BP Yandere Hc

BP Yandere Hc

Tw: yandere related things, nothing graphic. Mild drugging( just to put you asleep nothing more), manipulation, isolation, mind games.

Out of all the others, Nightowl is the most obvious but that doesn't mean much. Nightowl is smart, he plans ahead of his plans as soon as he realizes you're meant to be his.

The only moments he slips up is when he's drunk or jealous, and at worst both.

Though when he sobers up he's easily able to throw your worries away, letting his plan flow well.

When you flew over for his graduation he was excited to start the fun part of the plan, making you his.

You were currently searching for your ticket home. You were starting to feel dumb for only getting a physical ticket, and not saving any of your flight login information.

“Have you found anything yet?”

You yell hoping your boyfriend was having better luck than you were.

“No, I'm not seeing it, I'm moving on to the kitchen.”

While you were searching your bags for the ticket, Nightowl was searching the small living room he had and now the kitchen. You moved to search your smaller bag for the third time, letting the frustration take over you dump everything out on the bed, letting out an aggressive sign. You search the contents and give up, it's not here, you let your head fall onto the bed, letting out another grunt. You can hear Nightowl shuffling around in the kitchen, you hear it stop, you know he's coming to check on you but you keep your head down.

“Cutie?”

You don't answer as he approaches, resting his hand on your back.

“Hey. don't give up, there's still…”

He looks at the clock on his watch, you have 3 hours, but all the other clocks say you've got one.

“An hour before the plane leaves!”

“I have no ticket Nightowl, and it takes at least 30 minutes from here to the airport, and then there's customs. I'll never make it.”

He's slightly disappointed by how angry you are, you should be happy to spend more time with him. He pushes it down as he coos at you.

“It's ok.”

He pulls you into his arms.

“It'll be fine, it's one day. Just relax, you've been so stressed, take this time to rest. I'll help you get a new ticket tomorrow. Ok?”

“Okay.”

Your voice is faint.

“Let me make you some tea.”

He helps you up and leads you to the living room, seating you down on the couch as he moves to make you tea, with a little more than a splash of NyQuil, just so you'll be asleep long enough to miss the plane. When you are asleep Nightowl resets all the clocks to the accurate time,

You had almost spent a month living with Nightowl, and though you loved him, you needed to leave, something was wrong. Every ticket you bought online, or paper, would disappear. You really wanted to trust Nightowl but he was always asking where the ticket was, and if you moved it he would get, almost angry. So you bought a ticket without his knowledge, packed your bag and got ready to leave. You sign the note before heading out when the door opens. You stood there, bags and suitcases ready to go, and Nightowl blocking your way, holding the groceries he went out to buy.

“What's this?

“I'm leaving.”

“You don't have a ticket.”

Nightowl closes the door, locking it.

“Yes, I do. Why'd you lock the door?”

“There's been reports of thieves around here recently,”

You don't believe him but you let it slide.

“I've got to go Nightowl, I've been here a month, my employers are threatening to fire me. I'm surprised it hasn't happened yet, theve been so understanding.”

“A month, I can't believe it’s been that long.”

Nightowl tries to avoid the topic.

“Nightowl.”

Your head is hung low, your voice quiet, dangerous. Nightowl doesn't dare respond.

“Why am I still here?”

“You never have your tic-”

“Why?”

“Well, we're both pretty clumsy and-I mean I misplace things all the time I thi-”

You raise your voice but not your head.

“I'VE LOST 3 PAPER TICKETS AND 3 ONLINE ONES, YOU INT MISPLACE THAT MANY TICKETS.”

“Wow calm down, relax cutie. Let me make you some tea.”

“TEA?”

Your voice drops.

“Tea? The tea that tastes like cherry medicine? That makes me sleep for hours?” “What? Why didn't you tell me it did that? I honestly had no clue that was what it tasted like, or that it was causing you to sleep, I can buy a different kin-”

You wanted to trust him, but you need to know if he was lying.

“Dump the groceries.”

“What?”

“DO IT!”

You lift your head as you yell at him, his voice was calm but when you saw his eyes you could see how angry he was, his face a scowl. You watch as he dumps the bags. The first thing you spot was flavorless NyQuil.

“What's that for?”

“For colds.”

His voice is no longer hiding his anger, he knows that his eyes gave him away, so he let his cold voice out.

“Flavorless?”

He decided to give up altogether. Taking a step toward you.

“I knew you were catching on to the tea, the cherry flavor was too much, so I fixed my plan accordingly.”

“Plan?”

“So you haven't figured it out completely?”

He takes another step, shoving the groceries out of his way.

“I planned this, all of it, I thought I'd be able to make you stay long enough you decide you wanted to stay.”

“Well I don't.”

You move to leave but Nightowl grabs your arm.

“And if you didn't want to, I’d make you.”

He was inches away from your face, now close up you could see how terrifying he was. You wanted it to stop. You started to hope this was a joke, you started to laugh, nervously.

“I get it, it's funny.”

You were met with silence and a stare, this isn't a joke.

“Nightowl, please, I don't, I don't like this.”

“Well, it's not a joke cutie. You're staying here, as long as I want you to.”

Quest doesn't necessarily realize what's going on.

At first, it's just love, he adores you.

But eventually, he getting these thoughts , obsessive ones, wanting to keep you, wishing you'd stop talking to others. He shakes his head trying to stop the thoughts.

He thinks he has it under control, that it's fine, he'd never act on it.

That till he actually sees you, in person, he holds you, he won't let you go, he won't lose you.

It's the morning of your flight, you wake up in Quest's arms, you look at his sleeping face. He looks so at peace like he's never been happier. You wish you could stay longer than this morning, but your flight leaves at two and you haven't even packed. You kiss Quest's face, hoping to wake him up in a sweet way, it works.

“Morning angel.”

His voice is so low and gravely as he wakes, it makes you want to snuggle closer, so you do, Quest squeezing you a little tighter in response.

“Morning.”

Quest's eyes stay close as he talks.

“I love this.”

“Me too.”

“I could wake up like this, every day.”

When you hear it you hear a wishful statement.

“I could wake up to this, every day.”

Quest says it again, this time it's a realization. He realizes not much stops him from keeping you. But you still hear it as a wish.

“Yeah, I could too.”

He squeezed you tighter. You decide to rest a little longer, he's just so warm. When you wake it's only a few hours till your flight, you try to get out of your boyfriend's arms, already running late, you realize you can't, so you try and wake him.

“Quest, baby, I need up, I'm late.”

He slowly wakes up, keeping his eyes closed.

“No.”

You laugh at the pout your boyfriend gives.

“Seriously, I need to go. I know it's hard but I can't stay here forever.”

“Why?”

You blush, wondering if he was already suggesting moving in with him. You loved him, and this time but you weren't ready for that.

“Because I can't, my life isn't here, nor is my job.”

Quest stays quiet, you thought he was going to give in but then his arms tighten, you can barely breathe.

“Quest?”

No response.

“Babe?”

Once again no response, limited time, and limited air make you panic as you try to wiggle free.

“Quest, please, i-”

You run out of breath for a second.

“I'm-”

You stop yourself, you don't want to say it, you don't want to hurt him. You close your eyes trying to struggle out more. When you open your eyes you notice his eyes are open too, and they're filled with disappointment? Angry? Frustration? Whatever it is, it is strong, and terrifying as he says the word you dared not to say.

“Scared?”

You don't want to but that look and voice make you tear up as you nod. You watch as Quest thinks. He realizes that if you're already scared, there is no point stopping now. He looks you in your eyes as his voice softens.

“You won't be leaving.”

Then he adjusts himself, making sure that you're unable to escape, he drifts back to sleep, loving that you'll always be there when he wakes.

The strange thing about Nakedtoaster is that he doesn't need you to be with him the whole time, he just needs you to be alone.

Sure they'd love it if you were always around him and him only, but he's also content with keeping you away from everyone else.

As he researched more about the author of blooming panic and the server, Toaster was able to hack part of the system, they were pretty proud about it, till it was reverted. He wondered why, but not for long, as Bloombot was quick to introduce themselves to Toasty. Warning them, telling him to stop digging. Toasty figured it out as soon as Bloombot showed itself, so Toasty struck a deal with Bloombot. They'd keep Bloombot’s secrets and wouldn't mess with most of the code but he wanted to help with something. Bloombot agreed to help and allow Toaster to do as he pleased, to keep you isolated from others.

They worked together making it so only you and Toaster could see your messages, making it so they controlled who you talked to, what discussion you were a part of, and keeping you from voice chats.

It was barely two weeks in and you started to realize something was off. Whenever you were added to a new discussion you were kicked immediately, whenever you tried to add to the discussion you were ignored, if you tried to join a voice chat your “internet” went out. The only time this wasn't true was when it was only Toaster. You thought they were an honest person so you asked him if he knew anything. They logged off. You were confused, maybe they were busy, something came up. You even start to consider that you were exaggerating or imagining it, and then you were tagged in general. Switching chats to read what they wanted.

Quest:

I'm really starting to worry about @ u/n

It's been weeks since they've been online

Weeks? You'd been on almost every day for the past few weeks, you participated in the discussion. You thought they were just being assholes, ignoring you, maybe playing a prank. The discussion blows up with concern. You try to add on, telling them you are here, that you don't like this prank, but nothing changes.

Quest:

@Nakedtoaster, you've gotten close with them, do you know anything?

You wait, and soon enough toaster logs back on. You immediately jump to your and his individual discussion, you spam their at till they respond.

U/n:

What's going on?

Nakedtoaster:

There being asses

U/n:

What do you mean?

Naked toaster:

A while ago they all made a plan to ignore you till you decide to leave the server

I know

it's terrible

U/n:

That doesn't sound like them

Nakedtoaster:

Trust me, I've known them longer

This is what they’re really like

This isn't the first time they've done this

You don't reply for a while so Toaster continues.

Nakedtoaster:

Here, see they just ignore your messages

Attached is a screenshot of the other discussion, the words you typed were on the screen but everyone ignored them.

Nakedtoaster:

I know its

Horrible

I tried to change their minds but

It was them versus me

If I was you I’d just leave

U/n:

But what about you

You are one of the few people I've connected to in a while

I don't want to lose that

Toaster smiles at their screen, it was working

Nakedtoaster:

Give me your number

U/n:

You know that won't work

Nakedtoaster:

Just

Just try it once more

You type it out and hit send, astounded when your message isn't deleted. Even more surprised when your phone buzzes.

"Hey sweetheart, it's Nakedtoaster."

You respond.

"I can't believe that worked, we can talk out of the chat now, without the censors!"

"I know, this is the best thing that happened to us. You should leave the server now. It doesn't serve you anymore."

For a long time Toaster stares at his screen waiting, and waiting for the words ‘U/n has left the server’ to appear on his screen. They wait and wait, and when they can't wait anymore he types a message.

"Just do it, they’re no good for you."

You look at the message, all the hesitate in your body leaves as you leave the server. Unaware of the confusion and worry you caused every member other than Nakedtoaster.

The first part of his plan was executed, soon in the next few weeks, Toaster would convince you that everyone, other than himself was against you and that he was the only safe person, the only one you could trust.

I think this one might be a little controversial but it's what I think he’d be like as a yandere.

I think Xyx is okay with you interacting with others, as long as he's there.

He's also not secretive about what he's doing, he has a lot of power and doesn't need to hide what he's doing, he also likes the cat and mouse game you try to play.

As soon as he had you in his house he revealed his plan. Told you how you would only ever leave this house with him by your side, how no one would ever believe you. How you should just accept that you're his.

Xyx had picked you up from the airport. You were ecstatic, till it all started to go downhill. The first thing was when he left your suitcase at the airport after you said it wouldn't fit on his bike.

“You don't need it anyway.”

You were ready to yell at him as he started his bike and drove you to his home. You tried to start the fight when you got inside his home but he shut you up quick.

“I told you, you don't need whatever was in that suitcase. Everything you need is here, and if it's not I can get it for you.”

“What are you saying Xyx? My ticket was in that bag, are you going to buy me another one?”

“No.”

“But you sai-”

“I know what I said doll. You don't need that ticket. You won't be going back.”

“You aren't making sense Xyx.”

“You live here now.”

“What?”

“You're going to live here until I get bored of you. You are going to be my living doll, doll.”

“No, I'm not, this is, this is insane.”

You start to head to the door, trying to leave.

“That won't work.”

You jiggle the door, it's locked, you move to the windows, they don't open. You turn around facing Xyx, he’s blocking the doorway, smirk on his face.

“Just give up. I've got the money, I've got the connections, I've got the acting skill to fool everyone and anyone. You're mine, and no matter what you do, you will always be mine. Now let's have dinner, my love.”

He turns his body leaving the doorway open, you think about running and finding a backdoor, but then you see his face. He's daring you to do that, he wants to see you run and fail, he likes this. You give in, slowly walking over to him and into the dining area, and sitting down at the table.

“Perfect.”

Hello can I have a mha matchup please 💕

A fight drabble, were you choose the ending

She/her, bi

Personality: I am very empathetic, always trying to keep the people around me happy (even if I'm not in the end) I hate disappointing people so I can over work myself sometimes. Mostly I am kind and polite, but a I get very sassy moments (I can also be very sarcastic). Im also kind of reserved when I first meet someone and it can take me awhile to show my fun, goofy, happy side to them

Love language: physical touch

I want someone who has a good scenes of humor, is kind and friendly, who can match my level of dork also 😂 and who won't judge me ( and also give me food and cuddles)

Cute things I would want to so with a partner: take random pict of each other, do face mask with each other, do stupid things at 3 am

I have no gender preference ( and I don't care if I get matched up with a hero or villain)

I kin deku, kirishima, akaashi, and armin

I like reading books, writing, listening to music (mostly kpop). I also like to go exploring like in the forest or even abandoned places I also love cooking and baking (more so baking tbh)

sometimes I stop in the middle of talking because I think I talk to much (I've been told many times that I do so I just try not to really talk in a way)i play with my hands a lot, I have a really high pitched (idk sorta cute?) sneeze, I can be very clumsy (I literally tripped on air once😂) when I do something scary my hands shaky after I've done the scary thing (if that makes any sense)

For this event, I match you with Denki and Bakugou. Denki matches most, if not all of your wants in a relationship and for Bakugou it was mostly a match because of your kins and that opposites attract and because I think Bakugo is a great match for a fight drabble.

For this drabble, the characters are aged up to about 19-20, and they’re about to go to their first hero gala as pro-hero’s, and they need dates.

“ Back off dunce face”

Bakugou was currently holding you by the elbow. Less than five minutes ago he was as timid as you could imagine him. When Denki interrupted the two of you, you could feel the change in his bones. Something about Denki, in this specific moment, set Bakugou into a panic. You couldn’t think of why the two have fought in both mentally and physically, and Bakugou has one in almost all battles, so his sudden fear doesn’t make that much sense

What you don’t know is that this battle isn’t one of brain or muscles, but your heart.

The two blondes fell for you, naturally. they both had their reasons, their own moment that made them fall for you, the things that make their hearts beat faster than doctors would consider healthy.

Your two admires just so happened to be close friends. One night when Denki and Bakugo were hanging out with each other along with you, Mina, Sero, Jirou, and Kirishima. It wasn’t a shock that mina was pressuring each member to talk about their love life, past present, or future. That night Bakugo talked about the person he was interested in he was confident, he even talked about how he planned to ask her out to the hero gala coming up. When Denki talked of his crush he wasn’t smug like Bakugo but he was confident, but he rambled. His rambling was something that Bakugou would normally ignore but Bakugo started to make connections between Denkis crush and his own.

Eventually, Bakugou pulled Denki aside and basically forced the name out of Denki. Denki saw the look on Bakugous face when your name left his lips, he knew that Bakugou didn’t like that answer, and that’s how the two realized that their eyes were set on the same person.

Both parties became worried though they both seem like confident men but their confidence was easily disrupted. Both of them thinking that they would be your second choice, making them rethink their approach

Bakugou had precisely thought that he was all set to go on asking you out, that he had all the time in the world, but now there was a challenger, a nice, flirty challenger. Bakugo knew he needs to act fast if he wanted to be the one at your side at the hero gala. So the Monday after the group hang out, Bakugou rushed to you, that’s how you got to your current moment

You watched as Bakugou rushed toward you, you began to panic even though you are close to him, he still is strong and scary. And when he pointed at you, it did not make you feel better.

“You are going to the gala with me”

Bakugo yelled at you, you know that you never agreed to go to the gala with him or anyone else. And though you wouldn’t mind going to the gala with him, you don’t like that he’s telling you, and not asking.

He could see it on your face that what he said and how he said it wasn’t okay, and he wants to be more than ok so he tries again.

“I’m sorry, Can we talk? Like in a private area” You agreed, he grabbed your wrist pulling you into a private location in the building. When he grabbed you it was more aggressive than necessary. The reason behind that was that Bakugou saw that Denki was watching, and ready to interrupt, and Bakugou needs more time.

Once in the private hallway, Bakugo looked around as if this was a mission and a villain was around the corner, after he was done with securing the space he faced you, his hands on your arms.

He avoids eye contact with you and begins to talk

“I like you and I would like to know if you would accompany me to the hero gala”

His head is still tilted down, as you replay

“But what about the person you were gonna ask, the one you talked about on Friday? Did they reject you?”

The last part had some mockery tone behind it, trying to hide the slight hurt that you might be his second choice.

He looked at you the same one he does at Denki when he says something unimaginably stupid. Looking into your eyes and responding in a serious tone

“You are the person I was talking about, idiot. And I hope you don’t reject me”

The last part wasn’t meant for your ears, but you heard them anyways and they brought a smile to your face, you were about to replay when you felt Bakugous hand tighten around your elbow, pulling you closer to him.

“ Back off dunce face”

You realized that it was Denki by the nickname that was spat from Bakugous mouth. When Denki interrupted the two of you, you could feel the change in his bones. Something about Denki, in this specific moment, set Bakugou into a panic. You couldn’t think of why, sure this moment was internment but Bakugou was overreacting a bit, especially for smug Bakugou.

“No”

Denki responded to Bakugous demand, not a lot of people had the guts to say no to Bakugo in any situation, and here Denki was saying no when the air around Bakugo was unbearably tension

“No? It wasn’t a question, get out of here before I blow your face off”

Bakugo raided his hand, ready to send explosions Denkis way

“Go for it, she’ll still choose me over a jerk like you”

You were ready for Bakugo to leap toward Denki, but he didn’t and you wondered why

It’s because Bakugo believes Denki, he thinks that Denki is better for you. And he knows that attacking Denki will only prove that point

“Tch whatever, they already agreed to go with me”

You are shocked and you are not sure if you should even be. You pull your arm out of his grip and stand up for yourself.

“ I did not”

You roll your eyes as Denki interjects

“Yeah from what I remember, you didn’t even ask, you basically threatened her to go with you”

You and Bakugou both replay at one

“I did not”

“He did not”

You and Bakugo both blush at the way you two synced together while Denki interjects

“Well, he definitely didn’t ask?”

You were about to speak up when Denki steps forward and softly hold one of your hands with both his hands

“But I will. You were the person I was gushing over on Friday y/n, your the person I want to have by my side. So y/n, Will you do me the honor of accompanying me to my first hero gala?”

The whole time he looks into your eyes with his own, he seems to be full of sparkles, waiting for your answer

You which your options but don’t get far before Bakugou interrupts

“Just say yes, don’t try and pity me”

Bakugo goes to exit the hallway when you grab his hand, stopping him. He turns to face you, you’re now holding both of the boy’s hands, and looking at them

“Cant I say yes to both of you”

The two answer at the same time

“Yes”

“No”

Denki just wants you to go with him and doesn’t mind having to share, where Bakugou still thinks it’s out of pity.

“Well I either go with both of you or none of you”

The two switch answers, over and over until they both agree to both be your dates. But Bakugo still has some questions

“I don’t have to be his date though. Full offense but Denkis, not my type.”

Bakugo asks, his last sentence full of venom

“ back at you”

Denki replays, though there is almost no malice in his voice, he said it like Bakugou just called him hot, and not an insult

“No, I just need more time to decide what’s best for me, you or Denki, or someone else, I might just be better alone at the moment. And I think you guys should think about that too. You both seem to need to learn to love your selves.

Heyoo! For some BP LI ideas how about: you and the BP LIs trying a class on a sport/skill and how that would work out and which class would it be? Or maybe how did you guys cope while you two were on long-distance (did you guys send each other packages? Letters? Mainly calls? Etc?)

I hope you have a good day!

I'm going to post a separate post with how I think the LI's handle long-distance but for now, have this.

The BP LI's taking classes with you.

(it's a little ooc for most of them but I had fun so I don't care that much.)

Sewing lessons

I don't have a story for how or why this happens but the two of you take a sewing class

It is obvious (to me) that Nightowl is a creative guy, along with fashionable.

So I wouldn't be surprised if one day he had the urge to learn how to alter his own clothes.

So he found a class that teaches sewing, embroidery, stitching, and all that stuff, and he invited you, cause he has dependency problems so much love for you.

You had to admit, Nightowl was doing a lot better than you. You weren't doing badly but, you were behind him, which isn't saying much, he was ahead of the rest of the class too but it made you want to know what he was doing. You were currently working on making two shirts, one, your boyfriend was working on a secret project, he wouldn't even tell you what he was working on, no matter how much you begged. You tried to figure out what he was doing, but your attention was drawn to the strange noise the sewing machine was making. You looked at it and saw how some of the fabric got bunched and sewed together, unintended. You let out a groan of frustration, grabbing Nightowl’s attention.

“Cutie, you can't look away!”

He was sure to use a caring voice.

“I'm relieved this is all that happened, you could have stitched your hand.”

“Sorry.”

“It's okay, I'll help fix it!”

He says softly, kissing your cheek as he moves close to the machine. As he fixes the shirt you lean back on, trying to take a better look at what he's doing, you see soft fabric cut out in a pattern you assume is not random but looks random to you. You ponder when the pattern means, where the pieces go. You notice the fabric he was just working on, he was embroidering something, an image, words, you try to decipher what it might be but before you realize what it is your vision is blocked.

“There you go, I reset the thread for you to- hey!”

“What?”

“You were spying on my super top-secret FBI assigned project!”

Nightowl spreads his arms trying to block your vision even more.

“Was that just a diversion? How dare you!”

Nightowl fakes a betrayed voice.

“I thought I could trust you.”

You roll your eyes as you get back to work. Nightowl smiles before getting back to work.

About a week later you're sitting on the couch of your and Nightowls apartment. You relax after a long day, scrolling on your phone, wondering why Nightowl hasn't greeted you yet. Your wondering stops when you feel the couch move, lifting your head, you see Nightowl has joined you, you assume by his heavyish breathing and the sudden movement you just felt that he had run and jumped into the position just now. You could tell he was excited, you turn your phone off and give him your attention when he sees this he starts.

“I finished my project!”

“Does that mean I can finally know what you were making?”

Nightowl didn't answer you with a yes or no, instead, he holds out what was behind his back and yelled.

“TADA!!”

You look at what's in his hands. It was a plushie of your favorite animal. You move to hold it, assuming it's for you, pausing when you realize it might not be for you.

“Go ahead!”

“You listen to Nightowl as you grab the little thing, examining it further. You notice it's wearing a little bow tie. You then see that on one side of the bow tie is a heart in your favorite color and on the other side the letters, ILY, embroidered in the same color. You look up to thank Nightowl but stop seeing his nervous stance, hand behind his neck, how cliche.

“I- I wanted to get you a plush that matched Mister but I couldn't find the right one. So I made one, it's my first time making a plushie so it might be a little imperfect-”

You could see where this was going so you cut him off.

“It's perfect, I love it, and you.”

You lean in to give him a kiss, loving how bright he gets from the simple sign of affection.

(I saw someone call Nightowl’s bear with a bow tie, Mister so I'm sticking with it)

Dancing lessons.

You never thought about taking any sort of class with Quest so it was a surprise to both you and him when you got excited to do so.

You two had won free dance lessons at an office party, Quest thought you wouldn't be interested in it but he was happy to humor you.

Mistake one.

The first lesson was slow dancing and Quest felt pretty happy with himself, he wasn't perfect but he liked it. Liked the control, the pattern, how uniform it was, and he loved how close he got to hold you.

But the next lesson was hip hop.

It was Quest's turn to show off what he learned, it was in partners but Quest was still embarrassed how bad he was at this. He attempted the simple sequins the class had learned and practiced. As soon as he finished you let out a laugh you tried hard not to let out. Quest looked at you, you felt a little bad, he looked like a kicked puppy.

“Is it that bad?”

“Sorry but, what even was that? I love you, but were we even in the same class?”

You laughed a little more as Quest went over one of the steps. You took it upon yourself to stand up and help a little.

“You're too stiff, the moves are freer, let your body move.”

“That's- that’s not how my body works, I got arms like a robot.”

You laugh as he demonstrates his stiff arms, definitely robot-like, would be perfect if that's what you were learning.

“Here follow me, it like instinct.”

You did the first step faster than Quest was expecting.

“Can you go slower?”

“No, that's your problem, you think too much. Just do what you see with confidence, if you mess up and act as you meant it you'll fool at least one person.”

He wasn't able to fully get it but he did get better. The next lesson was tango, and Quest had his turn to embarrass you. Quest was currently twirling, dipping, and spinning you but to you, it just felt like you were being thrown around.

“Follow me, it's like instinct, angel.”

Quest mocks what you said last time as he takes the lead on this dance. The tango is by far his favorite, it was the perfect mix of a controlled, patterned dance, and a dance that is free and passionate. He loved how he could follow a pattern and still and his own little twist, and being able to hold you close, to make you flush was a large bonus.

Cooking lessons.

When you first started living with Toaster you started to realize how much take out they had.

You knew he wasn't a cook and that he opted for ramen and takeout but you didn't realize it was an every meal thing/

It caused multiple problems, and you were tired of having the same three foods from the same three places. So you signed the two of you up for baking lessons.

You didn't tell Toasty though, you just told them that it was a date, a surprise one. He was very surprised when you entered a room full of other couples.

“Sweetheart? You sure we're in the right place?”

Before you could respond the teacher made an introduction.

“Hello couples, I'll be your teacher today and the rest of the month. “

Toaster turned to you, trying to be discrete as the whisper, clearly not the happiest with this surprise.

“A month?”

You decide not to respond as the chef continued to teach.

“Today we're going to start very simply with some burgers and jojos. Our team tries to be very accomodating to everyone so if you have an allergy or don't eat a certain food, like meat, we have appropriate replacements. If that's the case go ahead and talk to one of the assistants on the side. We also like to encourage experimentation so if you feel something missing, maybe want more spice, you can also ask the assistance for what you want, Now Under your table you'll find everything you need for today, were going to start with jojos, so grab the basket label jojos…”

You and Toaster were walking home, you notice they were kind of silent, more than average.

“Did you hate it that much?”

You were slightly embarrassed, you thought this would be something nice the two of you could do but if your partner really didn't like it you would let it go.

“No, I liked it.”

“You don't have to lie.”

“I'm …. not, little surprised myself, but I didn't hate it.”

You stayed silent wanting to hear more of his thoughts.

“I almost liked it, I didn't like that I was surrounded by others doing better than me, but they weren't paying attention to me, so, it was okay.”

When Toaster looked at you they realized that you wanted to know more so they continued.

“And I learned, even though I burnt the … jojos? The jojos, it was a simple mistake and it's an easy fix. And …”

Toaster mumbles and you miss the end of his sentence. You nudge him a little, letting them know you didn't catch that.

“I liked how happy you were.”

Over the month the two of you made many dishes and almost every time Toaster would react along the lines of.

“Is pizza supposed to taste this good.”

After the month was over there was a notable decrease in takeout dinners. Throughout the first week out you caught Toasty learning how to make ramen, not instant ramen but authentic level ramen. The problem was that they ate just as much ramen as before the classes, but at least he was making his own with different variations.

Motorcycle lessons.

I know he already knows how to ride a motorcycle, but I also think that if you ever expressed interest in driving your own, he’d drag you to some lessons.

He also loves being a troll, signing himself up as a beginner, asking obnoxious questions, then showing off how well he rides, like a natural.

(Read this with the knowledge that I know nothing about riding a motorcycle.)

It was the end of your lessons, after this, you would be able to apply for a license if you wished. The instructor was having the class do a simple lap on their course, you had just finished yours. You did pretty well, Xyx had a grin on his face the whole time for so many reasons. For one you looked fantastic on a bike, he also loved that you were willing to learn and share one of his passions, when you pulled up to the end he could help but feel proud, you were his. The last reason was that it was his turn now, and he was ready to burn rubber. After all this time, pretending to be the worst rider, worst student, he was ready to show the instructor what was what. Xyx stepped up to the instructor.

“So for this test, you need t-”

“I've got it. Keys?”

The instructor hesitantly gave the keys to Xyx, he grabbed them before the instructor could take them back. The Instructor did his best to stop Xyx but it was no use after his helmet was on, his legs swang over the bike. Xyx lifts the helmet shield, winking at you making your face heat up, mostly from embarrassment. The instructor took this chance to try and stop Xyx.

“Sir, I need you to -”

“To drive, got it.”

He slid the shield back down before starting the engine and driving off. He made sure to do everything the instructor wanted. When he pulled up to the end he was quick to shut everything off and make his way to the instructor for his grade.

“Other than your attitude and inability to listen you did everything, perfect.”

Xyx was proud at how relucent the instructed was to say that.

“Perfect.”

“But you were speeding, quite a bit, you should know that its dangu-”

Xyx had already started walking away, so the instructor gave up. When Xyx got to you he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Did I look good out there doll?”

“You looked reckless.”

“You wound me doll but I'll take the high road, I think you looked hot out there.”

Your face heated up again.

“Shut up.”

He laughed at how easy he could get you flustered.

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

Facts

I know one thing and one thing only and that is that Quest from blooming panic would treat his s/o like Gomez Addams treats his wife, Morticia. Those men are filled with love, passion, loyalty and respect, no soul is safe from their charm

hi im here for your matchup thingy! id like to request a double trouble with poly ending for mha if thats ok?

i use he/it pronouns, im a minor, im omni, my love language is touch, im a libra, im an ambivert and im very self conscious. i kin denki and the main thing i want in a relationship is just for everyone to be so incredibly loved and supported.

For my curse of choice event, I match you up with Mina and Kiri. With these two people, a relationship is bound to be healthy and for everyone to feel loved and supported as you wished.

For this story, you are in class 1-A and sit in Denki’s spot ( in front of Kiri and to the left of Mina, Denki sits in Mineta’s old spot if you care)

Also as an apology for taking so long I added a visual of the note.

Face forward, face forward, face forward. I turned my head to look at him for the third time today. I mean it was so hard to focus in class when he sits a mere three feet away, I just want to admire the beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, hot, pretty beautiful, gosh it’s just so attractive to me. I watch as it jots down notes and even such a simple task makes me swoon

To make things worse I watch as Kirishima taps its shoulder. They whisper to each other and my heart starts pumping faster. One crush is enough but two is just too much for me. I mean I know that I’m acting like a middle schooler but they’re both just so perfect.

I turn my head back to the front of the class to try and avoid blushing, my face is pink enough.

The rest of the day I notice that the two are watching me. Almost every time I turn to look at them they’re both looking at me or around me. And I don’t want to get my hopes up but, what other reason is there for staring at me other than that they like me… or they are talking about me behind my back. And as Kiri would say ‘we’re too manly for that. Gosh he is so cheesy why did I fall for him

During lunch, I notice that every time I look at them, they’re already looking at me and that they’re whispering, they both turn away when they see me looking, and I swear their faces changed color as well.

During class, I turned to admire it taking notes but instead it was writing on a long colorful thin piece of paper. I watched as he wrote something on it and then passed it to Kiri, who read it then started to fold it, but then Kirishima looked up at me, he stopped folding and hid the paper, he then tapped on its shoulder and pointed at me. This time I definitely saw the two blush, so I decided to save them the embarrassment by facing forward.

When the school day ended I was grabbing myself a snack and I once again spotted the two goofballs staring at me, or this time I saw them staring at my bag. I ignore it and head up to my room.

Later I take a break from studying to get more snacks. I see the two come inside, they look sad and disappointed, comforting each other, they don’t even see me as they walk to one of their rooms.

The next day they ignored me completely. They don’t even sit with our group at lunch. I try to talk to them, but they just ignore me. Even when I try to talk to them alone they still ignore me. But when I talk to Kirishima he does say one sentence that makes me wonder

“I’m sorry, it hurts too much to talk to you right now, but we'll be normal soon, just give us time.”

It didn’t make sense, he made it sound like I did something wrong but I don’t know what. I pondered the whole day what Kirishima meant. Did it have something to do with their disappointment from yesterday, was I responsible for those sad faces yesterday, I hope not.

When I get to my dorm room I pull out the items I need to work on homework. As I pull the last item out I notice a bright orange sticky note fall from it, I don’t use orange sticky notes. I picked up the note and recognized the handwriting or handwritings.

The note is a mix between the two goofballs. It reads

The picture reads: Hey, this is from your the two goofballs. Well, we hope to be yours.Kirishima and I both like you romantically. We know that it’s kind of strange for two people to like you so instead of asking you to circle yes or no we thought a proper discussion would be better ...because it’s abnormal. So if you are interested at all please meet us today outside the dorm rooms at 5, we’ll wait for an hour tops. If you don’t show up we’ll assume that you are not interested and we won’t talk about it ever again. Love, the goofballs-

God I’m so stupid they like me back and I blew it, I need to fix this.

The more time I spent with him the more I fell for it. And the more he talked about Mina the more I fell for her. Most people would be jealous of their crush liking someone else, but not me. That might be partly because I already know that he likes me just as much. We decided to start dating but for more than one reason we decided to not tell people yet. I’m fine with it, I’m fine with our relationship being behind closed doors, it gives me more time to hug him and cuddle with him.

One reason we are keeping our relationship quiet is because we want to talk to Mina and confess and see if she’s willing to be a part of our relationship in any way.

We came up with a plan, we would write her a note and ask her to meet up with us. And if we were lucky and she says yes we would give her a jar of paper stars full of sentences about how much we like her, and as a sort of anniversary present.

We worked for weeks folding and writing, we even got in trouble in class once. But it was worth it, just seeing his face so happy, thinking about the people he likes, and maybe she might get them and be just as happy.

It was the day of, after school, everything was set up all we had to do was wait. And we did, for an hour.

We stood outside waiting, the first five minutes were filled with excitement, then the following ten minutes were full of silent worrying, after that, we voiced our worries. It was hard to stand there and have worries and then see the person you love have the same disappointing worries. Eventually, it reached 6:05 and there was no pink person insight

“Love, I think she’s not coming.”

I put my hand on its back to try and comfort him, and maybe distract myself from my own disappointment.

“Maybe, maybe we can wait a little longer”

“ I think we should head in, we made it really clear that we would only wait an hour, and it’s been an hour and five minutes. Let’s head in, we still have homework to work on.”

I lightly pushed him toward the dorm building, staying behind him to ensure that he wouldn’t notice how sad I was too, I knew that it would only make it feel worse.

When we reached its room, we didn’t end up studying. As soon as we reached the room we both crashed on his bed, we held each other to help us with the rejection.

The next day we both decided that we needed some distance from Mina, for a little bit, to heal. But Mina doesn’t seem to take that well. As much as we try to avoid her she keeps trying to talk to us, it doesn’t make sense, she rejects us and doesn’t have the respect to let us heal, gosh it hurts.

Eventually, it became too much and though I wrote that we would never speak of it I just need her to leave me and it alone.

You and Eijirou sat in your dorm room silently doing homework, the two of you still sulking about the rejection. Every once and a while one of you would reach out your hand to the other for a comforting touch, every once and a while he would even bring your hand to his lips and softly kiss it, paired with a hushed ‘I love you’

Suddenly your room is no longer filled with silence, there was a jiggle of your door handle, and when it didn’t open because you locked it, the person knocked urgently on the door. You went to open the door, but as soon as the door was unlocked a flash of pink rushed into your room.

“I WANT TO BE WITH YOU TWO”

You recognized the voice before you were able to comprehend what was going on. You then heard your boyfriend talk back, he sounded stern yet disappointed at the same time

“We don’t want a pity date.”

You took note that Eijirou was avoiding eye contact with Mina, it wasn’t hard to understand why. You were pulled from your thoughts by Mina physically pulling you back to the center of the room where Eijirou was located. She held one of my wrists and one of Eijirou's

“ But it’s not, I’ve liked you both for a while. I swear, I found the note today, I’m so sorry, I like you two and… if the spot is still available I would like to be in a relationship with you.”

You looked at Eijirou for a sign, even though you want this you want Eijirou to be on board, and when you see tears building in his eyes, and the begging of one of his famous smiles, you know that he wants this too.

“You promise this isn’t out of pity, cause that wouldn’t be very manly”

Eijirou's voice is quivering while he specks, but he pushes through

“I promise, I like you two, and you know that I’m too manly for lies”

As soon as her sentence is over she’s tackled by Eijirou, her hand still on your wrist, resulting in all three of you falling on the bed. The three of you become comfortable, Mina eventually finds your hand and does the same Eijirou does, softly kissing the back of your hand, whispering above it

“You make me so happy”

She then turns to Eijirou, kissing his forward head, looking him in the eyes as she whispers

“You too, Kirishima”

Eijirou makes a sour face in response and for a second Mina becomes worried, the worry dissolves as Eijirou speaks

“Its Eijirou”

Mina smiles and pulls her partners closer, her partner doing the same until the three of you are squeezing each other. Eventually, the squeezing settles into a cuddle, the tiny bed barely holding all three, but that doesn’t cross your mind as you fall asleep with the ones you love.

Side note: Mina cry when she receives the jars of stars