《Bnha gay oneshots》Kami x Ojiro
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Kaminari's pov
Every time when I'm in lessons, my lovers tail always swishes and twitches now and then and I can't hold back from hugging it like a teddy bear. I find his quirk one of the very adorable things about him and the best part is that he likes it when I do it!
"Hey guys I was wondering if you wanted to watch a film in the common room with us?" asked my best friend Mina. "Sure I'm up for it, are you?" I asked turning to my fluffy-tailed boyfriend. He smiled sweetly and replied by nodding his head. So cute!
Later on, we were all in comfy clothing sitting in the common room, the only light coming from the tv. It was the weekend so Mr Aizawa didn't mind plus he went to bed already. I sat next to Ojiro with my knees tucked up under my chin, whilst he just sat with one leg over the other and one arm wrapped around my shoulders.
Half way through the movie, it was a scary part as we were watching a horror movie, so I grabbed the nearest thing I could get to comfort.
Ojiro's tail.
He was surprised at the sudden action at first until he relaxed, knowing it was just me. Bringing me closer to him, he comforted me as I pet his tail and I slowly fell asleep to his heartbeat next to my ear and to his voice whispering sweet words to me. I felt warmth consume me as a blanket was placed over my shoulder, my arms still encased around his tail and a soft kiss on my forehead.
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Old Riding Author Lunatic Asylum
Just off the A19, in the dark, incomprehensible lands known as Yorkshire, there lies a town. A town where shadow-silent alleys glint with the secret hunger of knives. Where blood soaks the chipboard window shutters of forsaken terraces stretching off into the night. Where the smog-choked air rattles with the depraved laughter echoing out from clubs that can only generously be described as post-apocalyptic. Well, that’s Middlesbrough. But down the A19 a bit (an impossibly long way down, actually) there lies another town: Raughnen, in the ancient, forgotten Old Riding. It is an equal match in muggery and thuggery alike. It also has magic spells and pointy wizard hats. And now, across the miles and across all sensibilities, a pretty nasty power (a magic one) calls out for its pretty nasty counterpart (a decidedly unmagic one): a proper sound Boro lad. Nothing good can come of it. This is a collection of one novella and four connected short stories: I. A Yorkshire Summoning II. Old Riding Day Trip (the novella) III. Heaven is a Parmo IV. Death on the 66 V. Death on the 257 In total, this comprises 34 chapters totalling around 35,000 words, so try not to worry. It will be over relatively quickly. There are three more short stories with more tenuous links to the core collection: Rush, Paper Round and Scenario 79: Sausage Fingers, all of which can be found in my collection Short Records of Misadventure. Reading these may allow you to make more sense of certain parts of the story, if any sense is to be made at all. NOTE: There are instances of prejudice and discrimination within these stories, including elements of sexism and ageism, which are purely the thoughts and actions of the characters involved and which certainly do not reflect my own views on these matters. ANOTHER NOTE; A WARNING, PERHAPS: This can get a bit weird. In less than 150 pages, we have four viewpoints, first and third person narratives, and a completely disjointed plot with lots of gaps, dead ends and no real resolution. Also ZERO lunatic asylums. It's all a bit odd. If that sort of thing isn't your cup of tea, which it most likely isn't, it might be best to move on now.
8 190Colourland Part 2: Attack of the Smithson Family
The Bear send in the Smithsons to deal with Crayon and his friends. The Smithsons are insanely ruthless and want to destroy the romance between Crayon and Colourea. The story link is this: https://www.webnovel.com/book/colourland-part-2-attack-of-the-smithson-family_15244293705601405
8 329Life as a Game, Cool
Soo… Hello? Why am I doing this? Ugh… Anyway, name’s Sethsamm, no last name. Why you ask? Well… it all started with me waking up and having this holographic RPG-like window in front of me. Sounds like one of the many mangas’ I read, funny. So I got this window, then it explains that my life is now a video game. And then shit hits the hay… Starts up a bit slow, also a bit of wish fulfillment. Of course, there will be plot since I have a dislike for stories without plot, conflict, or even MC struggles. A/N: Changed the Cover Photo
8 93Homunculi: 6
A powerful family desperate to maintain its position at any cost meddles in the domain of the divine by designing and developing a new race called Homunculi. These creations are honed into brutal weapons to fuel their grand ambitions and keep their secrets hidden.Fresh eyes take in this world as a new Homunculus awakens. Its conditioning and training take an unexpected twist as it develops abilities and skills different from the others of its kind. -------------------- Surrounded by manufactured warriors who are incredibly powerful from day one, our MC will find himself lacking in innate skills and knowledge. Very much a weak to strong story. There is definitely action and adventure within, but expect a slow start that is focused on character growth, building tension, unraveling conspiracies, while learning about a new magical world. Some cooking and some daydreaming within. (I see you slice of life) --------- WIP art by Katie Z.
8 291Let's Explore The New World!
Follow Michael,a apathetic 19 year old who gets summoned to the realm of the gods and his adventures with various goddesses.
8 135Invincible Ones [A Walking Dead Story]
Daryl Dixon's little sister adopted during the apocalypse, Ember Dixon, is a badass and troublemaker. Remind you of someone? It runs in the family! This is Ember's adventures and love story. Love story? Oh yeah, Ember also catches feelings for a member in the group, but will her tough skin make her block her feelings out? [PG-13 cuss words/language] (Going through editing of early chapters)Random Deep Ember Thoughts-"My leaves of traits aren't gone. They haven't wilted or crumbled in time. Leaves do change slower or faster than us. Seasons manage that. The way the plant life add more to the world. But us, no, we change faster than the leaves. No seasons to tell us when to change,we just do. When it all started, we all change immediately or we die. It's change or die. I changed. But some of me still dies when I do change.What happens when the leaves leave the tree in the winter? Do they change? Or just fall just because they give up? I'm going to experience the seasons, but only three.I will not give up and become a barren tree.A side of me still hides in the depths of change. It's the artistic side. The drawing I used to do in my cell, the deep-thought poetry and writing in my journal that I found in an old Barnes And Noble book store. We change for pain. We adapt like animals in a new climate, and we all adapt differently. In a good way like Dale,Or In an evil way like The Governor.I'm just a tree. With leaves of change."
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