Anime x Reader blog! Ask box OPEN! Matchups CLOSED! Rules (HC, Scenarios) Number of Matchups: 6, Number of Requests: 10 ~Please remember I am a college student, so there will be a wait for each ask! I apologize for the wait in advance!~ Avatar made by HQ Smiles!!
Hi~ Can i have a bnha matchup, please, hehe? ^^" (i'm sorry about mistakes, i'm not very good in english;;) So, i'm INTP, taurus. I'm 5'7 tall. I have middle length brown hair (usually in pony tail) and green eyes. I love romantic and any physical contact. I'm not very shy person, but it seems like this. Sometimes I can be rude, but usually i very mild. I'm a jealous person and i like doing drama. I'm not very lucky person, so i often accidentally hurt myself. Thank you very much đ~
{Donât worry about your English! It was fine~}
Your BNHA Match: Monoma Neito!
At first he found you quite amusing to watch. He wouldnât try to stand out as a creepy guy, but he loved the time of the day when you would walk down the hall at the end of the day. Some days, you would be walking and run into someone, or trip on nothing at all, and he would silently snicker in his classroom. He isnât that much of a gentleman, so he didnât approach you or anythingâŚthat was until one day he caught some guys outside his class giving you a hard time. They were picking on your clumsiness and laughing out loud after you tripped and landed hard on your knee. He could see from where he was that you were really uncomfortable and in pain, and before you could even stand back up, he was offering you a hand. After making sure you were steady on your feet, he glared at the other students in the hall and walked you home. It was then that he realized that he wanted to know more about you. He made sure to see you everyday after that, and not just from his classroom doorway, but he would actually talk to you. He loves the way your voice sounds, and how his name flows from your mouth. He loves that you are smart and can hold a conversation worth listening to. The way he confessed to you almost sounded like a joke, but you agreed, and he sighed in relief (he had that âhaha! It was a jokeâ line ready just in case.)
*He is almost always touching you, like a hand on your low back, or playing with your hair, holding your hand. Just always close enough to touch
*He likes to cause drama so a life with him will NEVER be boring. And donât tell him youâre bored, either, he will go out of his way to cause a fight! (he once randomly tapped a girls shoulder and then said that you insulted her, not cool)
*PDA is up to you (other than the random touching he does) he doesnât mind showing you off to everyone, though, so some ground rules may need to be put in place or he could make-out in front of his classmates
*He likes making you jealous, just to see you angry. He will purposely set up his classmates to make it seem like they were trying to attract or flirt with him (obviously they would be really confused when you would come in and glare at them for seemingly no reason, taking Neito away quickly) he thinks its adorable!
*Dates are usually normal (walking around the mall, going to a movie, eating out) but sometimes, very rarely, he will make you dinner at his house. He likes surprising you with your favorite foods (all homemade by him) and then watching you eat happily
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Hi! I sent in a match up around late September, and I was asking if you could confirm if you have the ask. It's for BNHA, with an INFP Pisces.
Hihi ⥠as of right now, I donât have an ask with that type/characteristics! Also, if it was sent in late September, chances are that I have already filled it! Itâs hard for me to find Anon matchups, It would be a lot easier for the writer to search for it and find the one that matches them, than for me to try! Iâm sorry! You can always send it in again and Iâll see what I can do.
Oh that's alright. Could I get a match up than with Black Butler and Bleach? :)
{I can do these hehe, thanks! ALSO: please remember that I didnât continue after the Aizen/espada arch in Bleach, so if the information I have is skewed, thatâs why! Also, also: I understand. People die in Black ButlerâŚyeah, but are they really dead? hehe Not in the fandom, right?}
Your Black Butler Match: Dagger!
His charismatic nature is a good mix with your, more serious, personality. He enjoys taking you on adventures to help get your mind off of all the stress of life, even if itâs only for a little while. Youâre a good partner to him as well. With your observation techniques and his precise dagger throws, even Sebastian would have a hard time fighting you. When the two of you first met, he was performing, his skills impressing you to no end, and you had even worn your best. When he looked into the crowd and made eye contact with you, he almost missed his mark. He quickly finished his act, and ran into the crowd after the circus acts were over. He found you and tried his best to act casual and cool, but he just came off as goofy and constantly smiling. You giggled at his awful acting skills and asked him to be himself. He was surprised that you noticed, but dropped the act and the two of you enjoyed a fun night of the unordinary: exploring the circus while he told you all kinds of interesting stories and facts. He showed you everything, and then asked you to come back again. You agreed, but something didnât sit right with you, there was something about that tall dark fellow that really grated on your nerves. You decided to ask Dagger to come to your estate if he ever ran into problems at the circus. In the middle of the night, a week after he met you, he was pulled into your front yard by a beautiful woman, whose name you never got, and she dropped Dagger off in your front parlor. You talked your family into taking him in, and because your family was no stranger to money, they allowed the stranger to live there. They quickly came to love the man as much as you did, and they asked him to watch over you. He happily agreed and changed his life to serve you. Although, he wouldnât say ânoâ to having your hand in marriage.
*He is kinda a mess of a suitor. He is always happy and constantly by your side (unless you tell him to go away) he like a puppy
*he likes to hold your hand, and does it almost on reflex. Sometimes he gets a really sad look on his face, but you say his name and heâs back to normal
*he likes to hear your voice, and your laugh! He will do silly things in the middle of awkward silences to make you laugh at him! He also like to bring you little trinkets and beautiful flowers
*Will do anything for your happiness. Anything.
Your Bleach Matchup: Yasutora Sado!
When he first saw you, he actually talked first. The two of you happened to be in the same class for your last year of high school, and he was really falling behind in his studies for reasons unknown to you. He asked that you tutor him since you had gotten high marks on your most recent science exams. You agreed, but found that he already knew a lot of the material covered in class. You asked why he lied, and told him he knew it all. He became deathly quiet, and refused to look up into your eyes. He told you that he didnât actually need tutoring, that he was actually doing well in all of his classes. You became mad at him for wasting time. He apologized, but being the stubborn woman you were, you kept telling him that he needs to work harder for the things he wants. You were suddenly caught off guard when he pushed you against the wall and agreed with you. He did need to push harder for the things he wants. He told you right then and there that he liked you, and that he would do anything to make you notice him. Your face flushed red and you couldnât speak. He released the hold he had on you and left, saying that he would see you tomorrow. The next couple of days were completely different than the days before. Sado would come up to you and speak clearly, and would tell you he likes you everyday. You eventually came to like him back, and one day you hinted that you wouldnât oppose if he asked you on a date. And he did.Â
*Can you sayâŚcuddles??? His big body makes him the best cuddle partner!
*He is pretty secretive about certain things. He once left for almost a month without telling you anything. You were really worried when he came back with cuts and bruises
*He likes hugs more than anything else! When he hugs you, it sometimes feels like heâs sad or worried, but you hug him back just as snuggly and he relaxes
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{So since nobody gave me a grouping (lol) I picked my own. Tsukishima, Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi. Warning: May cause anxiety, a little bit sexual? I just needed a warning I think lol ok hope you enjoy! (BTW this songfic is more of a âI listened to this song as an inspiration, but the fic itself doesnât need the song, ya know?)}
SONG:Â âEl Tango De Roxanneâ from Moulin Rouge (youtube, Spotify)
Darkness consumes my sight. Where is this? Where am I? My mind blanks and all I see is black. I breathe a shaky breath. Music begins far away. My feet begin to move to the guitar. I look down and my naked body moves on its own, my hands crossing my body from my hips, then to my shoulders, then stretching up to the ceiling. I should be scared, but somehow I find comfort in the darkness.
Out of the dark, hands grasp into my own and a body presses against mine. Looking at the chest I feel my own red-frilled dress sway at my knees and a broad tux-covered chest pressed tightly against my own as we start to move in the void. I look up and the glare of glasses sparks in my vision. Behind the glasses, yellow eyes peer at me and a smirk plays on his lips. My mind can only ask silently who this tall boy is, but cannot make my lips move. He curtly whips my form around, dipping me harshly, my head falling backwards almost deep enough to touch the floor. Every movement calculated and hard, like heâs trying to break me. I shiver. He tightly grasps around my waist and neck and whispers, âThe way you look at me makes me think you like me, am I wrong?â
The darkness surrounds me again as his form vanishes in a fine mist or pure white sparkles. The music continues, the violins causing bumps to form on my skin as I stumble around a bit.
Suddenly, warm arms wrap around me from behind hungrily, and lips lock onto my right ear, nibbling it softly. Grabbing at the large arms, I see my snug leather dress wrinkling from his tight embrace. Twisting me around firmly, he grabs my hands and twirls me under his arm. Locking fingers back together, and grabbing his shoulder, half for balance, and half for posture, he holds my low back, pressing me up against his hips. With his glossy black hair over one eye, and a lazy smile on his lips, his figure bends over mine slightly. I start to feel myself melt in his dark stare. Releasing my hip, he turns away, and I unfold away from him, wanting to run, but he only pulls me back, hurting my shoulder with the harsh tug. I spin like a top back into his embrace, my shoulders against his chest. He pushes my foot with his, and we glide to the side. His left hand grabs firmly onto my hip. I stare up to my right hand as his fingers trail down my arm slowly. His lips whisper into my ear, âMay I be the one to take you home tonight, kitten?â
With a puff of red steam, he disappears, re-obsorbed into the blackness. My body grows cold, my feet beginning to ache from moving against my will. I close my eyes, hugging my body.
A soft, chilling hand embraces my cheek and I open my eyes slowly. Irises of gunpowder blue look lazily into my own as his hands glide slowly down my body and relax on my hips. My hands slide up his arms at the same pace and rest on his shoulders. I shudder, his cool air causing my skin to burn under his intense glare and thin fingers. My long, blue dress sways against my ankles as he twists me around, placing my shoulder blades against his chest. I reach up and grab his sharp jaw, and down to hold the hand at my hip. Crossing my one leg in front of the other, we move forward, our hips twisting in time to the music. He breathes in the scent of my neck, kissing under my ear gently. Exhaling, his voice huskily escapes his throat, âYou think you can play me and run? No. I donât think so.â
His body melts down my back as his form dissolves into the ground. I shiver, my hands shaking and a bad feeling sinks into my heart.
Both of my hands are grabbed in that moment and my heart drops to my stomach as Iâm swung around like a doll. My arms are stretched out and my gold-glittered train twists around my calves as he suddenly stops the turn. Looking up at my partner, his duo toned-hair spikes behind him and his smile blinds me. My eyes widen as his laugh echoes out into the darkness. Pulling me close sloppily, I collapse into his chest. He grabs my hand, almost crushing it in his strong grip, and his other hand slams into my back, trapping me between his muscled arm and hard chest. I gasp at the tightness, but he doesnât seem to hear me, continuing his steps and turns. Harshly, he grips onto my waist and Iâm left to his mercy as he lifts me above his head. I grab onto his shoulders and look down into his wild eyes. Pulling me back down slowly, he wraps his arms around my waist, suspending me against his chest in the air and yells, âIâve been watching you dance for a while,â he closes his eyes, only to then open them halfway, his aura changing, âyou will be mine.â And I fall out of his embrace as he disappears in a cloud of soft grey feathers. I land hard on my feet, then collapse onto my knees hard, gasping for air as the darkness now suffocates me.
Suddenly the violins seem shrill and distant, the soft guitarâs plucking a verbal attack on my eardrums. My heart beats like a drum visibly shaking my chest and reverberating in my head. My breathing is erradic. I close my eyes for a second time, hoping this nightmare will end now.
Opening my eyes, the music makes my shoulders tremble and my hands shake. I notice glossy black shoes and look up. The men now surround me and wrap their arms around my body at different places, picking me up off the ground. The music crescendos and asaults my ears, invading my mind. Hands caress my waist, my face, my shoulders, my lips. Every inch of my body is touched as I twist and turn trying to evade their fingers. The boisterous man takes my hand and caresses his face with my palm, the cool touch of the gunpowder-eyed suitor pulls at my hips from behind, my other arm is getting kissed roughly by the blonde, all the way from wrist to shoulder. My legs are being hugged by the glossy haired seducer, his lips curl into a hungry grin as he looks up at me from my thigh, his hands stretching around me and up to grab at my back. All of their eyes look as if they want to devour me. My breath no longer enters my lungs fast enough and I start to choke. Tears pool in my eyes and stream down my cheeks. The dangerous atmosphere makes my skin crawl and they hold me tightly, tight enough that I can feel all of their hearts beating in one cadence. They speak at once, their voices echo in my mind as my feet lose purchase and my mind rips apart.
âYou are mine.â
I shoot up in bed, my sweat drips from my face as I feel myself with my hands. My eyes dart around my empty bedroom as I gasp for air. In the background, I can hear muffled music and my heart stutters at the sound. I clutch at my blankets and rub my forehead. I reach for my phone, reminding myself that it was just a dream, and I turn on the device, blinding myself for a few moments.
Blinking away the flash imbedded in my sight, I take in the screen. The song playing sends a shiver down my spine, âEl Tango de Roxanneâ is displayed on the cell and pictures from my dream flash through my mind. Turning off the song, I shiver and lay back down, closing my eyes once more, hoping for a much more relaxing rest. As my mind slips into a reverie, I doze off.
Darkness consumes my sight. Four voices reach my ears like a cultâs chantings.
âThere is no escape, my love, not even in death.â
Hello! May i have a haikyuu matchup please?? I am a tall (5'10") curvy woman with medium length hair (for the most part, my sides have been shaved short!). Pisces, introverted, optimistic thinker, quiet and watchful. Im quiet when you first meet me, almost shy but im just listening to you talk and getting a feel for you as a person! When i open up i am friendly, affectionate, loyal, and happy! I have a deep love and reapect for psychology, and abnormal psychology is my jam! (Shy bean 1/?)
Shy bean 2/2) I love learning about people, supporting my friends and relaxing! If im not working or out and about - i spend my time playing videogames, watching documentaries or anime, reading fiction books, singing along to my music, cooking and taking care of my family and friends! I am patient with everyone but myself, i am a good advice giver, and someone you can always come to for help! I was wondering if you could expand on a crush development/ meeting senerio?
{Sure thing, hun! Here is your match! I put a break in it cause these scenario matchups tend to be a bit long looking.}
Your Haikyuu!! Match: Kageyama Tobio!
âUWAH!â
âHey. Youâre annoying.â Kageyama was trying his hardest not to hit Hinata againâŚfor the 5th time. Hinataâs eyes sparkle looking at all the volleyball merchandise. Going to a sports convention was one of Kageyamaâs dreams, and the Karasuno boys got extra lucky being able to come to one this big. If it hadnât been for Coach Nekomata, they wouldnât have even known about it. About 3 hours ago, the team split up into little groups to wander around the convention hall. If Kageyama had to admit it, he felt like how Hinata looked; his stomach had butterflies and his hands were itching to touch everything. He resisted the urge to dig through all of the professional volleyballs, and grabbed Hinata, dragging him down the hall towards the place the group was supposed to meet back up at.
Halfway down the hall, however, Hinata spots someone.
âKENMA!?â He rips from Kageyamaâs grip and starts running down the hall.
âHinata! Get back here, weâre going to be late! DUMBASS! HEY!â Kageyama takes off after him, but is suddenly stopped by a crowd. Clicking his tongue, he pushes through the crowd trying his best to not hurt anyone. Halfway through the crowd, a girl spots his distressed look, and wide-eyed, grabs his sleeve and pulls him out of the group. With almost a âpopâ, Kageyama is dislodged from the crowd and falls into the slightly shorter female. Standing in this awkward embrace, Kageyema looks up and was about to thank them, but his face turns bright red. The female was a beauty with a nice body and amazing hair. From this distance, her perfume was almost intoxicating, and he couldnât think properly.
âA-are you ok?â She asked. He watched her lips move and was hypnotized. He then noticed the nice red tint to her cheeks. She cleared her throat, and he snapped out of it.
âA-ah! Sorry! Yes, Iâm fine! Thank you!â He says, standing up straight. She fixed her clothes and noticed that they were the uniform for the school close to Karasuno. âoh, your uniformâŚyour from the school close to mine.â He commented coolly, even though his insides were swirling. He wished his nerves wouldnât mess with him this one time.
âAh, yeah? Cool!â She smiled, he blinks. âSo brightâŚâ he thinks, swallowing.
âS-soâŚIâm Kageyama Tobio, first year!â He bows stiffly. She giggles, and introduces herself as well. After this, the two of them talked for a while, and he explained that he was looking for a short, orange haired middle blocker. She laughed and said she was looking for her group as well.
âAh! There you are, Kageyama!â He turned his head and sees Daichi down the hall, calling for him and waving a hand by his chest.
âI guess I have to goâŚwill you be ok here?â He asks the girl. She looks down and fiddles her fingers. He scrunches his eyebrows and scratches his neck. âSomething wrong?â He asks.
âH-hereâŚâ She says, giving him her phone. He raises an eyebrow. She giggles and says, âc-can I have your number?â Heâs shocked. Typing quickly, he enters his number and hands the cell back to her. She smiles and gets up, saying âgoodbye.â He waves as she leaves.
Walking over to his group, Noya asks him who that girl was, but Kageyama is too focused on the text he just received from an unknown number.
from [unknown]: Hey! Itâs Shy bean ;P you know, (F/N)!~
The two of you meet up often, usually before his practices, and on weekends. One time you showed up at school early and Noya and Tanaka found you before Kageyama did, and you had to anxiously ask for your friend. Kageyama walked up behind you, wrapped an arm around your shoulders and accidently glared at his senpais. He never heard the end of it; they constantly picked on him for being jealous. He confessed within the first month and you happily accepted his invitation for a date. The two of you are super cute together and usually just hangout around town. Youâre almost like night and day: youâre kind-looking and cute, and heâsâŚwell, heâs Kageyama. He loves to hear your advice, and you learn a lot from his words and actions. He gets upset when you donât watch out for yourself, and will often worry about you.
Muffled silence...muffled yelling...a heavy pressure on his chest in a rhythm...red filtered through eyelids...someone, somewhere in the distance is crying and yelling his name...nothing.
Walking into the usual practice space, Oikawa stretches as the doors close behind him. Yawning he moves to the closed supply closet. Reaching into his jacket pockets he searches for the keys...but to his dismay they aren't inside. Confused, he scrunches his eyebrows and pats himself down. With no luck of finding the club keyring, he turns to look at the front doors. How did he get in without unlocking the door first? He moves back to where he first entered, searching. Nothing.
He then notices how dark it is in the gym. What time is it even? He can't even remember the walk over this morning. He goes to switch on the lights. They don't react. He gives up, suddenly exhausted, and sits by the door in the dark. His mind starts to feel fuzzy. He dozes off.
Click
Oikawa awakens to the sound of the gym doors sliding open. Shaking the foggy feeling off his mind, he stands to welcome his team. Slumping into the gym, Iwaizumi removes his shoes briskly and replaces them with his gym shoes, tossing aside the unneeded pair. Oikawa steps back, his smile faultering. Is he angry?
"I-Iwa...chan?" He says quietly, his voice coming out strange and soft. Iwaizumi looks over his direction, but says nothing in greeting. Instead, he walks over to the storage closet and unlocks it, walking in. Oikawa collects himself and walks over to the closet in pursuit of his best friend. Upon reaching the door, he takes a quick step back to avoid being run over by the volleyball cart. Iwaizumi pushes it past him without even a glance in his direction. Oikawa swallows dryly, the look in Iwaizumi's eyes is new to him. It's...haunting. Only with the close proximity can Oikawa truely see how gaunt and lifeless his one boisterous friend now looks.
Rolling the cart to the end line, Iwaizumi halts his strides and picks up a volleyball. Twisting it in his hands stiffly and inspecting its surface, he grips it tightly and looks up. Getting into position, he serves the ball...right into the net. Oikawa squeezes his eyes shut, the failure of such a simple serve makes him even more concerned. This uncharacteristic behavior of Iwaizumi's causes a shiver to run down Oikawa's spine. After several more failed attempts at serving, volleyballs now litter the gym floor. Iwaizumi walks quietly over to the net grabbing it harshly.
"Iwa-chan..." Oikawa starts, his voice wavering slightly as he approaches his childhood companion. "I-if I've done something...please, just tell me?" He stops about a foot away from the Ace's back. Iwaizumi stands motionless, his eyes devoid of life. Oikawa shivers.
Holding onto the net with his left hand and dropping to his knees, Iwaizumi lets out a strained cry as his right fist slams repeatedly into the floor. Oikawa freezes in fear. After the first few blows, blood begins to splatter against the waxed wood. The red in his sight jostles Oikawa out of his frozen state and he moves forward slowly, his best friend really scaring him for once.
"Iwa-Iwaizumi! S-stop. What are-what are you doing? Hajime!" The setter cries, putting up his hands to reach for his friend. Placing them on the man's back, Oikawa's fingers burn and prickle from the sudden feeling of the ice-cold shoulders. Eyes widening in fear, he quickly releases the Ace. The relentless beating of Iwaizumi's punches finally come to a stop, and is instead replaced my the sound of tears dripping quietly to the floor. The Ace sobs as his friend watches in agony, not knowing how to console the man.
"Why?" Came a sudden, gut wrenching sob from the Ace. "Why him...why..." the sobbing continues as Oikawa watches wordlessly. Iwaizumi releases the sagging net and covers his face, his sobbing increasing in intensity. Now practically bawling, the haunting mumbles of a broken man continue as Oikawa steps forward towards his Ace, hand outstretched, but fear doesn't allow the man to touch.Â
"Why him? Wh-why did he save me? Why me? He was so much better?!" The sad sobbing now changed tones and the Ace staggered into a standing position looking up at the ceiling, releasing a gutteral cry. Anger drips from his throat as he picks up volleyballs and throws them, sending some flying in all directions with strong swings of his legs.
"Why the fuck did you save me?! You could have been great! What am I?! Iâm nothing! I never asked you to die for me!" He yells, his voice cracking under the weight of pure grief, as he clenches his fists towards the ceiling. His arms drop to swing at his sides uselessly. Looking back down to the ground, he lifts his hands to peer at them in disgust.Â
"You were my best friend..." he closes his eyes and a wimper escapes his trembling lips. Placing his palms to his eyelids, the man whispers, "Why did you leave me here alone...Tooru..."
Hey guys, Iâm so happy that everyone likes my work, and thanks for all the requests!! Right now I have 6 matchups, 7 scenarios, 3 headcanon requests!
I have decided to close Matchups for now.Â
I WILL complete the ones that were given to me up until now, they will just take me a couple of days. Itâs not that I donât like to write matchups, but they do tend to get repetitive. Iâll reopen them later after I feel like writing them again, though!Â
{Sub-story to the father!Bakugou story, I thought I better do this before the idea leaves my mind haha! WARNING: CURSING}
Today was fucking awful. Too many kids, too many parents, too many people. I rub the bridge of my nose as I leave the hidden double doors out the back, my hero uniform still on, and causing a huge ass rash against my forearms. I snarl down at the abusive equipment. If only it wasnât so useful, I would have destroyed it ages ago. Looking around I see an opening in the tree line in front of me. I glance at the convention center I just left, and then back to the trees. Eh, they wonât miss me if I leave now; they have Deku there after all, Iâll let him take the attentionâŚfor now. I stretch my legs, running to the trees, breathing in the fresh air. My head thumps from the sudden movement. Apparently standing still and signing autographs causes more of a strain than I thought.
As I approach the trees, the tension is finally starting to fall from my shoulders, and I smile.
âAHHHHHHHH!â A child runs headlong into my legs, tripping me and I fall on my back, their small body falling on top of me.
âTHE HELL ARE YOUââ
âWAAAH!â Their small face full of fear, and tears streaming down their face as they yell at me. The fuck is this!? I sit there staring blankly. I then sit up, causing them to roll off my chest. Standing, I grab their shoulders and lift them to their feet. Then I kneel and ask them, as calmly as I can, what their problem was.
âVi-Villains! M-Mom!â I can just barely make out as they rub their eyes and snotty nose. I raise an eyebrow.
âBrat! Hey.â I shake them, and they stop crying for a bit and look at me. Something about their face reminds me of something, but I push that aside.
âBoom Man!â They scream, their eyes widening. I raise a brow, Boom Man? The hellâDid they only just now realize who I am?!
âMy mom was attacked by villains!! Over there! Please save her!â
âWHY THE HELL DIDNâT YOU TELL ME SOONER!?â I yell, standing quickly, and running towards where they pointed. Turning the corner of the small public bathroom, I spot a group of thugs surrounding a person lying on the ground. Picking up the nearest object, I launch it towards the thug closest to the victim. Bullâs eye! I love when they go flying. I walk towards the group calmly, my head thumping hard, pain erupting from the back of my head. Damn, this headache is awful. I look at the group as they back away, and feel the little girl hug my calf, making my leg wet from her tears.
âThe fuck are you still doing here?! You wanna die?!â I lift my hands up, the little explosions on my palms feel awesome after a day of clammy handshakes. I smirk as the group runs away screaming. Heh, serves âem right. Now, to help the victimâ
ââŚ(F-F/N)?â NoâŚno wayâŚ
âMOM!â The tight grip on my calf is released as the little girl runs to (F/N)âŚwait⌠Mom?! No wonder she looked familiarâŚ
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I ADORE your Shouto finding out he has a kid stories! Could u possibly do one for Bakugou as well? Thanks hun! :D
{SoâŚI started this and went âwaitâŚKacchan doesnât have a freaking hero name, though?!â and then came the awkward moment of âthen wtf do I call him in this?!â haha, so Iâm sorry I had to try and scoot around without giving a name since a hero name is pretty important to the series, and is a representation of the character and their development! This is also pretty long, so I wonât be doing a part 2 in a little while (You can still request it, just remember that it wont come for a while since I have a Shinsou one to do and a part 3 of Todorokiâs!!ANYWAY, hope you enjoy! (OH A BIT OF A WARNING: attempted assault.)}
Rolling over in the your boyfriends warm covers, you face Katsuki and smile, a tear dropping onto his pillow. This time of the morning is the only time you can look at a peaceful Katsuki, but this time your broken heart aches in your chest at his parted lips and relaxed eyebrows. Last night, you told yourself, would be the last time you would spend the night with your love. Lightly, you kiss him on the nose, not worried about him waking as you knew he was a solid sleeper. He scrunched his face in his sleep and you giggle saddly, coughing lightly from your tears, and roll off the bed.
Finding your discarded clothes on the floor, you get dressed quickly and walk over to his desk, leaving the note you had written saying goodbye by his school bag. Taking one last look across the room you would never be back to, you smile lightly at the messy fluff of blonde peaking out from under his covers as he sprawls on the bed. Latching the door softly behind you, the click making your heart twinge with guilt. As tears slid down your cheeks, you walk out his house for the last time, leaving the key he gave you in his mailbox.
âNo thatâŚthat canât be right! Iâve only had sex a handful of times! AndâŚand we used protection!â Your voice broke at the end.
âIâm sorry, but these are the facts. Look.â The doctor points to the exam results. âThis is the hormone called human chorionic gonadotropin, or hCG for short. It was in your urine and your blood. When this hormone is present, it means youâre pregnant.â The doctor concluded. Your face is still, a tear drips hotly down your face. His face turns sad, reaching out he lays his hand gently on your knee, his face turned towards yours.
âI can set up an appointment for a termination consultation, if this isnât something you wanted. You are quite young after all.â His voice is soft, trying to support you. You swallow.
âNo.â You say slightly bitterly, âIâll have it. Itâs not their fault I made the decision to leave.â You breathe in deeply. Exhaling you plaster a fake smile against your cheeks. âThank you for your time doctor!â You say, trying to convince your mind that this will be a good thing. After all, itâs the only thing you will have in connection to your lost love. The doctor gives you a small smile.
âOk then. If you need any help, please donât be afraid to talk to me about it. I will be here.â You both stand up, and you turn to leave the office.
âIâll see you in a couple of months for the ultrasound. Goodbye, and thank you.â You say, exiting the clinic, a hand on your stomach. The doctor waves goodbye.
Turning on the news in the morning, you set to work on getting your daughter ready for school.
âHoney, please sit still! Your hair is hard enough to control!â You say exasperated as you brush through the tangled mess on your daughterâs head. Somehow, her hair turned out to have the same unmanageable texture as her father, but was the same shade as yours. She fidgets slightly under the brush, grumbling about how it hurts. You sigh and decide to be lazy, just pulling it all up into a frizzy bun atop her small head. Bopping the frizzy ball of hair, you smile and say youâre finished. She jumps up and smiles brightly, and starts pulling your arm towards the kitchen.
You laugh at her antics but donât resist. As you turn the corner into the small kitchen, you ask her what she wants to eat. Your daughter starts jumping up and down yelling âEGGS! BACON! EGGS! BACON!â You giggle and open the fridge. Upon finishing breakfast, you help clean your kidâs face with a napkin. As you wipe the paper against her squishy cheeks her eyes light up.
âBOOM MAN! BOOM MAN!â She yells, excitedly jumping out of her chair to run over to the tv. You smile.
âDonât sit so close! Geez, girl, youâre making my head hurt!â You laugh and watch as she takes a step back and flops down onto the floor in front of the tv set, her big, red-colored eyes never leaving the screen. You turn to the tv and watch as your last lover poses for the cameras, a smirk spread across his features and your heart twinges. He still looks the same as he did when you last saw him, only now heâs working at an agency.
You laugh out loud when a reporter goes to talk to him, and then gets scared when he turns to her. His attitude hasnât change either, it seems. Shaking your head, you tell your daughter to get ready to leave. She doesnât act like she heard you at all, but slowly makes her way to her room while running around shouting âboom!â and sticking her hands out at things, imagining theyâre exploding. You turn the tv off as the news lady starts talking about a hero convention going on in your town this year.
The day was pleasant; the weather was sunny, the breeze cooling, but not chilly, and there wasnât a cloud in sight. A perfect day to take your child to the park for some fun. As you approach the open field, you look to your daughter and snicker. Her hair had broken free of its restraints and is now flowing freely on her head, the strands going all over the place, but it doesnât matter. Her face lights up when she ran out into the open grass.
âMom! Mom! Fireworks! Please?!â She jumps up and down, waving her hands over head making little finger guns. You laugh and point to the sky. Spark fly from your finger and shoot into the sky, exploding into little yellow fireworks. She laughs and jumps up trying to touch them, the lingering sparks falling around her. Your quirk isnât powerful at all, but it tends to be entertaining, the colors changing depending on your mood. She runs over to you and touches your thigh.
âTag, your it!â She then quickly runs away, laughing. âBet you canât catch me!â You laugh and start the chase, your longer legs catching up to her quickly. She shrieks and runs faster. She definitely got her physical traits from her father. You slow, your heart racing from the sudden exercise. After a couple of minutes of half-heartedly running around after your little girl, you finally fall to the ground. She runs over and kneels next to you, pulling out grass and laying it on your stomach while giggling. You look up at her, a smile on your face, thanking your earlier self for deciding on having the child. You reach out and start tickling the little girl, watching as she squirms around laughing and begging for you to stop. You stand up and lift her up. Walking out of the field you ask her what she wanted for dinner, to which she almost always replied, âMeat!â
While walking past the public bathrooms at the empty end of the park, a group of thuggish men walk out. Smirking, they start to follow you, cat-calling and chuckling. Telling your little girl to not look at the men, you place your daughter on her own feet and grab her hand tightly.Â
âHoney, listen to me,â You whisper, she looks up at you, her face no longer holding a smile, her eyes look worried. You continue, âWhat do you do when I tell you to do something?â You ask, she inhales deeply, and then without a second of hesitation, she responds.
âI follow it without question.â You smile down at her and give her hand a little squeeze. She tries to smile up at you, but it is crooked. You whisper some instructions to her.
Suddenly, a harsh hand grips your shoulder and pulls you backwards. Looking over your shoulder, you see one of the men holds a knife and the others have activated their quirks causing a change in their appearances: one has long, snake-like fingers, while another has sharp teeth peeking out from behind a sinister smile, the othersâ are harder to see. You release your little girlâs hand and she runs away from the group, leaving you with the men.
âHey! Stop!â One of them yells stepping forward. He was stopped by the guy that had grabbed your shoulder.
âNah, let âer go, man, she wonât be fun to play with anyway.â He says, smirking in your face. You snarl at him. âHa! This one has spunk!â He reaches for your face, but you step back, looking down your nose at him. You make a finger gun at his face.Â
âBack up, and donât touch me again.â You say, feigning toughness. You know that your quirk doesnât hurt very much, if not at all, but it can be used as a distraction to buy you some time to run away. You take a few steps away from the group. The leader, who holds his hands up in front of his chest, smiles.
âAww, come on, babe! We just wanna have some fun~â He says taking a step towards you. You hold up your other hand, pointing towards him with that one as well. He continues stepping in time with you. You âtskâ and fire your sparks, the red and purple fireworks flashing through the group as they stumble into each other in chaos. You turn and start to sprint, but your arm gets yanked from behind, and you land on your butt. Gasping at the pain in your shoulder, you look behind you to see the snake-fingered man grasping your upper arm.
âThat wasnât very nice!â The leader says, leaning down to grab your chin roughly. âWe were going to be gentle, but maybe you donât prefer that?â He begins to pull at your shirt. You yell and punch at him, but he punches you in the face. âStop makinâ such a fuss.â He leans over you and starts to pull at your shirt again, but he is suddenly thrown away from you.Â
With wide eyes, you watch as the man, who was hit by a trash bin, flies through the air past his group. Everyoneâs face is covered in shock. You slowly turn to look in the direction of your savior, and your face turns from shock to horror.Â
âK-KatsukiâŚâ You breathe out quietly. Attached to his leg was your little girl, tears falling down her face as she grasped tightly onto the leg of her hero. Katsuki wasnât looking at you, and instead walked past you to stand in front of the groupies.
âThe fuck are you still doing here?! You wanna die?!â He lifts his hands up, mini explosions releasing from his palms. The group screamed and ran away from him. He put his hand down, snarled, and looked down at you. He froze, his face unreadable.
â(F-F/N)âŚ?â His voice was soft, but it cracked a little at the end. Your heart squeezed in your chest, but the moment was over when your little girl ran over to you.
âMOM!â She wailed into your ear as she tightly hugged you. You caress her head, kissing her tear-soaked cheek, whispering to her to try and calm her down. When she is finally calmed down, and her sniffles are the only thing heard, you carefully stand up. You sneak a glance over Katsukiâs direction, and flinch. His face is covered in shock and confusion, an angry frown on his lips. You sigh.
âThank you.â You say, he flinches at your words. âYou really saved me!â You smile half-heartedly, hoping he doesnât catch the sadness in your voice. âN-now then, come on honey, letâs go home!â You start to move, but your daughter runs over to Katsuki and stares up at his face. He snarls, unintentionally down at her.Â
âWhat, kid?â He says, his voice bitter. He takes a step back. Your daughter giggles and sniffles.
âThank you!â She shouts, her voice scratchy from her earlier wailing, but her eyes sparkle as they take in her favorite hero. He looks down at her and a little smile appears on his face, causing your heart to ache.Â
âYou donât need to thank me. Itâs what a hero does.â He says, roughly petting her frizzy hair. She giggles. Then itâs like a light flickers on in her head.
âMOM! Heâs coming for dinner!â She yells, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards you. Shocked at your daughterâs sudden outburst, you take a step back and look wide-eyed at Katsuki. He looks just as shocked as you, but doesnât say anything against the idea. You swallow.
âUmâŚâ You stare at Katsuki, but then look at your daughter, and her puppy eyes pull at your heart strings. âHuuuuughh, fine! If Bakugou-san wants to come for dinner, he can!â You say, blushing, looking away from the two of them. The little girl squeals and begins to pull Katsuki by the arm. You giggle at his face of discomfort and awkwardness, as he is being dragged by the small girl. He looks up and makes eye contact with you, but you look away quickly.Â
Once the three of you make it to your apartment, which wasnât very far from the park, you unlock the door and your daughter runs inside, releasing Katsuki from the death grip. He grumbles and rubs his hand, looking around the small front door.Â
âSorry, she can be a little hyperactiveâŚyou are her favorite hero after all.â You explain, rubbing the back of your head in apology. He growls out an âitâs okâ, but doesnât say anything more. You walk into your place, and offer Katsuki a drink. He doesnât answer so you turn back to him.Â
Standing in front of the little table right inside the door, Katsuki picks up one of the several frames sitting on the top. Your face pales.
âSoâŚitâs just you and her?â He grumbles, looking out the corner of his eye at your face. You swallow, you knew this was coming, but you were still afraid of the outcome.Â
âY-yeahâŚjust me and her.â You try to avoid the obvious, hoping he doesnât ask about the father. He places the picture back down calmly, his movements slow and strong. You develop a cold sweat, this uncharacteristic behavior always bothered you, and you knew he was connecting some dots in his head.
âSheâs whatâŚ4?â He walks over to you, his face looking towards the floor. You nod, knowing that he can still see your movements. He looks up slowly. He opens his mouth to ask, but is suddenly interrupted by a loud screaming. The two of you turn quickly and rush into the living room.Â
Turning the corner, the two of you freeze, and then seemingly deflate. Your daughter is now cheering and hollering in front of the TV, rewatching the same rerun episode of Hero, Inc. that features none other than the man who is in her house already. You slowly look over to Katsuki, and break out in laughter. His face is bright red as your little girl runs over to him, chattering question after question and different comments on how cool he is. He looks into her sparkly eyes and itâs like the last dot is connected in his mind. He places a hand over the little girlâs mouth and looks over to you.Â
âYouâve got to be fuckin kidding me.â He says, his cold words cutting into your heart. Your laughter stops and the whole room turns quiet. He takes his hand away from the girlâs mouth and walks briskly over to you, a weird look on his face. He grabs your arm harshly and pulls you into a different room, slamming the door closed. Whipping you around, he pushes your back against the wall of your bedroom and slams his hand against the wall beside your head.
âIs that my daughter?â He asks, his voice low and deep. You swallow.
âYes. Sheâs yoursâŚours.â You answer, your voice strong, but tears threaten to fall from your eyes. He looks down, and you can no longer make out his expression.
âWhyâŚwhy didnât you tell me?â He whispers, sounding hurt. âWhy did you leave?â He asks, the last word cracking a bit. You swallow your tears. Reaching up, you place your hand against his cheek and find it slightly damp. You breathe in a shaky breath and bring his face up to look him in the eyes. Your answer was cut off when you heard his cellphone ring in the emergency tone. His body twitched at the sound. You smiled lightly and placed your other hand on his other cheek.
âAnswer it.â You say. He nods and picks up the phone, backing up a little from you. He growls a response into the phone.
âYeah. Iâll be there in 5.â He says, slamming a finger down to hang up. He doesnât look at you. âI have to go.â He rushes out of the room, and you chase him. As he is putting on his shoes, and your daughter grabs your pants leg asking whatâs going on, you speak.
âKatsuki.â He freezes in his movements and looks up, his eyes telling you how confused he is on the inside. You smile. âWe are free every weekday after 5, and weekends.â He smirks, and sighs, closing his eyes.
âAh.â He says and gets up to open the door. âIâll see you soon.â and he closes the door behind him leaving the house filled with silence. You look down at your daughter, and she looks up at you, her red eyes blinking in confusion. You giggle and rub her head.Â
{Can I just say that as I reread this, I was thinking that a side story of Katsuki getting approached by the daughter would be so funny! If anyone wants that, just ask! Sorry it was so long haha
Somebody please give me a character set (3-4) to write an 'El Tango De Roxanne' songfic on, please I have a great neeeeeed!Â
If you donât know the song, itâs from the musical Moulin Rouge, here is the song: YouTube, Spotify (The Youtube link is the scene from the movie, so it may contain spoilers?)
Romantic headcanons for Aomine, Kise and Kuroko with shy and quiet and patient s/o?
{I know this wasnât the second one you sent (itâs like the 3rd? I think?) but I wanted to take a short break on writing for BNHA for a bit, haha (áá˘ŕĽáŤâ) You guys really like BNHA! I have two longer scenarios coming along (Bakugou and Shinsou), and some of these headcanons in the works! Thanks for requesting!}
Aomineâchances are, he doesnât give two shits about whether or not his s/o is shy. Like boy will do what he wants regardlessâlike heâs clingy but not the cute kind, heâll come up and grab s/oâs butt, relishing in the cute reaction, and then lean on them complaining heâs tired/boredâhis s/o better be patient or theyâll be annoyed all the timeâhe is a really nice lover regardless, heâll be really supportive in his own ways âpicking and touching his s/o is only ok if he does it. If he sees some other guy treating his s/o in a way they donât like, boy will be down to fight âem
Kiseâclingy. Like REALLY clingy.âhe thinks their embarrassed reactions are adorable, so heâll be all kissy faces and snugglyâs/o will probably have to hit him or chastise him to get him to stop embarrassing themâheâs really kind and supportive of their shyness, he can tell when they need assistance in a conversationâdonât touch his s/oâŚjust donât.
Kurokoâhe is pretty chill anyways, so his s/o wont really find it too hard to get along with himâhe finds their shyness to be absolutely adorable thoughâhe likes the quiet times he gets with his s/o, and he likes the talkative times tooâŚjust really likes them hahahâhe finds ways around their shyness with questions and cute gesturesâwhen he introduced them to Kagame, he made a joke about Kagame, making s/o giggle, and it made the whole conversation more relaxed
{Alright, since I didnât really get any kind of response as to if I should, or should not, upload this type, Imma just do it just cause I think it works. It is technically an âx readerâ since itâs first-person POV. As I said before, I have been into the Halloween theme recently, and this kinda just...happened haha. Sometimes when I write, my brain just goes~ haha. YES I wrote the songs/poetry, NO the extra character isnât based on a specific character, but one could insert whatever character they wanted into the slot if they so choose (personally, I think a character like Suga or Hinata (HQ), or the âinnocentâ type characters fit the best)! I hope you enjoy! PS: I like to hear feedback! It makes me so happy!! Also, I havenât named this piece, either, because I am a terrible at names haha}
The forest behind my house is magical. The sound of wind blowing through the thick bunches of leaves on chill fall days brings me special satisfaction. I sit for hours in my backyard just listening to the birds sqealing and the crunching of leaves under hidden animals' claws. This day is no different than others, but I get lost in deep thought staring into the void. The shadows play with my eyes and lull me into a sleepy reverie. My mind blanks as the music of the forest coerses my body into movement. Lazily I stand, my legs moving forward as the ruffling of leaves begins to sound like a harmonic verse and the whistling wind between trunks, the accompaniment.
My eyes drowsily stare into the forest I approach, the warm-toned leaves dancing in my vision like flames in the setting sunâs rays. My feet near the edge of the forest and halt. Looking into the seemingly endless stretch of trees into the shadows beyond, I can almost make out the outline of a person. I smile languidly at their playful dancing among the tree limbs. Giggling lightly at how light my head feels, my eyes can only open halfway as I sway to the music flowing to my ears, the words a lovely lullaby sung only for me.
"How beautiful the lonely are,
whose minds can think in peace
What doest thou think of all day long,
While other's minds are full with fleece?"
The voice is light and breezy, it echoes in my ears. My eyes begin to close to the sound of their fluid vocals.
"Wouldst thou care to join me now,
And share with me your thoughts
You whose legs tremble still
Atop the reddened leaf that rots"
The figure draws nearer as I stand motionless. I will my eyes to open wider so that my mind can comprehend what this being looks like, but all I can make out are the veiny, translucent wings jutting from their back and the glossy strands of hair upon their head. Their face is covered over in a shadow but the glint of white teeth appear slightly in the form of a smile. I smile back, and my mind once again is filled with a haze of honey-thick dizziness. My legs begin to relax from their statue-esque state and my left knee bends.
"I wish to escort you now
Where my friends await your stop
Feasting and merriment resound
Upon the sunlit, golden treetop."
The song is sickly sweet, the voice echoes all throughout the wooded grove and my head begins to thump in time to the beat of the crackling branches above.
"Yes my love, follow my voice
To where my feet both sway
I call to you and you alone
To enjoy your last breathing day."
The latest sung words hit my ears and my mind starts to rebel, but it's too late. My body is no longer under my own control as my feet continue their slow procession into the thicker wooded area. The hazy feeling returns to my clearing mind, but it sickens me instead as I taste bile at the back of my tongue. I realize that I am headed towards the fenced off area of the forest, and I silently thank the thick metal for halting my progress. I sigh inwardly in relief, but my relief is short-lived as the metal begins to bend and melt.
"Humans, though they rule most parts,
Cannot control it all
And though they try to save their kin
No one can refuse a fae folk call"
The metal is rendered useless and my feet continue through. I shiver with anticipated doom as I close my eyes.
"Open your eyes my lovely please
I want you to see me true
waiting here with bated breath
Watching for the day I could call to you."
My eyes open, on the being's command and I see feet dangle in my view. My breath catches in my throat as my eyes ascend up until finally landing on the creature's face. Their eyes sparkle, a golden ring encircles their irises as they smile down at me. Their face is mesmerizing and I feel as though I could go blind from looking too long, but I can't turn away nor avert my sight. They reach their fingers out and place them gently on my cheeks. The sensation like dragging dew covered petals across my skin, as they trace my features. All I can do is stare at this being, as my mind screams at me to run. A chuckle escapes their lips and a soft echo of twinkling goes almost unheard, muffled inside it's throat. They swiftly back away from me, their velvety fingers leaving my warm cheeks slightly clammy. They spin around, my eyes barely catching the glimpse of a sinister smirk as they start drifting away from me.
"Under moon beams, within a ring
The toadstools form the gate
I take you thusly to my home
Where my brothers patiently wait."
The winged creature glides ahead as my feet crunch loudly through the thick underbrush. My ankles burn from the tangled thorns and brambles that cut my bare skin. My eyes tear up from the pain, but my feet continue sloppily trudging. After only a few more paces, my eyes squint as light ambushes my pupils. Through my lashes I see that we entered into a clearing where the moonlight is now gracing the tall grass with a misty glimmer. The creature flies up higher above me, a glittering mist puffing in their wake and settles around me. It lightly propels itself forward til it stops in the center of the clearing. My feet awkwardly stumble towards them and I begin to feel stranger. My limbs turn as numb as my mind, and the hazy feeling spreads through my body, only intensifying in the moonlight, until I stand by a ring of shrooms and all feeling is gone from my body. My eyes turn towards the flying creature and a smile spreads across my face, my eyes no longer open all the way, but it doesn't matter. As long as they are with me, I am safe; this being is my master, and I can only follow them.
"Jump, my dear, into the void
Our night has just begun
You'll feast until you can no more
And then I'll have my fun."
Without a thought, I jump into the center of the mushroom ring, and my feet fall through the ground. I laugh as the world falls upside down and turns black around me. The last thing I hear is the twinkling bells hidden behind a mischievous laugh as the light of the moon gets swallowed by the grass above my head.
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{Spoopy Halloween time!!~~~ I had this idea of a creepy story for one of my favorite Haikyuu boys, Miracle boiii SA-TO-RI!! Gotta love the creepy characters (how can they be so weird, but so adorable all at the same time!?) No one asked for this, but I am really in the mood for angsty, halloweeny prompts haha Tell me if you like it! ALSO I donât know what to name this! If you have a fitting name, please share with me!!}
Whispers attack his ears as the village townspeople all glance in his direction, a foreboding presence of terror resonating through the air. He closes his eyes, trying to calm the nerves that wrack his body as he walks with his head down. The gravel beneath his feet crunches with every step as he walks to his apparent death. This event happens every 18th year as the 6th son of the year of the red moon is born, he is to be sent on his 18th birthday down the well in the townâs center, never to be seen again. He swallows hard, his throat becoming parched as he dares a short glance upwards. Under the white hood of the cloak he was forced to wear, he just barely makes out the faces of frightened townspeople. Whether they were afraid of the well, or him, he wasnât sure.
âHeâs like a monster!â They would say, âIt must be the townâs curse, thatâs why his hair is bright red!â Yes, Tendou knew he was different. They say that it is from the red moon. His red eyes and hair werenât inherited from his rather plain looking parents, nor were they natural shades found around this village. When he walked through town, he felt like a giant next to the obviously much shorter inhabitants. Every time he looked in the mirror he was reminded of how much he didnât fit in. He passed the well every day, often imagining his sacrificial fall. The jump, the air as it swept past his face, and the eventual stop at the bottom. He often had nightmares of the fall, and would wake up in a cold sweat.
The well was of old stone, and that no one was allowed to look in. The story goes that the well is a gate to the âBeneathâ; a world where they devour the dead and live off of humanityâs misfortunes. Every 18 years, this hole to the Beneath would open, and the evil would wreak havoc on the minds of the townâs people, driving them to commit horrendous crimes and become insane. The only way to seal this gate is to appease the dwellers of the Beneath, and to do this, the town has to send a human sacrifice plummeting down the forsaken hole. Tendou, like the other villagers, believed these stories.
Being ostracized by the village children for being the chosen son, and being looked down upon by the elders, left Tendou by himself most days. He would wander the village without being reprimanded, and would do things to annoy the villagers just to get attention. Early on in his youth, he found that he had lady luck on his side, and would often gamble in the shadows of the town, winning money and candy. The shadows were the only place he could find solace. His only friends were the nobodies and misfits. Even though he was always pushed aside or ignored, he never once tried to leave home. He believed that the village, and his family, would be doomed without him.
As the painful years past glide through as he walks towards his fate, his feet move to a cadence, the cloak brushing his legs with each step until he is standing right in front of the well. He gasps loudly, the chill air from the wells depths hitting his face and causing him to shiver. This is the closest he has ever been to the mysterious well, and he takes a peek inside. Darkness is all that is seen and no sound leaves the hole. His fear comes to a head as his muscles start to shiver with his impending sacrifice. He looks up to his parents, the only ones who have loved him. His mother cries out and grabs his father tightly, crying into his shoulder. His father stands still, his face hard as stone, but a single tear sliding down the stoic manâs face speaks all the words Tendou needed.
The red-haired boy breathes in deeply and closes his eyes. Taking one last look at the townspeople who doomed him from his birth, he jumps. As this body begins itâs decent, fear grasps his limbs and his eyes shoot wide. No, No! Even if his life was bad, and the people hated him, he wasnât ready to die. His hands reached out to the walls, his fingernails chipping against the hard stone. His feet try to find purchase, but find no hold on the slick cold walls. His voice bubbles out of his throat in a gut wrenching scream as his body plummets down into the depth where he knows he wonât survive.
After what felt like an eternity, Tendou began to feel sick. His head began to get light and he notices that he no longer feels like he is falling. The air no longer rushes past him, but rather, itâs like he is suspended in space. He lifts his hand out in front of him, but canât see anything. He kicks his feet out in front of him, but they donât connect with the walls, instead they stretch out fully in front of him. He opens his mouth to call out, but no sound comes.
Is he perhaps already dead? Nothing more that a pile of flesh at the bottom of the well?
Something sparks in a distant place, he squints, but it is only a dot of white light. Is this the light I am to go to? The one where the dead can rest in peace? He reaches out, but he can hold onto nothing. He wiggles around with all his might, but finds that the light never grows closer, and he never got any closer to the light. His head swims with drowsiness and his eyes reluctantly shut. No! He must reach the light! He doesnât want to float in the Beneath only to be eaten by a demon. Tears come to his eyes, but they never fall down his cheeks. Instead, they floated in front of him, carrying the remaining thoughts of the lost, redheaded boy into the black void.
{So I combined these two! I have to say, Iâm not THE BEST at knowing exactly what everyone wants haha so I went with a more creepy vampire vibe, but if you would like something a little more friendly-like, please ask again! Also, I may or may not be in a creepy mode, because Halloween time is my all time favorite time (aside from Christmas lol)?! Sooo yeah haha here is Vampire Bakugou! Enjoy~!}
Opening my eyes, the room is spinning. I close my eyes, swallow hard, and try to reach my hand up to my head. My hands wont move from behind my back and I feel a cold metal against my wrist. My eyes whip open and I frantically look around, but itâs much to dark to see anything. How did this happen? Where am I? The smell of mold and something metalic suddenly hits my nose and I gag. Breathing in deeply through my mouth, I attempt to scream, but my throat feels numb still and I can only make a squeak. I try to calm myself down and look around again. My eyes can just make out the outline of a large bed, in the corner opposite of me, and I am leaning against what feels like a metal beam. I place my fingers on my wrist behind me and feel that my wrists are swollen underneath iron shackles. I shiver, was I kidnapped? How long have I been here? I canât even remember what I was doing before unconsciousness took me.
Just as I was trying to rationalize what happened to me, a light blinds me. Squinting, I see a figure standing in a hidden doorway in the wall next to the bed.
âFinally awake, huh?â Their voice was gruff and deep. I flinched lightly at the sudden sound of his voice.
âWh-what did youâ? Who are you? Wh-where am I?â I ask. He walks calmly over to my smaller form. Slamming his booted foot on the wall beside my head, he leans down slightly.
âShut up. You are nothing more than a walking juicebox.â I jump at his harsh voice, a cold sweat forming on my skin. He removes his foot, looking pleased with my reaction. âWell, maybe not so much the walking part!â He laughs loudly, but it sounds more like a growling. Squating in front of me, I can finally make out what this mysterious man looks like. His hair is a dusty blonde, his skin looks rough, but young. None of his freature are as extraordinary as his eyes, though. The red tint glows brightly out of the dark shadows that cover the room and his face. My muscles freeze up and my breath hitches in my throat. A wide sinister smile spreads across his face.
âYeah, be fuckin scared!â He howled, leaning his head back to laugh. Then whipping his head back down to lean into my nick he takes a deep breath in, cooling my already chill skin. âIâm going to drink every last drop of your blood.â His voice was deep and hungry, I shivered again. He licks my neck languidly and then I feel two simultaneous pricks at my skin. The feeling burns as he begins to drink. My vocals finally wake up, and I scream. Breaking away from my face, he slams a hand across my mouth.
âBe quiet!â He angrily whispers at me. He then sighs leaning his head back, the grip releasing slightly.
âIf youâre good, and are still alive after Iâve had my fill, I might think about letting you go.â He say leaning in and jabbing his free pointer finger at my stomach. I nod frantically, any hope is better than none, right? He leans back in and begins to drink again, this time the burning feeling doesnât hurt as much, and actually feels almostâŚgood?
