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im in love with this awhh

Slumber Party 🌙🎮

I love how ML fandom counts Félix and Amelie being British as the biggest proof they are evil

Ohh it definitely would actually.

The Unspoken Language

word count: 900+

warnings: angst if u squint

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Bokuto Kotarou and Akaashi Keiji have been teammates and best friends for years. They have always been in sync, both on and off the court. But little did they know that their unspoken language would lead them to a whole new level of understanding and intimacy.

It all started when they were on a training camp in a remote location. Their team had just finished a grueling practice session, and everyone was exhausted. Bokuto was lying on the grass, staring at the sky, and Akaashi was sitting next to him, observing him quietly.

"Hey, Akaashi," Bokuto said suddenly, breaking the silence.

"Yes, Bokuto-san?" Akaashi replied, turning his head to look at him.

"Do you ever feel like there's something missing in your life?" Bokuto asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.

Akaashi was taken aback by the sudden change in Bokuto's tone. He had never heard him sound so vulnerable before. He sat up and looked at Bokuto with concern.

"What do you mean, Bokuto-san?" Akaashi asked gently.

Bokuto sat up as well and looked at Akaashi with a pensive expression.

"I don't know... sometimes I just feel like I'm not good enough. Like I'm not living up to my full potential," Bokuto said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Akaashi could feel his heart ache at the sight of Bokuto's vulnerability. He had always admired Bokuto's boundless energy and enthusiasm, but he had never realized that he could also feel lost and insecure.

"Bokuto-san, you are one of the most talented and passionate players I know. You inspire me every day," Akaashi said, placing a hand on Bokuto's shoulder.

Bokuto looked at Akaashi and smiled weakly.

"Thanks, Akaashi. You always know the right thing to say," Bokuto said, his voice still tinged with sadness.

Akaashi knew that words alone couldn't soothe Bokuto's doubts and insecurities. He decided to do something that he had never done before - he leaned in and pressed his lips against Bokuto's.

Bokuto was taken aback by the sudden gesture, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he closed his eyes and let Akaashi's lips explore his own. It was a gentle and tentative kiss, but it was enough to convey everything that they had been feeling but couldn't put into words.

When they finally pulled away, they looked at each other with a mix of surprise and wonder.

"I... I didn't know you felt that way, Akaashi," Bokuto said, his eyes wide open.

Akaashi smiled softly.

"I didn't know either, Bokuto-san. But I know that I care about you deeply, and I want to be there for you," Akaashi said, his hand still resting on Bokuto's shoulder.

Bokuto looked at Akaashi with a newfound appreciation and affection. He realized that he had been blind to Akaashi's feelings all these years, too caught up in his own struggles and aspirations. But now, with this unspoken language between them, he felt a deeper connection and understanding with Akaashi than he had ever felt before.

From that day on, Bokuto and Akaashi's relationship took on a new dimension. They continued to be best friends and teammates, but now there was a subtle undercurrent of intimacy and affection between them. They didn't talk about what had happened between them, but they didn't need to - their unspoken language said it all.

During matches, Bokuto would catch Akaashi's eye and give him a small smile, and Akaashi would nod back, his eyes sparkling with pride and admiration. They would celebrate their victories together, their bodies pressed close, feeling the heat and energy of each other's presence.

Outside of volleyball, they would spend more time together, going on walks, watching movies, and just talking about anything and everything. Bokuto would sometimes touch Akaashi's hand or arm, and Akaashi would lean in a little closer, relishing the warmth and comfort of Bokuto's touch.

But their newfound intimacy also brought its own set of challenges. They had to keep their feelings a secret from their teammates and friends, afraid of how they would be perceived and judged. They had to navigate the complicated dynamics of their relationship, unsure of where the boundaries lay and what they could and couldn't do.

Despite these challenges, Bokuto and Akaashi persevered, their unspoken language guiding them through the ups and downs of their journey. They knew that they had something special and rare, and they were willing to fight for it, no matter what.

One day, after a particularly intense match, Bokuto and Akaashi found themselves alone in the locker room. Bokuto was taking off his sweaty jersey, and Akaashi was packing up his bag. They were both tired and sore, but they couldn't help but feel a sense of euphoria and exhilaration after their victory.

Bokuto turned to Akaashi and grinned.

"We did it, Akaashi! We won!"

Akaashi smiled back, his eyes shining with pride.

"Yes, Bokuto-san. We make a great team."

Bokuto walked over to Akaashi and put his hand on his cheek, stroking it gently.

"A great team, and a great couple," Bokuto said, his voice soft and tender.

Akaashi's eyes widened in surprise and delight.

"Bokuto-san..." Akaashi whispered.

Bokuto leaned in and kissed Akaashi, this time with more passion and urgency than before. Akaashi responded eagerly, his hands reaching up to tangle in Bokuto's hair.

As they kissed, they knew that their unspoken language had finally found its voice, and that they were destined to be together, on and off the court, forever.

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Hi!! i had chat gpt write this and i couldn’t not share it so here y’all go lmao!

guys! i wrote this like a year ago and its just been sitting in my notes app since. im most likely not adding anything to it or making a part two but enjoy!!

i’m running, fast, i can’t tell who’s chasing me. all i know is i’m scared. it’s pitch black, i’m on the streets, i couldn’t see my hands in front of me if i tried. i don’t know where i am, the road i’m on seems unfamiliar. 

i keep running. trying to find my way back. to where is unknown. i’m breathing heavily, my heart is booming in my ears, i can feel my head thumping along with it.

i’m sweating profusely. my hair is stuck to my skin. as i’m running i see something now. a light? it seems far away. the closer i am the bigger it gets. 

i finally get to it. it’s a portal? a door? i’ve stopped running. i’m just standing there; suspiciously staring at the light. everything that surrounds it is still completely dark. 

i’m about to step closer until i see a hand emerge from the light. i hear myself gasp. the hand is wrinkly, and grey, it looks like it’s connected to a being that just crawled out of the gates of hell. the fingers were long and the fingernails looked like they could pierce through iron.

i quickly come out of my daze and try to step away, i successfully take a couple more steps back. i’m still facing the hand careful not to take my eyes off of it, scared that it might get closer and snatch me the second i let my guard down.

as i step back i run into a body. it grabs me, i scream as loud as i can, worried for my life.

there’s a pressure on my wrist. my head snaps towards the feeling. goosebumps creep up my arm. the blood drains from my face. 

there is a hand gripping my carpus. it’s a grey colour. the fingers are long and bony. the yellow tinted fingernails couldn’t even be called nails; more like claws. 

i look back to where the portal is supposed to be. i see an oval-like shape forming in the portal. the oval molds into a more defined shape. it appears to be a face but doesn’t look human. 

the white light only gets brighter and i can hear a loud ringing sound, but not like the kind that you get in your ear at random times. more like that high-pitched tone you hear when you get close to the television. or a steaming tea kettle.

the hand that came from the portal earlier is now an arm. the hand is wrapped around the edge of the light source. 

the grip on my wrist gets stronger and i start to wince at the pressure. the contrast of the warmth of my skin and the unwelcoming icy grasp is intense.

that wretched thing is still making its way out of the gate, slowly, as if building suspension. 

the head tilts to the right, and i see its eyes, or where its eyes are supposed to be. instead of the whites, irises and pupils i was expecting, there were two dents where eyes are usually located on humans- almost like craters. there was just two holes in the shape of nostrils in the middle of its face. there are no lips on the creature. you can only see the rows of sharp teeth. its skin is grey and the thing is clearly tall- at least seven feet. its hair is long and jet black, it’s matted down. 

the creature behind me has taken ahold of my other arm while i was observing the thing. it has both of my hands behind my back, its slender fingers holding both of my wrists together with inhumane strength.

This is such a good series!!

‘Aberration' Masterlist

“Ah, welcome, Ms. Y/N! Thank you for accepting the job offer we extended to you. We are glad to have you with us. Your expertise on the subject will help us further our study on these mutations and what we can do to cure them. Now, I need you to study this information I’m going to be giving you. You are about to meet the eleven inmates that currently reside in this institution and it is vital you follow all the rules in place for each one. We will soon be proceeding to meet each one.

And may I remind you…

These individuals are extremely dangerous.”

In this world, mutations, renamed as ‘Quirks’, are abnormal. Only about 5%-8% of the world population are known to have these so called ‘Quirks’. You are a graduate of one of the most prestigious science tech schools in the country. You’ve been selected to work for a secret scientific research facility that houses some of the most notorious criminals in the nation. Besides their crimes, what makes these individuals incredibly dangerous are their mutations. After meeting these individuals, they seem to have taking a liking to you. That should make your research and search for the cure all that much easier…

Right?

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 7.5 - Chapter 8

[TAGLIST IS CLOSED]

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Abberation Bonuses:

Cannon ‘HC’:

Inmates from most to least likely to hurt you [asked by anon]

How loud the inmates are in bed [asked by anon]

How the inmates would react to Aizawa calling you ‘Sweetcheeks’ [asked by anon]

What would the inmates talk about besides their quirks and crimes [asked by @dementedinc-blog​]

Headcannons:

Inmates finding you out on a jog a month later - Part 2 [asked by @yoshimochii]

How the inmates react to you having period cramps [asked by anon]

How the inmates would react to you wearing a wedding ring [asked by anon]

Fanart:

Inmate Tamaki Amajiki by @simply-not-the-same

Inmate Katsuki Bakugo by @blissfullyrhea​

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Various MHA x Fem!Reader

Horror/Thriller/Yandere

Warnings: Will contain mentions of murder, assault, cannibalism, stalking, torture, arson, terrorism, and other felonies, Yandere themes, Sexual assault, Mental illness, abuse. Will add more as I write. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR. DARK CONTENT.

Disclaimer: Characters are aged-up. I do not own MHA nor do these personalities represent the writers, characters or VAs of the show. This is strictly fiction and for entertainment purposes only.

A/N: Loosly inspired by @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l amazing story Zemblanity and @gaiyofanfiction story Twisted Karnival

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© bakuhoes-dumbass 2021 - All rights reserved. No work shall be reproduced, reposted, modified, translated in any form or by any means.

men are REALLY hot when theyre in pain

there's something so incredibly cute and endearing the moment choso starts picking up on your lingo, habits, anything you basically do or say that makes up your personality, and turns it into his own the moment he gets comfortable in your relationship.

like that's his phrase now. you're the copycat here! and those pinterest memes you send him over text? yeah, you stole them from the chat that he sent, by the way.

there's no way he'll admit it either if you poke fun at him for being a mini-you because it's so unintentional that even he genuinely can't remember where he heard it before until he met you.

he's a bit clueless in this sense but having a boyfriend that actually engages in your humour and turns it into his own thing was why you ended up falling in love with him.

i also just feel like there are a lot of things he does without knowing because he loves you too.

like his love language is very much words of affirmation, and whenever you praise or tell him something that he wants to hear, he'll repeat it over and over again in his head because you were the one who told it to him.

like yes, he is your good boy, and then he'll basically start telling himself that he's a good boy in his head over the smallest accomplishments or something.

i love how much of a simple guy he is to please too, and often times than not, he's more infatuated with listening to your hobbies than you actually liking or doing them yourself.

but don't be surprised if the next day after this he demands you to do this 'extracurricular' with him. and if you say no, he'll definitely feel left out and will probably pout like a dog when their owner didn't give them chin scratches that day.

he's so so sooo golden retriever coded though...definitely the type of boyfriend to giggle and swing his feet whenever you're excited, it just means he is too.

this.

Kenman is such an underrated friendship (and just ship in general), they have so much chemistry and are stated multiple times to be sbf's like Stan and Kyle yet people always make Kenny hate Cartman in their content and it just comes across so ooc. They literally have matching bff necklaces and Kenny consistently joins Cartman in being a shithead and laughing at stuff he does, yet the fandom tries to overly moralize Kenny when he's an asshole too. And don't even get me started on how much they sanitize Butters 😭 All three of them are dicks

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Poly!Nope Squad x Reader: Missing Stuff

This is short and sucks but it’s just a test imagine to see if anyone would like me to start making Nope Squad poly imagines. The basic Nope squad includes Tsukki, Akaashi, Kunimi, and Kenma if you want me to include Suna and Shirabu then I can.

Kozume tilts his head to the side as he looks around his gaming room office after telling his stream he would be right back. Not too long ago he had placed his hoodie on the couch but now it was gone. Scratching his head Kozume opens the door before going down the hall to the bedroom he shares with his lovers. Inside of the room was Akira who seemed to be missing something as well.

“Kozu, have you seen my teal jacket? I haven’t been able to find it.”

Kozume shakes his head at Akira, “No I haven’t, though I can’t find my hoodie and I know I just had it.”

Continuing to look around the room for their missing items they end up going to Keiji’s office. When entering the room they see Keiji hard at work on an editorial assignment HWS. (Huge Weekly Shounen) Looking up at Akira and Kozume he raises an eyebrow in question. Kozume soon explains the issue to him as he nods his head. “I thought it was only me, my sweater has been missing all morning and I’ve looked everywhere.”

After explaining to them Keiji agrees to help search for their missing items. Making it to the living room downstairs they spot Kei watching tv. Noticing their presence he glances up at them he listens as they explain once more what’s going on.

“Maybe Y/N washed them, that’s what I assumed when I couldn’t find one of my shirts.”

After considering Kei’s words they realize that they didn’t even think to ask Y/N. As if they could guess what each other was thinking they begin to look for Y/N. It was as if they were hiding somewhere and didn’t want to be found. Walking past their movie room Kei notices a small giggle before peeking in. There on the floor surrounded by pillows was Y/N covered in the missing articles of clothes.

A small smile appears on his face before he calls over his other three partners. Making their way over to Kei they pick into the movie room after he points inside. They also noticed their adorable s/o giggling at the screen of their laptop as they cuddle into the boys’ clothes. The sight brought a smile to the rest of their faces before Keiji made his way towards Y/N.

Taking a seat next to Y/N he hears a surprised gasp as Y/N looks up at him. “Did I...do something wrong?”

Shaking his head he smiles beautifully, “No, you’re just too cute.”

Coverings your face with your hands as he speaks you peek between your fingers at your other boyfriends. They had made their way into the room near the two of them. Even as a mostly quiet yet calm couple they found theirselves laughing and talking animatedly. With a smile on their faces they admired how adorable their partner looked under their clothing. Soon enough they were cuddled up together as if their lives depended on it. Story be told that Kozume’s stream was still waiting for him to come back.