Ich stehe vor euch und ihr blickt mich nur ungläubig an. Scheinbar hattet ihr das nicht von mir erwartet. Aber warum überrascht mich das? Ich weiß, wie ihr mich seht. Kenne eure Meinung über mich.
Dean Winchester was running. He wasn’t hunting something nor was he chased by the police. No, he was running from the rain.
He wasn’t getting wet from it until now, and he would prefer to stay dry. But he felt chased by the rain since it had started.
The dwarf rubbed over his chin as he examined the workers. Much to Katsuki's dread, he pointed at him. "You." Katsuki cursed internally. He was exhausted and just wanted some sleep …
“Oooh, come on! Are you afraid to tell? Is it something so bad? Is it kinky?” Mineta nudged his leg. “No, it’s not” He furrowed his brows. “If it’s not then you can surely tell!” Hanta poked him in the side.
Katsuki was on his way to the Moruga Agency, he was still working there, Michiko had made her promise real and he was now officially a member, not just an intern. It had been a couple of months since graduation and they were still sorting the millions of people with fire quirks.
Ochako doesn’t know whether they are saving each other from this mess, or dragging each other deeper into it.
All she knows is that it feels warm, and good, when she gently pulls Bakugou so close their bodies are aligned all the way, and kisses him.
"Damn it, this was perhaps one of the worst ideas, he ever got dragged into. And that meant a lot considering, that his main job seemed to be babysitting a bunch of loveable idiots, better known as his teammates." - Suga
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'You still remember the good old days?', you asked, leaning back into his warm embrace while watching the sunset together.
It was mid-summer, a beautiful day. You both had taken a free day today, since it was your special day.
“He has to be here somewhere!” Katsuki growled. The omega was visibly on edge. Ever since Izuku had left to fight against All for One and Shigaraki, the blonde was restless.
"Whatever are we going to do if you don't turn back?" George asked offhandedly, glancing at Coconut Fred who started wobbling slightly. Raising his eyebrows, George sat up and watched him roll off the table and land on the floor with a loud 'thwok'.
Will is twirling the fluid in his glass he holds around. Around him a party is going on, the guests are all dressed fancy and the music is playing in the background.
“Hey, brother.” a voice besides him forces him back into reality.
There she stands, closing the door behind her, slightly blushing.
With golden hair cascading down to her hips, nine floofy shiny foxtails, a pretty cute face, and about the biggest chest Kyoya has ever seen.
They are so big in fact that they almost burst out of her clothes.
A white envelope, the paper unusually thick and soft. On the first glance you already notice its importance and the writer wants to probably impress the receiver or already put out a statement with the choice of paper alone.
Geralt and Jaskier had just stabled their horses as a cat jumped up to a hey bale and purred at Jaskier. With a smile he lifted his hand and scratched her chin.
“Hello you, how beautiful you are,” Jaskier crooned. The cat closed her eyes and purred louder.
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