#when Top asks him to borrow the mic

[neuroticbookworm]

Mr. 'So done with these hoes' Sand is my spirit animal

Some of his hits from episode 1:

"Bump into the real deal and he might not get to wake up again"

"I'm gonna charge you more than an airport taxi"

"How did you manage to live this long?"

"I'd rather help a dog than help you"

And my personal favorite: The irony of this shirt

Immediately followed by this:

He's so done with this gang's bullshit and he has only interacted with one of them. I love one (1) sassy bitch and his name is Sand

[katsukistofu]

i a-door you

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ k. bakugo x fem reader. fluff. cursing. food. minor unintentional violence. ⭑ bakugo hits on you. literally.

You’re minding your business, book bag slung across your shoulder, and about to walk through the door to 2A’s classroom when something smacks you in the face.

Not only unprompted, but hard.

“Ow!”

It happens so quickly that you don’t remember squeezing your eyes shut as you stumble backwards, both hands flying to clutch your forehead.

Opening your eyes, you swear you can already feel the spot starting to bruise. The previously closed door to the classroom stood ajar and as the cherry on top of the concussion you just received, someone roughly brushes past you.

Fucking asshole.

You whip around, head still throbbing, about to give whoever it is a peace of your mind and finally speak above an inside voice for the first time since a robot almost fell on you during entrance exams semesters ago, when your teary eyes are met with crimson red ones.

He turns his head to give you a once over and your body freezes as his eyes linger a little longer on the darkening mark where the door got you. Something similar to amusement tugs at his lips.

“Pretty cute.”

You blink, dumbfounded as he casually turns on his heel to walk away.

What. The hell.

Did you literally just get hit on by Bakugo freaking Katsuki.

The identical dropped jaws of your classmates that were visible from inside the open doorway confirmed that what just happened was not in fact a post-traumatic induced hallucination, with Midoriya looking the most gobsmacked, his eyes almost comically bulging out of his skull, and upon glancing at Mina, who quickly gets over her initial shock to grin and shoot you a double thumbs up, she excitedly mouths ‘i told you so,’  and you’re not sure whether to laugh or to cry.

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The next day, you’re sporting a fresh, new bandaid on your forehead. It was quite a fashion statement, if you do say so yourself.

It was also the last one at the nurse’s so you were pretty happy to nab it, apparently being the brand that everyone chose when they too got their respective boo-boos.

The latte Mina and the girls brought back from your favorite cafe sat on the wooden coffee table in the common area, still steaming. You refused to go out with a huge bruise marring your appearance, even with the bandaid covering the most of it, and you would take the fullest advantage of the injured person princess treatment while it lasted.

All while awkwardly avoiding a certain blond.

Now that you’re thinking about it, he’s honestly always been kind of nice to you, in his own weird way.

Like when you were forced to ask if you could borrow his eraser, because apparently no one else in the class carried one. Imagine saving Japan your first year of highschool and only writing in pen, even for calculus. Is this what the future generation has come to?

After breathlessly rushing the words out in a hushed voice and wondering if he heard you at all, Bakugo doesn’t even turn around from where he’s resting his chin on his hand listening to Present Mic’s enthusiastic lecture on subject-verb agreement, as he reaches an arm behind him to drop it on your desk.

You’re not sure if you remembered to say “your” before ��eraser,” so all he probably heard was “can I borrow eraser?” and it still haunts you to this day.

Shaking the thoughts of him from your mind, you flip your history textbook open to page three hundred and ninety four, ‘A Comprehensive Timeline of Quirk Generations.’ You’re attempting to study for your next upcoming quiz in Midnight’s class.

Key word: attempting.

A delicious smell was starting to waft your way from the kitchen across the room, and now you were kind of hungry. You could feel your attention waning and shook your head, the image of your most recent report card filled with straight As sobering you up. Food could come later, right now you had to focus.

Just twenty more minutes of review, then I'll eat.

Bakugo’s placing the breakfast he easily finished whipping up on the counter. As he uses a spatula to gently coax the fluffy soufflé pancakes out of the pan, he notices the familiar petals of your favorite flower decorating the ceramic he’s putting them on.

It was from a tableware set he picked out when everyone first moved into the dorms. Glasses had assigned everyone groceries among various other things to go shopping for in small groups, and he was paired up with Ponytail to go buy plates.

They were browsing the shelves of a local Daiso store filled with colorful, adorably decorated dishes and rice bowls, when he stopped in front of a price tag, eyes dragging up to study the item it belonged to. The details on it were intricate, and breathtakingly so.

It reminded him of how he felt whenever he looked at you.

Ponytail follows his gaze, and her own eyes brighten.

“Oh, it’s decorated with the favorite flower of–!”

“I know.” He cuts her off, glaring at the floral box set of bowls and plates, before carefully putting it in their cart.

Momo’s eyes widen a bit, before a small, knowing smile spreads across her lips and Bakugo curses at her perceptiveness.

He almost wished he was paired up with that icy-hot bastard instead, who was so oblivious that if you dangled a confession letter in front of him he would have thought you wanted him to proofread it for you.

That was a while ago now, and everyone’s been happily eating meals on the plates they bought ever since.

He tops off the pancakes with a handful of fresh berries and a drizzle of honey, and slides it next to a steaming plate of a kimchi omelette with a zigzag of sriracha sauce already on the counter.

From where he stands, he snorts at your bandaid, noticing the obnoxious amount of Hello Kitty’s plastered all around it. Out of all the bandaids from Recovery Girl’s collection that she kept in her office, of course you would pick the cutest fucking one.

It was undoubtedly something you would like, he thinks, begrudging in his fondness. It was so you.

“Get your ass over here.”

You jump in your spot on the couch at the loud volume of his voice, though it sounded a bit softer than usual. With a finger pointing to yourself, you raise your head in confusion. “Me….?”

Was this about yesterday? Oh my god, was he mad?

You’re not sure why he would be, since he’s not the one that got bitch-slapped in the face by a giant door.

“I don't see anyone else I'd be talking to.” Bakugo scoffs.

He's right, to your increasing dread. The entire common area is completely empty, and you have no choice but to comply with his request.

You’re still nervously fiddling with the edge of your hoodie sleeve, the usual comfort of its softness abandoning you as you approach the kitchen to find him standing at a seat near the counter, arms folded. It hasn’t even been a minute in the same proximity as him and his presence is kind of overwhelming you already.

You’re trying so hard not to stare at his biceps. And just him in general.

“Sit.” he commands, the sound of the metal stool echoing against his hand as he pats it.

You obediently sit down, cursing your lack of a backbone. But his tone didn’t sound like he was planning to take no for an answer, anyway.

“Eat.”

He jabs a thumb at the plate of warm, sweet smelling cloud-like goodness in front of you. You stare at him, wide-eyed.

“This is for me?”

“Huh. You’re slower than I thought you were.” He rolls his eyes and starts to dig into his own plate of omelette in front of him, taking a seat on the stool across from you. It looked good too, as expected. “You’re welcome or whatever.”

With his aggressive blessing and after throwing a quiet but extremely grateful ‘thank you for the meal’ his way, you start to eat.

Your face lights up in joy as the divine taste of spongy goodness and honey spreads across your tongue, and you silently praise his mom for giving birth to the next Gordon Ramsay.

He flicks your forehead as you’re mid-bite in pancake and you yelp in surprise, raising your head to glare at his handsome face. What now? And did he have to be as infuriating as he was good-looking?

That crimson gaze once again stares you down, barely contained amusement dancing in embers of the hot coals of his eyes, and your skin grows warm as you realize you said that last part out loud.

You’re about to give into the urge to run away and take the plate of half-finished pancakes with you when he gruffly speaks up.

“You can’t retain information unless you have something in your stomach, idiot.”

You nod, mouth full, and make a mental note to study on an empty tummy away from him in the future. It’s like he reads your mind because you wince as he scowls, flicking your head again, although a little more gently this time.

Taking care to do it in a spot away from the bandaid covering the injury that he caused, your brain points out.

The both of you continue to eat in comfortable silence.

After a while, your plates are nearly clean.

You smile a little, realizing that you were eating on your favorite plate in the dorm’s kitchen the whole time, and admire the petals of your beloved flowers delicately painted in the center and outer edges of the stark white dish, with the pancakes no longer covering them.

Bakugo notices this, as you softly begin to trace the rim with your finger, and fights the twitch of his lips that threatened to curl upwards.

He’s also noticed those little glances you think you’ve been discreetly throwing his way between the bites of pancake, which you nearly inhaled to his pride.

You could almost be as quiet as that rock-faced animal whisperer of a classmate you both had, but you’ve always sucked at being subtle.

Good thing he hates subtle things.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks as you start to slide off the tall stool, a hint of smirk in his voice. It was cute, how you think you could run away from him so easily. You stop in your tracks, blinking at him as he rises from his own seat.

Strong, toned arms that you totally haven’t been staring at for the past half hour are slowly placed on both sides of you, caging you against the counter. An embarrassing noise escapes from your lips, and the cold granite bites into your back as you lean away, doing anything to avoid his gaze.

“Look at me.”

He rolls his eyes as you continue to look to the side, suddenly finding the chibi magnets of various high ranking heroes on the fridge to be very interesting.

“I said,” he grabs your chin in his hand, which was so big compared to your face that he could squish your cheeks between his ring finger and thumb, “look at me.

You huff, now forcefully held in place to face him against your will. “I’m looking.”

“Good.”

He leans down and his lips graze your ear, seeming to take great pleasure in only further adding to your embarrassment when he mutters:

“And don’t stand so fucking close to the door next time.”

not bakugo pulling the classic asian parent move and giving u food instead of a proper apology LOLL

[roachesbf]

Spiderman Noir With a Superman Anomaly Reader

Stumbling into Noirs universe was a complete accident. You were doing some simple patrolling when you stumbled upon a weird portal, of course you did the responsible thing and reported in to Bruce. Telling him about your findings and from his mic you could pick up your uncle Kal, yelling about no matter what, don't go messing around with it until they arrive to check it out. You tease him a little about it, saying how you’re not that stupid to mess with something you know nothing about by yourself. Of course you’re above simple mistakes…such as tripping on your own cape, managing to get sucked into said other wordly portal. 

It’s very easy for Noir to spot you because of the weird getup you’ve got going on. I honestly think one of his first instincts would be to web you and investigate what/who you are. But upon being webbed you manage to break them, brushing them off as you concerningly ask what the fuck was that. He’s a bit perplexed after that because there’s no way you got out of his webs that easily. You don't seem like an initial threat at first but he keeps his guard up in case. You explain your situation with the whole portal, of course skipping out on the tripping part because he doesn’t need to know that. After his whole ordeal with being in another dimension he knows your telling the truth and loosens up a little. 

The two of you are sitting on top of a building ledge as the both of you exchange different information about each other's universes. He admires that the symbol on your chest stands for justice and truth, happy that the people in the universe have heroes like you to protect them. Noir probably also makes a comment about how you don’t wear a mask and he truly feels your dedication to being a hero to others when you say you want people to trust you. Noir finds your attitude interesting, considering how bright and fun you contrast to his monochromatic world. He’s 100% amazed by what you can do, comic books are barely becoming a thing in his time and age but you’re exactly what he imagined they’d be like. He’s really curious as to what you can do, and doesn’t believe half of them. He’s a little suspicious when you say you have laser vision but he’s not willing to take the risk of you showing him, simply brushing it off by saying “Okay okay I believe ya, now put those eyes away before someone gets hurt.” Once he knew you could fly and had super strength he let the best get to him and asked if you could lift him. 

Of course always eager to show off you flew up and picked him up by his underarms. He knew it was coming but seeing you actually fly and lift him up is still something that could startle anyone. He lets you have your fun for a little bit before asking to be put down and you agree, fixing his hat on his head. Noir eventually asks you if there’s any way for you to get hope and you simply pop out with a nope. He murmurs to himself for a bit to see if there was a way for him to help you, so far your circumstances were different that his, and he was sure there was no one in his dimension trying to open any other dimension portals so this just must’ve been a fluke of nature. 

He invites you to stay with him until you somehow get home, in return all he asks is that you help with his crime fighting. He totally admires you even more once the two of you get down to business, throwing in a few compliments on your form here and there as he lands a punch. After a while of getting to know each other he’ll help you blend in properly by letting you borrow his own things since this motherfucker is built like a brick. He’ll have you wear his coat + hat when you’re out in public. Sometimes he’ll catch himself staring too much at you in his clothes but in my head he resembles that one joke that's  “I’m probably nonbinary but I have a job so idrc about that rn” except how he’s totally gay for you. 

Once Bruce finally manages to get you back, you were out doing normal things with Noir before you get dragged into an alleyway. Of course Noir senses this and follows behind. Seeing a man who looks like you along with a man in a batlike costume. He ask if this means you're finally going home, Bruce says its where you belong and hurries for you to follow along through the portal. You ask him if he wants his coat back but he insists that you keep it, saying that it'll be a memory of the two of you.

"Will I ever see you again?"

"I don't know."

[alienaiver]

Ooooooooohhh. Can I have your headcanons about Present Mic? *blushing face*

yes YES YES you sure can !!!! i hope i do the beloved man justice <333

Songs on his iPod: yamada is EVERYWHERE. he goes from jazz to rock to pop in a span of few songs. i added the ones he jams to the most that gears him up for long days! supermassive black hole - muse innocent arrogance - BiSH bling-bang-bang-born - creepy nuts can't hug every cat remix - the gregory brothers and cara hartmann

The one place they fall asleep – where they’re not supposed to: he often falls asleep in the teacher's lounge. having three jobs is demanding, okay! its a problem though, bcos it's always during lunch, where students come by to borrow keys to classrooms/clubrooms and advice for english midterms, so the door's open. more students than he can count has pictures of him leaned back in his desk chair, with his mouth open, quirk accidentally activated as he snores. aizawa sometimes uses his quirk instead of waking him up, because he knows how much he overworks himself.

he thinks it's UNBELIEVABLE that his precious students are more interested in him sleeping where he shouldn't than his colleauge and friend, aizawa. aizawa argues his gimmick of sleeping at every given opportunity is old news to everyone. however, the lively teacher? more exciting.

The game they’d destroy everyone else at: with his lips scrunched up towards his nose and a heavy air of concentration around him, he will turn ANYONE to dust that challenges him in J-star victory VS. it doesnt even matter which character he plays as or against, he will end you.

The emoticon they’d use most often: 🏎 he uses it to relay that he's on his way wherever (to work, plans, etc) to colleagues and friends. he thinks his beat-down car really is a race car.

What they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep: even more energetic, which no one thinks possible. he never really gets enough sleep, so that's just his baseline, actually.

Their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights or mornings: caramel latte. he needs the sugar on top of the caffeine.

How they like to comfort/care for themselves in a slump: hes a bad boy, because he doesn't. he just pushes on, ignoring all the warning signs until he absolutely crashes and burns. then, hes in the dumps for a week or so, his friends and you bringing him food and support. then he bounces back, pretending it never happened. one day, you'll get properly through to him.

What they wanted to be when they grew up: formula 1 driver. hence, the type of car

Their favorite kind of weather: storms! typhoons, especially. if his ma' asks, hes OF COURSE never went outside during one!!!!

Thoughts on their singing voice: he sings like an absolute angel. he's able to do falsetto gorgeously too, and getting him to sing lullabies before bed is like a heavenly blessing bestowed upon you, and always guarantees the perfect sleep.

How/what they like to draw or doodle: EVERYTHING. he draws cats, stars, random shapes, whatever theres in the room with him (windows/curtains, chairs, chalkboards). hes quite an artist

GOSH I LOVE HIM SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH

send me a character and ill fill out these headcanons

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 37: Why can’t this be love

The surprise engagement party went off without a hitch. Everyone slowly showing up meeting extensions of your new family & receiving one of the warmest parental hugs you’ve ever gotten from Joyce & Wayne & Hopper who’ve known your mother way back in high school the constant reminder of how you look just like her warms your heart & soul. Having your best friend headline for your party to top it off gareth at the mic singing all your & Eddie’s favorites Van Halen “why can’t this be love” instrumentals dancing through the trees as everyone has the time of their life drinking laughing & becoming closer. Eddie swaying with you in the center of it all your head against his chest before he leans to whisper in your ear “I can’t wait to get you home & out of this dress you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now” his breath tickling your ear running along your spine all you could do was giggle and plan a kiss to the top of his nose “I love you Ed’s & I can’t wait to get my fiancé home either” you wink at him he nuzzles into you “I love the sound of that but I think wife sounds even better” he growls then you watch panic wash over his face “what’s wrong Eddie?” He pulls you off to the side “look princess I know you’ll be wanting to plan & all that jazz & that’s all fine & everything I want it to be perfect the best fuckin wedding this town has ever seen but… I wanna make sure we have the funds for such an event.. it’s gonna take me a bit but..” before he could finish you put a finger over his lips. It’s time to tell him not a lot of people know just your aunt & your cousins. If your father got wind of what you have he would’ve surely have gotten drunk with it & beaten you for the rest. “Eddie before you finish that sentence I have to tell you something..” he looks scared “sweetheart look at me okay look me in the eyes I promise you it’s nothing bad it’s just… okay when my mom found out she was pregnant with me she started a small trust for me her & my grandfather & he made her promise when he passed to put what he had left into it but that’s not all… my mom also had life insurance not just for her but for me too but then… then she got sick & then passed & so… I have these accounts that only me & very few people know about because Eddie listen to me okay?? If my father ever found out I was left even a dollar he’d come & beat the crap out of me & take it to get drunk” his eyes flash with multiple emotions & it has you feeling like you’re in fight or flight mode & Eddie’s starting to realize that so he grounds you from behind in a hug “id never let anyone hurt you… ever not for anything.. I love you & I don’t care about money just you” he turns you around cupping your face “I know that Eds it’s why I’m telling you.. I don’t want you killing yourself or working crazy hours for cakes and flowers I promise we have enough to pay for that & then some… now we’re not millionaires by any means but it’s enough to have our wedding.. buy a house & maybe even start a business I want to be smart & invest some too we’ll figure out those details later but for right now I wanna enjoy this in the moment with you..” he pulls you in smashing his lips against yours all you hear is a series of “aws whistling & dustins fake gagging sounds before gareth slaps him in the back of the head you see how sad Steve looks and have a small idea “stay right here love I'll be right back” you make your way through everyone to Steve & robin “hey you two mind if I borrow Steve a sec?” Robin smiles “by all means jame & congrats again I’m so happy for you” she squeezes you so hard it’s difficult to breathe before walking off to Nancy “hey Mr babysitter” you smile at him hand on his shoulder “hey Jame congratulations you look beautiful” you blush “thanks but um.. I wanted to ask you something my cousin Rachel is gonna be a bridesmaid & I know you’ll be a part of the wedding party too she’s single.. you’re single.. maybe you two should go out get to know each other” you wink at him before pointing her out.

You set Rachel & Steve up on a date watching them hit it off right away made you absolutely giddy inside before you knew it you & Eddie were saying goodbye & hopping into the car since Jeff had the band equipment & van plus Eddie loved driving Paula as much as you did something about the wind in our hair as we went home made life feel so freeing the street lights illuminating the town the sound of Elvin Bishop blasting throughout the car Eddie’s hand on your thigh as he sang to you loving moments like this 🎼”I fooled around & fell in love!!”🎼 both of your hair & his blowing across your faces you turn to him staring at him taking in the moment to tell your grandchildren years from now pulling into the driveway you didn’t give it a second the moment the engine cut you were out of your seat yanking Eddie from his pulling him up to the porch “hold your horses princess” he giggled as the door opened you pull him inside kicking the door shut behind you sliding your hand to his cheek pulling him in lips fitting like puzzle pieces his picks you up carrying you into the bedroom your legs wrapped around his waist not taking a second for air feeling completely dizzy but could care less what a way to die death by kisses & love. Eddie slams you up against the bedroom wall kissing down your neck lips gliding across your collarbone sliding down him you both wasted no time taking each others clothes off before you both knew it you were both nude and panting staring into each other’s eyes almost like you were looking into each other’s souls his hand cradles the back of your neck opening you up to him tongue swiping across your lips a silent plea you don’t hesitate hands in his hair he guides you to the bed knees hitting the edge as you softly fall upon the covers hair splayed across the pillows he looks at you like a work of art but touches you as if your made of glass. Hands dancing up your skin breaking out in goosebumps whimpering mess wanting to bare it all to each other you pull him up to you foreheads touching before he glides his cold rings & fingers across your aching heat you gasp & he chuckles “okay princess no teasing I promise tonight we make love” & with that he crashes his lips against yours once more hands wondering to your breasts parting your legs with his knee before nestling into you “should we get a condom shit I forgot” you look at him smiling “Ed’s we’re getting married I don’t think those matter anymore” you tuck a hair behind his ear he peppers your body in kisses before slowly entering you nails running down his back legs around his waist one of his hands on your hip the other on your cheek as he whispers the most loving sentiments making tears fill your lash line & soon a full stream as you bury your face into his neck letting him know you’ve never loved anyone as strongly as you do him the light of the moon glistening off of your body’s the sounds of your love the bed and bedsheets until you both finish body’s trembling both puffy lips and puffy eyes. Eddie truly never knew what it felt like to be unconditionally loved until he was loved by you at first it scared him but know he couldn’t be more happy to have taken that leap & with someone as amazing as you. He can’t wait to see what you look like in a wedding dress he just knows you look ethereal no matter what. He lays there in the dark with you watching you as you slowly drift into sleep playing with your ring finger smiling record player in the background Elton John “Mona Lisa’s & Mad hatters” lulling him off to sleep pulling you closer to his chest inhaling the scent of your shampoo as a comfort never feeling as content as he does in this very moment.

[angst-king]

I promise Pt 2

(this is a bit short but is posted none the less, hope you enjoy ^-^) Toya made an excuse so they could talk about it later in hopes Shouto would forget by the time they woke up again. It was almost noon when Toya was woken up, this time it was Shouta hovering over him shaking his shoulder. Toya humbled a groggy ‘huh?’ as he slowly turned to see the pro hero. Shouto was still sleeping on his chest, curled up holding his bear under a blanket.

“How are you feeling?” Shouta asked, Toya shrugged, his stomach was still uneasy but empty. His body felt heavy and weak as if he had weights tethering him.

“I���ll be alright” Shouta gave him a look that said ‘don’t lie to me’ making Dabi straighten up a bit.

“Worn down, still tired, like I’ve gone through an extreme workout.” “That’s what I thought, think you can stomach some rice and miso soup?” Dabi shrugged again and looked down when he felt Shouto stir on top of him making soft noises. The young one rubbed his eyes before opening them and smiled seeing his older brother. Dabi chuckled and ruffled his hair gently.

“Morning sleepy head” “Morning” Replied Shouto as he sat up, Shouta could see the resemblance, one of Shouto’s eyes looked just like Dabi’s. A bright shimmering turquoise color almost like a crystal!

“Lunch is ready kiddo, you hungry?” Shouto nodded and climbed off the couch, he then grabbed Toya’s hand and started to tug.

“Come on Toya” Toya laughed a little and got himself up to follow Shouto around. It felt like a dream to be with his little brother right now, and he would cherish it in hopes this was real. Shouta let him borrow a toothbrush so he could get the nasty taste of sick out of his mouth. When he was brought into the kitchen he was greeted by more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring at him. These were the kids Shouta mentioned he took in along with Shouto. Some of them looked nervous clinging to one another as if he’d hurt them. Momo seemed to understand and smiled at Toya.

“You’re Toya, one of Shouto’s brothers, the one he was waiting for?” Toya nods and tries to look friendly, he knows by his looks he could be frightening, especially to children. Upon hearing this some of the kids started to relax and went back to eating. A few of them scooted over so Shouto and he could sit down. The air around them became less tense however some of them still watched him carefully, wary of his movements and expressions. Dabi didn’t comment on it, he could tell they’d been through a lot and he was a stranger to them.

After lunch, Dabi went to the couch he wasn’t in the best condition to be up and around and there wasn’t much to do.

“Toya, you never told me where Natsuo and Fuyumi were. Toya had been debating on what to tell Shouto, he still felt awful about having to split up but he also didn’t want to tell Shouto the truth. He did not want to lie but, it's not like the answer to his question was exactly child-friendly.

“I-’m still looking for them, there w-was an accident and we had to split up again after you were taken into foster care.” Just as he said this Mic came over and asked for Toya’s assistance in the kitchen. Toya told Shouto to stay there and he followed the blond man over.

“What did you need s-sir?” He then noticed a young woman who he half recognized, he knew that they were all pro heroes but was never good at differentiating them all.

“Dabi, what happened for you to do that last night? Shouta mentioned something about you feeling bad about your siblings?” Nemuri then whispered

“Are the other two dead?” The two of them talked low enough to so the children wouldn’t hear them. Toya leaned against the counter top wrapping his arms around himself.

“I-I…I don’t know, I don’t know where they are…” He sighed while looking down at the floor a sad expression glazed his eyes.

“I feel like a shitty brother for not being able to keep them together, I shouldn’t have made us split up.” This sorrow was coming straight from Japan’s biggest arsonist but then it hit them just how young Dabi was. He was just barely an adult most likely, his pain doesn’t excuse his crimes but. They could see just how much he valued his siblings.

“I promised them I’d find them again, I promised Shouto we’d be back, we’d get a house together, get away from Endeavor, and live happily as a family!…. I promised Mom I wouldn’t lose myself.” His words trailed off at his last sentence and tears welled up in his eyes.

“Where was the last place you saw them?” Asked Hizash.

“Our motel room we had found with the small amount of money we had. They went out to the convenience store and never came back. That was around 7 months or so ago.” Toya answered, the two nodded and asked what they looked like, toya gave them his descriptions though he mentioned how they had to change their appearances when they ran away. Their hair had been dyed black and cut so he didn’t know how they’d look now.

“What are you planning on doing?” Nemuri smiled and placed a gentle hand on Toya’s shoulder.

“Gonna help you fulfill that promise of yours, of course.” Toya looked up at them in surprise.

“You’re serious?” “Yeah, why wouldn’t we?” “I-I…I-I don’t know just didn’t expect you to want to help me considering the shit I’ve done.” “Look kid, obviously this won't absolve you of your crimes but, we’re not about to keep a kid from his family like that. Besides, I know it would make Shouto happy.” Toya managed to must a smile at the thought of being able to hug all his siblings again and seeing them happy.

“H-how’s he doing? I heard the foster home he was first in was awful.” Mic took in a breath before he explained.

“Well you’re not wrong it was horrible, those kids including your brother had been put through horrific situations, and hearing them tell you about it would make your skin crawl or make you angry. But now, he’s doing a lot better, they have all taken on a very sibling-like role towards each other and that seems to help them. Shouto’s a little less jumpy and anxious than her first was, he’d tremble if you talked to him for a while but now. He can hold a conversation with us just fine.” That brought Toya some relief to know is little brother was now in good hands and was coming out of his shell a little.

[gingersnapwolves]

Kouri watches Only Friends, episode 1

So I’ve seen this described as ‘Messy Bitches: the show’ and decided it would be a fun one to liveblog. I’m not normally hugely into messy bitches being messy but I’m a huge fan of First and Khao so let’s give it a whirl.

Bathroom stall meet-cute 😂 feels like every FirstKhao relationship starts with them fighting lol

The ‘top tier’ pfffffft okay someone thinks highly of themselves

OMG these credits are so slutty lmao

This poor professor like ‘dude, don’t get sucked into a group project with these slackers’

Okay but Ray seething in jealousy while this hot guy hits on Mew is so funny

Eyebrows! I haven’t seen you in a show in so long!

First looks good in that jacket

I’m very sure that these dramas are giving me an incorrect idea of how university students in Thailand live. How do they all have these huge and beautiful apartments???

Mew: It's only episode 1, if we have sex now, what will the show be about?

Ray is so confused and Sand is so offended lmao

Trying to decide if Top is feigning interest to get to sex, or if he genuinely thinks it’s kind of sweet that Mew didn’t just want to jump into bed with him

Fuck’s sake you two, at least find a closet, you’re just standing in the aisle of the store!

The inherent eroticism of lighting another man’s cigarette

Top: I actually like him and believe me, I’m as surprised as you are

Hahaha Sand’s face when Top asks if it’s okay to borrow the mic. He’s like ‘my brother in Christ you’re already holding it.’

fadghlkjhalsjhla the looks on their faces when Top asks Mew to be his boyfriend, the two flavors of jealousy from Ray and Boston and meanwhile Sand is over here like ‘what sort of over the top nonsense, doesn’t anybody have self-respect anymore’

[myers-meadow]

Hoon: House of 1000 Corpses AU Chapter five

Title: Hoon

Warnings: the usual. Canon-typical stuff.

Summary: Baby and Manon share a conversation, RJ goes hunting for raccoons. The Firefly house takes in a couple tourists and has their fun with them. Selena belongs to @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, Blinky belongs to @immortal-velociraptor.

Word count: 3202

Have fun reading! It's a bit shorter because I really wanted to finish something by the weekend, and this seemed like a good place to end this.

Dividers by firefly-graphics.

First thing in the morning, I changed the sheets. The stains reminded me that the strange and unreal dream I had, was actually true. It happened.

I avoided everyone as much as I could in hopes that they would forget hearing me scream Otis’ name at two in the morning. Unfortunately, RJ walked in, gruff looking as usual, while I prepared a snack for myself.

“Think we have raccoons,” he said, without a greeting.

“Raccoons?” I asked. For a second I thought he was joking and meant whatever he heard last night, but he was as serious as ever.

“Yeah. They can sound just like humans, you know. Could be anywhere, in the attic or even in the walls. So,” he grabbed a sandwich from the bag on the table, “I’m going out to get traps.”

“Lethal ones?” I asked, worried about how Blinky would hate that.

He shrugged and walked out. But this was good news! If everyone just thinks there’s raccoons, and the hypothetical raccoons can’t get hurt – that’s an ideal situation.

���Doe Eyes,” came Baby’s sing-song voice from her room, door opened a crack, before I opened it.

“What’s up?”

She giggled, cross legged on her bed. Clothes, jewellery and make-up strewn all around the room. The whole mess must be from her preparing for the open mic night. “Wanna help me clean up?”

How suspicious. I narrowed my eyes at her, but she waved me inside.

“I haven’t cleaned your room before,” I said, cautious. “So, clothes first?”

She shrugged, grinning. I took the empty clothes hangers from her closet and hung up what was on the floor, one by one.

“If there’s some you like, you can borrow them.” Baby got up to join me in picking stuff off the floor. She plucked her hair curler from the vanity and wrapped the cord around to put it away properly.

“Thanks,” I said, knowing I wouldn’t.

“So,” she then said, the grin widening and her eyes gleaming, “you and Otis, huh?”

I froze, a top hanging off the hanger with one of its sleeves.

She giggled, throwing a scarf at my head to break me from my thoughts. “No need to be all shy about it. Plenty of women are into Otis. The whole artist type, y’know?”

“I’m sure they are,” I mumbled. “You heard?”

She nodded enthousiastically, curls bouncing. Has this family no sense of shame?

“How was it?” Her tone was as if we were high school girls discussing boys, gossiping in the back of class, and not talking about me shagging her adopted brother.

“How do you mean?” I continued my movements and hung up another dress.

“Don’t give me that.” There was an uncomfortable serious edge to her words.

I held up my hands in mock surrender. “Yeah, it was decent.” I shrugged. She raised her eyebrow at me, letting me know she heard otherwise. “Ok, fine. It was great. He was great. Now can we talk about anything else, please?”

She giggled. “I knew it! Doe Eyes and Otis, Doe Eyes and Otis, Doe Eyes and-”

“Can you shut up?” I hissed, checking if the door was really closed, which only made her laugh louder.

“Y’know I’m just messin’ with ya, Doe Eyes. Glad you finally found a way to release some of that tension.”

“I messed up, though,” I said, not being able to stop myself from dumping my issues on her now that the subject was brought up.

Her mood changed in an instant to accompany mine, more serious. She dropped the skirt she held to rub my arms. “Oh honey, I’m sure it’s no big deal. When Otis gets pussy, there’s not a lot that’ll put him off.”

Giving her a look, she tsk’ed at me.

“What did you do?” she asked.

“I cried after,” I sighed.

“Oh,” she said, already back to her cheerful self. “That good, huh? Lucky you. Wish some handsome stud would come fuck me so good I’ll cry.”

“And then I told him to fuck off and he left to sleep somewhere else.” Silence fell. She looked at me disapprovingly. “I panicked, I didn’t know what to do. It felt like it wasn’t meant to happen, and Blinky sees him as their dad, and now it’s all getting screwed up and-”

Baby gripped my shoulders, looking right at me with her icy blue eyes. “No one is gonna tell Blinky a thing.”

“Good,” I breathed, relieved. Perhaps it can be buried now, since Baby seemed to understand how it was complex enough to not make one single messy night worth all the potential chaos. We resumed our cleaning and organising. I got a small rag from the bathroom with some cleaner and wiped down her vanity mirror and the smaller mirrors in the make-up palettes that were strewn about. She had quite a few, with different colours and different purposes. There were probably a couple that Blinky liked to use, judging by the colours.

None of what she said about Otis and his relationship to sex or sexual partners made me feel any better about what happened. In fact, it made it worse to consider I’d have risked so much of my relationship with Blinky just for some stupid simple pleasures, from a man who wanted to boost his ego by proving himself as-what? Good in bed?

“If you ask me, I’d apologise to him,” said Baby, after a long silence, nodding to show her sincerity.

I stared at her, shaking my head slowly. “I’d rather forget it happened.”

She laughed, “Well, knowing him, he ain’t forgettin’ anytime soon, so better say sorry before he’s too pissy at ya.”

“Hey Selena,” I said, as I came across her in the living room. She was taking care of the floor, just on her way to empty the dustpan.

She nodded in greeting.

“Have you seen Blink around? How did they seem?”

“What do you mean. Normal?”

“I mean, if they seemed upset or anything?”

“No, don’t think so. Why?”

“Oh nothing. RJ is doing some stuff with raccoon traps, so I’m gonna try to get rid of those before Blinky notices them.” The lie slipped off my tongue with ease.

Selena nodded in understanding. “Alright, I’ll keep an eye out and let you know if I see any traps.”

“Thank you.”

Later the same day, the sun was setting, in the kitchen, gathering what I needed to make dinner.

“You’re almost as elusive to find as Ghost,” chuckled the all-too familiar voice from the doorway. He came up behind me as I reached for the cutting board, hands on either side of me on the counter.

“Otis,” I breathed, placing the board down despite the stutter in my movements.

“I was looking for you,” he said, his voice softer, leaning forward until I felt his warm breath on my ear. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Hm, I have,” I said, admitting it easily, and pushed open a drawer to get the knife, while still caged in his arms. Twisting around like that only backed me further into him.

“I’m not mad at you for the other night.”

“You were at first,” I said. “You talked to Baby?”

He nodded, chin brushing the top of my head. His mood was unusually soft, as if he couldn’t get any more confusing. “You’re still tense. Maybe we should give it another try,” his hand landed at my hip, giving it a reassuring squeeze, warming the skin underneath, “and we can be a bit better about it.”

I shook my head, earrings hitting my cheeks from the sudden movement. “No, thank you. I’m not interested and I think I made a mistake that night.”

His fingers dug in my hip, a reminder of the danger that stuck to his person like superglue. “How was it a mistake if it felt so good you cried?”

Giving up on cooking, I put the knife down and turned around in his arms, facing him at last, but not yet brave enough to look him in the eye. “We are very different people,” I started, trying to find the words, “I believe you’re every bit as good in bed as you say you are. And it’s amazing, truly, but it’s not… It’s not good. I can’t do things like that the way you can. You have more experience, you are good at things-”

I caught his wrists in my hands to prevent him from touching me. “But I can’t separate the heart from the body as easily as you can.” He let me swing his hands around to emphasise my words, pointing at him and then at myself. “And because you’re you, you won’t take care of my heart as you’d take care of my body, and because I’m me, I need that. I’m sorry.”

He said nothing, which was almost worse than anger. I let go of him, feeling cold, and left. “Also, Baby gave me her old vibrator, so you don’t have to worry about me being so tense anymore,” I said, before closing the door behind me. Immediately as I was on the other side of the door, I regretted it all, especially the last bit. But what is there to do now, other than wait until it blows over?

An unexpected group of tourists came to the house, sent by Spaulding, probably. Blinky was excited and lead them inside, saying how it was much nicer and warmer here, and that they could stay for dinner. Mrs. Firefly welcomed them with a wide smile in her feathery rosa robe.

“What are you standing around for, girl?” she chastised me. “Go get Baby an’ RJ.”

Baby was just as happy as Blink. We’ve not had visitors for a while, and these were from far out of state (like I was), promising lots of macabre fun. While they busied themselves with the greeting, the distracting and the flirting; and initiating Ghost in their schemes, I resigned myself to cook for six extra people. Six! As if it wasn’t a lot of work on normal days. It wasn’t my first time that we had tourists, but the first time was when Selena joined, and I had little to do with it all. This was much more similar to the evening before I woke up tied to Otis’ chair.

“Hi,” said a voice, timid, different from the other.

I turned around, peeler and sweet potato in hand. “Hey. You’re not joining the others?”

“Ah, no,” the young man scrunched up his nose and shook his head. His tone was somewhat playful. Scottish accent. “My ex is in there. He just broke up with me yesterday, but we already went on this trip, so we just kept going.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, deciding not to look a gifted horse in the mouth, and plucked another cutting board from the drying rack. After putting the veggies in front of him, he took to it wordlessly. “Have you two been together long?”

“I suppose. I don’t even like boys much, so it was a total surprise that we got together.”

I raised my eyebrows at that. “Have you been travelling for long? Seen much of the country so far?”

He leaned on his elbows. “Not much, yet. We like taking it one day at a time, especially now that our group is falling apart. What about you? You’re not from here.”

The knife hit the chopping board a little too hard as a split a carrot in two. Forcefully I smiled at him. “No, I’m not. I’ve just been staying here.”

And then I realised, despite how sad I was to think of home, or my home country, this was home now. Was my future here? It was the closest thing I had right now, and even without the warnings echoing in my head, I wouldn’t dream of leaving.

“What’s your name?” I asked, to change the subject.

“Neil, and you?”

“Nice to meet you, Neil,” before I could finish, he interrupted me to correct his own name.

“Neil.”

“Neil,” I repeated.

“No, more like Nei-l.”

“Okay, sure. Neil.”

He shrugged, holding back a sigh. “And you were?”

Raising my eyebrows again, “Manon.”

“Manon.”

“No, more like Ma-non. Not Man-on,” I said, to frustrate him on purpose. He laughed awkwardly.

“Manon.”

“Very good.” I smiled to restore the good mood. Despite knowing the terrible things that would most likely befall these people later, it didn’t bother me enough to not go along with things as they were then.

“So, they’re a rowdy bunch out there,” he chuckled. “You’re much quieter.”

“I guess. They’re fun, though. And your bunch, how are they?”

Before he could answer, Selena and Blinky entered the kitchen.

Selena walked around the table we were cutting veggies at to say something just to me, quietly. “Where is Otis?”

“Uhm, I haven’t seen him since the afternoon,” I said, softly, but trying not to look too secretive. Ghost’s hand was cold on my shoulder.

“You two talked?” asked Blinky, bouncing on their feet, picking up some carrot from the bowl and snacking on it.

“We did, how so?”

Selena and Blinky exchanged a look. “What did you say to him?”

I halted my movements. “… Why?”

“He left in one of his big moods after noon,” said Blink. “Hasn’t let anyone know where he went or when he’d be back.”

“He wouldn’t wanna miss tonight,” I said, alarmed as it dawned on me, “but he doesn’t know we’re having guests over.”

They nodded. “Yeah, so now…”

“We wait. He’ll be back soon, I hope,” I said, already starting to worry a bit. Fuck, I caused this. Anything that goes wrong tonight will be on my shoulders.

It was an uneasy night. One thing after another. Baby was delighted with some new playthings, and both RJ and Tiny took one each – the girls. Sometime during the evening, Tiny’s one got free and it was a whole thing to recapture her – leading only to worse and stretched-out torment. There was music from Baby’s room as she messed with the boys she picked. Because the family always looks out for their own, they put Scottish Neil in Otis’ room – the one I slept in. So instead of sleeping, I kept staring at his struggling form, watching him nod off and wake again in horror, staring at the same wall I stared at. Selena was also having an interesting time probably, and I debated whether to wake her so we could sleep in her and Blinky’s room, but somewhere I felt I had to be strong. Not only strong, but to face this part of the family. Otis is not a good person. Baby is not a good person. None of them are, not really. Nor am I – something else I needed to face. And that is why it was better if Otis and I stayed like strange housemates.

Yet, in the morning, as I was cleaning yesterday’s mess as quiet as a mouse when the dawn hadn’t yet broken, when the door opened and Otis appeared in the doorway, I couldn’t stop myself.

“Otis – you’re home!” I said, putting the plates down and coming to welcome him. He looked like he hadn’t slept much, scruffier than usual. “We were all so worried about you.”

“Doe Eyes.” He sounded gruff. Then his eyes trailed around the room; the plates from dinner, the extra chairs around the table. “What went on here last night?”

“We had visitors. Six of them. Baby saved you one, he’s upstairs in your room.” Still somewhat shaken from the lack of sleep and nerves, I went over to help him out of his coat, unbuttoning it and hanging it up. He smelled of alcohol. Where had he been? A bar?

The usual smile returned to his face, he dropped the keys in the bowl and shuffled out of his shoes. “Tourists?”

“From across the seas, yeah. Baby’s had fun all night. Tiny’s girl got away for a bit too, caused quite the mess in the basement.”

“Nice to hear ya had a good time without me,” his accent was stronger, he must be tired. “Well, go on, show me the one you picked for me, sugar.”

Checking in on Neil, to let him have some water. Because I was too scared to untie him, I held the glass in front of his mouth to let him drink. While he drank, I debated whether or not to tell him Otis was home, and warn him of the oncoming torture he’d most likely endure. But what was the use?

When I moved to pull away, a sharp pain at my scalp – Neil had my loose hair clenched tightly in his fist, pulling it to get my face on his level. Tears sprung to my eyes, and a million images of long past dotted my vision.

“Let go, let go,” I said, pulling at it, only causing more pain, starting to panic, trying to pry open his fist, “let go, let go, let go, please, I mean it, let go, let go-”

And Otis stepped into the door frame. Alarmed by the look on my face as I looked behind him, Neil attempted to turn his head around. He was prevented by Otis, who stepped behind him and held his face pointed forward, his hands on his cheeks. I craned my head awkwardly to look at Otis from where I bent as Neil still gripped my hair.

“Help me,” I whispered, barely audible.

“Won’t you release the lady? Or do we have to take your hand with it?” Grinned Otis, already having the time of his life. Trailing his hand from Neil’s shoulder down to his hand, other hand reaching in his back pocket for a hunting knife, Neil was quick to release my hair. I breathed in relief and fell back onto the bed.

“Who are you?” he was scared, eyes shifting from me to Otis and back, fear clear in his voice.

“You sure done messed up, boy,” Otis threw the knife and caught it, “that was the only person in the house who wanted to help you. And now look at ‘er, she’s crying.”

I wiped the tears from my eyes, “I’m fine,” but my voice croak gave me away.

“What else you say to her?”

“N- nothing, I didn’t say nothing.”

Otis grew bored with him, stabbed the knife into the arm rest of  the chair, close enough to skin to go through Neil’s shirt, and pushed the gag back into his mouth. Then he sank down next to me on his bed, reaching out to pet my head. I fell into him, resting my head on his shoulder.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” I sighed, and for a moment, it felt like I was the one who was home. “I’m so glad you’re back home.”

He shushed me, resting his chin on my head and rubbing my back. “Now let’s get that hair tied out of the way, hm? So it won’t happen again.”

I nodded, but didn’t move to get a brush or elastic, instead dried my eyes on his filthy flannel.

[kibouhero]

@heterochromatica said: Getting gifts for Izuku was always a challenge because no matter how early they tried to get him anything All Might related, no matter how quick they went to pre-order things, no matter how many hours they would camp in front of stores - Izuku always got it first. Honestly, at this point Shoto was certain he got his merch directly from the man himself, probably the sample pieces or something like that. He doubted that All Might kept his own merch so, it was only plausible, right? That only made it harder to find something suitable for his best friend of all time. Katsuki could cook, at least. Shoto couldn't do that. He wasn't really good at anything or had any skills that could be used for a present. But Shoto wouldn't give up! There was one thing he could do…. Shoto wanted to be as early as possible to give Izuku his present. As soon as he caught him, he hugged the emerald haired teen tightly before handing him the small-ish parcel. "Happy Birthday, Izuku, I hope you like it. Things had been difficult for all of them lately, many bad things had happened and- well, not everything was said and done yet, but Shoto would hope that his gift could be appreciated anyways. "Please open it when you have some time." Inside the neatly wrapped up box was a photo album, and within the album was photos of various people: On the first page, at the top, there was All Might, doing a little wave at the camera. On the bottom, there were Aizawa-sensei and Present Mic-Sensei, the blond man with an arm wrapped around his husband's shoulder, enthusiastically shouting something. Next, there were their classmates; a small photo of each of them on the second and third page, with various poses. On the fourth, there was a photo of Katsuki cooking while flipping him off with Shoto close to the camera at the corner of the picture. The fifth page had the big three and Eri smiling at the camera. Afterwards were several half page sized pictures of things they did as a class, their first Christmas together, for example. The next page only had a piece of paper that read: "Fill me" along with several blank pages. Each page was decorated with little stickers (mostly of cats, bc Shoto didn’t have that many different ones). Shoto was very proud of it.

Izuku felt like he was at a crossroads in his life. They had all just defeated the ultimate evil and Japan was still in a state of recovery. Though, while most people in their class were focusing on getting over their injuries or moving forward, Izuku felt... stuck.

One For All's embers were on borrowed time. He knew that while he still had it now, it was only the remnants, and they would likely disappear within a few months.

He was grateful that U.A. decided to keep him in the hero course despite the situation. At least he would be able to graduate with his friends.

Though, what was for certain that his journey of becoming a Pro Hero was over. He wasn't sure what was next for him, but he hoped he could figure it out soon.

Lately, despite enjoying the peace and normalcy of being back in school with Class A, he rarely smiled anymore. Well, he would, but the happiness never reached his eyes. He looked exhausted, muted, or even sad on most days. His friend reached out a few times, but he always insisted that he was "fine" and laughed it off.

He didn't want to burden anyone with his fears when they had plenty of other things to worry about.

Though, once his birthday came around, he barely remembered that it was on this particular day until Shouto approached and abruptly threw his arms around him.

Izuku's eyes widened before a more genuine smile crossed his lips. He quickly returned the hug, and accepted the gift when it was handed to him. "Thank you, Shocchan! I'll be sure to look at it as soon as I can!" There was a pause. "I'll go put this in my room, and then we can go get breakfast together?" he suggested with a smile. "We can ask Kacchan to come too?"

----------------------------

Later, after other surprise birthday wishes and even a cake, Izuku returned to his room in good spirits. When he got to his desk, he sat down and brought out the gift that Shouto had given him.

Izuku's eyes widened when he pulled out the photo album. He opened it gently, like he thought it would break if he wasn't careful with it.

As he looked through the pictures, he could feel his chest grow warm. Everyone in the photos were people he deeply cared about. Knowing that Shouto had gone out of his way to take all of these pictures for him meant more than any All Might figure a person could give him.

By the time he reached the last picture, he paused as he noticed a teardrop hit the page. He blinked, finally noticing the burning in his eyes.

Oh. He was crying.

He sat back and scrubbing his arm over his eyes in a vain attempt to stifle the crying, but the tears wouldn't stop. His heart was overwhelmed with so much warmth and love. These were the people he helped save and also saved him in return. Now that All For One was gone, he would be able to fill out the rest of the pages in the photo album. They were able to smile and laugh together again.

Even if his future was uncertain, he couldn't view them as bleak. As long as everyone was still here, that was what mattered, right?

"Th-thank you, Shouto..." he choked out with a sniffle. "Y-you're the best."

[m5ria]

Chapter 5: The Wild One

Warnings: blood

I tighten the hold on his wrist, fantasizing about cutting it with my bare hand. The son of a bitch tried to sneak behind me and scare me. To dominate. But no, how wrong he was. 

He doesn’t even flinch under the pressure. His smile only grows when a buzz becomes more audible. A defective sound.

“Haha! Such filthy words from the mouth of such a fine lady!” he snickers. I recognize that voice. The voice that seems to come through a channel from somewhere far away.

“Such filthy manners from... whatever the hell you are!” I snarl back. 

He simply shrugs before evaporating. My hand clenches itself, my claws digging into my palm. Blood comes to the surface.

I turn around to see the smiley demon standing perfectly straight like a statue. This time, I get to see him all. He’s all red. His hair, his ears, his coat, his eyes. The color of Hell. The color of blood.

He snaps his fingers and a staff materializes in his hand. It looks like a microphone with a big eye on it. It is fixed on me.

“Charlie, sweetheart, who’s our newest, most welcomed guest right here?”

“Alastor, this is Diana. She’s going to be staying at the hotel for a while.”

I would have smiled at the third attempt of Charlie to introduce me if it wasn’t for her tone. I glance at her to see worry on her face. She looks at me weirdly, as if I’ve just shown her I can fly to Heaven. 

Looking at all of them, I see that only this Alastor guy is cheery. Angel and Vaggie stare at me somewhat between awe and tension. I peek at the dude at the bar, but he looks totally focused on his drinking. 

“Ah! Diana,” Alastor somehow tests my name. I wonder if I should have used a fake one after all. “The goddess of moon and hunt. So fitting for your appearance!”

His eyes dance. I try to hide how much distaste I feel. He, as far as I know, is the only one here who knows who was the first bearer of my name. It’s Roman mythology. It should be common knowledge. Regardless, the way he said it makes me feel invaded as if he can read my past life. Know why I am a Diana and not a Thalia, or a Lily, or a Tiana.

“I suppose Hell has its humor,” I shrug. 

“Hunt?” Vaggie asks out of the blue.

We all turn to her confused. She looks at me with sudden realization, which baffles me further. 

“You’re the wild one,” she speaks out. 

I look at the others for clarification, but nobody seems to understand. 

“You’ll have to be more explicit,” I declare. “We all are wild here.”

“No,” she breathes out irked. “You’re the Wild One. The demon that nobody knows of, that turns up with dead animals.”

I look at her with different eyes. I didn’t know I gathered a reputation. The Wild One… What a pathetic way of a nickname. And I didn’t know this girl would know about me. I’ve never seen her in my life.

“Ok, Vaggie,” Angel cuts in, clearly bored. “Enough with the know-them-all act.”

She visibly stiffens of madness. She has a quick temper, that’s for sure.

At least, she lost the focus on me. She mumbles between her breath words in an unknown language, her healthy eye sending daggers towards Angel. Still, I don’t think anyone is in any real danger.

That’s not how Charlie thought though, as she goes to Vaggie and puts her hands on her shoulders in a reassuring gesture. I’d guess they’re the closest thing to a friendship here. 

“Hohoho, I think Diana here deserves a better welcome than this!” Alastor declares. A round of laughter from his mic accompanies him. I already smell a lot of bullshit, but I keep my face straight.

“Right!” Charlie comes back to us. “I’m so sorry, Diana! Here!” 

She makes a black key appear from thin air in front of me. The eye on it blinks at me sweetly.

“Here’s your key to the room. It’s on the top floor, but if you wish to change that, just tell me. And, as for your T-shirt, you can borrow one of mine anytime you want. Just ask me!”

“No, thank you!” I refuse politely. “I’d prefer to buy some clothes now. Explore the surroundings. Getting used to them.”

I give her a reassuring smile. The truth is that I can’t tell them how stupid I lost my few belongings, but I can’t hide the lack of them. 

Plus, I need time to ponder on what happened. My new ability; the darkness that surrounded me; the world in shadows. What does it mean? How can I control it? How can I use it?

I glance at Alastor as if he can be a clue as to why I’ve just discovered something new. He’s, however, smiling (no teeth revealed) at Charlie. As if he sympathies with her. 

“Alright then,” Charlie smiles at me optimistically. Then, she turns to Angel Dust: “Hey, Angel! Weren’t you going to work right now?”

“I wasn’t,” his eyes are trained on his hellphone. “I still got two hours.”

“Great! Can you show Diana around?”

I half expected a spoiled teenage refusal from him, but he glances at me with sudden energy.

“Sure, Charlie!”

He runs to me and grabs my right bloody hand. My whole body pulled from his grip, but the decisive factor was the slippery blood that let my wrist free. He turns to me only to find his and my hand red.

“Angel!” Charlie shouts, frightened. “What did you do?”

“Nothing, I swear!” he gets defensive. His upper two hands raise in peace while the lower hands try to clean off the blood.

“It’s nothing, Charlie,” I smile, delighted at Angel’s apprehensiveness or disgust. “See?”

With my other hand, I brush the blood from my palm where four marks looking like triangles are the only clue of a bruise.

“It’s healed,” I state.

I peek at Alastor for a second and, as I suspected, there’s a smug grin on his face. I feel a surge of hatred, an impulse of scratching that face and that corrupted smirk. But I am better than that.

“Why so much blood, tho?” Angel asks disgustedly. He managed to grab a napkin. Now, he’s cleaning himself.

I walk to him and offer my other arm like a gentleman. I can play the gentleman. I can play whatever I have to, now that I’ll have to share this space with them. It won’t take too much, too long. 

“I’m sorry about that, dear,” I slightly bow. “Shall we?”

For a second, he looks at me perplexed as if I’m a Rubik's cube. Then, he simply shrugs and takes my arm. I am prepared for the occasional touches of skin-to-skin. In fact, I can ignore them. It bothers me when someone touches me without letting me know. Not when I initiated. Not when I agreed.

I turn to look at Alastor. His face would be one of a delighted fellow. But I notice his eyes burning with a deep interest. He’s not what he seems. I’ll have to be careful about him.

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TPWK (Behind the Scenes)

Word Count: 1.5k

Category: Fluff

Warning: liam’s strip that down choreography slander and a few swear words

Summary: The one where you post the behind the scenes of the TPWK video that you filmed, showing Harry as an annoyingly adorable boyfriend.

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“Do you think I can dance?” Harry had asked you one night as you watched Stranger Things.

You had hummed, tearing your eyes from the television to look at him on your lap, seeing his eyes set on you, “What was that?”

“Do you think I can dance?” He repeated.

You smiled before chuckling a little, “You got a move or two,” you teased him, “Why?”

With an excited smile on his face, he had answered: “I’m thinking about Treat People having a dance.”

“Like a choreography?”

“Yeah.”

Your eyebrows had went up, tilting your head as you looked at him, “I like where this is going,” you said, “But baby, it has–look, I don’t think I’ll be able to look at you if by choreography you mean something like–like Liam’s Strip That Down thing, please,” you cringed, “I won’t be able to look at you, I’m sorry.”

Harry burst out laughing, poking you in the stomach, “Fuck ooooff!” He dragged, “Be nice, Y/N!”

“I am being nice!” You laughed, “And you know I’m right! I don’t mean anything against him personally, it’s just–it’s just bad choreography, alright?”

But you had trust in Harry–enough to know that he wasn’t going to go for a choreography that would make him look all “cool” and “hot”.

You felt like a proud mom every time you watched Harry practice, sometimes feeling like a mean girlfriend every time you laughed at him if he fell or stepped on anybody’s toes.

“Stop laughing at me!” He had tackled you in his arms one day, laughing with you and everyone else did, “You’re not allowed in the studio anymore. You’re not allowed.”

“Studio?” You had teased him, “Look at you, talking like a professional dance–Ow, H, stop, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You had pushed him, trying to stop him from tickling you.

And that was when you decided to start filming the behind the scenes of the Treat People With Kindness music video.

Initially, it was just going to be a keepsake for you and Harry to look back and laugh at, with no intentions to post it anywhere, but then the 2nd of July came and with it, the video you had created was posted.

It started with the makeup artist of the music video trying to fix Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s makeup with a brush, and Harry annoyingly pushing her hand away as he looked at you with a childish smile.

“Harry, stop being a pest!” You could be heard saying through a giggle before he huffed at you and turned away.

The video then officially began, the song beginning to play the moment Harry was seen standing in the dancing studio where he practiced, Cosmigos red t-shirt tucked inside his black joggers with his hair clipped back. His hands were on his hips, trying to stifle his laughter as he stood in the front and middle, backup dancers behind him.

The scene then changed to show Harry standing from the side in a white t-shirt and colorful Elvis-printed pajama bottoms, his white dress shoes that he was set to wear for the music video on his feet. In a ready posture, his arms reached out to hold Phoebe Waller-Bridge as she ran towards him so he could carry her, but they both ended up laughing.

“And he says he does cardio,” you joked in the video as you recorded, letting out a laugh when Harry ran towards you, jumping with his hands on your shoulder.

In a split screen was then two videos of Harry with a mic stand, doing the official dance in the studio along with the music, before it split to 3 screens to show the actual music video at the top.

The video then showed a single scene of Harry from the TPWK’s location, doing his dance from the side as you recorded on an 8mm film camera that you had borrowed from a friend.

It then moved to show another video you recorded with your phone, Harry in a white t-shirt and black shorts before you propped your phone and stepped beside him with a grin, Harry putting his hand out for you to hold as that one move from the dance, and you put yours in his, the both of you laughing as you moved to stop recording.

It then showed 4 photos of Harry dancing from the music video before it moved to show the camera filming him as he danced. 

At the 49th second, you were seen through the large mirrors of the dancing studio as you recorded Harry running in a circle with the backup singers dancing, before he ran towards you, pressing a kiss to your phone before his face scrunched as he ran away, hand reaching to hold his groin, “My groin,” he complained before laughing.

A minute and 14 seconds in, it was just you and Harry in another studio, you recording him as he practiced his movies in a white t-shirt and white shorts, his Vans on his feet. 

He stepped closer to your phone as you recorded him from the floor, opening his arms as he looked down at you before giving you a grin.

It then moved to show another clip from that same day, you on Harry’s shoulders as you recorded through the mirror, his arms out before he placed his hands on your legs, carefully swaying the both of you as you both laughed.

At 1:18, and unbeknownst to the fans watching, it was the day when you surprised him on set. Harry was standing with Jeff, in his black TPWK hoodie, you recording as he looked around nonchalantly before his eyes landed on you, his face lighting up and his eyes going wide before he pointed at you, “You,” he mouthed as he raised his arm to excitedly wave at you and send you an air kiss as he chewed on his gum, before the video showed him eagerly walking towards you, his arms out before he was out of the view, but clearly because he was hugging you. 

In black and white, the video showed a shot of Harry, shaking his left leg with his lips tucked before he moved to the side with his body a little, shaking his other leg.

“You’re such a pro at this, H,” your voice could be heard saying, “Give us the moves, give us the moves!”

The video then moved, showing Harry in his TPWK sparkly outfit, you giggling as he got close to your phone, “Get out of my face, alright?” He said with wide eyes, dramatically so, before turning around to walk, looking over his shoulder at you with a sheepish smile before he walked back towards you, “I’m just kidding, come heeeeere,” he puckered his lips.

The video then showed Harry in black and white filter again, standing in the studio with the backup dancers as he smiled, “This is the first time H is performing the dance,” you said, “Look how smug he looks,” you zoomed on his face, showing him give you a face before sticking his tongue out and laughing.

At 1 minute and 50 seconds, he stood in your shared home in the living room, his full TPWK on as he showed it off to you by giving you a full twirl.

“You look so good,” you said, “Give us another twirl, H, come on.”

With a childishly excited grin, Harry twirled again before ending the twirl with his hands out and an open mouthed grin.

The video then showed more behind the scenes of Phoebe practicing, and her and Harry practicing together as well as photos of them you had taken before minute 2 and 9 seconds came and it was you and Harry dancing together.

Standing in front of one another, your hands were out, going side to side as that one move from his and Phoebe’s dance, wide grins on your faces before you held on to his hand, wanting to do the cartwheel but Harry being Harry, he pulled your entire body to his chest instead, making you lose balance against him before you threw your head back as you laughed, Harry joining as he wrapped his arms around your body against his before pressing his lips to your cheek while Jeff laughed at the both of you in the background.

The video then continued to show more behind the scenes of the music video before it ended with you propping your phone before stepping back, showing all the cheering backup dancers and Phoebe as it was the last day of filming the video, before Harry appeared, wrapping his arm around your waist before you wrapped yours around his shoulders, the both of you raising your other arms up as you cheered with the rest.

If there was anything you understood, it was how exciting it always was to give Harry’s fans content like that out of the blue, so you knew that it was something they would eat up when you posted it on your Instagram with: 

“@harryflorals you’re welcome xx” 

[solcheeky]

[N’- 0] facetime

— mark lee ver. 11

“It’s really empty?” You say to Mark on your screen

He looks left and right again, “yeah, like, no one,” he looks back at you then leans in, “you should totally join me, haha.”

You glance at the digital clock on your night stand: 11:04PM

You shrug, “yeah, I’ll come.” It’s not like you had anything else to do.

You pull yourself up from your bed to find something warm to wear over your sweats

“Wait, really?” Mark stops walking and stares wide-eyed at you as you casually pull on your warmest coat, “that was a joke.”

Kind of. He was half-joking. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind your company, he just didn’t have the guts yet to actually ask you upfront

Plus, wasn’t inviting someone (particularly his crush) out a night for a walk by the river kind of... romantic?

Mark shakes his fringe out of his eyes to get rid of anymore of those thoughts

“I don’t mind,” you place your phone on the ground and speak up a bit as you pull on your shoes, “you’re just outside campus right? I mean, that isn’t too far.”

“Yeah, not far but it’s cold!” You hear him exaggerating his shivers through your earphones and laugh a little

“Wanna borrow a hoodie or something? I can bring one?”

Immediately Mark feels his ears flare up. “No! Don���t- Don’t do that,” he doesn’t think that’ll be a good idea, “it’s cold, but I like it. It feels good, you know?”

You laugh when he exaggeratedly yells out that feels good once more. “Nope, sorry Mark, I don’t know about that.” 

“Oh,” he pauses and another gush of wind blurs over the mic. “Oops,” he laughs.

“Stupid.” You laugh as you pick up your phone and head out of your dorm

Once you make it to where he was wandering about, you realize that Mark was absolutely right; no one was at the river at all

At least all the more easier it was to spot him

He was the only figure standing there, donned in a huge puffed up jacket, shoulders scrunched up and knees bending alternatively to stop the cold

“You can hang up now.” The wind blows harder and Mark spins around to search for you with a scrunched up face

You hear him giggle into the mic before he hangs up and shouts your name

“It’s coolllddd!!!!” He doesn’t drop his volume even as you approach him

“It’s soooo cold!” Then he’s wriggling his face real close to yours 

You bite back a grin and punch at his arm, “I did offer you another hoodie you know?”

Mark groans, rubbing at his bicep and lifting his knees as he giggles a little more

“I know,” then he lifts himself up with a sigh and turns to you, a boyish grin plastered on his face, “it’s fine.”

He reaches over to pull your hoodie carefully over your head, “let’s go.”

Inevitably, it doesn’t take long until you both get tired of trying to walk and talk against the wind picking up from the river, that you decide to take a comfortable stop at a bench a little deeper into the park

Hands stuffed in his pockets, Mark stretches out his legs straight on his heels and hits his back into the back of the bench with a sigh. “It’s still kinda cold here though.”

You have your arms folded over your chest to shield the cold too, “do you want to go back?”

Mark tucks his chin into the neck of his zipped up jacket. Not really. He didn’t want to go just yet. “Do you?” He pivots his head till you can make eye-contact

You shake your head

And Mark can’t help but smile a little behind his mask

“Not if you don’t.” You say, “I can stand the cold away from the river a little more.”

Mark hums in agreement and lets out a long yawn, his shoulders shuddering at the end of it

“Mark,” you catch his attention again and pat your shoulder nearest to him

He blinks. “Like..?” He tilts his head a little to the side gesturing to lean onto your shoulder as if to ask whether he’s interpreted your action right

You nod and pat your shoulder again in assurance

Mark squeezes his hands into fists in the depths of his pockets out of nervousness

With a gulp, he lets himself shuffle a little closer to you

It’s just leaning on a shoulder, right? No problem with that, friends totally do that. Mark hesitantly lowers his head down, plush into the warmth between the dip of your shoulder.

“Better?” You’re so close he feels your voice vibrate into his chest

Mark takes a moment to reply

“Won’t Doyoung get mad or something?” He mumbles behind his mask

You have to replay his words in your head once more

What did that mean? “Doyoung?” Sitting like this you can’t read his face

“Yeah,” Mark’s a little nervous to ask but he also always kind of wanted to know, “aren’t you guys... I don’t know, something?”

Oh, you pause.

Oh. You hold back a laugh. Sure, you were really close with Doyoung but you weren’t anything more than friends if that’s what he was wondering.

With a soft smile, you hum a ‘no’ and lean your head on top of his.

“Oh.” Mark feels his face burn up again. Jeez, he just can’t help but smile a little

At least behind his mask you couldn’t catch it...

You feel his shoulder relax a little. “Good,” he accidentally mutters

But you catch his words anyway. Good, you grin.

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The Beauty & the Deku chp. 2

Summary: Izuku and Katsuki somehow get trapped in a book of fairy tales, to get out of it they decide to play their part in the stories. How far are they willing to go to fulfill the romantic plotlines? Will Katsuki be able to play the role of a fairy tale princess?

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When Katsuki comes to, he is washing some stairs.”Wha-? This again? You’ve got to be forking kidding me.” He stood up, inspecting his clothes, some raggedy top, and pants, which at least is not a dress,  and went to a nearby well, staring at his reflection on the water, scowling.

“Kacchan?” He heard Deku’s voice from behind, and the blonde turned to him.

“Deku!” Katsuki said. “As you can see, we are still trapped in this nightmare.” He frowns. “What do we do now?”

“Let’s continue trying to go along with the story, maybe if we do it enough times, we’ll get out of here.” Izuku suggested.

Katsuki growled. “Shut up! What do you know? This is probably your fault since you didn’t have to be at the house in the end.”

Deku frowned. “Oh yeah, Cinderella totally broke through a door like you did.”

The blonde scowled back, blustering and turning to look away from Izuku. “Whatever.”

Which was Kacchan-speak for ‘I’m sorry, you’re right', good thing Deku was an expert at reading his childhood friend. “We should continue trying to go along with the story, this time as much as we can with the original.”

“No way, nerd. I already gave that a try and we are still trapped in this hellhole.” Katsuki argued. “It makes more sense to try and make the story different, if it doesn’t let us move on we can find the reason more easily.”

“What if that just makes us be stuck here forever, Kacchan?” Izuku argued back. “Let’s do it like the story says one more time, then if we are still here we’ll try your thing.”

The blonde frowned but sighed. “Fine.��

Izuku let out the breath he was holding and stared into red eyes. “Thank you.”

Silence hung heavy for a second between them for several seconds. “I’m sorry…” Bakugou mutters, surprising Deku. “You know, for kissing you at the end…”

Izuku blushed furiously. “Oh! Uhm, i-i-it’s ok Kacchan, that actually made us move on, so…”

The implication of the previous statement weighs on them, and the silence only makes heat rise faster and more intensely into Deku’s face. If the kiss was what made them move on, did that mean they would have to again until they were out of there?

The most obvious answer was there, if they were in Snow White, like Izuku suspected, that meant they had to kiss to be able to continue with the story.

“Wh-What story are we in anyway?” Katsuki asked if only to fill the silence.

“O-oh, I think we are in Snow White.” Izuku reasoned.

“How are we meeting so early then, isn’t the prince supposed to kiss snow white at the end?” The blonde tried to remember.

“No, I think they met right at the start of the Disney movie.” Izuku explained.

“Crap I can’t remember.” The taller teen rubbed his hand on his face. “How am I going to go along with the story if I can't remember how it goes?”

The green-haired boy bit his lip, he couldn’t blame Kacchan, apart from this being a stressful situation, it has been a long time since either of them either saw the movies or read any books with fairy tales on them. “I think I know how it goes, just make sure to go near the forest and run away from the huntsman and look for a small house, it belongs to some dwarfs.” He explains. “Make sure they let you stay, cook and clean for them or something, the evil queen will look for you, to kill you, she will give you an apple, bite it, I’ll take care of the rest and then we’ll ride off to the sunset.”

“My prince.” Katsuki said sarcastically, and Izuku glared, but his cheeks felt hot. “I got it, I got it, I’m just tired of cleaning stuff, like I knew old men hate women in these stories and think their only use is to cook and clean, I get it, old news, but it’s annoying as heck, you know?”

“I get it Kacchan, I’m sorry, but I really think that we can get out if we follow the script as much as we can.”

“Yeah, except we can barely remember how it goes, you lame nerd, even just talking like this can change the story.” The fiery teen started to raise his tone. “We’re already doomed.”

Izuku cringed. “You’re right, but there must be plot points that make us move on, you know like in Cinderella, the background repeated until we did what it wanted, to move on we need to keep doing just that.” He tried to placate the other man. “This is the best plan we have right now, just go with it until we can think of something better.”

Katsuki stands staring at the other teen for a few seconds, glaring, but pondering what was said all the same. “Fine, but we better get out of this, or I’m going to explode.” He turned away and started walking toward the palace. “See you later, nerd, don’t you dare die.” He closed the doors, leaving Izuku staring.

The wardrobes the stories were putting the blonde in were killing him, he looked so handsome, even in dresses. Now the blonde wasn’t exactly wearing a dress, but elements of it were clearly borrowed, Kacchan was in rags but still looked amazing.

Izuku shook his head, this was not the time to be fawning over Kacchan, he turned around and left the grounds of the palace, unsure of what to do with himself. Jesus, fairy tale princes really were useless and had one shitty line, like Kacchan had said, though maybe like this, he could look for clues.

He looked down and sighed, even his clothes were boring.

۵⚜-The Beauty and the Deku-⚜۵

Katsuki changes his clothes because he is not staying in some ugly rags, besides he is 70% sure Snow White wasn’t dressed so badly, she needs to be marketable, little kids wouldn't buy merch of her if she looked ugly right?

He went near the forest, as Deku had said, and sat on a rock, at least the scenery was always interesting in these stories, as Katsuki had never gone out of Japan, he could almost pretend he was visiting Europe or some shit.

“I’m sorry, princess.” Said a voice, which startled the fuck out of the blonde.

“Jesus fu-!” Katsuki turned around to find Rikido Sato, from his class. “Sato?! You are the huntsman?”

The other man’s eyes widened. “You know my name?!” His eyes watered. “The queen has never called me by my name.”

Katsuki hadn’t either until just then, but he wasn’t about to say that to a man with a weapon while he remained quirkless. “Yes, of course I know your name!” He lied, he was lucky with Sato’s last name, he was between Sato and Sota. “I’m going to be the next ruler of this kingdom, and you my loyal subject.” He was talking out of his ass. “How could I not know your name?”

Sato dropped the knife. “I can’t do it!” He cried. “The queen is trying to kill you, your best option is to run as far as you can and hope she never finds you!”

Katsuki stood up from the ground and scrubbed the dirt off his clothes. “Right, thank you, I guess, for not killing me or whatever.” He jogged into the forest, enjoying it more than he normally would, maybe because it had been a while since he had been able to make one of his mornings runs.

At some point, his foot got tangled on some tree roots and he came crashing to the ground. “Argh!” He exclaimed. “Dumb tree, dumb story, dumb Deku!” He raged, and sat on the ground, finding the cabin could wait. As he lay on the ground feeling sorry for himself he felt small tweets from above, and slowly, animals from the forest came out and stared at him.

The blonde groaned. “One of you better not be Dunce face or Hair for brains.” He couldn’t take any more woodland animals as his friends, although thankfully it seemed none of them was anyone he knew. “What are you doing here then, If not to torture me?”

All the animals started to walk toward somewhere, and Katsuki, having nothing better to do went with them, only to find the small house Deku talked about. He opened the door, finding the insides absolutely filthy. And as much as Katsuki had complained he disliked cleaning, he disliked even more letting it stay filthy.

‘Fucking fine’ He thought because only in his mind he could use his favorite words. “You win, stupid Deku, I’ll clean this pigsty.” Katsuki picked up a broom and started sweeping the comical amounts of dust and dirt, the animals around him started to do the same, and for the first time, he didn’t mind the small woodland animals that seemed to follow him lately.

When he finally finished he realized how tired he was, it had been a few days since he last slept, so maybe now he could take a nap. Bakugou climbed the stairs, peering at the small beds with the dwarf's names, he pushed some of them together so he could fit in and dropped like a log on them, paying no mind to the few small animals that cuddled him, he was too tired for that shit.

He closed his eyes and lost consciousness.

۵⚜-The Beauty and the Deku-⚜۵

“What is that? Is it a ghost?” Said a fearful but familiar voice.

“Ha! There’s no such thing as a ghost.” An angrier voice said.

“Who cares, ghosts can’t touch you, let’s just sleep and be done with it.” Said another voice that sounded just like Aizawa.

With his sleep finally disrupted Katsuki decided to sit up and fuck up anyone who dared wake him. When he rose from the bed, multiple gasps were heard. “What is it now?” He said, the blanket still over his head, which he removed slowly.

When he finally could see, he found seven eerily familiar dwarfs looking at him and gasping once again.

“Prince!” One of them exclaimed. “What are you doing here, young prince?”

Holy shit, this dwarf was All Might. Katsuki gaped at the blonde dwarf, his face a picture of the man’s old glory.

The teen looked at the others, Aizawa, Present Mic, Koda, Kirishima, Kaminari...and Endeavour?!

“Let me guess, you,” Bakugou pointed at Aizawa. “Are sleepy, you,” Present Mic, who let out a very loud sneeze. “Are Sneezy, you,” Koda blushed. “Bashful.” Then Kirishima. “You are Happy, I guess.” Kaminari. “Dunce face, you are obviously Dopy.” Bakugou laughed. “This must be Todoroki’s old man, Endeavour.” The red-haired dwarf fumed. “That leaves you All Might, I guess you are Doc.”

All Might smiled. “Yes, young prince.” He eyed Katsuki as if searching for answers. “What brings you here?”

“Yeah, that, the queen is trying to kill me or something.” The younger man dismissed carelessly.

“The queen is trying to kill you?!” Several of the small men exclaimed.

“Yes, so let me hide here, I’ll cook and clean, or something.” Katsuki forced himself to say.

“Like we would let a stranger stay here in our h-” Endeavour started to say.

“Of course you can stay, my boy!” All Might said. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah!” Kirishima, Kaminari, and Present Mic said, Koda blushed, and Aizawa grunted his approval from where he slept.

Endeavour growled.

The next day, after making the seven nuisances breakfast and them lining up at the door to go to the mine, Kirishima took of his stupid hat and watched Katsuki expectantly.

“What do you want.” The blonde said, but he had started to piece what hair for brains was silently asking, the redhead wanted a kiss on his forehead, Bakugou fumed, missing the cracking sound of his quirk. The thing was Snow White obviously did so in the movie, and if he wanted to be truthful with what he promised Deku, he had to kiss the foreheads of these dumbasses and thank god they wouldn’t remember, or at least he hoped so.

He reluctantly kissed Kirishima’s forehead, cringing when the dwarf continued in his way. It didn’t take long for the rest of the short men to follow suit.

Kaminari laughed and thanked him with a teasing smile. Katsuki struggled not to punch with his bare hands. Koda, bless him, just blushed and continued on his way, Aizawa grunted, Present Mic whooped in happiness, and All Might thanked him.

Lastly, there was Endeavour, who Katsuki categorically and morally opposed kissing, as much as he hated the half-and-half bastard his old man was trash and he wasn’t about to ignore that. But he had made a promise to stupid Deku who was probably living it large somewhere as a prince.

Katsuki swallowed his pride if only because he was a man of his word.

He slowly bent to press his lips on Endeavour's dwarfed forehead, closing his eyes to avoid extra trauma, and gave him a lightning-quick kiss.

“It’s not like I wanted you to, brat!” What the fuck? Was Endeavour a tsundere?

Bakugou would never be able to look at the number one hero ever again.

While Katsuki baked a pie in the old-fashioned oven he heard some commotion on the outside. Bristling Katsiki let go of the hot pie and peeked through the window, only to see Shigaraki dressed in black rags and carrying a basket of apples.

Holy fuck, Shigaraki was the queen?!

Katsuki couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing. “You?! Your crusty musty ass is the queen? HAHHAHA” He was nearly crying, Shigaraki looked worse than normal, and that was so hard to do in the blonde’s mind that he had to give the man kudos for surpassing himself.

“W-what? No, I’m no old queen, just an old man offering such beauty an apple.” Shigaraki stuttered, quickly jumping into convincing the teen into taking the blood-red apple in his ugly hands.

Katsuki wiped his tears of laughter. “I’m just, haha, sorry, It’s just been an annoying day.” He explained. “But alright, since you made me laugh so much I’ll take the apple, thank you for the few hours of peace, while that stupid Deku makes it here.” The blonde bit the apple, promptly falling asleep as he heard Shigaraki’s pathetic laugh.

۵⚜-The Beauty and the Deku-⚜۵

Izuku panted as he followed the forest’s animals toward the dwarf's house, where he knew Katsuki was waiting for him, the queen, whoever they were, was probably already chased off a cliff and Kacchan was placed in a crystal case.

He arrived at a clearing, watching as the dwarfs mourned Katsuki’s apparent death.

Wait. Was that Endeavour?! No. No, no time for that, literally everyone they knew was becoming a supporting character in these stories, it was entirely possible Endeavour was too.

...Was he supposed to be grumpy?

Izuku shook his head away from those thoughts and focused on Katsuki’s relaxed face as he slept and the dwarfs took away the glass casing on top of the snoozing blonde. Deku had always wondered why on earth the dwarfs just took off the case for some random prince to kiss the princess? What if it was just some creep? Though he had heard the age of the actual prince was 31, while Snow White was 14, which, what the hell.

Anyways he was getting sidetracked, maybe due to the nerves of having to kiss Kacchan, and the intense gazes the dwarfs were sending the green-eyes teen. He gulped, approaching the other man’s face, suddenly feeling very hot. It's not like they hadn’t kissed before, just two days ago Kacchan had kissed him, and there was always that one time they were 4 and wanted to know what kissing felt like.

However, both times it had been Katsuki who had initiated, not Izuku, Deku had never been the one to kiss someone, and the fact they were not conscious was really bothering him. It was morally incorrect to kiss someone who was unconscious, even if he somewhat knew Katsuki would be ok with it.

He felt dirty, like a 31-year-old prince kissing a 14-year-old girl, well maybe not that dirty.

But still, he did not feel great about this.

Finally, as his lips were millimeters away from Bakugou’s, Deku avoided the pink plump lips of his classmate and kissed the other’s cheek swiftly and reeled back. Katsuki’s eyes remained closed for dreadful long seconds, until red eyes fluttered open, sleepily batting long blonde eyelashes at Izuku.

“Took you long enough, nerd.” Katsuki complained as Deku offered him a hand and a taller teen rose from the adorned crystal bed.

“Sorry Kacchan.” Izuku said, relieved that the kiss on the cheek was enough to wake the other up. “Let’s go?”

Katsuki blinked. “Oh, yeah, you said we now ride into the sunset.”

“I-I mean, y-yeah, that’s how I remember it ended.” Izuku stuttered.

“Thank god.” Katsuki launches himself at Izuku's horse, waving at the dwarfs and animals as Izuku himself mounts it.

“Are you ready?” Izuku said, feeling like he forgot something.

“Yes.” The blonde rushed, a fake smile plastered on his face as he waved. “Let’s go you stupid piece of crap.”

“Right.” Izuku instructs the horse to start moving toward the horizon where a large range of beautiful reds and oranges paint the sky.

“Thank you for nothing!” Katsuki waves again, this time his smile is more genuine as he does a pg version of his usual cursing at the dwarfs and animals that probably don’t hear him due to the distance. “Hope you trip on your horrendous beards and die!”

The green-haired teen sweat drops as Bakugou finally settles down.

That is until he notices the horizon only seems to get further away. “No! Look, we aren’t moving on!”

Deku has to agree, as he notes his surroundings, while the background isn’t repeating, there seems to be no end to the valley even as seconds turn into several minutes. Well, if it isn’t the consequences of my actions, Izuku thought as he meditated the best way to confess why they may be unable to finish the story.

“Darn it!” Katsuki growled in frustration. “I swear I did everything you told me.” He tried to explain. “I even kissed Endeavour’s old geezer head.”

“I know, Kacchan.” Izuku reassured, gulping as he realized he needed to come clean. “It is my fault.” He confessed.

“What?”

“So you know ten minutes ago when I was supposed to kiss you and wake you up from the sleeping curse?”

“Yes…?” Katsuki nodded. “What’s your point?”

“I may or may not have kissed your cheek instead of kissing you in the lips like in the traditional story.” He said sheepishly. “...Sorry...?

Katsuki slowly turns to look at the dumbass he called childhood friend. “What did you just say?”

“...I’m...sorry?” Izuku’s voice got weaker.

“What on earth is your problem?!” Katsuki bellowed, his eyes glowing red. “You SAID that we needed to follow the story to get out, you made me PROMISE I would go along with it just this once.”

The other man cringed. “I know, I know.” He whined. “I’m sorry, it’s just when I had to kiss you, you were unconscious and it just felt wrong since you never explicitly agreed that I could kiss you.”

“It was implied that I wanted to kiss you!” Katsuki yelled and then blushed, Izuku did too. “I mean, it was implied I was ok with it, you bumbling buffoon!” He screeched.

“Buffoon...?” Izuku mumbled as he stared in surprise at red embarrassed eyes.

“Ughhh!” Katsuki said in frustration. “Being this mad without using my quirk is making me lame.” He explained to himself, he took the reins of the still moving horse and yanked it so it stopped. Then he threw his legs over the animal so Bakugou was fully facing Deku. “Let’s just kiss so maybe this can be over, you piece of garbage.”

Katsuki pulled Izuku roughly so their noses were touching. “Don’t think for a second I’m not going to kick your ass into the next century after we get back to UA.”

Before Izuku could respond, their lips smashed together, harder and deeper than necessary, all while he was vaguely aware the world started to crumble and fade into white once again.

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 30: To The Hideout

You’re extremely excited to see Eddie & the boys play tonight. His van packed completely with band equipment he asked Robin to ride you over & he'd be the one taking you home beings you both live together now. He left 2 hours ahead of time for a small rehearsal at Gareth’s & to head to the hideout to set up for tonight’s show. You’ve spent the past hour getting ready not wanting to stick out like a sore thumb you go for a more darker approach tonight even your underwear match your outfit tonight something you pray Eddie appreciates. The new black lace bra & pantie set you got at the mall pulling out your cut off shorts with fishnet stockings with a Megadeath T shirt you turned into a crop top a nice black Smokey eye with smudged liner & the most purist of red lipsticks you would’ve swore the devil himself used his blood to color this lipstick 💄 decidedly grabbing your new boots combat boots with a heel & laced them up spraying a bit of perfume on yourself as you hear the doorbell ringing nonstop. That’s definitely Robin you whip open the door overly excited she looks pumped too she’s wearing black pants with suspenders & a the cure t shirt with a pair of converse “Holy shit jame you look… you look fuckin HOT!!” You burst into a fit of giggles “Thanks Robs you look amazing too!” You notice her cheeks go red you pull her inside “come on girlfriend let’s take a shot before we leave” she looks at you wide eyed “wow someone’s in a wonderfully refreshing mood I likey” you laugh pouring 2 shots of whipped cream flavored vodka “here this is from Philadelphia my grandfather has been making this stuff since my dad was a kid Jacquin’s it’s a liquor factory my grandfather and grandmother both work there they’re like the senior versions of Lavern & Shirley ahahaha” robin slams her shot down “wow that’s…. That’s good! He made that?! Does he make anything else?!” “Oh hell yeah robs every Christmas we all get a box sent to us with a variety of bottles this year I’ll let you take first pick out of it I’ve tried everything so now it’s you guys turn don’t tell Eddie I cracked this he saw it & has been bothering me about it but I was saving it for my best friend” you wink at her & she smiles “I would’ve never thought I’d have a female platonic best friend but I’m so glad you moved here & I’m so grateful for you and..” you cut her rambling “Robs… I love you too & I'm glad you’re my friend let’s take one more of these & hit the road & go have a fuckin blast!” She woots three times raising her hands up in the air she’s always been a good hype man for everyone in your group. Rides with Robin are always a blast blasting Lita Ford through the stereo system scream singing the lyrics singing into the water bottle you hold in your hands pretending it’s a microphone taking turns sharing the mic with Robin 🎼”I went to a part last Saturday night I didn’t get laid I got in a fight uh huhhhhh it ain’t no big thing… Late for work but the traffic was bad had to borrow ten bucks from my old man uh huhhh it ain’t no big thing….”🎼 both of you thrashing your heads as the song quickens 🎼”But i know what I like… I know I like dancing with you…. & you know what you like I know you like dancing with me ohh yeah!!… kiss me once… kiss me twice… come on pretty baby kiss me deadly!!!!!!”🎼 pulling into the parking lot you see Steve Jeff & Gareth smoking a cigarette you Robin kills the engine to your car & you both hop out as gareth runs to engulf you in a hug “you look awesome!” You lean back to check out his getup “no Emerson you look awesome check you out if Eddie didn’t already have my heart you’d be in trouble” you wink at him “oh before I forget a gift you beam digging in the glove compartment pulling out a joint twisting it in his face “all the way from the east coast it’s chronic it’s called Black widow” his eyes sparkle with excitement “go grab Ed’s & I’ll fire it up” he nods & scurries off to grab his best friend when Eddie comes practically tripping over himself at gareth dragging him outside catches sight of you & his breath hitches.

[pa-stella]

Flufftober 2022 - 31.10

The final entry!! I’ll make a short post about Flufftober tomorrow. Until then… Happy Halloween!! This was written before ARB’s new Sasara’s birthday dialogues.

Title: The Punpkin King

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic Characters: Sasara, Rosho and Rei Prompt: A Sweet Treat Words count: 785Contents: G-rated, bad puns.

“Thank you again for watching this special Halloween episode of NuruSara’s Bizarre Adventures!” Sasara’s cheerful voice echoed in the studio. “I witch you all a scary and funny Halloween!!!”

The comedian waved at the camera until the director stopped the filming. “Good job, everyone!”

The entire staff clapped and cheered as a few assistants ran to help Sasara with his pumpkin costume.

“Uh, I’d actually like to borrow this for tonight!” He said with a smile. “I’ll go to a private party and I didn’t have time to think about a costume!”

One of the assistants looked at him with a surprised face. “Nurude-san… Are you sure? It’s a little over the top…”

“What do you mean? I look gourd-geous!” Sasara laughed, pointing to the pumpkin hat he was wearing.

After the usual greetings and thanks to the guest of that live episode, Sasara left the studio alone. Osaka was decorated in Halloween themed slogans, lights and images. Even if it was still early in the evening, there were already partygoers in flashy costumes around so his pumpkin-self didn’t stand out too much. The colors, the laughter and the general mood of Halloween were something Sasara enjoyed a lot. 

When he was younger, he used to hate the festivity. Everyone had always forgotten to celebrate his birthday because of Halloween and, at the time, it had become a personal grudge. As years passed though, he understood that Halloween was a good occasion to make others happy with jokes and cool costumes so… he might have started to forget about his birthday too. It wasn’t that important, was it?

(The last time he had actually celebrated his birthday was during that crazy period with Samatoki. The yakuza kid had gotten so mad when he discovered that Sasara had just forgotten to tell him about his birthday a few weeks earlier. He had forced the comedian to pay for his, Kuko’s and Ichiro’s dinner as a punishment, but they surprised him with a few gifts too.)

He took a look at his phone. It was still too early for the Dotsuitare Dinner to Rosho’s apartment, but… it wouldn’t be the first time he entered the house with his own keys anyway. With a sigh, he headed to the Tsutsujimori household.

As he predicted, the apartment was empty. Rosho was probably out picking some groceries. He took a cold beer out of the fridge and sat down on the floor. 

Sasara had no idea how much time had passed since he had started to watch a funny foreign movie on tv. He heard a few voices outside the main door and stood up. Even though they were muffled, he recognized Rei’s deep timbre and Rosho’s tired tone. When the teacher finally opened the door, he seemed surprised to see Sasara there.

“S-Sasara? What are you doing here?”

“Well, I got off work early and thought I could help you with cooking our dinner!” He bowed a little. “This humble pumpkin is at your service!”

He expected a joke, an irritated comment or just… something, but Rosho didn’t say a single word. Only Rei snickered a little. Sasara looked up and observed the two. They weren’t wearing costumes or creepy makeup. The conman was carrying a box that looked like it contained a cake. Rosho had a few colorful packages in his hands.

“Oh, guys…” He started with a small smile. “Is it Christmas already?”

“No, you dumbass! You just… we wanted to surprise you for your birthday!” Rosho sighed and left all the boxes on the low table. “That’s why I asked you to come by at a specific time!”

“Ah.” Sasara felt his cheeks burn a little and tried to hide the big smile that appeared on his face. “Maybe… I can come back later?”

“Shut up.” Rosho glared at him before smiling softly. “Happy birthday, Sasara.”

“Happy birthday.” Rei chuckled again. “Where should I put the cake, Sensei?”

“Cake? Can I see it??” The comedian jumped excitedly around Rei.

“It’s a Melon Sponge Cake and… no, you can’t!” Rosho scolded him and tried to stop him. “You will have to wait after dinner!”

“B-but… it’s my birthday…” Sasara murmured, pretending to cry.

Rei’s thunderous laughter rumbled in the small apartment. “Sorry, Sasara, it’s hard to take you seriously with that costume.”

“It’s hard to take him seriously in general!”

“Hey, I’m the birthday pumpkin-boy! You should trick or treat me better!”

“You’ve ghost to be kidding me. Your Halloween puns are so bad.”

As the two exchanged equally awful jokes, Rei left the cake in the kitchen and took a beer for himself. He looked at the duo, smiling. “Dinner and show for free? What a deal.”

[itjazzbicch]

As Real As It Gets

Pairing:  Santana x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader is a wrestling veteran, debuting in AEW, and on her first night, MJF and the Pinnacle, trying and ruin her welcoming, but little do they know, she has a great friendship with the Inner Circle; Santana stepping up and standing up for her, being her partner in her very first match on Dynamite and things really hit off between the two of them, leading to even more things when they're one on one...

Warnings:  SMUT!! (18+ ONLY!!)

Requested by:  anon (whoever you are, I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count:  3435

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @jessiebean00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @justamess44 @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch  @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

“AEW is always making history and I would like to be the first to tell you that it is an honor to sign a veteran like you, the very first woman here in AEW to wrestle in the men’s division, Y/N!” Tony announced, beginning my first interview on Dynamite.

“It is an honor to be here, Tony,” I smiled, “Like you said, I am a wrestling veteran and I have accomplished a lot throughout my career, but AEW is full of such great, amazing talent. Some of them, I never shared the ring with and there is a lot that I can accomplish here. I’m ready to have a great time.”

“You have accomplished a lot indeed and I think I can speak for all of us when I say, I am very excited to see what you have in store for us. I’ve heard there are some people around trying to recruit you already!” Tony pointed out and before I could even speak, music began to play.

It was the Pinnacle, one of the groups who were trying to recruit me.

“Now, I don’t really like making a scene,” MJF began, leading his pack, “I know I am intimidating, but I made you a very simple offer and you keep ignoring me. That’s very disrespectful of you to ignore the top guy in All Elite Wrestling.

Disrespectful? That little comment actually made me laugh, turning to face MJF when he finally met me on stage.

I stayed silent for a moment, just staring at him like a joke whenever he continued with:

“There is no denying how amazing you are, Y/N. The executives in here made a very wise decision by signing you and if you join me and the top guys here in AEW, you will skyrocket to the top!”

“Let me stop you there,” I sighed, borrowing Tony's microphone, “I think you forgot who I am. I am Y/N! I understand that you’re starstruck. You want to get all the goods, but I literally just got here! It’s my first night! I would have to take a lot of things into consideration before I hop into a stable. Even if I do end up in a stable, I sure as hell wouldn’t join the Pinnacle.”

The entire crowd was cheering for me, agreeing with my statement and MJF immediately became hostile, trying to tower over me.

“You are a bunch of boys. You can’t handle all of this,” I smirked, referencing myself, “And you want to call me disrespectful? I’m the veteran here. Not you and I can tell how extremely hostile you are. Looks like you want a fight. If it’s a fight you want, well I know the perfect guys!”

MJF and his guys all became annoyed, rolling their eyes, groaning whenever they heard Judas playing, Chris Jericho, and the Inner Circle joining my side on stage.

“My jerk off friend,” Chris smirked, “Not even thirty minutes into the show and you’re being a dick!”

Chris made everyone laugh, going to speak more, but silence fell, the mood becoming a lot more serious whenever Santana stepped up, asking, “Can I have the mic?”

I smiled when I saw Santana making a stand. There have been multiple times where we had crossed paths and each time was a great experience. He was an amazing wrestler and person, with a whole lot of heart.

Santana stood by my side, putting MJF in his place when he said, “You have to be the most disrespectful little shit I have ever seen in this industry.”

No one could argue with Santana whatsoever, all of us nodding in agreement, listening when he continued:

“Like Tony said, it is an honor, an absolute HONOR, to have Y/N here. Hell, I’m honored to just be standing at her side right now! And you’re going to come out here, getting mouthy with her? Trying to talk her into making serious, career-altering decisions on her very first night? Hell, you've been bothering her before she even got here. Not only are you disrespecting a woman, but you’re disrespecting one of the best wrestlers in this industry and quite frankly, that pisses me the hell off!”

I could cry tears of happiness while watching Santana stand up for me, speaking with so much passion that was beyond admirable.

“MJF, it’s such a shame that you’re so simple and basic, didn’t learn a single thing from these amazing men in the inner circle. You could have learned some great lessons. Santana just dished out a good one on you right now!” I made clear, putting a smile on Santana’s face when I added, “I know it’s my first night and I’m not in proper wrestling gear, but you! You really grind my gears and like Santana, I’m pissed off. Santana, care to be my partner tonight and teach these fools another lesson?”

At first, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. It was so cute and priceless, but then he quickly nodded his head, putting his game face on, both of us sizing up MJF but like a coward, MJF backed away, yelling:

“Woah Woah Woah! I have more important things to handle tonight, but if you guys want a match, we’ll I’m sure that the best tag team in the damn world, doesn’t have a problem with facing the two of you tonight.”

MJF just about shoved FTR, Cash, and Dax right into us and I didn’t mind one bit. I wanted a match and since it was presented to me, I yelled:

“Okay, bet. Someone get us a referee!”

It didn’t take long for a referee to get to the ring, making us go to the ring. Santana and I were fired up and ready to go.

Santana was also just so sweet, being a gentleman whenever he saw me fixing my hair on the apron, giving me his bandana.

“Use this. I’ll start the match. Okay?” Santana smiled at me.

“Gotcha,” I smiled back, fixing and tying the bandana around my head, it keeping my hair back perfectly.

Man, did Santana have some gorgeous brown eyes, lighting up at the sight of his bandana around my head, but we had to snap back into game mode whenever the bell rang.

I thought chivalry was dead, but Santana proved me wrong our entire match. He would not let me get hit, took every punch, bump, wouldn’t tag me in.

Of course, I did my part as a tag partner, breaking up pins and getting rid of the opponents' partner at certain times, but there was no way Santana could win this without me getting in there.

Santana just barely kicked out of a move from Dax and they were trying to jump him and that’s when I stepped in.

I delivered a nasty dropkick to Cash, then I turned around to see Dax coming after me and I super kicked him.

Dax fell like a ton of bricks and I quickly helped Santana get on top of him for a pin, but Dax was kicked out.

After that, I helped Santana stand up, going to our corner, getting back on the apron so that I could get tagged in.

We decided to go for some tag moves. I ran and did a suicide dive into Cash, taking him out again, running back into the ring, seeing Santana and Dax exchanging blows.

There was a perfect opportunity when Dax took a few steps back. He forgot about me, so I gave him a dropkick to his back, throwing him into Santana who hit him with two knees to the face and whenever he popped back up, I hit him with a nasty, snap German suplex, building a bridge and pinning him to win the match.

When the bell rang, Santana popped up, hugging me, happy to take part in my very first match on Dynamite.

I was just as excited as Santana was, unable to stop smiling while he kept his arm wrapped around me, both of us looking into the camera, Santana saying:

“Baddest girl in the game right here! Everybody better watch out!”

“You heard what he said,” I smirked, both of us giving the camera the middle finger.

Santana kept his arm wrapped around me the entire time and I didn’t mind one bit because it felt so right. It felt even better to have so much support when I walked backstage to the rest of the Inner Circle.

“Damn, Y/N! First night in and you steal my tag partner?” Ortiz scoffed, only playing.

“I mean, with a man like Santana, could you blame me?” I smirked, all of us laughing.

“Okay, maybe we can share him,” Ortiz joked, but my heart began to flutter, having to look away for a moment whenever Santana whispered to me:

“I don’t mind being yours.”

There was a strong feeling flowing through me about Santana and he kept on making it stronger.  

“Hey, Y/N, I don’t know if you realized but your shirt is ripped,” Sammy pointed out and I just groaned loudly.

“Got damn it! I didn’t bring my suitcase,” I sighed, “MJF just had to piss me off and make me wrestle in casual clothes.”

“It’s all good,” Santana assured, “Wanna go to the locker room and I can find something for you?”

“I’d greatly appreciate it,” I smiled, following Santana when he said:

“Let’s go.”

While on our way to the locker room, I was more than tempted to make Santana mine. He was literally perfect and I appreciated all that he was doing for me.

I was just hanging out in the locker room while Santana was going through their things, finding an Inner Circle shirt.

“Is that an invitation?” I joked, making the both of us giggle.

“I mean, I have no problem with having you in the inner circle. If I was in charge, I would’ve done it already,” He smirked, making my heart flutter again.

I kindly accepted the shirt, saying to him, “You’re a real soldier. You took almost all of the shots that entire match. I appreciate it, but if we ever team again, don’t be afraid to tag me. I wrestle the guys for a reason.”

“I know,” He sighed deeply, explaining, “It’s just, I’ve always admired you and I can’t help but be overprotective. Even when MJF was talking crazy, it pissed me off, let alone when they were ready to actually beat you up.”

“And I thought chivalry was dead,” I smiled, “I don’t think I’ve ever had a man stand up for me like you did tonight.”

“Then all the men that you’ve been around ain’t real men,” Santana noted, smiling whenever I leaned closer to him, saying:

“Well I know I have a real one right next to me. The realest.”

“As real as real gets,” He smirked, kissing my cheek and that’s when I had enough. I could fight my temptations anymore, holding his head straight so I could kiss him.

Our kiss was as real as it could get even though I felt like I was dreaming, lips touching so softly, but so passionate and fierce at the same; smiling against his lips while his hand found the back of my head pulling me closer.

My body followed him like I was under a spell, his body falling back on the long part of the sectional in their locker room and mine followed, sitting on top of him without breaking our kiss, not even for a second.

When our lips finally parted, I gasped for air, taking a deep breath, but the both of us smiling whenever I met his gaze.

“Damn girl,” He chuckled, wiping at his lower lip a bit.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured nervously, “I got a little carried away.”

That nervousness began to die when he shook his head, smiling, “I ain’t complaining.”

I broke out in giggles, falling to his chest when he popped his hips which made me fall, his hand finding the back of my head again, kissing me.

Every move he made, feeling his soft hands on my skin, each intense kiss, his tongue slipping in a bit, it all made me want to lose control, my body moving on its own, hips rolling down onto him, a devilish smile on my face when I felt his bulge that was hardening.

“That’s how you’re feeling, huh?” Santana snickered, kissing me a bit harder.

“When you’re kissing me like that and feeling all over me, it’s hard not to feel that way,” I explained, rolling my hips again and when I did, he bit my lip, whispering;

“Believe me, I know exactly how you feel.”

In that moment, we both just snapped. My body shot right up, tossing off my shirt, capturing all of Santana’s attention, especially whenever my bra came next.

As soon as my bra fell to the floor, he shot up straight, both hands on my breasts, the softness of his hands making my skin form goosebumps, the feeling being intensified, nerves tingling when his hands slid down my hips, one of them pushing into my lower back while his mouth closed around my left nipple.

My head instantly fell back due to the feeling, not sucking too hard, but making everything just right, my hands squeezing his shoulders, beginning to play with his hair.

At the same time, his hands fell to my jeans, coming around the front, unbuttoning them, slowly pushing them down so that he could take two handfuls of my ass.

Sitting still was hard, all of these emotions and mixes of pleasure starting to build up more, especially when one of his hands slid down further slowly rubbing my folds and entrance through the soft fabric of my panties.

When I felt that, the uncontrollable speed of my body came back, holding his head and kissing him hard, whispering against his lips:

“Where’s the fun in teasing? How about you get what you really want? And don’t be afraid to hold back, that’s no fun either.”

His response was a small chuckle against my lips, his actions doing the rest of the talking. He stood up, holding me up by my thighs, turning around so I was facing the couch.

He knew how to turn me on so much, expressing that a little with giggles when he grabbed my pants, pulling them and it made me fall to the couch, then pulling them off the rest of the way.

The view I had made the excitement like electricity running through my body, looking up to his sexy body towering above me. His pants lowered a little, seeing the v-line that went up to his hip, how perfect every muscle was, up to the handsome faces.

Santana was the definition of fine and there was a gorgeous smile on his face when he noticed how I was checking him out, my eyes falling back down to his bulge, his cock definitely desperate to get out of those pants, biting my lip just by the sight of that.

“You see something you want?” He teased, unbuttoning his pants, “If you do, go for it.”

“I sure see something I want,” I whispered in a sexy voice, sitting up and taking a grip on both his pants and briefs, not breaking eye contact with him until I pulled down far enough that his cock popped free.

I couldn’t think of any words or anything to say, my brain still processing all of the crazy, intense rushes going through my body that just kept coming, the sight of his cock making that beyond fierce.

His size was definitely impressive, his thickness to be proven impressive too when I began to stroke him softly, but not wanting to wait, so I got right to the point.

“I think I can speak for the both of us when I say, let’s get to it,” I smirked, standing up and letting my panties hit the floor.

Again, his actions spoke for him, breaking into a rough kiss, moving back to the couch quickly, Santana picking me up and laying me on my back.

Once he joined me, there was no more waiting, spreading my legs wide by the thighs, his crown lined up perfectly, slowly splitting me wide.

Even though we were taking things at a quick pace, it was good for him to go slow at first. Just feeling his crown pop in was enough to make me suck in a deep breath, gasping hard when I felt him inch in a little further.

After a little more, all of the moisture hit, and a sigh of satisfaction quickly turned into a loud moan, his hips beginning to roll more, only feeding me a little bit.

“Think you can handle the rest?” Santana teased and there was a smile on my face, my hands finding his wrists, sliding up his tense forearms, pulling his upper body to me.

I kept it sweet and simple, kissing him hard, biting his lower lip a little while whispering, “Give it to me.”

He sure knew how to listen to commands, making me moan even louder than before when he rolled his hips swiftly and smoothly, giving me a lot more, hitting my sweet spot already.

“Holy fuc-,” I whined, looking down to see for myself, but he hit me with another swift thrust, a little hard than the last, making it all feel even better, my head falling back when I whined, “Damn, Santana.”

“Hey,” He chuckled, huffing, “You told me to give it to you.”

“Hell yeah I did,” I moaned, biting my lip hard and whining, “It’s so damn good.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, picking up the speed as my words, moans and pleasurable noises were motivating him.

At that moment, I could only nod my head, whining hard because I felt his crown go past my sweet spot, the feeling making my walls clamp up really tight.

Santana could definitely feel it too, groaning at the feeling, more rumbling in his chest, the friction becoming a lot for both of our bodies, making him move faster.

The feeling made my body burn like I had been out sunbathing, the impact traveling straight into my stomach and I couldn’t help but moan salaciously, ready to scream because it was so overwhelming but so good, the orgasm building up in feeling like it was going to explode.

With another fast, hard stroke, the impact hit my clit, the tingling, jolting sensation so strong that my back arched sharply, body shaking. I wasn’t the only one impacted by it.

Santana’s upper body fell, enough strength in his arms to keep himself propped up and hovered above me.

“Oh my god,” I whined out, near tears, my heart pumping faster and harder, “I’m so close.”

“Just let loose,” Santana encouraged his forehead against mine, “I can feel it. All of it, you’re so tight around me.”

I felt hollow every time he pulled back, but that fullness came back so quickly, my body unable to comprehend the quick change, all of the pleasure becoming hard for my body to handle, hanging on by just a thread, desperate to get off.

“Just a little faster, Santana,” I whined, “I’m almost there, I swear.”

A little faster must have meant a lot faster to him, exceeding my expectations. He sat back up, gripping onto my thighs with raw force, moving so fast, my breasts were bouncing all over the place, my back arching hard and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe, eyes rolling back because finally, that thread snapped.

With a desperate gasp for air, all I could do was cry out his name, babbling senselessly, my walls pulsating hard, then pushing, just this big wave of moisture and gush that slicked us both.

Again, the feeling was overwhelming for him too, panting hard when his upper body came to mine. We exchange some kisses, sweet nothings, my arms wrapping around him tightly, still getting some moans out of me while his hips rolled slowly, giving me a few more strokes.

“I can’t even explain how fucking amazing that was,” Santana mumbled under his breath, making me chuckle.

“I’m pretty sure my heart stopped at one point,” I chuckled, joking with him, “After this, tell Ortiz I said that he’s not getting his partner back.”

We both shared a good laugh, Santana giving me a small kiss, when he said playfully, “He won’t be happy, but he’ll just have to accept it.”