#/gen if you were hoping for something else pls let me know! no worries at all if u want a redo‚ i just want you to like the final piece c:

[elkkiel]

for @veilchenkopfelfe <3

[drxwsyni]

show me heaven, take me to hell︱okkotsu yuuta x f!reader

“Going so long ensuring that you wanted him and nobody else ended up having adverse effects, all this time spent putting you first had turned him selfish, and he didn’t quite care anymore. He needs you—all of you, anything less for any longer and he might just go mad.” a/n: this is my part for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab! i was really excited to write a fic with this prompt, and this collab was super fun so pls go check out the other writers involved!!! words: 3.7k warnings: ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP 18+, noncon, somnophilia, virginity loss, rough-ish sex, oral (f. receiving), fingering, choking for a quick moment, creampie, a little praise, heavy stalking & obsessive behaviour, gen. yandere themes

Yuuta liked to think he had control over his emotions—but peering down at you, he knew that was far from the truth. How those emotions manifested was what he could control, because if it weren’t for the steely expression cemented into his face, he’d be sure you’d know of all the debased things running rampant throughout his mind.

And yet, he doesn’t fear the falter in his masquerade right now.

You’re fast asleep, none the wiser to the looming figure of your boyfriend, locked onto the way your chest slowly rises and falls in a rhythmic manner. How his eyes nearly gloss over as they travel down the curves of your body, half exposed as you’ve only pulled the sheets up to settle around your waist.

Yuuta reminds himself to breathe, exhaling a little too shakily, wondering to himself how he’s made it this far. He was a damn good actor, and he knows that fact currently stood as the only thing that’s gotten him to where he is today.

If he thinks back, it’s hard to even find one moment out of all the time he’s spent with you in which he’d shown you his genuine self. Hell, the very first time you spoke to him wasn’t even honest. He remembers asking you your name after introducing himself, lying through his teeth because he already knew what your name was. Yuuta knew what rank you were (well below his), your cursed technique (too weak to really protect yourself), how long you’d been working alongside Gojo (two weeks―starting the day after Yuuta had gone overseas). But he still asked, enamoured with the way you bashfully looked down at your feet when he praised you for being able to put up with the white haired sorcerer so far.

Another lie―how he claimed he’d love to team up with you and show you around, when it was just to keep you as far from any real danger as possible.

But you didn’t know that, going along with each and every falsehood that left his mouth. Lie after lie, he’d draw on the knowledge of you he’d spent months gathering, gradually molding his character into whichever form earned those soft little gifts of affection. Becoming the person you wanted, the person you needed, slowly until you recognized him as someone special. Yuuta did everything right—only to be completely overwhelmed now that he had you alone.

Because of course suppressing himself wouldn’t work out in the long run. Burying the desire that felt goddamn near insatiable, ignoring the feeling of it festering, growing into something ugly and uncontrollable—the kind of thing he saw in others, and exactly what he was trying to protect you from. But Yuuta wouldn’t let himself believe that what you really needed protecting from was him, even though standing over you now, proof of that reality was finally beginning to surface.

Just for a second, maybe not even that, it crossed his mind—just a taste couldn’t hurt, right?

The bound passion he could never let see the light of day unraveled in the dead of night. You were just so tempting, blissfully unaware of the danger towering over you, a vulnerability that tore away at the seams of his self control.

Yuuta felt the first thread snap, a barely there fracture to spur his irreversible descent into self-destruction.

Moving without really even thinking of any future consequences, long fingers that were calloused from battle and endless training reached to where the sheets atop you rested. White, silken and gleaming under the moonlight, he carefully, calculatedly pulled them down your body. Letting it pool at the foot of the bed, he slowly appraised your sleeping form.

An almost inaudible curse left him, whispered under his breath—he didn’t even notice the way your sleeping shorts were discarded onto the floor before peeling back the sheets, but he couldn’t miss it now. Maybe...you wanted him to find you like this?

No...he knew you weren’t that daring. The two of you might be dating, but all those past insistences of not wanting to move too fast, dancing around intimacy like it was the bane of all evil alone told him that this naivety was genuine.

There was that, and the fact that you were staying in his guest bedroom. Too shy to sleep in the same bed, how cute. He was all too understanding just a few hours ago, leaving you for the night and planning on retiring to his room. Only he was drawn right back to where you lay, realizing it was yet another subconscious lie to tell you he was fine with taking things slow, giving you your space.

He wasn’t even supposed to be in this room—there was absolutely no way you planned on Yuuta finding you like this.

A voice in the back of his head warns him, tugging at his subconscious to leave you be. Yuuta ignores it for the first time, crossing a new boundary, knowing that it won’t be the last.

You’re sprawled on your back with the hem of your oversized shirt riding up just a little.

A little too much, he thinks, eyes travelling lower and lower until they land on the lace trim of your panties. Thin, adorned with a small bow at the top. His fingers itch, wanting to feel the fabric for himself, likely soft in comparison to his rough hands.

Yuuta props one knee up onto the bed, the mattress sinking slightly with his weight. With one more glance, just to make completely sure you’re still fast asleep, he allows his fingers to trace up the inside of your leg. Gliding along your calf, then meeting the soft plush of your thigh. Your muscles don’t even twitch, unmoving as his hand gradually creeps higher, higher, higher.

All he needs is to be closer, something to tide him over until you’re willing to let him in. He wants to know just what it feels like to have you under him, little weaknesses you hold that nobody else knows of.

Just a taste, he reminds himself.

Yuuta peers down at you, relieved and on edge at the same time when the tips of his fingers brush against the cotton fabric of your panties. Ever so lightly, his ring finger dips lower, gently pressing against your clothed slit.

The heat between your thighs makes him shiver, warmth pulling him in impossibly closer. Your legs are spread just enough for Yuuta’s hand to fit perfectly in between them, almost invitingly so. He feels like all of his nerves are standing on end, vibrating as just the simplest touch has such a large effect on him.

It’s a familiar feeling, despite always looking at ease, he frequently had to mask these turbulent emotions inside him so that he didn’t scare you away, just as so many others did. This new sensation, not having to worry about constant control, it was unimaginably refreshing. He didn’t want it to end.

You don’t seem to be stirred in the slightest, which is good, because he’s not quite satisfied. The both of you did have a tiring day to be fair—now making you a heavy sleeper. Yuuta deems it a saving grace, curiosity unquelled in wanting to know how far he could push his luck.

That same singular finger travels along the dainty fabric, gently dragging up your folds until stopping at your clit. Experimentally pressing into it, Yuuta spots the way your brows just barely draw together for a moment. The sound of your breathing meets his ears, turned airy as your lips part when he begins rubbing back and forth, a light friction that makes your sensitive, untouched body react unconsciously as you continue to sleep.

Yuuta thinks for a second of how you touch yourself when you’re alone—if you do as he is now, teasing your clit, making you squirm at the light stimulation. You’re not waking up, but your body is still reactive even in this state. With how your panties hug the curves of your body, how he presses them into your heat, it’s not hard to see the small patch of your arousal already leaking through.

It’s cute, you’re so much more honest when you’re asleep.

An idea strikes him, coming more as an intrusive thought than anything helpful, but it’s dangerously enticing nonetheless—if he could make you cum without waking you up. Earn a glimpse of what he hoped you’d let him see eventually.

You look like you want it, chest rising and falling a little heavier, and when he pointedly nudges your clit with the smallest increase in force, your breath hitches.

It would be cruel to leave you like this—Yuuta isn’t a cruel man.

He’s doing this for you now, not himself. It’s repeated in his head, words reassuring as he slinks onto the bed. His grip is delicate, pushing your thighs apart a tad bit more, just enough to make room to lower himself between them.

Eye level with your heat, the scent of your arousal washes over him. He can’t help but place a few ghosted kisses on your inner thighs, a quick nip at the supple skin that leads to a trail of the same before his lips hover over the seat of your panties.

Through long lashes, he focuses on your face, almost shuddering with you as his tongue comes into contact with the patch of wetness, dampness growing as he licks a slow strip up over the cloth. Yuuta repeats the action—once, twice, three times, then loses count. His movements are slow, soft and steady, taking what he can get but soon becoming frustrated with the barrier in his way.

The hands placed on your thighs twitch, and it only seems logical that if he wants to finish what he started, he needs to make things a little easier for himself. An unnatural strength imbued with cursed energy flows through his palms. He’s eager, doing it without thinking, not realizing the force he puts behind his actions until the seams of your panties tear with almost no resistance.

Yuuta’s eyes widen slightly, because his plan was to merely push the fabric aside. But that problem can wait, especially when he can’t.

The offending fabric is casted aside, and Yuuta knows he wants to take his time. Testing the waters, his thumbs come up to spread apart your soaked folds, taking in the way your hole clenches around nothing as he gently blows cold air against it.

He’s not shocked to find your muscles twitching so easily now, reacting to every little thing he does. Not shocked, but it does make him greedy. It makes him want to abandon caution entirely. Taking his time turns out to be a lot easier said than done—when his tongue places a few kitten licks onto your clit, the near sinful whimper that escapes you has his lips latching on and sucking instead.

You’re always so quick to flee from him, Yuuta can barely get a lasting kiss in before you push him away. To hear that leave your mouth, intentional or not, it’s dangerous. He’s starved for intimacy, starting to lose sight on why he’s worked so hard to become close with you, drowning in the thoughts of why he instead wants to rip that safety he provides from you entirely just to see the things you keep hidden from him and everyone else.

There’s his own personal heat building, hips grinding into the mattress now and then to relieve the ache you don’t even know you’re causing in him so quickly. It doesn’t do much, if anything it only makes his resolve weaken, low groans making their way up his throat and sending soft vibrations onto your sensitive nub.

His tongue darts back out, flattening as your hips buck against his face, trying to gain more friction.

And all it tells him is that you want this—just as much as he does. You’ve never told him, but you don’t need to. Your body speaks for itself.

The wet muscle pushes past your entrance, Yuuta’s nose bumping your clit every time his head jerks when his tongue curls against your walls. From how your body tenses, the feeling unmistakable under his large hands, he can tell you’re getting close.

All the breathy sighs and whines leaving you, the overwhelming taste of you on his tongue and in his mouth, it clouds his judgment more and more as each second passes.

Yuuta forgets about the hard work he’s put in to keep you safe, to make sure you ended up choosing him over everyone else. You’re intoxicating, and he can’t get enough. There’s no such thing as just a taste, not when he’s stopped trying to hold back and instead starts trying to devour you.

You deserve more, he thinks, coating his ring finger with your slick, teasingly swirling it around your entrance before letting it sink into your heated pussy. It reaches far deeper than his tongue, and with a few thrusts, curling his finger inside you, Yuuta finds what he’s searching for as you tense hard around the slender digit. His mouth returns to your clit, sucking and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

Yet no matter what he does, it’s still not enough. He wants to watch you finally fall apart, wants you to stop pushing him away.

And he realizes, it’s not a want, but a need. One that can’t be satisfied as easily as he thought when he first removed the sheets from your unsuspecting body. Going so long ensuring that you wanted him and nobody else ended up having adverse effects, all this time spent putting you first had turned him selfish, and he didn’t quite care anymore.

He needs you—all of you, anything less for any longer and he might just go mad.

Yuuta can’t think straight to save his life, he’s hooked on the way your body shakes beneath him, adding another finger pumping in and out of you, groaning against your clit as he desperately ruts against the bed.

You’re responding so well, it only confuses him more as to why you haven’t let him take care of you sooner, as clearly you needed him like this. He can practically hear his name fall from your lips, airy and begging him for more.

His eyes are screwed shut, and yours are open.

“Ahh—Yuuta...wh—ngh”

Those calloused fingers know just how to make you shake in pleasure, not relenting as you suddenly cum around them. He feels your swollen clit throb, over and over against his tongue.

When you start to convulse, near pained whimpers leaving you, he finally stops.

He’s frozen for a moment, your full awareness dawning on him.

A sheen of sweat clings to you, chest heaving, heartbeat going a mile a minute and hammering against your ribcage. You were falling back down from the high that made you see stars, the closer to reality you got, the more you understood what had happened.

The fear would hit you first, and it’d be fast—you’d scream, fight, try to leave him.

Yuuta knew this, he knew you, and so he moved faster.

Before you could make another sound, panic rising in your throat, a firm hand clamps over your mouth.

And god, you look fucking terrified. Both hands flying up to push him away, nails biting into his wrist while tears begin to well in your eyes. Irises swirling with fear, confusion, betrayal.

It should make him feel guilty, it does—but it’s not enough to stop him from wanting to make it worse.

His palm stays cemented over your mouth, muffling your cries. “Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

It’s not, all your squirming does is grind against his aching cock. And he’s so far gone that he might as well go further—he doesn’t even try to stop you. The hand over your mouth pins you down well enough, your body so much weaker compared to his.

“M’sorry, just—fuck…”

You’re not calming down, struggling harder with each second that goes by while Yuuta fights to hold you still.

“It’s alright, baby, you’re okay.” With everything running through his mind, the only thing consistent and true is that he has to be inside you. 

His free hand grips the waistband of his sweats and boxers, hastily pulling them both down at the same time. He hisses when the cold air of the room meets his cock, slapping against his abdomen. He’s already in between your legs, and you’re still trying to get away, hips lifting off the sheets as your legs helplessly kick. Your movements are uncalculated, frantic—it’s an accident when his cock brushes against your heat.

You squeal at the contact, but there’s nothing you can do to stop him from rutting against you, length sliding between your folds and coating him in your slick. A slight shudder runs through you as the tip of his cock catches on your puffy clit, repeatedly nudging it with each thrust.

It’s not enough. Not before, not now, he can’t seem to satisfy whatever want inside him has broken loose, and you’re forced to deal with it all because he couldn’t keep himself in check.

“Just relax, okay? Gonna make you feel good...promise you—”

Yuuta practically chokes on his words, lining himself up with your entrance, unable to stop his hips from pushing himself inside you all in one go. Blood rushing behind his ears drowns out the sound of your whimpers, lost in the way you keep sucking him back in when he goes to pull out. So goddamn tight—Yuuta’s glad he’s made sure he was the first to get to you, despite the circumstances.

He’s a mess, you’re a mess, it’s sloppy and it’s perfect, because the quick back and forth of his hips goes so deep that he’s grinding against your clit with each thrust. Your whines are in tandem with his movements, pain mixing with the building warmth spreading throughout you.

The body draped over yours is so much larger, broad shoulders blocking out the moonlight as Yuuta keeps himself propped up above you with a hand beside your head. The one over your mouth disappears, lightly wrapping around your throat for better purchase instead.

It’s too easy to lose himself now, letting his guard down—and you jump at the chance.

There’s a shove to his chest, and then he’s being kicked down the bed. The door is on the adjacent side of the room and so to make quick time you scramble across the bed sheets. Of course, a hand too cold clamps around your ankle, and it feels like he’s about to crush the bone beneath when Yuuta drags you back.

All your pleas go ignored, and he’s suffocating as your body is pinned against the bed by his own.

A lanky yet toned arm snakes around your waist, lifting your hips to meet his. “Just a bit—” there’s a pause, groaning as he drives his cock right back into your pussy, “—bit longer…”

Yuuta hasn’t completely forgotten why he decided to take things this far, his free hand reaching down to toy with your clit. With the new angle, his cockhead hits that soft, spongy patch that has your walls fluttering around his length.

Your fighting spirit diminishes more and more, not much strength to begin with in how you were woken up, only worsened by the way the coil in your stomach keeps tightening. When you go to shove the arm wrapped around your body, it’s not genuine, not completely at least. You’re overwhelmed just as much as him, and letting it happen doesn’t seem all that bad.

Slick is dripping down your thighs, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room alongside his grunts and your airy moans.

There’s a shake in your body, legs unable to keep themselves up as your voice breaks through the noise. “Yuuta...p-please…”

It doesn’t matter what it is you’re begging for exactly, but he tries to console you anyways. “I’m right here, baby. Just let go for me…”

The pads of his fingers press harder circles around your clit as the cant of his hips picks up.

You’re reaching your end, unmistakable in the way you tighten around his length, your muscles contracting and releasing. Yuuta is right behind you, thrusts growing erratic, barely pulling halfway out before sinking in again.

“Ah—that’s it, cum for me, good girl—”

There’s a moment where you go quiet, body locking up and mouth opening into a silent scream. It’s enough to have Yuuta’s body reacting much the same, a harsh ‘fuck’ leaving his lips before painting your walls white. There’s no thought to pull out, just that he wants to relax with you in his arms.

You’re trembling, aftershocks washing over you in waves, especially when he slowly drags his cock out and past your g-spot before leaving you empty.

Yuuta finally releases you from his hold, watching as you slump pitifully into the mattress. There’s a trail of his cum leaking down your slit, a little pool of it forming on the sheets. You look absolutely ruined, face turned and smushed against the bed—he can see the tears heavily wetting your cheeks, mouth agape as your chest heaves.

And he just...stares. Somewhat out of breath himself, hunched over, unmoving otherwise while realization crashes down on him.

You’d never forgive him, you’ll leave the second you get the chance. What Yuuta’s done to you is irreversible.

...As far as you know.

It’s always been like this, he thinks. Yuuta keeps you endlessly in the dark, meticulous pre-planning to make sure you’re protected always. And so he steps away, tucks himself back into his boxers, pulling up his sweats and grabs his phone. It looks like you’ve pretty much fallen asleep, which makes his job easier.

Plan A through Z, Yuuta has something to fall back on no matter what.

The screen illuminates his face, fingers swiping until Inumaki’s contact shines back at him. The cursed speech user owes him a favour, and there’s no time more perfect in Yuuta’s mind than now to cash it in.

A deep sigh from him sounds throughout the room—you won’t remember this happened, none of it. Yuuta will clean you up before Inumaki arrives, use reverse cursed technique to handle any wounds you may have, and then he’ll have his friend make you forget anything past going to bed.

While he still wants to keep you safe, keep you pure—it’s no longer for the same reasons. 

Darkened eyes land on your weakened form, and Yuuta knows this won’t be enough for him. You’ll push him away, he’ll get impatient...the rest is predictable, to say the least.

His message sends, phone turning black. 

Somehow, he’ll need to find a way to earn more favours.

[chaeryybomb]

nct dream reaction to their idol!reader girlfriend being shipped with another idol

anon: nct dream reaction to their idol!reader girlfriend being shipped with some other idol :) love your works btw. and thank you for this in advance

pairing: nct dream x idol!reader

genre: headcanons, fluff, crack

warnings: mentions of insecurities

a/n: dhsjdj technically my requests are closed rn but I decided I would write this out so I hope you enjoy this!

mark lee

confused boi™

tbh he wouldn't even notice you were being shipped with another idol until another member points it out

you were a special guest mc for the show and fans saw the cute interactions you had with the boyz juyeon

and soon enough fans started shipping the both of you together

in reality, you and juyeon were just high school friends and you were glad to see him again

fans on the other hand,,

mark didn't realise you were being shipped with juyeon until doyoung pointed it one day

and mark was all like

( ・◇・)？"nani? y/n and juyeon???"

he would then search up ynjuyeon on twitter because cough yeah

and found a shit ton of edits of the both of y'all

and now he's sad :((

he's sad that because no one shipped y'all together

"isn't your relationship a secret???"

"yeah but still :((("

mark sweetie y'all have neve interacted on stage before fjdjdndnd

he knows you love him and would never cheat on him

but boy is he going to be a pouty baby when y'all hang out next time

literally all he's going to say is:

"why do they ship you and him together?? why not me :(("

"mark they've never seen us in the same room before"

huang renjun

unbothered king™

at least that's what he tells you fhdjdj

he found out through a vlive fhdhdjj

it was one of the usernames and the username was like ynxyanan_shipper

and renjun mf squinted his eyes like

did I read that clearly ಠ_ಠ

he's like yn and wHO

chenle was beside him when it happened and chenle was like what's wrong

and renjun points out the username

and chenle starts lauGHING BECAUSE HE FINDS IT SO FUNNY

renjun smacks him on the head to tell him to shut up DHHSHDD

obviously he would take a screenshot of the username and sends it to you

and he's like

short king <3: do you hv something to confess to me

you: ,,, my love for you??

short king <3: blocked

you: HAHSAHS IM KIDDING

tbh you find the situation honestly really funny

cause you and yanan aren't exactly friends? you're more of acquaintances than friends

and you made eye contact one (1) time with him by accident at an award show and suddenly you're being shipped with him

when you call him the next time to hang out, definitely expect him to be salty about it fjdjfjd

"hey are you free to come over today?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask your BOYFRIEND yanan"

"renjun istg i will break up with you-"

lee jeno

oh baby boy is gonna be so so confused

he's going to be even more confused because you're being shipped with itzy's chaeryeong fhfhfjf

see you and chaeryeong were featured in an episode of a reality tv show once

and the both of y'all immediately hit it off and your friendship was just adorable

so y'all kept interacting every time y'all see each other

and y'all are now nicknamed as the 4th gen gfs because y'all are so adorable???

like the chaeryn ship ur most popular ship ever

so jeno is so confused?? like why is his gf being shipped with her??

he's like a whole ass puppy okay

you, on the other hand, find the chaeryn ship really cute so you don't mind it and you jokingly call chaeryeong your gf once or twice on live before fjdjfn

whenever you tell him that you're hanging out with chaeryeong, he will pout at you and give you his best puppy eyes

like he will cling onto you and try to convince you to now to go

it works like 13% of the time and you would cancel plans with chaer but most of time it doesn't and you would end up being late jhdjsh

but it will slowly become into an inside joke between y'all

like yk that one meme

"this is yn my girlfriend and her girlfriend chaeryeong"

kjdhkjshfs yeah that

but in all seriousness, jeno is really unbothered about you being shipped with chaeryeong because it basically has the same energy as him being shipped with jaemin

whenever y'all are having play fights, you jokingly threaten to leave him for chaeryeong jdsfjds and he immediately stops and says that's unfair

pls shower him in hugs and kisses later

lee haechan

definitely makes a fuss about it

i mean he knows that you aren't going to leave him and all but is he going to be dramatic about it? yes, yes he is

he finds out by himself because he was probably on twitter stalking your hashtag

when he suddenly stumbles upon and edit of you and ateez's san

he's like O.O wot is tHis?

screenshots the edit and sends it to you

hyuckie: yNNNN

hyuckie: THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

hyuckie: BABY

hyuckie: SUGAR BUM

hyuckie: DAISY PIE

you: what in, the ever loving fuck, is daisy pie

hyuckie: *sends screenshot* ARE U CHEATING ON ME

you: hyuck that pic is clearly edited

hyuckie: I KNOW BUT ARE YOU????

you: i-

he makes so much jokes about it that you literally have to shut him up with a kiss

jokes on u reader he's doing this on purpose to get those free kisses

the jokes stop when you actually finally meet san during a game show and shippers are like omg they finally interacted

and the amount of ynxsan edits just,, grow

haechan acts even salty about it and whines about why fan don't ship y'all together when y'all have made eye contact during the golden disk awards bc he was being a lil shit hdsjhfjds

"hey what if i keep staring at you during the melon so we can get into a scandal?"

"hyuck this is supposed to be a secret relationship-"

"yeah but-"

jokes on u he actually does stare at you at the next award show and thankfully did not get into any scandals, but fans started to ship the both of you!

na jaemin

the true unbothered king

literally does not care that you are shipped with someone else

because he knows that he is yours and vice versa

and plus you love him a lot so

he finds out from chenle, who did it out of spite because one day chenle was bored and wanted to cause some chaos

boi basically ran up to jaemin to shove an edit of you and treasurer's junkyu together and went like

"look hyung! ur gf is being shipped with someone eLsE"

"oh that's weird"

"rigHT"

"I thought people shipped her with treasurer's hyunsuk"

chenle is like

HUH???

"aren't you like,, jeaolous??"

jaemin just shrugs and says "hmm, not really"

jaemin knows that you are good friends wth a lot of idols because you're a social butterfly

so he truly doesn't mind when you get shipped with other idols bc in the end , he's the one holding you in his arms

plus he knows the edits and shippers are mostly harmless

and he trusts you

so he just fucks around with chenle jkldsfj

chenle is still confused bc he wants to rile jaemin up for fun but failed hjdshf

zhong chenle

if you thought haechan was dramatic, then you better buckle up for chenle's

so you see

fans already shipped u and chenle

like

y'all already have a dating scandal

and both companies tried so hard to defuse it

see you are an mc for a music show and you were interviewing nct dream

chenle, being the lil shit he is, kept giving you the heart eyes the entire time

and 6 months later, y'all got caught by dispatch on a daTe

ofc both sides were panicking but chenle was enjoying bc he's like "yeah this is my s/o and what abt it"

but y'all still had a dating ban so sm was this close in kicking him hfdsjfh

fortunately, they were able to cover it up as someone else so there's that

so chenle is aware that fans shipped the both of you together

so when he sees you being shipped with stray kid's jeongin

he was like "HOW DARE THEY-"

calls you to complain about the ship for 3 hours

and that is how you found out as well-

literally you don't even know jeongin so you just let chenle complain about it

he goes on and on about why fans should continue to ship y'all together so when he reveals the relationship the fans will be surprised but also not really at the same time-

"should i get into another scandal with you?"

"chenle no-"

park jisung

oh baby boy is going to be very, very confused

i mean he knows that shipping is a thing between fans

he's just confused why ppl would ship you and p1harmony's keeho

like you have never interacted with him so why would fans ship the both of y'all??

the dreamies mostly tell him to not take it serious but the chenle and haechan would egg him on

"get into a dating scandal with them"

"guys no-"

he wouldn't tell you that it bothers him because he doesn't want you laughing at him, worrying over a small issue

so honestly, it lowkey eats him up on the inside

until one day, you basically force it out of him because he's been acting weird for the past week

he finally confesses about the what's bothering him

and you tell him that you wouldn't have laughed at him

you know shipping idols is a common thing in the industry and sometimes it's uncomfortable knowing it when you're already in a relationship

but you also tell him that it's basically harmless because fans can't really force the both of y'all together

jisung would be insecure about the relationship because it's kinda of his first? so he just doesn't want to mess it up

just reassure him a lot and tell him that you won't leave him

and as time goes by, he just gets used to the shipping

[highqueenofelfhame]

no tag list bc im posting this from my phone and am too lazy so pls reblog so this gets traction! thank you for reading and follow @highqueenofelfhamewrites for better and more frequent updates and turn on post notifications! i might do away with tag lists soon idk. the whitethorn kids are headcanons from @musicmaam and i so i hope you love the babies we love them very much and becca is a mastermind

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Outside, it was a still and quiet morning. Despite the sun having risen hours ago, the sky remained a murky gray. Dew clung to the grass and a light fog remained settled over the landscape. It looked cold and like the kind of day that would usually have Aelin curled up in the study, a roaring fire warming the room while she sat in one of the oversized leather chairs and reread a favorite book. Rowan knew that once outside, the cool air would be a sharp bite at his skin. It’s how Terrasen always was in early November.

Instead of reading, though, Aelin was staring at her side of the closet. Her fingers nervously tapped above her elbow while she surveyed dresses and pantsuits, jackets and turtlenecks. More than once she had murmured that she never knew what to wear, and more than once he had told her that it really didn’t matter and she would look beautiful all the same.

A level below, Rowan heard the front door open and close, followed by their oldest son, Arden shouting up the stairs that they were home. They referred to him and his boyfriend, Jamie, and Aelin and Rowan’s oldest, Evalin. The three had driven from the University of Orynth on the other side of the city to the family’s house on the outskirts of town.

Genevieve, Declan, and Endymion, the younger half of the Whitethorn kids, were all getting ready. Genny had been up with the sun to make breakfast for everyone, her hands sticky with cream cheese frosting and cinnamon by the time she had finished. Declan and Endy were down the hall, fighting for counter space in their shared bathroom while Genevieve finished up at the vanity Rowan had built her last year in her bedroom.

More noise followed the voices downstairs turned to a quiet murmur as Rowan approached his wife and rested his hand on her lower back. Aelin leaned back on her heels and into his touch, turning her head slightly. Rowan pressed a kiss to her temple and she shivered, reaching out for the dress that he knew she’d end up picking. It was his favorite.

��Perfect choice, fireheart,” he murmured, rubbing his hand across her middle back as she sighed and pulled it off the hanger that she dropped to the floor. Rowan chuckled to himself, nudging it toward her pile of shoes as he followed her back out into their bedroom.

Rowan was already showered and dressed. He wore a simple black suit with Aelin’s favorite dark green tie— one that she claimed brought out his eyes, though Rowan hadn’t noticed a single difference as he tied it around his neck.

“You are worrying about nothing,” he murmured into her hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. Aelin shuddered a sigh, licking her lips as she turned to look at Rowan over her shoulder. Their eyes met for a single heartbeat before moving to the door.

“I hope Arden and Evie remembered to pick everything up this morning.”

“I’ll go check,” he promised, squeezing her shoulder before walking away. Rowan paused in the doorway, turning to look at his anxious wife. She stood in front of the window, dress draped over one arm while she twisted her wedding band around her finger. It made his heart squeeze in the most painful way, but he left her and jogged down the stairs to where the rest of his family mingled in the kitchen.

Entirely typical of his children, none of them looked up when he entered. Gen was dressed in leggings and an oversized sweater, manning the stove to make everyone else eggs. Endy and Declan were arguing over who got the cinnamon roll in the center of the pan: it was the most gooey and beheld more icing than the others. Declan won out in the end, but only because Genevieve pointed a spatula at Endymion to remind him of a petty crime he’d committed against her the day before.

“You don’t deserve that cinnamon roll. You know what you did.” Endy snorted, but relented, allowing Declan to eagerly swoop in for the golden treat. A large dollop of icing slipped off the side, barely making it onto his plate as he did. Endymion sighed wistfully, likely dreaming of how good that would have been in his stomach instead of his brothers. Rowan laughed to himself, ruffling Endy’s hair as he walked by. His youngest shrugged him off with a shiver, lips pulling down into a frown while he looked over at his father, then to his older sister as she walked into the room.

“Has mom been down yet?”

“She’s still upstairs,” Rowan said, while the other kids mumbled that she’d yet to come down. Arden and Jamie slid into the empty barstools at the counter, accepting plates of bacon and eggs from Genevieve. “Can someone go check on her?”

“I’ll go,” Evie decided, heading up toward Rowan and Aelin’s bedroom, stairs creaking with every step.

Genevieve was watching Evalin up until she disappeared at the top of the landing, her lips twisting to the side as she shifted to turn the stove off. The kitchen settled into a comfortable silence, the scraping of forks the only disruption. Genny poked at the cinnamon roll she’d chosen for herself before pushing it away, toward Endy.

“I can’t eat,” she said quietly, tapping her phone screen, the time blinking up at her before it went dark again. It seemed that Endy could eat, however, because he pulled her plate over and dove into her cinnamon roll immediately after finishing his. It was almost enough to make her smile but she seemed to be fighting it off. Rowan moved to wrap his arm around his daughter, but she shrugged out of his embrace and disappeared up the stairs. If he had to guess, she was joining Aelin and Evalin.

“I’m worried about her,” Rowan and Arden said at the same time, the former cracking a half smile.

“Me too,” Endymion agreed, fingernail tapping against the counter while he looked over his shoulder. Rowan opened his mouth to speak, but the soft closing of a door followed by the squeak of the top stair silenced him. A moment later, his three girls were filing into the kitchen. Aelin hugged each of her babies, pressing kisses to their cheeks that they didn’t shy away from.

“We ready?” Arden asked, picking up the bag he’d brought in with him. Aelin nodded and rubbed her hand over Genny’s upper back.

Genevieve had always been the most anxious of their kids in the worst way. Over the last year, her panic attacks had only gotten worse and nobody really knew how to help her. A few months ago, she had finally caved and agreed to start taking medicine for it when she needed to. Judging by the way she stood, worrying her lip and twining the ends of her silver hair into tiny braids, Rowan wondered if she was already debating taking one of those pills to keep the monsters of the day at bay.

The ride was quiet. The only conversation consisted of Aelin and Rowan asking Evalin, Jamie, and Arden about their college courses. The youngest three Whitethorns stayed quiet and listened while looking out the windows and tapping on their phones. No music filled the empty silences— the last five minutes was nothing but garbled road noise and turn signals, the occasional sniffle of a nose, or a small sigh.

When the car was put in park, nobody moved immediately. Aelin stared through the windshield, fingers drumming on the gear shift. Rowan lay his on top of hers, but she didn’t look over at him. Instead, she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and, after several heartbeats, nodded. Only then did the kids file out of the back seats, Genevieve going to take her mother’s left hand while Arden took her right. Rowan walked beside Endymion and attempted to steady his son when he stumbled over a rock that was hidden in the grass.

They walked through the cemetery, moving by headstone after headstone. Some of them were large and ornate weeping angels, others were crosses jutting out of the ground. A fair few were simple concrete rectangles in the ground with a vase for flowers. The one they came to stop at was something in between.

It was about two feet high in the middle of the graveyard, simple text embedded into the shiny quartzite stone. A large hawk had been carved into its surface, wings spread wide mid-flight, beak parted as though it were releasing a fierce battle-cry. There was no vase for flowers anywhere near it. Instead, piles of stones were left all around it. They were in all shapes, sizes, and colors. One had a painted hawk on the surface that he knew Genevieve’s boyfriend had left behind at the funeral last year.

Arden placed the bag he carried on the ground and they let Aelin be the first to pick her stone. She picked a large smooth one, a paler gray than the headstone itself that fit perfectly in her palm. She folded her legs beneath her body as she knelt before it, trembling fingers tracing over the name.

ROWAN M. WHITETHORN

JULY 16, 1970 - NOVEMBER 11, 2020

HUSBAND. FATHER. HERO.

TO WHATEVER END.

A breeze shifted through the air, moving Aelin’s hair across her face and she could have sworn it was warm. She could have sworn she smelled the familiar pine and snow scent that she would always and forever associate with her husband. Aelin could have sworn it felt like a lover’s caress, like fingers brushing away the tear that slipped down her cheek.

Aelin wasn’t sure how long she sat there, surrounded by their children. Each of them swapped their favorite stories about their late father, about what they missed most. All of them cried enough tears that Terrasen could hit a rare drought but the patch of grass they held each other in would still be green as ever.

When they finally stood, the air had dropped a few more degrees because the sun had never come out to keep them warm. It made that fleeting warm breeze even more bizarre, the one that smelled like him, considering the one that rustled the leaves on the nearby tree was cold enough to bite.

Out of the corner of her eye, she swore she saw him. She swore she saw a head of silver hair sock his head in her direction, but she blinked and he was gone, her oldest son stepping up in the place she thought she saw him, felt him, smelled him. Silver hair faded into a golden blonde that matched her own, but the eyes that peered down at her were as bright green as his father’s. Aelin felt her face crumple as she leaned into him, resting her temple against his shoulder. She inhaled hard, desperate for that pine scent to feel her lungs, desperate to erase the last year of her life without him. Desperate to pretend that he was still alive and it was his shoulder that she put her weight on.

But it wasn’t. And it wouldn’t be.

Still, as she looped her arm through his and started to walk back toward the car with their kids, she spared a last glance over her shoulder, projecting their vows into the void of the world: to whatever end.

She wasn’t sure what it was, but Aelin was almost positive she heard his voice whisper it back as another strange, warm breeze wrapped around her and left her completely breathless.

[palbabor-writes]

So, uh, I got excited with this ask

Anonymous said:

so what if, and I’m just spitballin’ here, you wrote a little something for Tomura, a jealous!reader x Tomura, perhaps? Ik there probably wouldn’t be an actual situation where somebody would try to steal him away or anything but just a little something on the reader seeing something that wasn’t what it looked like and Shiggy kind of reassuring her in his own special way? 😌 pls &thank you sm in advance, but you of course absolutely don’t have to write it if you don’t want to (: love your work!

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Gen!Reader

Warnings: Adult language, angst, jealous feelings, mentions of past relationship and heavy petting, mm, imma say it’s rated T, for the teens and upper betweens

Word Count: 4387

Notes: Lol. I’m pretty sure this was meant to be like, a drabble or head cannon in your mind nonnie. Me, being me, I stretched it out into a freaking fic. I can’t shut uppppp sometimes. First time trying for a Gen!Reader, so hopefully it’s a thumbs up. Not beta edited, so any mistakes are mine, and mine alone.

“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.” ― William Shakespeare, Othello

It’s been two months, two freaking months and you’ve hardly gotten two texts strung together, let alone a call, from Tomura. 

While he’s never been what anyone would call a frequent texter, your last message has sat, unread, on his phone for the last 3 days. You know he’s busy, you know he said he’s got shit to take care of, but you can’t help the angry pit of worry that simmers in your gut. He could at least tell you something. Like, hey, I’ll be out of touch for a few days, talk soon. Is that too much to ask? 

Apparently it is.

The two of you have always been a quiet item. Most of the League knows, or at least, heavily, heavily suspects. It’s not like you tried to keep it a secret, it’s just the way you both are. Besides, you usually liked how the arrangement worked.

You’d met him through your job. You worked with Giran as a courier of sorts. Sometimes you’d lug shipments back and forth, sometimes you’d make deliveries. It was one of these deliveries that introduced you to Tomura. He was quiet, sulking toward the back of the bar, but you’d managed to strike up a conversation with him as Compress double checked his requested items. 

He was waspish, sharp. At first, you worried that your questions had only managed to pissed him off. But then, just as you started to chat with another guy in the bar, a snarky fellow, who was covered in some serious, serious burns, Tomura tugs your attention back to him with a pointed question. 

“Can you tell Giran that you’re only one who’s permitted to transport the deliveries to the bar?”

That one query had started a landslide. 

You were summoned to the hideout frequently, practically on the daily after that. Giran just shook his head and asked you not to fall too deep. You didn’t know what he meant then. Two months later you understood his meaning perfectly. 

How could you not fall head over heels for this guy? Fuck, he was so desperate, so wanting, so fucking needy for you. God, you missed it now that you didn’t have it. After the Kamino incident, he’d called on you even more and you loved that you could help him. He honestly seemed, in his own, gruff way, appreciative. 

But, then he’d said he needed to leave the city. 

At first, your contact with each other had maintained some semblance of normalcy. You would text and he would reply. You could call and he would answer. Often, he sounded tired, strained, but every once in a while you could pull a laugh from him and all would feel right with the world. 

Now? 

Now nothing feels right and the only link you have to him is Dabi. He’s the only person in the League that’s responding to your emails or texts. Even Giran isn’t answering anything. That’s not normal either because Giran always, always answers. What the fuck is going on?

It’s starting to feel like you’ll never know. This is mainly due to the fact that Dabi is a shitty, shitty font of information. At first, you’d eagerly taken his calls and texts. In lieu of a tip, you asked him about this mission Tomura was on. He fed you vague, flippant, answers. 

“Tch, this again? I already told you, they’re all fighting this giant. It’s some pet of the doctors.”

“And like I said the last, oh, I don’t know, twelve times, giant makes no sense to me. Can you expand on that a little bit? Like, what the hell does that mean? They’re fighting a fucking giant. Is that supposed to be some kinda bizarro hint? Cuz’ it sounds like you’re giving me shoddy information to get me off your back,” you snap, placing your foot on his box of requested medical kit supplies. 

Dabi practically keeps you on standby now. The guy has gotten more aggressive in the last month, and the heavy price his fire quirk extorts on his body meant he needs a steady flow of burn cream, meds, stitches and pain relievers.

“Fuck, look, I don’t know how else to explain that fucker. I didn’t give a shit about boss man’s little mission to tame him, so the doctor and I worked out something else for me to do. I’m not around those guys right now, I’ve got other things I’m working on. Now give me my shit and get out of my face. Ask Toga about your little fuck buddy, I could give two shits about his well being.” 

“Why follow him if you hate him so much?” God, this asshole is such a prick.

Dabi considers you for a long moment, his vibrant blue eyes lingering on your scowling face. “He’s a means to an end. I’m just here to see this society fall to its knees. Boss wants the same thing, so, for now, this arrangement works for both of us. Now, if I have to ask you to give me my fucking shit one more time, I’m gonna’ singe you where you stand.” 

Sucking your teeth, you kick the box toward him and turn on your heel, slamming his door behind you. If he’s not going to be useful to you, why be useful to him? We’ll see how he likes it when you accidentally miss some of his shipment deadlines. 

You pace out into the night, shrugging your jacket up on your shoulders. If they’re so far out, if they’re fighting something that sounds like an impossibility, why not ask you to bring them some supplies? Why haven’t they reached out to you? 

As you wait for your train, you pull your phone from your pocket, your cold fingers resting against the glass. There’s a missed call from another contact, but no other notifications. You swipe over to your messages from Tomura. Your last text sits, still unopened, unread, uncared for, in his box. It’s not fair, you think, sliding your phone back and pressing your hands into the meager warmth of your pockets.

Tomura used to confide in you and you felt close to him. And not just in a physical sense. At first, the relationship between the two of you was just that, something that eased an itch. But you kept asking him things, liking the soft tone his voice could take on when he lost some of that anger. 

Then, he started to wordlessly ask you to stay a little longer, his arms wrapping around your bare form, holding you against his warmth. It was nice. It was so, so satisfying and now it’s gone. Is this his way of moving on from you? You would have thought that he would have said something. He’s never struck you as someone who hides from a confrontation. So why the radio silence? 

Another week passes and Dabi keeps calling. He’s practically got your entire schedule blacked out now with deliveries, upcoming shipments and transports. What. The. Fuck. It’s gotten so frustrating that you’ve started to waffle on picking up his calls, sending him straight to voicemail. 

“What kinda courier leaves their fucking name on their voicemail? Stop ignoring my calls, (Y/N).”

Yeah, he’s a real charmer. At least he answers your messages though. It’s better than nothing, you keep telling yourself, trying to ignore the gnawing, munching feeling of bitterness that keeps rising. Yeah, Dabi’s gotten to be such a constant in your life that your phone keeps recommending him as a new favorite. 

Would you like to add the contact: Dabi, to your favorites list? No, no you would not.

Then, suddenly, out of the blue, Dabi’s not answering you either. Your first, gut instinct, tells you that he’s likely annoyed with your spotty replies or he’s busy with...”Dabi things”. He’s always reminding you about the oh, so important “Dabi things”. ‘Don’t pester me with your shit, (Y/N). I’ve got something big I’m working on.’ 

But now? Fuck, now you’d kill to hear from him. 

There’s absolutely nothing. No response from Toga, Compress, Spinner, Dabi and most important of all, Tomura. 

He’d finally read your text. After two whole days had passed from the sent time stamp, he’d read it, and then opted to not respond. It stung. You can still feel that tightening emotion of dread, of abject hurt, that had radiated from your chest when you saw that he’d finally looked at your message and then just decided you weren’t worth his time. 

Yeah, after seeing that, the last few days have been nothing but a full tilt boogie of emotions for you. 

This must be a planned thing. Why else would they all coordinate their ghosting. He must have wanted to leave you behind and now, this distance has made it possible. 

He’s been changing a lot lately. 

Even before he left for this, whatever it was, he’d grown in confidence and skill. Fuck, he’d taken on a Yakuza boss and won. He’s becoming a leader, a competent force to be reckoned with. He doesn’t need you to bounce ideas off of anymore. A courier picked up at the start of his career isn’t a necessary piece to add to his collection. 

Yeah, chances are, he’s moved on. He’s out of your reach now and you can’t help the thoughts that rise in the back of your mind. What if he’s found someone else? What if he just got bored with you? Did you put too much thought into this relationship? Well, that question has kinda answered itself. You put way too much into this. You had planned for things, hoped for…

Your phone rings and the noise startles you out of your head. You fumble for your vibrating device and lift the screen up before swiping to answer the call. Oh, it’s Toga. Fingers shaking, you lift the phone to your ear and are so happy to hear her babbling voice. 

She tells you that she’s been meaning to call you, but, gosh, everything has gotten in the way. Plus, she took a bad hit in a fight. Oh, she’s ok, but it’s been a crazy week for her. 

As she chatters about some random series of events that you can’t string together, you let out a long sigh. That coiling that’s been building in your stomach loosens and you’ve never been so relieved in your life. There’s still a chance. Maybe he hasn’t decided to leave you in the dust. Maybe...whoops, Toga asked you something. 

“Deka City? No, I’ve never been there.”

“Oh good, well, I wouldn’t try and go now. Tomura sorta, mmm, crumbled it to bits.”

“What?”

“Oooh, and we’re part of a bigger group now…”

She tells you about something called Gigamantia and their new connections. Apparently, Tomura’s made another step up in the world. Now he’s leading something called Meta Liberation? What is that? It sounds kinda familiar, but where have you heard it?

Toga is winding down her conversation, her voice smoothing out. She promises she’ll answer your other texts soon and emails you a set of coordinates, saying they’ll see you there and clicks off. 

You lower your phone to your lap, biting back the grin that won’t stop spreading across your face. Ok, so, maybe you’re not as abandoned as you thought. Maybe they, no, maybe he still needs you.

******

You found the building alright. It was impossible to miss. This place is massive, fit for an army. The security is tight, so tight that you’d even been screened by a guard at the door. Once they confirm that you are who you say you are, and you know who you say you know, you’re permitted entrance.

Who are all these people?

As you enter the “meeting room,” which is really a space that looks like a concert area, complete with a well lit stage, you’re pressed into the mass of bodies. There must be hundreds of people here and there’s some hulking creature, dozing in the corner. 

Is this that giant Dabi mentioned? You totally thought he was making that shit up. And, wait, wait, is that a pro hero a few spaces away? What is this? Where is the League?

The overhead lights dim and your attention is drawn back to the sage. People are bustling around the elevated area and a plush chair is placed in the center. Looks like the show is about to start. 

A loud, booming voice announces the arrival of a man called Redestro. He must be that long faced guy in the motorized chair and, oh, there he is. 

He walks up slowly, it looks like he’s leaning on something, but you can’t see clearly. The crowd shifts around you and an inordinately tall man is blocking your view. Huffing out a sigh, you try to maneuver yourself to a better vantage place.

He’s seated now, his long legs spread out in front of him. Fuck, he looks both wonderful and terrible, at the same time. Wonderful because it’s Tomura, terrible because he’s covered in bandages and he’s got a brace on his leg. What happened to him? 

Your eyes can’t stop roving over him, trying to drink in everything. He looks like he’s on edge, his fingers clutching at a small slip of paper, as his good leg jiggles against the chair. Why...ah, he’s being introduced. Wait. He’s being introduced as the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front? So...so all these people...this entire organization...is his to command? 

He clears his throat and you hear his voice for the first time in months. He’s halting at first, but as he continues his speech his tone deepens, strengthens, losing that early hesitation. He sounds good, powerful and confident. 

You tear your eyes away from him and give the crowd a quick glance. They’re enraptured. A few paces away you can hear people whispering to each other, their voices low, awed. 

“He took down Redestro…”

“He’s so young.”

“He’s kinda...I don’t know...handsome.”

“You’re right, he looks regal.”

That coiling, trembling feeling is making a strong comeback. It’s an ugly return and it makes your flesh prickle and cool. He’s left you in the lurch for months and now he’s become some sort of leader, of an entire, what is this...a cult? An organization? An army? How the fuck, would you know? No one, least of all Tomura, has told you anything, about any of this. 

When the address and introductions (the League had made a, uh, flashy entrance) are over, someone comes up and taps you on your shoulder. It’s another one of those security guards. She says you’ve been requested, the League wants to see you. 

She takes you past the stage and down a long hallway. It’s quiet back here and the silence doesn’t soothe your frayed nerves. You’re pointed to a large set of doors and you bite your lip before pushing them open.

Another large room greets you. This one is filled with plush couches, elegantly carved tables and multiple chairs. There’s so much to look at, you don’t even see them at first. No, you hear him before you see him. He’s talking with a tall woman, who is writing down what he dictates, her pen moving rapidly across her paper.

Fuck, you’ve missed his voice. 

It’s quiet now, a little hoarse from his speech and you want to step closer. He’s standing next to some large windows, his back turned to you. He hasn’t even noticed you. What were you thinking? He’s this...God, leader now. What are you? Just a nobody he met when he was still pounding the pavement, looking for anyone who could help their cause, their mission. There’s nothing for you here, he’s…

“(Y/N).” 

Your eyes snap up to his. Tomura has turned, one arm braced heavily on his crutch, and is looking right at you. His eyes are hooded, dark, you can’t get a read on him from here. You want to step closer, but that sickening feeling is falling, like a stone, into your gut. Despite your turbulent emotions, you can’t stop staring at him.

The thick bandages are off and his hair is longer, the white strands hang close to his collarbone now, gleaming and pearlescent. He looks, damn, he looks tired and...what’s that? There’s something dark on his hand, it’s black and it covers three of his fingers. Why is he wearing that half glove, oh, oh no. It’s not a glove you realize, horrified, it's a prosthetic. He’s lost some of his fingers. 

“It took you long enough, come here, (Y/N).” 

His voice has dropped an octave, lingering in that distant tone that he would use when he dragged his lips across your neck, rumbling and murmuring against your skin. He knew that you liked that, he knew that it would make you so desperate for him, your hands pawing at his shoulders, pulling... 

No. He’s ignored you for weeks, no, months. You’re not about to just fall to pieces at his feet, crawling and begging for him to want you. Your eyes latch onto his and you minutely shake your head at his request, fingers squeezing into your palms. 

The woman, noting the tension that’s suddenly entered the room, looks between the two of you, and abruptly makes herself scarce, her heels tapping against the floor as she walks to the door. Once you hear it close behind her you unstick your mouth, your tongue heavy against your teeth.

“Who was that?” you ask, your voice croaking, thick with disuse. You can’t help the question. It tumbles from your mouth before you can stop it. You’d meant to ask him something else, but the query just, pops out, angry and trembling. 

“I don’t know. One of Redestro’s cronies. Why-” His face scrunches abruptly and a wince of pain passes of his features. “Why does it matter?” He finishes, his hand gripping a little tighter against his cane.

“You didn’t have to send for me, you know. It looks like you’ve upgraded everything else, why not me too?”

A scowl echoes across his lips. “What-”

You won’t let him finish his question, you can’t stand it anymore. You also can’t seem to stop. All of the emotions, the anger, the betrayal, the fucking, God, jealous thoughts that you’d slip into, alone in your cold bed. No, you’re not going to back down.

“You didn’t call, you didn’t text, and when you did, finally, manage to remember that I exist, the texts were so far and few between...fuck, sending a letter would have been faster. The only link I had to you was Dabi-”

“What?” He snaps, repeating his question, his red eyes, flashing, gleaming, glaring. “What does he have to do with anything?” His face is set in a deep snarl, his scar lifting along his white teeth. His fingers coil into his crutch, one digit arched away, and he begins the long journey to where you’re stubbornly standing. 

You watch him on bated breath. The sheer excitement of his renewed presence is making you shake. The warring feelings that are rising inside you are too much. It’s too much, it’s, oh...he’s right in front of you now.

“Answer me, (Y/N). What the fuck does Dabi have to do with anything?” 

You gulp. Tomura has never, ever liked you interacting with Dabi. It was that first subtle flirtation between you and the flame user that had set Tomura off in the first place. He had barely given you a second glance that first time you met him, but once your attention wandered over to Dabi, suddenly he was all ears. That animosity grew as time wore on. 

If anything, Dabi took advantage of it. He liked to press you, corner you, it was one of the many things you disliked about him. He was a selfish ass, only manipulating things for his own, twisted amusement. 

It’s a low blow for you to land on Tomura, to play up his own jealousies, but turnabout is fair play, right? 

“He’s the only person I could reach. You want to know who my phone keeps asking me to favorite now? Fucking Dabi. I kept asking him about you, about what was going on, but he never knew.

So, then I tried reaching out to you, directly. But then you decided to conveniently lose my fucking number, or something. You didn’t answer a single thing after that last text I sent you, what, two weeks ago? You didn't call. You didn’t even act like I exist, it-”

“I told you it would be a while.”

“Yeah, a while doesn’t typically mean two months. And how do you come back to me? With a broken leg and, fuck, three missing fingers? What is going on Tomura? You’re a different person now. Do you even want me anymore? You don’t have to ghost me. You could have just told me that you were moving onto bigger and better things. 

Congratulations, by the way. You’re the leader of a cult. Now, you can cut off all those lousy loose ends, like me-”

“You’re jealous.”

His voice has dipped into that low octave again, rasping, deep, and oh, fuck. You sputter at his assessment, your hands clenching into your pants. You need something to tether you, to keep you from reaching for him. You’re angry, remember? He’s left you, all alone, so alone and... 

He’s shifted to lean into you, the warmth of him rolling over you in waves. You can hear his breathing, if you move a little bit closer you could feel it, too. He knows what he’s doing. He’s used this tactic on you before. It’s very effective. His crutch taps him nearer. He’s practically flush against your heaving chest and your eyes flick up to his. 

The red is dark, tempered, and that swirling agitation has left him. He looks…

No, no, he left you for months, he can’t look at you like that. You shake your head, your eyes wincing shut, blocking him from view.

“I’m not...I-I’m not jealous, I was just-”

“Come here, (Y/N). Don’t make me ask you again.”

His new, half prosthetic hand reaches for your neck and traces over your trembling throat, ghosting over you, forcing you to press toward him. Once he’s satisfied you’re not going to reject his touch, he lets the digits tap onto you, gently, slowly, like he’s coaxing you out of your temper. The contrast of cool metal and warm skin makes you gasp, your eyes fluttering open. 

He’s curved over your lips, his white hair drifting softly around your face. Unthinkingly, unquestioningly, you reach for him. Your fingers lace into the silken tendrils and he lets a slow exhale wash over your face. His verdant eyes are so close. They’re fixated on yours, refusing to let you slip from his gaze again. 

You can’t breathe. There’s something else you want to scold him for, but...but his lips are so close. His nose bumps against yours and you bite your lower lip. He’s so warm. He smells nice too. It’s a rich smell, earthy, thick with some enticing aroma that’s all him. It floods your senses and you’re downing, distracted and lost. 

Tomura’s won this little stand-off because you reach for him first. Your fingertips urge him to you, one thumb dragging a familiar trail across the mole on his chin. His lips are chapped, rough, but oh, oh you’ve missed this. 

He lets you lead him, your lips pressing and lifting, planting feather light caresses against him. Your tongue swipes across his lower lip and he groans. It’s a husky, broken sound and it makes you yank at his clothes. His new suit crumples under your hands. You’d almost feel bad, if he hadn’t been such a neglectful ass to you. You’re nipping at him now, your kisses losing that sweet vulnerability.

Tomura approves of this frantic pace and one arm cages against your back, lifting you closer and dragging you against his front. His crutch clatters to the floor, but neither of you have the wherewithal to care. 

Besides, you think happily, you can be his crutch now.

He’s biting and sucking, his teeth drifting from your trembling lips and pressing into your pulse. One particularly hard nip has you arching into him, a gasping whimper on your lips. His tongue laves over the hurt, lulling the nip. 

Your hips instinctually lean into the his and you moan when you feel the hardness that is waiting for you there. Tomura presses back, dipping his nose into the juncture of your shoulder, his lips distractedly kissing against your skin. Your fingers trace down his front again and one hand goes lower still, running along his pants until you find what you’re searching for. 

He growls when you apply just the right amount of pressure and he’s pulling your lips back to his, demanding more. You’re skirting your other hand to the clasp of his belt when someone barges in the door.

Gasping, you start to pull away, trying to turn, but Tomura holds you to him, lifting his chin until it’s resting against your shoulder. He’s glaring out at whomever the fuck is standing in the doorway, but his fingertips are moving against you, pressing and soothing down your fevered skin.

“Hey boss- ah…” Dabi is brought up short by the sight that greets him and you can hear the sneer that he must have thrown Tomura’s way. 

Tomura, for his part, is quiet, content to silently stare down the man who stupidly interrupted him. He turns his head a fraction of an inch, but it’s enough room for him to drag his rough lips against your neck. You quake at the stimulation and hear Dabi let out a barking laugh.

“Ew, well this is fucking disgusting. Looks like the two of you can go back to fucking normal, eh (Y/N)? You and boss man can bone and get all that pent up insecurity out of your-”

“Get the fuck out,” you and Tomura say in unison.

You hear another scoffing chuckle and then the door slams shut.

Notes: The Dabi bits miiiight be in there because I finally got my belated birthday present of his Banpresto figure in today ԅ(≖◡≖ԅ)  

Tags: @spicy-skull, @xwildskullx​, @yixxes​, @ghstmthr​, @evesmores​

*I think that’s everyone for now. If you wanna be added to a list just drop me a line & I’ll get you on the Google Doc: Shigaraki works, Dabi works, Hawks works, BNHA works, All works...works, works. There’s likely more to come, but that’s what I got for now. k byeeee.

[samikozume-todoroki]

Those bugs hc were amazing ( i was laughing so hard), what about some headcanons where the reader is now too small to reach something and the boys have to help her 👉👈

(Thank you so much! Glad it made you laugh🥺 as a smol bean; I am an inventor or spidermonkey no in between. And by boys I assume Shouto and Katsuki at the least, but I’m also doing Izuku and Kirishima!)

Characters: Shouto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, Eijirou Kirishima

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Shouto Todoroki:

Mans walked into the pantry, fully intent on destroying the endeavor cereal that UA just stocked up

See you climbing on the shelves, hands losing their grip

Yoinks you so fast you don’t even realize he entered

(All I hear is the “STOOPID IM NOT GONNA LET YOU GET THE CHANCE” audio as I type this💀)

Actual photo of shouto yoinking you

Mans holds you by the collar of your shirt, staring at you with his beautiful eyes which are full of concern and worry

iTS NOT FAIR HES BOTH HOT AND A DECENT PERSON ITS NOT

“C-c-can you hel-help m-me?” Pouty and flustered the words are spit out

He puts you on the ground and goes behind you

!!! What r yO-

oh, okay

Mans picks you up by the armpits and you grab that yummy yummy Cinnamon Toast Crunch and the nasty bitch e*deavor cereal

He is so focused on how to destroy the cereal that when you lean up to give him a peck on the jaw, he stumbles

His heart just went DokiDoki!Precure

Scurrying out of the room like a rat (same😌💅✨) you don’t know that his left side flared up- destroying half the pantry

“Well at least the cereal got destroyed”

“YO! WHO DESTROYED THE MAC N CHEESE?! NOT COOL BRO”

“Half the pantry is burnt to a crisp and youRE comcerned about the Mac n cheese??”

“Ya??? Isn’t everyone??”

*everybody nods*

“Sigh”

Katsuki Bakugou:

Katsuki firmly believes in “fuck everyone, it’s every man for himself”

But there’s a secret clause hidden in page 101, paragraph 2, sentence 3, section FU-ck; 666

(I have no idea how shit like that works, so let’s roll with it🥰)

It states “it’s every man for himself unless the short stack can’t reach jack shit, then I could lend a hand if I want”

He enters the cleaning closet and sees you banging the broom on the bleach on the top shelf

“Thread the needle what the fuck broom fuck the handle sis it ain’t hard please-“ this close to tears and suddenly

Katsuki enters, grumbling about who knows what

“What? Did you see a speck of lint in the hallway that reminded you of Izuku?”

“No” (yes actually, damn nerds lint)

Now that a hot and more importantly tall boi was here

You banged on the bleach hoping it would annoy Katsuki enough to get it for you

✨backfired bitch✨

“You could just ask for help short stack”

😳😠🥺”pls help me”

He went to reach for the bleach, doing that “cage them in by getting super close” thing and

gETTING WAY TOO CLOSE LIKE SIR PLS BACK UP

I AM TRYING TO B R E A T H E

“I-I-I tha-thank y-you” 😳

“You’re welcome”

Said with such a cocky smirk, all embarassment is gone.

Pulling him down a bit by the collar of his shirt, and then

Kissing his cheek, you linger for a few seconds, releasing him skipping out the door

Mans blew up a shelf on accident

“Why is the shelf broken?”

“Bakugou”

“Ah, normal Tuesday then”

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku was going into the kitchen for a snack

When he stumbled upon a snacc😍

A snacc that was on their knees on the counter (no feet on the counter, nasty bitch 🤢) and tipping backwards

Full cowled over and caught you, bridal style

“Y/n be more careful! What if I didn’t catch you?! You could have cracked your head open, broken your neck, or-

“But that didn’t happen because you were here!”☺️

“gotten an concussion fall asleep and slip into a coma, got a stroke that we didn’t notice and di-“

Blushy boy becomes a tomato

Not only from your words

But your beautiful eyes that shine so warmly and a smile that always cheers him up and lips that he’s imagined kissing a couple of times-

And your voice which is so gentle and happy and holds no doubt. The way you said he was there like he would always be there and you’ll always count on him and trust him

He’s just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

(TAKE MY KITHES IZUKU BABIE ILY)

He sets you gently on the counter

“Can you get something for me?”

Man full cowls and within a second all the items on the top shelves are taken down and out on the counter

“I-I just needed salt??”

“Oh”😳 full cowls everything back but the salt.

You offer him some food and ask him to eat with you and this blushy simp boy is in

✨heaven✨

God y’all ain’t even dating and make everyone feel so so so single

“Oh my god, somebody please make them kiss already”

“Izuku and y/n are in the kitchen?”

“The sexual tension and mutual pining is infuriating and disgusting”

“Retweet”

“Even bakugou agrees”💀

Eijirou Kirishima:

You regret throwing stuff on the top shelf of your closet

Why did you, oh right because “you’ll never need it, and you don’t use it”

Well you need it now

Fuck.

Normally you would be an

😌💅✨independant woman✨💅😌

And get a chair and do it yourself

But the only chair is the rolling chair,

and idk man it’s slightly cloudy and Mars is in retrograde so you don’t really think it’s a good day to snap your neck

So you go to the common area to steal a boy 🤩

Seeing Eijirou first, his freshly showered appearance (the hair!!!) blessed your eyes

😍

“Ei~ Ji~ Rou~”

“Slightly scared, but yes y/n?”

“I need a tall, muscly man to help me”

He never got up so fast in his life, eyes sparkling

Eijirou’s man ego and pride was stroked and he was t h r i v i n g

His grin was so big and eyes so happy and please please please praise him and stroke his ego more I beg

Going to your room

Eiji was in heaven, first time in your room and he loved it already everything screamed you and he loved you so he loved it

(Hi I love simp Eiji and ack, I’m actually crying I simp for him so so so hard i🥺😭)

After grabbing your stuff,

You flashed him the prettiest smile

Your eyes reflected back his and it was the most beautiful piece of artwork he had ever seen

And softly, “thank you”

GAJSGHAHS Y/N TAKE ALL MY LOVE AND MY HEART I DONT NEED IT ANYWAYS

(Give him kithes rn 😠 I swear)

you invited him to stay and chat

All throughout it you were like

“Sir??? You do not get to be so handsome and pretty and funny and nice and a super good person”

Omg you actually teared up a little bit when Eiji was smiling and laughing boisterously

It was so cute and you were so in love and🥺🥺🥺

You guys were first on the floor, then the bed and desk chair, then across from each other on the bed, then next to each other on the bed and

wow now you both are sleeping and cuddling.

Kiri is wrapped around you and if he woke up in the middle of the night and snuggled your small form closer it’s not anyone’s business but his

“I hate them”

“Kirishima and y/n?”

“Who else?”

“Good lord you would think they are newlyweds”

“Always rubbing it in our faces that they are soulmates”

A/n: Shouto is emotionally constipated 😠 he doesn’t know he’s crushing😠 all he knows is that he feels things😠 that are nice and warm and make his fire activate😠 this is the second version, the first got deleted because of my own stupidity. I think After fiddling with this version for around an hour, I like it more than V1. 🥺 if anyone wants anymore boys from BNHA, or some HQ boy versions send a request! I’d be happy to do it!

I am in the process of planning out a Kid Krow songfic collection for BNHA and Haikyuu (separately) and I want to hear suggestions for which character for which song! Drop an ask or find the post I talk about it (under Sami speaks) and comment!

General Taglist (open! Ask or comment on this post to be on it): @mssyprsn

[mcchipisfried]

DEArtfest Day 29 - Stuck In A Closet

Okay I’m not gonna lie I really liked writing this one!

(There’s a little surprise at the end that I hope you guys enjoy)

I really hope Maximilian never sees this

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“Nines what the fuck? Move your fucking arm its going to fucking break my ribs!”

“Gavin, I can assure you you are in no such danger of me breaking anything. But I regret to inform you that there is no way I’m “moving my fucking arm” unless you move your fucking body.”

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How they ended up like this was to say the least, hard to explain. It started with Gavin hiding from Hank because he had “accidentally” set his screen saver to a picture of Connor’s face photoshopped into a picture of the Terminator's body. This was of course no accident and was in fact a prank.

It was quite funny if you asked Gavin. Peak Millennial/ Gen Z humor. Hank apparently had no sense of humor, although he probably would have laughed if Fowler hadn’t come up behind him just as he logged in to see said photoshopped version of Connor. Hank’s mouth had never been so wide and Fowler had never sighed so loudly before that moment. He promptly turned back to go into his office, muttering about retirement while Hank tried to explain that no he would never have something like that as his screensaver for work to both Connor and Fowler. 

Connor comforted Hank and tried to explain he believed him while Hank looked around the precinct, spotted Gavin trying to hide behind his computer and Nines doing his best to look at the papers he had in his hand. Of course Gavin would do something like this but he wasn’t smart enough to hack his computer. Only an android would be able to do something like that. He turned to Connor who quickly looked at Nines and Gavin, coming to a similar conclusion just as Hank had. He turned to look at Hank. Hank nodded at Connor.

“You take Nines. I'll take Reed. Divide and conquer.”

They both scrambled towards Nines and Gavin’s desks as the other duo rushed in the other direction because dammit they had balls but they knew when to run.

Gavin and Nines split, going in opposite directions. Gavin shoving himself into a broom closet, breathing heavily. He heard running steps quickly passing him by. Damn him Hank could still run faster than Gavin but all that hair was probably covering part of his eyes since he didn’t bother to check the closet. He quieted a laugh as he heard other footsteps running and opening the broom closet. Fuck. LED. It was Connor. Now he knew he was definitely going to die. Or that's what he thought until Connor shoved himself on top of Gavin and closed the door before another set of footsteps passed the door. That’s when he realized it was actually Nines. That’s also when he realized it was way too cramped in the tiny broom closet.

“ Nines what the fuck? Move your fucking arm its going to fucking break my ribs!” Gavin loudly whispered. It was too cramped. Way too cramped.

“Gavin, I can assure you you are in no such danger of me breaking anything. But I regret to inform you that there is no way I’m “moving my fucking arm” unless you move your fucking body.” Nines said trying to twist his body to face Gavin but failing as he still didn’t want to hurt him.

“If anything, you should be more worried about Connor or Hank breaking your ribs for making that stupid picture.” Nines said, finally managing to turn his body without accidentally crushing the Detective.

“Okay but you were the one who managed to get it on Hank’s computer.”

“I only did that because the other option was to print them out. Everyone would have known it was you and at least this way there would be more of a mystery.” Nines said miserably, resigning himself to leaning on the door and trying to give Gavin as much space to breathe.

“You have to admit it was funny though. Did you see Fowler's face? They are not getting another case for at least two weeks!” Gavin chuckled to himself even more. 

“Yes but you didn’t have to use the Terminator poster. You could have just used a random poster of a robot. I think it would have gotten a similar enough reaction.” Nines grumbled, something clearly bothering him.

“Tin Can, the Terminator poster was perfect. Anything else would not have been funny enough.” Gavin tried to explain. He noticed Nines wasn’t so happy about their little prank. He thought Nines would enjoy messing with Connor and Hank but it seemed he was wrong.

“I just...think it didn’t have to be the Terminator. I mean you said I was the Terminator so I thought that was something you used exclusively-”

“Whoa whoa whoa, Nines,” Gavin smiled before continuing. He brought his hand to cup Nines face as best as he could. 

“Are you jealous?” Gavin asked. Of course he was. He had to be.

“What? No Detective, I may be a deviant but I am certainly not jealous-”

“No but you are! You’re jealous I used a Terminator picture for Connor!” Gavin laughed, oh this was too good. Fuck it if Connor or Hank found him and broke a couple bones. He could end up in the hospital happy knowing Nines was jealous of something so dumb.

“Tin Can don’t worry. You’re my only Terminator. And besides I used a poster from the really bad one from like 2015. If you ever let me photoshop you I promise to use the poster from one of the good movies.” Gavin smiled at Nines and leaned in to give him a chaste kiss. Of course his Terminator could get jealous. He was as human as Gavin was. Maybe even more so. Nines smiled but before he could say anything he felt the door behind him open and he hugged Gavin close to him as he felt himself fall.

Gavin yelped at being brought down with Nines before they both looked up to see Hank, Connor, Chris, and Tina all smirking as they looked down at them. Tina was holding her phone recording them.

“Oh Gavin I can’t wait to show this to Fowler. Just coming back from your vacation and you’re already sneaking into closets to make out.” Tina said before running off in the direction of Fowler's office. Gavin scrambled up and ran after her.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Gavin yelled as he turned the corner.

Nines was still on the floor, his clothes covered in dust but smiling like nothing was wrong in the world.

“Wait so he calls you the “Terminator” as a pet name?”

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Gavin used Connor’s face on the Genisys Poster and he used Judgement Day for Nines because Judgement Day is the best terminator movie don’t @ me

I’ve taken Digital Media Classes and know how to photoshop I SWEAR-

Please don’t let Maximilian see this pls

Anyways I hope my terrible photoshoping skills didn’t blind you!

[biussworld]

Henlo, could I pls ask for a scenario where Aizawa has a kid who's that one chill kid who's just vibin and gets along with most people and during the sports festival's one on one battles, someone (preferably monoma but you can pick whoever you like) pisses her off by insulting her classmates and stuff and she just snaps and proceeds to destroy them? Like she just yeeted them outta the ring while telling them to roasting them in the process?

hello! thank you for requesting~ i changed it up a little bit, though i did put a little monoma action in there. there's also not much aizawa and more of a class 1a x aizawa's daughter qwq

i hope you like it!!!

QUICK BACKGROUND

your quirk is similar to your dad's, and you've begged him to train you ever since you were a kid so you best believe you also have something similar to his capture weapon

he ain't no enji todoroki, my child, so you don't need to worry about him being all strict nd that HOWEVER he's not lenient with you, he's just like what we see he does with class 1a

SOOO with that aside, even though you have similarities with your dad, your personalities definitely are different. somehow.

like you'd be alone and quiet one minute, all of a sudden a few people come up to you and talk to you a bit and then you're friends with them already that's!!! not him ahk-

but it's cute, he thinks you're a less scarier version of him

one time when he was scolding half of the class for playing along and almost getting the other half of the class injured with kaminari's school pool prank (we all know what he was about to do) you went in and said "awh, give 'em some slack, dad. it's not like anybody got hurt."

and that's when everyone in the class knew you were so cool and dangerously funny and nice

you'd be goofing around doing tiktok dances with the condiments trio (sero, kiri, kami pls don't let me explain it aka soy sauce, ketchup, and mustard respectively)

you'd also be pestering bakugou with the three, but bakugou's a little docile this time for some reason !!! it's a bit scaryyyy

jirou and yaoyorozu got ur back if you need study help

cant find your notes? yao-momo's got extras for you

want some BANGIN study playlist? ayyy jirou's got one ready. SHE ALSO!!! LETS YOU PLAY WITH THE INSTRUMENTS IN HER ROOMMMM

the dekusquad !!! they love youuu and you're basically scolding deku too everytime he's about to break his arms again like hahahaha what the heckkkk deku stooop but go on it's your body but stopppppp dad's gonna kill meeee hahahaha

iida and todo would just be watching you do something STUPID but todo would be more like holding iida back from stopping you because he has to see this shit go downnnn

you, mina and tsuyu take uraraka shopping some time and shE'S ALWAYS !!! UWUUUU and you know this mochi recipe from your mom so you three get to make 'em in the dorms

the big bois satou and shoji along with the lord birb of darkness tokoyami walks with you to and from school grounds, or hangs out with you in the common room when you need a break from being around LOUD and NOISY classmates (kami, baku i'm not saying it's you, luv, but i am,,,,,, looking at you)

dark shadow also gives you head pats!!! because you gave him one time and now he's giving you lots all the time!!!

BASICALLY YOU'RE FRIENDS WITH EVERYONE IN CLASS 1A!!!

not because you're aizawa's kid!!! but because for a teacher's kid you're so cool and kind and chill !!!

THEN

then the sports festival came around

and for the cavalry battle you met this bitch monoma and he basically started yapping about how you only got in because of aizawa

which isnt trueeee you went in through the same exams as them as you didnt want to rely on your dad's connections, plus aizawa wouldnt have agreed to you entering without breaking a sweat anywayyy ;(((

but you didnt tell him that bc you really could care less about what he says

when their team lost you LAUGHED AT HIS FACE lmaoooo but gave the rest of his teammates a kudos to their work

so you made it into the one on one battles

and for your first fight, you're up with shinsou

now, now, shinsou isn't one to pull out insults just because

he needs to incite a reaction from you, so he does a little nudge here and there

it's all about you, how your position as a ua student is unfair to him and a lot of kids in the gen studies because you're a teacher's kid and some of them could've gotten in just fine, too

but again you didn't mind it because you knew a lot of them would say that, so you mentally prepared yourself for it

"i bet they only tolerate you because you're aizawa's child, huh?"

ah, this. right in your HEART and your insecurities

though you were irked, you felt that your classmates have been kind to you even before so you brush it off, taking a step towards him

then with all the smugness he can muster he's up and saying "maybe the entire class 1a is irrelevant and useless, even slacking off during trainings but nobody would know because you wouldn't say a thing"

man

MAN OH BOY

you can tell he's getting desperate, as he's using everybody else against you now

you have this dark aura surrounding you, your face contorted in a scowl

THEN YOU WRAP HIM IN YOUR CAPTURE WEAPON AND SLAM HIM INTO THE GROUND LIKE A TRUE WARRIOR AYAYAYAYAYAYA

you FINALLY use your quirk on him so you can finna talk without getting mind controlled, glaring red at him as you step on his chest

"i let you talk shit about me, call me incompetent and whiny but i'll NEVER let you talk shit about my friends."

as he struggles in your hold, you tighten the capture weapon around him and lower your face so he can hear you loud and clear "if you really want to throw all of us in the hero course out, then you gotta do better than just spitting in our faces." then you basically YEET him out of the bounds.

he rolls on the ground in pain as you stand in the middle of the arena, your head hung low.

after your fight everyoneee in the classs is just qwq awww our widdle baby you so sweeet qwq like you didnt just YEET the living daylights out of shinsou

and your dad personally went up to you to nudge you in the shoulder with his bandaged elbow

AND THEN YOU HUG HIM TIGHT AFTER HE TELLS YOU HE'S PROUD OF YOU

the rest of 1a is giving you pats on the back and cheers!!!

you bet bakugou is at the back like, "yeah, obviously she's got bite. she's from 1a."

all in all, everyone's so proud to have a sister like you in their class!!! they love you as much as you love them uwu

I LOVE SHINSOU IM SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME

[konaizumi]

Gen Y ep 11 thoughts/reaction

- yeees, make thanuwayu canon!

- i literally just want wayu to be happy

- one of my favorite things about this show is how mature the characters feel, like a majority of the conflicts are caused by the characters being confused or unsure of their feelings and trying to take time to work through them and this unintentionally hurts other characters, but this feels more genuine than a bunch of drama created by stupid misunderstandings and characters being petty, and yes, communication would help a lot of these problems, but it never feels like the writers are just adding things in for no other reason than ‘drama’

- anyways, back to thanuwayu and that beautiful hug and wayu’s precious smile

- that brief flash of thanu’s smile, looking so genuinely happy to have wayu in his arms

- poor phai tho, I don’t want any of my babies getting hurt

- anybody else freak out for a second when he took off his shirt in the mirror and worry that he had gotten the tattoo then were immediately relieved when his back was still bare? just me?

- i tend to prefer college shows rather than high school ones, but my favorite thing about high school thai bls is how accurately they portray high school boys, just boys goofing off, showing their sexy hips

- pls poktong just kiss and make up already, i liked you a lot better when your genre was fluff

- watching pok being all flirty and douchy just seems out of character

- 15 min in and still no markkit

- i’m glad the whole blackmailing plot has now been fully explained, but seeing sandee suddenly smirking and being an asshole is giving me the same feelings as when poktong got weirdly aggressive last ep (by feelings i mean confusion and dislike)

- i wanted phai to end up with sandee bc sandee was so cute and sweet but i don’t know if i want that anymore

- also i forgive tong a little bit for what he did (getting pok beat up not switching the test scores) knowing that he had good(ish) intentions, he still fucked up tho and did a bad thing

- i’m calling it now, either next ep or next season, right when poktong is finally making progress, pok will find out about the switched scores and bam, drama

- pls poktong just kiss and make up already

- i know this scene is supposed to be romantic and all but i can’t stop cringing at the placement of the kisses, like next to the mouth but not quite the cheek? the chin??

- back to my preferred high school babies

- i can’t stop laughing at how they all got the coming of age parted bangs hairstyle to symbolize that they’re in college now

- all the high school babies look good except for pok who now has too much forehead, not that his style before was great but it was better

- thanu is such boyfriend material

- that phaiwayu hug hurts my soul, wayu looks so happy, i just want them both to be happy and not get hurt

- Finally!! 25 min in and finally we get markkit

- i want more of this thanu, thanu with a smile and joking around with his friends

- I really want jiw’s butterfly shirt

- jack and jew kidknapping mark like that was prob my favorite moment of the whole episode, that gif is now my header

- alright, padbok is back, still waiting for their story, but i kinda hope their resolution waits till season 2 bc i want character development for padbok and there’s already so much that needs to happen next ep that i think his story would only be rushed and somewhat glossed over

- i know some people hate padbok, and i also find him annoying, but ever since they dropped the idea of padbok x sab in an earlier ep, all i want is padbok redemption ark

- i guess thanu is somehow going to feature in the poktong story

- i absolutely love sab and klui, they are my favorites of the high school babies

- i guess i can’t call them high school babies anymore

- jackkoh, just admit your feelings for each other already

- aww, markkitwayu choosing custody over the babies, mark wants to be a good senior so badly

- soon as kit said they hadn’t picked a medicine beau, i was like, it’s going to be tong, and i was right, it’s ittpai all over again, but whether it’s better or worse remains to be seen

- kit really does attract the beau’s doesn’t he

- don’t worry mark, you’re much prettier than pok

- pls give me more kitwayu bonding and helping each other heal from pha

- damn kit, you were so close to getting phai to spill

- yes phai, make kit move in with mark

- i absolutely need to know what kit’s test is for phai’s suitors

- i would just like to admire dun’s ability to look so completely lovestruck, like his gaze is just so full of love and it’s so sweet

- that kiss was so cute, i’m sorry i ever doubted you thanuwayu

- that’s pha’s car isn’t it? he’s watching them? I thought he would come back this ep and cause some drama, but he didn’t so he has to come back next ep right?

- i like that they’ve softened poktong bc i like them much better as friends to lovers rather than enemies to lovers

- honestly, their story has a lot of potential but something about it is just really not working well for me and i think its the weird aggression bc they don’t annoy me when their being sweet and smiling. I think if pok had more of a bad boy vibe originally it would’ve been better bc the aggression wouldn’t seem so ooc and the conflict would feel a bit more natural

- their story also has a ton of parallels to ittpai (my gear your gown), so im interested how it’s going to go bc i did like ittpai despite the narrative issues of that show

- poktong: *doing whatever tf they’re doing*

  mark: tf did i just step in

- i really appreciate thanu just saying straight out that he has feelings for wayu, i know he struggled with it, but i like him coming to this point that’s like yes, he feels an attraction to phai, he feels drawn to him and he’s seen their poential future, but right now he has actual, solid feelings for wayu built up from their interactions over months

- what he has with phai isn’t real--it could be real, if he went down that path and choose to get closer to phai, but right now his feelings for wayu are real, so that’s what he’s choosing

- him saying they should never meet again was a little tho, spare my poor baby phai at least a little bit

- i get a dose of serotonin every time i see kit wearing mark’s gear

- the markkit is lacking this ep but they are trying to make up for it with all this good good thanuwayu content

- i’m torn between wanting and not wanting thanu to tell wayu about phai bc it will hurt wayu if he does but it’s gonna hurt more later on when wayu finds out on his own

- I can’t tell if wayu has a suspicion about phai, like he def senses there’s another person but I can’t tell if he knows it’s phai

- okay but thanuwayu are so cute and sweet together

- pls let my babies kiss, i couldn’t appreciate their first kiss bc i didn’t ship them then and wayu thought it was pha so pls let them have a do over

- you know what, i like thanuwayu having visions like thanuphai. I can’t quite tell if that was the writers’ intention, but i hope it is bc that would imply that thanuphai aren’t actually soulmates and that what they see is just a potential future, like they could be happy together, but there are also other people who they can be happy with

- i’m not super crazy about this whole ‘let’s rewrite my memories of pha with memories of you’ bc that doesn’t seem like the healthiest way to move on from pha or to start a new relationship but whatever makes wayu happy i guess

- however i do like how it ties into the whole ‘no predetermined fate’ thing and shows how life is shaped by choices and chance

- pls let my babies kiss tho

- hey so i am not liking this preview of the next ep

- anyways, so i’m liking how their handling the thanuwayuphai thing so far, but it is going to be bad next ep as im assuming the envelope that has phai’s picture is probably phai returning the picture to cut ties but obvi wayu is going to find out about their relationship

- still not sure how i feel about poktong, its better than last ep which i did not like and def shows more potential, but i think we’re gonna have to wait and see, don’t like the direction they’re taking with sandee tho

- also whoops, this got really long but i have a lot of feelings about this show

- fingers crossed for actual markkit content next ep

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A Little Push | Peter Kavinsky

Request: could i pls have peter k x reader where reader always roasts him/teases him and he just laughs along and its all good but there’s this one day where he’s in another state for wtvr reason (they talk like 25/8 lmao) and she calls him and just quietly says like “hey… i miss u” and his heart is just dying bcos she’s usually not that open with affection and all and he just loves her even more :’)) thank u i love ur work !!

A/N: thank you for the support, and your request! It was a challenge but as I always say I love a challenge, anyway sorry it took so long, I hope you enjoy it!

words: 1473

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I ruffled Peter’s hair as I walked by him, taking my seat behind him with a grin on my lips, listening as he complained about his hair being even more messed up now.

“Relax its only English class who are you trying to impress Kavinsky?” I teased, leaning close to him, resting my chin on my hand.

“Ha ha very funny, I didn’t have time to do my hair alright? This is still my bed head so thank you for contributing to it.” He finished with a yawn and my heart swelled.

Peter was ridiculously cute and I hated him for it, because he knew it. He could play any girl like a fiddle, myself included, but instead of fawning over him like every other girl. I became his friend, treated him like any other guy, teased him, and became someone more than a love interest.

Even then, I still had the biggest crush on him.

/

“So what do you have for lunch?” Peter asked ‘curiously’, though already knowing the answer. I knew him well enough to know he was still hungry and this was just his way of asking if he could have some of mine.

“The best sandwich in town of course, same as every Friday.” I answered with a smile on my lips.

“I don’t get why you don’t let me drive you to school on Fridays, like I would drive you to the sandwich shop in the morning and to school, it’s no big deal.” He explained as I placed down a napkin, placing his side of the sandwich on it then sliding it over to him.

“I know but I just don’t want you to go out of your way for me. Really I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You’re not, I mean you always half this with me, it’s the least I could do for you, but you won’t let me.” He shrugged, picking up the sandwich and taking a bite of it. Dramatically moaning at the taste making me laugh, “Fuck this is so good.” He spoke with his mouth full making me roll my eyes at his grossness.

“I love you.” He mumbled and my eyes widened, I didn’t know if he was talking to me or the sandwich (since he was eating it so intimately).

I smiled watching him happily eat, but soon the smile faded from my lips as I realised how deeply I felt for Peter, and that fact that he would never feel the same about me.

Apparently Peter noticed my change in mood and put down his glorious sandwich, while I was consumed in my thoughts. He moved closer to me, noticing the blank stare of my eyes as I became more depressed.

“Hey are you okay?” He questioned, placing his hand on my arm, pulling me away from my thoughts and I looked into his eyes.

There was so much concern and worry in them so I just faked a smile and laughed “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” I tried lying through my teeth, even though I knew that Peter knew I was lying.

However, instead of insisting I tell him what was wrong, like he usually did, he shrugged and moved away from me, sitting further than he was before. And I felt hurt. Worried even. Did Peter finally grow tired of nature of closing myself off from people, and hiding my true feelings?

I frowned to myself all throughout lunch, as no other words were exchanged between the two of us, not even when it was time to say goodbye. Peter just left. He didn’t even look at me, let alone say anything. This was so unlike Peter, usually he would chase me to class just to give me a goodbye hug, but I guess he’s finally tired of me.

/

Finally walking out of school, I felt a little bit better. I was free to go home and sleep, or if I was wise, study. I had forgotten about my dilemma with Peter for the moment. That was until I watched him walked right past me, with Gen. A girl who truly took Peter for granted, even above me; I always told Peter that she was toxic and he deserved much better, and he would always agree but maybe he was going back to his old ways.

I regrettably stared as they walked to his car, he opened the door for her and I swear Gen held a smug smirk on her lips just for me; she knew I was staring and wanted to rub it in my face. She hated me because I stood against everything she did. I stopped her from bullying people like Lara Jean, put her in her place when she stuck her head in other people’s business and made sure she knew she wasn’t above anyone, especially Peter. I suppose now she was ecstatic that we were finally separated.

I looked at Peter and his eyes met mine, my heart stopped for a second, hope brimming inside me, but he quickly turned away and shook his head; slamming the passenger door of his car shut, making Gen jump, and me flinch.

/

I laid in my bed, reading a book, trying to distract myself from the aching hole inside me, I was missing something, or someone. Usually on a Friday night I was with Peter, either watching a movie, studying or just talking, but tonight, obviously, Peter wasn’t with me. He was with Gen.

I couldn’t blame him. Truly, I would only scold him for talking to Gen, that is if he ever talked to me again (so dramatic lol).

I missed him. He’s my Peter Kavinsky, and if I didn’t want to lose him I knew I had to tell him how I really felt about him.

I picked up my phone, not fighting the smile that tugged on my lips as I viewed my lock screen; it was Peter and I at the beach, he was sat behind me as we sat together watching the sunset on my birthday. He had surprised me with a trip to the beach, my all-time favourite place, and we stayed there for hours.

I wasn’t going to give up this boy without a fight. I had to call him.

Luckily for me he picked up after a couple of rings.

“Hello.” He answered with his naturally husky voice, and I froze, I had no idea what I was going to say, “Um hello Y/n?”

So I just said the first thing that came out of my mouth, “Hey… I miss you.”

The line went silent, and I assumed Peter had hung up on me, but what I didn’t know what that Peter was actually speechless, I had never done anything like this before i.e. tell him how I felt, so he had no idea what to do.

“Can I come over?” He asked quickly, not wanting to waste any time and I chuckled.

“Yes. Please do.”

/

I sat on my porch waiting for Peter to pull up and the second he did I jumped up, and he without even turning off his car, threw open his door and opened his arms to me, which I immediately jumped into. I wrapped myself around him and took in his presence.

I felt tears streaming down my cheeks as I nuzzled my face into his shoulder and cried onto his hoodie. He stroked my hair softly and continued to repeat that everything’s going be okay. I pulled away to stare into his hazel eyes and saw something I had never seen before, love maybe, and I knew I shouldn’t hold anything back anymore.

“I love you Peter, I have ever since I first met you. Even if you don’t return my feelings, I needed to tell you.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Gosh for someone so bright, I can’t believe you never saw it.”

“Saw what?” I asked confused.

“The fact that I love you Y/N. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have stuck by you all these years, because you are the most difficult person to handle, but I am so madly in love with you that it didn’t matter, and I know I don’t belong anywhere else but right beside you. You just needed a little push to tell me how you really felt.” He smiled that perfect smile of his and I rolled my eyes, not liking that he played me like this but he was right, we both knew it.

“God I hate you.” I mumbled, moving my lips closer to his.

“I think you mean love.”

“No, I’m sure I meant hate.” I grinned and finally pressed my lips against his. Instantly feeling the fireworks, and I knew, like Peter said, I belonged right here, with him.

-

Masterlist

Heyyyy thanks for reading this, just want to give a big shout out to my followers and anyone that shows me love, it means the world to me ♡ I’ve been getting a lot of requests and support about my writing and it makes me really happy...Meaning I’m working hard to write more Peter Kavinsky/Noah Centineo (coming soon) to make you guys happy 💖 I love you all so much, so don’t forget to request your little hearts out

[suburban-satan]

shit my friends say

So I made a list of all the wild shit my friends say, started in January 2018 and still going. It's one year old I guess? Well, enjoy what I have so far!

2018 -d a d d y w i s e -well there’s chains on the ground so that must mean this was a kinky sex dungeon -GORSH MICKEY NOT MY G SPOT -I can wait until I turn 40 so I can troll Japanese Girls on roblox -what if we all looked like mike wizowski but our heads were the same size as they are now -I wanna give pot to a bird -I take pills without water -daddies cummie wummies are the best cummie wummies -enjoy your nonexistent stomach acid -cum glaze -I hope you choke on MY meat -who hasn’t been on pornhub -(wipes tears away and starts belting despacito) -MY GAY IS BEING TRIGGERED -that omelet looks delouse -is semen a liquid or solid -iTs nOt aQuaNauTs yOu uNculTurEd fOoK -vaginas are scary -what is menstruation -you should change your name to pussy something -my gay has been activated -“have you ever owned a vibrator?” “No” “would you like to rent one” -“do you like glazed or cream filled” -wHaT dOeS cUm sOuNd LiKe -he is on too much fertilizer -sometimes cum is hot I know from experience -if you jerked off at the speed of sound would your dick be on fire -I don’t have a sonic fetish -can your dick ignite because of the heat of your cock -aren’t dicks like cannons -who the fuck draws a glowing peepee on a skeleton -honey Freddy freaker is dancing in the living room -does penis smell like garlic -she don’t swallow in this household -*downloading garrison nudes* -don’t you realize that tentacle porn is just using octopus arms as a dildo -frickle my nipples -Minecraft porn consists of the male genitalia replaced with a stick -OOPSIE WOOPSIE!! Uwu We make a fucky wucky!! A wittle fucko boingo! The code monkeys at our headquarters are working VEWY HAWD to fix this! -“I’m big for an asian” -cockilicous -“His anal glands need milking” -fready flipper -FREADY FAPPER -daddy better make me choke -does Freddy freaker have a mutated alien dick -sonic breaks the sound barrier by beating his meat -the sun looks like it’s gon vore you -bootyhole exploration -is megalovania sex music -i like to drink cock -cum is just genital snot -penis musk -Shid piz and farbt -Bull + shit = sis it don’t add up -Hey don’t tell me at least once in your life you haven’t thought about being gently caressed across the genitalia by the kraken -I swallow boba like i swallow cum -I wuv fungus kun, the way he waps a awond my tosie wosies so tight! He’s gibing me a huggie!!!! Fungus kun gibes my tosies a new color too!!!! Wat a good fungus kun make my doki doki go “ UAU” heeheehee -eating banana with the banana peel -orang juce -father I want cheddar -don’t you just look at someone and think about how long their neck is -breathing is just boneless vaping -get outta here juuling criminal -yall ever succ a dick for juul pods -unironically drawing miss piggy -“Jack don’t let go 😱🤭🤭, jack sweetie 😐👀 if you let go 🙊🙈 you’re weave 🙀🙀 gone 😇😘💅” -I've been watching spooky movies for 5 hour -omg it’s daddy sans undertaker!!! -bröther -I ate my sister -are you'd's't've kidding me? -oh youtube please don't show me the shrek movies rn -My brother is calling me out on the family group chat for eating a bowl of peanut butter -Hamilton is best girl -get outta here you fuckin loyalist -what doesn’t cum have -drink flex seal and you won’t have to worry about a marriage -I feel water. -“Superfood or supergross? Is Sperm good?” -coochie hands gucci bands -just imagine trying to cast a spell and then you get disturbed by a banjo -toto africa is sex music now and everytime they say rain it’s just cum -y'all ever burp in your mouth and exhale it through your nose like a vaper -how dare them make my green senpai an honorable member of society -If you didn’t search big boobs video on google at least once are you really a Gen Z kid????? -laugh pussies -i’m watching the history of japan on pornhub -we have the same name because we are secretly the same person -what if you eat your phone and it’s all in your tummy -why would you ever think i’m not serious all the time you silly dragon but we’re both (my name) so we can be the silly dragon together -why would you wash your face before you go to bed when your tears wash it off for you *wooshing noises* -I want to drive a bus because I like busses -my shoe broke -why does everyone talk about the drugs i’m eating -i’m going to break her because she’s talking about smoking cocaine and I don’t like drugs -(stage whisper) metal heads live among us but we don’t know because they look like normal people -oh bye mr music teacher -the pussy? designer. cucci, if you will. -DID I HEAR S A N S P O R N -"i'm about to nay nay on your dead fucking corpse" -alert alert the toes are coming -you got a fucking problem with my 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐬? -imagine using an oven for something designed for a microwave this post was made by the doesnt have much motivation gang -Please take my Minnesotan snow Wait that sounds like Minnesotan cocaine -when you funny scream -"dating the Bill of Rights for fun" is now exactly how I'm going to describe my hyperfixations -the penguin  from fruit loops is a twink (bitch its a toucan) -if white cheese exists is there black cheese -What’s rosum opossum -whale cum -dicko mode -(GETTIN SOME CHRISTMAS SPIRIT UP IN THAT PUSS) -pennies more like penis amirite -It’s Sunday don’t forget to squeeze cheese on the cat -the grinch is dr seuss’s fursona -everyone is gangster until the trees start speaking vietnamese -big chungus is my dad -“if the apocalypse happened what would you do” “eat bees” -I'm tired as fuck but I gotta wait until it's 4:20 to go to bed -mom: you need to be reasonable and wait two hours before having another brownie me, stuffing my mouth full of brownie: br o w n y s -This honey in whole foods is in fucking comic sans -it's more likely that I'll guess someone is gay before I remember the existence of women -im gonna say it again for the people in the back:

i eat bees -Thanos penis, it's actually called a thenis -yort -uwu its the mowst thorstiewst time of the yeaw uwu -It is I Teh gromc -The gronk is here to say eat all the dish soap in the house -the grinch but he's wearing crocs the entire time -answer my question or else i will establish sans porn -You make him doki doki uwaaaaa!!!! -birdbox but all the bird sounds are replaced by cardi b noises -THE GROMPK IS TOO POWERFUL -consume ocean sauce -square up in judge judys court -half consumes ocean sauce -ice juce -frick stick -you guys wanna read undertale fanfiction     -2019- -it might be 2019 but thats not gonna stop me from terrorizing my family's groupchat -(pineapple voice) first date idea: digest eachother -Wait dennys will arrest you for doing illegal things?? -pls purify me -my toes are very succulent today -two succs having flex two succs having sex my muscles my muscles involuntarily checks -f u r r y , N a s h . -Perfect for all occasions! Spill something on your nice shirt, give a messy blowjob, and sphagetti!!! -Do you want cum on your nice shirt??? -it would be nice if i had cum on my shirt -cocc succ machine -I KNOW TONGUE JUTSU -I feel like i’m in a meat prison -hi you obese elephant -plant porn is just flowey porn -We all love the out of the box 4am messages we get -YOU LIKE SNAS PEEPEE

[darlingpwease]

Yep! All /gen

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Children??!!? Oh god I'm not ready for kids orz– what have I done?!! /j

I feel like I need to find a place to go to when I want to hide when moments like these happen. /j!!.../hj

Yess wrote that message for u <33 even tho it's all jumbled and messy lol

Ahhhh pls I like doing it!! Even tho it may not be much I think it's awesome /gen love ur works, ideas, all of it!! It's amazing :DD

AHAHAA I doubt that but that's so sweet <333 I'm happy u find me 'interesting' tho, that's also a new one lolol /pos I trust u on that tho!!! I don't wanna come off as creepy so please let me know if i ever do :'')))

I don't know how to express what I want to do with you </3333

Biting seems to be a theme so I wouldn't be surprised if thats it /t /pos

Well, to be fair, I don't think there's any way for u to come to me lol /neu but I do worry I come to u too much tbh, I don't wanna bother u or other readers that come and view ur profile /neu

As if!! Dw dw, I don't see myself possibly losing interest bubba <333 ur wonderful :)))

NOOO!!! I was honestly worried that it would come off as rude,, all positive I promise I promise!!

¡ESPERAR! ¿Estás diciendo que puedo morderte? Jejeje.... maybe I should? ♡.... me elogias demasiado </33 /pos

Maldito... ¿No ambos? Bueno, valió la pena intentarlo... </33 /t

Me tratas muy bien, cariño. ¡¡Debería tratarte mejor!! Y está bien, ese es un pequeño precio que puedo ignorar fácilmente <33 /t /hj /pos

-panna cotta

hhhhhh,,,,, cutie<3

NOOOOO don't look at me like that!!! </3333 /hj

HFHDHDHFHFH what do you mean you're not ready??? then who wrote a thread with me about slime and yuuta??? then who spoke with me about toge??? then whose written-babies are in the drafts??? whose lovely??! take responsibility!!! take it!!! you should have thought earlier!!! </3333 /j

metaphorically or physically, my lovely sugarheart? <3 /hj /pos

still sounds like surrealism, dear cotta;;; wrote? for me? you were thinking about me when you wrote? hhhhhhh </3333,,,,, /pos

hwhwhwhwhw,,,,, I think I need to hide somewhere now;;; listening to it is so fluttering but strange </3333 /pos

I mean, the only way to test it is to find out, hm? /t

I don't usually say "interesting" because it sounds a little strange in relation to a person, but this, in general, is the most important criterion for me — if it's not interesting, then I don't do it. I move with my momentum, so I assure you that as long as I'm interested in something, nothing else matters — but of course I'll tell you if something goes wrong. there's nothing wrong with that, anyway, so don't worry, panettone, you're too good and respectful to be creepy for me <3 /t

noooo definitely won't bite you; I tell you too often, you stop taking it seriously already </3 I'll think of something that will help me express it, honey.

well one day I can come to you as anon—

you don't bother me, I'm always looking forward to your messages and answers; you're my regular sweetness, I can't be unhappy when I see you <3 /gen /srs

if you are uneasy, we can move on to a new blog for such a chat while I will transfer all the elements of new ideas and works here when they appear, lovely; it's not difficult or weird for me.

sweetest, I don't want to sound passive aggressive, but if they don't like it, they can just unsubscribe. I don't hold anyone by force and they always have a choice to leave; I've already talked about it once and my opinion hasn't changed — and you shouldn't feel uncomfortable because of some metaphorical reader who can theoretically go to my profile and see that I love you very much. after all, I'm not shy about it.

I hope that it will be so, my lovely one!!! I wouldn't want that </3

it wasn't rude; it was a little intimidating </3 I understood that it was unlikely that you would try to sound aggressive, given your peacefulness, and your answer was even pleasant when I translated, but before that it was a little scary </333 /neu!!! /<3

мммм, только если тебе очень этого хочется~ <3 my yakhontovy, пока это ты, я согласен на все, даже позволить тебе укусить меня♡ конечно, я не такой хорошенький для укусов как ты, но это не то чтобы проблема, ммм? <333 /pos /ht

(тебя невозможно слишком хвалить; мне всегда кажется, что неважно, как часто я тебя хвалю, этого просто недостаточно, я должен делать это ещё чаще и больше /hj /pos)

хехехе, нет~ только одна опция, чтобы ты не смог перенасытиться этим, иначе какими ещё способами я буду играться с тобой? <3 /t

ммм, если ты можешь игнорировать эту цену, то я буду вынужден повысить её, пока она не достигнет моей ценности, дорогой, иначе это неинтересно. хотя если ты согласен чтобы я всегда держал тебя с тобой, мне не нужно ничего больше — все остальное я могу получить по мере <3

hehehe, ты определенно должен относиться ко мне лучше~ например, продолжить быть такой прелестной драгоценностью и вызывать у меня желание спрятать тебя в сундуке где-нибудь в море как делают с хорошими порядочными драгоценностями <3333 /t /pos я обещаю хорошо заботиться о тебе и не позволить каким-нибудь герояем добраться до тебя /hj

[petaldancing]

yuletide 2018

work has completely robbed me of any energy to write in the second half of 2018, but with yuletide, i’m giving myself that extra push to churn something out! here’s my yuletide letter (and if you dunno what’s yuletide, you can find out more about it here) 

 hello yuletide writer! thanks for taking part this year -- the end of the year is usually such a busy period for everyone, so I really appreciate you taking time out for this and i hope you’ll have fun with my request ❤

i prefer:

gen, het, or femslash

G - M ratings (If M rating, no to underage (below 18 y/o, for me) so please age the characters up if they’re high schoolers in canon.) Nothing makes me happier than a well-placed lovemaking scene in a fic - yes to character-driven, build-up + pay-off! when the sex isn’t the highlight of the story but a nice complement.. wow!! But of course this isn’t a must. 

any length you have in mind for the fic

you to write a story that you’ve been meaning to but haven’t gotten around to! or one that you’d love to have under your belt! (:

i can’t deal with/DNW:drug use, death, gore/violence/assault, dub/noncon, abuse, angst, kinky stuff, unhappy endings

i will cry tears of joy for:

stories focusing on ladies, their r/s (platonic, romantic etc) w other ladies, their characters & motivations beyond just the romance(but i still thrive on romance ahaha)

characters losing themselves but then finding themselves & becoming stronger (w or w/o someone’s help)

(un)resolved sexual tension

unexpected kisses that take both parties by surprise

almost kisses

being trapped in small spaces

characters drifting apart over time but then reconnecting and falling in love again

wacky humour

shoujo tropes used in good doses

unlikely pairings that work

platonic fic on unlikely friends/vitrolic best buds esp between a guy & gal

fics about characters who’ve hardly interacted in canon (!!)

canon divergence (as long as it leads to interesting r/s between characters)

ten years later post-canon fic!! (esp if characters are high-schoolers in canon)

WITCHES! guy witches work too

also love AUs, particularly:

pacific rim AUs

role reversal AUs

okay, now for more specific prompts (if you need em!): 1. Hyouka my most beloved anime series! to say this is my favourite, most precious & treasured piece of fiction would be an understatement!! i love the core cast of 4 friends in any and all permutations, but have an especially weak spot for satomaya BUT ALSO satoshi+chitanda is like, totally overlooked and ignored by evryone and I feel like this must be rectified ships: satoshi/mayaka, houtarou/chitanda but would be also open to mayaka/houtarou or satoshi/chitanda 

prompts (optional, and reused from my 2017 requests because i still wanna read these!)

Mayaka & Houtarou having a huge falling out, like SERIOUS falling out, and it’s up to Satoshi & Chitanda to work together to get the two to make-up and get the group back together!!

Satoshi & Chitanda working together to solve a mystery without the help of Houtarou & Mayaka, who’re usually the two who are better at solving cases!!

Soul Eater AU!! this is a specific AU i’ve had in my head for awhile but would love to read someone’s interpretation of it!! who would be the meisters/weapons, what forms would the weapons take?? a fic where the four find each other and become partners/duos would be worth a BILLION yuletides!!

older!Houtarou/Chitanda who stayed behind for college in Kamiyama visiting Satoshi/Mayaka in the big city/Tokyo (optional as to whether the two pairs are dating yet, but wouldn’t it be wonderful if they weren’t at the start of the fic!!)

any mayaka-centric fic, perhaps a fic about her trying to set Chitanda/Houtarou up? w accomplice Satoshi (+10000 points if she and Satoshi AREN’T DATING! YET! !! COLLAPSES) also i guess it works the other way too!! chitanda trying to get satoshi to confess to mayaka, dragging houtarou along in the process… you know it’s good when both pairs aren’t dating yet

2. A Place Further Than the Universe

um wow this is currently still my favourite anime of 2018 --- another quartet of characters that i completely fell in love with! each of the girls are charming, and their interactions with one another and their growth in the show was so amazing to watch! i want to continue going on adventures with em!

ships: shirase/hinata (height diffs!!!! personality clashes!!!! SIGN ME UP!!), takako/gin (do u ever think about how much gin loves takako and probably blames herself for everything but is still brave enough to go back to Antarctica for her)

prompts:

five years later fic: where has everyone gone, who’s still in touch? hinata thinks she’s over that silly crush she had on shirase when they were teens but then they bump into each other and WOW NOPE WHERE’S THE EXIT she still has feelings for this beautiful idiot!! pls include kimari and yuzuki as the matchmakers hehe

5 times hinata saved shirase, and one time she got saved instead

post-expedition, it is not yuzuki or shirase or kimari who is the most worried about their friend group drifting apart.... it’s hinata, what does she do about it?  

how gin fell in love with takako in highschool, and never stopped (pls dont make this Super Sad, i want to just enjoy girls in love)

a gin + shirase fic would be great too, how both of them cope with takako’s passing

3. Revue Starlight

fierce ladies fighting and loving and sacrificing for one another??? yes please let me read fic about their relationships and dissolve into a teary-eyed mess!!

ships:

- futaba/kaoruko (i love this small but tough bike-riding pink-haired chick and that insufferable blue-haired brat), - claudine/maya (rivals!! who secretly admire each other and view each other in great regard!! who would not want to see anyone else standing in their way!), - hikari/karen (conceptually i love this, but it’s really hikari’s dedication and stubbornness that wins me onto this ship... karen not so much)

prompts: 

five times kaoruko tried to run away, and one time she didn’t

ten years later clau/maya fic -- they’ve graduated from takarazuka, from battling each other, where do they go from here?

pacific rim AU!!! (but like, the pairs should be clau+futaba, hikari+maya, because i love me platonic drift pilots)

letters that hikari wrote for karen, but never sent