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Guys, I crave a really long, well written ANGSTY love triangle fic between Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi it's not even FUNNY. Here's my little dabble at it. I might make a full fic :3

Not proofread!!!

Trios never work

“Why are you so cold to me, Meg..? I just want to talk to you.” Nobara whispers in a cracking voice.

Megumi feels anger swirl in his gut. He hates how she's making herself out to be the victim when she's the one torturing him. Dragging him around for whatever sick and twisted reason. She has Yuji wrapped around her finger, and she wants to rub it all in his face.

“You just want me to listen.” he snapped, not phased by the sad look in her eyes.

Her mouth gaped open, and she looked like a fish gasping out of water. Her throat squeezed tight, making getting words out so much more difficult.

“No..no that's not what I want, Meg I-”

“Stop calling me that for fucks sake Nobara!” He cut her off.

“You trying to include me in this fucked up trio makes me sick, everytime i hear that dumb nickname I want to rip my ears off!”

His teeth bared as he yelled furiously at her. He took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders as he backed up. His voice lowered now as he continued to speak. “You are so insufferable. If you don't realize that, you really are stupid.”

Her lips trembled, fat tears streaming down her face as she stared at him with wide eyes. Eyes full of confusion and hurt. She was hurt he felt that way, and she would rather die than make him feel that way.

“Meg-gumi I'm so sorry. Did you feel left out? Unwanted? I don't understand, I really tried to include you,” she sniffled.

He scoffed, his curled lips full of irritation.

“You really just don't get it, That's the problem, Nobara.”

Her brows furrowed, and she looked completely lost. That ticked him off.

“You try to include me when you and Yuji are already all over each other. I'm not needed, and yet you still want me around. Does that not seem cruel to you?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

Her heart stopped. Her lips formed a deep frown as she began to shake her head slowly. Her eyes squeezed shut as tears forced their way out from behind her lids.

“No that's not what.. I would never… Megumi, I like you! I like you, that's why I always—” she bit her lip, looking down as the tears blurred and warped her vision, “—that's why I always tried to involve you..”

Usually, when she says something she's been longing to, it feels like a weight was lifted. This time, though, she felt the weight multiply. It clung to her like a curse, something dreadful. The air was just as heavy. She could barely breathe. Her lungs wouldn't open up all the way, even though she just opened herself up to him.

He stared at her with angry brows but shocked eyes. He never considered this. He always thought she liked Yuji and didn't care about him. Was he really that oblivious? He didn't notice it when she'd always beg to do his makeup when she'd drag him to try desserts, to go anywhere with her. All the memories suddenly rushed into his head, wracking around in a painful manner. He squeezed his nose bridge as the skin between his brows crinkled.

He didn't know what to say, how to go about this.

“I'm…I'm sorry.” He ran his fingers through his hair, revealing more of his face.

“I imagine I don't seem so desirable now.” He whispered.

Nobara blinked away a few more tears. She sniffled before smiling.

“No, you can't sway me that easily.” She said, trying to lighten the mood.

This just made the pang of guilt in Megumi's chest grow. It was like the feeling itself had tendrils and was digging deeper inside him.

“Nobara. I'm sorry, but I can't forge false feelings.”

She bit the inside of her cheek so hard just so she wouldn't cry. She nodded with a smile.

“No, I understand. Don't worry about it.” She assured him.

He hesitantly nodded.

“Sorry for making things awkward between us,” she muttered.

“Don't be sorry.”

She smiled weakly before walking off.

I wrote up a quick KuniZai ficc <333

Kunikida x Dazai (their relationship can be taken as romantic or platonic ig)

Genre: Kinda angst i would say ???

Synopsis: Dazai misses Kunikida and goes to visit him :(

This one is fine for all to read :D

“Oh Kunikida. It’s quite a dull day isnt it.” Dazai purred, his fists clenching the handle of the umbrella tightly, knuckles turned white. It was pouring down outside, rain slapping loudly against the plastic of Dazai’s warm blue umbrella.

“I mean, you know I always enjoyed the rainy weather…but I remember you never did…It always interfered with your plans.” Dazai said with a wry smile, shuffling closer to the grey stone. Dazai carefully set up the umbrella to shield the gravestone, Dazai crawling under it to be protected from the rain. He curled up tight, Osamu’s fingers dancing across the bumpy floor of the rock.

“I wish we could still be together…” Dazai mumbled, his other hand, lightly clutching the red ribbon. He sighed softly.

“Kunikida ?....Why did you have to go ?...That was my dream to die…But I guess after a while you became my dream.” Dazai whispered.

He couldn’t handle the amount of emotions overwhelming Osamu’s senses, his knee’s pressing up close to his body, wrapping his frail arms around his legs. His chin rested a top his knee, small tears starting to slid down his face.

“I love you Kunikida.” Dazai whispered, drowned out by the loud pounding rain, Dazai’s body trembling as his frame was wracked with tears.

Soooo ya !! As you can see, just a short, sweet story, i also drew art for this, but lost SO much motivation halfway and it's so shitty lmaooo 😭😭 I might re-draw it and add it on later

Ok, i did have the art here, but it was actually so embarrassing, that i cried and deleted it. When i make some actual GOOD !!! art i'll actually post it :(

BNHA 1A 1B Rarepair Mixer! - Day 1

This event was organized by @bnhararepairhub

[A/N]:

I had this idea way back in Halloween but never got the chance to post it. Anyway, here it is!

Prompt/Title: Crushing

It all happened so fast.

The first second, an explosion erupted. Kendo, being quick to think, took action as dust and debris blew around. Small pebbles struck her face as if sharp needles.

The next second, she loosened her grip on her girlfriend and co-hero, Creati, too see blood ooze out from the bottom.

What? She thought, I’m not hurt.

She opened her hand, releasing her girlfriend - who peeled off her palm and face-planted on the floor.

Kendo was right. She wasn’t hurt.

The blood was her girlfriend’s.

“Creati?” Kendo’s voice held a slight hint of panic. She hurried to her girlfriend, who lay unresponsive.

“Creati?” Kendo repeated, “can you hear me?”

She placed a hand on Yaoyorozu’s skin - it was cold. She leaned closer to her partner and listened to the faint, shaky breaths she let out.

Blood was dripping from her mouth.

“Momo!” Kendo twirled her girlfriend around to face her. Big mistake.

The black-haired girl winced in pain. She looked deflated. And, well, her ribs looked crushed.

Kendo couldn’t fathom the idea. She stared at her girlfriend, who hanged on the brink of death.

This was her fault. She tried to save Momo from the explosion but crushed her instead.

“Momo? Momo!” Kendo’s voice became frantic.

She killed her girlfriend. She killed her girlfriend. She shook her head, unable to process what was happening, tears streaming down her face.

“I’m sorry, Momo, I’m so sorry!” She sobbed, “I never meant to! I love you!”

She stared at Momo, hoping she’d spring up and pick up where she left off like the resilient girl she was.

But no.

She was already dead.

BNHA Rarepair Horror Fest #4!

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Rarepair: Hitoshi Shinsou x Ochaco Uraraka

Prompt/Title: Falling

Shinsou didn’t know Uraraka very well, but he always liked her quirk because it reminded him of a cat’s paw.

“Can I hold your hand?”

It was a very intimate question that flustered him.

Uraraka stayed silent for a moment before smiling wryly, “sure!”

She held out her hand for Shinso to hold, to which he did. “They’re so cute…” he mused. He traced his fingers along her hand, then held it.

Without warning, her quirk activated, and he felt lighter by the second.

“Oops! Sorry! My quirk activated!”

Shinsou floated higher and higher, “can you deactivate it please?!”

There was no immediate response, as if Uraraka was hesitating. “It’s- it’s not working!” She screamed. “I’m gonna call a for help!”

She left him floating. Shinsou became light headed - he could see the whole city. He got so high that the clouds were getting larger as seconds ticked by.

Then, out of nowhere, everything stopped, and his heart fell.

She stopped her quirk.

At an alarming rate, he was gaining more and more speed. The wind whistled in his ears. His eyes were forced open and his body was sprawled out by the sheer speed.

The city was getting closer and closer.

And then…

And then…!

“Jeez… that sounds terrifying!”

“It was…”

Shinsou looked at his girlfriend, who stared at him with wide eyes after he told her about his nightmare.

“Does that mean we can’t hold hands anymore?” She asked, innocently.

“Of course we can.” He showed his genuineness by reaching for her hand, “just promise you won’t float me to the sun, okay?”

BNHA Rarepair Horror Fest #3!

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Rarepair: Setsuna Tokage x Katsuki Bakugou (SetsuBaku/Setsugou)

Prompt/Title: Haunted house

“I’m scared.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am!” Tokage hugged her boyfriend for comfort, “Katsukiiiiii!” She whined.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time for this. “Get off,” he commanded, trying to shake her off. Tokage didn’t budge. It was annoying to have a girlfriend who was as equally stubborn as you.

He then sighed, defeated. “You want me to hold your hand?”

“Uh-huh…”

Bakugou took Tokage’s hand in his, and they continued their way through the haunted house.

Suddenly, a man jumped in front of them, screaming his head off. The two jumped back, and instinctively, Bakugou shoved Tokage behind him.

After the man’s scream quieted, he vanished back into the dark.

“It must’ve been a animatronic or something,” mumbled Bakugou. “Did you pee yourself?” He turned around to face Tokage, who held his hand endearingly.

“Thank you for protecting me~” she cooed.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, holding hers tightly back, “whatever…”

BNHA Rarepair Horror Fest #2!

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Rarepair: Kurea Boyansu (Clair Voyance) x Fuyumi Todoroki

Prompt/Title: Is Somebody Watching Me?

It was the final week before Halloween, so to do something nice for her kindergarten class, Fuyumi was baking cookies for her students. All alone, humming to herself in her spacious kitchen. All alone, with only the clanking of pots and pans to reply. All alone, where she heard the oven timer beep and the front door open.

She placed a tray of soon-to-be cookies inside the oven and began preparing another batch.

She felt the hair on her neck creep up. Something didn’t feel right…

…

Was someone there?

She called out, “Kurea?”

There was no response.

Still feeling slightly uncomfortable, she shrugged it off and resumed baking.

Suddenly, two hands grabbed her shoulders.

Fuyumi let out a scream, only to be met with her girlfriend, Kurea, laughing her butt off.

“Haha! You should’ve seen the look on your face!”

Fuyumi pouted, “that wasn’t funny! I thought someone broke in!”

Boyansu rolled her eyes, “no one’s ever going to break in,” she assured, “not with your pro-hero girlfriend around.” She put one arm around Fuyumi and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“Can I lick the beaters when you’re done?”

Fuyumi sighed, “of course you can.”

BNHA Rarepair Horror Fest #1!

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This event was organized by: @bnhararepairhub

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Rarepair - Izuku Midoriya x Melissa Shield (DekuLissa/DekuMeli)

Prompt/Title - Japanese Horror Movies

Cold autumn wind whistled outside Midoriya’s apartment. It was October 31st - so what better to do than to cuddle with your girlfriend and watch classic American horror movies?

“What do you want to watch now?” Melissa held the TV remote in her hands, waiting for her boyfriend to fire a suggestion.

“What have we watched so far?”

“Too much to count,” Melissa didn’t want to think about the incredulous amount of time they had spent watching movies.

Midoriya thought for a moment as he stretched the hours of binge watching out of him. “As much as I love your American movies, why don’t we watch some of mine?”

“You have horror movies?”

“Not just any horror movies - the scariest Japanese horror movies of all time!!”

Melissa laughed, “Okay, let’s see if they’re as scary as you say they are.”

Midoriya shuffled through his collection of DVDs and shoved one in the DVD player.

“Prepare yourself…” he chuckled.

—LATER—

The living room was dark, which was good, because then Midoriya couldn’t see Melissa’s petrified face. But it also didn’t matter, because she clung to him like Velcro anyway.

Midoriya held back a laugh, “are you scared?”

“Maybe…” admitted Melissa. “I hate this movie…”

Midoriya pet the back of her hair, “Ju-On is a classic.”

She scoffed, “so is IT.”

He laughed at her quip and pulled her close. “Don’t worry, it’s all fiction anyway.”

As the movie moved to its credits, bold, white words stood out from the dark background:

BASED ON A TRUE STORY

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Fuyumi x Tensei Day!

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[A/N]:

I tried my best 🥲 and no I’m not a day late you’re imagining things

Hope you enjoy!

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Prompt - Cheesy, old-school horror

Horror trope - 'dark alleyway'

It was late out, but the darkness couldn't stop Fuyumi's responsibility. She tugged on her dog's leash, "come on, girl. It's cold out here."

Her dog trotted along as they walked down the empty block. Fuyumi felt a chill go up her spine, and she pulled her jacket around her tighter. Suddenly, her dog froze in her tracks, with her ears perked upright and intensely watching something. Fuyumi turned around, "what's wrong?"

Without warning, her dog took off into an alleyway, taking the leash out of Fuyumi's hand. "Hey! Come back!"

Fuyumi bolted after her into a dark alleyway. As she worriedly searched for her dog, she felt another shiver creep up her spine. "Come on, girl! Where are you?"

Even though the alleyway was deserted, Fuyumi felt more and more unwelcome by the second. Something felt so unnerving when everything fell silent, like something - or someone - began watching her.

The sound of footsteps emerged from the quiet, and sounding way too close to her for comfort. Fuyumi let out a yelp of fear as she felt a simultaneous tap on her shoulder. She whirled around, "oh, Ingenium," she panted.

The pro-hero, Ingenium's, eyes sparkled, "is this pup yours?" He asked, showing Fuyumi's dog’s leash in his gloved hand.

"Yes! I was looking for her!"

"You need to be careful out here - especially this time of night. Villains tend to frequent this area." He said, handing her the leash.

Fuyumi nodded, "understood."

There was a moment of silence.

"You're Endeavor's daughter, right?"

Fuyumi nodded, "yeah, I am," she smiled. She could see Ingenium's eyes light up again.

He held his hand out, "Iida Tensei."

Fuyumi smiled and shook his hand, "Todoroki Fuyumi."

"Would you like me to walk you home?"

"No, I'll be fine. My house is just a bit away."

Tensei nodded, disappointed, "I see, have a good night."

Fuyumi you idiot!

"Wait!"

“Yes?"

"My dog likes you... I think she'd like it if you stayed a bit longer."

Tensei smiled, "I'd be happy to."

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BNHA WLW Weekend - Day 1!

[A/N]

Heyyo, everyone! It's definitley been a while since I've done anything fic related on here, so I may be a bit rusty.

Anyways, hope you all enjoy!!

Rarepair: Kyoka Jirou x Saiko Intelli

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Out of all the places Kyoka thought she'd see her best friend's rival, a CD store definitley wasn't the first place that came to mind, especially in the heavy metal section…

But alas, it was, and when she locked eyes with the snarky, white-haired girl, she deepened her frown.

"Oh, it's you," she spat.

Saiko huffed, "what're you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same." Replied Kyoka. "I thought nerds liked listening to classical music when they study."

"I'm not a nerd!"

Kyoka smiled, "sure."

She traced her finger over the sides of CD cases stacked on top of one another and admired their abstract cover designs. When one caught her eye, she pulled it out and examined it. "Oh, sick!"

Suddenly, it was snatched from her hands.

"Thank you very much," smirked Saiko, "ooh, I like the cover..."

"Give it back!"

"Why don't you run back to your idiot school, Jirou?"

"Last time I checked, you lost the Hero Licsense Exam to us!"

Saiko sighed as if Kyoka said something that everyone knew wasn't true, "please, I let you win. I was being nice."

"Nice? You just snatched that thing from my hands!"

Quickly, Kyoka swiped a CD held in Saiko's other hand. "There, now we're even."

"W-well, how about this, then?" Without warning, Saiko launched herself at Kyoka and kissed her. When she broke it, Kyoka stood dumbfounded.

"Wow... and in the middle a CD store, too." she stood, almost frozen as she processed what had happened. Saiko, on the other hand, got so flustered it looked as if she had a horrible sunburn.

"Well? Aren't you gonna take it back?"

Kyoka seethed through her teeth, "I dunno, I think you'd explode if I did." She made her way to the front counter and paid for her CD. "Can I get a sticky note please?"

The cashier nodded and handed her a yellow slip of paper.

"Hold on, wait for me!" Saiko hurriedly paid for her CD as well and caught up to Kyoka, "was I bad?"

Kyoka shsrugged, "eh, not really. But you'll be fine - nerds learn quickly anyways."

With that, Kyoka stuck her sticky note onto Saiko's forehead, which was scribbled with her number.

"If you call me, I might be able to teach you." She winked, "see you around, nerd!"

[A/N]

I dunno how I feel about this one - but then again when do I every feel happy about what I write?

As said before, I hope you all enjoyed this, and I'll see you all in my future posts.

Love you all!!

@bnhararepairhub

TodoIiDeku Week - Day 2!

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[A/N]

Don’t worry, guys - in relation to my last entry for TodoIiDeku Week I’ll make this one longer (as the first one was REALLY short).

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Day 2 - Beach

“Just trust me - Hatsume really recommended it!”

Izuku held up his camera towards Iida - who was adamant to get Shoto to try virtual reality for the first time.

"You should try it, Shoto," cooed Izuku, "believe us, it's really fun!"

"Exactly," said Iida, "you don't even need to play anything scary - you can do something simple to help you get used to it."

Shoto resisted. "I'm not sure."

"Pleaaaaaaaaaaaase?" Begged Iida, "you'll have so much fun!"

Shoto looked at Iida, hoping to resist his puppy eyes - but just couldn't.

“Fine.” He said, “but for five minutes only.”

Iida smiled happily, “wonderful!”

After helping Shoto adjust the VR set, he switched it on.

“Okay - you have options.” Said Iida, “you can choose Winter Forest, Beach, City or Hotel.”

“You should try beach.” Suggested Izuku.

Shoto hesitated, “sure, why not?”

Excitedly, Iida helped him select it and helped him navigate the demo.

“This is so weird...” said Shoto, mesmerized.

“You like it?”

“Like it... this is weirdly fun!”

Shoto, now used to the controls, explored the VR world in awe.

Izuku, still recording the entire thing, leaned over to Iida, “should we stop him before he gets hypnotized?”

Iida chuckled, “nah - only until it’s been five minutes.”

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[A/N]

I don’t think I got the prompt right - but I’m glad I was able to make it a bit longer than the first prompt.

Lol, I was also really confused as of how to end the whole thing - but oh, well!

Anyway, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is always appreciated!

Love you all!

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@todoiideku-week

TodoIiDeku Week - Day 1!

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[A/N]

Oh my GOSH it’s been so long since I’ve done something like this - so hope you guys enjoy!!

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Day 1 - Celebration

“And here’s to our first anniversary!” Iida raised his champagne glass to the restaurant lights, the drink's tint color swirling in the glass.

Shoto and Izuku followed and raised their drinks as well.

“To our first anniversary!” Repeated Izuku, taking a small sip of his drink. “I don’t know what gave you the idea, Iida, but this is amazing!”

Iida leaned back, smiling, “ah, well, I figured that there was no other way to celebrate our anniversary then with a romantic outing.”

Iida glanced around at the scenery of the restaurant, and then back at his boyfriends. He allowed his shoulders to relax.

He was so grateful to have them.

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[A/N]

Sorry it’s so short, guys! I was really busy today, so I whipped up something real quick since I didn’t want to hand in today’s prompt late!

Anyway, hope you guys liked this a bit, though! Feedback is always appreciated!

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@todoiideku-week

A Lesson and Progress - A Short Seiai Girls Fic

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[A/N]

HEY Y’ALL I’M BACK-!

Here’s a fic I’ve been working on for a short while. I figured that I definitely needed to post something so... yeah? Here you go...?

Enjoy the fic, guys!

And as always, feedback will always be appreciated!

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A Lesson and Progress:

Saiko stared at the ceiling of the nurse’s office.

She failed.

But she didn’t really fail. She passed the exam. But for some reason, she felt a heavy weight in her chest.

She was... disappointed, some would say.

Her friends had already begun preparing for summer vacation - some were traveling, yet others were spending time with their families in their hometowns...

But Saiko was...

Well, what was she doing? She was still sulking around like a failure.

She slowly lifted herself up - not wanting her injuries to worsen with sudden movements. The combat she had done was too much for her to handle on the day of that exam, and she regretted not practising before.

She looked at herself in a mirror with shame - her hair was a huge mess and heavy bags hung from under her eyes. Who would bother to look at that?

Suddenly, the door opened.

"Get back in bed, Tea-Brain."

It was Ataru.

"You of all people I really didn't expect to see." Saiko quickly brushed off her sad expression. "Neither did I want to see you."

"Ha-ha, very funny." Ataru shot, sarcastically, "now get back in bed."

"No."

"I wasn't asking. Now do it."

Saiko huffed and sat on the bed again, "for the record-"

A brown bag was suddenly stuffed in her face. "Here," interupted Ataru.

"Excuse me?" Saiko took the bag and glared at her classmate. "Am I some sort of bag-holder to you?"

"I mean, it would be pretty useful if you were."

Saiko blinked.

"It's for you."

She blinked again. "Me?"

"Yes, you. Who else would it be for?"

Saiko held back an excited smile. "What's in it?"

"Why don't you open it and find out?" Ataru took a seat next to Saiko on the bed. Saiko paused.

"Is this some sort of trick?"

"For crying out loud, you nerd - just open it."

Saiko unraveled the bag and held it open.

"Tea?"

She tried to hold back her excitement.

"Yeah."

She hurriedly took the tea box out of the bag.

"You got me..." she paused and shook the box. "There's... nothing in here..."

"You sure?"

Saiko shot a glare at Ataru again. "You think this is funny?"

"Kinda," smirked Ataru.

"Well it's not."

"Just open the box, okay?"

Saiko rolled her eyes, "fine." She opened the box, and took out a small piece of folded paper.

"Really?"

"Oh, come on. You didn't even read what's on it."

Saiko sighed and opened the paper, carefully reading what was on it.

"What does it say?" Asked Ataru, who showed no genuine interest in the note whatsoever.

"It says to open the door."

"Then do it."

Saiko slowly stood from the bed, then turned around to Ataru. "If this is some kind of prank, I'll make everyone hate you." She said coldly.

"Eh, they already do."

Saiko approached the door cautiously and opened it.

"Surprise!"

Everyone in the exam - everyone that was with her - they were all there.

Tomomi, Setsuka, Chihiro - all of them.

"What... what..." Saiko was surprised, needless to say.

"We all came to visit you!" Smiled Kosa, "how are you feeling?"

All of them leaned in to listen to Saiko's response.

"B... better?"

They all grinned happily. Suddenly, Saiko was nudged in the shoulder. She turned around to see Ataru holding another tea box.

"Here."

Saiko took the box and opened it, expecting another note.

She smiled greatly, "it's tea! Thank you!"

"Sure."

She pulled in Ataru for a big hug, but got pushed away shortly after.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get too close." Ataru warned, hiding the red blush on her face. Saiko smiled brightly at all of them.

"Thank you, all. This really made my day." Thanked Saiko. All of her classmates smiled joyfully.

They began to crowd her, each one giving her a hug or telling her stories about what happened while she was gone.

"Okay, guys, give the girl some space.”

They all stepped back, and after a short few minutes, Saiko went back into the nurse’s office again.

She shut the door behind her, clutching the tea box with both of her hands; a warm feeling of appreciation and gratitude outshone the previous feeling of disappointing.

Saiko smiled to herself, then set the tea box down on the bedside table and laid back down on the bed.

I have such wonderful friends...

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[A/N]

I need to get back into writing - I’m losing my touch (lol)

Anyway, hope you guys liked it! Till next time!

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A Clown met a Doctor at the asylum one day, and asked if she wanted to be free. The Doctor replied that it was the Clown who was the prisoner, but alas, she was already intrigued. The Doctor spoke with the Clown again, and again, as he told her of the freedom of the mind, from limits, from morals, from sanity. Carefully the Clown led the Doctor closer and closer to the edge. He told her he loved her, but he laughed as he said it. Down, down, down… The Doctor fell and was reborn, a Jester after his image.

Upside-Down

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--Just do the damn dishes, Kyle!!--

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|Lee - Kyle -- Ler - Gerald|

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FT - Sheila

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"So what, you just sit around all day?" Gerald asked Kyle, sitting on the edge of the bed

"Yeah, pretty much, unless Stan comes over." Kyle replied, focusing on his game

Gerald sighed and looked at Kyle "...How is that comfortable? You're gonna have your head cracked open if you fall."

Kyle was lying on his bed, upside down on the bed, his head not even close to the floor.

"Calm down, dad." Kyle rolled his eyes being going back to the game

"Y'know Kyle, back in my times, me and your mother would do the dishes in the free time. And it's clear you're behind on your chores." Gerald put his hands on his hips

"Oh... that's all you want from me?" Kyle asked as Gerald nodded. Kyle snorted

"Heh. Nice try, oldie. I'm not leaving this spot."

"Oh you little--" Gerald shot his hands over and scribbled all over Kyle's belly

Kyle squealed and dropped his controller before giggling "Ehehehe! Dahahad-- cuhuhut it ohohout!"

"Remember Kyle, I'm your father. Listening is common sense." Gerald teased lightly

"Noho-- this is so gahahahay! *snort*" Kyle covered his face in embarrassment

"Huh, you still snort after all these years?"

"Shuhuhut uhuhup!" Kyle squealed

"Y'know, all I ask is for you to do the God damn dishes, child!" Gerald moved a hand over, moving his finger up and down Kyle's soles

"EEP-! D-DahahaHAHAHAHAD!! *snort*" Kyle couldn't do much since he was upside-down

"This dad ain't gonna stop until he hears a "Yes father, I'll do the dishes"!"

"IHIHIHIT TIHIHIhihihickles!- EEEEHEHEHEHE!!"

"That's the point, mister." Gerald chuckled lightly before squeezing both of Kyle's sides

"FUHUHUCK-! *snort* DAHAHAHAD!!" Kyle put his hands on his dad's wrists

"Christ, Gerald. What is--" Sheila came in before giggling. "Ah."

"MOHOHOHOHOM HEHEHEHELP-!" Kyle begged, tears pricking into the corners of his eyes

"Will you do the dishes?" Gerald grinned

"YES-! YEHEHEHES!" Kyle agreed, nodding frantically

Gerald then stopped, letting Kyle just slide onto the floor smoothly while panting

Sheila just laughed. "Come on. There's a pile of dishes waiting, Bubby!" Sheila walked away, Gerald standing up and following

Kyle just sighed and huffed before getting up and dusting himself off. He grumbled all the way downstairs.

💚End❤️

(Sorry I haven't been doing requests... I've been busy. But have this little fic to keep you satisfied<3)

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: [Stargirl Interlude]

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Info: Fem! reader x Dallas Winston (Hes so bbg) @dljcem (Another one just for you babe <3)

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│ ⁃⁃ I just wanna see you shine, cause' I know you are a Stargirl. ❞

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Dating you was like talking to a brick wall sometimes.

But other than that, he didn't care.

He loved you so much, he felt as if your smile could shoot him to the ground.

He always put you first- in very very odd ways. But he means well.

"Y/n, please don't play that song." He said as the song ended as you scrolled through your music options, already knowing which song you were gonna play.

Stargirl Interlude.

"But this is our song, Dally. You like this song." You whined

You were right, he did like this song but of course he wasn't gonna say it to your face.

He loved the thought of you two having a "song", but then again, he would rather look at his kindergarten yearbook pictures than tell you.

"I do not." He protested as he leaned his hand on the steering wheel, his other arm on the middle console.

You frowned, his words hurt because you thought it was your song. You loved it and you thought he did too.

"Oh." You said, leaning back in your seat as he stopped at a red light.

He couldn't sleep so he picked you up to go for a drive- which is what you were doing, not really having a location to stop at.

You clicked on a different song, looking out the window at all the lights that shined brightly at one another.

Dallas sighed as he looked at your miserable face, wanting you to have a good time.

He hated when you made that face.

Your thoughts were cut off by a familiar tune, following with very familiar lyrics, making you look over at him.

❝I had a vision. A vision of my nails in the kitchen.❞

Dallas looked at you with sorry eyes, before looking back at the road.

He mumbled the lyrics as he took a sharp left, going down a road he didn't recognize.

You smiled brightly, pressing a kiss to his cheek lightly.

"Thanks Dally." You said sweetly

"It's no problem, man. Just goin with the flow." He said coolly, smirking.

God, he loves his Stargirl.

Im spreading the angst

@paintedcrows @menaathena

i saw some art on ticktock that made me cry and hunted it down on here,

heres the fic i made because the brainrot WOULD NOT LEAVE

enjoy

:3

I've got a Dadbastian request! Idk if this will make sense but I had a scenario in mind where another miscellaneous demon breaks in and almost/does attack O!Ciel for his soul and his dad comes in and saves him.

Ooooh I like this one! Also the fact that Sebastian always has Ciel close his eyes when he’s in his true form because he doesn’t want Ciel to see him “so improper/unsightly” (which I translate to “my true form will probably frighten you and I can’t have you any more traumatized than you already are”), but another demon couldn’t care less. Time to traumatize my favorite character again (I’m so sorry Ciel, I promise this isn’t personal)

TW: restricted breathing/demon attack, panic attack, ptsd attack, description of Ciel’s month long capture

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One of the most frightening factors of this whole ordeal, was how quickly it happened. Sebastian had just tucked him in and left him to sleep. Ciel couldn’t be sure if he had actually fallen asleep or was just about to when he felt something covering his nose and mouth.

The lack of air caused his eyes to quickly open as he felt tightness in his chest. The object restricting his breathing was a large, pitch black hand that had sharp nails that were digging into the side of Ciel’s face. The room was consumed by black smoke with blood red eyes visible all around him. He tried to scream, to call for his butler like he had countless times before, but all that could be heard were ineligible squeaks.

“Quiet.” A voice snapped, and that was the last thing Ciel heard before slipping into darkness.

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There were voices whispering all around them. There were to many speaking at once for Ciel to decipher what they were saying, but the voices kept getting louder and louder. It was overwhelming. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. As the blurriness he had seen began to clear up, he felt his heart stop.

The metal of the cage was cold and rough. His clothes were dirty and worn; they did nothing to keep him from the cold that was heavy in the room. The lights were blinding and the whispering was still growing louder.

“Se-!” Ciel tried once more to call for his butler, but his voice would not speak his butler’s name.

‘Sebastian, help me! Get me out of here! This is an order, do you hear me? An order, an order, an order!’ Ciel tried to scream, but the best he could do was have the command play in his head.

Finally, the whispers began to quiet down; however, booming footsteps began to make themselves known. They belonged to a tall man whose face was hidden by the hood of his robe. The man began to speak, but Ciel could not determine what he was saying over the sound of his heart beating. He tried so hard to move, to scream, but his body would not respond to his commands. He just wanted-.

"Young Master? Can you hear me?" Sebastian's voice cut through the noise. Ciel wasn't sure if his mind was playing a trick or not, but he would grasp on to any glimmer of hope.

'Sebastian!' Ciel tried once more to speak, but the best he could do was let out another squeak followed by coughing.

"My apologies, I'm afraid this will be most unpleasant." Sebastian's voice said. Ciel didn't see how anything could be worse than his current situation.

Ciel felt something he could not see wrap around him and pull him forward. Yet, his body was not moved, his soul was. He felt like he had been ripped out of his body. Lights flashed, the world was moving past him at the speed of light, noises rotated in volume, and the world around him was freezing cold.

Suddenly, the world around him came to a crashing halt and his screams finally left his mouth. He could feel an arm holding him to a familiar chest as the other hand strokes through his hair.

"Shhh, it's alright. You're alright."

Sebastian words did little to sooth him. His tears flowed and screams rang through the manor, causing the other servants to rush to his room.

“Bloody hell! What happened in here?!” Bard yelled in shock.

The curtains had been ripped from the wall, the window was shattered, books and various other items were thrown about the floor, and the bedding was ripped to shreds. In other words, Ciel’s bedroom had been destroyed.

“I’m afraid the Young Master had a late night visitor. As you can see, said visitor was less than pleasant.” Sebastian explained before turning back to Ciel.

“Let’s get you somewhere acceptable.” Sebastian said, cradling Ciel to his chest has he moved to leave the room. Ciel had managed to stop screaming, but was still hyperventilating and would not remove his face from where it was buried in the crook of Sebastian’s neck. However, it was probably best that he didn’t see the full extent of his damaged room.

“If the three of you could begin cleaning this up, it would be a big help.” Sebastian said as he shut the door behind him.

Sebastian made his way to the sitting room in a calming silence (which was soon broken by Bard’s yell of, “Who the hell has this many eyes?!”).

Once Sebastian reached the sitting room, he attempted to place Ciel in his chair. Ciel made his displeasure of the attempt clear by tightening his hold on Sebastian and shaking his head.

“Alright, alright. I suppose we’ll just stay like this for the time being.” Sebastian murmured. Silence fell between the two again.

While Ciel was too shaken to feel anything other than fear, Sebastian felt awkward. In his defense, demons aren’t exactly known for comforting children. He didn’t have any experience when it came to children outside of his current contract. The best he could think to do was to attempt to mimic what the parents in the stories he often read to Ciel would do. He did make a note to mimic the good parents instead of the evil ones.

“There, there. It’s over now.” Sebastian said while using a hand to cradle the back of Ciel’s head.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.”

After a moment, Ciel finally removed his head from where it was buried in Sebastian’s neck and looked up at him. He had calmed down, but a few stray tears still fell.

“Is that what it’s going to be like?"

"What do you mean, my lord?" Sebastian asked, raising an eyebrow.

"When you take my soul... Is that what's going to happen?"

"Oh, no. Not at all. I can't lie, so I won't say that you will be exempt from any and all pain; however, it will be nothing like that." Sebastian hesitated for a moment before adding, "I promise."

Ciel briefly studies Sebastian before deciding to believe him.

"Okay." Ciel finally said as he again rested his head on Sebastian's shoulder.

No more words were spoken between them. They stayed like that for about an hour before Tanaka knocked on the door to inform them that the mess had been dealt with. Sebastian carried Ciel back to his room and attempted to place him back into his bed, but Ciel had other plans. He shook his head and tightened his grip on Sebastian again. The message was clear, "I don't want to be in here."

Sebastian thought for a moment before deciding to take Ciel to one of the guest bedrooms. Despite how shaken Ciel may be, he's still a human and needs to at least get 8 hours of sleep. The last thing Sebastian wanted to deal with was a sleep deprived master.

Luckily for Sebastian, Ciel seemed to be content in the guest bedroom and was willing to try to sleep. The only condition was that Sebastian had to stay and watch over him for the rest of the night.

Luckily for Ciel, Sebastian had already planned to watch over him.

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Sorry this took awhile to finish, I had a few different ideas and it took a bit to choose one 😅

I hope you liked the story, Anon! And for anyone else reading who may have enjoyed, please send me any requests if you have them (I get bored in class a lot 😂) 💜💜💜

"I didn't know!" - JayTim - Batman

"Hey," Jason spoke, "there's this new cafe that just opened up. On the corner of Smithe and Verance." He leaned against the heavy lining of the BatComputer, being entirely unhelpful.

Tim gave a noise of acknowledgement, busy logging information on recent arrivals of man power to the city. He's hoping there isn't a turf war about to start, and he'd be damned if he let it. Turf wars were notoriously bloody, the civilian casualties rose immensely, not to mention the culling of blood in the gangs. Insurrection within the gangs of Gotham followed immediately after, or even during, coups and mutinies were almost a guarantee. Everything in Gotham changed with a turf war.

It gummed up the morgue, the police station, and all the Bat's duties. It left other files open and investigations stalled. 

"Would you..." Jason paused, "We could meet for a coffee when you're free next."

"Ya,” Tim snorted, a small smile on his face “when I'm not running a company, running a super team, or running for my life."

Tim could feel Jason staring at him, but when he turned away from the monitor, Jason was already walking away, footsteps silent.

Weird.

Coffee, while a life fuel, was usually more utilitarian than an actual outing. Not that Tim got time for a lot of outings that didn’t arise from his duties. Maybe it would be nice to grab a coffee and sit down with Jay for a bit. Later though, he had to finish the logs.

Tim finally made his way to the comfort of his bed in the manor after hours of cross checking and flagging passports and IDs. He really tried to stay at the Nest as often as he could, but late nights made early morning bed times, and the convenience of the king bed and Egyptian cotton sheets above the bat cave was hard to pass up, especially when limbs were sore and heavy from prolonged usage.

Freshly showered, wearing a worn-out sweater, and sweatpants that weren't originally his, but he had laid claim to, Tim flopped down on his bed, pulling the large duvet over his head and mentally thanking Bruce for the black out curtains.

Trying to get to sleep was always hard, caffeine flowing through him and antsy energy to finish a case made him restless. Even after days and nights of office work and crime fighting, sometimes he still found himself running through his day while he hoped his body would fall victim to sleep. He would think over and rethink every Wayne Enterprise interaction, every client offer, all his decisions while on patrol, and if any of them were right.

Even his conversations with the Bats, was he too snippy with Dick? Did Batman agree with his analysis? What was Jay talking about?

‘When you’re free next’. Free from what? Like, when he’s not busy ? Did Jay need him for a mission? What if the coffee shop was a front? Surely Jason would have led with that. He wouldn’t want Tim to walk in there blind and he hadn’t specified if it was for recon. Maybe Tim should go check it out, if Jay had doubts about it, it would be nice to know if they were founded.

‘When you’re free next’

It didn’t sound urgent. If it was a mission, or time sensitive, surely Jason would have pushed. Or gone himself. How dangerous could a new small coffee shop be that Jay needed back up? Was it a front for something and Jay wanted to make sure no one encroached on his territory? No, Smithe and Verance were closer to the Diamond District, still outside the high class area, not too far from The Nest, but far out from Hood territory.

‘We could meet for a coffee when you’re free next.’

Tim mulled it over in his head, running every possibility, but no conclusion he came to felt right. Maybe he would just have to talk to Jason when he woke up, ask him all the questions he had.

As Tim was slipping gently into unconsciousness, a fleeting thought passed by, not a conscious thought, but one that just popped in, unbidden.

‘Sounds like how you’d ask someone on a date’

Tim’s eyes shot open.

It was the most plausible conclusion he could come to, and now that he thought it, it wasn’t going away. Tim sat up, grabbed for his phone, yanking the charger out, and called Jason before he could think of what he was doing.

Every ring felt like it lasted twice as long as it should have. Tim had gone to sleep before sun up, which meant more than likely Jason was still on patrol.

Did that mean he would take less time to pick up? Or more time? If he was in the middle of a fight, he probably wouldn’t answer. His private line should be routed to his communicator, forwarding calls to him while on patrol - phones never really lasted if they were brought on patrol – which means Jason should at least hear the ringing.

While Jason and the family were moving towards something akin to colleagues, Jason only answered the Bats when he knew he had a minute to spare; and a private call would not be seen as an emergency, if it were an emergency, they would contact him directly through his com.  Tim thought about moving to a com line to make Jason answer, but the com lines were as private as anything else when it came to the Bats. Which is to say not at all.

Just as Tim’s mind started to run faster, the click of a line opening drew his mind out of the potential spiral.

“What’s up, Babybird?” Jason’s voice sounding tinny through the phone line, his tone laden with lies.

 “I didn’t know!” Tim nearly shouted into the phone before he could think. He was met with a heavy silence.

“Are you in danger?” Jason’s voice got quieter and lower.

“What? No. I’m talking about earlier! The date! I didn’t realize what you were asking and I was so distracted and I hadn’t slept in far too long and I didn’t know!” By the end of his  frantic speech Tim’s voice had ended up whinier than he would ever have liked it to.

He was met with another bought of silence.

“Okay.” Jason replied

It was Tim’s turn to take a moment of silence, mourning his pride. “Okay.” Tim took a small breath, speaking softly, “I want to.”

“Okay.” A resolute sound, followed by silence.

“Okay?” Tim prompted, hoping for a small expansion of the idea.

“We can talk about it tomorrow. In person.” The tin of the Jason’s voice from the phone suddenly became far more evident, an echo chamber of lost privacy.

“Okay.”  Tim repeated, closed his eyes and flopped his head down on the pillow, wishing he could figure out anything more to say.

“Get some sleep, BabyBird.” Jason’s voice was soft, tinged with the sound of a small smile. Tim could see it in his head. It made him want to slap Jason.

The phone clicked off. The room sounded far too quiet now.

Tim opened his eyes, his hand holding his phone dropped to his side, bouncing slightly on the impeccably made bed. Where did the exhaustion of the day go?

Been on my mind for a while- sorry for not posting in FOREVER 💔

But short drabble bc

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The wind brushed against the fading green leaves, the trees lining a pathway deeper and deeper into the ever-growing scaping of plants and herbs and every so often a walker or more. The mindless chatter between you and Daryl dealt with everything and nothing, the conversation as flexible as the river that rushed so.

"Nah, that wouldn't work," Daryl huffed, his crossbow thrown over his shoulder and watching you a few paces ahead of him.

"You don't know!" You smile cheekily back at him, your arms out as you balance on the railroad, cracked and rusted from disuse, with small weeds growing inbetween the cracks and over it. "We could at least tr- oh, fuck-!" You startle, missing your footing and almost falling if not for Daryl quickly appearing by your side.

"You okay? Wha's wrong-" he looks down to see what could've startled you, falling quiet.

There, in the overgrown grass, simply grazing in all it's glory- a box turtle, eating a rather large beetle it found on the ground.

Daryl looked back at you, your shoulders square and a step behind the other man, watching the creature intently as if it insulted you personally. You saw the archer's lips twitch, likely biting back a small smile.

"...you jokin'?" His gruff voice finally rises, shifting the crossbow on his shoulder.

You bristled lightly. Who was he to judge? "Hey, turtles are freaky, okay? I'd rather not get biten from it, thanks." Maybe it was kinda irrational, but really, people downplayed turtles. They could be hella fast. And the way they bit? Mm, thanks, but no.

He gives a low chuckle that he fails to pass off as a cough, crouching down and carefuly tracing the yellow-black pattern of its shell as if to prove to you it was a harmless creature.

"Never thought I'd see you scared'a somethin' like a turtle," he teases, picking up the turtle. It immediately retreats to its shell on the touch, though its' sharp red eyes peek out from the pocket of where its' head is.

"Dixon, I swear-"

"Relax, 'm not gonna throw it at'chu," he rolls his eyes, looking at the boxed animal a moment longer before setting it back down. "Probably."