you, breathing hard as he weakly glares. “Big sis, you need to take my cum in if you wanna get healed, you know?”

You give him a cheeky grin, pressing another kiss to his weeping slit as you snicker. “You can’t blame me for having a lil bit of fun. You are my favorite, after all.”

He huffs a laugh. “Very naughty. But patients shouldn’t be playing around with their medicine, you know? So open up properly this time, okay~?”

His broad shoulders shudder when he slips half of his length into your mouth. “I’ll go slow for now,” he tells you, but his knees are shaking so bad that you fear that he’ll buckle and slam the whole thing into you. Not that you’re opposed to him just slamming it in… but you haven’t sucked dick in ages (damn overtime work) and you want to savor the feeling of his heat filling your mouth. As you feel his precum trickle down your throat, the fuzziness of your head starts to clear a little and you marvel at how his cum was actually doing… magic. Healing cum, you think, clutching onto his soft ass as you struggle to take his length. What kind of shit hentai am I in?

Your choked slurping and sucking rattle in your skull as you move back and forth on his dick, eyes rolling backward whenever it twitches in your throat. It’s like it has a heart of its own, with the way it keeps twitching in you. Above you, Pure☆Aqua bites into a frilly gloved hand, little moans and whines escaping him as he tries his best to control himself. Ah, the impatience of youth. Always so ready to go fast without a second’s thought.

“‘m sorry, miss, but I— urgh— I gotta!” His hands bunch your hair in his palm as he gives you a desperate look. “I can’t do this anymore!”

Using your hair as a handle, he slams you all the way down to his balls, and you fall limp as Pure☆Aqua starts fucking your mouth for his own pleasure. The veins running on the side of his dick slide against your soft tongue and gosh, your mouth’s so fuckin’ warm and wet that it’s making him go crazy. Over the wet and sloppy sounds of him ruining your throat, his moans are music to your ears— his boyish pitch keening in high moans and desperate pants as he tries his best not to cum too early. His dick twitches, making you splutter as he pulls out before slamming it in again, and his toned thighs shake as his slams get even rougher.

“Close, s’ close,” he whimpers. “Oh gosh, miss, miss, I’m gonna—!”

He lets out a high-pitched mewl, leaning forward into your mouth as he spurts his thick cum down your throat. It’s a heavy one, so thick that it leaves you gagging and spluttering as his load invades your throat. When he finally pulls it out— fuck, he could feel himself getting hard again. It’s an absolutely filthy sight— his hardening cock connected to your lips with a trail of spit and cum, your eyes absolutely fucked out as you cough and recover from the recent assault. He giggles when the trail finally breaks and leaves a mess on your chin, which he wipes away with his thumb and presses it to your tongue. Unconsciously, you find yourself swirling your tongue around the messy thumb and pulling away with a loud pop, grinning in a daze as you stick out your tongue for him to inspect.

“You swallowed it all,” he says softly, sounding proud as he pushes back your sweaty fringe. “With that, you’ll be all good to go.”

“But I still don’t feel too well,” you pout, taking his hand in yours and tangling your fingers together. It’s partly true, but you think that the dizziness is less from the curse and more that you had just gotten your mouth pounded to oblivion. “Maybe I need another shot. Somewhere more… effective?”

You partly spread your legs, letting your pencil skirt ride up your thighs and drawing his eyes to the lacy underwear peeking out from underneath. He laughs slightly and shares your mischievous grin as he takes the cloth in his hands. “Oh miss, you could just say that you wanted me to fuck you.”

Batting your eyes, you only cock your head in feigned innocence as you pull him in closer. “Whatever do you mean, boy?” You murmur, breath fanning against his lips as you lick your lips. “I’m only asking for another shot. You’re still here to help me cure this curse, right, Pure☆Aqua?”

Before he could even reply, you pressed a coy kiss on his lips and suddenly he couldn’t bring himself to think. It could have been cute and innocent— the type of kisses pure-hearted girls give their boyfriends in the spring of high school youth— but this is coming from a miss nearly a decade older than him. Your low-lidded eyes eat him up as his brain short circuits, watching as his tongue peeks out to swipe a taste of your gloss. You could almost giggle at the picture. By how he’s reacting, you could have mistaken it for stealing his first kiss.

Except he’s staring at you blankly, wide-eyed, and a blush that grows even redder by the second. You raise a brow and ask, “Don’t tell me… that was your first kiss?”

His blush reaches an all-time red that you fear that he might explode. “Th– Well, I was saving it!”

You throw your head back and laugh as he sputters and tries to defend himself in the background. Right. How could you forget? Having his dick down your throat made you forget that he was still a Pure☆Pure, defenders of the city that embodied pureness and justice. “So cute~” you tease and pat down his ginger locks as a way to soothe him. “Big sis is sorry that she stole your first kiss, but dooon’t worry, I’ll more than make up for it, ‘kay~?”

He can barely process what he’s looking at. You’re now seated on his stomach, kneeling as you tease him with a slow strip show. Your manicured nails slide down the pencil skirt, revealing the lacy panties that have been torturing him ever since he got a glimpse of it. And fuck, his breath hitches when he sees the wet spot, and when you pull it down, your slick is connected to it by a string. Fuckfuckfuck, he can’t believe he’s gotten it this good. How many college boys could brag that they’ve fucked a sexy nearly-30 office worker because they needed to heal them with dick? None. Ignoring the fact that he might be the only college-aged magical boy in existence, he can’t believe that he wouldn’t be able to brag about this at all the parties now.

But that’s okay, he thinks as his eyes settle on your sopping pussy, fluttering and flirting at him. He’d be too busy fucking and getting fucked to even attend those stupid get-togethers.

“Shit.” He sucks his teeth, inhaling deeply when you sliiiide against the length of his cock. You know exactly how to work your magic— the silly, blushy girls of the local college could never. Your grin, like a succubus who's caught its prey, is so alluring and cocky that he’s tempted to kiss it off you just to feel your lips on him again. He’s so down bad. Holy shit. Lumine isn’t gonna let him hear the end of this.

“That feels nice, pretty boy?” You coo, and oh, that does something to him. He pulses against your clit, and you drag your slick against him as he starts whimpering underneath you. “Ya like being called pretty, hm? My favorite magical boy, lookin’ all so pretty just to save some stranger.” You lift his blue miniskirt, admiring the white ribbons and frills that adorn him. “I never thought that the day would come that I’d be able to see you so closely, dick out and moaning so prettily for me. Aren’t magical girls supposed to be pure? So why’re you actin’ like a slut then?”

He pouts, batting his pretty lashes at you as you continue to frot against him. “‘m— ngh, not actin’ like a slut! This is— ahh, no not thereeee— your treatment!”

You laugh. “Oh, right. The curse. I guess you skull fucked that outta my system.” You shoot him a dashing grin. “Guess that makes me the slut, huh?”

At that, you sink your pussy down on him, and holy shit— he throws his head back and hides his face with his arms as he moans so sweetly— this just might be heaven. He hears your cute little sigh as you feel him stretching you out, probably the best you’ve had in years. He feels it when you slowly push down on his abs so you can pull yourself up, making him groan as you drag your wet cunt up before slamming back down again. “Is that good, my little magical boy?” You hum, rocking your hips back and forth as you gauge his reaction. “C’mon, arms off. Lemme see how cute my boy is for me.”

Rolling his own hips, he fucks even deeper into your womb as you take his hands into yours. He’s big, your wet walls clinging to his cock like they never want to let go. And you might not ever want, not with how pretty your boy is for you. He’s biting back his moans, trying to reciprocate your rocking in a mix of his own desperation and wanting to please you. Cute. He’s so cute. That’s a given, being a magical girl and all, but you just didn’t want to sound like an old creep lusting after a college boy clad in skimpy skirts.

“You’re so, haah, y’ feel so good,” he nearly cries, fucking his dick even deeper that it nearly makes you collapse. “Big sis, ngh, ah, y’re clampin’ down on me…!”

“Yeah?” You coo. “That’s what good pussy feels like, baby. Remember it.” You slam your pussy down on his balls, squelching as your cunt slobbers all over his dick. “You’re so good, cutie. Big sis hasn’t had a dick like yours ever. Ya might turn me into your personal slut, y’know?”

“Ooh, miss, please, easy,” he whimpers. Your walls are tightening up around him and he goes blank for a second. Fuck. He’s getting hooked on some fan’s cunt and he doesn’t even know your name. “Miss, please, y’re gonna make me…!”

“Cumming, sweet boy?” You stroke his ginger curls and push them away, revealing to you the sight of his rolled-back eyes and wobbling bitten lips as he continues fucking your cunt. “Yeah, mmm, jus’ like that. You’re gonna make big sis cum soon too ♡”

It’s pure, carnal lust; you let him take the reins, halting your movements as he begins to fuck up into you harder. It smells like sex in here, and the sloppy sounds as your pussy squelches with every thrust nearly drowning out your moans. You gasp as he hits an all-new depth, making you collapse onto him as you grip the pillow for dear life as his thrusts rock your body. He’s whining and crying underneath you— which fuck, makes you tighter, because men who are messy in bed just make you sooo fucking hot. “Ack, ah, boy! Slow, slow, slow!”

“Sorry, miss…!” He whimpers, hugging onto you for dear life as he goes even faster. “Ngh, you’re too hot, I’m gonna…!”

Wrapping his arms around your neck, he pulls you down for a kiss as he shoots his load into you. His warm seed fills you as he attacks your mouth in desperation, all eagerness and no technique as he licks into your mouth. You think it’s adorable because he’s kissing you like he needs it.

Clearly, your magical boy can’t handle the hottest pussy he’s had in his life, cuz he’s now collapsed on the bed, chest heaving up and down like crazy. And you’re left there in the afterglow of the sex, watching magic cum dribble down your cunt as you slide his softening dick out of you.

It’s a good thing that he’s not conscious to see this, you think with a grin as you scoop out the cum out of your hole. Bringing it to your lips, you lick it off with a satisfying pop and give him a once-over. Because you’d definitely be in for round three if he gets hard again.

Another day, another overtime in Lovey♡Dovey City. For a shoujo-typical city, you’d think that there were no such things as black companies here. Alas, you stand corrected.

You scowl as the crowd squishes you into the corner. There’s you and this suspiciously dressed fella in a black mask and baseball cap. He has an ID sling from the local college and as the crowd has you pressing onto him with no choice, you can feel his hard-on growing against your pencil skirt. Ah, a pervert in a Japanese subway station? How surprising.

Then you feel his hand wrap around your wrist and guide it downwards, and you’ve got a growing feeling that the genre is about to change from shoujo to hentai real quick. You’ve no time for games, having just been chewed out by your boss, and when your hand is finally in his pants, you scowl and start to snap—

You feel frills. You blink dumbly and look down. He’s pulling down the waistband of his pants, just enough for you to see the blue cotton panties, cutely adorned in white ribbons and frills. Something pulls on your chest.

“Big sis.”

You look up again, and your magical boy grins at you when he pulls down his mask, eyeing you with the same hunger and lust-struck expression you’re so familiar with. “D’ya like 'em, miss? I’ve dressed up just for you and you only.”

You blink again, and your grin matches his as you watch his cock chub up against his girly panties.

Ajax Tartaglia, the ID reads.

Right. So the subway pervert was actually your pervert. But you were both perverts, and that was made clear the moment you started sliding down his pants in a subway full of unsuspecting strangers.

[winderlylandchime]

2/3 ‘THEYRE TEACHING HER HOW TO GIVE BLOW JOBS? *starts doing the exercises with his mouth that Em is doing* I AM BEGGING FOR MIKE TO WALK IN NOW!’ ‘Oh Benny is stressed. Wait. Who’s paul?’ ‘BRIAN AND JUSTIN WORKING TOGETHER!! I want more of that! Go make him do another poster or something, that way you can get back together! Justin why are you standing so far away? Sit on his la-EXACTLY STAND CLOSER! ARE THEY GONNA KISS? LOOK AT THEM SMILING! Fucking hell Mike, they were gonna probably kiss and here you go cockblocking again. *pauses on Brian after Justin leaves* oh Brian! My sweet sweet pretty boy. You are so fucking in love and for some reason YOU DONT WANNA SAY IT?! Why is that huh? THAT *flaps his hand at Brian* is a look only a person who is heartbroken and in love can achieve!’ He is once again using Shazam and making his playlist. *flaps his hand at Mikey and Brian getting high* ‘what do I have to do to get something like that with Brian and Justin? Why can’t they lay around and eat and just hang? (mikey mentions paul) ohhh that’s who paul is..was..(i tell him Ben actually did mention paul and who he was)…well in my defense, i don’t usually pay attention when Ben talks’ And Debbie and Carl scene is up: ‘why is he not hugging her? Dude, you just had sex! You gotta cuddle! Provide some safety or something. *his jaw actually dropped* Oh so THAT is how they will piss me off. She did practice! whatever? Whatever?! OH YOU LITTLE SHIT! Who the fuck says that? Even IF SHE GAVE FREE BLOWJOBS TO GO AT THE DINER, YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT TO A PERSON! That’s fucked up bro. That is very very fucked up! Burn his house down debbie! YEAH! GET OUT! AND STAY THE HELL OUT!’ And then he immediately smiled because ‘BRI BRI AND JUSTIN! Plus a bonus? I know damn well it’s because he knows Justin needs money. Who’s Ian? WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?! Oh, Justin for sure is inspired by someone he loves which is why there is a painting of THEM HAVING SEX HANGING ON YOUR WALL!! He’s skipping class? Oh jealousy is a bitch and he is the president of that club. Brian don’t worry, i will personally make sure that he gets run over by a stampede of zebras. Or something’ ‘now why did Lindsay giggle like a school girl with a crush? Usually she’s all “be mature!! Dirty sex talk is weird’ the Ben steroid scene is up ‘so his whole thing is Buddha, working out and cooking.. does he ever do anything fun because this is like asmr for me, im about to fall asleep. Why is he buying vitamins from some random dude? Someone tell him about fruit and veggies’ ‘ohhh i like that coat on Emmett! A nice substitute for the fuck em all coat! OH FUCK YOU CARL. Ohhh that lady also has the coa-oh nevermind i see what they did here’ ‘is that what his friends think is a party? Justin? My boy. You know a party. This ain’t it. They are all so boring, Ben would fit right in. That *waves at Justin* is the look of a person who would rather french kiss a homeless guy than stay at this “party” for another second. YES HE IS AN ARTIST! HA! BRIAN WOULDVE APPRECIATED THAT COMMENT! And he would for sure add to it! But noooo Ethan here is acting like he’s never heard of the word cock.’ ‘OHHHHHH HE MADE AN ACTUAL CARNIVAL! Oh those two are gonna have a stroke seeing this. THAT MAN HAS GOLF BALLS COMING OUT OF HIS ASS *looks at me in shock* is that a real thing? Because if so? XFACTOR! *ethan is back on screen* OH FOR FUCKS SAKE! What did i do to deserve this torture? Oh his friends for sure have a groupchat without him in it. Justin nobody blames you for being tired, this would put an insomniac to sleep! Yes, leave him! Finally a smart decision’ ‘Now why is Carl back on my tv? No you cannot come i- DEBBIE. I SAID NO! HE ASKED LESBIANS FOR A TUTORIAL? Okay maybe there’s some hope for him..BUT DUDE CUDDLE AFTERWARDS!’ ‘Oh fuck you Mel! Fuck you all the way too hell. Not the kind of person you want as the father of YOUR child? And what’s Gus? Chopped liver? FUCK YOU. I am very upset because i like cool chicks in suits but i fear that she is not my cup of tea’

They teach her to give blow jobs... yep. And yes, Carl should cuddle afterwards. And not shame her!

I am so excited for your brother's reaction to Ben's steroid use!

Fandom collection to pay to have Ethan run over by a stampede of zebras. FOR BROTHER ANON!

That coat scene is so amazing. I love that your brother complimented the coat (RIP fuck them all coat) and then they pan to the sex worker wearing it.

Ben would fit right in at Ethan's party. OMG. If only Michael didn't (rightfully) hate Ethan... I would die for a fic where Ben and Ethan meet and hang out. It would cure my insomnia.

His friends for sure have a group chat without him in it. WOW. That is such a specific but clear insult. I'm stealing it.

Not the kind of person you want as the father of YOUR child? And what’s Gus? Chopped liver? FUCK YOU. I am very upset because i like cool chicks in suits but i fear that she is not my cup of tea

I'm just ending on that note because it is everything.

[misora-msby]

embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together. 

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying! 

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!” 

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better 

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u 

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO 

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?” 

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie 

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he 

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side. 

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.” 

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit 

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.” 

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.” 

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

[malfoysstilinski]

girl in the mirror pt2 | DRACO MALFOY

MASTERLIST

PAIRING: Draco Malfoy x Muggle!Reader

SUMMARY: part two of girl in the mirror. draco meets his soulmate for the first time. she’s pretty cool for a muggle, but reveals something that has him heading back to hogwarts a little less than happy. 

WARNINGS: none i think?  

A/N: i dont think americans have houses and i assume most of my readers are american,, so in case its confusing obviously theyre like harry potter houses, but jk rowling made it ten times more dramatic and a main part of her story. we dont really care about houses irl. 

Explaining to you that Draco was a wizard was one of the most frustrating and hardest things the blond boy had ever had to do. Only hours later were you starting to reluctantly believe that he was telling the truth. He’d been reluctant to tell you, but since you were his soulmate, you were allowed to know. You had the right. 

The pair of you hadn’t even realised how much time had gone by, sat on your bed as you stare at him unsurely. 

“You look as though you still don’t believe me,” Draco says. “I’ve shown you my wand.”

“Yes, but you’ve not shown me any real magic, have you?” You raise an eyebrow, folding your arms across your chest. 

“I told you, I have to wait a few months ‘till I’m seventeen,” Draco reminds you with a roll of the eyes. “Then I’ll show you something.”

You sigh, not wanting to believe him but having a funny feeling that he was telling the truth. I mean, how else could you explain the fact that he had literally fallen through your mirror? 

“So... We’re soulmates,” you repeat from earlier, before the two of you had fought over whether or not Draco was really a wizard. 

“Yeah,” Draco whispers with a nod. “You know what that is, right?”

“I guess,” you mumble, hugging your arms closer to yourself. “But why is your soulmate not... magic as well?”

Draco shrugs. “Happens sometimes,” he says. “Never ever to a Malfoy...” He looks a little paler as he says so. “But I suppose there’s a first for everything.”

You wonder why it’s a big deal for a member of his family to be put with ‘a Muggle’ as he had called you before. 

“Enough about me,” Draco claps his hands together when he sees the clogs in your brain turning. “Let me find out about you. Please. I’ve been wondering about you since the day I turned thirteen.”

“There’s not much to say,” you sigh. “I guess I just go to school... come home... homework... maybe hang out with friends sometimes.” 

Draco seems interested despite your negative mood, sitting up straighter with an eager look behind his silver eyes and an encouraging small smile on his face.

 He looks odd sat on your bed. He truly does look like some sort of magical being with his pale features and icy hair, and the black suit and turtleneck and polished shoes make him look like he belongs truly where he says he’s from-- a castle or something. Not your bedroom that screams twenty-first century teenage girl.  

“Well, tell me about school,” Draco suggests, glancing you over. “Your tie is red. Is that your house?”

You glance down with a frown, pulling at your tie. “Hm? Oh, no. I’m in Austen. The yellow house.”

Draco frowns. “Is that good or bad?”

You frown back, raising a brow at him. “I mean... we won the most house points last year? Not really a big deal. Oh, and we won house games, like, two years in a row.”

“Not a big deal?” Draco scoffs. “Well done, Y/N! That is a great deal.”

You stare at him like he’s grown two heads. “Thanks? I’m assuming houses are a big deal at your school?”

“Well, of course,” he says rather arrogantly. “I’m a Slytherin. How were you sorted into your house? Do you take personality quizzes in the Muggle world?”

“No,” you giggle slightly and Draco’s heart skips a beat at the sound. “You just get put into whatever house depending on what tutor group you’re in. I switched from green to yellow half way through secondary school because our tutor group got full.”

Draco had never looked so confused. He wonders how Muggles are even motivated to do well when their house points don’t even really mean anything to them. 

He knows a few things about Muggles-- he knows they definitely do not play Qudditch on flying brooms and would much rather play football. He guesses their house games are like that. 

“My tie’s red because I’m a prefect,” you say and reach into your bedside drawer, producing a red badge with ‘prefect’ written in gold on it. 

Draco’s grin brightens, taking it from you as he scans it over. “Oh, they look just like ours!”

You laugh at his eagerness. “That’s good.”

There’s a moment of silence and Draco peers at all of the records placed on your wall. He stands and moved to look at some of the vinyl covers, pointing at your The Neighbourhood one, releasing a huff of air past his nose and glancing over his shoulder back at you. 

“You listen to this one all the time,” Draco states. “I like the one about jumper weather or something.”

You laugh and nod. “Sweater Weather. It’s a good song...” You trail off. “You know, I don’t really understand your music. You only seem to listen to classical.” 

“That’s me,” Draco says, scratching the back of his neck. “Playing the piano. I don’t- I don’t really listen to music much. I never really have to when you listen to it 24/7 anyway.”

You look away with a small blush on your face, bashful. “Sorry.”

“No, no, no,” Draco moves to sit beside you on your bed. “I love it, actually. It makes assemblies less boring and sleeping in a dorm far more bearable.” 

“I’m glad,” you say. “Do you want to listen to something now?”

Draco’s breath hitches because it’s all he’s ever wanted. He nods slowly, scared that you would laugh in his face and take your suggestion back. You grab your phone off of your bedside table and press shuffle on a playlist. Draco can’t believe how weird it is to hear your music playing but not have it muffled in his ears as if he was underwater. 

He watches with parted lips as you slide down so you’re laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Draco looks at you like you put the stars and the moon in the sky. You might be just a Muggle, but you’re magic to him. The true definition of it. 

Slowly, unsure if he’s crossing a line or not, Draco slides down so he’s lying beside you on your bed, on his back like you. You both stare at your ceiling and he notices that you have constellations painted on it. He nearly melts when he sees ‘Draco’, one of the biggest ones. 

He slides his hand down the small gap in between you and hesitantly holds your hand before guiding it up above your heads. It’s not like real stargazing, but Draco likes it. Maybe one day he would be able to sneak you to the Astronomy Tower and show you the same sky he stares at most nights. 

“That’s Draco,” he says. 

You smile as you turn to face him and Draco shuffles to face you too, the only sounds being your small breaths and an Arctic Monkeys song playing behind you. 

“Maybe I always knew?” You suggest. 

“Maybe,” Draco chuckles back and turns to look up at the ceiling. 

You spend a few seconds admiring his side profile; his sharp jaw and the strength of his nose. It’s hard to be scared of the stranger when he’s so beautiful and feels so familiar. Like a puzzle piece you’d been looking for. 

“You’ve only been playing sad songs recently,” Draco says quietly after a little bit. “Is everything okay with you? I was worried... so I asked my friend to teach me how to do the mirror trick.”

You frown a little at the reminder and immediately grow embarrassed. You’re not sure if you should make up a lie or try to change the subject, but Draco seems really concerned and you’d feel awful lying. 

“My... Well, um, my boyfriend broke up with me,” you say awkwardly. 

You feel Draco stiffen beside you. He sits up after a few seconds. He knows it’s not really your fault but he can’t help feeling jealous and angry. He swallows as he stares at a spot on your carpet, unsure how to feel knowing that his soulmate had been with another person. 

He needed a moment to think. He didn’t want to scare you with his harsh words or looks.

“I should get back,” Draco mutters, trying to make his voice sound strong as he stands.

“Draco, I--”

“It’s nearly what? Four in the morning? I should of been going ages ago anyway,” he forces you a grim smile as he heads towards the mirror. “I’ll try and talk to you tomorrow, Y/N.”

You watch with a saddened expression as Draco slips his hand through the glass or your mirror and is suddenly gone. You push yourself up from the mattress and rush over, your fingertips brushing it but coming to a dead end. You blink back tears, wondering if you had just imagined the entire thing. 

You stare into the mirror, unaware that Draco is sadly staring back. 

...

i know it’s a lil dramatic but that’s draco for you and teen love in general tbh 

[cryptidmullet]

renga + their families headcanons

- reki Was bad at cooking but then when he starts sharing food from his bento with langa he wants to start learning to make it so him and his mom cook together

- he’s better at cooking than baking bc baking is so precise and he prefers to just go at it rather than follow a strict recipe

- langa loves his food :)

- langa only knows how to make like. Tacos spaghetti omurice grilled cheese pancakes etc things like that until he’s in his like third year reki ropes him into helping make food and he finds that its kinda fun

- (but he mostly likes to see reki cook bc somehow he makes even That seem lively and fun and natural almost like he dances around the kitchen instead of awkwardly fumbling through the chaos like langa himself does)

- so after that langa starts joining reki and masae when they cook :)

- he reki and masae all take turns looking after the twins when the other two are cooking so if masae thinks the two of them are all good she’ll leave them to it but other times she’ll be walking langa through a recipe and reki will be sitting at the table drawing with chihiro and nanaka and other times when its masae and reki langa will stand in the doorway with chihiro on his hip and nanaka sitting on the counter messing with his hair

- reki absolutely loves seeing langa with his sisters bc he’s cute and awkward but he tries so hard because he adores the three of them and they all equally adore him (and yeah he gets better at interacting with them over time, they kinda come to feel like his own siblings at some point)

- anytime reki comes home alone the twins are like :C wheres langa-kun 

- koyomi likes to tell langa about the drama and gossip at school and he always nods along and listens carefully even tho he definitely does not remember “that girl hina who stuck gum in ichikas hair in elementary school”

- he actually does pick up on some of the names and stories and stuff tho and koyomi will be talking to reki about something that happened at school and langas like oh is that the same girl who spilled juice on that guy she liked and rekis like wtf

- i just like to think langa actually puts in a lotta effort to have good relationships with all of rekis family partially bc he knows how much family means to reki and also bc he only has his mom and its nice to have sibling dynamics and talk to rekis mom about baby reki stories

- even tho langa could give a rats ass about american football somehow the topic is brought up and he ends up teaching (with his limited knowledge) and playing it with reki and his sisters one day out in their front yard

- and really theyre just running around a lot and doing underhand tosses with a random wiffle ball they found and letting the twins “score” and acting upset that they lost to “those two great athletes” just to make them giggle

- masae gets a video of them all playing together and sends it to reki who saves it and watches it at night to replay the moment langa scoops up chihiro and runs across the yard with her held up in the air and setting her down all grandiose like for a touchdown

- rekis constantly having to yell at koyomi not to just barge into his room

- she comes in one day her finger already pointed accusingly at reki as he sighs in exasperation and peels away from where he was cuddled into langas side and shes like “you took the last blue popsicle.” and rekis like “whaaaat no that was langa” and koyomi rolls her eyes and says “langa doesnt even like the blue ones you jerk” and then jumps on his bed and lays all spread out so reki fusses and pushes her off with his foot and they end up squabbling for a while all while langa sits there watching fondly amused

- reki always closes the door when him and langa are in his room but every time his mom comes in for anything she hovers in the doorway for a second longer and then leaves it open Just a crack which makes reki sigh dramatically as he gets up to toe it shut again

- after they make up in e10 they both get more touchy and clingy and just generally are less worried about their affection being rejected so it kinda becomes normal for them to cuddle

- like they would before but it was always under the guise of falling asleep in bed together and then oh wow we woke up literally glued together what a coincidence? How does this keep happening?

- but now its a little more intentional and even tho neither of them really bring it up reki will lay down on his bed all sprawled out and be like? You gonna lay down man? And then pull him into his side and press his face into langas shoulder

- or when they’re sitting against the wall on the bed reki will sling a leg over langas and rest his head on his shoulder and wrap an arm around his back 

- and langas still not very good at initiating that kind of physical affection but he always reciprocates it and longs for it

- i think theres this moment one day when langas helping his mom cook dinner and he’s chopping onions and she’s stirring something over the stove and he stops for a second and says “hey mom” and she looks at him a little bit hopeful and a little bit nervous like she always does in situations like these and he asks “could i… could i have a hug?”

- and its the first time theyve hugged since oliver’s funeral (aside from a couple side hugs like on the day they moved into their apartment in japan) and nanako tears up a little bit and tries not to get snot all over him and they stay there embracing for a good long while until whatever she’s cooking on the stove starts to boil a little too loudly and they finally pull away and get back to what theyre doing

- and i like to think that was kinda a turning point for them and langa starts to lean on her a little more and she gets less nervous every time he takes a longer than normal breath 

- on the rare occasion reki will curl up on the couch while his mom is watching some rerun of an old show and he’ll lean up against her and she’ll run her fingers through his hair 

- and on even rarer nights she’ll make just the two of them tea or hot chocolate and they’ll sit together talking and catching up while the television runs in the background and its on one of those nights he tells her just how much langa means to him

- and masae tears up just the tiniest bit bc there’s something so beautiful about seeing that kind of unadulterated fondness and love for someone and she’s so happy her son has langa in his life and they end the night cleaning out their mugs together and hugging

- (masae’s hugs are warm, maybe even warmer than joe and reki’s combined) 

- and the next time langa stays the night masae kisses them both on the head to say goodnight and smiles at the way reki laughs and teases langa about turning red because “he’s officially been accepted as part of the family now!” once she’s left the room and closed the door

- and every once in a while she’ll come in on a weekend morning to inform them breakfasts ready but see them curled up together, rekis hand fisted in the front of langas shirt, face buried in his chest, and langas leg and arm thrown haphazardly across reki’s body and their faces both so relaxed and content and she’ll leave them be to sleep a little while longer

[strawhatsweets]

golden

Kenma x GN!reader

Im trying to stray away from my comfort zone of just writing readers that use she/her so bear with me

sorry if this lowkey sucks but it was inspired by harry styles song golden

cw: big cursing, huge fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, comfort, aged up!

come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in!

Requests are open!!

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Being a streamer comes with perks. Being comfy at home, not having to face people in real life every day, playing games, typical shit. Another perk is making good friends.

Meeting people on a voice chat is common for Kenma -guys and gals alike. What he wasnt expecting one night was the sweetest voice on the other end of his headphones.

"You're all fucks- I'm better at this game than all of you combined. Try me."

To think that was the sentence that made Kenma's ears perk up and burn.

"What the hell ever- we have the great Kodzuken on our side." One of the guys said, half joking half dead serious.

"Oh yeah, he isn't even speaking up to defend your pussy asses- probably knows I could beat him too." You could hear the smirk in that last part.

"U-uh, no. You can't beat me. Nobody can actually. Not at this game." Kenma rebutted , confident in his gaming skills but not so much his speaking skills to this stranger.

"Oh man, you certainly sound confident. Come on, Kodzuken- 1v1 me then. Show me who the best really is."

Kenma suddenly felt nervous. Should he really demolish this stranger? Isn't it polite to let the person you like win? He didn't like this person yet but god their voice was attractive.

"Fine. Send the request." He decided.

"Sent, fucker."

The game resulted in a tie because this stranger actually knew what they were doing. They both threw friendly insults at each other the whole time of course, making each of them laugh a little.

"Okay fine. The great Kodzuken himself almost beat me. Im almost honored to have a great streamer almost beat me."

"Well you almost beat me too- uh-" Kenma stuttered over the fact that he didn't know how to address this stranger.

"Oh! Call me Y/n." The person giggled.

"You can uh, call me Kenma."

"Oh you don't want me to repeat your title over and over like everyone else?" They laughed.

"No, friends don't call me that. They use my name name." His ears were burning.

"Friends, huh? Guess that means you owe me your number so we can schedule a rematch where I can properly beat your ass."

"Huh, guess so."

A few months had gone by and Y/n and Kenma were as close as they could be. They found out they live close by each other and began hanging out a lot.

Y/n would be in the back of his streams on occasion and wouldn't hesitate to speak up during them. Thats the thing about Y/n. They've always been so outspoken. Since the start. Everything they talk about comes so easy to Y/n. Nothing is held back. Kenma knows everything about them. He on the other hand is still a bit closed off. Quiet. The two are so opposite yet so alike. Kenma doesn't speak much about himself, opting to listen.

Especially when talking about past relationships.

One night, they were sat in Kenmas room in separate chairs, letting conversations flow.

"So, you've dated but why have the relationships ended?" Y/n asked.

"Ah, I dont know- its not important. Why did yours end?" Kenma flipped the question as he always does.

"One guy cheated," Y/n tossed a piece of popcorn in the air, missing their mouth and brushing it off. "One girl left because she was leaving for school, and one guy just didn't mesh with me. Your turn." Y/n pushed the question back.

"Uh- well. I don't click with people easily. I'm pretty closed off so when I date it usually ends in hurt feelings by accident or they get sick of me." Kenma finally admitted.

"Huh." Y/n flopped onto their stomach on the bed after setting down the popcorn. "Don't you like anyone though? Like- if you liked someone enough, do you think you would give opening up a shot?"

"I mean I guess. Nobody ever takes the time to...pry me open." That got a laugh out of Y/n. Good. "But yeah I do like someone."

Sitting up suddenly, Y/n became visibly excited.

"TELL ME WHO."

"No god no- it isnt important." Kenmas ears burned again.

"Come onnnnn. Its gotta be someone big time cool to earn your heart. I have to approve."

Y/n pulled Kenma from his chair to the bed, not letting go of his hand as he sat down.

"Theyre very cool- and very sweet. Understanding. Someone who stands up for me and makes me comfortable-" Kenma began gushing.

"Do I know them?" Y/n interrupted.

"Y-yeah. You sure do." Kenma scratched the back of his neck.

"Oooh ok, a guessing game. Describe them more- their looks!" Y/n held his hand tighter, bouncing up and down with excitement.

"Well- ok." Kenma took a deep breath and decided he could be vague enough. "Theyre short. As short if not shorter than me. Competitive. Very cute smile-"

"TOO VAGUE give me the JUICY DETAILS" Y/n pushed.

"They uh- they have..pretty eyes." He was staring at this point, eyes wandering around Y/ns face to find more things to describe. "cute nose too I guess. Squishy cheeks. Glasse-"

"WHO THE HELL IS IT KENMA- its starting to sound like youre describing me." Y/n laughed.

"No- I'm totally not!" Kenma rushed.

"Tell this person you like them. You look so happy when you talk about them. Its kind of sickening."

"I can't just do that." Kenma stated flatly.

"Yeah you can."

"No-"

"DO ITTTT. Nothing to be scared of- it's CUTE. They would be dumb to not like you."

Kenma sighed, knowing he couldn't tell Y/n the truth about who he liked. What does he usually do when he's put in a corner like this? Oh thats right-

"Who do you like then Y/n?" He asked, proud of himself for deflecting again.

"Oh thats easy. You." Y/n said, letting go of his hand and laying back on the bed, leaving Kenma sitting up and stunned.

"What? No I mean a crush idiot. Who do you liiikkkeee?" Kenma pushed, hoping he didn't hear Y/n wrong.

"You, Kenma. I've had a crush since our first tie in a game. Thought that was obvious-"

Kenma flopped back on the bed as well. The both of them looking at each other.

"Oh. My person is uh... really... open and honest." Kenma said quietly.

"Is that why you wont tell them?" Y/n asked just as hushed.

"Yeah... what if right now they say yes but then their feelings change one day? That would hurt so bad. Worse than not telling them ever." He whispered.

There was silence. They knew what they both just admitted. Kenmas heart started racing. This might've fucked everything up. He might lose them. But they like him too so why is he so scared?

Y/n held his hand again.

"I know that youre scared because I'm so open...but hey... If you wanna give it a try..." Y/n whispered, scared about whether or not their honesty fucked them over.

"You might be right this time Y/n." Kenma whispered.

The space between them was closed due to both of them being drawn together like magnets in that moment. A sweet kiss.

"Let's try it then. I'll work on... being more open if you'd like." Kenma said.

"Kenma. I dont want you to change one bit. I like you the way you are."

Acceptance. It was the best thing Kenma has ever felt.

[heyitsyn]

Manager!Seijoh Part 3

a/n: yall i love seijoh so much like theyre my favorite school and my favorite boys and i know their names by heart and im just so SOFT for them !!!!!

also: yall will find out what other fandom ill be writing for in the future in this one

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

combined two anon requests:

- Could we get the boys reacting to finding out the seijoh manager is quite popular to both genders?? Maybe they over hear a confession?

- Why do I feel like half of the team would be all pouty when word comes around that a guy confessed to manager, the others would probably be annoyed/irritated. Oikawa being all bratty cause no matter what he tried,she never showed ant interest when he flirts. But now this boy comes alone ... (but like you said manager is too focused in school and the team)

MY HEART WAS RIPPED OUT OF MY CHEST AND THROWN INTO A BLENDER WHEN I SAW THIS PART OR JUST WHEN SEIJOH LOST IN GENERAL BC MY BABIES WORKED SO HARD AAAAAAA

oof girl the world is ending

so basically,,,,,

the entire just magically knew about what happened earlier and yahaba’s theory of team telepathy really does work bc not even a minute after it happened, they all spammed you messages and next thing you knew, oikawa was naruto-ing down from the 3rd floor to your class in the first floor

tbh, they shouldve seen this coming yanno?

you were ridiculously pretty and you carried yourself w such elegance and grace that it just seemed to hypnotize everyone into stopping what they were doing and watched you in awe doing the most mundane things like walking or sitting

lmao couldnt be me

your confessions usually happened over letters bc either tol boys kunimi or kindaichi are usually around you at all times so theyre too scared to do anything

hence why your locker was always filled with envelopes yet no upfront public confessions

it ranged from upperclassmen and upperclasswomen who expressed their interest in you and wanted to date you and get to know you better

but tf you dont even know them and you werent about to date a whole stranger

this made the boys a little peeved because you were popular with both the boys and the gals so they were constantly on edge on who was talking to you

it was like having an oikawa 2.0 but not indulging them and pretending theyre not even there

like when you walk to class and sit down, they would flock over and offer you drinks and snacks but you either turned them down or just flat-out ignored them

maybe this was what fueled others on more

your reserved attitude and your refusals made it look like you were playing hard to get and it was almost like a game on who could win the heart of the princess of seijoh

this was proven really difficult because not only do they have your dismissals, you also had guard dogs at every corner and would bite their head off at the slight indication of an interaction

however,,,,

today,,,

this morning,,,,

at 7:53 AM,,,,

they saw you walking down the hallway with a purple-haired boy holding your bag and you giggling at what he was saying

um EXCUSE ME MAAM WHAT

EVERYONE HAS BEEN TRYING TO GAIN YOUR AFFECTIONS FOR MONTHS YET YOU ARE HERE INTERACTING WITH A MALE WHO NO ONE EVEN KNOWS

ESPECIALLY SINCE HE WAS A MALE WHO WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE RIGHT NEXT TO YOU AND HE WASNT A MEMBER OF THE TEAM

!!!!!

and ofc, the boys would immediately know even though theyre spread all over the school

it was kyoken who saw you as he was leaning against your locker and his eyes narrowed before he secretly took a picture and sent it to yahaba, asking if there was a new guy who entered the team while he was away

when he replied with a panicked, ‘NO WHO IS THAT’

kyoken was already advancing to you

yahaba-san immediately sent the picture to the team group chat, that excluded you rood, and oikawa wasted no time and even pushed some fangirls so he could go to you

‘-and she destroyed my sheets’

you laughed at the story and hitoshi stared at you with awe in his eyes

how can someone laugh so beautifully?

like a snort should be considered ugly and gross but it was like cute little squeaks from you and he thought you were like a fairy

‘oh god, i wasnt-’

you were cut off with a hand that held your arm

you came face to face with the glaring face of one of your boys and you immediately turned to him in concern, immediately grasping an arm with the other hand on his cheek to look for any cuts

he rarely comes to you on a normal basis so you thought something was wrong

‘whats wrong, kyo-san? did you get into a fight? do you need me to patch you up?’

he didnt care what you were saying, instead heatedly glaring at this new guy, and grunted a response to agreeing with you going to the nurse

just anywhere to get you away from this,,,, stranger

‘toshi i have to-’

then you were cut off again

‘YYYYY/NNNNNNN-CHHHHHAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

‘OI SHITTYKAWA!’

‘OIKAWA-SAN!’

‘OIKAWA!’

‘CAPTAIN!’

from behind you, 5 tol looming figures were running towards you and next thing you knew, you were in the arms of your captain

‘oikawa-san! what are you doing?!’

oikawa held you tightly against his chest and had his arms tightly around your form to prevent you from being taken away

most of the volleyball team were now circling you and pointedly glaring at the poor boy who was so confused that he wasnt bothered by the death glares

‘oh, its you’

kunimi grumbled

‘kunimi, whats happening?’

hitoshi questioned

you fought away from the hold of oikawa and pushed mattsukawa and hanamaki to stand in front of shinsou hitoshi

‘so sorry about this, toshi. i’ll help you with your room later and ill text you when practice is finished, okay?’

you sheepishly smiled and he nodded, his own smile reassuring you

‘yep. ill see you later then’

‘bye’

you softly said and he turned to walk away

but as soon as he was out of sight, you turned around with a grim looking expression and your hands on your hips, a hard look in your eyes

‘boys, what was that?’

you gritted out

‘y/n-chan! don’t you see?! he was going to take you away! he was an intrude-OW!’

he yelped when you reached up and grabbed his ear before grabbing the other closest who was iwaizumi

they both whined and complained about the ear and slapped your hand but you didnt let up

‘he is a friend, oikawa-san. you have no right on who i can be friends and who i can hang out with because i still have a life outside the team!’

you scolded and the others hung their heads low like puppies

‘sorry, y/n-chan’

oikawa mumbled and iwaizumi also mumbled his apology so you let go of them, dusting off your hands

‘and the rest of you, hold back your captain and dont intimidate him like that!’

‘sorry’

you sighed but ruffled their hair before turning to go to class

‘now, be good boys and dont bother others like this again’

‘yes’

they chorused and you nodded, satisfied

‘ill hold you to it!’

you shouted as you walked down the hallway

when you turned a corner, oikawa grabbed kunimi by the arms

‘you know him, dont you? who is he? what class? address? mother’s name? father’s name? age-’

‘oi stop it, shittykawa’

but despite that, iwaizumi looked at the younger, expecting answers as well

kunimi sighed

‘thats shinsou hitoshi from class 1-3. we have gym together’

and ‘we’ was kunimi and you since you were both in the same class so you constantly saw this shinsou boy?

nuh uh, dont think so, francisco

from the looks of it, you were still single and there was a pining from shinso’s part, maybe yours they dont know

and they were going to do everything in their power to keep you away from him

this was excused to them as protecting their manager from someone else and they werent going to let you be taken by someone else

during practice, they grilled you over your relationship with him

‘i honestly dont know why this is your business but if you must know, his adoptive father, aizawa-san, is my mother’s co-worker and i usually catsit for them. dont worry, we’re not dating. just friends, that’s all’

but they know it wasnt just a friendship type of situation

so when the 4 third years saw you being confessed to by this ‘friend’ outside, they almost toppled out the window as they tried to listen to what was being said

‘shittykawa get off my back!’

‘nuh uh! i want to see clearly!’

‘everyone needs to know that code red is happening!’

yall what

mattsun took a picture and sent it to the gc about their princess being confessed to 

no one replied, possibly too upset or too busy sulking

kyoken actually had to be excused outside bc he was glaring at everyone and everything and the teacher and students were so scared that they had to take him out of class

they were even more peeved when you just walked in like nothing happened

you didnt mention the confession to anyone else the whole day and when you entered the gym, it was very tense

the coaches even looked confused

‘did you guys fight?’

you questioned but no one answered

kunimi and kindaichi were playing with a ball and glaring at it as it hit the floor

the 2nd years yes including kyobabie were pouting to the side

the 3rd years looked annoyed and pissed off 

overall just not seijoh babie vibes

i am uncomfortable with the energy we have created in the gym today🧚✨

‘hey’

you gently said and walked to the captain to figure out what was going on

‘oikawa-san, what happened?’

‘are you dating him now, y/n?’

the seriousness in his voice shocked you and you took a step back in surprise

your expression made him think that you did accept the confession and he scoffed before walking away and doing a jump serve that sounded like a canon blasting

but you were actually confused and surprised that they even knew bc you were sure it was a secluded area where no one could see you

‘dating,,,? dating who?’

you asked to them and the 3rd years just knitted their eyebrows

‘dont play coy, y/n-chan’

oikawa hissed

‘no matter how many times i flirted or asked you on dates, you never said yes. never agreed or even showed a little bit of interest. on me!! your captain!!! but now!!! this little grape boy comes along and you suddenly start dating just because he has cats! what kinda bias is this?!’

he started ranting and whining and being a brat that you pinched his nose shut

‘oi, oikawa-san, are you jumping to conclusions again? first the hickey accident and now this?’

he made a whining noise for you to let go and rubbed his nose when you finally let go

you turned around to face the others and you sighed, massaging your temples

‘everyone, who spread this misunderstanding?’

no one pointed to anyone but their gazes settled on the thick eyebrow boy that you were sure wouldnt have ratted you out

a noise of surprise and betrayal escaped from you as mattsun quickly scrambled to get everyone to stop staring at him

‘MATTSUN-SAN! YOU-!’

you pointed at him and mattsun rushed forward to grab your hands before holding them close to his chest

‘y/n-chan, we just saw you when we were passing! it was makki who wanted to tell the others!’

the betrayal made iwa laugh but makki ran up to kick mattsun to the side

‘youre the one who committed the deed! i was merely suggesting it! it was iwaizumi who wanted to watch them first!’

‘IWA-SAN!’

you gasped at the normally chill third year and you didnt expect him to be the one who started it first

iwa panicked and held his hands out cautiously

‘y/n-chan, understand that i was just worried and i didnt want you to be outside by yourself after what happened, okay? i didnt know he was confessing to you’

you closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose tightly

‘again! whoever and whatever happens in my love life is my business! mine! and only mine! you cannot control it and get angry at ME because i do want a boyfriend and i do want to experience dating bc i want to know how it feels to be loved like that! so i wont let a bunch of children stop me from having that!’

the third years shared a look before they they gave up and nodded in defeat

but oikawa was the most offended

‘Y/N-CHAN! I ASK YOU ON DATES ALL THE TIME AND I ALWAYS OFFER TO GIVE YOU THAT LOVE SO WHY CAN’T IT BE ME?! WHAT DOES THAT GRAPE HUMANOID HAVE THAT I DONT?!’

he whined and stomped his foot after crossing his arms and a pout on his face

you shook your head, not even bothering to answer that, and went to the others

‘dont be mad and be upset, okay? i refused him bc i have no time for a relationship when im too busy looking after my own boys. i really dont want to add another’

kindaichi and yahaba’s face scrunched as they rushed forward to hug you 

‘we thought you would leave us y/n-chan!’

‘stay as ours forever, okay?’

you were so relieved that they werent as aggressive as the oldests and gave each player their own favorite hugs

but you stopped in front of kyo, not really knowing how to hug him since youve never exactly showed any type of affection like that

so you were just awkwardly standing there with raised arms but he patted your head, you smiling and leaning more to his touch

‘hm, kyo-san, ya finally warming up to me?’

you teased but he scoffed, gently headbutting you with his forehead against yours

‘now, everyone! dont misunderstand and know that for as long as i will be a manager, i wont be in a relationship bc my time as a manager is too crucial since i would probably have to look after you so you dont get yourself to jail. a boyfriend is adding more boys in to that list and i dont want that. you will be my boys forever and i wont be taken from you so please trust on me and stop being so overprotective bc i wont give them the affection or wishes they want!’

oikawa teared up and was about to go trample you but he was held back

‘no! i want a hug! i want a family hug! cmon, iwa-chan!’

practice went by quickly but you demanded them to do 10 diving laps in punishment for all the misunderstandings theyve created 

but they gladly did it bc it meant that you wont be taken from them and you would be theirs forever and their cute manager is going to pay attention to them and them only

i got serious yandere vibes from this but its so heartwarming that theyre so overprotective and lowkey you got yourself a harem

after practice, they all wanted to walk home with you but you told them that shinsou’s house was the other direction

‘y/n-chan! you said you wouldn’t-’

you rolled your eyes

‘oikawa-san, just because i refused that confession doesnt mean i will stop earning money. i still have to catsit for his family and earn my money!’

they only agreed when kyo said that he was walking that way too but they were still weary and jealous bc he got to spend more time with you than them

as you were both walking, you looked up at him

‘kyo-san, what type of hug do you like?’

‘hah?’

he looked down at you bc we short with wide eyes and flushed cheeks

you smiled and looked forward, skipping slightly

‘everyone in the team has their own special hugs. i want everyone to have one bc you all are individually special to me so-’

but he stopped walking and pulled arm before he lifted you up, making you squeak and wrap your legs around his waist

thank god you were wearing your tracksuit and not your skirt

‘k-kyo-san?’

bruh is it obv that kyoken is one of my favorite seijoh boys like bls love on him

he didnt want you to see his flustered expression bc he still has a reputation to uphold, yanno?

so he tucked it in your neck and you softly smiled before playing with the baby hairs at the base of his neck

‘you like this kind then, kyo-san? kinda aggressive but perfectly suits you, yanno?’

he just grunted and you laughed

he wasnt about to tell you that he liked holding you on his arms bc you were so tiny and so you that holding you like this makes him feel like he was protecting you and feel good about himself bc he gets to be the one who shields you from the world

yuhhhhh get it kyo

‘so yahaba-san told me that you got kicked out of class bc you scared the teacher and kids?’

you questioned and he left his spot on your neck and pulled his face back so you could clearly see his face

it was red and possibly flustered but you just snickered

he still held you by his strong arms so you were able to move your small hands to his face where he flinched at first but relaxed when you touched his cheeks

your fingers gently pulled the sides of his lips and you tilted your head to the side

‘you,,, look really handsome when you smile, kyo-san’

you whispered and he was so surprised that his tough mask fell and was replaced by wide eyes and his eyebrows rose up, the intimidating look disappearing from his eyes

‘i-i do?’

you bit your lip bc this was so different from the aggressive kyo you knew and you didnt expect this type of innocence that he just showed you

maybe he wasnt so innocent from the fights and arguments he has started or been in 

but he was so innocent to soft touches and compliments bc he wasnt exposed to it, only used to the ones that were said due to the aura he exuded or his looks

‘yep, you do. so keep smiling for me, kay? dont have to be around the others or all the time, but i,,, want to see it sometimes’

he blinked at you but quickly went back to your neck to hide the big smile that was threatening to come out

you felt his lips move and you laughed

‘noooo! kyo-san!!! i want to see your smilee!!! dont hide it!!!’

but it was cut short when a familiar shout was heard from the other side of the street that was near the school

it seemed that oikawa was worried about you walking alone with kyoken so he followed you both with the other third years

‘kyoken-chan! y/n-chan!’

he shouted in betrayal

you were about to get away from kyo’s hold but he tightened his grip and leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, still staring straight at the captain

‘mine’

again, do you know what happened next?

oikawa screamed

this was actually pretty funny to write bc wowza oikawa is so oikawa and hes just so oikawa-like, yanno? and im still simping over kyoken and shinsou is my ult fave in bnha and i really love him like ugghhhh :’)

[theskywaslookingback]

Thinking visible world thoughts about what Gerry and Jon would have been like as teens. Gerry the child trying to be what his mother wants and then rebelling, hating her for always trying to take more than he can give. Angry at a world that denied him the knowing of his father, the love of a family that wasn’t THIS. Tired of being told “you look just like your mother”. He dyes his hair with shit box dye from the corner store and pretends not to hear his mother screaming at him. He repairs holes in his jeans with patches born more from practicality than fashion and ignores the jeers at school.

Jon’s always been more polished, pressed shirts and slacks because his grandmother had always done his laundry. When she finally hands the task over to him, Jon uses it as an excuse to raid Gerry’s closet. Tee shirts of bands he’d never listened to outside of Gerry’s bedroom, old jeans too small to fit Gerry anymore, a zip up hoodie with elbow patches and holes around the ends of the sleeves. It’s a breath of fresh air the first time he wears a shirt he doesn’t have to button up to the neck. Gerry takes him thrift shopping and he goes home with his arms laden down with bags of old worn jumpers and soft joggers. Jon’s grandmother makes a face and says Gerry’s a bad influence, making him dress down like that, and that just makes Jon dig his heels in further.

Gerry helps Jon try make up for the first time, and eventually it devolves into giggling and drawing on each other’s face with eyeliner pens. It takes forever to scrub off and Jon cokes home pink cheeked and grinning so hard his grandmother thinks he’s drunk.

They find their way to the beach after school, clambering over rocks with Jon making disgusted noises and Gerry’s laughter ringing over the sound of waves. Gerry takes a tumble and sprains his ankle, his mother doesn’t even notice. Gerry has a light hand, deft at lifting money from the pockets of businessmen that he runs into on the street and bottles of shitty vodka from the liquor store. Jon pretends he doesn’t approve, chides Gerry even, but never turns down the bottle when offered. They get drunk at night on the beach or in Gerry’s bedroom or once, very bravely, in Jon’s back yard.

The first time Gerry leans in to kiss Jon theyre both intoxicated, heads swimming with crappy alcohol and summer heat. Jon panics and shoves Gerry away, stammering that he can’t- that they shouldn’t- Gerry it’ll ruin everything. Gerry tries to wave it off, apologize, says he’s just drunk Jon don’t worry about it just forget it. And then Jon’s crying because he’s always been a weepy drunk and he says he’s sorry he pushed him, he likes Gerry but he doesn’t think he’d like that. Terrified because he’s a teenager and he’s been told for years he supposed to have these urges that he just doesnt, told that he’s supposed to want to kiss girls and he’s already come to terms that he likes girls and he likes boys but he doesn’t want to kiss them, or or anything else and he’s worried something might be wrong but he doesn’t even know how to search for that, medically speaking and- Gerry just folds him into his arms, like he has for years and years and tells him it’s okay, that they’re okay. And they are for a while.

Jon dyes Gerry’s hair in the sink at his grandmothers house and gets it everywhere, the final straw of many as she bans Gerry from stepping foot in her house ever again. It’s hard. They spend time together before and after school, but Gerry has work and Jon has to study and Gerry’s mom has gotten increasingly more difficult so they can’t go there. Jon goes weeks without seeing Gerry outside of school and feels sick with it.

The second time Gerry leans in to kiss Jon is after a month of this, when they finally get a Saturday afternoon to be together. They’re sober this time, and Gerry asks. Jon’s face screws up like he’s about to say no but Gerry shakes his head and says, not on the lips, can I kiss your cheek. So Jon says yes, and then he keeps saying yes, and then Gerry is very lightly peppering his face with kisses while Jon tangles a hand in his hair. When Gerry presses their foreheads together Jon thinks he might even cry.

Gerry takes Jon to concerts every night that he can, things he knows Jon will hate just to see him bitch and roll his eyes, and things he knows he’ll love. Jon’s grandmother gives him an earful every time they stay out too late and Jon finally snaps and says Gerry cares about him more than she ever did. It’s mean, and it makes his grandmother go very still. She gives him a ten o clock curfew and says she’ll call the police if he’s not home by then. It’s the only time Jon ever slams a door in his grandmother’s face.

When Gerry’s mom dies it’s sudden and it’s devastating. One day Gerry is in school, telling Jon they’ll meet up after he gets off work on Sunday and then next he’s using the landline in a coffee shop to tell him that his mother’s dead. Three days later and they’re both in all black, two of only five people attending the funeral of Mary Keay. Gerry doesn’t cry, but stands there with hands clenched and stone faced. He looks just like his mother. He doesn’t let Jon hold him, doesn’t let him cup his face or hold his hand. He leaves Bournemouth afterward and doesn’t even tell Jon where he’s going. Jon’s sure he’s grieving, even if he’d hated her there at the end, and he’s sure Gerry will come back to him. And then the weeks pass, and the months. Jon’s grandmother changes the number to the landline and Jon gets his first cellphone. He gets his acceptance to Oxford and tries to bury Gerry Keay with the rest of his childhood things. It never stops hurting.

[emsvegetables]

“Hi !! I’m greatly in love with your works and I was wondering if I could request scenarios for Ushijima & Iwaizumi as fathers. You can change the scenario if you don’t like it but I’d love to see their reactions to their daughter introducing them to her volleyball player boyfriend. Sorry if this doesn’t make alotta sense and thanks in advanced if you write my request !! Keep up the good work & stay safe :D”

hi anon!!!! I presume that you want it in a hc format??? But i hope i wrote it okay!!! Thank you, and stay safe too!!! <3

Ushijima:

* He’s such a dad(dy)

* He honestly loves you so much, and when he realises that you’re pregnant, it’s the first time you see such a big, silly smile spread across his face.

* He’s going to carry you around everywhere when you’re pregnant, and he’s going to make sure you’re out of harms way whenever he’s with you.

* He’s carrying everything for you too!!! Water bottle? It’s no longer on your hands, it’s found it’s way into his bag. Powerbank? He’s stowing it away in a zipper.

* The only thing he’ll let you carry if your wallet and phone LOL.

* And when your baby pops out????

* That big, silly smile is returning, and he’s lacing his fingers with yours as he smile down at your little girl.

* In the anime and manga, you can see Ushijima’s dad teaching Ushijima volleyball!!!!!!!!

* You can bet that Ushijima’s teaching your little girl how to play volleyball the moment she can stand up and walk around.

* There are days where you’ll be laying in bed, and you’ll hear giggles down at the front yard, and when you peer your head out of the window, your daughter’s happily laughing as Ushijima smiles at her and receives a ball.

* He’s so soft for you and her, honestly.

* There’s nothing that he won’t do for the both of you.

* He brings your daughter and you to all of his games and tournaments bc he’s a professional volleyball player, and he’s always smiling whenever he sees the two of you by the stands, waving and cheering at him.

* And when his little girl first heads for high school???? He’s holding your hands tightly as the both of you wave goodbye to her.

* That’s the first time you see him shed a tear.

* And when she gets to join the girl’s volleyball team????

* He’s dragging you to go to all her games, and everyone’s so shocked when he appears bc SHIT, that girl’s father is THE USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI???????????

* And when he cheers for her, he’s voice is the loudest, and reverberates around the entire stadium, and everyone else falls silent.

* Your daughter is so embarrassed LOL

* But she always smiles at her father after she gets a spike in, and you always see him shoot a small smile back.

* ONE DAY, your daughter tells you that she’s bringing home someone for dinner that day.

* And you’ve obviously been a girl her age before, so you’re like 👀 okay, Ushiwaka 2.0.

* Ushijima doesn’t know, LMAOOOOOOO, he was in the toilet when she tells you that.

* Can you imagine the look on his face when your daughter says that there’s one more person that’s coming when he asks whether they can have dinner yet.

* ITS THAT FACE. THAT CALM, BUT LOOKS LIKE HES GOING TO MURDER SOMEONE FACE.

* When your daughter opens the front door and ushers in a boy that smiles at her, his eyebrows furrow just a bit and you have to hold back a laugh.

* Then the boy catches sight of Ushijima and his smile instantly melts away and he looks like he was going to wet his pants LOL

* “Hi, Mr and Mrs Ushijima.”

* You’re smiling and waving at that guy, because someone has to be the good cop here.

* Then Ushijima puts out a hand for the guy to shake, and when the guy nervously shakes his hands, you swear you see Ushijima’s hands clamp down on his.

* DID YOU HAVE TO CALL THE AMBULANCE BECAUSE SOME BOY WAS ABOUT TO BREAK ALL THE BONES IN HIS HANDS????????????

* “Dad.”

* Your daughter is saying in that voice of hers, and Ushijima finally relents and beckons the boy to sit.

* HAH THATS THE FIRST TIME you see Ushijima not eat his usual portion of dinner, instead opting to observe that poor, unfortunate boy.

* “Dad, do you know (poor boy���s name) plays volleyball? He was recruited for the U19 national volleyball team for practice.”

* Then you see a click flip in Ushijima’s mind.

* His eyes widen, and his stance relaxes, just the slightest.

* TBH THIS ENTIRE TIME HE WAS JUST TRYING TO BE NICE TO THE BOY BUT HE DIDNT KNOW HOW TO MAKE CONVERSATION LOLOLOLOL

* So he starts talking to the boy about what he knows best: VOLLEYBALL!!!!!

* The boy and him get along swimmingly, and your daughter is prodding you in the arm.

* “Mom, does that mean Dad’s okay with (poor turned happy but awkward boy’s name)?”

* You smile at her, and ruffle her hair.

* “Why don’t you ask daddy later.”

Iwaizumi:

* HES SUCH A DAD(DY) TOO RIRIFIFJDK

* When you tell him your pregnant, his eyes widen just the slightest, and he’s picking you up and spinning you around.

* “ARE YOU SERIOUS, (Y/N)???????”

* Then he puts you down and is looking at you worriedly.

* “Oh shit, did i hurt little (Y/N)???”

* He’s pressing his head to your belly and listening for any sounds.

* WHAT A CUTE IDIOT.

* He’s instantly making sure you don’t do any chores in the house, and he’s lifting any heavy thing for you.

* He’s also installing anti-slip mats in the bathroom because he doesn’t want you to fall!!!!!!!!

* Whenever you guys go out he makes sure to always hold your hand so he can pull you out of danger if necessary.

* And when little (Y/N) comes out, he’s crying.

* Like, this man loves you so much?????? And now he has two (Y/N)s to love?????????? He can’t even talk anymore.

* He’s the sweetest, honestly.

* Whenever your little girl wants to play, he’s abandoning whatever he was doing at that moment to play with her.

* Fake tea party? He’s a princess ready to thank her for inviting him.

* Superhero fight? He’s picking her up and running throughout the house, bringing her to a stop in front of you to let her shoot you with fireballs.

* There are days where you wake up to the fresh smell of eggs and bacon and the sounds of giggle and laughs, and you’ll pad out of the room to see her helping him cook.

* RIRIIFFJ I LOVE HIM FIRIFIFID

* When he sees his little girl in her high school uniform, he’s so damn PROUD.

* He’s happily waving at her with his hands held tightly on your waist, and when she’s out of view he’s burrowing his head into your shoulders and crying a little.

* HE JUST LOVES THE BOTH OF YOU SO MUCH RIRIFIF

* When your little girl joins the girl’s volleyball team and becomes setter (thanks to her GREAT uncle Oikawa), Iwaizumi’s making sure he’s bringing you to all of her games.

* “(Y/N) LOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!”

* He’s screaming himself hoarse when she dumps the ball in front of the team.

* When she laughs and waves at him he’s beaming with pride.

* But he’s not beaming with pride when your daughter brings home her boyfriend one day.

* He’s muscles are tense, and his eyes are narrowed.

* It’s the face that appears whenever Oikawa pissed him off back in high school.

* When he was ready to hit someone.

* You have to whisper in his ears to tell him to relax before he actually forces out a smile.

* Because as much as he wants to beat that boy up, he wants to be supportive towards his little girl.

* “Mr and Mrs Iwaizumi.”

* The boy politely greets, and you have to whisper into Iwaizumi’s ears that hey, at least the boy is polite!!!

* He sighs, and reaches out a hand to shake with the boy’s.

* LMAO ITS UNINTENTIONAL, BUT HES INSTANTLY USING HIS BEST GRIP ON THAT POOR BOY.

* “Dad.”

* That tone of your daughter’s causes him to sigh, and release the boy’s hands.

* He invites the boy to another room to have a ‘nice’ chat with him after dinner, and your daughter keeps asking you if her boyfriend will be okay.

* THEYRE HAVING AN ARM WRESTLE IN THE NEXT ROOM LOLOLOLOLOL

* Okay when the boy loses, because Iwaizumi’s doing his BEST to pin that hand down, Iwaizumi at least respects that the boy had enough power to resist him for half a minute.

* “You take care of (your daughter’s name), got it, boy?”

* “Yes!!! Sir!!”

ahhh i hope it’s okay anon!!! hope you enjoy!!!

[softboyscully]

Public School Stuff I Wanted to Share

public school is both beautiful and horrifying am i right

so ill just go by the grades i guess

Kindergarten, first year

i did kindergartden at a catholic school in a relativly big city so this one’s got some shit

we went to church every wednesday, me and best friend (lost track of her when we moved, wish we’d stayed in touch, she was awesome) would giggle the whole time, pretty sure we made fun of jesus once, can’t remember why, possibly the hair

i had the nicest teacher, she was (as i remember her) young, blonde, and super sweet, that was the first and last year i ever had naptime

SPEAKING of naptime

i never slept during it

once i found what i remember being a nut of some sort on the ground, probably came off someone’s shoe

i grab it, turn to sarah (my best friend), say something about putting it up my nose

sarah, apparently having common sense, says, “no dont do it!! we’re supposed to be sleeping!!”

i put it up my fucking nose

try to get it out, just push it farther in

im crying a little bit now, that shit hurts

go up to my teacher

“you’re supposed to be asleep!”

“i have a nut up my nose and it wont come out”

teacher tries to get it out, but it wont budge

just. sends me back to my mat

that was it

the art room was tiny

like re-purposed broom closet tiny

there was a copy of the mona lisa in the hallway, someone had drawn ray bans on it with a pencil, never got replaced

there was a creepy-ass basement i went down to after school, we ate cheeseballs and sandwiches with some kind of meat, mayo, and that kinda yellow bread

someone broke his leg down there once, think an older kid threw him at the ceiling or something

we learned how to play Silver Bells with actual bells in music class

Kindergarten, second year

i remember these two teachers as the evil step sister-type look, but it might be my little kid imagination

but seriously they were horrible

we learned stuff in a room that was more middle-school styled, except everything was green or black and it was v dark

me and sarah attained a new friend, john

honestly i think we would’ve stayed friends for a while if i didnt move away

i have two vivid memories

one is of me really wanting to go home, so i walked by the teacher’s desk and did a fake sneeze

they laughed at me and told me to go sit back down

the other is  john leaning his chair back and then falling, so me and sarah went to help him back up

it was funny, so he did it again

and again

me and sarah were laughing, had the time of our lives

after the maybe fifth time the teachers said “john can get back up by himself. sit down and stay there.”

one of the reasons we moved was bc i got sent a letter from my fourth grade buddie

most of the words weren’t spelled correctly, many letters were backwards

my mother was horrified

ofc now we know it was probably a learning disability 

1st grade

this is when i moved

beginning of school i was ASTOUNDED we didnt have uniforms, one of the best things ever to happen to me

nothing wrong with this teacher, she was cool

thing is i was a little shit

told everyone my dogs died (they did but i was maybe three when it happened, i remember it not)

all my personal narratives were bullshit (only one sticks in my memory, wrote it about celebrating christmas AND hanukkah with my dad’s friends who were jewish, i have never even met those friends)

had a crush on this kid, best friend (she was terrible and helped wreck me emotionally) told me to kiss him in music class. me being a stupid ass bitch, i did it, aND HE GOES TO THE TEACHER AND CALLS ME OUT. at the end of class she gets both of us to stay for a bit, AND I DENYIED EVERYTHING. i walked across the fucking classroom, kissed him on the cheek, ran away giggling, told my teacher i didn’t do anything, AND GOT AWAY WITH IT. i’ve embarrassed myself further with this child but thats another story

2nd grade

i loved this teacher but honestly he was absolute shit

like. all he did was play the guitar and sing with us

never actually taught us stuff???

middle of the year, my mom goes in for a parent-teacher conference, he tells her i dont pay attention is math.

“what do you mean?”

“she doesn’t listen, she just takes out a book and starts reading.”

“........have you.... tried taking the book away?”

“sure, i could try that.”

“o....kay”

he also told her i’d be a girl who’d grow up to love spellcheck (which i do lmao)

like ???? why not just??? teach me to spell????

there was this one dude who one day showed up, gave me a pink stuffed cat, and then asked me where i lived

funniest thing was he lived on the same street as me

something that is vivid in my memory is showing up to class one day and realizing that i was wearing my regular clothes over my pajamas

also we had fish

every day someone else was in charge of feeding them

one of the times it was my job, i grab the fish food and walk over to the tank only to find all of the fish floating on the top

i screamed “THE FISH CAN FLY?!?!?!?!?!”

everyone ran over, all of us scarred for life when Mr. G walks over and goes in the most normal voice ever “no theyre dead”

we held a funeral

the cause of death is still undetermined

3rd grade

this year just draws a blank for me

all i know is that whoever the teacher was, they neglected to teach me how to tell time from a clock

also we learned the Cotten Eyed Joe dance in gym around here

4th grade

i had two teachers this year

one was the same one from 1st grade, the other one was a total bitch

made a girl named hannah ball her eyes out once, never apologized

i was (and am) and avid reader, so my reading skills were high above average

instead of being proud of me she told me i was weird, not normal, and too smart for a 4th grader, so i MUST be cheating. 

she was the start of a lot of self confidence issues for me ngl

this was around the time i went and got tested for ADHD (me and my grandmother almost broke down on the highway but thats another story), Mrs. M (the nice one) was super supportive when i told her why i was leaving early but Ms. S (bitch) told me ADHD wasn’t real and i just wanted to be special for once

she sucked, Ms. S

5th grade

this is getting super long so this’ll be the last one i do

but my teacher..... Mr. F was A+++++

he legitimately taught me math

we had i guess like,,, a buddie class we switched with sometimes

the teacher of that class was Mrs. R, who had crazy red hair and many freckles

at one point she referenced a meme and my entire class started screaming

also there was another Mrs. S (to differentiate this one will be called Mrs. Su)

she was kind of crazy

she was the astronomy teacher and she told us many times that the moon landing was faked

once she handed out sunscreen and had everyone put it on their whole body (this was in december, fyi)

Mr. F also hosted an ‘archeological dig’ which sounds cool but in reality he had a bunch of arcade prizes from his childhood buried in little flower pots we dug into with plastic spoons

also heres some stuff i cants pinpoint the time of/happened in multiple grades:

someone held a who-can-scream-the-most-like-a-goat contest

a guy named Makenzie won

remember we planned it while the teacher left the classroom so the teacher walks back in and one by one everyone in the room starts screaming, there was some applause, a few kids got a standing ovation

we cleaned out our desks in the middle of the year, i found 3 socks and a dog treat in mine

like how the fuck did any of those things get there

and where’s the fourth sock

b o t t l e f l i p p i n g

but no seriously there were at least five water bottles stuck in the ceiling in the cafeteria

my sorta friend charlie was obsessed with paper airplanes

one time he might’ve broken the world record for longest time in the air but he was counting in his head and it was at recess so there was no video

four square and gaga ball would be played no matter the setting, time, or conditions and it was super competitive

like if you could get to king in four square you got the everlasting respect of everyone

and everyone was super educated on four square special rules, special plays, that kinda shit

no but guys i grew up with bus stop, candy store, haunted house on mondays, haunted mansion on fridays, zombies was fair game unless it was Zach, Ryan, Chrissy or Vee

me and one other guy named andrew were the only known pjo fans, had the time of our LIVES making refrences

“HEY ANDREW IM NOBODY”

“I HAVE WAITED YEARS FOR YOU, NOBODY, COME HERE AND FACE YOUR DEATH”

“hey annabeth, i thought you looked like a princess when i first saw you. i printed out a picture you sent me casually and kept it with me. i snuck along on a quest so i could save you, endangering myself immensely. i held the sky for you. when you talk about your crush on luke, i get jealous. beckendorf understood, but hes dead.”

“ikr we’re literally the best of friends”

“RIGHT”  

also the first time we finished mark of athena we were in the same classroom and we individually dropped the book, stood up, looked at each other, and screamed “WELL FUCK YOU TOO RICK RIORDAN”

[kalypsichor]

fools on a hill [ george harrison x reader ]

summary: From childhood friends to fellow Beatles, George and you seem to have lived your whole lives under this tree. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Request: hii could u do like, a mini beatle!reader x geo imagine where theyre best friends since they were kids idkk i trust u warnings: time skips

i’m posting this in celebration of our beautiful George’s birthday part one! i suppose tomorrow is part two. we’ll never know. and i am so sorry dear anon, you asked for a mini imagine and my brain just ran with it.

masterlist

There’s a boy sitting under your tree.

Well, it doesn’t belong to you, exactly. But you’ve been eating lunch under it every day since the start of primary school— a big old sycamore tree atop a small hill, the perfect hideaway from your annoying classmates— for a whole week! So you definitely have some claim to it. Yes, you’re going to give him a piece of your mind. And that’s the plan you have in your head as you march up to him, tiny fist clenched around your lunchbox. That is, until he looks up and you see that he’s got something cupped in his hands.

“What's that?” you ask, your curiosity overtaking any anger you might have previously held towards the boy. He looks startled at the fact that you’ve just gone and plopped yourself right next to him with a complete disregard for personal space. His answer is hesitant and quiet, and you lean even closer to hear.

“Some kinda cricket. I think.”

He relaxes his grip just a smidge and sure enough, you can see something small and legged moving around. You nod your head, satisfied, and open your lunch. The two of you sit in silence, comfortable in the way that children are when they owe nothing to each other, you chomping down on the sandwich your mum packed and the boy just staring down at the bug. Sometime after you open your juice box, he opens his hands and lets the cricket hop away.

“What’d you do that for?” you startle. “You’re letting it get away!”

He looks at you from beneath his messy fringe and shrugs. “It doesn’t belong to me,” he says.

You both watch as it pauses some distance away, antenna quivering as though searching for something, before disappearing into the boundless sea of grass.

---

The familiar sight of George leaning against the tree quells your feelings somewhat, but your lip is still trembling by the time you’ve thrown yourself onto the grass next to him. He closes his book and sets it to the side, waiting for you to speak first. You stew in your anger for a little while before it spills out.

“Why are boys so stupid?”

“We’re not stupid,” George says defensively, but you plow on.

“I was trying to draw a picture in class and Tommy Wood kept on pulling on my hair and telling me it looked ugly and I told him to stop but he wouldn’t! and every time Miss Gordie would come around he sat very still and pretended to be working but the moment she left he’d just he’d start pulling on my braids again! He’s so stupid and I hate him.” You punctuate the last sentence with a particularly harsh yank at some blades of grass.

“My mum says boys tease girls if they like them.”

“But you don't tease me, Geo, and we like each other the most.”

He contemplates this for a while, brows furrowed. “I suppose you're right. He’s just an arse then.”

You giggle and sit up, leaning a head on his shoulder “You can't call him that! My mum says it’s a naughty word.”

“Well maybe I'm just a naughty boy,” he says, grinning wickedly. Before you can anticipate whatever evil deed he's planning, he’s already got his hands tickling your sides.

“No, stop it, noooo! Geo— you can’t— stOP!!!”

Your laughter rings across the open field and soon Tommy is all but forgotten, carried away on the summer breeze.

--

“D’you remember when we first met here?”

The tree looks so small. As kids, it seemed like the biggest thing, an enormous leafy umbrella that protected you and George against the world. Now, you have to duck to stand underneath its branches.

“No, actually, you’ll have to remind me,” you tease. He nudges you in the ribs and you dance away, laughing. “‘course I do, Geo. It was the best thing that ever happened to me!”

As you walk around the trunk, trailing your fingers across its familiar notches and grooves, George flops down. When you’ve come full circle, he’s already got his head tilted back against the tree and his eyes closed, basking in the sun. It’s a peaceful scene. He looks like he belongs there, like he hasn’t moved since that day in primary school.

You must’ve stood there for a long time watching him because George slowly opens an eye and smirks up at you all cat-like. Uncrossing his arms, he pats his legs.

“Why don’t you come down here, love? The view is better.”

You snort at his terrible flirting but oblige and settle into his lap, hands coming up naturally to link behind his neck. Your head finds his chest and for a while you allow yourself to relax there. Ear pressed against argyle sweater, the steady beat of his heart lulls you almost to sleep.

“You know, I thought you were a weirdo.”

The moment is shattered and you look up, bewildered. “What?”

“That first day! There I was, sitting by myself at recess and some girl comes along and starts botherin’ me!”

You smack his chest lightly in mock-anger. “I’m the weirdo? You’re the one that sat under my tree-- not to mention you were catching bugs while everyone else was playing on the swings and the like!”

George’s eyes narrow with a playfulness and he catches your wrists before they can thump him again. “Your tree? It didn’t have your name on it.”

“‘S not like you could fucking read.”

“Hm, well, maybe not. But it’s our tree now, isn’t it?”

You don’t know whether you want to smack him or snog him senseless. “You’re so cheesy,” you grumble, and when you close the distance between your lips he’s still smiling. It’s a kiss you’ve had a thousand times, but George still feels the thrill of it spark in his chest.

“Hey hey! Lovebirds goin’ at it, huh? Oh, Paul, hold me. Their love is too much!”

It’s John with his smirky meerkat face trotting up the hill to where the two of you are sat, Paul and Ringo trailing behind at a much more leisurely pace. George sighs and pulls away.

“Can I kill ‘im?”

A tempting thought. “No, we don’t need the fans thinking that two of the Beatles are dead. It’s bad press.”

You two are giggling before you know it, shaking in each other’s arms. John’s standing in front of the tree now, bent down awkwardly to fit under.

“What are you two laughin’ about?” he demands.

“Your nose,” George says. You laugh even harder.

“You’ve got some nerve—”

“Well, now you know what it’s like.”

That’s Ringo, who’s grinning good-naturedly with a hand to his face to block the sun. Paul comes up a few steps behind and restrains John before he can throw a fit. The familiar back and forth of the group fills you with a funny sort of warmth that buzzes ever so slightly in your chest. You turn and slide off of George’s lap to cuddle into his side.

“Should we get back soon?” Paul asks this with an air that suggests he doesn’t really want to. “Eppy will be havin’ an aneurysm when he finds out we’ve ditched another meeting.”

The air is warm and sweet with the smell of summer. It’s lethargic, sinking into everyone’s bones like molasses. No one wants to do anything and you can see it in your bandmates-- how John allows his glasses to almost slide off the slope of his nose before pushing them back up, the way Ringo fidgets restlessly with his rings. George traces lazy, looping patterns into your arm and you shuffle even closer into his embrace.

“I think we deserve a little break,” he says. His voice rumbles in his chest and you can feel the vibration through your spine.

“A few minutes can’t hurt.” And with that, Ringo throws himself onto the grass spread eagle, smiling adorably at his newfound plan. The others follow suit without complaint. What a funny sight you must have been to any passerby— the famous Beatles all sprawled out under a little sycamore tree.

Well, it wasn’t just any tree. It was the tree that had grown up with you, had watched as you ate lunches and told jokes and fell in love under its very branches. It didn’t belong to you or George or anyone else but itself. And for this brief moment on a lazy summer’s day, you two belonged to it.

[benhardyisdaddy]

complicated - part 2

MASTERLIST 

(theyre now all grown up and ben is so cute UGHHH i hope u all like this, the series is going to be interesting lolol) 

Word Count: 1,600

Years have now passed since the first day you met your new best friend. After high school, you had been searching for a roommate so you could finally move out and be the independent person you want to be. You mentioned the thought to Ben when he suddenly blurted out that he could be your roommate. 

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I don’t want to put that kind of pressure on you.” 

“Are you kidding me?” he asks with a big goofy grin on his face. “What better roommate to have than your own handsome best friend?” 

You laugh and roll your eyes at his cockiness. You think about it for a second more and agree. 

“Okay! I’m totally up for it. Two best friends rooming together. What’s the worst that can happen?” 

Well, there’s a few things that can happen. One of them being Ben bringing home random women and finding them half naked in your kitchen early in the morning - a morning like today. Your alarm for work had woken you up as you get up from bed and stretch. You yawn loudly as you throw on your robe and rub your eyes. You open your bedroom door and slowly make your way down the hallway and into the kitchen. You needed coffee ASAP. You notice the fridge open and assume it’s Ben rummaging around for food to eat. You chuckle to yourself and turn on the coffee pot. 

“If you want cereal, we need to go shopping for mi-” 

Before you can finish your sentence, a blonde haired woman stands up fast. She looks to you half startled as her eyes are wide. You’re taken aback as she steps back and you realize the only thing she has on is one of Ben’s shirts. She crosses her arms and looks you up and down, almost a rude glare in her eyes. 

“And you are?” she asks snarky. 

“I mean you’re the half naked one in my kitchen.” you bite back. 

You never liked the girls Ben brought back home with him. They were always so rude and almost jealous when you’ve greeted by them. You should be used to his random flings by now, but you’re not. Her eyes go wide by what you say. 

“You’re kitchen? This is Ben’s-” 

Before she can finish, in walks a half dressed Ben. He has on pajama pants and that’s all. He yawns before realizing the tensed stare down before him. The girl spots him and her face softens as she smiles. 

“Good morning, you.” she purrs as he walks in more. 

You give him a glare with a raised eyebrow. He gives you an ‘I’m sorry’ look with his big puppy dog eyes. 

“Y/n, this is Vanessa. Vanessa, y/n.” 

“His roommate.” you say slowly with a fake smile. 

Vanessa scowls as she looks back to Ben slightly confused. 

“You told me your roommate was a guy.” 

You laugh and try to hold it back, causing her to look at you fast with narrowed eyes. 

“Ashamed of me, are we, Ben?” you tease, causing his face to go slightly red. 

“What? No, I, um-” 

“You’re also breaking one of our rules.” you say as you scan his toned, shirtless body. 

“Rules are meant to be broken, right?” he teases as he looks to Vanessa. 

She smirks and runs her hand along his stomach. You roll your eyes and force yourself not to gag. 

“Not our rules, Ben. Wearing clothes at all times is definitely a rule we made.”

“Oh relax, y/n. I just woke up. Cut me some slack.” 

“Yeah,” says Vanessa. “Cut Benny some slack.” 

That’s the nickname only you can use for Ben and he knows it. He tenses up when he watches the look on your face. You tense your jaw and finally shrug.

“Okay, fine. If we’re all gonna be half dressed, then why can’t I?” 

And with that, you tear off your robe and fling your shirt off. Luckily you had your bra on. Vanessa glares at you as Ben’s mouth slightly falls open. His eyes scan you up and down and then he shakes his head fast. 

“Hey!” he shouts. 

You just shrug as you turn to pour yourself a cup of coffee. 

“Cut me some slack, Benny.” you mock back to him. 

You hear as Vanessa huffs and you smirk to yourself. 

“Do you want to go get some breakfast?” she asks him. 

You fight back a laugh at that question. You know Ben well and he’s not the type to go eat breakfast after a night with a girl. He’s the kind of guy to call them a cab and wish them well as they leave. Relationship isn’t a word in his vocabulary. You know where this is headed. 

“Oh, I really wish I could, but I have to go help y/n shop for some stuff.” 

Your eyes go wide as you spin around and glare at him. Vanessa knits her brows as she glances to you and then back to him. 

“Doesn’t she have, like, a boyfriend to go do that with?” 

“She does, but she needs help with a certain thing. It’s for her dolls.” he whispers.

You’re taking a sip of your coffee and nearly choke by that statement. 

“Her… what?” 

“Her dolls. She has a huge collection and is too embarrassed to tell Trent about them. Aren’t you, y/n?” 

You glare at him as you fake smile and look to Vanessa. It’s too late now. You might as well go along with it. You’ve officially won best friend of the century.

“Yes. My dolls. Love them dearly.” you say with the look of death in your eyes. 

“She needs a new dresser so she can put new ones on it. Right?” 

“Yep. And then I need to brush their hair. Ben likes to help me with that. Don’t you, Benny?” 

He narrows his eyes at you and then laughs it off as he shakes his head. 

“She’s so funny.” he says fast. 

Vanessa looks beyond confused and shakes her head. 

“Rain check on breakfast?” Ben asks with his sweet, charming smile.

Vanessa melts instantly and smiles back. 

“Sounds good.” 

She walks away and glances over to you as she walks to the bedroom to change back into her clothes. You’re stood in the kitchen as you lean against the counter and sip your coffee. Ben’s eyes are narrowed as he stares at you. 

“Will you please put your shirt back on?” he asks. 

You shrug and lower the cup from your face. 

“Will you put yours on?” 

“Do you always have to be such a nag?” he asks as he walks up and kisses the top of your head. 

You smile as he walks away and towards his room. 

“You love when I nag!” you call out. 

You hear Ben laugh. 

“True!” he calls out before the door shuts. 

You place the coffee down and throw your shirt back on. You make your way back to your room and get ready for work. You hurry to the bathroom and lock it before Ben tries to steal it away from you. You quickly shower and get dressed in your work uniform. You’re a waitress at a small diner in town. You throw your hair into a ponytail and exit the bathroom. Ben and Vanessa are walking towards the front door as he opens it. She reaches up and kisses him as she giggles from something he’s said. It makes your stomach turn. She glances your way and forces a smile. Ben turns and spots you as you smile back and wave your hand. 

“Bye, Veronica! I’ll tell my dolls good things about you.” 

She rolls her eyes and holds her purse close to her. 

“It’s Vanessa.” she shoots back. 

You continue smiling as you shake your head. 

“It doesn’t matter.” 

Ben finds himself holding a laugh back as he says goodbye and shuts the door. He turns around with the most apologetic look on his face. 

“I’m so sorry.” he says fast. 

“Benjamin, you broke another rule! You’re not supposed to use me when you’re blowing off your one nighters! Remember!?” 

“I do remember! I’m so sorry, but I just needed your help.” 

You roll your eyes and turn around to walk into your room.

“Dolls!? You use me to help you and you use dolls!? You’re actually evil.” 

Ben falls on your bed with a pleading look. 

“And you’re actually a saint. Please don’t be mad at me. I’ll do anything you want. Just name it.”

You have a mischievous look on your face as you begin thinking. 

“Hmmm, anything?” you ask with a tone that scares Ben. 

“Oh no.” he says as he sits up. 

You laugh at his expression. 

“You get to clean the bathroom for the rest of the week. And I mean the toilet and my shower hair balls.” 

Ben makes a dramatic gagging face and slowly nods his head. He looks defenseless. 

“Ugh… Deal.” he says quietly. 

You smirk as you grab your purse and look pleased with yourself. 

“Do you feel better now?” he asks standing up. 

You walk from your room and towards the front door. 

“Ya know what, I do.” you tell him with a smile. “I’m off to work. Oh, and Ben,” you say as you step out of the door and peer inside. 

His head lifts up at your questioning tone. 

“Keep your shirt on.” 

And with that, you shut the door, but not before you hear him call out. 

“You like it!” 

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