#(like bubbly nerd and sweet-talking mean girl) | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

yndrgrl · 1 year ago

Text

your classmate, yandere! bakugou, is deeply & utterly infatuated w/ shy, little you, & he isn't afraid to tell you just how much you occupy his mind.

fem! reader. quirkless! au. ooc! bakugou. long ass fic. soft! yandere.

a/n: based on this video (https://youtu.be/BoHAw_pEtOA), i'm literally OBSESSED w/ it. it's like, imagine being so stunning to someone that you're on their mind 24/7 like GAHHH WHAT.

warnings: slightly disturbing content, nsfw, dirty talk, stalking, swearing, very much "joe goldberg" vibes, smut asf, male masturbation, degrading, sexsexsex, gagging, praise

youtube

----

you are sweet. you are a gentle, kind soul-- so shy & reserved. to the big, bad katsuki bakugou, you are truly eye-catching. the way you didn't draw attention to yourself & yet would say the most profound things during online discussion posts made him wonder what was going on in that cute, little head of yours.

the way you're just the complete opposite of him made him crave you.

the first time he noticed you, you walked through the classroom door with your bulky headphones on that were clearly a part of your first-day-of-school outfit. enthralled was the only way he could describe how he felt. maybe shocked as well. how could someone so beautiful just walk into class?

he scoffed at his own thoughts, knowing damn well if he heard kirishima or denki say anything like that, he would've rolled his eyes. if she's beautiful, he thought, then she must have a terrible personality that i don't want to get to know.

unluckily -but also luckily- you were assigned the seat right beside him. you, with your pearly, white teeth, flashed him a courteous smile. you placed your bag on the floor, shrunk into your seat, & pulled out your binder.

what. a. nerd. katsuki laughed in his head. he could already read you like a book, he believed. a goody-two-shoes who stutters after every word, no confidence, & lives in her own little bubble, is what he deducted.

& yet he couldn't help but notice how fragrant your perfume smelled. it reminds him of a time when he was at peace, without a worry in the world. "god, how much perfume does a girl need," katsuki loudly said.

it took you a second to register that, beyond the music playing through the speakers of your headphones, there was a voice muffled. slipping your headphones down around your neck, you questioned, "i'm sorry, did you say something?"

"whatever," katsuki mumbled beside you. you felt bad, not meaning to ignore him. however, before you got the chance to apologize, the bell rang, & the professor walked to the front of the classroom. a professor that he could already tel he would hate, by the way.

that was the first day of the semester.

katsuki saw you everywhere after that. it's not like he wanted to or anything. the campus should have been big enough for the both of you, but it wasn't. he would see you at lunch with your goody-goody friends, or walking back to your dorm building with your heavy bag, or in different classes that you didn't sit with him.

one day, as the days grew slightly colder, katsuki needed to blow off some steam. he didn't know what was making him pent up. correction: he didn't want to admit that he knew why he was all pent up. since when can a person can make the great katsuki bakugou pent up?

since the first day of the semester, that's when.

bakugou, in a tight-fitting compression shirt & sweatpants, sauntered into the campus gym with his army green duffel bag slung over his shoulder. at this time of day -that being 6 in the morning- the gym was bare. only the early birds & forced athletes occupied the gym.

& apparently, so did nerds.

there you were, in all your glory. you wore black leggings that accentuated your legs. your silky, soft hair held up by a clear claw clip. your beaten up converse told the story that you are an avid gym-goer.

stationed in front of one of the only squat wracks that had a window view, the morning sunlight gazed upon your features. the soft hue made bakugou choke on his own spit. as he gawked your stature, he watched as you took sips from your water bottle. then he watched as you went to the bar, ducked under, & got ready to squat. he felt something twitch as you began your set.

"hey, bakugou~" a feminine voice spoke, causing him to almost jump. he shifted his bag so it hung in front of him. "whatcha doooing?"

"mina, what does it look like?" he scoffed.

"it looks like you were staring at-"

he cut her off. "i wasn't staring at anyone. it's just weird to see nerds like her in the gym."

"nerds like her?" she questioned, then she quickly changed the subject, "whatever, you're gonna work out with me & kiri, right?"

after that, bakugou deducted you were an anomaly. he learned how kind & attentive you are when he just so happened to read a text you sent out between you & a friend. he learned how confident you truly can be when you believe it's just you-- no eyes looking at you. he learned that your reputation was the opposite of his.

you see, bakugou was rough around the edges, to put it softly. he wore edgy clothing that made heads turn, thanks to his fashion designer parents, of course. he was proud to show off how big his muscles were & how many tattoos & scars littered his skin. he often skipped lectures, which didn't matter in the end because of his high scores on the exams.

on the other hand, you were just a beam of heaven-gate sunlight. always getting the best grades, acing tests, showing up on time, & taking pretty notes with pens, no need for pencils because you never mess up. you were also quiet, almost seeming untouchable.

the first time he caught himself truly thinking about you was late at night. he fell asleep on his dorm bed after a day of ditching classes. soon, images popped into the black void. it was a blur, colors mashing together until it was clear. there you stood, a gasp escaping your pink lips. it was as though he was watching a movie of himself.

he touched your body, scorching your skin with a red blush. he squeezed your thighs, your ass, your tits. nowhere left untouched, & you liked it. your fingers tangled themselves into his blonde tresses. you pulled him closer & begged in his ear to stick his heavy cock into your sopping pussy.

he awoke, breath heavy & a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. his dick was still incredibly hard. it was almost painful. his roommate/classmate/best buddy, kirishima already left for his early morning class & wouldn't be back until later that afternoon. katsuki knew that.

in hopes to dull the pain, he took his cock into his hand & started jerking it. though it helped, he needed something more. he took a breath, & with his other hand, he unlocked his phone & went onto instagram-- your instagram.

the most recent picture you posted was from summer. it was a college of the outfits you wore & activities you've done before fall semester. his favorite one was a candid your friend must've took. you were on the beach surrounded by people katsuki didn't care about. you were in such a scandalous swim suit that left little to the imagination. it was taken from behind so it shamelessly displayed how your swim bottoms did nothing but cover your important bits.

god, what he would do to you if he ever saw you in the swimsuit. he would bend you over, slip your bikini bottoms to the side (because he couldn't waste any time taking it off) & fuck you senseless in front of everyone. he would make you clean off his dick with that pretty, little mouth of yours. he would-

he came. he came all over his abs, & yet his cock was still throbbing. still beating for you. "shit," he whispered. as much as he hated it, katsuki was often self aware of his emotions. it's a nerdy thing to do, he knows. however, after finishing to the thought of you, he knows that he's obsessed with you, & there's nothing he can do so why fight it?

it was another day, another lecture. there sat katsuki, slumped in his seat before you even entered the class. as you did, he watched as your beautiful eyes connected with his & widen with shock. he hasn't been in class in a week, there was no big exam in class, so you were curious why he even showed up.

walking towards your desk with your eyes averted to the floor, katsuki took your figure in. he still couldn't get over how your fashion sense reflected your personality, your aura, perfectly. you seemed so comfortable, nearly confident & he loved it.

you knew he was staring; it would've been unnerving if it were anyone else. however, you found katsuki unbelievably attractive. you were flattered-- of course. what if i'm just being delusional, you wondered, denying that he was looking at you. curiosity would've gotten the better of you if you could hold eye contact though.

you sat in your seat beside him. as per usual, you took out your binder of notes, your colored pens, & placed your headphones around your neck like you do every day in this class. the professor announced that, because it is a communications class, it's important that everyone communicates. the assignment was to create a simple, few-slide presentation introducing your passion project for the rest of the year. dedication at its finest, everyone. it was an easy assignment that required nothing but a few sentences pulled out of your ass & a slides template you can download online.

as soon as he was done with his expectations for it, he let his students loose. the professor was clearly not in the mood to teach for whatever reason. you considered it a blessing because you have stacks of homework & a pile of laundry waiting for you after classes.

you pulled out your laptop you've had since forever. after signing in, you started immediately on the project. it's better to get it out of the way then to forget about it, you told yourself.

you were about to slip your headphones back on when someone questioned, "what are you doing yours on?"

it took you a second to realize it was your deskmate. it took you two to realize he was talking to you.

"um... i'm sorry?" you looked at him, confused. you didn't have any friends in this class. not that you minded.

the blonde hard head scoffed & said, "god, are you deaf? what are you doing your project about?"

"oh, um," you looked back at your computer. the blinking edit line taunting you. "i don't really know yet."

"tch, really? we're almost a month into this class," he responded. "i expected a nerd like you to be already on the last assignment for the year."

"i-i haven't really found the time, i guess."

"yeah right, don't sweat it with an explanation, nerd."

there was a silence, a silence you decided to fill.

"... what's your project about?"

"none of your damn business," he said back. that's your sign you never talk in the class again.

"hm right, just asking," you muttered, going back to brainstorming ideas you could build upon for the next year that doesn't sound too niche. or maybe you want to do something so niche that no one would know if you were right or wrong. so many options.

"i'm gonna do mine on chemical explosives."

he was talking to you again. does that mean he wants to talk with you? only you? you were looking to far into it, but you couldn't help but blush.

"oh wow, that's pretty hardcore," you responded quietly, as not to disrupt everyone else's small conversations. "what made you choose that?"

"it's a passion project; that's a passion of mine," he said as-a-matter-of-factly. he was so reserved, it only added to his bad boy charm.

you took a deep breath, deciding to -for the first time in your college life- to put yourself out there & pointed out, "the curriculum says we have to present our projects to someone of our choosing... would you want to present it to each other?"

fireworks.

you asked that & it felt as though fireworks blew up in katsuki's heart. his stoic face didn't show just how excited he was that you were the one to ask him. if you asked him to be his partner, then you've clearly been thinking of him, & if you're thinking of him, you're practically all his, &-

"yeah, whatever. you better have an interesting passion project."

that was the very first, full-blown conversation the two of you shared.

katsuki replays that moment in his head, thinks about what he should've said differently, about how he would've made a move if the two of you were alone (which he probably wouldn't have).

you ran even more rampantly in his mind. every thought crossed back to you. he constantly wondered how you were doing, what were you doing, who you were with. it drove him mad, giving him a headache. there was no medication he could take to soothe it. he found that he was only at ease when you were in sight or ear shot.

you were his clarity, & what sane person lets their clarity go? it started out small & in such a subconscious way.

katsuki was wandering the campus as he waited for his friends to get out of class when he spotted you. you must have a thing for windows because you sat on a lounge chair facing the grand window in the library. you were focused on your computer screen, so unaware of your surroundings. your brows furrowed, probably thinking about your passion project. your earbuds played whatever podcast you decided to listen to.

so, you're studying by yourself, katsuki took a mental note of that. when he did, he felt the pressure on his temples relieve. he entered the library for no other reason than you. you didn't notice him, why would you? he sat on a table behind you with his phone in his hand. katsuki's ruby eyes darted around the library before opening his camera & snapping a quick photo of you. he told himself that it would be the last time he would take a photo of you like that.

he lied to himself.

as the school year continued on, his private folder of sneaky pictures of you only grew & grew. at first, it was once every so often, but addiction kills, & he just couldn't stop.

the change that came with you was noticeable. the usually brash & unpredictable katsuki was now collected & cool. one thing that didn't change was the permanent scowl etched on his face.

his friends could see through his one-note facial expression. so it was only natural that, during a hangout in one of the dorms, they would ask, "you good?"

"yeah, why wouldn't i be?" katsuki retorted, popping a hot cheeto into his mouth while he focused on the small tv screen. katsuki wanted nothing more than to have you under his arm at the moment.

denki chimed in, "well it's just that you haven't called anyone stupid yet."

"thought you guys would be happy i didn't insult you," he rolled his eyes.

"bakubro, you can tell us anything. we've all gone through a lot together-" kirishima was cut off.

"yeah i know, there's just nothing to tell."

katsuki noticed his friends glance at each other, unconvinced. he supposes he can't blame them; he is acting so strangely afterall.

"how do i say this-" kirishima (poor man) was cut off again-- this time by mina.

"do you like someone?" she snickered. out of all the things she could've asked, that was one of the last things he thought she would ask.

"what? no! i don't like anyone," he said defensively.

"then are you lonely? i can set you up with someone," mina pulled out her phone & started pulling up a picture of said someone, "let me show you her."

"no i'm not lonely either, raccoon eyes! it's none of your damn business!" he shouted, honestly sickened at the thought of being intimate & romantic with someone who wasn't you.

"are you sure~?" mina dragged the last word out in a sing-songy voice.

"yes."

"don't be mad-"

"what the fuck did you do?"

"i already invited her," mina chuckled, quickly stuffing her phone into her back pants pocket.

"WHAT?" katsuki shouted. what would you think? would you even care?

"listen, she's a really sweet girl, & i think that-" mina's defenses were cut short by the angry hot head.

"i don't care, tell her she's uninvited or something." it really wasn't that difficult.

mina stayed silent. katsuki already knew why. as if on cue, there was a knock on the door. "i was only kidding with you, ya big baby. i just invited another girl, no date required," mina joked. she muttered right after, "hopefully you two will hit it off so you're not so grumpy."

kirishima opened the door right as bakugou yelled, "what was that, you pinkie pie bitch?" the sakura-haired girl waved him off, popping to her feet to greet her guest.

she cheered, "y/n!" mina threw her hands up & stepped towards you for a hug. katsuki's head snapped towards the door, cheeks slightly pink because he knew that you heard his outburst.

"hi, mina" you softly said, accepting the hug. you wore loungewear; you wore a black crew neck with a rib cage vinyl design & shorts. "thanks for inviting me."

"of course! let me introduce you to everyone!" she ushered you inside the dorm room, & kirishima shut the door behind you. "that one," she points to the man who shut the door, "is kirishima." he smiled his classic, toothy grin. "that's sero, right next to him is denki," she said. they both -with mouths stuffed with snacks & hands occupied with controllers- said a brief "hi."

"& that one is-"

"i know her already." katsuki had a habit of cutting off his friends. was it polite? no, not in the slightest. did he care? no, he did not. "we're classmates."

"oh, um... i didn't know you were gonna be here," you admitted, cheeks flushed in shock.

"oi! you stalking me now, nerd?"

"no, not at all!" you quickly defended. you really didn't know he was going to be sitting in front of you, he knew that.

mina stepped in, "be nice to her, bakugou! i'm trying to make new friends, remember?"

"yeah, yeah, i remember you yappin' about it," bakugou responded as he laid back onto the dorm bed. he felt your eyes on him. just your mere attention got him riled up. he didn't know how to handle it. he felt as though he were burning up. his eyes shot towards your figure, eyes locking with your deep ones. "quit staring."

"i don't mean to stare-"

"get over yourself, bakubro," kirishima joked. he chucked a throw pillow mina insisted they get to "liven the sad, jail cell of a room."

that night, katsuki couldn't help but stare. hypocrite, he knows. but he just couldn't look away. you were a magnetic force, chipping away at his self-control. even with such modest clothing, he still found himself yearning for your body, your mind, your entire being as you already had his.

time flew by fast. he could tell you were slowly getting used to the dynamic his friend group shared. your shoulders slumped throughout the evening, & you sat without your hands in your lap. denki even got you to play a round of mario kart against mina. though you didn't like being in the spotlight, you thought it was fun seeing everyone's shocked faces after you beat the self-proclaimed queen of nintendo.

the night came to a close after kirishima, denki, & sero passed out on the floor while mina slept on the bed. you fought sleep, eyelids drooping with every passing second.

"tired?" katsuki questioned. he chuckled when you suddenly turned alert.

sheepishly, you confirmed, "yeah, just a bit. i think i'm gonna head back to my dorm."

"waking up your roommate isn't very nice of you," katsuki pointed out.

"my roommate dropped out, & they haven't assigned me a new one."

"is that so?"

you stuffed your keys into your left pocket & your phone in your right before replying, "yeah, lucky me. dorm room all to myself for the semester."

"what building?" dumb question, katsuki already knew what building you lived in.

"building b, floor three," you told him. you stood up & slipped on your slides. "i really should get going. weirdos start coming out at this time."

there was a silence that followed. in katsuki's head, the gears were grinding. never has he thought so much about a decision pertaining another person in his life. would it be too pushy if he walked you back? would he be shitty if he didn't?

"fuck it," he whispered. it was so quiet in the room that you heard him clearly. "let me walk you," he spoke with more clarity.

"you really don't have to!" you didn't know he was going to offer you such a thing. "i mean it, really. i have a mace keychain-" katsuki stood up & threw on a random hoodie that was on his chair as you rambled, tiredness getting to you, "-& i have my phone so i can call the police."

"just shut up & let's go."

the walk, at first, was awkward, to say the least. the night was still, no breeze to dance with the crusting leaves. there was no one in sight, nor were there cars that zoomed past the university.

"if i would've known you were gonna walk me, i would've left earlier," you broke the silence in a hushed voice.

maybe it was because he was still awake hours past his bedtime, but katsuki responded in a softer way than expected. "did you have fun?"

"yes i did," you told him with a small smile.

"then don't worry about it."

he was so sweet to you in that moment that you couldn't help but swoon. cheeks stained pink as you averted your eyes.

katsuki stared at you through his peripheral, catching how you began to mess with the hem of your shirt.

soon enough, the two of you reached the dorm building. katsuki stood there, about to turn around when you quickly whispered, "wanna walk me up?" you gulped. you didn't even know if you could consider him a friend, & now you're practically barking orders at him; what's wrong with-

"of course."

you both reached your room. once again, in that precious voice of yours, you suggested, "you can stay the night here, if you want."

when he remained quiet (due to shock & a growing boner), you back tracked, "w-well because the extra bed is still in here, & you did me a favor so now i owe you, &-"

"i have a confession," he said, "invite me inside."

"o-oh, yeah of course," you stuttered, unlocking the door & opening it for him. you shut the door & locked it. "what do you have to tell me?"

you quickly pulled out another blanket while he sat in a chair.

katsuki experienced some things throughout his life. he experienced fights & competitions & other stupid shenanigans. he's been questioned by cops & dealt with firefighters. however, he's never felt this nervous in front of anyone. his heart leapt into his throat & used his skull as a pounding speaker. he could barely hear his own thoughts. "i don't know how you'll react."

"i won't get mad," you promised, curious. "if that's what you're worried about." you expected that, since it's confession hour or something, he'd reveal things about his past.

"i think about you, y/n." that's not what you were expecting. "i think about you all the fuckin' time."

"w-wha?" what more could you say? from behind, you heard shuffling then warmth & a looming figure. you turned around & met his eyes, trying to find if he was messing with you.

"& i can't stop thinking about you. at first, you were so annoying. with your little outfits & perfume & shit. i found you everywhere i went. i started looking out for you, wondering if you'll show your annoying, pretty face," he confessed. katsuki didn't break eye contact as he sandwiched you between him & your bed.

"you're such a goody-two-shoes. such a fuckin' nerd. but you're the only girl who's ever caught my attention, you know that? why is that?" katsuki's fingertips began to trace your clothed legs then up & under your sweatshirt. he leaned down to your ear, "are you okay with this?"

all you could do is nod, afraid that if you were to speak, it would come out as a mere squeak. he pulled away, staring into your eyes once more with his glowing ruby ones.

"good. i still don't know why it's you. maybe it's cuz of how hard you work, or how disgustingly nice you are no matter what. you're such an angel, & that must make me a demon then," he told you. you felt your entire being light on fire-- cheeks hot, ears red, & you needed to get out of your clothes. "god, let me be the one to taint you, to ruin you."

the blonde pulled you in close to his chest by wrapping his muscular arms around your frame. your hand grazed on a bulge in his pants & he jolted. "you feel that? that's how hard you get me during class."

muffled, you let out, "b-bakugou." & with those big, innocent eyes, you looked up at him.

"it's katsuki, baby."

"katsuki," you corrected yourself before continuing, "you mean all of this, r-right?" you felt tears well up & your throat tightening when you began thinking it was all a joke.

his love-drunk expression shifted into an offended one. "you think i'm sayin' all this shit cuz i think it's funny?"

"i-i don't know."

rough yet lovingly, he grabbed your chin & leaned in, noses centimeters away from each other. "this is real to me, & it will be real to you."

your gaze darted to his eyes, furrowed brows, his moonlit hair, then his lips. the moment you looked at his lips, he smashed his lips against yours. the force of his kids caused you to prop your elbows against the bed all while he snuck his knee between your legs. he pressed his thick thigh against the aching warmth.

you let out a muffled moan, & he mistakenly took that as an invite to roam your mouth with his tongue. you pushed it back with yours but, like in every other aspect besides academic, he dominated you.

the two of you ran out of air eventually. he pulled away, eyes half-lidded. "let me get you out of those clothes." he almost sounded needy, if your ears didn't deceive you.

"please, katsuki." that's all you had to say. it was like a command to him, & he was your ever loving soldier. he helped you take of your sweatshirt. gawking at your chest, you didn't wear a bra.

he scoffed with a smug smile, "sneaky girl." he saw right through you. it's true, you didn't wear a bra because of a fantasy you didn't know you were going to fulfill tonight. easy access. you wanted to give him easy access. "i knew there had to be something about you, & i figured it out."

he fondled your tits while he whispered in the crook of your neck, "you're a filthy slut, huh?" you nodded, grinding against his thigh; he chuckled before he started to mark your sensitive neck with hickeys upon hickeys.

at this point, it was getting hard to keep quiet. you knew it was only going to get harder from there. you bit your pink lip as a form of self restraint as katsuki took off his shirt & slipped off your sweatpants. you wore a lacy thong.

katsuki muttered, "oh fuck." he so badly needed you. his fingers rubbed your arousal through the fabric. he loved knowing that he made you so wet. his other hand pushed his boxers & pants down in one swift motion. katsuki needed to feel you around his poor, throbbing cock.

you might've had self restraint, but your lover didn't. he ripped the panties off of you & threw them somewhere in the dark room, not that he cared. if you were upset about it, he'll just buy you another pair he'd tear off. "fuck, y/n. i need you to tell me you want this- no you need this, need me."

you stroked his forearm with your fingers. this was so out of your comfort zone but you still managed to spit out, "i-i need you, katsu-"

there goes that habit of cutting you off again. he shoved his tip into, causing you squeal. he let you stretch, then stuck in more of his cock until you were finally well-adjusted to him. you felt the weight of cock inside you as your walls tightened around him.

you couldn't help but moan as a way of begging him to move. he demanded, "use your words, angel."

"katsuki~" you whined. his calloused hand clasped around your marked neck.

"tell me what you want, & you get to breath."

"y-you! i want you to fu-fuck me!" you choked out, eyes rolling to the back of you head as you desperately tried to breath. he let go, satisfied that you were slowly coming undone.

"such a quick learner," he praised, "i love hearing that voice of yours." you clenched around his hung prick.

he started to move, shallow humps turned into powerful, bed-rocking thrusts. he through your feet onto his shoulders while your wrists were held down to your sides with his hands. your brain turned into bimbo mush, babbling about how he needs to go harder, to keep going. katsuki happily obliged-- anything for his favorite girl.

every thrust your tits jiggled & your ass slapped against his hips. god, how was your body this divine? "such a good whore, handling my cock so good."

"k-katsuki, wanna cum- i'm cumming, i'm cumming!" you told him, scrunching your bed sheets under your grip. your mouth widened. with lightning speed, katsuki shoved something in your mouth; it was your ripped thong. the one you thought was lost in the room.

"fuck yeah," he moaned while he played with your clit. "cum all over my cock, i'm all yours." katsuki was so mean, yet so romantic. he ruined you so effortlessly & still managed to make you feel like you were a goddess amongst men.

you came. that wasn't the last time that night. he pulled out & flipped you over. "ass up, we're not done."

#Youtube #anime and manga #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x reader #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia #fiction #yandere #yandere bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #bakugou smut #bakugou scenarios #katsuki x you #katsuki x reader smut #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha x reader #yandere bnha

2K notes · View notes

hevexns-realm · 4 months ago

Text

Okay, HIGHSCHOOL HEADCANNONS IN THE AU WITH NO NAME, LETS GO-

Sonic - popular jock, captain of either soccer or track. A lot of people have a crush on him, but he has a little bit of an attitude towards some of the “villains”.

Knuckles - star quarterback, but anger issues. He tends to hang around Sonic and crew, and while he is popular, he’s nowhere near shadow or Sonic’s level of popularity. He’s known to get into skirmishes with scourge a lot, but it’s usually because he’s caught scourge be mean to tails.

Tails - president of the debate team and science club, intelligent and passionate about his work; he is currently working his way towards his PHD in medical science early! However, he’s very shy and has a hard time talking outside of his debates or explanations, a true nerd!

Shadow - also popular, but for a different purpose. He’s the cute motorcycle guy you see all over booktok (the healthy ones-) that has some abandonment issues, and a lot of the girls there think they can fix him or make him worse. However, he and sonic are starting to see each other. They’re taking it slow, one step at a time, but otherwise they’re considered a sweet couple!

Silver - the sweet prince of the school. Popular, but not as much as Sonic and shadow. He’s smart, sweet, and bubbly! However, do not mistake his kindness for weakness. He can easily mop the floor with you if you hurt his friends.

Scourge - self proclaimed “king of bayside”. Which is mostly a lie, but he’s the leader of a local gang in the school, and is known for striking fear into the hearts of new students or freshmen. He’s done this since his sophomore year, and isn’t planning on stopping anytime soon.

Mephiles - is known to be a part of an underground band. It has house or EDM mixed in with some gothic elements! Recently the babdreleased a few new songs, and the most popular one is “spellbound”. He is also the vice president of the witchcraft club in bayside!

Nazo - Despite him being well known around the campus, Nazo is actually more of a loner. He usually keeps to himself and studies or does training to keep his powers up. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t catch the eyes of students, as he’s always wearing his whimsigoth wardrobe and can be seen wearing all sorts of eyeliner and eye looks. He is a little lonely though, and has no idea how to make friends. (Well, he won’t need to know, because two hedgehogs, one of them being a siren, are already taking an interest in him!)

Seelkadoom - unlike nazo, seelkadoom is the alt kid that all the freshmen and new kids go to when scourge and his gang try to pick on them, as scourge is much weaker than seelk. He’s also popular due to him having the whole “bad boy with heart of gold” deal. While he is popular with the ladies, there’s only two he has his eyes on currently, and like hell he’ll let the opportunity pass by!

King - one of Iris’ biggest fans, and he’s like the hypebeast “alpha male” types who tries to flirt with every girl he sees. It usually doesn’t work , especially if seelkadoom or nazo are close by.

Amy - cheer captain, good grades, big social circle, she’s got it all! Well, except a good boyfriend. Most of the guys she’s interested in are gay or taken. However, she’s not bitter of it. If anything, she’s the most supportive and protective of them all, making sure nobody tries sabotaging their relationships.

Rouge - you lookin for gossip, she’s got it! This girl has got dirt on just about everyone here! (With a few exceptions, because they’re either her friends or they’re loaded enough to sue her for defamation.) Always prepped with all the feminine care needed, ranging from pads to emergency face masks. She’s also contending for the homecoming queen crown!

Blaze - the quiet academic, but is a part of the debate and music memory teams. She’s that aesthetic dark academic that you see posting pictures of her work on Pinterest, outfits, and more! While she’s not as popular as you may think, she likes it that way, so she can focus on her work!

Maria - shadow’s older sister, and one of the counselors’ aids for disabled students. She was an A-B honor roll student, and is shadow’s biggest supporter and role model. It’s actually why shadow is trying to become a doctor, to hopefully cure her of her illness!

Aeon - scene social media queen! She always does these cool outfits of the day, educates people on scene culture and it’s history, and records everyone’s fails, and tells her story of being trans and her experiences of being a trans woman! (She might or might not have a small crush on Amy too-) While is she is a contender for the homecoming crown, she isn’t the most into it, unlike rouge and Iris!

Surge - the little rebel sophomore that hangs around seelkadoom. She’s the rambunctious rebel who is a little bit too violent for her own good, but she cares a lot about her friends and will always protect them! While she’s civil with scourge, she just does not like him.

Iris - Whenever you hear the tapping of red bottom heels and smell the scent of either honey, roses, or chocolate, you know you’re in the presence of one of the school’s newfound popular girls. She’s sweet, sassy, and drives most of the students up the damn wall with her siren-esque charms.She’s also a contender for the homecoming queen crown, and is arguably the most intense about it. She’s just excited since it’ll be her first time doing this! ^^

“Ok, so what about their dynamics?”:

Sonic and shadow - the newest couple on the block, and you either love em or hate em. Some try to actively sabotage their relationship, but Amy’s got that covered!

Sonic, tails, and knuckles - the most popular boys, as they’ve been here as friends since they were kids. Nobody can separate them from each other for long, as they’ll meet up again eventually!

Silver and blaze - also childhood friends trope, but it’s slowly blooming into a romance with each time they hang out!

Amy, rouge, aeon, and Iris - the popular quartet! They all tend to have personality traits that bounce off each other, and this is one of the few times we see the more shy and awkward Iris, as she can’t keep the facade forever!

Rouge and shadow - polar opposites becoming friends. Rouge being the popular gossip girl, while shadow was the quiet biker type. It was actually rouge who introduced shadow to Sonic, and shadow has been forever grateful since!

Aeon and Amy - a situation where one has a crush on her best friend, but doesn’t know how to tell her. However, it appears Amy seems to be piquing interest in aeon as well, especially after the whole camping trip situation!

Blaze and tails - mutual admiration and a sibling like relationship between the two!

Nazo and seelkadoom - two alt/goth kids who are in need of friends and they happened to meet after a bad skirmish with scourge after the bastard tried throwing his hands on mephiles after one of his concerts.

Surge and seelkadoom - sibling archetype. Seelkadoom is the older alt brother who sticks it to the man and then surge is the younger sister who is trying to follow in his footsteps, just not the same as him.

Mephiles, seelkadoom, nazo, and aeon

- The fun alternative group of friends who do stupid shit together, but would literally kill everyone else to protect their friends.

Iris, seelkadoom, and nazo - Princess X “bodyguards”. Originally it was just seelkadoom making scourge run off from Iris, but she actually had a proposition for them. She wanted them to be her temporary bodyguards while she’s running for homecoming queen, as she knows scourge and Fiona are trying to run as well, and can’t risk being ambushed by them after school. So they agree, only to end up having a blossoming poly relationship with the three of them! (Don’t worry, she does pay them! $55 per hour, and they get paid every Friday!)

^ (I am so normal about nazseelk and the three of them, I’m sorry, I just can’t help it ;v;)

I’ll probably make mini stories about them eventually, but I’m currently working on AUWNN side stories, so be prepped for that!

Taglist:

@hunniegl4zed @thebreadmeower

#headcanons #alternate universe #nazo the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #nazo #seelkadoom the hedgehog #nazo unleashed #seelkadoom #shadow the hedgehog #silver the hedgehog #silver #mephiles sonic #mephiles the dark #mephiles the hedgehog #scourge #scourge the hedgehog #i’m so normal about them #give me some time #I love nazseelk and their poly relationship with iris y’all have no damn clue-

22 notes · View notes

cutiedwaekki · 9 months ago

Text

BADTZ-MARU

— math is the love of my life.

Bangchan x Changbin

summary : Students at SKZ High School found a great way to learn math without the knowledge of their math teacher, Mr. Seo

contain : weight gain ; sort of humiliation; stuffing; a lot ; math ; SFW

A/n : initially this came from a joke (@nana-kom you know 👀) but i hope that you will like it ♡

Honestly you can clearly see how much i love math HAHAHA

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

"Okay class, open your textbook to page 43, and we'll continue with the lesson from last time".

Professor Seo's voice echoed around the room, and he knew how to command the respect of his students, who listened carefully and with great attention.

Admittedly, talking about Neperian logarithms wasn't the most exciting thing, but teacher Seo always knew how to make the class fun and interesting. And let's be honest, the students loved watching him. Sure, he wasn't very tall, to the point where some of his students were taller than him, which hurt his ego, but he was quite imposing with his muscular build, making all the girls who saw him as the ideal man and the boys who wished they had his body squint.

How could a man with such a perfect figure love something as complex as maths? He looked like a jock but talk like a nerd !

Even some teachers wondered. His name Changbin, he aroused the curiosity of many. At just 24 years of age, he had already graduated as a full professor and was proudly teaching at SKZ high school.

Physically, he came across as cold, authoritarian and even frightening. Even the tone of his voice was hoarse. But in reality he was so bubbly, naive, almost innocent.

His former students still had the image in their minds of inviting their teacher to a karaoke party to celebrate their graduation, not expecting him to dance so energetically to popular girlgroup songs.

Changbin was a mystery in itself, a polynomial equation of the second degree;

Difficult to solve when you don't know. Hard to spot if you don't have the eye. Difficult to understand if you're not paying attention.

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

At lunchtime, Changbin greeted the students and left, almost skipping back to the administration office where he was a member in order to put his things on his desk.

—"You're the only one who's this jovial on a Monday" commented Chaeryeong, his colleague and friend, also a teacher but of Korean. "Clearly I don't know how you can expend so much energy and still be energetic" she said with a sigh.

—That's right, it's Monday! Which means that this lunchtime it's yachaejeon for lunch" he exclaimed proudly.

Ah yes, maths aside, Changbin was a real foodie, so every occasion was perfect for eating. He didn't just eat his food, he savored it.

—"Pff, I'm not surprised that you're still single".

Chaeryeong left the advisory board first, followed by a Changbin displeased with her words.

Clearly no one was unaware of Changbin's love of food. If the students wanted to woo him, they'd offer him chocolates so he could write his report and get a better grade.

So if you wanted to woo him ... you just had to appeal to his sweet tooth right?

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

At least that's what Chaeryeong had said, Chan had clearly noted every one of her words in hiq notebook. She had clearly said, "If you want Changbin to be interested in you, you have to either flirt with him with weird math puns or please his stomach."

So Bahng Christopher Chan, a sports teacher, had decided to try everything to attract the attention of Changbin, the popular maths teacher who had melted his heart.

It all started at the beginning of the school year, when Chan was transferred to Korea after a few years as a sports teacher in Australia. Although he had a confident build and appearance, his first day had been very stressful: he knew no one, everyone seemed busy with their own subjects and problems to come and help a teacher whose subject wasn't even seens as essential.

All except Changbin

At lunchtime, he sat down with him in the refectory, smiled broadly and told him "It's always confusing on the first day of school, even as a teacher".

That smile, that ease with socializing, that way of putting him at ease

He'd fallen straight under his spell.

Now you can understand why, on that Monday morning, when Changbin was giving a fascinating lecture on Neperian logarithm to his class, Chan had come up to Chaeryeong and begged her to give him some advice.

He would at least hope it would work, he really wanted Changbin to feel as loved as Chan felt when he came to talk to him.

.(・∀・)ﾟ.+.

—"So what does the triangle say to the circle?"

—"....I don't know but i guess you're going to tell me."

—"You're pointless"

Clearly a normal morning for Changbin, taking a coffee break with Chaeryeong who, although annoyed by his friend's jokes, always paid attention and listened to him, showing how much the brunette meant to her despite her bored expression.

—"I've got one too", said Chan, suddenly intruding on their conversation. Chaeryeong didn't mind, knowing Chan's intention while avoiding Changbin's math joke and laugh.

—"Go ahead, but I warn you, I know all the jokes.

So Chan took a straight, serious look before clearing his throat and speaking, "Are...are you a 45-degree angle? because you're perfect".

Changbin clearly didn't expect this, he was half flattered and half confused as a blush grew on his face. "Nice one... you got me" he said before chuckling, seeming not to understand the meaning behind the joke that was so obviously a pickup line more than a joke.

But before Chan could retort, Changbin moved away, adding that it was time for him to get to class.

—"I told you, he's slow to understand, so if you really want to seduce him, seduce his stomach!" Chaeryeong exclaimed, crossing her arms before walking away towards her desk, leaving Chan and his hand full of maths pick-up lines writtend on his hand.

Maybe she was right

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ.+.

—"Chae' did you put that box on my desk?"

—"Yes, because I've been madly in love with you for years and I only chose to tell you now."

Changbin just chuckled at his friend's sarcastic reply, he was intrigued by the large box in front of him, a sort of basket with a whole heap of goodies, he supposed it must have been a parent who had sent it to him, as a member of the school board and a maths teacher, he was the one whose parents turned to him to help their child find a good school or even get into the best one.

There was a letter, he would just have to know.

The outside of the letter was a pretty pink color, it was so cute, the inside, on the other hand, was empty, no message of thanks, no declaration of love, just a sentence

Are you √2? 'Cause I feel irrational around you!

From : C.B

He closed the letter as quickly as it had been opened and moved away from her, blushing. Clearly he hadn't expected that and this person seemed to know a thing or two about mathematics to concoct a pick-up line for him that honestly seemed to work well.

—"You're so dramatic, just take the sweet and shut up or I'll shove it in your mouth".

Before pissing off his friend, Changbin mumbled a few apologies before sitting down on his desk, unwrapping the wrapping before starting to nibble on some sweets while he worked.

What he didn't suspect was that in the distance a certain sports teacher was staring impatiently in his direction, more than a little proud that his plan had worked, if he kept at it he'd one day be able to confess himself to him and they'd be together forever.

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ.+.

—"You know, you should slow down with the sweets."

—"And throw all that free food? Impossible" Changbin didn't even seem to react to her remark and just finished eating his doughnut, his cheek covered in powdered sugar.

—"Fine , but don't complain because you've put on weight" Chaeryeong sighed, deciding to move on as her worries to his friend went unheard.

After all, gifts from this secret admirer were becoming more and more frequent? In addition to chocolates and candies, Changbin had recently been treated to pastries ranging from muffins to doughnuts. One thing was certain, these foods were always eaten by Changbin, who hated wasting. Nevertheless, all these caloric excesses meant that after several weeks without knowing this mysterious secret admirer, the maths teacher was seriously starting to put on weight.

It was nothing at first, just a swollen abdomen and plumper cheeks. Then his thighs started rubbing together, his ass making every pair of jeans hard to wear. His belly swelled relentlessly, pushing against her shirts where between each button you could see his fat.

With all these changes, you'd think Mr Seo would have decided to go on a diet and exercise more. But he always had a reason to put it off.

"I have to correct test"

"I've got to do subjects for my class".

"I have to prepare a presentation for the administration office ".

Eventually, he became accustomed to this weight, and it even became one of his charms.

At least, the students were sure they could tempt the teachers with a few sweets, but no one was surprised to see him eating such large quantities in the canteen.

And Chan ... let's just say that he discovered that he was madly in love with Changbin, he had fallen even more for his body.

Seeing him eat so happily, rubbing his belly after a meal. Worst of all, once, when they'd both stayed late at school, he walked past the board office and caught him playing with his belly, resting it on the edge of the table and then dropping it back onto his lap.

Since, his deliveries of sweets had become more frequent and in greater quantities. And if at first his pick-up lines on maths were amusing and cute, they were becoming more and more sexual in nature, like :

Baby, I wish you were x2 and I was x3/3 so I could be the area under your curve.

I know my math. And you've got one significant figure

I'd like to be your math tutor for the night: add a bed, subtract your clothes, divide your legs and multiply!

I like fractions, do you want to do some with me? I am like a numerator because I like to be on top.

At first he was afraid his words might go too far and scare Changbin, especially when he saw him hurry off, taking all the letters and some cakes and running to the toilet.

Chan was worried he'd gone too far. Luckily, it was during the holidays, so there were no students in sight.

After all, nobody but Chan needed to hear him moaning as he masturbated AND eating in the bathroom...

Changbin seemed to like this secret admirer very much indeed.

But would he still love him if he found out it was Chan?

.(・∀・).+.

—"Don't you think Mr. Seo has put on weight?"

—"Are you kidding, I feel like he's getting fatter each day!"

— "Stop it, that's not nice! Mr. Seo is a good teacher and we shouldn't make fun of him".

—"We're not making fun of him Lily, we're just noticing that the function f(x) of his weight is equal to eⁿ with its limit n when n times to infinity equal to plus infinity"

—"Who are you trying to impress with your formulas?"

- "The positive side is that at least his weight makes us study our courses"

—"Do you really want to do math from the teacher's weight?"

—"I bet you I can create a whole problem"

—"Bet? If you fail, you'll have to do my homework for 3 weeks."

—"Bet"

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

—"Coach Bang there you are! You're in a good mood, aren't you?" commented one of the admins.

—"That's because I've got a date tonight with my crush" he said as he whistled happily, causing various whispers in the room.

—"You have a crush ? Who is she? Is it a teacher from here?"

—"I bet it's Chaeryeong, you always go to the admission office !"

Chan just chuckled and grabbed an apple from one of the fruit baskets before putting down some files. He was about to leave without saying anything, but couldn't resist adding, "I never said it was a woman", creating a huge hubbub in the room as everyone debated the lucky one.

At the same time, Changbin entered the office, handing over some files for next year's re-enrolment of his second-year class.

He smiled innocently as he waddled happily along.

—"Oh, looks like you've got a date tonight too, Mr. Seo" commented Felix, one of the secretaries.

—"How did you guess ?"

—"Mr Bahng dropped by earlier and he was just as euphoric as you."

At these words, Changbin could only blush, his phone began to vibrate, and he quickly deposited his file before claiming an emergency at the admissions office.

-"It's crazy, they're all going to have a date tonight, what a nice coincidence" commented Yerim.

—"What if it's not a coincidence ?"

.+.(・∀・).+.

It was getting late, almost everyone had left. All except Changbin, who stayed late to design his lessons for his students. He always tried to make everything fun and entertaining. Even if he was in charge of several classes, he would create each subject for each student, confronting them with their difficulties so that they could improve, but above all not compare themselves with those who had some facility in maths.

He was a very devoted teacher to his students and to his subject. So much so that he didn't feel a presence enter his office until he came up and hugged him from behind.

—"Channie! What are you doing here so late?"

Chan chuckled before pitting his lips against his lover's. "You promised me you'd be home. But you weren't when I rang the bell, so I assumed you were still there".

Changbin couldn't help blushing, he was ashamed that Chan had waited outside his house to finally come back here. But Chan seemed to notice his concern and ruffled his soft hair before adding, "I bough us something to eat!"

—"Oh, you shouldn't have Channie, I told you next time I was paying" changbin pouted before nudging his lover gently.

—"Get off work early and maybe you'll finally invite me in for dinner" he said with a sneer.

But as Chan brought out the bowls of noodles, he was surprised to count 3. He looked up at Chan, especially when he opened two bowls of noodles towards him, while he was content with just one.

Changbin was certainly naive, but not stupid, and he put his hand on his belly and rubbed it, a sort of habit he'd acquired since his belly rested on his knees.

—"Why do I get two bowls and you don't?"

Chan, who had started to eat, choked, looked up at him shyly and pretexted "it was the offer, two bought one free".

—"More like you're trying to fatten me up!

—"So what? Doesn't it work?"

—"I've had to change clothes sizes three times since the beginning of the year."

—"I'm just trying to keep you healthy", he said, grabbing one of the bowls and feeding it directly to Changbin, who didn't seem really surprised by it. In fact, he was used to it.

—"As a sports coach, wouldn't your aim be to keep me fit? I used to be an musclar".

But chan chuckle, it's true that if Changbin had put on so much weight it was mostly dut to his secret admirer who liked to send him sweets and puck up lines about maths.

—I should, but I love you more than your body. And I like to have something to hold on to, if you know what I mean".

At his words, Changbin coughed lightly and gave him a light tap on the shoulder, while Chan smiled in satisfaction.

—"So you love me like this?"

—"I love every one of your curves Binnie, I could kiss your whole body to prove it"

—"What if... I liked it too? What if I wanted more? Would you like that?"

—"You can do what you like with your body, my love, I'll be there to support you, but if you want to put on weight, I'd be delighted to help you, I love to see you eat well"

Chan underestimated the impact of his words on Changbin; he seemed to be zoning out, but in reality, he was just holding back a groan. The mix of being fed plus being worshipped by Chan was a big turn-on for him, who just continued to eat in silence while Chan fed him, commenting on how handsome he was, how cute his belly was, how his ass drove him crazy.

The evening had begun to unravel when, by the end of the second bowl of noodles, Changbin's shirt was stretched to the limit, his belly showing through the gaps in the shirt as his buttons struggled to stay in place.

As soon as his shirt ripped, the two of them looked at each other, obviously just as excited by it.

—"Do you want to do it here?" Changbin whispered.

—"The closet on the second floor is always empty, there's no surveillance camera.

—"It's ... too far"

—"Don't worry I'll carry you my sweet prince, you'll have nothing to do, just enjoy"

—"Channie I'm too big for you to carry"

But Chan didn't seem worried and complied, carrying the brunette in bridal style. "I'm training to lift weights at the gym for this moment my love"

—"You're such a cliché"

—"But you love me for it"

—"Sure, now please , show me that my body is the nicest arc length you've ever seen."

.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

—"Don't you find that Coach Bahng often goes to the admission office ?"

—"Have you noticed it too?"

—"Yeah, but if it's not for Miss Lee or Miss Park I really don't see why."

—"Don't you know? I hear he likes men!"

—"Really? Then it would be for the interim Yang?"

—"I think so too"

Suddenly, another, deeper voice interrupted their conversation: it was Felix.

—"You know there's also Mr. Seo".

Yet they both looked at him before a face of disgust formed.

—"Not that we don't like Mr Seo, Changbin oppa is so nice and funny, but he doesn't seem the type to please a sports coach, if you know what I mean".

Felix was puzzled; he liked the gossip between secretaries, but here they were clearly belittling a teacher over his physical appearance. Just as he was about to give a speech on the importance of not judging a book by its cover, a group of students rushed in, all looking shocked as if they'd seen a ghost.

—"What's the matter, Ji-Seok?"

—"It's Mr. Bahng and Mr. Seo they're ...."

—"What's going on? Has something bad happened?" Felix asked worriedly, putting his hand on the high school student's shoulder, as if to reassure him. The boy looked so panicked that something serious must have happened!

—"My friends and I were on our way to the music club when we heard a noise in the 2nd floor closet . We wanted to see who it was and... we caught Coach Bahng and Mr. Seo having... you know ".

At this news, all jaws dropped, only Felix smirked slightly and turned to the two secretaries who were talking about Coach Bahng's love life.

—'Not the type to please a coach uh?"

All day long, the rumor of Coach Bahng and maths teacher Seo making out in a closet was spreading fast, and honestly, neither of them had tried to deny it.

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

—"Yes Gaeul?"

—"Mr. Seo is it true you're dating Coach Bahng?"

Changbin couldn't help blushing at this question, which made some students laugh as they felt they'd had their answer

—"Let's talk about the chapter please, then. To determine the directing vector of a straight line given by a Cartesian equation, you need..."

—"What do you like about him?"

—"Who made the first move?"

—"Is it true that you fucked in the establishment?"

–"I hear he's a chubby chaser!"

At exactly that moment, Changbin sighed heavily; he was definitely too close to his class

—"You know what? You clearly don't want to study, and I don't feel like teaching today" he said before taking a seat, looking far too exhausted for someone who'd been standing for 35 minutes. The students at the beginning shouted victory, as if they were going to get answers to their questions.

Unfortunately, they forgot for a moment that Changbin was still a maths teacher who loved his subject a little too much...

–"At the next class, I'll give you a test, and if everyone has more than 95, I'll answer all your questions."

With a satisfied smile, he took a chocolate bar out of his pocket and ate it as he saw all his students suddenly get down to work, as if scalar product had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world.

Unfortunately, Changbin was a victim of his own success: his students were so passionate that on the next test, they all got more than 95...

If only he knew that it wasn't only Chan who was passionate about his body...

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

Only if what was meant to be a joke between classmates became a real exercise, which at first spread through the class, making a few laugh.

But the exercise began to leak out to other classes.

Surprisingly, you'd think the students would laugh at Professor Seo, but he was far too proud of his body to take this sort of thing the wrong way.

How did the exercise leak out? It was Professor Seo who did it.

He had caught Jin-seok reading a piece of paper in class, and taking it, thinking it was some sweet words he was exchanging with a student, he was surprised when he read the statement.

—"We're trying to determine Professor Seo's weight. Let's consider u0 as the professor's initial weight such that u0 = 65 kg of reason 5.5 and n the number of months such that u(n+1) = u0 + n + 5.5.

Determine when it will be before Professor Seo can no longer walk through the door".

The whole class froze, sure they'd enjoyed doing the exercise, maybe it had gone too far, but they all appreciated and respected Professor Seo.

Clearly they hadn't expected to see him push up his glasses and waddle over to the blackboard, copying out the statement.

—"It's pretty well formulated for high school students , to be honest, but to make it more realistic there are several things to take into account. Moreover, it is not specified whether the sequence is arithmetical or geometrical; we simply assume it by seeing u(n+1). What's more, we don't have any data on the door's circumference, and weight isn't a really determinable criterion of whether someone can pass through a door or not. Instead of looking for when Professor Seo won't be able to get through the door to give you a superb maths lesson, let's look instead for when his chair won't fit any more, bearing in mind that the weight limit is 115 kg. So as soon as (un) is greater than or equal to 115, this superb chair will no longer be suitable for my body. Any questions?"

The class was speechless, amazed at how down to earth their teacher was.

—"You... you're not mad?"

—"Why should I be? I'm very confident in my body, and I don't mind if my weight helps my students work harder. Look, you've all got together to create an exercise based on a joke, you've understood that maths is a funny thing once you understand it, that means I've made you want to learn. Look how much progress you've made this year, clearly if you don't all have your diplomas by the end of the school year I'll be very angry".

The whole class laughed. They were lucky to have a teacher like Mr. Seo. A man who loved maths and shared his love of the subject.

—"Sir, who do you prefer between maths and coach Bahng?"

—"Know your limits".

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

So guys ... when will Professor Seo outgrow his chair ? 👀

#weight gain #my fic #my fics #skz chubby #chubby changbin #chubby kpop

26 notes · View notes

empressofthesunwriter · 1 month ago

Text

Cosmic Phantoms

What do you get if you put a sassy Half-Ghost, a bubbly Magical Ghostly Girl, a strongwilled Goth and a skirt-chasing Tech-Nerd together?

Well, the greatest Ghost Hunting Team on Earth!

Join Danny, Julia, Sam and Tucker on their crazy adventures.

Puberty is a joke against the forces they are up to!

I changed Cosmo's name to Julie Cosmos, even if I keep calling her Cosmos to distance her from her human self, just a heads up ^^

Check out my DeviantArt to see Julia's clothes for season 1!

Parental Bonding

Julia tried her hardest not to cringy and smiled politely at the boy in front of her.

God, with him, it was the seventh boy who asked her out on the dance.

The poor sod didn't fare any better than the others.

He was stuttering and sweating.

She decides to save him from making himself look like a fool.

"Listen here...", what was his name again? Damn, Julia was bad with names. "Nathaniel?"

Okay, she was right he looked at her with hope in his eyes.

The red-haired girl felt bad that she had to crush it.

"I already have a date for the dance, so sorry. I hope you find another date."

With a last smile, she hightailed out of the situation and sat down on the bench where Sam and Danny were eating and Tucker was sulking.

Other than Julia, Tucker couldn't get a date.

"This was suitor, what, number 8?", teased Sam.

Julia got her own lunch out, a simple peanut butter jelly sandwich.

"Number 7.", corrected Julia and bit down on her sandwich. "And I got asked out by four girls, so 11 together."

Frustrated Tucker smashes his head against the table.

"I don't get you, Julie! You are formally swimming in dates and I got zero!"

"I already told you, I have a date."

"Gonna tell us who?", asked Danny.

She nodded and pointed at Sam, who grinned at the surprised boys.

"I asked Sam and she said yes."

"Wowowow, backtrack!", yelled Tucker in disbelief. "YOU asked SAM?"

"Is there a problem Tucker?", said Sam in a sugary-sweet voice which promised broken bones in his future.

Thankful he understood the subtext.

"No, no, no. Just surprised. How Julie has admirers left and right I thought she would go with one of them."

The girl in question snorted.

"Naah, I rather go with my friend, than with someone I barely know. You guys do realise that I'm still the new girl."

"Yeah, and the ones who want to go out with Julia, just want to go out with her for her looks. I'm going with her because she is my friend and we like each other.", added Sam.

But the words of the girls fly over the boy's head.

Confused Sam and Julia look at them.

"What?", asks Sam annoyed.

"Paulina...", chorused Danny and Tucker dreamily together.

Indeed there was Paulina, the most popular and beautiful girl in school. Paulina walks down a pathway while boys stare distractedly at her.

One boy on a bike crashes into a tree, while another walks into a guy sitting on a fountain and they both fall into the water, only to sit up and continue staring.

"Paulina..."

Sam scoffs at these two horny idiots.

"Oh, please! Paulina? Girls like her are a dime a dozen!"

On cue, Danny and Tucker dig through their pockets and pull out some change.

Danny asks even Tucker how much change he has.

This makes Sam fake-laugh.

"Very funny. Just remember: you can't judge a book by its cover."

"I'm with Sam. She may be hot and I would like to tap that-"

"JULIE!"

"-But I don't think Miss Popular and Beauty is very nice."

"Well, there's only one way to find out.", says Tucker and turns to his best friend. "Go on, Danny. Go to that library and check out that book!"

"I can't! I get weak-kneed when I try to talk to cute girls."

This earns him two burning looks of anger from Julia and Sam.

Scary!

"Oh, and you have absolutely no problems talking to us!", hisses Julia like an angry cat.

Julia thinks she is a fairly hot girl and Sam is pretty too, Danny freacking insulted them!

Desperate Danny tries to explain what he means, but Sam nor Julia are having it.

"Skip it.", the two girls say together.

Sam walks over to Danny and lifts him up by the arms.

"Go give your weak knees some exercise.", tells Sam as she formally throws him in Paulina's direction.

The next few minutes are just cringe.

Danny tries to hit on Paulina and somehow turns his pants invisible, showing his boxers, which makes the girl and the whole school laugh.

Julia facepalms in embarrassment, Tucker takes a picture with his PDA and Sam goes to rescue Danny.

None of them know what a stressful week awaits them.

(*)

The next day our four friends are eating in the Food Court of the Amity Park Mall.

A girl from their school passes their table and Tucker tries to hit on her, which of course earns him a no.

"So, your dad is going to chaperone the dance?", repeats Sam what Danny told them.

"Yes, but he doesn't know he's going to chaperone because he doesn't remember that I made him say yes!"

"Let me get this straight. You can just walk into people and take over their bodies from the inside?", says Tucker an idea forming in his head.

Julia looks thoughtful.

"I wonder if I can do it too?"

"Well, there is a way Julie to find out. Why don't you try to jump into a girl for two minutes and get me a date.", proposes Tucker excitedly.

The girl just deadpans. This was so wrong on many levels.

"No."

"Shot...Danny?"

"Forget it. You can get your own date for the dance like I did."

"Does he have to take off his pants and act like a dweeb?", ask Sam sarcastic. "Or will either one do?"

Tucker and Julia snort and send then an apologetic look at an annoyed Danny.

"Honestly, guys, I'm glad that Julie asked me as friends to go to the dance. Even if I have to wear that stupid dress my parents bought me.", Sam chuckles nervously.

"Now, now, Samantha.", tutts Julia and pats her hand. "It's not a crime to like a dress. Being feminine doesn't make you less Goth, I mean look at Morticia Addams!"

"Well, if you say it like this..."

"So no one besides Julie asked you, huh?", deducts Tucker.

"Maybe if I was as pretty as Paulina.", growls Sam.

"Why are you so down on her?", wondered Danny. "So she's pretty. It's not a crime. You certainly don't are like this with Julie."

"Aww, you think I'm pretty?", gushes Julia happy, her hand on her heart and a small blush on her cheeks.

"Julie has a beautiful soul to back up her looks.", counters Sam, which makes Julia turn redder.

"Guys, you turn me all shy!"

Suddenly people start screaming and running away behind the quartet. Danny's ghost sense goes off, while Julia's Necklace burns.

"Ghost time.", mussed Tucker holding up some fries. "Can I finish your fries?"

Danny doesn't give him an answer and takes Julia by the hand. The two hide behind some plants and transform.

They fly up to a blue dragon ghost.

"Say, haven't we met somewhere?", asks Phantom.

The dragon roars and breathes green fire at them, which luckily they can dodge.

"Let's try this again. Hi, I'm Danny Phantom and she is Julie Cosmos.", he points at Cosmos, who waves awkwardly. "And you are?"

Sadly the dragon doesn't care for formalities. It roars and hits Phantom and Cosmos with her tail.

Both yell and crash into the kitchen of the nearby Weenie On-A-Skewer.

Hurting, Phantom holds his head.

"Testy got it."

"I would say feisty.", corrects Cosmos, rubbing her own hurt head.

The dragon breathes more fire at the store's counter and the two half-ghosts fly out of the way.

"Sorry, dude! I think you got the wrong weenies!", puns Phantom, which makes Cosmos snort.

What can she say, she loves lame jokes.

Together they smack into the dragon, pushing it through the air.

It grabs them mid-flight and skids to a halt, then pins them on the ground.

"Must have tee!", it roars in their faces.

"Tea?", repeats Cosmos confused.

"Tea? Ooh, good idea. Coffee could make you a mite jittery. Better yet...", shouts Phantom, grabs Cosmos and turns them intangible sinking into the ground.

The dragon looks perplexedly at its claws.

Cosmos and Phantom fly back up through the ground.

"Have some punch!"

They doppel-punch the dragon, making it fly high and away.

Since neither has the Fenton Thermos with them, they join up with Sam and Tucker, transforming back.

"Julie! Danny! Are you okay?", ask Sam worried.

Julia nods.

"A bit bruised but nothing to worry about."

"Fine.", waves Danny off. "But that's the second time I've fought that dragon. We need to investigate. How are you guys?"

"Great...if you don't count me still being dateless for the dance.", laments Tucker tapping on his PDA. "Sasha, no. Denise, no. I've hit every girl in school except... "

He trails off as a pretty African-American girl walks up to them.

"Valerie."

"Yeah, hi.", she greets desinterested back. "Sucker, is it?"

"Tucker. Or Tuck. Or Tuckerino."

"Which ends with 'no.' Which, by the way, is my answer, unless something happens in the next five minutes that makes me dateless."

To Tucker's luck her date Kwan, one of Dash's football friends, tells her he will go with Donna so she is now dateless, before he walks away.

Signing Valerie says yes to Tucker and leaves too.

"Some may call it the rebound, but I call it a yes! I got a date! Whoo!", celebrates Tucker and points at his pants. "And the pants are still on!"

Julia shakes her head.

"You really needed to point that out, huh?"

(*)

It's the evening of the dance.

Sam and Julia decide to get ready at Sam's house.

Julia is still surprised that Sam told her first her little secret and not Danny or Tucker since she knows them longer.

She feels honoured.

While Julia finished her make-up, Sam, in her cool goth ballgown, was with the boys on a Sky-Call.

"Tie straight. Shirt tucked in.", Julia hears Danny's voice coming from the laptop. "Unbreakable ghost fishing line tucked neatly away just in case.�� What's taking so long with that dragon research, Sam?"

"Alright! Jeez!", grumbles Sam and Julia hears her tipping away. "Here. I'm sending you the link."

"That's it! Medieval ghostly legend held that the cursed Amulet of Aragon could transform any wearer into dragon form under states of extreme emotional duress or anger. That's the amulet I gave to Paulina. It must have accidentally fallen into my backpack. Wait. You mean...I'm going on a date with a dragon?!", says Danny astonished.

Curious Julia walks over to check the website herself.

"Kinda sounds like what my Necklace can do, only I have more control over it."

Sam nods in agreement.

"I had the same thought but I didn't find anything about an amulet or necklace which transforms a person into a ghost, I'm sorry Julie."

The redhead just signs.

"Thanks anyway, Sam, honey."

This is when Julia notes how Tucker and Danny are staring at her with big blushes on their faces.

She raises an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You-You...look really nice.", stutters Danny.

"Nice?!", shouts Tucker. "You look like a fairytale princess!"

A soft blue gloved hand goes to Julia's mouth to hide her smiles and giggles.

"Thanks guys."

Smiling smug Sam wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Didn't I tell you...you are 1000 times prettier than Paulina."

"Guys, stop, I gonna pass out!"

"Right, we will see you boys at the dance!"

With that Sam ends the Sky Call.

After Julia calms down enough, Sam's father drives them to the dance, where they meet an annoyed Tucker.

He did go with Valerie to the ball, but she ditched him the second she saw her friends.

Sam and Julia try to cheer him up.

Danny and Paulina finally arrive and he tries his best to somehow get the amulet back.

He shouldn't have probably said that the amulet belonged to Sam since Paulina turned partial dragon and broke her punch glass.

Then he had to overshadow his dad since Lancer talked to him.

In his dad's body, Danny runs up to his friends.

"Tucker, Sam, Julie we've got trouble.", he whisper-shouts at them.

"We had nothing to do with it, Mr. Fenton. It was all Danny's idea.", says Tucker, thinking they are in trouble with an adult.

"Tucker, it's me. It's Danny.", makes Danny clear and hands them walkie-talkies. "Sam, Julie, you try to help me find Paulina. Tucker, keep an eye on my dad. If he starts talking to anyone, page me, got it?"

"This dance gets better and better with every passing minute.", musses Sam happy.

The three split up, running in different directions.

As Julia is currently trying politely to decline a dance with a boy, she thinks his name is Jake, and trying to find Paulina, she hears over the Walkie-Talkie how Sam found their target.

"Where are you?", asks Julia.

"Girl bathroom."

"Danny, I will go with Sam."

"Understood and girls don't make her angry."

Julia and Sam meet up before the bathroom.

They decide Sam should talk to Paulina, while Julia stands guard and is ready to transform if necessary.

Paulina is checking herself in a mirror as Sam walks up behind her in the reflection.

"Hey, Paulina. Nice dress.", starts Sam awkwardly the conversation.

The Latina turns to her, a hand on the amulet.

"Yes, and it goes so nicely with your amulet, don't you think?"

Both Sam and Julia are confused.

"My amulet? That's not my--", Sam stops herself as she realises Danny's plan. "Right! Listen...my grandma gave me that amulet, and--"

"Forget it, sweetie.", scoffs Paulina. "I'm not giving up this trinket or your little boyfriend Danny."

"My boyfriend? Ha ha! And they say pretty girls can't be funny. Danny is not my boyfriend."

"He's not?"

"He's my best friend. Maybe that's why I was so hard on you. I didn't mean to call you shallow."

"What a bummer! I only agreed to go out with him because I thought I was stealing him from you.", confesses Paulina and puts the amulet on Sam. "Here, take your crummy amulet. I'm going back inside to dump your dorky friend."

Sam shakes with anger and the amulet starts to glow. Her skin turns blue and scaly and her eyes turn red.

"Shallow little witch!"

She transforms into the blue dragon and roars.

Paulina faints.

"Shit! Star, transform me!", shouts Julia and turns into Julie Cosmos.

She barely manages to grab Paulina's bridal style and turn them intangible to fly out of the bathroom.

Dragon-Sam doesn't care to destroy property and flies after them.

"Give. Me. Witch!", roars Dragon Sam at Cosmos, who does her best to dodge her flames.

That's when Danny Phantom finally enter the scene and kicks Dragon-Sam in the back.

She falls and crashes onto the football field.

"Take it easy, Paulina. You don't want to hurt Sam."

That's when he notices how Cosmos has Paulina's bridal style in her arms.

"Paulina? Sam?!"

"Shallow girl!", roar Dragon-Sam standing on her hide-legs.

"Yep, that's Sam."

"Took you long enough!", calls Cosmos.

Dragon-Sam breathes fire at him and he turns intangible to avoid it, then reappears.

"Whoa! Sam! Two words: breath mints."

Uninterest Dragon-Sam turns back to Cosmos and Paulina and hits Phantom away with her tail.

He goes flying into the bleacher but thankful turns intangible.

"Sam, it's me, Julie, you wouldn't hurt me right?", tries Cosmos to reach her friend.

For a second it seems Dragon-Sam calms down, only to roar again and shoot fire at them.

Cosmos turn them intangible and invisible.

With Paulina in her arms she can't fight, so she gently places her back in the bathroom.

Hopeful Dragon-Sam won't look here for her.

Then Cosmos flies back to the football field and attacks Dragon-Sam with her grey ectoplasm rays.

The dragon falls on his stomach groaning.

Phantom comes up beside Cosmos.

"Paulina?"

"In a safe place, now we only need to get the amulet from Sam!"

The male Halfa agrees, and both get ready to fight Dragon-Sam, when Tucker warns Phantom per Walkie-Talkie how Lancer is close to his father.

"Go!", shoves Cosmos him. "Give me the Fenton Fisher, I think I know how I can catch this dragon!"

"I own you one, Cosmos!"

So Phantom hands her the Fenton Fisher before he flies back to the dance.

Cosmos get the Fenton Fisher ready as Dragon-Sam sends three fire blasts at her, which she can dodge.

"I hate to say this Sam, but your aim is as bad as the patriarchy!"

This annoys Dragon-Sam to no end, which gives Cosmos the chance to cast the fishing line around her neck.

Dragon-Sam continually breathes fire at Cosmos, who keeps wrapping the line around her until her wings and arms are secure.

She drops to the ground.

Immediately Cosmos flies down to her and removes the amulet.

The dragon transforms back into her human self.

"Sam, honey?", ask the detransformed Julia worried her friend. "Are you okay?"

"Wow.", groans Sam, holding her head, while Julia has a hand on her back. "Did I have fun at the dance?"

"Well, I'm not Danny but I think he would say: You had a roaring time."

This makes Sam laugh quietly.

Soon the boys join them and congratulate Julia on fighting her first enemy alone and being victorious.

The quartet walks back into the slowly filling out gym.

"Dude, sorry your date didn't pan out.", says Tucker "Where is Paulina anyway?"

Julia and Sam see the girl in question with Dash. They look at each other and then shake their heads.

"Ah, who cares?", finds Sam.

"Yes, look, guys! The DJ's still playing. And I gonna dance now with my date!", proclaims Julia.

Laughing Sam lets herself lead by Julia on the dance floor, where the two girls slow dance.

The boys smile at how cute they are and Tucker makes even a picture of them with his PDA.

Then suddenly Sam grabs Danny and Julia Tucker.

"We didn't forget you!", say the girls together.

Now the boys laugh while they twirl their dance partner around.

"Promise me you'll keep your pants up.", jokes Sam to Danny, which makes all laugh.

"I'll do my best."

After a few moments, they change partners again.

Danny dances now with Julia and Sam with Tucker.

"Your pants still good?", asks Julia with a cheeky grin.

"All good, don't worry.", promises Danny.

Well, their first High School Dance could have gone a lot worse, but as long the four have each other they will always make the best out of anything.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #original character #lgbtqia #jazz fenton #vlad masters #danny phantom x oc #danny fenton x oc #sam manson x oc #tucker foley x oc #no comments no chapter

2 notes · View notes

jpriest85-blog · 2 years ago

Text

Recently, I got into @vendetta-if and have been coming up with concept art of my MC, Katerina aka Kitty. Including a portrait of her with how I imagine Viktor and Yevette appearing, fashion lineup of clothing she would wear, concept sketches of her tattoos, and a full body reference picture of her tattoos and underwear. Damn no wonder Ash got so flustered in the demo😘

Vendetta MC info

Name: Katerina Viktorovna Smirnova [ Катерина Викторовна Смирнова]

Nickname: Kitty

Gender: Female

Sexual preferences: Bisexual

Codename: Anath, Canaanite Goddess of warfare and the hunt who defeats the death god Mot for killing Ba'al, in a rather brutal fashion.

Pistols: Freyr & Freyja

Mask: Venetian mask with wings and crown made of a swirling black

Car: Black and gold Mercedes Benz Maybach S650.

Face claim: Haya Maraachli

Fashion preferences: Fancy elegant clothes in a variety of styles and colors.

ROs: Ash & Rin

Height: 6ft./182.88cms

Ethnicity: Mix of Russian, Syrian, and French descent

Hair: long, straight black hair

Eyes: Brown

Complexion: olive complexion

Tattoos & distinguishing features: a couple of beauty marks on her face on the left side of her chin and upper lip. As well as a few in memoriam tattoos; a stylized camera on the left side of her chest for her father, a stylized motorcycle with flowers on her right shoulder for Cara, and a cameo tattoo on her left wrist depicting her grandmother.

Personality: At first appearance, Kitty seems like a spoiled sweet rich girl, bubbly, charming, and fashionable, but she is also incredibly educated and intelligent. Imagine Elle Woods from Legally Blonde. Only Kitty is a brunette, was born into an infamous criminal family, and is aspiring to become a vigilante like her father Although considering the kind of student she was, Katerina could easily get into Harvard, although she'd be more likely to pursue a major in business or anthropology rather than focusing on law.

She's also a huge Nerd. She was president of the school debate team, graduated as class valedictorian, and everything. She does tend to dress fashionably, and she is fascinated by a wide variety of subjects, and she will study extensively in her free time whenever she develops an interest in a new subject matter. As a result, she's now fluent in over 7 languages; English, Russian, Arabic, Japanese, Spanish, Mandarin, and French, and is even attempting to learn Sign language. She's just as likely to be interested in popular media, as well as more academic fare, with equal enthusiasm. So she's the type of person who'd enjoy listening to popular music as well as podcast lectures on ancient civilizations, or the latest blockbuster movie and documentaries about endangered species, etc. She's also considerate enough not to talk down to the people around her. She doesn't want to make someone feel stupid or bad about themselves just because they don't know something, this just means it's an opportunity to introduce them to something new they can get excited about!

Honestly, Kitty tends to be more offended by people who pretend to know everything, especially when they're trying to just suck up to her. Sure, she was brought up to be enough of a lady to be polite to people, but she doesn't enjoy folks wanting to get closer to her just to get on good with her family. Reminds her too much of her childhood when other kids pretended to be friends with her to get her to do their homework, make connections with her family, take advantage of her generosity, or even seduce her when she "grew up pretty." As a result, despite the fact Katerina is a very sociable and charming person, her friend group is pretty small. There are very few people she trusts explicitly outside of her family, Ash, and Rin. Although Skylar and Detective Valdez are strong candidates to join her inner circle depending on how things play out.

She also tends to be pretty generous since she still remembers how much her father used to worry about money and expenses when she was growing up. She understands how many advantages and opportunities having money can afford, especially as she got older and studied business and accounting to help better assist her uncle. As much as she still wants to be a vigilante, she knows change can't really happen until more people have better opportunities and chances to earn a living without having to resort to crime out of desperation. So she started to secretly start up and fund charity programs that help to improve people's lives like food banks, rehab treatment, after-school and scholarship programs, etc. All of these donations and charity projects are strictly anonymous though, considering her family's reputation she doesn't want the much needed funds being taken away from these people in case of suspicions of money laundering, or that she's using the charities as a PR tactic.

While she usually tries to be optimistic, losing her father so young still takes its toll on her. Katerina still struggles with PTSD, anxiety, depression and even developed OCD after her father's murder. Young children deal with grief and trauma in different ways and in Kitty's case she became an overachiever instead of lashing out; after all, the last thing she promised her father before he died was to be a good girl. She'd push herself to smile and be the dutiful student and child so as not to cause problems for the people around her. Her uncle and grandparents are already grieving and struggling enough, although at the time, she didn't realize she was worrying her family more. Especially her Uncle Luka, sure he didn't have much experience in childcare except for babysitting Kitty and Ash. He's no stranger to concealing his real feelings to not publicly appear weak, but his niece is still so young that she shouldn't be hiding her grief and pain behind a smile like a Stepford wife!

Especially when he knows she's not sleeping well, and he even caught her out of bed in the middle of the night obsessively scrubbing the walls and ceiling. The worst incident was when Kitty was 11 and woke up from a nightmare about her father's murder. Even after washing her face and hands, she still remembers the feeling of her father's blood seeping into her clothes. While she can't see any blood, she can still feel it warm and tacky against her skin. So she kept washing, but the sink wasn't big enough, so she stepped into the shower still in her pjs, and just kept scrubbing even long after the water ran cold and the shadows started multiplying. When her uncle found her, he frantically turned off the shower and wrapped her in a towel, trapping her hands to stop her from scrubbing her skin raw. Luka started taking her to a therapist after this incident, and she still sees a psychiatrist pretty regularly.

It's helped her manage and deal with things, especially after understanding her obsessive fixation with order and cleaning can flare up when she's stressed or trying to reassert some control in her life. Although she still doesn't bring up her attempts at becoming a vigilante and hunting down her father's murder with her doctors for obvious reasons. She's also explored other ways to help her cope in addition to therapy, although some methods are more effective than others. Sure, smoking can help lower her stress, but tobacco and nicotine have long-term health risks, so she's been trying to quit. Kitty has responded well with animal therapy, especially the treatments that involved horses. As a result, her uncle and grandfather both had horse stables added to the family estate, as well as staff, horses, equestrian equipment, and training for her.

Additional info & Headcanons

Kitty tends to be very cuddly and affectionate with people she's close to, ever since she was a child. She'd always cuddle her dad, Uncle Luka, Cara, and even Takashi. She always greeted her grandparents with a hug and 3 alternating kisses on the cheek, even as an adult. Although she often leaves lipstick marks on her Deda Pavel, so now she also makes sure to wipe his cheek after a rather humorous incident when several people were too afraid to let the intimidating Morozov patriarch know he still had colorful lipstick marks on his face. Ash and Rin also grew accustomed to Kitty's gestures of affection, although Ash is a bit more self conscious about the physical contact when she started developing feelings for Kitty, and Rin was initially unused to people being so cuddly with him, other than his father, but he's learned to appreciate it (especially with the advantages of the height difference between himself and Kitty). Once Kitty decides to trust and welcome Jackal into the family, Artyom can expect an enthusiastic bear hug from her as well.

Is a bit of a foodie and enjoys a wide range of different types of meals. Her palette isn't limited to higher end foods, sure she enjoys caviar and champagne as much as the next person but she also loves food discovered from some little hole in the wall spot, or even home cooked meals. She even has an anonymous food review blog that's very popular on social media. Even Skylar follows it.

As far as Kitty's own cooking skills, she's decent enough on her own but needs more practice for more complicated recipes. Especially after the time she tried learning how to make Crème Brûlée, she asked Ash to help her and they both set off the fire alarm…thankfully they always make sure the fire extinguishers are nearby and in working condition.

Kitty prefers strong black tea when she needs a caffeine boost, as coffee tends to give her heart burn. She also picked up the habit of drinking her tea with a sugar cube in her mouth, which she learned from her grandmother when they used to have tea together.

She always has a little tin filled with sugar cubes in her purse, usually because she prefers them to the little sugar packets when drinking her tea and to give little treats for her horses. As a result, Katerina is well known by the mounted units in EPD because the horses always know she's got treats for them.

Since starting animal therapy, Kitty has owned and grown attached to many horses over the years. Her current therapy horse is a Snowflake Appaloosa she named Zefir after the candy. Although after meeting Detective Valdez and seeing how overworked and stressed out they are, she is considering introducing Satana to her horses.

While Kitty still struggles with her OCD she did pick up some useful skills while trying to manage it. She learned how to get blood stains out of almost anything and how to use her Gravikinesis to find and dispose of trace evidence in hard to reach places.

While therapy has helped Katerina learn not to bury her feelings, she still doesn't like crying in public. Partly out not wanting to be vulnerable in front of strangers, and she gets embarrassed by how messy she appears while crying; runny makeup, her face gets all red and puffy, hiccups, ect. She doesn't have any problem crying in front of, or even on, people she trusts like her family, Ash, and Rin. Although sometimes Ash gets too emotional when Kitty starts crying, and if it's not a situation where she can fix things by killing the bastard that made Kitty cry in the first place, Ash will start crying too. Usually, Luka or Rin has to console them both when this happens. Comfort food like ice cream has proven to be effective.

Considering Katerina's affinity to horses, it would surprise no one to learn she was a huge fan of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic cartoon as a child. However, Ash also used to watch the cartoon with her religiously when they were both little girls. Rin will sometimes tease Ash about it as he's one of the few people who remembers this fact and can get away with talking about it without risking death.

When Kitty was a child, she and Ash both joined the Girl Scouts. It was an enjoyable experience, although sadly short-lived, because Ash and Kitty used overly aggressive tactics when selling cookies, like intimidation and racketeering. So they were both kicked out, and Viktor made both girls apologize and refund all the people they extorted. Still, Kitty did learn some useful skills like first aid and fire safety. So whenever Girl Scout Cookie Season comes around, she'll buy everything she can from any Girlscout she encounters and hand out boxes to family, friends, and even staff.

Katerina has astigmatism and has needed corrective lenses since she was 13. She normally wears contact lenses but prefers to wear glasses when at home, during business meetings, or when researching.

Katerina was sort of a late bloomer and was very cubby as a child. Viktor did everything he could to make sure his daughter never felt self-conscious about it, especially since he was also a heavy kid before he had his growth spurt. For the most part, it worked, but Kitty would still feel self-conscious about herself from other kids teasing or fashion advertising. Especially the ones that featured her mother.

When Katerina hit her growth spurt at 14, she was very caught off guard by the sudden attention when people would try asking her out or flirting with her. Especially since many of these same people didn't even give her a second look when she still had her "baby fat," she didn't even lose any actual weight, but because she's taller now she looks thinner.

This has also made her friends and family extra protective of Kitty, and they are often very successful at scarring off any creeps and perverts. There was one incident when Luka was giving Kitty a driving lesson when she was 15, a couple of frat boys pulled up to them at a red light and immediately started aggressively hitting on Katerina when they spotted her in the driver's seat. They didn't notice Luka blinking into their back seat where he proceeded to beat them half to death for harassing his underage niece.

Whenever folks only compliment Kitty on her looks, she quickly loses interest. Sure, she'll politely accept the compliment if it's their first meeting and the other person isn't being a creep. However, if that's the only thing that they're interested in, she'll disengage.

Katerina has a variety of interests, much like a Renaissance man or woman in this case. She is not interested in folks getting close to her just because of her family, wealth, or in an attempt to get into her pants! She speaks over 7 languages and tries initiating a conversation with her about food, history, art, or even something obscure, like the life cycle about an endangered beetle! Just say something of value to the conversation if you want anything more than a standard polite response from her!

Katerina has some very mixed feelings about her mother. While Yevette's rejection of her did hurt and affect her, she still had Cara and her grandmother in her life. They helped shape her into the kind of woman she wants to be. Although as she got older, she's learned to let go of some of the hurt…mostly. She understands not everyone is meant to be a parent and believes Yevette is just one of those people who doesn't have it in her to be a mother. Sure, Kitty doesn't want Yevette to die, but for the most part, her mother is a stranger to her. Just because she grew up seeing Mirage everywhere in TV, comics, ads, and movies doesn't mean they know each other even if Yevette did give birth to her. Sure she'll be polite to Yevette, after all Baba Alina made sure Katerina was raised to be a respectful young lady, but if Yevette wants to build an actual relationship with Kitty she needs to show she means it. Katerina learned early on how to deal with folks who have ulterior motives for getting close to her. She doesn't need that BS from her own mother!

Over the years, movie nights with Uncle Luka will sometimes inspire new interests and hobbies for Kitty. Like when she wanted to learn how to use a whip after watching Indiana Jones, or getting into Egyptology and ancient cultures after watching The Mummy films, both the original horror films from 1932 starring Boris Karloff, and the 1999 movie starring Brendon Frazer.

Kitty did eventually learn how to use a whip. It even helps her practice using precision with her Umbrakinesis abilities. As well as winning first place at last year's Halloween costume contest when she dressed up Julie Newmar's iconic Catwoman, complete with whip stunt demonstration and terrible cat puns.

The 1999 Mummy film also helped young Kitty realize she was Bisexual as she developed crushes on a good part of the main cast; Brendon Frazer, Rachel Weisz, Oded Fehr, and even Patricia Velasquez.

Likewise, these movie nights sometimes inspired a few fears and phobias. Such as when Luka made the mistake of showing her Mimic, directed by Guillermo del Toro, and she developed an intense fear of cockroaches. She liked del Toro's other films, and usually, when a scary movie bothered her, learning more about the subject made her less scared. Like after she watched Jaws, she got less scared when she learned real sharks are much different than from the movie.Cockroaches were the exception, though the more she learned about the insects, the more they freaked her out.

Despite already being pretty tall, Kitty tends to wear high heels, except when she's relaxing, exercising, or doing missions. She claims she likes the added height because other than her mother, she's the shortest one out of her relatives by comparison (although at 6ft./182.88cms, she isn't that much shorter than her Uncle and Grandparents). Also, the thin heels can make an effective impromptu stabbing weapon in a pinch. Why do you think Stiletto heels share their name with a type of dagger?

#vendetta if #Katerina Smirnova aka Kitty #MC info and concept art #It's fun to imagine folks first impressions of her compared to the rest of the Morozov family #Just these Stoic and intimidating Russian mob family and then there's Kitty the bubbly and sweet daddy's girl #I mean granted she'll still kill a man if she considered them a threat #but she's still very charming and friendly otherwise

28 notes · View notes

celebrimbor-apologist · 3 months ago

Text

Rings of Power 1x04 Liveblog

SPOILERS AHEAD

the fucking description already says “Galdriel and Elrond walk into a trap” I’m not fucking FINE

GREAT the fucking flashback with Celebrimbor and the tree I am FINE. But no Cel in the recap otherwise so they’re probably okay smithing ahead in Ost-in-Edhil <3 Just doing happy sweet little trinkets. Nothing bad can happen.

Also, Elrond’s face when Gil says “to lead it” like. HA. Did him and Gil have a talk? Did Gil apologize? I need that scene. GIMME. Or is Gil the kind of guy to apolize in actions, like, giving Elrond that command is the thing.

OH WELL.

OH COME ON GAL. GIRL.

The kids are fightingggg

Oh yay montage of Elves running- OH THAT SCENE from the trailers.

Elrond, babe, LOVE your hair

Omg I love the new baby elf.

Gal, wrong moment to trip balls-

Elrond I love you

“I must protest” Oh I love them. He deserves to be in his bitchy era. He deserves it. Calling the ring a trinket, oh Elrond. His pure bitchiness kept him alive didn't it. He is preserved in salt <3

The other elves must be so annoyed by them I love it. Still hoping we’ll get a proper heart to heart though.

HI STRANGER

OMG TOM TOM TOM BOMBADIL

I AM SQUEALING TOMMMM he is making fun of actual Gandalf isn’t he

Gandalf gets eaten by the tree wish that was me. Tight squeeze hug.

Oh Poppy has a crush?

Oh yeah, a little bit of enemies to lovers. Worked for Gal and Hal too!

Nori. Oh Nori my love <3 “He’s a Wizard” WHElp Noriiiii PLEASE NOT SO LOUD

This guy on the throne is Saruman, isn’t he? I didn’t even think about Saruman whoops.

OMFG Tom Bombadil you are an actual ICON.

OMg the first bath the stranger ever gets huh? He doesn't look different even clean though. I understand why him and Saubrand shouldn't meet.

Singing??

Tom I love you.

Tom is older than the stars I forgot. “I am nameless but you are young and I am old. That’s what I am” Omg there it is, he is talking about himself in third person.

Big Beard Energy going on

“Your task is to face them both” Yeah, that’s Gandalf about to faint.

Elrond <3 <3 <3 Regretting his life choices I am sure.

Omg they walk over a graveyard?? Also I love the new elves we got. So much. Hope they survive for a few more episodes. This guy looks like Lindir, remember when we all went nuts over Lindir??

OH WELL THEY FOUND THE MESSENGERS!!!

AAAAnd that guy is gone. Everyone else now hold VERY VERY STILL- Omg. YES YES YESSSS

This bitch looks like Ganondorf

They just reform huh

Elrond sma- GALADRIEL?? YES ELROnd being a nerd pays off <3

Smashcut to Arondir and co looking for Theo, huh

Yeah they left their weapons, the ents don’t eat metal.

Okay so Elrond and co went south does that mean they might now meet Elrond and crew?

Astrid IS kinda cute with him there. Like. ngl these bitches adorable

Oh come on, I don’t think Astrid is really that horrible.

Theo was taken by Tree Frend!

Well. Not so, uh, frend.

Isildur in the Mud huh Isilgone I guess? WHELP. ARONDIGONE TOO. Astrid please tell me you won’t jump after them- Oh thank Eru.

Ominous bubbles

OH ASTRID YOU’RE FOOLISHLY BRAVE WOMAN

Arondirty <3 I love you muddy elf. Best laughter

Okay the harfoot backstory actually makes me sad

DID YOU HIT THE MUM I WILL END YOU YOU FUCKING HELMET BITCH WHATEVER HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE CAN'T BE WORSE THAN WHAT I WILL DO TO YOUR FOR HITTING CLAN MUM

Elrond in the distance oh baby no. But like, you couldn’t have added two weeks to that journey. You really need to reach Tyelpe. This is really important.

Fluffy Hair Elrond <3

They are having a heart to heart but I want to fluff- MY FATHER FORSWOR DAD MENTION DAD MENTION

Okay guys this is not how the heart to heart works babe-

HOLY FUCK-

HOLY FUCK FUCK FUCK NOT- THE VISION THE VISION THE VISION OMG TYELPE FALLING THE KNIFE AT ELROND'S THROAT OW OW OW OWWWW

TOUCH TOUCH TOUCH-

Okay buddy as if you would just let her die <3 He is so bitter right now.

“We heard drums” WHAT.

Gil Galad really sent them on a roadtrip “maybe some mortal danger will fix you two” and currently it’s making them worse.

Astrid OUTCHIE

FORGIVENESS TAKES AN AGE HUH

Arondir <3

FORGIVENESS TAKES AN AGE *SOB*

Flower <3

I am crying. Also, Isil, maybe not touch her neck she is wounded there. Whelp. Isil really not getting laid this season either. No wonder he holds onto the ring later.

Arondir is leaving, huh? Yeah.

OH FUCK.

OH FUCK FUCK FUCK.

WE’RE REALLY IN IT NOW.

MARCHING TO EREGION.

Guys you need an army. You need an army and a hulk.

OH NO NOT THE BABY ELF

Yep I can SEE the Elrond losing it.

GIRL WHAT

SHE GIVES HIM THE RING

OMG WHAT

I LOVE THIS.

THE KIDS HAVE MADE UP THEIR ISSUES

GALADRIEBADASSSSSSSSSSS GIRLBOSSING IT LIKE THE BOSS SHE ISSSSS

GIRLBOSSDRIEL Naww, Elrond still salty but. Well. Getting there.

Galadriel has acquired a horse <3

NOPE

HI ADAR

#trop spoilers #trop season 2 spoilers

4 notes · View notes

hvskydoll · 6 months ago

Text

BRAT CHARLI XCX REVIEW!!!!!🔫🔫🔫

okayyyy so hi i know i have like no followers but i wanna try to review this album because i have alotttf of thoughts and i really wanna just air them out while theyre still fresh.

so my overall thoughts, its amazing. some of her best work since 2019's charli (i didnt love hifn and crash was just subpar in my mind). i love the raw vulnerability of the lyrics. and i love how the harsh electronic beats and the very poetic almost stream of conciseness lyrics compliment each other. and songs like club classics and talk talk are pure pop perfection. like talk talk is a summer anthem and club classics ive had on repeat since it dropped!!!!

and this goes into my complaints with the record. i just feel like theres a problem with the album NOT being a dance pop album like it was promoted to be. the lead up to this album was all about how this is a rave album and it is not. theres rave moments but most of it is very vulnerable poetry over electro beats. and on a couple songs i just dont think this works. for example, rewind. theres parts of the song that i live for, but i wish it was more like POP! like i understand and relate to the lyrics but with this pc music bubble gum bass instrumental i just dont get it. and also b2b i just never loved this song. the repetitiveness doesnt work in this song like @ all! and it makes it more disappointing how charli is the queen of repetitive hooks. it just doesnt have any substance to it as a song.

another thing i dislike its this version of 365😭😭 i like the idea of the 360 instrumental. but the outro is very underwhelming in my opinion. idk if its just not enough bass or anything but its just kinda flat as a song. the easyfun remix is really good but i hate shygirl

but after all that hating lets get into the positives!!!!! this is some of charlis best production. again talk talk is amazing but also everything is romantic is so amazingly produced with the string sections and beats and then that bridge with the vocal effects. WHICH IS ANOTHER THING I NOTICED, the way her producers edit her vocals throughout the album is so cool. like club classics being built around vocal loops i just nerd out on shit like that. 360 and mean girls being love letters to the chloe cherrys and julia foxes of the world i think is very sweet and of the time. although im not a fan of mean girls EXTREMELY literal lyrics, which im aware is the purpose but idk i dont feel it. i love girl, so confusing's beat drop (wish they did that with 365 but WHATEVERRR) and i love how it talks about having disagreements with another female artist without it being petty beef. and i have a problem with her fandom pitting her and other female artists together to be bitchy and fighting like its baddies. which is also a theme is sympathy is a knife with the "i hope i dont see her at my boyfriend's show" which can be about taylor or twigs.

either way charli doesnt have to be besties with these women but i think its so childish how charli's fans have created this like shade room type reaction to stuff like this. but that is a different convo for a different day.

i think about it all the time is a total highlight for me. its such an adorable song about a topic soo rarely touched in pop music. and that is the biggest positive to this album, it touches on things you dont see in pop music and does it in a very stripped way.

so now we get to so i. now we have gotten plenty of sophie tributes in the past couple years. and i think this is the most sincere of those. since charli was SOO close to sophie i think this is very loving and honest. and isnt a song about the image of sophie but the actual experience of being a close friend of her. so i give charli props for being so honest with the way shes expressing grief.

so final thoughts. i think this is one of the strongest and most unique pop albums in the last like 5 years. like i cant think of another pop album quite like this and i really enjoy it. and i honestly think it will grow on me more with more listens.

CURRENT RATING: 7.5/10

~xx yves

#music #charli xcx #music review #new music #brat #xcx

5 notes · View notes

paperboy-pb · 2 years ago

Text

Okay, so there isn't good art available of *everybody* yet, but I think you should all have a little somethin'-somethin' about Matthew's class. So... there's 12 kids you need to know!

1: MATTHEW I. BOSTON -- Our protagonist! Physically disabled, even though you can't see it. Often thought of as weak. He is artsy, imaginative, sensitive, and holds a great love for life itself. Wants to leave Special Ed in pursuit of a better life, due to the abuse that many of its staff dish out.

2: ANDREA Z. BELTRAN -- Matthew's best friend! Has Dyslexia & Conduct Disorder. Seen as a "lost cause" by most. She's a bit explosive, but there's more to her than that. Andrea is old-fashioned, cynical, surprisingly caring & MUCH smarter than she's given credit for. Tends to bully their bullies.

3: MATEO-RUDOLFO ("RUDY") N. DELACRUZ -- HoH (Hard-of-Hearing) boy who's known for selling all sorts of knickknacks-- snacks, fidget toys, etc.-- to his peers. Tends to hide his hearing aids under his long hair. Allegedly crushing on Aza. Doesn't talk much, not even with ASL. But his close friends know him to be serious, organized, a little uptight, & very stubborn... with a few silly or mischievous moments here and there. >:)

4: OLIVER K. HANES -- "Frenemies" with Matthew. Dysgraphic, Dyspraxic, + some other probably-undiagnosed neurodivergence. Is ALL about tech + social media-- even filming his own vlogs, skits & pranks! Oliver is very conceited, boastful, self-centered, impulsive, and a spoiled rich boy... but not at all shallow. Will always put others first when it matters the most. Close with Jack.

5: KARL HO -- One of Rudy's friends! Has Down Syndrome + Intellectual Disability. Is often babied & lowkey excluded by others... despite being (secretly) VERY perceptive. Known to be sociable, silly, messy, & chill. Absolute gamer. Loves cartoons. Always ready to talk about girls. Sometimes makes bad choices in the name of being included, like laughing along when other kids bully Matthew.

6: AZA A. KANAAN -- Disliked by Matthew, dislikes him right back. Loved by literally everyone else. Levi's "Right-Hand Man." Aza is an ADHDer, leaning way on the hyperactive side of things. Aza is rowdy, random, & LOVES immature, vulgar shock humor. Plus anything clowncore or neon. But somehow, those closest to her claim she's also the mom friend, very loyal, open-minded, and down-to-Earth. Matthew won't believe it till he sees it.

7: JACKSON ("JACK") J. MARINE -- Matthew's #1 bully since forever! Jack speaks with a very prominent stutter, which made him a bullying target. Started various sports outside of school, as well as Karate. Thus, Jack is now tough, mean, & the strongest of the boys. Uses that status to hold himself above others. Will ALWAYS take an oppurtunity to torment Matthew for some laughs. Still only has 1 real friend. (Oliver.)

8: AMELIA MILLER -- Matthew's 2nd favorite girl! Was born with one arm. Doesn't know if she's been diagnosed with anything else. Amelia is very bubbly & soft-hearted. She loves llamas, hanging out with friends, sweets, coffee, cute boys, and pretty much anything girly. More sheltered than other kids. Doesn't have much of a backbone. Seems to fear abandonment. Usually seen with Levi & Aza.

9: WILBUR B. MORA -- Matthew's now-distant family friend. Only has one working eye, which is slowly but surely losing vision anyway due to Retinitis Pigmentosa. Wilbur is a calm, collected & peaceful math / science nerd. He especially loves animals, and can & WILL remind the teacher about the homework. Introverted, but not shy. Feels VERY held-back by Special Ed academically & tends to overwork himself at other programs, trying to fill the void.

10: AARAN PATEL -- Rudy & Karl's 3rd friend! Aaran has Tourette's, which makes him a bullying target. Not only that, Aaran's also a little awkward & VERY spiritual. He's super into Tarot cards, zodiac signs, fortune-telling, third eyes, religions, etc. And all of those factors tend to weird people out. So most don't talk to him. And they're missing out; because he's excitable, easily-impressed, and always has PLENTY to say! He also has a bit of a random fascination with superheroes & the idea of magic. Never a dull moment with this one.

11: LEVI T. TRAINOR-FANG -- Matthew's #2 bully! Claims to be his best friend despite hating him. Levi never discloses what she has, but she has implied that it's an emotion thing. Levi is an edgy, dark-minded, and cut-throat Queen-bee. Like Regina George mixed with a scene kid. Starts drama for fun & feels little remorse. While she & Jack both have the most fun tormenting Matthew as they find him to be weak & a crybaby, Levi will go after almost anyone. Her other victims include Andrea, Rudy, Amelia, Aaran, Linus, and even Jack himself. Almost everyone is terrified of her. Seems to respect Aza.

12: LINUS S. TRAINOR-FANG -- Levi's twin brother & the most disliked kid in the room! He has ADHD (Inattentive type this time!) along with Epilepsy. Linus is a gloomy yet chatty emo boy who loves writing, music, dance, & spiders. Unfortunately, he's also pretentious + overbearingly desperate to be cool. Instead of being himself or seeing others as people, he makes every trend his personality, puts people on pedestals they don't want, & refuses to talk to other "unpopular" kids like Matthew or Andrea in public. Only to be called cringe by the cool kids anyway! It's a vicious cycle that he refuses to break... and Matthew is lowkey kind of concerned.

Phew, that's a lot! It... gets easier to keep track once you see their designs, I promise, lol.

11 notes · View notes

in-my-feels-probably · 2 years ago

Note

hi!! congrats on 1k followers!!<3

i would like to request option 2, romantic ship for grishaverse:) i’m a girl, use she/her pronouns and would love to be paired with any girl (just not nina, i see her as a bestie) i’m 5’4, have shoulder-length brown hair and hazel eyes. i have soo many favourite tropes but mutual pinning and like being kinda mean at the start but not bullying each other own my heart.

i’m intj, slytherin and a virgo. i can come across as cold hearted or just mean but it’s something i use to not let people get to me. i’m a very confident and don’t care what others think of me, most of the time. i’m a calm person unless someone gets close to me, then my mouth can’t shut around them. i’m a huge nerd and an overthinker. i’m also an introvert but i’m more active and bubbly when i’m around my friends. i don’t like talking to new people but when someone interests me even a tiny bit, i’m full on talking with them, even when i don’t know them that well. i value my own company and comfort so much, sometimes maybe even too much. i’m determined, stubborn and try to do everything perfectly even tho i know most of the time it’s not possible for everything to be perfect. i could say i talk too much but i see it as a positive thing. also i kinda feel like i have an old soul with a huge heart and am a hopeless romantic. i try to never loose hope especially if we are talking about dreams or goals and i believe even impossible can be achieved. i’m a huge dreamer, but try to stay as realistic in my everyday life as i can.

when i see someone struggling mentally i literally try to do anything to help them, as much as they let me and as far as it’s not damaging for me. i’m a very cuddly person because it helps me remember that everything will work out eventually:) i prefer staying home for the evening but i also adore going out to do something fun like going to lunapark or even cinema once in a while. to be honest i just want to find someone who would be my love, my best friend and partner in crime. i would do literally anything for love.

now some of my hobbies:i love writing(it’s like my whole personality) - stories, poems, letters, drawing and just creating things in general. i love plants and taking care of them, same goes with animals. if i could i’d adopt a whole zoo;> my favourite animals are lynxes, dragonflies and hyenas. (what a combo, i know). i love iced coffee but it has to be sweet and learning about things i’m actually passionate about. i don’t want to say i’m childish but i adore doing things my inner child is excited about. i loove chocolate and cotton candy. music and movies are huge part of my existence and when someone knows the same things i do i literally want to adopt them so we can talk, talk and talk. my favourite season is spring when everything comes to life:) also i loove everything people are used to hate about themselves, like stretch-marks, scars and that sort of stuff. idk it just reminds me we are all human and are beautiful just as we are ><

that’s all i can think of, hopefully it wasn’t too much!! thanks in advance i’m really curious who you’re going to pair me with:)

hi!

thank you for participating :)

i ship you with zoya!

zoya is the epitome of rivals to lovers. she’s so snarky, but i think she’d really like someone who could match her level of snark. banter is her way of flirting. i think zoya really understands coming across as cold and not really letting anyone get to know her. she uses that tactic herself, so it wouldn’t be an issue for her at all to get you talking to her. she’d make it a goal to get you to tell her a little bit about yourself every day, and consider it an accomplishment when you started opening up to her. she’d find your nerdy interests and hyperfixations really endearing, and she’d really enjoy listening to you ramble about the things you like. i feel like she’s secretly a little nerdy too, and would be able to talk to you about some of your interests. zoya is a very stubborn person, so it would be interesting to see how you two butt heads a little. she’s also a realist, and a borderline pessimist, so your hopefulness and optimism would be a new thing for her. but you’d reassure her and make her feel better about things, which she needs.

i wouldn’t consider zoya a very cuddly person, or someone who talks about their mental health. but she’d know she could talk to you about anything, and you wouldn’t judge her. it would take some getting used to, but she’d begin looking at you as a safe space. while zoya has to deal with a lot of people in a day, i think she’d enjoy staying in and not seeing anyone else for a change. she’d be more than happy to spend the evening with you, doing whatever you wanted to pass the time.

i’m not sure if zoya has ever really attempted art, but i think she’d be really good at it. she’s one of those people that’s just perfect the first try at everything she does, so she’d definitely be good at it. but she’s be more content to watch you from the sidelines and let you work, praising whatever outcome you came up with.

i think zoya really misses her inner child. she had to grow up so young, and never really had a chance to be a kid herself. you’d be a source for her to start exploring her inner child, and you’d remind her of all the good things she can remember about being a child. and you’d make new memories together, ones that can replace any bad ones.

i think zoya likes spring too. winter is too cold, and windy. she sees enough wind as a squallor, and would rather have any wind bothering being one she creates. i think the fresh flowers remind her of home with her aunt, and she likes the warm sun on her face. she’d love being outside with you during the spring, doing whatever you wanted to pass the time. it would be really peaceful for her.

zoya favorite thing about you would be how you see the beauty in everything. zoya is a stunning person, but i think she’s insecure about the scars she has from getting her amplifier. they’re running down her back, and she hates them. despite the power they gave her, it takes away from her beauty, at least in her eyes. she knows it’s superficial, but she can’t help but feel insecure about it. you’d be there to tell her that she’s beautiful, and that they’re part of what makes her her.

(i’m not sure if you’ve read the books or just seen the show, but i’m gonna very vaguely and briefly mention the king of scars duology. i hope that’s alright.)

as spring ended and summer approached, the keftas would be a little too warm for her. on rare occasions outside, she’d take it off. alone in her room, she’d be in little more than an undershirt. you’d sit behind her, running your fingers along her spine where the scars are. she’d stiffen, but you’d wrap your arms around her shoulders, squeezing her to you.

“you’re so pretty, you know that?”

she’d turn around with a grin, though you could hear the hesitation in her voice. “i know. as are you, darling. i don’t tell you that enough.”

you’d smile, shaking your head. “you’re changing the subject, but i’ll allow it because that was sweet.”

you’d let her change the subject, but keep a comforting hand on her shoulder. she’d lean into your touch, making small talk.

“nikolai started a new project today. i could see the smoke from all the way across the field,” you’d laugh, making her grin.

“leave it to our king to set something on fire on one of the hottest days of the year.”

you’d chuckle, resting your chin on her shoulder. “should we help him? i have a feeling all genya is doing is barking orders and standing around looking pretty. i bet david is enjoying it.”

zoya would shake her head, turning around to hug you. “later, darling. i want to sit with you a while. alright?”

you’d nod, holding her tight. “alright, love.”

—

sorry for the wait! thanks again for participating :)

#1k followers celebration #1k followers #1000 followers celebration #1000 followers #followers celebration #grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows #zoya nazyalensky

6 notes · View notes

mysteriawrites · 1 year ago

Note

Hello! Just writing up my info for the trade! If you have any questions please message me and lmk!!

Name: Mochi

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: pansexual

Zodiac: Libra

MBTI: INFP

Likes: walks, open communication, honesty, arts and also crafts, video games, board games, buying my partner gifts

Dislikes: loud noises, two-faced people, cooking, cleaning

Personality: Very bubbly sweet and friendly but a little shy and awkward it takes me awhile to be my usual weird and quirky self around others. It's very important to me to surround myself with open minded, honest, and accountable people who I can be myself around without judegement. I have a great sense of humor, but outside of jokes I can be sensitive and emotional - sometimes a little emotionally volatile. Very playful otherwise and generally jovial, I try to treat others with kindless and respect but I'm always down for playful teasing. I'm bad at expressing my emotions the first time and often need a little prodding, but in turn I'm a great listener and very perceptive when others are feeling off. I'm very intelligent and a deep thinker and love philosophy and hypothetical thinking. I do love to go for walks but I'm mostly and indoorsy homebody, and most of my hobbies and interests are best pursued from indoor spaces. I'm a big nerd too interest wise! I believe I need someone fun, but stable and secure in a way that grounds me.

TYSM for trading with me!!!

We Interupt your regularly scheduled program for.......A MATCHUP TRADE WITH @misssakuramochi!!!!!!!!

Hello Hello thx for trading with me here is your matchup...DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

MARCH 7TH!!!

(It took forever to decide if I should go pink and blue or just pink, but it wouldn't quite be March if I just did one or the other.)

You and March are a match made in heaven (or whatever higher power you do or don’t believe on I guess). You two have so much in common you get to talk for hours about the most random things. You’re the best of friends…and maybe more.

When you first arrived on the express you were a bit shy, but March was so enamored with you on day one. She would talk your ear off about all the planets she visited and all the things she’s seen on her adventures. It didn’t take long for you to open up to her warm personality.

From that point on you were thicker then thieves. Taking in the sights of each new planet, going shopping, trying the food, (giving Dan Heng a hard time) and more. March took so many photos of you guys she’s currently on her 5th scrapbook (we all know this girl scrapbooks i mean come on)

You two have had countless sleepovers in either on of your rooms. Eating snacks, pillow fights, watching movies, and sharing secrets. One sleepover you guys were talking about romance. I think you can see where I’m going with this.

You were talking about what kind of people you were into and if either of you had gained a crush over your travels. She told you about all the boys and girls she thought were attractive and would have a crush on them for awhile, but sadly had to leave them. She doesn’t regret it however as she sees romance as part of the adventure even the heart break.

When she turned to ask you, you replied that you hadn’t really thought about it. You said that if you were to like anyone that they would have to have a fun personality but be grounded as well when needed. The conversation ended after that, but the more you thought it the more you realized that a lot of the qualities you were into…matched March. Normally you guys share a bed and sleep just fine during your sleep overs, but that night you couldn’t sleep a wink.

A few weeks later when you reached your next destination, you had finally gained the confidence to ask March to be your girlfriend (with a bit of a blunt nudge from Dan Heng). You 3 did your usual exploring and emersion, when you decided now was a good time to ask her. When you saw an unusual sight…March was hugging another girl and blushing.

Your heart was shattered. You solemnly walked back to the train. Back on the train you ran into Himeko, she took one look at your crestfallen face and immediately knew something happened. You asked her what do you do when the person you love falls in love with someone else. She said that if you love something let them go. So that what you did.

Over the next few weeks you distanced yourself from March. She was confused, but took Dan Heng’s advice when he said you needed space for awhile. And that’s how things stayed for awhile, until March was injured in a fight against the Stelleron Hunters.

You stayed in the infirmary day and night. March was stable, but know one knew when she would wake up. While waiting for her to wake up you talked to her every single day hoping she could hear you. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. You were starting to lose hope.

One day you came and sat next to march as usual. After talking to her for awhile your voice started to fade. You told her how you weren’t sure when she’d wake up, how you wish you’d told her your feelings earlier even if she didn’t reciprocate, and how you were sorry you couldn’t protect her.

At that moment, you felt a cold hand on yours, you turned you head and saw a very much awake March smiling brightly. She said she loved you too. You were confused and in shock. Turns out March had woken up sometime in the night before, but didn’t want to alert anyone besides Himeko and welt (aka the author thinks someone being coherent enough to tell you they love you after waking up from a fucking coma makes no sense).

After being relieved she was awake and healthy, you asked her about her crush on that girl on (insert planet here). Apparently she was an old friend of March and was giving her advice on how to ask out her real crush: you. After that confirmation you asked if you could kiss her. She said yes.

After that you were closer then ever. Thr sugar sweet love birds of the Astral Express Crew. Always going on adventures, having fun, with a little flirting and kissing thrown in (Dan Heng said you two were more insufferable now but he actually thinks you guys are really cute). You two end up getting married and settling down after your last adventure to start a new one: the adventure of love.

Woo another doozy. Well I hope you like it anyways thx for doing this trade with me.

#multi fandom blog #multifandom #multifandom account #multifandom writer #multi fandoms posts #multifandom fanfiction #matchups #multifandom x reader #multifandom imagines #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #march 7th #march 7 x reader

5 notes · View notes

rogue-durin-16 · 2 years ago

Text

MATCHUP FOR

@littlelilbun

can I have male stranger things matchup please? i’m a girl, aries, enfp, my pronouns are she/her. i could be really shy sometimes due to my bad anxiety, but mostly i’m very sweet and bubbly person, i deeply care about my friends, and i’m super affectionate with people who i love. also, my love language is physical touch!!! i’m also very sensitive and emotional person, but i’m fully open with my feelings only with close people in my life. my height is 5’5, i have a petite figure, long brown hair and green eyes, i would describe my style as a hyperfeminine, but i also love to dress cozy! i’m polyglot and i speak 6 languages, and i’m studying linguistics in uni. my other passions are makeup, cinematography and music ofc! i’m obsessed with rabbits and bunnies and all the bunny-themed items! i love cute things, such as clothes, accessories, makeup, stuffies and etc. my ideal partner is someone tall and protective, who would take care of me and be attentive to me and my feelings! and also someone who would cuddle me a lot <3

From Stranger Things I Ship You With:

Eddie Munson

Ship Dynamic:

Mutual Pining™

Quote:

«I'm still afraid to be there, among the hounds of love, and feel your arms surround me; I've always been a coward.»

When I started to read your description I was like "Eddie?" Because yes, Aries and ENFP? And then I was like yeah no but... You'd make a bomb couple.

I was tempted to ship you with Steve (he's being extra hard to match) but something about your vibe made me keep gravitating towards Eddie so here we are.

We're just gonna assume Steve would initially feel attracted to you, but Eddie fully falls hard like the touch-starved, lovesick puppy he is.

I feel like he would misjudge you at first because he tends to do that a lot. First it was a defense mechanism and now he's stuck with that.

I'm gonna put myself in Eddie's shoes and say he'd probably think you're just another airhead girly girl. Boy is he wrong.

He immediately realizes he's wrong too and goes from aloof to eager to know every bit of you.

You have in common just the right amount of things for this relationship to be tandem. A little more would make it boring, and a little less would make it way too explosive.

You're the one who confesses and Eddie loses his shit. He thinks he's so cynical and detached, and here you come wearing your heart on your sleeve and he just wants to run away.

But oh my god he's so in love so he can't.

I just KNOW he's a linguistics nerd (hello fellow Tolkienian), but school's learning methods are just not for him, so you would ALSO mistakenly judge him about this probably.

He asks you to teach him at least one language. It's actually super fun for him and he knows it's fun because of you.

No one, and I mean NO ONE, fucks with you when Eddie Munson is around.

I genuinely don't think he can fight (I literally went through this in one of my fics) but I DO think that he's one scary, obnoxious motherfucker with a bizarre reputation.

I also think he'd do crazy things for the people he loves so if he has to get full on protective he will.

I feel like you'd be super protective of him too in your own way.

He definitely got a pet bunny after learning about your love for rabbits just so you would spend more time at his place. He is THAT extra.

Constant cuddles. You two are so touchy with each other, it's kinda cute but also kinda weird.

I'm not talking about romantic or sexual touch, I'm talking about just touch. Holding hands, his arm over your shoulders, head on the other's lap, leaning on each other absentmindedly etc.

Eddie lets you put makeup on him before he goes out. I don't wanna hear anyone go against this statement because y'all just would be wrong.

He spends an embarrassing amount of money on buying you pretty things to the point where you literally have to scold him for doing so.

You'd see him every weekend even if you're in college and he's not, because he'd drive all the way to see you.

Oh my god you know that one Conan Gray lyric, "They met in class for metaphysical philosophy. He tells his friends, 'I like her 'cause she's so much smarter than me'. They're having talks about their futures until 4:00 a.m." GIRL THAT'S YOU TWO.

Okay okay I'm done, but you'd make a super cute ship just saying.

#Hounds Of Love by Kate Bush belongs to Eddie when he's in love now #eddie munson #stranger things i ship you with

2 notes · View notes

madscientistollie · 2 months ago

Text

The Toons of Main Street

A story or (an AU) of three toons from different eras of animation going to the real world to build a theater to entertain and gain profit. Thanks to their endeavors rumors has begun spreading and some are too interested on their plans. Here are the characters that will get to meet. (from left to right):

Vincent Peter: from the 30's he's a goofy guy with dark sense of humor who's a fast talker. And is the one who instigates some trouble. Used to be part of the circus, but wanted to become so much more so he decided become a comedian with Eric. He works at 70's era bar.

Christopher Wilkens: The main man from the 50's. A smooth talker who knows how to talk his way out and his way in. When he's with his higher peers he talks properly with a straight face, but with friends he lets loose and has a New York accent He's nice well-meaning guy, but can be a nutcase when shit hits the fan. He's an social chameleon who knows everyone in the industry. He works as a jazz singer and writes his own songs. Mostly love songs.

Eric Carter: The shortest and the straight-man of the group. He's polite, soft-spoken gentleman and has a british accent and came from the same era like Vincent and usually to stop their antics but will have fun if it doesn't get anyone hurt. He works as a librarian in the in between.

Matilda O'Donald: Joyful and bubbly woman who can get sassy from time to time. She constantly visits her friend and her kids to go for ice cream outside and gifting them homemade sweets and clothing. She works at the studio as a background artist and character designer with Jessie.

Jessie Dalton: Kind, creative and persistent person, who can be and a workaholic and a bit grumpy. Always thinking about others rather than herself to the point of sleep-deprivation. Tries her best to take care of her kids on her own and makes the most out of the situation. Taught them how to speak finish and how to do tricks. Loves them both dearly. She works as an animator and a writer at the studio.

Cici and Lucas Dalton: Jessie's kids. Cici's a bookish nerd who likes astronomy and anything that is morbid. She's pretty skittish around new people especially people who are around her little brother. And Lucas is a energetic and outgoing boy who loves to meet new people and sour candy. Often times plays with her sister or hangs out with Blake.

Jasper O'Donald: A decent and sincere person who works in a office job, but always dreamed off becoming a dancer. He is married to Matilda. When he meets new people he can get nervous but will calm down when he sees a familiar face. He never goes outside at night because nothing good ever happens at night. Something that he fears, something demonic.

Tammy Surace: A saxophonist and a part of a jazz fusion band in New Orleans. She's a excellent cook and visits her niece and nephew to teach them new recipes, how to play new instruments and hand to hand combat. She can be quite nervous and less talkative around people but will mellow out if given time.

Audrey Ferguson: A doctor who lives in Atlanta, but occasionally visits the kids to give them books and teach them how trespass without getting caught and picking locks. She's cynical, distant woman yet she's cool headed and a dry sense of humor.

Hugo Doley: A man who's sweet as his frozen treats. He's the guy when you first meet him you'll instantly love him. He knows how to put a smile on someones face and make their day with their favorite ice cream. Everybody in the whole town knows the sweet gentlemen-ice cream parlor and it's owner.

Ophelia 'phillis' Mercedes: Cici's best friend. A shy girl that gets scared easily.

Blake Rogers: Lucas' best friend. A quiet kid that loves to talk about engines and vehicles.

Laura McClaire: The oldest trio of the group. sassy, fun-loving who loves fashion. A 20's white cat, she's always the one to turn heads at fancy parties and loves all eyes on her. Works as a singer.

Mitzi Bell: The middle child of the group, workaholic, no-nonsense talker and really needs a rest. A black cat from the 20's who keeps an eye on her sisters for not creating a ruckus. Doesn't like Vincent that much. Works in a 70's bar as a bartender.

Callie Calico: The youngest of the group, out-going, looking for something new and a bit of an oddball. A bright eyed cat from the 20's but will wear colorful clothes from modern eras compare to the others. Thinks Vincent's is really funny guy. Works in a antic store.

(All of them are from the same litter and some of their close friends calls them 'The litter sisters').

Gloria Von Hippo: Posh, timid yet motherly. Doesn't know how to resolve a conflict and more of a spectator than an instigator. A classy lady from the 70's. Works as a fashion designer.

Andy Hill: The quiet one, but a good listener, gets the job done and minds his own business. A guy form the 40's, he's also a workaholic but knows his limits and keeps reminding Mitzi's. Works at the same place as Vincent and Mitzi as a waiter.

Bowser Bulldog: A nervous, clumsy goober from the 50's. Doesn't want to cause some waves so much that he became a pushover, but it doesn't get to his head. Is very scared of Chris and the last thing he wanted is to provoke him. Works in a comic book store

Lana Lamp: The biggest and the shortest diva of the them all. From the 30's she's the most attention seeking and likes to cause some drama in the group or read it on the newspapers, watching things go down. Gets gigs in commercials.

And bunch of drawings at the end.

These are not official designs of the characters, but more of how I think of what they look like.

#my art #my ocs #ttoms #character design #original characters

0 notes

tedesquire · 3 years ago

Note

Could you write smth with Egon x reader, your writing is all so good and they make me so happy. Please I’m begging :’) anything you want topic-wise, as long as it’s with Egon. Thank you and ily :))))

It's a Date

Description: You and Egon have been dating for weeks, though it would help if he knew that.

A/N: Had this idea in my head for a while… It’s probably something that would happen to me if I was 2% more unstable. Again, I love when people say "write whatever you want" but then I am faced with the reality of wow I get to write what I want... for a public audience...

“Egon, are you aware that there’s a woman at the bar who hasn’t taken her eyes off you all night?” Peter jutted his chin to gesture behind where you and Egon sat, a glint of mischief in his eye.

The gang had invited you and Janine out to a bar after their most recent bust, and while Janine declined, you couldn’t resist an opportunity to spend time with your boyfriend, Dr. Egon Spengler. It had only been a few weeks, but you were as infatuated with him as ever.

It began when he had asked you to tag along with him on a run to pick up some yeast and mold samples he had purchased a few towns over, inviting you to dinner as well. He made you smile, laugh, and he offered to pay for your meal.

“Wow, it’s almost as if this was a date.” You had teased, taking a sip of your wine.

“Well, we’re currently two people in a social engagement at a particular time, so yes, a date.” He shrugged his shoulders.

You were over the moon, smiling for the rest of the night. Since then you had been on multiple coffee and dinner dates, park outings, and sweet nights just resting at your apartment.

“Aren’t you going to talk to her?” Ray asked, bringing you back to reality.

You laughed heartily, shaking your head. “Ha ha Stantz, nice try.”

“Oh?” Wintson chimed in, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “And why wouldn’t he? Some girls like the nerd-type you know, look at Dana and Peter.”

“Hey, I resent that!” You raised an eyebrow, ignoring Peter’s cry of outrage.

“Because… Egon’s seeing someone…?” You were taken back by their lack of knowledge, eying the man in question, waiting for him to chime in. Was he trying to keep it a secret?

“Spengler, you dog! I take back everything I said about you! Well, a good 98%, at least. Who is the lucky fossil?” Venkman laughed, elbowing a chuckling Winston. You felt your heart sink. Did they really not know?

“No, I bet it’s Janine. Is it Janine?” Winston asked, genuine excitement in his tone.

“What about that woman from the bust last Saturday who was eyeing you… what’s her name…” Ray thought out loud.

“He won’t say anything! Y/n, you know who it is! Tell us. C’mon tell us.” Venkman begged, and you looked towards Egon, whose dark brows were furrowed in confusion.

“Me…?” You muttered weakly, the end of the sentence more posed as a question. The table burst into cheers, but you couldn't focus on anything other than Egon’s shocked expression.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, placing your hand on his arm.

“I wasn’t aware that we were in a relationship.” Panic bubbled in your stomach.

“What do you mean, we’ve been dating for weeks!” The table had quieted by now, all men equally lost as to what the hell was going on. Egon remained quiet, allowing you to think out loud. “You… you asked me to go pick up yeast samples and have dinner with you and you said it was a date.’”

“Oh my god,” Venkman cut in, not that you were paying close attention. “Is that an ionized class 4 apparition? We’re going to go check it out.” The three other men slid out of the booth faster than you had ever seen them move before in your life.

“And then,” You continued, voice started to crack as your throat became tense. “We had coffee, I invited you over for a movie, we’ve had dinner multiple times…” Realization dawned on you, instantly sliding out of the booth and standing.

“Oh my god.. Oh my god! You… you didn’t think we were dating. Because we weren’t. You didn’t say it was a date... You just mentioned it was a date, like an appointment. And I’m an idiot.” The music felt too loud, your heartbeat racing in your ears. You peered over your shoulder to find Winston, Peter, and Ray at the bar staring at you guys, immediately breaking contact to pretend as if they weren’t witnessing the most humiliating moment of your life.

“I thought you didn’t like touch too much so I didn’t try to…” You weakly tried to justify your actions.

“Y/n-” Suddenly it felt like everyone was staring, recognizing that you were a moon-eyed fool who believed in love so much you had made up a relationship with your coworker. You could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, tears welling and starting to pour down your cheeks.

So you did the only rational thing you could think of to do, you ran.

Oh god, how could you think that for one second Dr. Egon Spengler, an intelligent, handsome, and caring man, would take one look at you and want to date you? He had his pick of fans and fellow members of academia, and who were you? Just a little nobody.

You could picture it now; him laughing with the guys about obsessed with him you were, telling this story to women who hung off his every word. Soon the whole city would know about your foolishness.

As soon as you had started running you knew you couldn’t think of anywhere to go where Egon or the team wouldn’t find you, ruling out work and your apartment. And since you left your coat and wallet at the bar, that eliminated the option to hail a taxi. So the only place you could think to go to was Bryant Park, hopelessly believing that the fountain might cheer you up

How were you supposed to go to work? You couldn't quit- could you? No, that would be too rash, too babyish. You’d suppose you’d have to suffer through Venkman’s quips and the pitying looks from Stantz and Zeddemore. And you would have to muster up enough courage to be in the same room with Egon, look at him, or speak with him.

Maybe you could think about that quitting idea later.

“No wishes?” A deep voice startled you out of your thoughts, grabbing a large rock you had placed on the ledge earlier and pulling your arm back to throw it. “Woah, woah! Don’t- uh! It’s me! Egon!” You met his eyes and sighed heavily, throwing the rock down by your feet to wipe your tear-stricken face. If you weren’t so upset you would have laughed at how panicked he seemed at the thought of you hitting him.

“Do you often sit alone in the city with a rock to defend yourself with?” You could tell Egon was trying to make the atmosphere less awkward, and usually you would love him for it but all you felt was shame.

“I’m a woman. It’s the 80’s. It’s late.” Your sentences were clipped, throat tense from crying. “What do you want, Egon?” You sighed, turning your head to face the reflection again. “Come to make fun of me?”

“I would never, you know that.”

“Well, I did believe we were dating so clearly my mental accuracy is unstable.” You sniffed softly.

“That’s not the conclusion I came up with.”

“How did you find me?” You jumped, noticing he had sat on the ledge beside you.

“You mentioned it weeks ago, when we went to check out the new additions of the occult section at the public library. You pointed it out through the windows. If I recall correctly you mentioned your fondness for the fountain and how you went ice skating near it a few winters previous.”

“You remembered that?”

“I remember everything you say.” You tried to stop your blush as tears threatened to spill again.

“Egon-”

“Let me explain. Please?” He waited until you nodded, standing back up to his full height and pacing in front of you as he spoke.

“While it’s true, I had no idea that you felt a romantic inclination towards me. But looking back it seems so obvious, I should have noticed. You let me talk to you about my theories and recent work, though you’ve told me time and time again you have no clue what I’m saying. You came with me to collect samples and eat out on a Saturday night when you could have been doing anything else. Every time you invited me for a movie you had multiple options and let me pick what I wanted to view. You made dessert each time because you know I have a sweet tooth.”

“You stack the basement full of water bottles to make sure I’m taking in enough fluids, you bring me coffee first in the morning before anyone else and make me non-caffeinated tea after 5 pm in hopes I will create a steady sleeping schedule. And you avoided trying to make me uncomfortable by touching, even when you thought we were dating.”

“Egon-” You tried to interrupt, unsure of where he was going with this.

“Everything you do, whether you realize it or not, reflects your true feelings for me, and I failed to recognize it. You care for me and accept me as I am…”

“Egon-”

“Please! Y/n!” He shouted, stopping his walk and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I- I’m trying to say something.” He took another deep breath, standing in front of you, tipping your chin upwards to look at him.

“I was so shocked at the back at the bar because I had a hard time accepting your romantic view of me. That you believed if I was in a relationship with you that I would not take you out on dates, take you to a restaurant, pull your chair out for you, pay for your meal. That I wouldn’t compliment you or call you beautiful, and you are, objectively speaking, so, so beautiful.” His thumb softly rubbed your cheek, his hand cradling your face.

“I can’t comprehend what would lead you to believe that I wouldn’t tell our friends about us the second we got together. That I would not hold your hand, hug you, or.. Or kiss you.” He seemed nervous now, breath shaky. His fingers were still weakly pressed against your chin. “I would be willing to do it all, if you were the one I was with.”

His hands never left your skin, an arm wrapping around the small of your back to pull you in close, his warm breath mixing fanning across your face. His eyes flickered between your eyes and mouth, muttering something unintelligible before softly pressing his lips against yours.

You had been waiting, wanting this for so long, eyes fluttering shut and pressing your palms against his broad chest. Could he hear your heartbeat? You wondered, it was fluttering so loudly.

Egon invaded all your senses, the taste of the beer he nursed earlier on your tongue, the smell of his cologne, the softness of his lips and small calluses on his fingers against your skin.

The kiss deepened, a deep moan escaping from Egon’s throat. He had thought of this moment for just as long, if not longer than you. The first moment he laid eyes on you, applying for extra help, he knew he had lost his focus and resolve. He wasn't as smooth or charming as other men and therefore was quite hesitant about breaking the barrier of your friendship.

He snuck a guilty peek at you every time he came back for air, just to make sure this wasn’t another dream, or a hallucination. The way you gripped him tightly, your body fitting perfectly against his, it was as if for the first time in his life he didn’t feel shy.

You both separated, gasping for air, Egon pulling your head in to rest on his chest, petting it gently.

“Let me show you what it would be like to be my romantic companion. Let me try again. I will never make you feel unloved or unwanted, I promise.” He pressed another his to your forehead.

So yes, that night would go down in history as being one of the most embarrassing moments of your life, but in the years to follow, you wouldn’t change it for a thing.

#mod olivia #ghostbusters fanfic #ghostbusters imagines #ghostbusters x reader #ghostbusters imagine #ghostbusters #ghostbusters fanfiction #ghostbusters fanfics #egon spengler imagines #egon spengler imagine #egon spengler #egon spengler x reader #egon spengler fanfic #egon spengler fanfiction #egon spengler fanfictions #ghostbusters fanfictions #egon spengler fanfics

413 notes · View notes

muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

Text

Harry Styles x Barista!Reader.

Smut, pain kink and over-stimulation.

Mentions of past trauma and healing!

MASTERLIST, LETS TALK LOVIES!

Author's note: Your reblogs and appreciations means alot to me, token me a smile with your love.

His breath smells of strawberries and coffee, plushie lips dangerously close to her's making her half voracious gaze flicker between his lips and up at Tofu, kiss him kiss him you bloody fool, reeled in her head, "here lemme . . ." He notices her jitteriness fetching the birdy for her. She hiccups with a suck of breath when his knuckles brushed the inside of her palms while giving Tofu to her.

"Oi, Harry budge over you bugger!!" She hisses with sleepy voice but in return he squishes her more.

Y/N has a phobia for needles and Harry's her damsel in distress.

Something about bungalows not having stairs makes Y/N's cheeks puffs out in disappointing amazement. The fact she couldn't even climb at the rooftop when the summer sky's ornamented with cosmic stars twinkling with the each buzz of music from inside. She hiccups a giggle when the cool zephyr blew her frock away giving out a glimpse of her itty-bitties, glad no-one's in the diameter to have a show. The discernment falls to nothingness when she hears distinct rustle of someone behind the fat‐very-rooty-tree, it widens her eyes into saucers as she blinks comically.

It's not a squirrel she could tell. Couldn't be Ronny who went to take a wee cause all the darn washrooms inside were occupied and his bladder being the weakest, he went for a bush.

But, that bush's behind her and for a moment she forgot her friend even existed since she muted out his piss taking whistle a while ago.

All her frenzied assumptions fails when two figures camouflaged in the darkness tumbles from behind the tree. Her cheeks splashes with burning crimson when they separate with a loud, wet kissing noise and the two men doesn't seem any shy about it unlike Y/N who's foozling the frill of her dress as if she got caught in the middle of a fuck in public loo. Not that, it everrr happened with her, still she has an example set for such incidents.

"Oh, hi." The warble of unprevious voice wins in gaining her attention and she tries to squint through the pocosin of his eyes which glimmers under moonlight if she glances away too quick, she startles in her spot when a gruff voice speaks over them, "Ronny couldn't even occupy a shot of vodka in his bladder." She couldn't seem to flit her gaze away from his cherry of lips glistening from whatever activities they were having before (the only features she could see in such illumination) as the other guy and Ronny bantered off passing a cig in between them.

"Oi, shut up will ya." Ronny locks his arm with Y/N and she flinches that he hasn't even washed them yet, "c'mon truffles we don't wanna be here." He announces dragging her away and the humid air around them bubbled with chuckles.

"Huh." She quips all lost between the interaction and accidentally bumping into two beautiful men kissing eachother, she's totally jealous! Poor thing tries to jerk the mud from her toes and to have a last glimpse of the man with marble irirses.

"D'ya think I've a chance with that daddy-long- legs-one? Dunno, but he intimidates me so bad." Ronny whispers to her and she frowns sniffing with her already runny nose from being a bit tipsy, it's making her bouncy little by little and she knows the bevvys she had will have a full swing within the night, "why? He seems nice."

"His hotness truffles, it intimidates me." He scrapes his already chipped nail polish after washing his hands from the basin throwing towel at her face, she just sighs putting it back in the rack.

"How about you talk to him first." Parties has teeny perks of them and gigantic disadvantages 1) Ronny gets a school crush at every boy he looks at. 2) They get more sweaty, stinky, gluey and more wilder till the clock hits 4 am. Honestly, even if it wasn't for the free bevys she would have never stepped in.

"That's the hard part." They push people aside like stuffies getting cursed and groped in return.

"He's not gonna know himself, Ron, you dump-stick." Good she doesn't need to yell like before as the music has dimmed to a hum possibly about to shut down within minutes. Halting, beside some people crowded alongside the couch some sitting on it and their confused heads shots up at first at the sound of familiar vibrations.

The worst scenarios of someone having a bullet up in their hole and peeps around having a show passes for a mere sec in their heads, together, that's why they're friends since the first semester of UNI.

But, upon seeing what's the ruckus about Ronny shakes his head in utmost panic, "oh no . ." He tries to escape from her grip but she tugs him from collar, "Please Ronny, swear 'm ready to over come my fear! Nothing's gonna happen to me." They stand beside the guy sheepishly (like two elementary kids deciding who'll step inside the staff room first) a gun perched in his hand and Y/N realizes that he indeed's the same guy she met outside, this time she could see him properly and those hickorey of curls brushing the eternity of his popping clavicles.

His back to them but she could see the flex of his muscles from under the sheer black of his shirt with the each movement he does with his gun, she admits that he got prettier back than her.

"Ey Harry this's my friend Y/N and she wanna overcome her phobia of needles, be a damsel in distress pal." So, they know eachother. The whizz of gun stops midway and he dismisses the drunk dude under him tilting his chin to meet her eyes, and it was worth it as it took tiny gasp from her.

He's way beautiful than he was in the darkness.

Ronny was right. It daunts her a bit. The name Harry itself is some kind of royalty.

"Oh, hi there, again." He greets her with a warm smile and it glitter-glittery her insides, will you please not she scolds herself. It's probably the alchol her subconscious assures her but her nervousness from the idea of really doing this says otherwise.

"Have a seat, love." Oh holy goodness. He's as sober as judge and she at whole is miffed.

Harry isn't a popular senior. No. His charm's something that woos everyone and his name's always on the top list of invites, he avoids them though unless it's his closest friend. Him remaining to himself has casted a spell on everyone that his personality's intimidating and he's this sex god who has an only concern with fucking people.

He could be called a nerd from his grades everytime being higher than last semester but his attire and being a shining star of the Christmas tree gives it away.

Everyone likes him, ah-ah no everyone absolutely loves him. The thing's he has never felt the same in his twenty-one years of life and that's a fat bummer.

He just gives that "please stay away from me" aura, brows always sewn together and bottom lip jutted makes him appear rather passive aggressive to strangers (well the people who knows him loves him for being the most chill person walking around them).

Right now, he got a tat gun in his hand and everyone's getting a drunk tattoo for the remembrance of this stupid party or just that they've a kink for pain, possibly for humiliation too because what could a tattoo gotten in an unconscious state could bring you?

"Y'alright there?" He asks her and she bobs her head clamping her hands shut in her lap. The rainbow broch on his loafers intrigues her about his fashion senses, it makes her jealous she can't afford to have her own style, "Yeah!" She avoids to even give a spare glance to the gun in his hand because she knows the moment she'd, it will make her dizzy.

She feels bad for cliff hanging him to herself only but he doesn't seem to mind at all. Waits patiently for her to guard herself as Ronny pats her back like she's about to summo wrestle.

"Want me to start it?" He knows how bad it's for some people. Many times he had an encounter with weak hearted persons who got dragged into his parlour by their friends and ended up running away, "Can you give me a moment?" She lifts her head towards him and it makes his forehead knit into concerned lines.

The poor bug's giving a purple face as if she's about to throw up and her ears pink.

"Take all y'want, darlin'." His gentleness flows over her head, she thinks that the music has died or she has gone deaf, can't be neither, cause no-way that such a sweet call wouldn't make her toes all gooey.

"'M ready!" She puffs out a huge exhale moving her shaking wrist nearer to his grasp and he gives her a comforting look before wrapping his fingers one by one around her delicate wrist, skidding the stool he's been sitting on closer to her, "al'ight truffles 'ere we go — wouldn't hurt promise." He decides to stick with truffles since Ronny calls her with the nickname everytime he's at Harry's. Thought his blabbers of his friend were exaggerated coating of sugar but when she's sitting infront of him with those glinting eyes and soft flesh in which his lanky fingers seems to turn pudgy, he gets it why he calls her that.

He keeps on glancing up at her to see if she's okay — she has her hand placed atop Ronny's thigh while he distracts her with his "let's throw shade at mean bitches together" game and Harry just hovered the nib of it over her skin when she passed out but Ronny quickly placed his palm against her cheek to pull her back towards his shoulder.

"'M good . ." She comes back from it with a weak whsiper-y voice trying to straighten up but the instant her already blurry vision falls at the needle again making a line so small it isn't even visible she passes out again and this time Ronny seems unfazed talking to a girl beside him (trust the lad they've done it multiple times but the pain and fear of needles never let her have a single tattoo inked on her skin), leaving Harry to sweat over her.

Sighing he shuts down the machine putting it aside and presses the back of his hand against her forehead --- to be more appropriate, and when she remains as if in the land of nod completely knackered out and woolly in Ronny's arms he realizes that she has passed out for real.

"Truffles?" He doesn't get a response from her.

She puffers out her lips blowing raspberries gazing at the sunny sky from the clear glazed window of the shop, chin resting in the softness of her palm as the cosy hall of it emptied from the rush the time it striked noon. The start of her shift's always effete and warm with honey-bees buzzing over the pots of pastel flowers outside, but the evenings are most tiresome and she has to do the closing in a grumpy mood.

"Can you pass me the icing tube, forgot it under the counter shelf 'cos of that pain in ass customer." He's their regular. Has constant complaints that their tarts are too sugary and they need to thicken the formula for their lattes, Y/N just bobs her head at his tantrums finding a way to shoo him away with a promise of next time, "yeah uhh — " Gripping the edge of marble counter she squats down and giggles at herself as she looks funny with her knees making a tent of her ruffle frock.

The door-bell chimes indicating the presence of someone but she goes for her rampage knowing Cora's there to attend them and she was about to pull her head back when she hit it quite painfully against the upper shelf, "Ow!!" She squeaks rubbing the sore spot stabling herself while Cora chuckled taking the tube from her hand to go inside.

She never expected someone to occur at this hour, moreso, she never expected someone like him to pop out of nowhere at their shop. He just doesn't seem like a person to have a merry making at little cosy cafés all to himself, it's been driving her crazy, she cringes at herself everytime when the humiliation of passing out infront of him invades her thoughts.

Half of her heart wanted to see him again and other half was glad she never bumped in him — but seems like nature was evily against her.

"Oops hi!" When she couldn't fiddle with anything she adjusts her frilly apron and with her wrist brushes her loose tresses away which her bow failed to keep. He blinks for several times sipping in the consequence, though it gives her time to take in his appearance.

He's yet again, wearing a sheer shirt with white flower buds spiraling from his abs towards the broad of his chest displaying his inked skin underneath beautifully — it shimmers every time he shifts on his feet letting the sunlight fall on him. His curls tamed and silkier than before, he groomed himself too good it puts Y/N to shame for being a girl, a careless one.

"You work here?" He asks with a drawl as if he has a all the time to dedicate to her, "nope just broke in to do a fat robbery — wanna join?" He cackles, hard it quelled his tummy and it also made her smile blushy-ly that he didn't find her humour boring.

"Okie . . S' what you'll have?" Brassing the belly of his nose he clears his throat roaming his eyes to catch a perfect spot, "'s okay if'll be waitin' fo' someone there?" He points at the nook aligned with the fuchsia coloured book shelves, wooden pots hanging and embroidered throw pillows piled and some overflowing from the love seats.

"Totally!!" She chirps. The thought of him waiting for a date sinks summat a tiny globe of mud in her stomach and dunno why — She wishes she could've things that other people have without burning themselves in effort unlike her.

She watches him getting comfortable, scrutinising around with curious and adorable big peepers. He'd give her a shy smile everytime he'd catch her staring and she'd just shake her head treating her back to track, that he's on a date, but not with you.

She didn't forgot to ask him if he needs anything putting a glass of water at his coffee table without him requesting, it's perpetually hot and even her throat'd get dry after some minutes. He's been here for two hours and even though the weather cooled down spotting pearly drops of rain, perspiration still beaded at his forehead.

The bustle of on goers kept on dying and she feels bad for him, knowing the end of it, she's been there before many times. Even visualised it at this same shop far more she should thinking the world's kind enough to even let their date know with q single message.

Sensing his timorousness she paddles towards him getting a coconut cookie from the jar, onto the plate and sliding it in his line of vision. He seems flustered — everytime they've interacted she's the one to be not in one place and now he's ripping the threads of his tattered skinny jeans.

"You can munch on this cookie, if you want to!" He looks back and forth between the cookie and her, fuziness spreading in his chest glad at her kindness and enough trust in him to not to kick him out, "Thank you." He grabs it taking a bite and she giggles when in the single one he left no crumbs behind, his mouth's big, shut it already! and so pink so pulpy, oh my goodness I hate youuu!!

"'M sure your friend's on way, it's rainy, might —" He cuts her off with a dissapointed spurt of breath, "dunno." He sulks into sofa folding the corner of book's page.

"You still've an hour till the cáfe closes, don't loose hope!" She pats his shoulder and he gives her a weak smile doing that bunny scrunch of his nose, combing his already wrecked hair and thanks her for the next thousand time.

Harry had worst dates. This seems to top them. To be honest because of Y/N being here. What will she think? What if she thinks it's his fault? That he's a broken dummy who nobody wants to date? He wants to grumble and call his date to end things but he waits patiently as the sky turned lilacs of night.

Y/N feels remorseful and angry at the person who stood him up this pathetically. With a sad sigh she turns the closed sign to display outward silently looking at him while he's in his own trance, she disappears into the kitchen and Cora gives her a knowing eye.

"Not believing in love's my greatest descion up till far. It's impossibly hard out there." She retorts. Placing a hot chicken steak atop the alfredo pasta and sprinkles parsiman making it appetizing, "Tell him to better end things with a pig like them." She says in all seriousness handing the tray to Y/N.

He's there. Gazing outside with lips pressed into a thin line and he seems down with his loose errand of curls tucked into a man bun now, a perfect hairdo outta frustration "Harry." She keeps her voice low not to startle him gaining his attention.

"You didn't have to." He shakes his head and she made a noise un-recognized by him putting the tray on the table and moves the ottoman with her feet closer to him sitting on it, "let's be eachother's date for a day." She hands him a fork and he accepts gladly. His sulkiness wooshing away when she digs in taking a bite and smearing the sauce all over her lips.

"If you don't mind me asking, is it the same behind-the-tree guy?" He nods. She frowns spitting grumpily, "what a prat." With the help of knife she tears the steak equally sliding it to his side and he smiles boyishly sucking the corner of his lip inside.

"'M sorry, Harry." She squeezes his knee and it bundles up the air in his lungs, "'s okay truffles — glad you were there fo' a rescue."

"Y/N." She tells him forwarding her hand to shake and he slips his calloused ones to envelop her warmth. His cheeks turns pink when his stomach made noises of starvation, "you need to eat c'mon!" She nudges his elbow and he obliges.

After, filling their tummies satisfied and full she hands him a cuppa of latte with a foamy sleeping kitty floating over it she even made two eyes and the uwu kitty smile with the cocoa powder, "pardon me if it seems like I murdered the poor thing . . . 'm still learning from Cora." His giggles were absolutely amazed and gleeful.

"It looks so good, I don't feel like stirin' it." He pats the bum of steamed floffy kitty with the curve of his tea spoon and it makes her giggle some. Relishing onto strawberry pastries and crumpets oozed into butter, sipping onto their lattes, watching the sky turning dark with the rain while Cora left them hours ago to themselves.

She puts a velvet cloak around herself after closing the shop and Harry waits for her as she takes her bicycle, "Thank ye' Y/N. 'S kind of you." He stirs his gaze from his shoes to her face smiling brightly at her and she waves him off with blushy cheeks, they walk along under the shelters of sideways shops avoiding to get soaked while she holds the steering of her bicycle.

"You can lounge at my place, till the rain stops." When he shakes his head she quips turning into the street, "I insist." They stop infront of the old white sculptured building having two floors in total.

The first thing she does entering into her flat's greet Tofu (it's a Bush-tit a white furball with two curious tich button eyes) leaving Harry to get out of his shoes and slip into her house ones (they barely fits him -- making him chuckle at the size difference).

His eyes giving a beautiful glimmer under the glow of the yellow light as he looks around the space, it's simple, with a bedding on wooden floor, a circle shelf against the window lined up with green plants, a desk opposite to it and a golden standing cage of her pet bird.

"Hi bubba missed me much?" She opens the cage to let it out and the chonky white bird sits on her fingers happily, "Harry meet Tofu." His lips curve upward at the lil thing as he caress it's fluffy head.

"Tofu looks like a snowball." He muses with bambi eyes and she agrees with excitement, "Sometimes I wanna squish him, cause he's just too cute." His eyes widens comically laughing softly at her statement.

"Evil thought said out aloud with cuteness still remains evil, love." Tofu hoped over Harry's finger and he takes him towards his shoulder making it sit there but he has another plans, to rest his furry bum over Harry's head making both of them giggle, "c'mon now birdy time to fill your tummy." She tip-toes to catch him in her palms and knocks her nose with Harry's in the way.

"Make yourself home!" She announces going to feed her pet and Harry flops onto her bed quite comfortably with his sweny legs stretched wide over the floor. They watched episodes of 'Bridgeton' wounded under her blankets and she almost fell asleep when he offered her genuinely.

"I'll help ye' have a tattoo, tiny atleast."

"Means alot to me." She yawns pondering with lug brain whether to snuggle into him or not, she did anyways. In the morning she was woken up by cold sheets and beeps of messages from Harry that made her feel she endured wings of fairy and she's bathing in the glitter of happiness.

She stares at the shop infront of her in amazement. It's friday night. She winded up all her assignments and came to this place exactly how it was mentioned in the address, when she enters inside spare teens and a bulky man was waiting outside the office thing-y . . .? Y/N presumes — an assistant chewing loudly on her gum talking onto phone with someone in hushed bratty tone and when Y/N knocks at the counter her piercing stare startles her a bit.

"Yes?" How rude! Y/N thinks with a pouty lip at her striking tone and she clears her throat, "'m here to meet . . . Harry." The snarky assistant rolls her eyes dismissing Y/N quickly to move back to her lazying, "He's busy." Y/N picks her finger to interject murmuring something under her breath and strolls back to wait with everyone.

Sun sets outside shimmering evening pink inside the lobby and the door atlast opens making her head perk up, "pet?" He looks sternly to his assistant but she doesn't seem fazed.

"Harry." Y/N grins, "Fo' how long you've been here?" She feels good someone's caring for her even though it's just for the fact she waited some hours for him, "doesn't matter can 've a tour?" He nods and the bratty assistant eyes him furiously taking Y/N's hand to lead her.

Harry watches her with dimply smile when she babbles at the details of his working station, "do I sit here?" She asks excitedly and he shakes his head, "yes, you may." They scrutinise through his sketches of designs together and she squeezes his wrist.

"Harry you're so talented! Look at 'em." He never felt this flustered with the compliments before button nose scrunching adorably. She chooses a a small plain jamsine flower nothing more, nothing less watching collect things for the process, "it's one of me mama's favourite." He exclaims rather proud snapping the latex gloves round his wrist.

"Where d'ya want it?"

"Where it hurts less." She replies wiping the sweat away with her frock, "it's outer shoulder, yer arm, calves and arse — " His mischievous grin awfully stretchy and she she slaps his bicep playfully.

"Outer shoulder?" She tells him confused to herself. He agrees strolling his stool near to her as she turns her back to him; his fingertips twitches when he pushes her hair to the side.

"Can you uh . . mm." She groans trying to reach for the zipper of her frock and he smoothes down his erratic heartbeat muttering, "yeah sure." She digs her nails into the delicate flesh of her palms when his calloused cold knuckles brushed deliberately against her skin while skimming the zip down slowly. Her eyelids flutter like butterfly wings when he slides her sleeve down her arm revealing her shoulder and it's so supple that Harry had to come back from his reverie; lick his lips to moisture.

He applies the numbing cream and she hisses softly the leather of seat sticking to her calves, her nerves jumbles and body startles when Harry starts the gun without warning her.

He loops his arm around her waist atop her thigh massaging it assuringly — sure it did nothing but to make her core throb insatiably as his rasp melted in her ears, "you're okay puppy." She gulps saying no word feeling her body getting hot at the each stroke of his thumb over her waist line.

"Ah -- Harry." She gasps out of air grasping his hand tightly at the sting of pain. She's baffled at the reactions of her body, her panties getting wet and the displeasing constant pricking of needle quenching out noises she never thought she was able to give out. When she whines and squirms Harry presses her down with force shushing her, "bug just a mo' it's smaller and would be done in seconds." She kisses her teeth bobbing her head vigorously and Harry chuckles at her effort remaining polite.

"Done!" He announces pulling away to admire it and when he hears the lil sniffles he quickly leaves everything sitting infront of her on the seat, "darlin' don't like it when ye' cry." He wipes her tears away not even glancing at her exposed collarbones and the plump flesh of her tits barely covered with her arm.

Soft and squishy, soft and squishy, soft and squishyyyyy.

His mind screams but her whimpery voice distracts him, "'m just gleeful that I've a tattoo because of you." He wraps it up expertly and zips her dress back with ever gentleness, "happy tears then?" She giggles with a grateful nod.

"Want a hug?" He thinks she deserves one for being brave and nice against her fear, "cuddle me up." She murmurs with swollen eyes and peachy cheeks. Uff — it stirs his cock in his jeans arousing the need to be with her everytime.

He rests his chin mushily into the crook of her neck swarming his arms around her waist to squeeze her warmly and she snuggles against his throat, damp lips puckering against his adam apple making it bob.

He feels jammy to be able to have a moment like this with her.

"Chinese takeout?" He collects his sketch journals, his phone, fedora apparently, keys of his motorbike and a spare helmet for her, "Yes please!"

They ate the take out perched against his bike with the meadow vast laying feet aways from them, under the breezy sky they conversed and Harry already got a tender spot for her in his heart. He never reaches to a stage where he could get to know someone with this passion and Y/N isn't from someone who'd guard herself from him just because his father was in the bad business.

As the evening brisked with cool dew of summer grass Harry leaned into her more and more.

He finds her little things infatuating, her bonding with Tofu and her dire wish to make good bum steamed kitties on the lattes, she has an irrefutable love for floral dresses and her homely habbit is doing ribbon work.

She got to know that Harry owns the tattoo shop, teaches few blokes the skill of it in free hours. He'ad attended lots of parties raving ones and the boring ones of higher socials, never lets any stranger step inside his loft which's situated upstairs of his shop. His father does all the criminaly things, he's this master mind in doing the evil things for people from getting money out of their enemies yada yada and Harry despises him for it, moreso, that he left them. He doesn't want to be associated with him in any case — he's none like him, he's kind and soft-hearted like his mother.

Y/N loves his goofy side. The one that cracks jokes and puns -- makes her fall in love with him without her even trying.

Last and foremost he has the render love for sheer shirts — told her he has shimmery ones for the fancying off.

"S'm no stranger then." She quips beside his shoulder as Harry unlocked his home's door. He glances her timidly amicably hovering over her lips, "absolutely not, yeh me bezzy." He raises his fist and she bumps it giggling.

Y/N that night sleeping on his bed dreamt of them laying together into the pillows of growing daffodils of meadow, lining up the stars in the sky and tell each other what they made ----- galloping rabbit, a slipping cake and she'd laugh with ugly snorts when Harry tells her that he sees a massive dick.

His grin proud and mellow to make his bezzy laugh. She squeaks when he pulls her onto him but soon her dreamboat sinks as she stirs at the warmth swallowing her whole.

She startes from her blurrines at something trapping her down till she recognizes the familiarity of two mascular arms sewn around her waist and what the fuck?

Harry made a makeshift pallet on the floor and right now she's all over him, pressed tightly against his chest — her cheeks turns red with embarrassment from being this clumsy and falling over him in her sleep.

"Oi, Harry budge over you bugger!!" She hisses with sleepy voice but in return he squishes her more.

Taking her face out of his neck she admires the softness of his features when he's asleep and the dotting of beautiful moles, sighing a huge relaxed puff of breath and canoodles into him like an affection starved kitty.

It's another cool rainy day and Y/N keeps on swabbing the droplets of water off from her eyes with her elbow trying to paddle her bicycle. She was on her way to Harry's when the skies betrayed her. Standing on his doormat she soaks it completely waiting for him to answer the door, sad, that her gift was ruined too.

"Lovin' ye'll catch a cold – shit come inside." Concerned he ushers her inside his loft, halts in his tracks when she remains behind adoring a gruffy pout, "what is it?" He asks walking to her and cups her cheeks the instant.

"Embroidered ye' a shirt 's destroyed now." She raises it to show him and he stares it for good seconds before swiping her off the floor – hugging her to radiate the sentiment of endearment he carries for her in his heart. It bloats her cheeks pressed against his clavicles and her feet dangles as he sways them with a happy noise of favourite melody she's unfamiliar with, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." He kisses her temple and it lingers at the tip of his tongue.

I could kiss you right fuckin' now, pet.

"Harry you got wet too, dummy!!"

"Oops, guess we both have to change now."

Harry already set mixers for her on the luke points so that she wouldn't have to pull out her hair just to take a shower (his shower's quite complicated) leaves his shirt and boxers for her on his bedside, putting the lilac sheer shirt she embroidered for him in the dryer.

When she comes outside with trippy hair he already has two glasses of wine filled and windows closed to keep her warm.

She isn't a wine person. She was never able to afford it and it never settled with her tummy (she shares too much and feels bubbly with the rose coloured bevvy). Harry's gaze rakes from floor to her ankles snapping directly to her face and it's just snoggles his heart with fondness, seeing her drooled in one of his shirts.

"Need ya not to worry ye'r gift is good as before." He assures her and she flops onto the sofa beside him, "Thank you Y/N." He says genuinely and she waves him with small smile, "hush you."

They drink in silence, then soon it rośed their cheeks and noses making them giggly and floaty. A bottle gone in just a span of a time. She rumbles her lips stretching out, the twinkle of her belly showing and he does the same, eyeing him she slides down on the floor perching her elbow over the coffee table and YET AGAIN HE FOLLLOWS HER ACTIONS.

"Are you mimicking me?" She squints at him and he squints back, "are ye' mimickin' meh?" She smacks his bicep playfully and when he does the same though the force of it lighter than her's adoring mischievous grin making her squeal with chuckles, "Harry!"

He quips back in equal girlish pitch, "Harry!" blinking peepers up at her softly — to test her fates, the recipe of her drunken state and her heart bursting with affection for him she jests at him.

"I like you and might be falling in love with you." She says without holding back a breath and his eyes widen in an animated way chin slipping from his palm, "You what?" He's in utter shock. He has never come across the words she just said with so much delicacy and sincerity — it boggles him to an extent his tongue got tied.

"Say it back now, huh?" She smirks at him shaking from inside counting on to get rejected and ridiculed. Upset at herself more than him at his lack of response, clearing her throat she whispers.

"So — " But, her apology strucks in her throat when he pulls her to himslef with a gentle grip to her elbow. Grabs her jaw tenderly and with the ardent boldness smushes his lips against her's to seal his affinity for her in a kiss that's so soft it melts her inside. His hands brews at her sides and glides up to their destination, to cup her cheeks and deepen the kiss while billowing her in his lap comfortably. He devours the plumness of her lips, tracing the curve of her bottom one with his warm tongue and kisses the corner of her lips again and again making her puff out air from her nostrils.

He has kissed people and it was always to lead something to satisfy the cavity of loneliness, but this, this already feels like home sitting infront of the Autunm fire eating cookies and drinking milk. She feels like the mold he's meant to melt into and explore every ridge of it.

She doesn't not know what's filthier the string of spit that's connecting them or his raspberry lips that she could kiss and kiss for forever, he doesn't stop there pecks her several times with lil smooches, "You're really good at it." She winds her arms tight around the nape of his neck murmuring against him (she wants to make him feel appreciated), his cock chubbing up in his trousers and it lulls her head against his cheek upon feeling it. The thought of having him hard for her boasts the genitilty in herself and she kisses his smiling mouth.

"Wanna make ye' feel good." He presses his lips back against her's with more passion than before and tips her chin with his thumb to stamp lil pecks down her throat feeling his lips tingling to kiss her again, it's way better than he envisioned. Her softness could swallow him and the thought makes his hips stutter imagining his hard prick sucked inside her swelled up walls. His large calloused hands meander down her bottom taking the ripeness of it in a bunch of squeeze.

"On the bed." He pats her bum pinching it playfully and she squeaks obliging him giggles when she bounces over the bed. Him crawling behind her as lion ready to feast over a hare.

Leaning against the head of the bed he lays her between his wide spread legs, her back against his chest and their fronts facing the tall framed mirror infront of them.

"Comfy?" She bobs her head gulping cause no one has ever cared what'll be consuming for her and what not, "I want ye' to look in the mirror sweet girl, at us." He rasps in her ear stroking the hilt of her jaw in continuous circles and when she hums fluttering her eyelids, arching her back at the throb of her pussy and his dirtiness making her slick down to her bum he glides his thumb inside her mouth telling her to, "get 'em proper wet for me." She does coating his thumb with her saliva and flicking her tongue over it many time while he glazes his palms over her ribs, under the crescent of her tits shirt pulled to her collarbones.

She gags around his digit when he took her perky nipple in between his middle and index pulling it then kneads it with a kiss to her earlobe getting her out of his boxers telling her, "enough, pet." When she doesn't listen to him and kept on sucking thinking of his cock in her mouth he gruffs splitting her thighs apart and pressing the soles of her feet tightly against the mattress with his own ankles, "I said enough." Shushing her hungry kitten whimpers he trails his wet thumb down her fallen lip and chin, popping her shirt open and rims it around her areola, "s' soft wanna rub me cock between 'em tits." The shiver that hits her makes her squirm and Harry gives a chaste kiss to her open mouth putting his thumb at her entrance ready to play with her cunt.

"Your eyes open 'em fo' me, puppy." He ducks down to kiss her not letting her turn around himself so that her neck doesn't strain while caressing his fingers up and down in her slickness making soapy noises on purpose, when she finally looks in the mirror locking eyes with him as if he's holding the most precious gem in his arms — the sight turned her spine into a sharp arrow, "c - ca-can I've more?" She gasps squeezing his bicep pussy lips fluttering and her hole palpitates aching for him.

"My polite girl." He smiles awfully fonded at her and she nods licking her lips to speak, "'m good, good always." He pushes his two fingers inside her cunt and she moans with her whole will trying to sink herself to his knuckles nails digging into his shoulders, "I know ye'r." He assures her sliding them out and teasing her little pink asshole turning her into a whining mess.

She twitches around his fingers when he pumps them back along with her sticky wetness and fucks her with them, flickering her clit with his other hand and kneads the inside of her fleshy thigh. She gives out a gaspy moan of unbearable pleasure when his cock's stiffeness rubs between her asscheeks, "ye' feel it? S' fo' you, gonna stuff yeh full of me cock, fuck you nice n' warm and cum all over yer pussy. How you deserved to be fucked, is that okay?" She never expected him this much of a lewd talker — hell she didn't even expected him to step out of his conserved, rather shy demeanour, "yes, yes, yes." She visioned him as a curt dom, who's more into BDSM but he's warm and caring with her. Just in few second of them doing it he proved it how much he's loving to please her.

"Ah! 'm gonna cum . . . gonna —" His sweet vulgar words combined with him toying, rubbing and fingereing her already swollen pussy tips her to the edge she was desiring to get from him, "cum all over me fingers. Want it s' bad from ye darlin', to see you." He says in a tone that's on the verge of pleading but holds a commanding hint under it and with her bones all stiffing, her skin burning and heart buzzing she snaps into her own dreamy world gushing over his fingers with her juices.

"Oh . . Harry." She loudly mewls thrashing in his arms from the intensity of her orgasm and he holds her tight with his arms wrapped around her torso, kisses to the curve of her neck and exposed collarbones. He notices her stiring away from his hand due to sensitivity and takes out his fingers with a squelching popping noise that made her blink from her semblance. Her chest heaves as she watches him in the mirror licking her cum off his wrists with the tip of his pink tongue, "mhm tastes s' sweet." One by one he sucks his finger humming around them seductively spiking her insides yearing to be fucked by him, "just like you sweet puppy."

Gently laying her down he knees infront of her getting out of his flimsy shirt and Y/N admires the flounce of tattoos trailing from his pecks down his adorable love handles. Her gaze stops at the his happy trail leading down to where he's swelled up against his zipper and she hasn't seen someone so beautiful in her entire life, he shimmies his joggers down teasingly with a smirk and she whines hiccuping when his cock slaps against his lower abdomen making her eyes go wide.

"Oh my . . " She gasps at the gorgeous sight of his rock-hard cock between his supple thighs. He's beautifully big, satiny and a dot of shade lighter than his lips making his prick so kissable, would it even fit?? She could already imagine it stretching her out gracefully and stimulating her in ways her fingers could never, "you're so gorgeous button."

The shiny swollen tip, and the dollop of pre-come weeping down his slit alluring her to have him in her mouth but he strokes it not to waste it.

"What's the pout fo' darlin'?" He asks as she stares it making him all shy but he overcomes it persistent to make her feel good (she shared with him that she never knew what being cared feels like) he wanna gives her all lovin' as she did to him the day in cafe. Cups the nape of her neck to bring her for another kiss splitting his thumb into her hair and the moment is so vulnerable and saccharine as he snogs her to floatiness, "will make sure it fits — make you cum many times, baby." He flips her gently.

"On ye tummy fo' me, like an atta pup ye're." It knots her stomach into ropes and she jolts squealing softly into pillows when he smacked her peach watching it jiggle while tugging at his prick to coat it with his thick wetness.

He moans biting his lower lip lulling his head over his shoulders stroking the head of his cock between her asscheeks and round her entrance not pushing at once torching both of them, "you're so delicate wanna be slow with you." He whispers to her pressing his front against her shoulders while wrapping his hand around his shaft to push inside her.

"It's okay!" Her tiny squeaks rolls into a moan when the head of his cock settles inside her and when she twitches around it he cruffs a groan coaxing her sides, "shhh baby 's okay relax fo'me." Taking his hand away from around himself he places it atop her ass withdrawing and looking down to see her cunt glistening with his and her's wetness — then bottoming out deep inside her till his balls are snug against her bum. His stomach twists with pleasure at the warmth that blankets his cock completely making him hunch but he recoups with his arms pressed beside her temple.

The stretch that burns through her core's so pleasing and fulfilling. It hurts in a good way. She knows how patient and composed he's being for her, from the way he fattens tucked inside her walls and he slides his hand between her front and the sheets to caress her soft breasts moving with rough pace.

"Don't stop, please." She recites the mantra almost crushing his fingers with her grip around, it's alot, the constant rub of sheet against her clit and him driving inside her from behind with moans sexier than in erotic audio books. He draws loose circles over her mound making her thighs spread wider with the inability to hold them as he pinched her clit coercion her sensitive button, "oh my god . ." With the whimpers of his name she squirts around his cock and it makes her throw her hips at him.

When he pulls out to turn her on back she whines with a frown, heaving chest and coral cheeks looking totally fucked already, "wanna see ye'r face when you come . . . s' beautiful." He hisses hauling her legs around his waist lowering himself down to enter her with lil smooches to her cheeks, "cum again fo' me baby — yeah just like that squeeze on meh." He pounds her over and over grinding his pelvis against her's to stimulate her in every way.

Feeling the heat crackling in her bones and tummy she takes him by shoulders to cuddle him closer to her chest raising her hips to meet his's, a crying mess, with glossiness twinkling at the corners of her eyes as she comes with euphoria dawning upon her and Harry works her up again.

"Once more, love, i know you've one more fo' me." He gives out a purry groan biting her throat and the valley of her chest, snuggling against it with kisses — when she shakes her head through around him he lines up his nose against her nose petal–ling his lips over her's, "yes you could puppy my sweet — " His eyelids bolting shut at the built of up of his own release and the moment she cums with his cock now he shoots his thick spurt deep inside her.

"This's what it only took fo' you? Callin' ye mere sweet names." He fucks her through it and Y/N admits that he went with his promise --- fucked her like she had never before, they remain like that for some time catching their breaths and then he pulls out of her gently and pumps himself to empty his load shooting it over her pussy and abdomen, "you came so much." She says completely baffled and he steals a chaste kiss from her looking at the white ribbons sticking to her skin.

"Just for you, babyhun."

He tells her not to move and whisks away coming back with a pack of baby wipes. Her hearts swirls with so much fondness for him when he pats the wipes between his palms to get them less cold and shushes her with pecks when she hisses with sensitivity.

They take another shower, this time together and it's not sexual at all though alot of tired poofy kisses and cute yawns were included as they gave eachother shampoo massages and she'd cooe everytime untangling his long hickorey curl.

They changed the sheets (unapologetically very clumsily) and he fetches a glass of water for her making it drink her.

When they were cuddled awfully good he lifts his head up from it was nuzzled between her titties. His accent drawly and slippery from tiredness, "Y/N." He checks if she's asleep and she hums in response starting to play with his hair lazily.

"That day when me date didn't show up?" Witha half heart she hums again, she doesn't like to talk bout that day, because the hopelessness that conquered him that evening still makes her sad.

"I was glad ye' were there 'n 'm so so so thankful that he didn't show up. Else we wouldn't be here in eachother's embrace 'n me heart still'd been mournful to sleep in cold sheets waiting fo' me person." It's the most he has talked in his soberness. It wells up tears in both of their eyes.

"You're my person." She cradles his face hating it that he was kept so love starved his entire life and she gazes him dearly, sweetly, affectionately all the words that could describe love for someone spilling out of the chambers of heart.

"I want to love you so much, pet, make you me most treasured human hershey."

"I'm in, cuddle me up." He grins smauching a loud kiss to her lips and cosying back to his previous spot purring like a kitten thrown into heaps of fluffy blankets.

#HARRY STYLES SMUT #harry styles smut #harry styles #harry smut #harry x y/n #harry styles blurb #cute harry #hsh #fluff #harry angst #harry styles fanfiction #dom harry #HARRY WRITINGGGG

310 notes · View notes