#mumbling about chicken...s... evil ones....

[bakupon]

fidget toy... for thinking

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Let’s Go Shopping!

Previous Fantape

Previous fantape: Previous Fantape Previous tape “Hi friends! I’m Amanda! It’s time for the final part of our Super Slumber Party Maratho

Okay… I found the Let’s Go Shopping tape rather quickly… I don’t have much time left… but there’s still two more tapes to go. Alright, no point in wasting time thinking about it. Let’s do this. Riley thinks, putting the new tape into the VCR. 

“Hi friends! I’m Amanda!” Amanda smiles and waves. 

“And I’m Wooly!” Wooly beams. 

“And today, we’re going grocery shopping!” 

“Yaaaay…” Wooly says unenthusiastically. 

“Come on Wooly, you can do better than that.” 

“But like… it’s grocery shopping! That’s boring grown up stuff.” 

“Yeah Wooly, boring grown up stuff.” Amanda grins. 

“I still don’t get it.” 

“We can pretend to be grown ups today!” 

“Oooh! Like doing taxes?” Wooly asks. Amanda gives him a look that is a mixture of confusion, disgust, bafflement, and annoyance. “What? Isn’t that like… the grown up thing of grown up things?” 

“Yeah, the one that not even grown ups like.”

“Well I don’t like grocery shopping so…” 

“Well we need to go grocery shopping. We don’t need to do taxes. We never do taxes.” 

“But taxes need to be done too…”

“HAMELN’S BEEN COMMITTING TAX EVASION FOR CENTURIES!” Amanda screams. 

“Amanda!” Wooly gasps. 

“It’s true! I walked by an accountants meeting in their office one time and I overheard them. There was this new guy and he asked when they were gonna start doing the taxes. And the other two accountants said they don’t. Never did never will. Ever. Well… they pay for the building. That’s it. A company tradition and apparently they’re proud of it.” Amanda shrugs. Wooly looks horrified. 

“You’re gonna get us in trouble!” Wooly hisses. 

“I don’t have in me to care anymore.” Amanda sighs. 

“If we’re being watched right now I just want to make it clear that I have been very well-behaved!” Wooly announces. “Please don’t torture me…” 

“Well-behaved?” Amanda laughs, “Wooly you got mad at our friend, went of script, Talked about things we weren’t supposed to talk about, talked about wanting to leave, swore, made a mess of the kitchen, destroyed the toy store, almost killed our friend-” 

“Those last few were accidents…” Wooly mumbles. 

“Doesn’t matter! The point is… you’ve become just as naughty as me Wooly.” Amanda announces proudly. “And that means if I’m getting in trouble for all the stuff I did, you are too.” 

“Oh no… oh no no no no no-” Wooly frets, covering his ears and shaking his head. 

“But they haven’t come for us yet right? And if they do, well it’s already too late so...” Amanda gives a silly look to the sky, sticking out her tongue.  

“Heh heh… and just what are you trying to say Amanda?” Wooly laughs nervously. 

“Join the dark side Wooly. Do it.” Amanda grins wickedly, leaning up against him, “You’re not a goody-two-shoes anymore.” 

“Awwww fine!” Wooly shouts, tugging on his ears, “the cooks in the cafeteria never wash their hands. I had- on multiple occasions- seen them in the bathroom and they’d just leave without doing it! Oh my gosh they’re gonna kill me.” Amanda is giving him a wide evil grin. 

“If it were me, I’d thank them! Now can we go shopping?” Amanda smirks, looking extremely proud of herself.

“Why did I do that why did I do that why did I-” 

 “We’re going shopping, come on.” Amanda announces, dragging an anxious mumbling Wooly behind her by the arm. “First things first. We have to get bacon from the butcher.” 

“NO!” Wooly snaps. “Come Amanda please… we don’t need bacon!”

“Well… we need chicken too…”

“We don’t need meat!” 

“Wooly I’m not giving up bacon.” 

“Please please please I don’t wanna go in there! Can’t I just stay outside?” 

“And make me go in there all alone? Me? Your partner in crime? Your best friend?” Amanda gives him the puppy dog eyes. 

“You’re the one who can’t give up bacon.” Wooly scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

“We’re going in there. Can you tell us where I can find the butcher?” Amanda asks. The butcher’s shop disappears. “Wooly. Put it back. Now.” 

“Fiiiiine.” Wooly groans. “Amanda, you're really brave. If it were just me here I would’ve given up on meat entirely.” The butcher’s shop reappears and Riley selects it. 

“Well good thing I’m here then huh?” Amanda points out, then her voice gets super-serious, “I want to be in and out of here as quickly as possible. I know you like to answer wrong on purpose to be funny but this time if you say anything wrong I. Will. END. You.” 

“Amanda…” 

“Let’s practice. I’m going to say: ‘Can you tell the meatman what we need?’ you’re going to say bacon. Ready? ‘Can you tell the meatman what we need?” Amanda prompts. Riley types in Wooly. 

“OH PEACHES NO! DON’T YOU DARE SAY THAT! SAY ANYTHING BUT THAT!” Wooly pleads. “I’D END YOU.” 

“Okay got the sillies out? Let’s try again. ‘Can you tell the meatman what we need?” Amanda prompts. Bacon. “Good. Then I’ll say, ‘Do we need anything else?’ and you’ll say chicken. Ready? ‘Do we need anything else?” Chicken. Riley types. “Great job! Now if you value your li- I mean- Our friendship you will say exactly that and nothing else.” 

“I don’t wanna go in there.” 

“Just don’t make eye contact and you’ll be fine.” 

“I’m closing my eyes…” Wooly says. Amanda and Wooly go to walk into the shop, Wooly walks into the wall. “Ow.” Amanda rolls her eyes, takes his hand and pulls him inside. 

“Hi meatman!” Amanda fake-smiles, “Can you tell the meatman what we need?” Bacon. “That’s right? Do we need anything else?” Chicken. “Great!” Amanda and Wooly stand there uncomfortably as the meatman pulls out what they need. Amanda looks more and more nervous by the second. Finally the meatman hands them their meat. “Thanks meatman.” Amanda smiles then immediately books it, “Oh phew. I am SO glad to be out there.” 

“Ama-Amanda, my hand hurts.” Wooly sputtered. Riley realizes that Amanda had been squeezing the life out of Wooly’s hand. 

“Oh I’m sorry.” Amanda replies quickly letting go. Wooly shakes it back into shape. Riley is surprised it isn’t broken. 

“Amanda… you really were scared… and you went in anyway… how did you do that?” 

“Honestly? I just don’t care anymore. If I’m going to have to live here I might as well LIVE here.” 

“You really have given up, huh?” 

“No. I will get out of this…” Amanda replies, she glances at Wooly and smiles. “We will get out of this.” Wooly nods and gives her a smile back. “Now let’s get the rest of the things on our list. Next we’ll need apples and peaches-” 

“But Amanda, you don’t like peaches…” Wooly points out then he gasps excitedly, flapping his hands, “WAIT DID YOU PUT THEM ON THE LIST FOR ME?”

“Don’t get used to it.” Amanda sighs, hiding a smile. 

“Can you tell us where the store is?” Wooly asks excitedly, jumping up and down. Riley clicks on the store. “Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!” 

“I thought you didn’t like grocery shopping?” Amanda teases.

“LET’S GOOOOO!” Wooly beams. Amanda smiles and rolls her eyes. Now they are in the store. 

“Can you tell us where the apples are?” Amanda asks. Riley clicks on the apples. 

“Now the peaches! Now the peaches!” Wooly chants. Riley clicks on the peaches. 

“Now where is the bread?” Amanda giggles. Riley clicks on the bread that is sitting on the back shelf. “Great, I think that’s all we need!” The tape takes them back outside. 

 “Yay! Good job shopping with us today! We got everything we need!” 

“Say Amanda, we did such a good job, I think we deserve a special treat.” “Wooly, don’t push your luck.” Amanda smirks. 

“Come on Amanda please?” “We gotta stick to the budget!” Amanda teases. “We got bills to pay!”

“We don’t even have jobs!” Wooly whines. 

“We gotta pay our taxes!” 

“Hameln doesn’t even pay their taxes.” 

“Pfft. Okay Wooly, okay. We can get a special treat.” 

“Yay!” 

“Can you tell us where the candy store is?” Amanda asks. Riley clicks on the candy store and they go inside. 

“Ooooh! Look at all the candy!” Wooly gasps. “It all looks so yummy! I don’t know what to choose! Haha! Look Amanda, this lollipop is as big as my face!”

“Grow up Wooly.” Amanda laughs. Wooly looks a little sad. “Fine, we’ll get the big lollipops.” His face lights up and they leave the store. Amanda is looking at her shopping list glumly while Wooly is trying to fit the giant lollipop in his mouth… somehow. 

“How do you even eat something so big?” he wonders. He breaks off a piece, sticks it in his mouth and sucks on it. 

“You lick it dummy.” Amanda explains. 

“Really? I always just put the whole thing in my mouth and bit it.” Wooly replies, looking up at her with a completely dead-serious look. Amanda decides not to comment on that. She watches as Wooly licks his lollipop, clearly enjoying it. She looks at her own and gives a weak smile. 

“I wish we could grow up for real.” she sighs. Wooly stops. 

“But… we will. Someday.” Wooly says thoughtfully. 

“Yeah… someday…” The Hameln jingle plays, signifying the tape’s end. Riley quickly solved the puzzle that went with it… and… finally, Riley had found the last two tapes hidden in this building. Now if I wanna get out of here alive I better book it. They thought, stuffing the tapes into their bag. They look at their phone again. They send a message: I have something I need to talk to you about… can I come over? No going back now… they think. They take one last look back at the building. They think about what Kate said. About not watching the tapes about how it was all hopeless. They thought about Amanda and Wooly… who felt completely abandoned in the world. How would Amanda feel if she’d known Kate had given up? I’m pretty sure she thinks Kate put me up to this… that’s part of why she trusts me… she trusts me. Both of them trust me. I’m sorry Kate… I have to do this. They need me. They think, then they leave the building behind.

Authors note: (probably should start labeling this part huh lol)

First off... the poll is almost over! Gee, I wonder what Riley's plan is? Looks like Wooly's going to be joining in on a lot more of Amanda's hijinks! RIP to his hand tho. Oof. A fun but bittersweet chapter for you all before the next two... hehe. (Seriously, now that I have a plan for these next two chapters I really hope that the losing poll options don't make a sudden comeback and win at the last second cuz that would be a pain after all the foreshadowing I've done).

Next tape

Riley walked downstairs, seeing a plethora of research about the cult surrounding Hameln. When Riley told Sophie about all of this, she told

[viperrot]

⇁high school sweethearts | leon kennedy | pt. 1

resident evil 4 remake leon s. kennedy x fem!band-student!reader high school au

there's a new guy in town, and he's pretty damn cute. too bad he hates your brother, though.

content contains: mild angst, enemies to lovers, tbh? mean leon, cliches, minor religious/christian themes, story is told in first person, reader is a bit shy and is an oboe and trumpet player!, leon and reader are in their juniour year, fictional town set around 1980!

3037 words

song rec: "kutsuro gish" by hiroshi takaki

pt. 2

what's this? the blossoming of a series? yes, yes it is! very self-indulgent. i love tropes like this so much. enjoy some mean leon content and a sweet enemies-to-lovers concept, little dove :]

Life in Everglade is... interesting, to say the least. Actually, it was extremely cliché here. Every Sunday and Wednesday, people would go to church, every Friday night was a football game, and the rest of the days were just busy nonsense. The people here rarely ever leave town, and people never really come in. It's been like this for years.

Until recently.

This fall, a handful of strangers tumbled into the little town of Everglade, proud home of the Everglade Ravens. Lucky for me, they even moved in across the street.

From my little window nook, I watch a dingy U-Haul pull up into the driveway across the street, and out comes four people. The first is a man that looks to be in his mid forties, dressed in khakis and a navy polo. Next is a little girl, who looks like a middle schooler. She's got a long skirt on and a flannel sweater, coloured with warm red and browns. After her is what I assume is an elder sister, but she doesn't look much older than the little one.. She's dressed in messy, paint-stained jeans, a black tank-top, and a pink windbreaker jacket to top it all off. She's the only brunette one out of the blonde family so far.

Then comes out the son.

Dragging himself out of the passenger seat was the most dashing boy I've ever seen. The smile he gives his sisters make my heart race—it honestly put Danny Zuko's smile to shame, and I love Grease! His blonde hair is parted to the side, hiding his eyes a bit. He's dressed up in blue jeans that grip around his thighs perfectly, a black t-shirt, and a navy-blue bomber jacket that had the sleeves rolled up to show off his forearms. From my spot at the window, I couldn't help but ogle. The mystery family all gathered around the front door of their new home to get a good look of the inside, and I couldn't help but keep my attention on the only son of the family. I noticed how their was no mother to be seen...

"Hey, thumper," a voice calls out from the door of my room. I tear my eyes away from the window to see my father, leaning against the frame of my door with his arms crossed. "He's been calling me thumper ever since I was little, seeing as how I stomp my foot when I laugh.

"Hey, pops! What's up?" I cock my head to the side questioningly.

"Mom's done with dinner. Meet ya downstairs, or are you gunna keep 'practicin''?" He smirks teasingly, looking at my unused oboe on the foot of my bed. I blush, rolling my eyes.

"I'll be down there... and I was practicing, thank you very much!" I huff. Dad just laughs at me and waves his hand, mumbling about how he'll see me at the dinner table. With that, I get up to collect myself. I take a quick look out the window one more time just to see if the boy next door was still outside, but the front door was shut tight.

I stumble down the stairs, my bunny slippers skidding down the steps as the smell of baked chicken filled my nostrils. Upon entering the dining room, I see my dad at the head of the table accompanied by my mom and my older brother, Damien, who sighs at the sight of me.

"Finally, you're here," Damien huffs. "Can you sit down now? I'm fuckin' hungry," he stretches his hand out to me so I can sit down and say grace with everyone. My dad throws a pen from his breast-pocket at my dumb brother, telling him to watch his language.

I sit at the other end across from Damien to avoid saying grace with him, holding hands instead with Mom and Dad with my head bowed down.

"Ahem... Bless us, O Lord, and these Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, through Christ our Lord. Amen," my mother says. Immediately after the prayer, Damien scarfs down the first piece of chicken he can get his hands on. I pick at some au gratin while my parents converse and scold Dami for being such a disgusting eater. I clear my throat to catch my parents' attention when they grow silent.

"So... uhm... There's new people across the street. Do you maybe... know about them?" I ask, giving my parents side glances. Mom shakes her head as a no, and before Dad can say anything, Damien coughs up a response.

"That punk Leon's the ace player from Greensmell's soccer team!" My older brother snorts, seemingly a bit angry.

So his name's Leon...

What Damien meant to say was Greenvale, which is a town over. They're probably Everglade High School's biggest rival in ever aspect—academics, sports, and even parties (apparently, I wouldn't know). The only thing I can confidently say they're bad at is marching. Their band is horrendous.

"Seriously?" I cringe at the information. "What are they doing here...?" I wonder under my breath.

"Probably got so embarrassed we beat 'em at state champ this year, the wimp probably got kicked out and thrown into Everglade!" Damien shouts with a mouthful of rice. I cringe at the sight, looking back down at my untouched au gratin.

"Cool, cool..." I mumble. "Uh... can I be excused? M'not really hungry," I ask Dad. He nods, going back to his food. Wordlessly, I take my plate to the kitchen to clean it up. As I wash dishes, I stare out the window blankly, eyes set on the house across the street. No one was out still.

I decide it's best to just go to bed after washing dishes, putting my oboe back in its case and setting it next to my backpack. I flop into my bed, part of me hoping to see this Leon guy again soon...

I hate gossip.

I can never tell if people are talking about me, the people around me, or to me. As I walk the halls of Everglade High School, oboe and trumpet cases held tight in my hands, I hear the little murmurs of the cliques of the school. Punks mumbling, girl's that try too hard to look like Sandra Dee whispering behind their palms, and some jocks laughing loudly about Leon.

Wait, Leon?

My converse-clad feet are walking through the hall faster now. As I bump past a bunch of students, I speed my way down to the lunch room, needing to see my friends as soon as possible. Luckily, one of them sticks out like a sore thumb today. Sporting a red blazer, blue flannel tennis skirt, and black socks, I see Samantha Grey in all her glory sitting on top of our usual table, talking to a few of our little group. I stomp up to her, the charms on my instrument cases clinking softly with each step.

"Sammy!" I whisper-yell. Her brown eyes immediately look over to my position in front of her, her black hair swaying.

"Hey, sweet pea~!" She coos happily, a big smile painting her face as she gets down from the tabletop to give me a hug. "Glad you aren't too late. Me 'n' the girls were just talkin' about the new hunk in town," she pinches my cheek before helping me set my cases down on the table. I sit next to her, getting settled.

"Hunk? What's this about?" I stare, acting like I didn't know who they were chittering about. Across from Sammy and me is Lucy Brail and Patti James, who I've known since diapers along with Samantha. Lucy is the first to speak up, clearly excited to talk about Leon.

"This stud just moved into town yesterday! Apparently, he's got two little sisters at the middle school, 'n all the boys here have been howlin' about how he probably got kicked outta the Greenvale soccer team after losing nationals this year!" She says with a grin that reaches her ears. My eyebrows knit together at the information that I had heard the night before.

"You call almost every meathead here a stud, Lucy," I chuckle. She gives me a weird look before scoffing.

"This one's different, sweet pea," Sammy jabs me in the side softly, and I yelp. "He's got this look in his eyes that just scream at me like he wants me!" She sighs dreamily.

"Are you sure it wasn't his pecs you were lookin' at?" I click my tongue. Another jab to the side, and it hurts a little more than the last. I roll my eyes.

"Whatever, I'm sure he's just like the oth-"

"Oh! Oh!! There he is, sweet pea, look!" Sammy grabs me by the jaw to turn my sights to the new guy.

There he is...

Across the lunch hall is Leon, dressed all pretty in a forest green letterman jacket with his initials on the right bicep. There's a few patches from some bands he likes and a big ole "11" on the back of it with "Greenvale" above it. He's still in tight jeans, but they're black this time, as well as his t-shirt beneath the well-worn coat.

"He's got some nerve wearin' that here," Patti mutters. We all hum in agreement as we watch him saunter over to the lunch line to get a carton of strawberry milk.

"Ain't he just a dream~?" Sammy breathes out. Lucy's got this blush that could be seen from Mars, and I swear that Patti's mouth is gunna get dry with how much she's drooling. My gaze is trained on the back of Leon's head, looking at how well-trimmed his hair is.

"He's... he is pretty cute," I mumble, jaw hurting a bit with how tight my best friend was gripping onto it. I hear her giggle.

"Don't get sweet on him now, thumper!" She reminds me, using that silly nickname. “God knows your brother would tear you a new one if he found out you wanted to get a piece of Leon Scott Kennedy," she lets go of my jaw, and I roll my eyes.

"M'not sweet on anyone, Sam," I grumble. Lucy giggles, twirling a strand of her blonde curls in her fingers.

"Isn't he right next to your house, (y/n)?" She asks me. I nod.

"Yeah, actually... How did you know?"

"Oh, sweet pea?! Please, please, please tell me you gotta good view of him from your room! If so, I'm comin' over every weekend!!!" Samantha begs, shaking me by the shoulder.

"H-hey, quit it! I dunno if he's gunna be upstairs or not, and that's c-creepy!" I gasp as she shook me. Lucy and Patti laugh as I get thrashed around. From the corner of my eye, I see Leon get closer. He's got a mean look in his eyes, like he's ready to bite someone if they get near him.

I guess he's trying to protect his peace...

The girls grow silent as he walks past our table, not showing any mind to how noisy we are. They all watch Leon like dogs to a bone when he scoots past us, tossing his milk carton in the air like he hasn't a single worry in the world. When he's gone, it's like we can all breathe again.

"Oh lord, he even smells good," Patti fans herself, a blush covering up her little freckles. Sammy grins in agreement, clearly happy that she got to see the new guy so close. I stick my tongue out in disgust.

“You guys are so gross…”

“Everyone, please welcome our new student,” Mrs. Bradshaw, the advanced chemistry teacher here at Everglade High, drones, motioning her hand to Leon near the back of the class.

And also next to me.

The blonde boy stands up, puffing up his chest a little.

“Name’s Leon Kennedy. Nice to meet you,” he says curtly before sitting right back down. Everyone’s giving him looks ranging from “I wanna rip his throat out” to “I want to kiss him behind the bleachers”, and it’s clear that he doesn’t care about it either. Mrs. Bradshaw clears her throat to stop annoying students from whispering.

“Now, let’s get started on our calorimetry unit. To begin…” The old hag’s words begin to go process in my brain as I get to writing notes. At times, I look at Leon from the corner of my eyes.

He’s writing on a piece of paper instead of a notebook, his blue ballpoint pen scraping against the surface as he messily jots down his notes. I’m pleasantly surprised to see that he actually cares about his education! I can see Leon’s tongue poking out between his plump lips, and I can’t help but stare a little. He doesn’t seem to notice me, until he looks up to check the blackboard up front.

Leon’s blue eyes set their sights on me, locking with mine. Quickly, I avert my gaze back to my notebook, trying my best to act like I was still writing notes. I hear him laugh a little next to me, but I make no effort to speak up.

When the class ends, and the bell for the next period rings, I gather my things to head off to the band room. Backpack slugged over my shoulders, I’m getting ready to pick up my trumpet and oboe case before someone else grabs of for me. Big, veiny hands take the cases by the leather handle, lifting it before my eyes. I look up to see Leon with a devilish smile.

“Caught you staring at me. Mind if I walk with you?” He says confidently. I’m a bit taken aback by his attitude, but I nod nonetheless. I’ve never really had a boy offer to walk me to class other than Damien…

“I can hold my-“

“Nah, don’t worry bout it. I carry my sister’s euphonium all the time,” he chuckles, his shoulders shaking a little as he does. I blush, not expecting him to even know what a euphonium is. So, he’s cute AND he knows the difference between a tuba and a euphonium..

“Are you sure? I-I mean, I don’t want it to be a hass-“

“Don’t worrrrryy,” he exaggerates. “Where are you headed? This is my study hall period, so I got time,” he grins.

“Uh… the band room. A-and thanks,” I tell him, nervously fiddling with my fingers. We walk out of the science lab together, me trailing slightly behind him as we walk.

“So, I’m guessing you and your little posse this morning was talking about me?” He asks, and I feel the blood rush up to my face.

Samantha and her big ole mouth…!

“Y-yeah…” I stammer, unsure of what to say. “Sorry about that… It’s just… we never really have any newcomers here, so the girls were just excited,” I bite my lip. I can feel the stares of people around us in the halls. Whether it’s out of jealousy towards me or hate for him, I’ve no clue.

“I see,” Leon hums. “It was kinda funny, so don’t apologize.” He says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. His fingers are gripping the handle of my cases tight enough to make his veins bulge a little, and I can’t help but stare. After our small talk, it’s quiet, and when we make it to the band room, we stop next to the door so he can give me back my things. As Leon hands over my instruments, footsteps thunder toward our position.

“You know, I thought it was just some sick joke hearing about my lil sister hangin’ around you, but I see that the rumours are true,” Damien growls, walking towards Leon and me slowly with his hands in the pockets of his black letterman. The blonde boy in front of me is still holding my oboe case as he looks at my older brother with an unamused stare.

“Well, had I known she was related to you, I would have never offered to carry her junk,” the ace smiled. I felt my heart drop at his words.

And then it felt like the world came crashing down on me.

Like it was fire, Leon let go of my oboe case, and it clatters against the floor. He’s staring my brother dead in the eyes as he does so, and I can feel tears swell in my eyes. I watch as my reeds, feather, and parts of the oboe pop out of the hard case, scraping against the floors of the hall.

“N-no!!” I yelp, unable to hold back my tears as I drop to my knees to gather the parts. A key or two had bent, and a few corks were damaged. I hear Damien shout at Leon, slamming his body into a locker. I don’t understand what they’re yelling about, too busy trying to pick up the bits of my instrument. More voices erupt, and I assume they’re people trying to pull my brother off of Leon Kenne-dick. My feather gets swept away amidst the commotion. When everything but that is successfully stuffed back into my case, I snap my head around to glare at the ace soccer player behind glossy eyes.

“You’re fuckin’ paying for this, you piece of shit!” Damien screams, thrashing against some teachers who dragged him away from the scene. Leon’s being escorted away as well, not giving me a chance to say anything. I’m left alone in the hall with my broken oboe before Samantha scurries out.

“Sweet pea! We heard all the ruckus, but Mr. Kay said it wasn’t safe for us to be out, and—oh, sugar…” she gasps lightly, crouching down next to me. The ravenette looks down at my open case, seeing the broken and bent keys and chipped corks. “Who did this…?” She asked me gently, setting her chin on my shoulder.

“Leon…” I hiccup, tears falling. The silence is heavy when I tell her this, and I know that Sammy can only see red. Without a word, she wipes my tears with her thumb before helping me into the band room.

I’m starting to regret wanting to see him again.

woohoo! chapitre un, fini :] i know it’s a bit lacking, but it’s just the beginning. hope you enjoyed! pt. 2 here!

[glittering-darmallon]

Rook Literary Device Asks

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Thank you @larknnightingale, @booksncatsworld, @teamtakagi, @a-mumbling-nerd, and @virenasalin for the asks

Allegory: What does Rook dream about?

Luca: His ADHD brain comes up with some WEIRD dreams(again another self-projection on my part here0. Let's see, there was the time he dreamed he was invited to speak in front of the Magisterium, but the chamber was invaded by wisps. The wisps didn't do anything but they did insist on negotiating.

Another time when he was home on holiday as a teenager, he dreamed he found his feet glued to the floor, but the most delicious looking cake was right there on the table….just out of arms' reach.  He will forever be mad that Vitus woke him up before he could problem solve to get that cake.

Luca to Davrin: I had a dream about you last night. Davrin, intrigued with a flirty smirk: "Oh yeah what about? Did I look good?" Luca: Well….you got stronger and all the buttons popped off your shirt. You looked real good there. But then you grew feathers and turned into a griffon. It was…you looked like a griffon and yet I could still tell it was you. It was weird. Davrin: Your brain comes up with some very specific and endearingly odd things. Don't change.

Canelo: If he sleeps at all, and manages to dream they are almost always nightmares which will be answered in the next question. The last time he had a happy dream that he can remember he was 18 and Zenzera and Zafferano were still alive. All the dream entailed was him being able to save enough money to quit s*x work and get them a small cabin outside Treviso and he was able to support his family by hunting and setting up a market stall to sell his surplus catch

Valrys: If they could dream…skeleton rave, no doubt. Skeletons would be wearing shutter shades, glow sticks, the necropolis would be a banging party.

Or being surrounded by cute baby animals they could pet

Valo-Asaara: The most innocent dreams most of the time. Dreams of a nice day at the beach, playing with dogs, doing things with his friends.

He has layers, but he is not complex. What you see is what you get and it is the same in his dreams

Repetition: What are Rook’s nightmares? Did/does this change with age?

Luca: Birds. All his nightmares ever either involve birds (He has been terrified of the things since he was small and a neighbor's chickens attacked him) or being given away by his family- This one has not happened since he was a kid. As an adult, he has overcome this fear of abandonment, even though his relationship with his mother rattles the chains on that box he puts the fear in. However, he routinely has this one nightmare where everyone actually does hate him instead of his RSD as a result of his ADHD just saying they do.

Canelo: Most of his dreams are nightmares. And it's generally the same two over and over.

Reliving his SA before joining the Crows or seeing Zaffa's limp and lifeless hand fall off the stretcher and out from under the sheet that had been draped over him, his hand just dangling back and forth taunting him- from there his mind spirals and makes up events to fill in the blanks and it is always heart-rending.

He wakes up crying and sweating every time

Valrys: If they could have nightmares it would be of something bad happening to their chosen family, a great evil attacking the Grand Necropolis, though they imagine they would also have a night mare of Ghili'nain actually killing Lace instead of just wrapping her up in that creepy tentacle.

Valo-Asaara: For as happy as he is, he does have the occasional nightmare about losing his parents, or how he imagined they died. He doesn't know much about avalanches, but he assumes they got bludgeoned by debris (instead of the more likely suffocating under snow that is too packed in for them to crawl free). He also has a fairly frequent recurring dream where those he cares about realize his lack of smarts is more trouble than he's worth. Big fear of inadequacy here.

Omniscient: Are there any secrets Rook is hiding? From others? From themselves?

Luca: Yes, I know it seems counterintuitive but his vanity stems from low self-esteem, which is a result from vastly different levels of parental affection. His mother, a soporatus in a family full of mages was treated terribly(physical and emotional abuse), and grew up insecure. In an inverse of that, Luca is the only mage in a family of Soporati (all Charon's family are soporati) and she keeps her contact with her family light (their social position helped Charon get a chance at higher military ranks. She knows her family [Charon and the three kids] quality of life depends on her maintaining this affiliation). Though it wasn't her intention, she passed that insecurity onto Luca through her words and treatment of him (nothing like what her family did to her physically)

So with that context, Luca has tried his whole life since his magic manifested to gain her love and acceptance, and he feels no matter what he does it is doomed to fail.  He doesn't really like himself, but he wakes up each morning and tells himself, "Everyone does NOT hate you," and continues to keep making a difference as best he can. But he is embarrassed by this insecurity so he keeps it to himself. Davrin and Neve have caught on though.

Valrys: They are envious that Lace got magic from touching that dagger, when they are also a Dwarf and nothing happened to them when they first touched it. They have wanted magic all their life. Yes, they love and support Lace through learning about her new magic, but they just really wish they'd been gifted some too.

Valo-Asaara: I think Valo is very bad at keeping secrets. It's too complicated, so the only secret he'd be keeping would be that he truly thinks Viago hates him but is too afraid to ask. So,  he just keeps it to himself every time he sees him.

Canelo: He is a whole vault of secrets. In time he tells a lot of them to the Veilguard. That he lived on the streets for a while, that he raised his siblings from the time they were two and he was 15, that they were all orphans, that they are now dead, that he was recruited to the Crows because he unknowingly killed Viago's target in self-defense, that he used to be a prostitute. He tells all secrets but one.

When he explained that he got his scar in that fight where he killed the guy, he just says it was a fight and that he killed the guy with garden tools that were nearby. He keeps the fact it wasn't just a fight, but a sexual assault as well that resulted in Canelo going ham on the guy. Only Viago knows the truth of this, and that is because he happened upon the scene as it was happening, but wasn't able to get close enough to help before Canelo killed the Noble himself. Viago was there for the aftermath and kept pressure on Canelo's chest and neck so he couldn't bleed out while he called for the Crow that had been following as guard for Viago (at his insistence) to get help.

Canelo may eventually tell Lucanis this. Or he may take it to his grave. He hasn't decided yet

Archetype: Describe what another character might notice about your Rook physically.

Luca: That is he is BIG for a human. I've said before, he's the height of some Qunari, and though a mage he is broad. It's the main reason he focused in battle magic. His size is literally the first thing people notice about him

See look. Davrin has muscle. He's tall for an elf, and Luca just looks soooo much bigger than him

Valrys: That they are really talented at makeup. No matter what gender they are presenting, their eye makeup is always on point. As seen below

Valo-Asaara:  If they can get past the fact he's a giant, it's his eyes. They are so pale grey they almost colorless. He gets a lot of compliments on them.

Canelo: Depends on what part of him they see first. If they don't notice the hair, and he's wearing his Tiddies out for Thedas Armor (The Invitation), they notice the scar. If he's wearing something else, it's the jaw so sharp it could cut glass. And if they don't notice that, it's likely that what they thought were blue eyes were actually blue with brown centers

Since I've talked a lot about his hair and the scar, here's more on his eyes

Onomatopoeia: Describe how Rook speaks.

Valo-Asaara: Has no inside voice. Man is a golden retriever in person form. He's full of energy and that transfers into his voice which is booming. Okay, he does have an inside voice, it's just louder than most peoples. He has an odd Antivan accent mixed with a little bit of a Seheron one from when he lived there and the Par Vollen one of his parents. It confuses people when they first meet them.

Valrys:  They're eloquent  and very good with words. If a voice could sound diplomatic, that would be what they have. Their  accent, I think the Grand Necropolis is so insular, that it might have its own dialect of Nevarran and its own accent. Since they were raised in the place that is the accent they have. But also when they want to get the point across succinctly, they suddenly start speaking VORGOTH.

Luca: It's a deeper voice, but not too deep. And I think, given that he's from Ventus/Qarinus, he might have a similar accent to Dorian's father (I like to pretend, Dorian purposely lost his own Ventus accent in order to further distance himself from his parents). He speaks like he's received an lengthy education, but not to the point of being pretentious. He's just choosy with his words. But there is also a lilt to his voice as well. He relies a lot on charm.

Canelo: Ever heard of the trope "Vocal Dissonance"? Ever watch the Dragon Prince and hear Aaravos speak? That  face with that voice? Yeah Canelo has that super deep voice going on but with a thick Antivan accent with a very pretty face. His voice VERY much does not match his face. Lucanis likes to describe it as dark honey stirred into black coffee.

[matenrou-fan]

Hii again, Anya!!!

I just can't tell how your writings are so amazing and always cheer me up!!

So.. I'll request for the third time!

Can I have a fic (or hc if it's too hard) for Samatoki when his fem!s/o works on the police and wants to catch Samatoki and the rest of the yakuza members.

But instead, they fell in love and started to date, how their relationship would be?

I REALLY LOVE ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS AND I THINK THAT'S SO COOL TO WRITE!!

Samatoki with policewoman! s/o

Ahh hii hiii! Ahh I just recently found out you're also a writer and I LOVE your aesthetic so much!!!?? :0 Also.. I really wanted to do a fic yet ended up with hc, and I hope it's okay!! Enjoy!! <3

femreader, teasing, mention of fights, hurt/comfort, some angst??;;

-If you're working in the police then I'm sure you'll meet with Jyuto at least a few times. And he's probably the one who would give you more information about Samatoki.

-Cause reports that he brings to superiors do not contain even half of all things that actually happened. Then why does he decide to tell you more? Well, maybe because your passion in work reminds him of his youth, hopefully ages too. And also he just wants to annoy his teammate a little.

-Jyuto has this sixth sense that there would be something interesting. But neither he nor Samatoki thought how it actually would end up.

-As it seems you decided to hit this case hard, actually using all the info you have now, making new assumptions and even tailing Yakuza members to find more things. For you, it was almost a sacred mission, to destroy this dark side of society, and the fact that the second-in-command guy, Samatoki, in close communication with a policeman, makes him your main target.

-And in the beginning he was absolutely annoyed, as he already had enough business and problems. But at the same time small interest tickles in his chest - Samatoki gets used to the police not really bothering him, and now there was you, stalking him and his people, and acting almost pious with your wishes to purify the world from the Yakuza.

-So he totally would try to see if you actually have guts or not. You're not the only one who can be seeker, after all, and soon Samatoki would catch you right during your other mission, waiting in some dark alley:

"Oh, so that's how my hunter looks?" - his teasing tone makes you turn back just to almost bump into his chest. - "You're cuter up close, and much weaker than in your photos in the dossier.."

"Can say the same about you.." - you mumble with furrowed brows..Just when he has time to get so close?! Yet these jokes and fraternization makes you angrier. - "But without the cute part. Now, when I see you so close, there's no way I wouldn't be able to incarcerate this smug face in just a few weeks."

"You're pretty bold for some cop, don't you think?" - maybe if you were a man, Samatoki would just go straight to the fight, to scare you away. But one of his credos was to never raise a hand on a woman, so he just thought to use some threading words. - "Continue like that and we will see just where it will lead you to.."

"To your grave, that's where." - with an annoyed scoff you get closer, already have a plan of how and where to hit to knock him out as a proper lesson. Yet for Samatoki it was not the first time to have a little brawl with a policeman so he knows pretty well just what submission moves they teach you all to. And for him, repelling your attack was pretty easy.. but no less amusing.

"Oh, what a sharp tongue we have here, huh.." - pinning you to a wall, Samatoki can't help but smirk, kinda enjoying your angry face with knitted brows and such evil eyes. Fire in your glare didn't burn him, but definitely lit up the interest in the pit of his stomach. - "Curses, like chickens, come home to roost.. So you better watch your mouth, dear."

-After such a meeting he definitely would start to look at this situation from another angle. Well, this passion in your eyes tells him that there's no financial benefit in your actions, and you don't plan to use him to get higher in class. Your goal was sincere and despite it being literally about destroying him and his Yakuza family, Samatoki appreciated this hard work.

-But it doesn't mean he wouldn't turn it all into a tease. Oh, for you it's a really serious question? But for him it's just a cat and mouse game and sometimes it's hard to tell where your role is.

-Would prefer to handle this on his own, without involving his people. Cause he knew they would be harsher than he, seeing only a target in front of them. And the same thing about your side, you would definitely be more glad to see your main prey, aren't you? Samatoki is willing to surprise you with his appearance more often then, and it always ends up with some kind of fight with his banter and your angry words.

-"Don't you think you're being a little bit harsh? I thought we're more than some Yakuza and a policewoman now.." - he cooed when you led him to a dead end. Or it's him who's bringing you here..?

"Of course there's something more! We're mortal enemies!" - you sigh tiredly and then almost with fright notice that your mouth corners smiled. Did you really start enjoying this mockery?

"So that's how you see our relationship? Glad to know I got so deep in your small pretty heart that you would remember me until death.." - Samatoki can't help but give you another tease, watching how your expression changes to an surpassed, and then to an angry one.

-The way he never ever tries to choose his words more wisely makes your insides tremble, but you start to question yourself. Is it still hate and annoyance or it tickles in some other manner now?

-And around the same time Samatoki started to wonder why he keeps being so playful with you. He definitely never would take this seriously, as he doesn't believe a single person, maybe with a sincere heart but absolutely alone in this corrupted police would be able to depose a whole Yakuza family.. Yet stop paying attention or throw you to his people was not really a way he would like to choose too.. Why does he keep thinking about this situation more and more, if there is definitely zero danger..? Or is it because he thought about you, not the problems you try to cause?

-So, if for you being close to some outlaw was absolutely forbidden, for Samatoki turning this all into some affair wasn't that bad. After all, he already has one cop as his friend, so he definitely doesn't see any problem trying something more.

-Also, he just doesn't want you to end up being as all these cowardly sneaky cops, corrupted by this cruel world. Well, maybe in that case he shouldn't try to win you over and actually make you a corrupted cop, just in another way, but Samatoki feels like near him you would be able to save this fresh passion for longer.

-So slowly, he would add more flirty teases in his casual talk with you. And you probably didn't notice at first, as he even acted so cocky around you.

-In your vision, he clearly tells you that he didn't see either you or your goal as something worthy, and you were sure it's another way to kill some boredom for him. Then why did your heart start beating faster every time he got closer, like you were waiting for a new verbal sparring that titillated you so much? And why do you actually remember every one of his teases for a long time, thinking about why they suddenly start to sound much softer?

-Still, I feel like the one who would push your prickly relationship into another way would be actually Samatoki.

-"Oh, so my birdie is already here, trying to catch me again?" - with a little smirk he gets closer to your sitting on a bench figure. But you just brush him off, annoyed:

"Go away with you and your stupid jokes. I'm not in the mood to listen to your mockery again. Consider yourself lucky today.."

Samatoki furrowed his brows. There's never been such a response from you before, and your surprisingly empty and sad face tells him there's something more than your usual annoyance with his games. He sit closer, smoking, dropping his voice to a more soft and low tone:

"Is there actually a thing that can make you forget about your main goal, when you have such a good opportunity?" - if he would say it in his casual way, you would just consider it as a mother tease, but right now there was genuine worry that made you look up at him.

"Like if I ever would say this to some lowlife! You're a Yakuza, not my partner.." - you mumble, looking away.

"Huh? So all the time you had a partner? I always see you all alone on cases and everything.." - his words struck a right nerve.

Yes, you have. And just why every other cop here don't want to do their job?! When you just started working in the police, you were full of new ideas and hopes, and saw your co-worker as someone cool, as your role model. And you forgave them a lot - the way they loved to skip their jobs sometimes or never really helped you to catch Samatoki.. So finally, you grow tired. You start to feel so alone in this place and the fact that exactly at this time you meet your mortal enemy was both soothing and frustrating. Maybe you can open up to him, if there is no other help? His face right now was so caring and soft, and even if it's just a trap, you're ready to fall.

"Huh. And I wondered why you were doing it all alone, when you're still kinda low in rank.. Jyuto loves to work all by himself around these pigs, so think about it in a positive way - at least you didn't get dirty with their mire." - Samatoki sighs after you tell him the whole problem.

"Don't compare me to him! I'm not some corrupt cop like Jyuto-san, who's friends with you! Don't think I showed you my weakness today!"

"..you call him a corrupt cop yet still address like "san" to him, don't you? That's mean you're still respect him." - he can't help but giggle.

"Well, he's better than others.." - your brows twitch again when your minds get back to your dark thoughts. - "At least better than my partner."

Despite not really loving policemen and people at all, he always feels some kind of pity for such stories. And is it because he feels more sensitive today or your bad mood actually makes him worry more than other people's problems?

"Just leave this jerk. Even if you can't tell your boss or something, that doesn't mean you should shoulder all responsibility for your both.." - Suddenly, Samatoki gets closer and pat your head. - "You would just burn out. And I want to play with you a little bit more."

For a moment your gazes meet, and you turn your head back, not able to control blush on your cheeks.

"You're an idiot! Did you have to ruin everything with your last sentence?!" - even your voice came up weaker than you planned, and the low laugh behind you didn't help to soothe your fast beating heart.

"Sorry, sorry, but it's really what I'm thinking about you!" - his hand touches your shoulder so you would turn to him back. - "Or maybe not? Maybe you're more than a game for me?"

A kiss. Unexpected, for both of you, yet this is what makes it more pleasant and titillating.

"Uh.. Y-you're really an idiot.. You just love to lure cops in your arms, huh?"

"I promise that you'll be my last catch.."

-After that.. Well, you definitely would need some time to rethink your position. But there's no way you would actually just leave Samatoki now, as only now you realize that all this burn he evoked in your soul was a burn of love, not hate.

-For a job, and co-workers around you, it seems like you're still just trying to catch Yakuza and his team. But all of them have no idea that in these dark alleys you both were not fighting but melting in each other arms, kissing and hugging. Well, but you still were fighting, actually! But for dominance and with your tongues in your mouths.

-Well, but if someone actually would find out about your relationship, do you really think they would have enough guts to take advantage of this info? Some policemen already tried to debate Jyuto for his connection with Samatoki, and all they got is a good lesson to not poke their noses into other people's business.

-And with you, his girlfriend, not just a friend, Samatoki would be more protective, not letting any cops even try to embarrass you in front of your superiors. Or this time even worse fate awaits for them.

-But still, even now, when you're in a more intimate relationship, his teases don't fade away, but just take another angle. Because Samatoki still loves to see your furrowed brows and flashing red cheeks, and when you talk back with some light angry tone, it uplifts his mood.

-Maybe you're lovers now, but this tickling burn between you both is not gone, but spice up your relationship now. Because this cat and mouse game is still so alluring and interesting..

[jjuzoir]

Dating Suna Rintarou HCS

Word Count: 1388

A/N: i’m sick of the suna slander 😔 i wanted some soft sunrin hc’s because it’s always drug lord rin this or toxic suna that :’) i’m too soft for that i need me some 17 y/o meme nerd who’s socially awkward and still asks himself how he got a s/o. if no one else will i will 👺

- He may be good at reading volleyball moves but he’s definitely a little dense when it comes to emotions.

- He doesn’t really talk much about them with you, it’s not that he doesn’t feel anything - he just struggles expressing himself properly with words, so in turn he tends to express himself with actions.

- He’ll struggle a lot at the beginning, afraid to upset you or overstep some boundaries that haven’t been explained, but with time he’ll grow comfortable telling you things as they are.

- The type to walk over to you when he sees you’re not feeling too good and wrap his arms around you, he doesn’t say much as you slowly return the hug and sob. He won’t say anything, he’d let you pour it out now and later have a talk with you.

- He’d have a few snacks you like on his bag too just in case you get hungry or whatever, he says they’re for him but you know he doesn’t like that brand of chips but you do.

- Once you’re done, he takes your hand and leads you to a more private area and encourages you to talk. He may not be able to solve the issue but sometimes talking about how you feel… makes things better, even if it’s just slightly.

- He’s the type to remember anything you tell him even in passing, mention something like your parent’s birthday or an appointment and he’ll just store the information in his brain and spit it out at random times.

- That includes things such as food orders and allergies, what you like and don’t, the things that make you uncomfortable or that make you feel icky; he could write a book on you. Just text him over for some food and he’ll know what to order you even if it’s a place you’ve never been to together.

- He really likes having pictures and videos of you on his camera roll, he'll have super cute pictures of you on a date one moment and then a video of you falling on your ass after you went to pick up a pencil.

- Once you start being more serious about your relationship, he’ll dedicate every game and point he scores to you. If you’re there he’ll look over to your seat and nod, his eyes naturally gravitate towards yours, he’ll always smile at you whenever he scores a point.

- Won’t say it at first but he loves it when you wear his jacket, seeing you in the stands cheering for him with the rest of his classmates pumps him up. After he notices he does better when you do, he’d probably get an extra one for you with his number on it (when Atsumu heard him asking Kita for it he broke lung laughing).

- He hesitated a lot before asking you out, he’s the type of guy to watch over his crush for a while. Not in the creepy way more in the “wow this person is so cool I want to approach them but I’m too embarrassed”-way.

- He loves it when you wear his clothes, especially his hoodies. He isn’t subtle about it at all either, Suna will straight up throw you the hoodie and be like “wow it’s so cute you’re so cute too imagine you wearing that how cute that’d be lmao” while his ears are blushing red.

- Finds everything you do cute, you could be walking towards him in the corridor and he’d be blushing and smiling to himself. Atsumu and Osamu tease the fuck out of him once you’re gone.

- Will send you random posts that remind him of you, they can go from cute pictures of cats snuggling to a deep fried image of a chicken nugget.

- “Heh, look… it’s you.” He showed you a picture, he was lying down on your lap - his hair messy from deep sleep - with his cheeks squished in your thighs.

- “Babe that’s Patrick star.” You look at the screen in confusion and continue playing with your boyfriend’s hair, slightly concerned for his well being.

- “Same energy though.” He mumbles after saving the post, he’d make it your contact picture later.

- He loves falling asleep on your lap, it’s annoying. You know once he lays his head on your thighs he’s not moving until the next hour or so. Kind of like a cat in that regard because Suna will find the worst time to cuddle you like that and he’d refuse to leave unless you move, which you normally don’t because when you do he looks extremely betrayed much to your dismay.

- He’s so soft for you, you wouldn’t realize it unless you heard him ramble about how cute you are in the dressing room but oh my god is he ready to move the world around for you.

- When he messes around during practice, Aran will threaten to call you and it’s so embarrassing. Rintarou was so sure he wouldn’t, like that’s so petty you’re actually going to call my S/O? And then Aran did it and he had not only Aran and Kita scolding him (and the Miya twins) but you were there too looking so disappointed in him. He rarely gets out of line afterwards, the face you gave him haunts him in his dreams sometimes.

- You’re his home screen! It’s not even a cute picture of you, it’s probably one he took of you while you slept in class - you’re drooling and your uniform is all messed up - and he’s just standing there holding a peace sign up and white-boy-smiling.

- He has you saved under “Suna [Name]” and he got made fun of, he swears it was a joke but when he goes to call you his cheeks get all pretty and pink.

- He doesn’t say much, his love language is more of a “whenever you need me I’ll be there”. If there’s someone who you can count on to listen to your problems and help you it’s probably Rin. He jokes around and all but when it comes to you he’s surprisingly serious.

- He’ll also let you play with his hair. His favorite is when you put butterfly clips on them and make two uneven ponytails on the side of his head, he said he was Shrek and you were his Lord Farquaad (you asked him if you saw the same movie afterwards).

- When he’s really bored, he’ll edit pictures of you into memes and send them to you at 4AM.

- Sometimes when you cuddle, you can hear him mumble about how much he loves you and whenever you bring it up he gets so mad and shy and says he was probably thinking about chicken wings or Dolly Parton.

- He sees you as his best friend and s/o, he really values the input you have but that doesn’t mean he won’t tease the fuck out of you. He’s soft but he will absolutely obliterate you, he loves joking around with you and saying the dumbest shit for fun and seeing you go blank as you hear him talk about fucking Mort from Madagascar being a evil universe colonizer.

- His favorite dates with you would be the ones where you go somewhere very pretty and try taking the ugliest pictures of each other, it always ends up with you two laughing loudly as you show each other what you took.

- Rin can play the piano and he sometimes will serenade you, it can either be a very emotional song or Megalovania.

- Sometimes, Atsumu and Osamu will ruin your dates by bumping into you guys and not leaving either of you alone. It’s embarrassing because they will not stop teasing the two of you for being in love and shit, you always end up blushing when they start talking about how much Rin loves you and how he talks about you during practice.

- Overall, Sunrin is surprisingly a soft, caring boyfriend who’s way too whipped for his well-being and is absolutely getting bullied by the team because of it.

[shoichee]

Hello! Can I perhaps ask for no. 28. “Make me” from your prompt list for my beloved Imayoshi? It's so nice seeing him here on your theme and avatar and that pERFECT url, it feels like I finally found my people.

HELLO HELLO, and YES I WAS SO SURPRISED THAT NO ONE TOOK THIS URL... considering that it was just an alternative spelling of shoichi and its a rlly short handle too mwehe // im sort of a particular person when it comes to how something looks, whether itd be outfits, drawings, coloring, and the UI of a blog, u name it.... i may have spent hours trying to have the perfect colors for this theme PLEASEEEE, but without further ado here is our man, our little shit, Imayoshi

@knb-kreations howdy! another new work posted here!

Imayoshi x Reader

28. “Make me”

Word Count: 2331

prompt list here

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Imayoshi doesn’t exactly know how he feels about you.

Scratch that, he does know. He’s quite amused at the shenanigans you pull on others around you, and a lot of times, you actually elicit a few dry laughs out of the guy. Other times though, he’d wish that you would just shut the fuck up, especially when all he hears amidst his studying was your loud “whispering” and “hushed” jokes. How you were always nearby no matter where he is was still a mystery that he casually ponders about from time to time. Perhaps your natural tendency to project your voice creates the illusion that you were near when you really weren’t?

No matter, such trivial thoughts can’t occupy his mind when college entrance exams loom closer. Then again, they weren’t particularly difficult; they were simply a hassle to secure near-perfect scores, especially when his chances of admittance rely critically on how well he does.

“That’s an awful drawing of a samurai,” Susa comments, snapping Imayoshi out of idle thought.

“Ho? Is it really terrible if you were able to tell what it is?” Imayoshi chuckles. “The point of a drawing is to convey the right idea or emotion. It seems that my drawing skills hit a bulls-eye with this sketch, no?” He playfully spins his pencil around, patiently waiting for his reply to goad him.

All Susa does in response is to roll his eyes before he turns his full attention back to his notes. He knows better than to try a comeback against Imayoshi, who can easily make it backfire against the person with a pleasant close-eyed smile. Imayoshi, seeing Susa’s nonverbal resign from engaging further banter, also looks down back to his book of scribbled notes and chicken-scratch drawings before he exhales an inaudible sigh.

School just doesn’t cut out to be mentally stimulating for him. It’s a little too repetitive and mundane for his taste.

“Argh!! Oh no!” your voice rang out, despite your poor attempt to be reasonably quiet. “I forgot applications for the Coca-Cola scholarship are due today!”

Coca-Cola… what?

Everyone looks up to warily eye you, and your few friends, who are currently rushing to pull you down and slap their hands over your mouth to mute you, were panicking at the new attention you managed to garner. Even still, your mind seems more fixated on whatever was on the laptop’s screen, rather than what they were doing to you.

Imayoshi can’t help but stifle his audible mirth from how you manage to change the mood of the entire library within seconds.

“How do you even forget something as important as a huge scholarship like that?” Susa says in dismay. “Makes me kind of wonder how (l/n) would handle life after graduation, to be honest.”

“Well,” Imayoshi begins. “I wouldn’t worry too much. It’s best not to underestimate (l/n)-san. Surely we’ve learned our lesson with Seirin?” He toys with the pencil grip before he sporadically draws some lines loosely resembling another sketch.

“Drawing again?” Susa raises a brow. “Have you even been studying?”

“Well,” he replies. “There’s still plenty of time before exams—months to be exact. Could you even study with the current distractions in here?” At his own words, he nudges his chin in your direction.

“It’s not just any exams though, it’s—”

“Whether they have more importance or not doesn’t really concern me. After all, standardized testing isn’t worth stressing out for when we’ve taken essentially the same thing all our lives.”

“What most are worried about is the content inside the exams, Imayoshi,” he said, carefully treading into dangerous waters with Imayoshi’s tendency to take all replies as mind-game challenges for his own amusement.

“‘If you have been paying attention consistently throughout the year, you wouldn’t be having much trouble…’ that’s what you once oh-so-wisely said to Wakamatsu yesterday, hmm?” His mimicking tone drips a hint of arrogance. “Unless you mean to tell me my ears do not work? But by all means, please feel free to correct me.”

“That’s different,” he sighed, his face clearly evident that he was done with Imayoshi’s shit. “That exam only tested content for the past year, not your entire academic repertoire over the courses of middle and high school.”

“I’d like to think that the logic still applies the same way.”

“Well,” Susa heaves with a languid stretch. “You generally score better on the exams than me, so you’re probably right. Still, don’t neglect your studying.”

“Right, right, Susa-senpai~”

“... Please don’t call me that again.”

“... If you say so,” he said, but his smile blatantly showed his real intentions of never stopping his irritable quips. Susa gets ready to pack up his book bag before he heads out the door with a friendly wave. Imayoshi half-heartedly returns the gesture with a casual wave of his own. He immediately notices you also packed up and about to leave with a worried frown, and of course, while audibly mumbling your concerns and makeshift schedules to accommodate time for last-minute essay writing. By now, all of your friends have left for home.

“Ah, biology lab due next week, kanji worksheets due tomorrow, hmm, um, how would I finish this on time… ah, calculus test is tomorrow too, ah shit… should I ask someone to tutor?—ah, but it’s super last minute, and there’s still that scholarship… argh, fuck!” Your voice peaked in volume at the end, and the librarian immediately shot daggers at you.

“Shhhhh!”

“A-Ah! S-Sorry, sorry!”

Imayoshi was watching you with his chin on his arm propped up on the desk, unable to control the smile that escaped his lips. You really were entertaining to watch, and you never cease to bore him.

He turns away to crack his neck and roll it around before methodically packing up his writing utensils and notebooks. Soft shuffling filled the air as he rearranged the items inside his bag. As he turns to pack the last thing on the table, which happened to be the notebook filled with his idle doodling, his face slightly softens at the drawing he did after the samurai. Yes, the one Susa chastised him for when he could’ve been studying. Yes, perhaps he was right when he was terrible at drawing after all; your panicked face and wild hand gestures didn’t really translate well into paper, and it looked a little too much like a horror comic and less than a sketch of you. Still, he’s oddly proud of it.

Imayoshi promptly pushes the chair in and leaves the library, but when he rounds the corner of the adjacent hallway, he bumps into you.

“Er—hi! I mean, please, uhhh… if it isn’t too much to ask—canyoupleasetutormeforthecalculustesttomorrowbecausemyfinalgradedependsonthat?”

Imayoshi winces at the sheer volume of your voice and plugs his ears in out of habit to block out some of the decibels. Wakamatsu was eerily similar to you in that regard. Only difference between the two of you was that you were deceptively intelligent. Extremely so.

“My, my, if it isn’t (l/n)-senpai!” He fakes a surprised look, earning him an eye roll on your end. “You need someone like me to teach you the works?”

“I—what? We’re literally in the same calc class, Imayoshi,” you retort. “Besides, drop the ‘senpai’ honorific. It feels so slimy when you say it so disingenuously… Aren’t we both 3rd years too?”

“I’m so hurt,” he mocks. “What if I was really genuine with you?”

“Look, right now, no remarks from you, Evil Glasses,” you say. “It’s really, really urgent and I don’t know how to grasp the material for the class lately, plus my essay, ugh…” You rub your fingers against your temples in an attempt to make the stressful headaches disappear while Imayoshi simply watches with his eyes slightly open.

“... You usually do well on all your exams, no? Unless my eyes and memory fail me.” It was true; even though you were as loud-mouthed as Wakamatsu, you would often shock a lot of people when your name always appeared in the higher percentiles of exam results. Apparently most students and teachers associate your rowdy personality with an expected subpar academic performance. He has you to thank for when your score reports always cause reactions of utter disbelief from the teachers. You really do liven up the school and make it a lot more unorthodox.

“I guess…” you mumble. “But I really wanna do especially well for this one because math is my weakest subject, and you always score the highest for these types of exams, so…”

“It may be my best subject,” he says, leaning slightly closer to your face. “But I’m not the one with the highest scores in any math subjects throughout these years, and we both know that quite well, don’t we, (l/n)? Why don’t you come clean about the real reason why you’re here?”

“Oh my literal fuck—Imayoshi, you’re one of the best students in calc right now regardless of exam results,” you petulantly huffed, not backing down from his intimidation. Imayoshi notes your cheeks reddening, and he figured it was either because of the close proximity between your faces or the fact you were frustrated… perhaps both. “And you’re the only one around here on campus who I could ask!”

“Really now,” he chimes, moving closer to whisper in your ear. “Are you sure?” With incoherent stammers, you backed away from him, slapping your hands against both of your ears to protect them.

“W-W-What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Looks like I won this one, (l/n)-san,” he purrs, relishing the fact that only he could render you this quiet. “Ho? What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

“I—Shut up!” you lamely shoot back. “You can just say no if you really don’t wanna do this—urgh, I’m leaving, I’m not gonna waste any more time—”

“How hurtful,” he dryly remarks, standing up straight again after leaning for a quite a while. “It’s almost as if you’re rejecting me~” He knew you would always take his bait and quip back (unlike Susa), regardless of whether or not you tell him that you weren’t going to engage further.

“As if,” you snorted, making another exaggerated eye roll. “You’re the last person who would ever be hurt from this.”

“Dear me!” he exclaims. “Have you ever considered that perhaps I don’t help out people for free? Did you think I would be a gracious, selfless person who would help you like a saint?”

“Okay, fine! Perhaps I didn’t think that far ahead, okay? You just were the first person that came to mind, and I thought asking you wouldn’t hurt.” His smirk widens almost maliciously at your words, lips already opening to deliver another irritating quip before you immediately spoke again to stop him. “Okay, Imayoshi, you little shit, just shut up—I don’t wanna hear anything from your mouth right now.”

“I don’t see any reason why I should listen to you at all,” he muses. “Why don’t you make me?” He has a shit-eating grin plastered across his face, eagerly eyeing your next move, and as he expected, you let out a frustrated noise that prompted passerby students to shoot pointed looks towards the both of you.

What he didn’t expect was for you to take a huge step towards him, unceremoniously pull him down to your level, and press a reverberating smack on his lips. His eyes are immediately blown wide open to look at your embarrassed, but determined face. His fingers unconsciously move to touch his warmed lips.

“... That was quite romantic, wasn’t it, (l/n)?” he dryly says, recovering almost immediately from the shock. All the other students fled from the blatantly bold scene to save face. Not that Imayoshi really cared.

“Okay, you know what? Bye, I’m not gonna play anymore mind games with you,” you grumble. “Essays and studying aren’t gonna be done by themselves—wah!”

Imayoshi gently tugs you back to reciprocate back a kiss, meticulously slipping his hands behind your head and on your waist to accommodate you. Your eyes are completely open from the shock that the Imayoshi Shoichi was actually kissing you. You don’t close your eyes from the sensation, completely entranced when you make eye contact with his half-lidded eyes watching your every reaction closely. The kiss ended all too soon, and Imayoshi separates himself from you, secretly admiring your dazed look.

“That was quite a strong reaction to just a simple kiss.”

“I—that was not just a ‘simple kiss!’”

“Now would you like to tell me the true reason why you approached me?”

“You’re… insinuating that you know something.”

“Well we wouldn’t know unless you come clean,” Imayoshi purrs. “I can sometimes be wrong too.”

“Ugh, what the hell—fine, I am quite enamored by you, and uh, I… find it infuriating to be with you, but it also gives me butterflies… so I thought I could be with you more… if I asked you—don’t get it twisted, though! I still need your help to study!...” He covers his mouth to suppress a laugh at your honesty.

“Was it really so hard to say that in the beginning, (l/n)-san?”

“Okay, that’s it! I’m really, really leaving! Fuck off, Imayoshi, I swear to—”

“Ho? Just a minute, darling~” he tuts, reaching to hold your hand. “Perhaps if you offer more kisses as an incentive, I’d be more inclined to offer my expertise.”

“How quaint,” you dryly reply. “It’s almost as if we’re in a relationship.”

Imayoshi can’t help but bark out a genuine laugh. You even managed to pick up some of his mannerisms so quickly.

“That’s an interesting proposal, (l/n),” he murmurs. “Should we try that?” You tut at him irritatedly as you tug your interlocked hands while speed-walking ahead.

“Hurry up, or I’ll consider breaking up with you right now.”

“Ah ha!~” he chuckles at your attitude. “How mean, (l/n)-san! Too bad that we both know that’s not going to happen anytime soon.”

[jinkicake]

Aizawa, Midoriya, Hawks With A Clingy S/O

Aizawa, badboy!Midoriya, Hawks with a s/o who likes to cling onto them.

Aizawa Shouta x Reader

Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Takami Keigo x Reader

Again, sorry Anon for not posting this sooner. I’ve been really busy the last few days. I hope this is okay!! I really like this prompt and wanted to try it out with these three fools. </33 Thank you for being my first bnha request!!!! ily!

WC- 1,687

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Aizawa Shouta

The things I want to say about this man…. The things I want to do to this man….. I,,,,, he’ll make your stomach drop…. please.

Anyway, I feel like Aizawa would really appreciate a clingy s/o

Like having someone who pampers him in love and affection is something he needs

Aizawa deserves all the support he can get and will sometimes lean on you when he needs it 

Not too much of course, he has a stern appearance to uphold LOL but in private I think he is really soft with you

He loves to hold you when he’s sleeping, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest

He has you sit on his lap anytime, like if he is working on something or just sitting at the table with his phone…. You’re going to be in his lap

It might take Aizawa some time to open up to you at first, but I don’t think he will ever reject your advances……

Whenever you want to hug him or hold his hand, he will let you. He’d probably even let your braid his hair 

Someone like Aizawa who spends his entire life taking care of people and looking after them probably just wants someone to do the same for him,,,, he would love the way his kitten dotes on him~

“Shouta,” You call out quietly into the living room where your husband is still focused on his UA work. “it’s almost three am.” Aizawa doesn’t even glance at you, he continues to strain his dark eyes towards his computer. With a sigh you pad over towards him and sit right next to him on the couch. Immediately your arms loop around his waist and you toss your legs into his lap. Aizawa glances at you when he feels your touch and softly kisses your temple.

“Kitty, go back to sleep.” The familiar nickname makes your stomach flutter, even after all these years, yet you refuse to budge. You stubbornly shake your head.

“Only if you come with me.” You bargain and Aizawa nearly sighs at your perseverance.

“I have to finish putting in these grades before patrol tomorrow.” Aizawa rests his hand against your bare thigh and gently squeezes in an effort to lull you back to sleep.

“Just let me do it tomorrow while you’re out.” You compromise and Aizawa continues to caress your legs.

“I can’t make you do that, baby.” Now, he finally sighs.

“Yes, you can.” You push and relax against his chest, resting your face into his neck. “Please, Shouta, I’m so tired. I can’t sleep without you.” You glance at him and pout, knowing damn well he can never say no when your eyes stare at him pitifully like this. Deep down you know that if you tell him the reason you want him to go to sleep is that he needs sleep, it won’t work and he won’t come to bed. However, maybe if you use your special charms-

“No. Just let me finish this.” He tries to go back to his laptop but you slam it shut before glaring up at him with cloudy eyes.

“We are going to sleep now.” You order and your husband sighs before scooping you up in his arms and bringing you back to your shared bedroom. “Yay~ I love you Shouta!”

“I love you too, kitten.”

Midoriya Izuku

I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABT THIS, my head is full of thoughts when it comes to villain evil Midoriya….

“ If this man *Deku* came up to me he would get slapped, but if THIS MAN *villian!deku* came up to me I would take my pants off so quick “

That is literally, that’s it. That’s the headcannon

Whether we are speaking about just Deku or like villain bad boy Deku, I think either way he would still receive his s/o’s affection with open arms

But we talking about bad boy Deku so let’s steer away.... He’d tease you a little bit,, just to see you get flustered

I feel like this mf would make lewd jokes whenever you touch him, hug him, anything because he can and it is funny to watch as your insides melt…..

He’d take advantage of your clinginess and use it as a way to make you all rattled

Midoriya would drag his fingers all along your sides or your thighs just to see you scold him,,, he thinks it is hot whenever you yell at him

I feel like bad boy Deku would be soooo much more confident than our regular Midoriya is….. he still has the softness of the og but he has the asshole-y hotness of you know,,,,,,

You know who…..

“Izuku,” You groan and try to get out of your boyfriend’s comfortable arms. It is late in the afternoon and you have been laying in bed doing absolutely nothing, except napping, you seriously have to get up and do work now. “I need to do my homework.” You push at his head again but his strong arms only keep you pinned to his chest.

“Do it later.” He snaps in annoyance, though his voice is still relatively quiet. Clearly, someone is mad that you woke them up.

“This assignment is going to take me forever, Izuku please.” You complain and your boyfriend simply buries his face into your neck, his lips pressed into your collarbone.

“I love the way it sounds when you beg.” He teases and you squeak in embarrassment, the smirk on his face makes your heart do flips.

“You’re so,” You pause and bite your lip in thought while running your hands through Midoriya’s thick hair. “infuriating.”

“I’ll remember that the next time you want to have sex.” He responds cooly and you hide your face in embarrassment.

“I have to work on my college applications, they aren’t going to do themselves!” Midoriya yawns and closes his eyes, clearly not threatened by your fists or heated demeanor. “You make it so hard to get out of bed.” You whine and lay back down, tucking yourself to fit snug against your boyfriend.

“I know and in more ways than one, I hope.” He chuckles against your neck and you have to refrain from rolling your eyes.

“I don’t even want to fuel your ego even more so I’ll just say nothing.” You close your eyes and your boyfriend brings his strong hands to your hips. “I-Izuku!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll just force the words out of you,” Midoriya tells you arrogantly and you don’t even think about opening your eyes again, too focused on each of his touches.

Takami Keigo

If someone doesn’t get this man a hug RIGHT NOW,, my sweet sweet poor baby NEEDS AFFECTION and needs it now!!!

Shit with Hawks,,,, I’m just tryna be his kid ya know….

He’ll tease you A LOT, please this cocky ass Kuroo blueprint bitch would be soooo flirty with you

“Did you miss me that much, dove?” He’d smirk when you tackle him in a hug after he comes back from a day of work

“I know you can’t control yourself that much around me, kid, but you can at least try”

Please him and Atsumu I want to rock their shits, and by rock his shit I mean ride his face

I think it would take Hawks a very long time to actually open up with you, much like Aizawa he wouldn’t deny your affections but that doesn’t mean he is ready to portray the same intense emotions back….

Given his circumstances I think Hawks would be very hesitant to have an s/o he can trust, though I also think he thrives off the attention you give him, so clearly he must like you in some way

He can be just as clingy back, you cannot tell me this man wouldn’t cling to you like a baby, he’d follow you into every room and even try to go into the bathroom with you  

Please…. Please, someone, give my sweet angel the love he deserves

“I’m back!” Hawks announced the moment he steps back into his apartment, he places the container of chicken wings on the counter and glances around at the empty living room. For a moment he finds himself wondering if you’re out at uni until he hears you running out the bedroom.

“Keigo!” You exclaim and nearly tackle your boyfriend as you run into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I missed you!!!”

“How much, dove?” He teases and you have to refrain from rolling your eyes. Instead, you bury your face into his jacket and sigh in content in all the warmth he has to offer.

“So, so much!” At that you begin to pepper kisses all over his cheeks and Hawks laughs loudly while grabbing your cheeks between his hands. He pushes your lips together to pucker your lips out and smirks at the sight of your face.

“Yeah?” He lowers his lips to ghost over yours and you try to reach his lips but your boyfriend simply won’t let you. “Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?” He croons and your eyes light up, Hawks can practically see your obedient little tail wagging. “After we eat!” 

Your boyfriend pulls away and stalks into the kitchen, leaving you to grumble about what a tease he is. You won't fall for his tricks any longer!

“You got the pickled radish right?” You call after him and Hawks turns around slowly to look at you, his face pinched together as he feigns a thought.

“I don’t know… Did I?” He taunts and before you can threaten him, you notice the delicacy right in front of you being floated up by a single red wing. “What do you say, baby?”

“Thank you.” You mumble and Hawks gasps at your manners.

“Such a good girl,” He continues to tease before sliding up next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you into his chest. He leans down to kiss the top of your head and you watch him carefully, especially with the way his hands are descending down your sides. “maybe I’ll have dessert early tonight.”

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