#ALL HE WANTED WAS LOVE AND ACCEPTANCE GODDAMMIT !!!!!!!!!!!!

[gotmyass2marz]

daily 3am Getting Emotional About Characters session

[pedropascallme]

Hi love . I have an idea for pedro ×reader

They had a big fight and they don't talk . When they go to sleep , pedro hugs the reader in bed and apologize . ( loving and romantic)

AN: I hope this is to your liking!!

You didn’t even remember what you were fighting about, but you knew that you were right, and he was wrong. 

It was the middle of January, bitterly cold and dry outside. You had started arguing with Pedro as soon as you had woken up, admittedly in a bad mood for no reason and just looking for something to be mad at. He had left the sliding glass door in the main room of the house slightly open—just by an inch, if even—and a chill had crept throughout the house. The chill had made you feel wilted and grumpy, padding through the house slamming doors and cabinets while Pedro seemed completely ignorant of his misstep. It had been just that; a misstep, a complete accident on his part as he had rushed to crawl into bed with you after a late-night cigarette in the backyard. But it was the perfect opportunity to vent all the built-up anger in your system.

You hadn’t really meant to lash out at him, but you were frustrated and melancholy, and what else could you do in your moment of randomly induced irritation? He had asked what was wrong and you snapped back at him to “go away,” to “leave me alone, goddammit.” You seethed and moped for the rest of the day, huddling in the comfort of your bed while Pedro, not wanting to push and respecting the boundary you had set in your frenzied moment of outrage, found things to do around the house in order to stay out of your way.

When night had fallen and you had realized you had spent the whole day isolated in the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, you felt a pang of guilt, followed by one of hunger. You tried to make your way out of your room and into the kitchen, but the regret of having been so randomly cruel to Pedro earlier in the day grew, and all you could do was sit on the floor and continue wallowing in self-pity. 

The door opened slowly, and the creak of the wood reminded you that the hinges needed to be fixed. Pedro strode in holding a bag of takeout and set it down on the floor beside you before sitting to face you on the bedroom floor. You were both quiet as he placed a hand on your knee.

“Querida,” he whispered, “what’s wrong?”

You looked at him through the tears that swelled in your eye, trying to put words to feelings. “I’m sorry. For, for yelling at you this morning.”

“Baby…”

“And for walling myself in all day and not telling you why I was mad and not apologizing sooner and—” He cut off your rambling by sliding himself closer to you and dropping a kiss on your head. He had himself hunched over you, knees on the hard wood and you knew he would feel it in the morning.

“Apology accepted.”

“But you don’t even know why I was mad.” You sniffed and wrapped your arms around his.

“So tell me.”

“You left the door open. The sliding door, it was open this morning, and it was cold. And I woke up angry and that made me madder.” You leaned your weight into him, and he lifted you up and onto the bed, letting you fully curl into him.

“I’m sorry I left the door open,” he put his palm over your cheek, “I’m sorry, baby, I am.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.”

“I am. I promise I’ll make sure it’s closed next time. I’ll lock it, even.” He wrapped himself around you, and you felt genuinely warm for the first time all day.

“I promise I’ll talk to you next time I get pissed off for no reason.” You mumbled into him.

“Look at us, problem solvers!” He chuckled, and you felt the vibrations through your cheek where it was lying on his chest. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. 

“I got you dinner.” He sat up and reached for the bag of takeout, gently dropping it on the bed.

“You didn’t have to.”

“You haven’t eaten all day.”

“I could’ve made myself something.”

“Too late.” He tore the bag open and took everything out, handing you a fork and a container. You propped yourself up on the pillows at the head of the bed and Pedro followed suit, reaching an arm over your shoulders and letting you lean on it. You moved in closer to him, relishing in the proximity. 

“How was your day?” You asked between mouthfuls.

“Well, my girlfriend yelled at me—” He laughed and you nuzzled your face into his neck. 

[doumadono]

Hii!! I wanna send an emergency request and I'm sorry if it's too much or anything but a week ago it was my birthday and the exact same day my grandma passed away. My grandma is one of the people dearest and close to me so losing her,especially on my birthday, It hurts alot. My birthday wasn't happy that day, usually my grandma would bake me a cake and my favorite foods that would always bring me joy and now it's gone, she's gone and I can't do anything about it but accept. I was wondering if you could do Katsuki comforting gn!reader? I really appreciate if you do. 💕

"Lean on me" - Bakugo x gn!Reader

A/N: I’m so so sorry for your loss. Your grandma sounds like an incredible person who brought so much joy to your life. It’s okay to grieve and miss her deeply. Hold on to those cherished memories and allow yourself to feel all the emotions

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST - PART 2

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, casting the dorm room in a gentle twilight. The only sound was the soft rustling of pages turning as you sat curled up on the sofa, trying to distract yourself with a book. Yet, the words blurred together, your mind too occupied with the heavy weight of grief to focus.

Your birthday had always been a day of joy, a day filled with laughter, homemade cakes, and your grandma's warm embrace. But this year, the day had taken a cruel turn. The news of her passing still echoed in your mind, a constant reminder of the irreplaceable loss you had suffered.

A gentle knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts. Before you could respond, the door creaked open, and Katsuki Bakugo, your classmate, walked in. "Hey, nerd," he said, his voice gruff yet unusually gentle. "Mind if I join you?"

You nodded, managing a small, grateful smile as he settled beside you.

For a moment, the two of you sat in silence, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

"I know today was supposed to be different," Katsuki began, his voice low and steady. "And I know it hurts like hell. Losing someone you love, especially like this... It's not something you just get over, goddammit."

You glanced up at him, surprised by the depth of understanding in his words.

Katsuki had always been tough, sometimes even abrasive, but in this moment, he was showing a side of himself you rarely saw.

"I don't have any magic words to make it better," he continued, his eyes meeting yours. "But I can tell you this - it's okay to feel like crap. It's okay to miss her, to cry, to be angry. You're allowed to feel everything you're feeling."

A tear rolled down your cheek, and Katsuki reached out, brushing it away with surprising gentleness. "She loved you. And she wouldn't want you to be alone right now."

You nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat, and more tears streamed down your flushed cheeks.

"Remember the good times," your friend said softly. "The way she smiled, the way she made you laugh. Keep those memories close. They don't replace her, but they can help you carry on."

His words were like a balm to your aching heart. You leaned into him, finding solace in his warmth and strength while you choked yourself on your own tears. "It's not fair!"

Katsuki wrapped an arm around you, holding you close as you let the tears flow freely. "I know, Y/N. But I'm here for you," he murmured. "Not just today, but every goddamn day. Whatever you need, whenever you need it. Just tell me, yeah?"

For a while, you simply sat there, finding comfort in Katsuki's steady presence. The pain of your loss was still there, a deep, aching void, but his support made it a little more bearable.

Eventually, the tears subsided, leaving you feeling exhausted but a little lighter. You looked up at Katsuki, offering him a small, grateful smile. "Thanks," you whispered. "I just hope I'll be able to... You know... To go through this."

"You're strong, and you'll get through this, no doubt here. And I'll be right here with you, little nerd. And you can always lean on me."

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Honestly I think the Despair Side of DR3 would be infinitely more cohesive and meaningful and actually have a reason to exist if we spent like 99% of it in the reserve course, make the plot not how the goodbye despair cast falls into despair, but to make the tragedy of the reserves hit 20x harder. Fully flesh out Natsumi Sato and Hajime, but also introduce new Reserves, learn the class dynamic, learn more about what the reserve course demands, and give us only glimpses of the golden main course, make us want to reach out and do anything to get there as well, make us know what happens but want Hajime to accept the Izuru Project because it gets us closer to what we want, the talented, the elites, our favorite characters.

Have the plot be utterly chained to the mundane cruelty but make that it in itself the greatest cruelty because of how inescapable it was, make the Reserve building truly something of despair from the absurd banality of it all. Show us their bitterness, exhaustion, their pain, have them enviously seethe in rumors about the main course about how they dont have homework and they dont have to take classes, about how they get gourmet lunches while they have to bring lunches from home, how they shelter criminals and then treat them like they're the true criminals.

Then make Chiaki and Hajime's friendship being the One escape from it, especially as more and more of his peers succumb, the nice boy who shares his lunch is said to have been driven into debt. The loving couple split apart because one of them didn't score high enough on a grade and got expelled. The guards put the boy that sits in front of him in a hospital because he got lost and entered into a main course area and argued back about his right to be there. The class president gets withdrawn and mean after a tongue lashing for trying to do something kind and help. The only true anchor Hajime gets that doesn't get ripped away just a bit later is Chiaki as the Reserve Course is by design completely and utterly unstable, which further cements that need to get out. Chiaki is his one anchor he gets left with as everyone else says he doesn't deserve any anchor at all.

I just think the impact of The Parade and then mass suicide would be better if instead of just faceless blue people, they all had designs, personalities, quirks, if we got to understand and care for them as people, the Most Tragic Event never happens without the Reserve Course, they should be some of the most important characters, but they're mostly forgotten despite it being their riot and their protest and their suicide that fuels EVERYTHING, they should have been what got expanded on, and I know I talk endlessly about the untalented plight in this series but goddammit it's interesting! Give me more reserve course characters! Expand on the catalyst to the entire plot! Expand on your critique on how the school system handles people!

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Double trouble: fun little au about hot sex and cute spats between König and his younger self

My terrible diseased brain: I wonder how young König felt when he realized his older self has a wife. Did he feel relief? That there is a light at the end of the tunnel, that there is someone who will love him, flaws and scars and all? Did he feel bitter that he doesn’t get that love until he’s older, more tired? Did Colonel König ever think about the fact that his wife would even have loved him as the young, stupid asshole he used to be? Do you think that the recuit and the colonel ever have a quiet moment of just existing next to each other, having a mutual realization that he was worthy of love all along?

Me: good grief

Bucca my sister in crime!! Ily 🩷🩷🩷

I'm sorry that you had to wait so long and on top of everything, all I have for you is angst 😭❤️‍🩹❤️

Young König is surprised (to say the least) when he sees his older self as a married man. He’s stunned to see he’s even alive. He thought he would die before reaching his 30s, in a way he had aspired to be dead before growing too old: that was the goal goddammit.

Who would want to live long enough to see how they turn even more lonely, fucked up and cold?

So his whole worldview is in turmoil now. This is what happens instead? He grows old and happy and gets to marry this hot chick? He gets to be a colonel?? He gets to be loved???

Young König is in love with reader too before even a month has passed, he’s torn between wanting her all to himself and settling for the bone he’s given. Even if he’s a horny menace full of red flags, he adores her. In a way I think he’s the most tragic character in this love triangle/polycule because he seems to be ok with it and has this nonchalant ‘no strings attached’ attitude while clearly, he’s madly in love (and needs therapy).

The attempted mating procedure of young König goes something like this: he sees a hot girl -> he opens his mouth -> she leaves. So now that he is the one who was approached, the dynamic is a bit different. The presence of Colonel means that his bad behaviour flares up like a bad old wound that’s poked. The saddest thing is that the older version has learned to love himself, he loves his wife boundlessly, he even loves his silly young self.

I mean what else can he do but love this beaten dog who’s trying his best and is still a mess?

Colonel’s secret hope is that he could somehow help the young pup to reach destination self-acceptance a little faster through this experiment. But like all of König’s tries to help himself and others, it backfires a bit…

Because young König doesn’t fool himself for one second with daydreams of love. He knows reader doesn’t love him like she loves the Colonel: he’s just a fucktoy in this sick scenario. So no, he isn’t mature enough to co-exist with his older self without bringing good old competition in. Reader can tell him she loves him all she wants, he’s not going to fall for that. Her and Colonel’s love life and marriage only remind him of what he doesn't have, what he can’t get. It’s just scraps for him, like always.

(When will it be his turn???)

[chefkids]

Have you considered making a list of all the predictions/possibilities and then checking off which are right?

Some of these are serious and some of these are not so serious

Tina goes full Mom on Sydney

We see flashback of Tina being a mom and starting off at The Beef

Mikey trying to set shit on fire

Richie flashback to Tiff leaving him because he's spending so much time trying to take care of Mikey

Richie accepts that it's over with Tiff

The staff hates Carmy, loves Syd

Richie plans on quitting but is convinced not to

Sydney gets sick/burnout and is forced to take time off

Carmy is put on time out for being insane

Nat, Tina and Richie threaten Carmy about how he's acting and how Sydney will leave him

Carmy meets Emmanuel

Syd meets Donna

Carmy helps Syd move to her apartment

Sydney throws up on Carmy

Sydney avoids signing the partnership agreement

Syd gets him to write up a new partnership agreement in her terms at the end of the season

Sydney calls out the I'm sorry sign for being useless

Carmy draws something specifically for Sydney, not just using the menu planning as an excuse

Carmy makes an overtly romantic move on Sydney

Nat, Tina, and Richie makes comments about the nature of Syd and Carmy’s relationship

Nat asks Carmy why he’s actually doing all of this when he had said “Fuck stars” and why he’s doing all of this for Syd and he finally opens up about his feelings to her

Carmy cooks for Sydney

Syd and Carmy table scene part 2 things go bad and she turns Carmy down

Big sydcarmy fight happens about her leaving and he basically says "I can't do this without you" and she says "Well I can, I did do it without you"

Sydney is offered a job somewhere else, tells Carmy she’s going to take it, but doesn’t in the end

Carmy tries to shut down The Bear cause he doesn't want to do it without Syd

Sydney has a feelings realization moment like Carmy did with the panic attack

Carmy tells Syd "I love you" while apologizing

Sydcarmy kiss goddammit!!! It's time!!!

They receive bad reviews that send Syd and Carmy in a spiral

Marcus receives some sort of high praise or award

Carmy gets credited for Syd's dish, rivalry/jealousy conflicts for how he's getting recognition and she's not

Power outage at the restaurant again

Carmy/Syd starts a fire at The Bear, probably Carmy sleep cooking

Carmy hallucinations/sleepwalking nightmares while cooking

Carmy ingests hallucinogenic mushrooms, accidentally

Sydney stabs Carmy

Someone yells at Sydney and then something awful happens to them #sydkarma

Carmy has a dream about Syd

Carmy's old Chef actually comes to The Bear

The Bear Cookbook offer

Natalie is mad at Donna because she thinks she didn't show up to F&F night

Ebra's sandwich window is popping off

OG neighborhood locals hate on the restaurant and try to sabotage it

Marcus makes a new donut

Marcus handles grief pretty well actually, meanwhile Syd and Carmy respiral with their own mommy issues/death grief

Carmy becomes paranoid about every guy after he finds out Marcus ask Sydney out

Luca offers Marcus a job

Carmy avoids going into the walk in for a while

Richie/Fak try to secretly set Carmy and Claire up in a “chance encounter” so he’ll see her again

Claire tries to get back with Carmy because Fak tells her that he loves her

Carmy turns down Claire and tells her he was not in love with her

The extended Faks try to beat up Carmy

Claire connects the dots between Syd and Carmy

Fak realizes Carmy likes Syd and is completely shook

Pete tells them they have a very very small chance of meeting Jimmy's payment deadline

Donna apologizes to Nat and Carmy

Donna gives them the money to save The Bear. Sells her house?

Chris Storer is forced to respond to his crimes

[kikyoupdates]

Heartbreaker ⭑˚💔⭑ 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑙

bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, isekai, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

You awaken one day with virtually no memories. The only thing guiding you is some strange system that likes to dictate your every move, and for some reason, it insists that you make certain people fall in love with you. Desperate for answers, you decide to go along with its demands. After all, how hard can it be?

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“How do you know my name?” the man asked.  

“Uh...”  

Quite frankly, you had no clue. The name had just come to you all of a sudden. It just felt right for some reason, which further confirmed your suspicions that you knew these familiar-looking people, even though they clearly didn’t know you.  

Had their memories been erased somehow? Was your entire existence something that had been wiped clean off the face of the planet? But that just wouldn’t make sense. You didn’t understand how such a thing could be possible.  

Either way, Aizawa looked incredibly suspicious of you, and considering some random stranger had just said his name unprompted, you couldn’t blame him.  

Shit. I have to play this off. He probably already thinks I’m a total weirdo. 

“I-I was right?” you stammered. “My bad. I just kind of felt that you looked like an Aizawa, you know what I mean? It’s kind of cool that I guessed it right on the first try... haha.”  

Goddammit. You really needed to get a better hang on this whole lying thing.  

Aizawa clearly wasn’t convinced. “Uh-huh,” he said, further narrowing his eyes at you. “Well, I guess you really did get lucky. I know for a fact I’ve never seen you in my life, and I don’t give out my personal information that easily. Unless there’s something you’re not telling me?”  

That’s what you wanted to know. Everything was just so fucking confusing. It was making your head hurt.

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly. “I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable.”  

Aizawa sighed. “I never said that. Anyways, it’s not good to be sitting so close to the road like that. You could get hit by a car.” He leaned forward and offered you his hand, which you gratefully accepted—although not before wiping your tears away and sniffling a few times.  

Once you were back on your feet, Aizawa spent a few more moments studying you. He looked like he was searching for words of comfort, but wasn’t exactly sure what to say, or how. Something told you that despite his weary-looking eyes and overall aloof demeanor, he was a lot more compassionate than he let on.  

“Are you going to be okay?” he finally asked. “It’s important to be aware of your surroundings. I’m not sure what you’re dealing with, but safety comes first. Don’t wander too close to the road again. You could get seriously hurt.”  

It wasn’t much. Just a few simple words of encouragement from a well-intentioned stranger. But the fact that you’d been pushed around so much already—by people like Katsuki and also the system itself—made Aizawa’s words infinitely more meaningful.  

Seeing that someone actually cared about you was like a breath of fresh air.  

“Thank you. I really appreciate that,” you said, with a grin that stretched out wide.  

Aizawa frowned. “Weird kid. I didn’t say much. Make sure to stay out of trouble. And whatever’s going on... it’ll get better soon. Just don’t give up.”  

Right. Don’t give up. 

You could do that. There was nothing you could gain from wallowing in self-pity and giving in to your anxiety. If you didn’t put in the effort, it went without saying that nothing would ever change.  

Although you wished you hadn’t had a breakdown and cried in the first place, you were grateful to have spoken to someone as kind as Aizawa.  

He gave you a curt nod then continued on his way, occasionally sipping at his own coffee. You assumed he must have just come out of the same shop as you. Perhaps there was a silver lining to having accidentally burned your tongue after all.  

“All these people I keep running into look awfully familiar,” you mumbled. “Do you happen to know why that is?”  

[“𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.”] 

That sounded like bullshit if you’d ever heard it. As expected, there was a ton of information they were withholding from you. Fine, then. If this was the game they wanted to play, you would just have to uncover your memories piece by piece. Not like they were much help to begin with.  

[“𝐇𝐮𝐡? 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?”] 

“To get another cup of coffee,” you gritted out. “I’m gonna need it.”

Slowly but surely, your house was coming together. Granted, your furniture left a lot to be desired at the moment, and you doubted your interior design skills were going to be featured in a magazine or anything like that, but it was still progress. With your current abilities, you could craft no more than one object per day. It had taken several days of consistent effort, but your home was finally starting to look like, well... an actual home.  

“It finally looks livable,” you remarked. “And I guess it’s nice to be able to say that I made this all by hand. Well, technically speaking.”  

[“𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞��𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.”] 

You strained a smile. It was ironic, because most teenagers often went on and on about how their parents were so annoying and they couldn’t wait to be able to live on their own. To you, there was almost nothing worse than complete solitude. Humans were social creatures, after all. It wasn’t good for anyone’s mental stability to be all alone for extended periods of time.  

You really wished you had a family to come home to.  

Thankfully, you managed to reel in your thoughts before they became too depressing. Instead of dwelling on the negatives, you busied yourself with cleaning up around the house, sorting through and organizing things, and watching funny videos on your phone.  

Then, you heard a familiar notification.  

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:  

[𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.] 

[+𝟏𝟎 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.] 

[𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝟔𝟎/𝟐𝟎𝟎]

Your brows lifted. Huh. It looked like it was even possible for love points to go up or down regardless of any direct interactions. Since Izuku’s points had increased, you imagined he had to be thinking positive things, especially since you were already friends.  

As if echoing your thoughts, your phone suddenly buzzed.  

Aw.  

It was cute that he’d messaged you immediately after you’d popped into his mind. You liked Izuku, so hearing from him was always a treat. Especially now that he was striking up a conversation himself.  

As far as having a nice day, well... you decided not to mention the fact that you’d had a meltdown right outside a coffee shop.  

[𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.]

[+𝟏𝟎 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.]

Since you lived in the neighborhood, it didn’t take long to get there. A part of you was worried about running into Katsuki and his goons again, but thankfully, it didn’t look like they were around today.  

“[Name]!” Izuku beamed, waving at you from afar. “Hey! Over here!”  

Goodness. He really was a cinnamon roll. Shame on Katsuki for bullying such a kind spirit.  

You returned his smile with one of your own, promptly walking over to his side. “Hi, Izuku. It’s nice to see you again. I hope you don’t mind meeting here. We could do something different next time, but I didn’t really have any other ideas off the top of my head. I’ll make sure to plan things better in the future.”  

“O-Oh.” His cheeks flushed a deep crimson. “Next time, as in... you want to meet with me more from now on?”  

“Of course. We’re friends, aren’t we? That’s what friends do.”  

He suddenly looked a bit sheepish. “Right. That’s true. I guess a part of me was just worried you might have changed your mind. But I guess you wouldn’t have even come here if that was the case. I’m sorry for asking a silly question.”  

“It’s not silly at all,” you reassured. You gently patted his shoulder, softening your gaze as you smiled. “I know there’s probably still a lot we don’t know about each other, but I really enjoy spending time with you. It’s kind of hard to explain properly, but... you make me feel safe. Comfortable. It's a good feeling.” 

And that was the whole, unfiltered truth. Despite the mystery and heartache surrounding your troubling situation, if nothing else, you were thankful that the system wanted you to get close to Izuku. He was a good person. The kind of person you would’ve willingly befriended regardless of the system’s demands.  

Perhaps what you were saying sounded a touch cheesy, based on the violent flush that erupted across Izuku’s freckled cheeks. He looked even more embarrassed than usual, and that was saying something.  

“T-Thank you,” he said, shyly avoiding making eye contact with you. “I feel the same way. I can’t remember the last time I spoke to someone so comfortably and honestly. H-Hopefully that doesn’t make me sound too lame, but... yeah. Thanks again.” 

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:

[𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.]

[+𝟐𝟎 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.]

[𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝟗𝟎/𝟐𝟎𝟎]

While it was comforting to know that Izuku thought so highly of you, it was annoying constantly having to see all the little pop-ups. You knew it was the system’s way of gauging your progress, but you wanted to enjoy your time with Izuku without knowing his innermost thoughts and just focusing on what you saw in front of your eyes.  

If only there was a way to turn off these notifications for a while... that would be so nice.  

Ah. Actually, what’s that button over there? I never noticed it before, but it almost looks like— 

A mute function. The system actually had something like this? It was exactly what you’d been hoping for. Granted, you wouldn’t be able to track your progress while you chatted with Izuku, but you felt confident enough in your friendship at this point that things wouldn’t go awry.  

Most importantly, you wanted to treat him with as much respect as possible. You could only imagine how shitty he would feel if he ever found out you had nearly constant access to his thoughts and feelings.  

Before you could tap on the projection, you heard a ping.  

[“𝐇𝐞𝐲. 𝐖𝐡𝐲’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧? 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨? 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲—”]

Too late. You’d already muted them, and you had to admit that it felt really, really good.  

So much so, in fact, that you could hardly contain your smile.  

“[Name]?” Izuku blinked. “Um... did I say something funny?”  

You shook your head. “Nope. I’m just happy to be here. Don’t mind me. By the way, what’s that notebook you have there? Are those the hero analysis notes you mentioned last time?”  

“Yeah! I was hoping I could show some of them to you today. I-If you don’t mind, that is.”  

“Of course not,” you grinned, resting your chin on the back of your hand. “Go right ahead. I’m ready to learn.”  

Izuku nodded enthusiastically, and for a while, it was just the two of you. Even though you knew the system was watching, you allowed yourself to pretend like they didn’t exist.

[“𝐒𝐨, 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫?”] 

You exhaled tiredly. It was so nice when they weren’t spamming you with impatient notifications. Thanks to that, you’d managed to fully enjoy the time you’d spent with Izuku. When you checked at the end, it didn’t look like the total love points had gone up or down anyways, so it wouldn’t have made much of a difference in the moment, but the simple fact that you’d intentionally shut them out was already plenty empowering.  

“If you hate it so much, I’m surprised you even implemented a mute function,” you remarked, hands buried into your pockets while you walked home.  

There was a noticeable pause before the system replied.  

[“𝐈𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥. 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝.”] 

Well, now that was surprising. So, there were certain things that even the system couldn’t control. That could only mean that the system hadn’t created itself. But if they hadn’t just manifested on their own and they didn’t have a hundred percent autonomy, then that begged the question:  

What exactly was the system, and who had granted them their abilities?  

Naturally, you couldn’t solve this mystery just quite yet, but it made you feel a bit hopeful. Perhaps there were other things that the system couldn’t do. They weren’t without their weaknesses, and that alone was enough of a reason for you to keep trying to break free of their control.  

You did worry that they might punish you for having muted them, but considering you’d just been using a feature that was provided for you, it seemed rather unfair.  

Then again, when had they ever been fair?  

“Please don’t put me back in there,” you said. It was barely a whisper, but you knew they heard you all the same. “I just wanted to focus on my conversation with Izuku. The constant notifications get distracting after a while. I promise I won’t use the mute function often, but sometimes I just need to be fully present in the moment.”  

[“𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐀𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠-𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞.”] 

Alright. So, they weren’t completely unreasonable. Just mostly.  

[“𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨��𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬.”] 

You arched your brows. “People? What people?”  

[“𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐝𝐝-𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.”] 

What the fuck?!  

“That sounds highly illegal!” you protested. “What if—what happens when we get caught?”  

[“𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟. 𝐎𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”]

All of this was incredibly concerning, but you knew that whatever protests you offered up would be immediately brushed off. It wasn’t as if you had any other means of getting into a school. Not until you uncovered some of your memories and figured out what had happened to your real family, at the very least.  

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Okay. I’ll trust that you did a thorough job and that we won’t get in trouble. So, which school am I going to?”  

[“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐮𝐧.”] 

Somehow, you doubted that. 

You had to admit that you were pretty nervous. Today would mark the debut of your middle school career. Well, as far as you could remember, at least. You knew that it was bound to take a bit of time adjusting to the new environment, but the fact that Izuku would be with you was comforting. Since you were the same age, the system had made sure that you were placed in the same class as him. Even though everyone else would be a stranger, you took solace in the fact that there would at least be one friendly face.  

Currently, you were waiting outside the classroom, anxious to step inside and introduce yourself. You hadn’t really thought things through. What if they asked you what your hobbies were? What sort of places you liked to frequent, or what your favorite food was? All of those questions may as well have been unsolvable riddles to you, because as incredibly sad as it was, you knew next to nothing about yourself.  

[“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫? 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.”] 

As much as it pained you to admit, they were right. Compared to everything you’d endured so far, introducing yourself to a class of middle schoolers was a piece of cake. There was really no need to get so agitated.  

“Okay,” you huffed, patting down your uniform one last time. “I’m ready.”  

You slid the door open, plastered on the friendliest smile you were capable of, then walked to the front of the class.  

“Ah, there she is,” the teacher hummed. “Everyone, please say hello to your newest classmate. Give her a warm welcome and make her feel comfortable.” 

You bowed your head, then straightened up. “Hello! I’m [Name]. It’s very nice to meet all of you, and I hope that we can—”  

The words you’d planned out in your head didn’t all make it past your lips. You suddenly froze up mid-sentence, eyes landing fearfully on one of the students. 

You’d been wrong in thinking Izuku would be the only person you recognized, and this one certainly wasn’t a friendly face either.  

“The fuck?” you heard Katsuki mutter. He was staring at you in utter disbelief, and honestly, you were just as shocked as he was. You hadn’t expected him to be here. 

The system had conveniently failed to mention that.  

“I hope that we can, uh—” Crap. All of a sudden, your voice sounded hoarse, and your head was starting to spin. “What I meant to say was that—”  

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀��𝐄:  

[𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥.] 

[-𝟏𝟎 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.] 

[𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬: -𝟏𝟏𝟎/𝟏𝟎𝟎]

You let out a weary sigh.  

Ah, shit. Here we go again. 

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[cto10121]

Me: [bouncing around in the straitjacket] The problem with the interpretation of R&J being a play about teenage rebellion is that most of the teens in the play don’t actually rebel. Tybalt embraces the feud’s machismo fully, Mercutio is also willing and even eager to fight when the urge strikes him, and even Benvolio gets involved—if just to stop the fighting; otherwise, he does nothing. Every single one of them, even R&J, accept the feud, as a reality at least, and none of them express any desire to change their families’ minds. Only R&J actually do rebel against their families and Verona’s culture of violence and machismo. But they don’t rebel because they themselves believe the feud is wrong (although it’s reasonable to assume so, based on canonical evidence). They rebel because they love each other and want to be together. You almost get the impression that if they had the option of being together but the feud still existing...they would probably choose it. Or at least be sorely tempted. So that’s why I dislike adaptations and stagings that try to go all “youths rule and adults drool!!1!” and dress the characters in this countercultural punk and rock clothing. Verona’s youths are not countercultural; they are products of their cultures, and that’s part of the tragedy.

Therapist: You’re talking about R&J for once instead of the musical. What a breakthrough—

Me: And that’s why the Hungarian version’s punk Gothic aesthetic is not my favorite. Because even in the musical, the youths accept the feud. They just participate in it in their own way different from their parents’—

Therapist: Goddammit

[ejtheoneandonly]

COMFORTING THEM AT THEIR WORST (or some sh*t I thought of at 3am)

Feat.Haruka Sakura, Akihiko Nirei and Hayato Suo.

Haruka Sakura.

Haruka was bruised and normally, you would treat his wounds, he never admits it but L O V E S when you are the one doing it, as he consider your touches to be one of the most warm he has encountered in his whole life, you can even see it in his eyes, he is so mellow. When you try to talk to him about his day (before the brawl, of course) he remains strangely quiet, as if he is reflecting about something, you tilt your head "Haru-kun?", his eyes turned to you "what?" He coldly said...

"Is there something wrong?"

"Nah, nothing at all, why you keep asking?"

"Because it seems like you're going through something, do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

When you're done with your job, you both go sit somewhere outside, Sakura's face seems still at unease. You decide to try talk him out one more time

"Haru-kun-"

"Oh for f*cks sake what?!"

"How did you just talk to me..?"

"I said I'm fine! I don't need anything now!"

"If you say you're fine with that face that means you are not necessarily fine, you don't have to carry everything alone you know?"

"Ugh!" The bi-colored boy stood and groaned "I am not telling you I feel terrible just because you say-...so..." he said it himself. "And?" You were curious to hear the story. "..." Sakura grabbed his head and fell into the ground "Goddammit!!! Why can't I just feel to fit in no matter what I do!!! If I am not strong I am nothing! I really have no other things to offer!! I...I..." His voice was breaking and you didn't think twice before embracing him "You need to be patient, from what I've seen, things have been going very well in Furin for you, and you seem to have fun, I'm pretty sure your peers have already accepted you, or else, who are Nirei and Suo to you?"

Sakura is hesitant, but at the same time...he doesn't want to let you go.

Akihiko Nirei

You and Nirei were in a date, you were walking on the streets, admiring every single thing while you also see the yellow fluffball taking notes of the things you 'wow' at. Today was pretty nice, you bought some food, drinks and took some photos. The thing happened when he was walking you home, it was dusk time and some criminals arrived, threatening to harm you both, Nirei, wanting to be your hero, decided to face them himself but got outnumbered, fortunately, you knew how to fight, so you decided to help him. You both won, they left, you both went to your home, checking if there were any severe injuries. Suddenly, the yellow fluffball wailed.

"Oh no, what happened? Do your injuries hurt?" Your voice sounded so sweet and attentive, you were always like this, main reason he fell in love with you.

"It's just..." *sob* "Just..."

"You can tell me anything."

"I'm tired of being useless, I always wonder, how did I even get to enter Furin if I don't even know how to fight! Even if Suo-san trained me, I will still never be as cool as him or Sakura-san! I am so useless!! I am so useless!!" Nirei was 😭

"No! Don't say that! I love you just how you are! I chose you for you, I could have chosen Sakura or Suo as you say but no, want to know why I chose you?" You said getting closer to him

"🥺?" He looked to your direction

You kissed him in the cheek "Because you always have good intentions, even in the things you are not good at, you always give it all and that's what made me fall in love with you, you are the strongest in my eyes and heart, and always will"

Nirei just kept crying (lol) but it was okay, crybaby and all you still loved him.

Hayato Suo

Hayato Suo is someone who you rarely see sad, this patched person always kept in control of his emotions and thoughts, you were always certain he always had everything under control, but what would happen if those restraints...

...snapped...?

You and the patched guy were drinking tea at a chinese market, both enjoying the view as you enjoyed each other's company, even if you didn't spoke much, the silence was already good enough, but you decided to now check on him, you could feel it, there was stuff he has hiding, you sensed his mind was in a tempest, an unpredictable force that could break out at any moment. Hayato Suo is very good at hiding his emotions to the point it's scary, you will never know what's going on with him, unless he wants to tell you...

At last, you decide to break silence "Suo?"

He turned at you, with a tiny grin "yes?"

"I...have feeling you...you um..." You were sometimes scared that he might take your words the wrong way or worse, that a possible argument arised, but decided to take the risks. The chinese presenting guy blinked "anything you need to say?" He said as he finished his tea.

"You are going through something terrible right now and as much as you want to avoid it I know! I just know it! And I don't care if you say 'I'm fine', I know you're not but let me tell you, whatever you are going through, let me be there for you! As complex as it may be I will do until my last breath to-" You were passionately pronouncing those words you did cause a scene at the market, everyone was now staring at you "...sorry" you sat down again. He chuckled "your passion and dedication towards me is so admirable but..." his aura abruptly changed to a darker one "even if I told you, you would never be able to handle it, this is something very personal of me and I kindly beg you to leave it..."

You were speechless but mainly concerned, of course you never feared he attacked you, you knew he could never but the situation of right now, left you thinking, if he even trusted you enough, maybe not yet...

In the end, you both walked away from that place, you hoped one day, Hayato Suo would trust you and let himself be as vulnerable as ever, so you could be there for him with no doubt...

Forgive if this looks ooc, oh God T-T, also, to the 3 people that read this, you deserve the whole world ⚘️)) if you want another part then say so, I guess.

[bidisaster-peanut-romano]

Throughout the entire game, who do you think are some of the most underrated or under-appreciated characters?

stumbling into the askbox whyyy hello there!!! it had been a while!!

OKAY SO. let's start from one fact: every. single. character has something special about them. so like the easy answer is... anyone, lmao. truth be told we (the whole community) has been around for llke, 18 years (WOAH) and some sides are completely unexplored. even just from the idea that... have you guys ever noticed how little content there is around about nerds and jocks, for exmple? and i don't only mean art but also writing, analysis, metas, thoughts and such. not to mention the townies, the townies, when, having some of them been given some actually adult attributes, there would be a lot to unpack.

i feel like this is a) mostly for the nerds, that the rightful fisgust for the horrible thing they did to mandy discourages a lot from engaging with them as characters too, and b) because they are quite overshadowed by the fan favorite preps and greasers. which, i mean, very legit. but i think that they do have a lot of potential, again, in terms of characterization and themes, and i feel like we are collectively missing out on a lot.

and there's also the fact that, even with the fan-favorites, there is so little tapping into the more serious and sometimes mature aspects. i wouldn't say christy is neglected by the fandom, but it's not often that i read someone talking about her repressed anger that explodes whenever she feels too much, that heirloom of her father that of curse she doesn't have, she isn't a problem boy like her brother, what do you mean with that, i could use this tie to strangle you goddammit! or vance, that we all love as the sunshine jokester of the greaser and heartbreaker queer icon, but how come none of us ever mention him having a canonical addiction, and what if his messy dating habits have to do with that, too? what if he's running from something inside himself, rushing to next best thing just so he can feel something?

but this is just me rambling as an introduction oops. so, just trying to list a couple of my favorites:

thad carlson (& dan wilson) (putting them together bc they're intrinsecally connected and while i do stand by the fact that he's wildly underappreciated in the fandom i would hit dan in the face with a brick): i would lterally give my first born for these two. they are what they actually wanted to write when they wrote about cain and abel. i'm not sure what is the exact reason why they have different last names, and i don't wanna enter headcanon territory here. what it does unavoidably indicate, though, is that they were doomed from the start. like it was written in their names. so, picture this: they were in the nerds together. they suffered the bullying, the abuse together. the humiliation tasted like blood in their mouths and shone like the stars they'd see with their heads smashed in a locker, but at least they knew their brother would've been there to hold them. there's something very visceral about suffering together with a brother. like the blood they share creates somewhat of a shell, one that can protect them from what is outside, that can give them the comfort that they will never be alone. whether they like it or not, their brother will forever be with them; it's inside them. except that thad had the rage of a wounded animal; dan had the fear of a small prey. so, while thad kept standing tall and proud and chin high against his bullies, dan started training and morphing until he could be accepted in the jocks. dan wasn't the bullied anymore. he was the bully. while his brother was still on the other side of the war- the side of the eternal losers, that is. the side that, no matter how many battles they will win, they will always be at a disadvantage. so thad has got all the hurt of having been betrayed by a half of himself, like the phantom pain of a lost limb. and the hurt makes him angrier and angrier and when he wants to take revenge on the jocks his brother is the first target he wants, because, see, he is the victim, his brother is cain who has killed abel. but also dan has got his head on backwards to look out for enemies and for anyone who might uncover him as the fraud he is, the way he just thought- they are just bullying me for what i am, so what if i become someone different? except that it's not like he didn't feel like a loser anymore, he just feels like a loser with a football sweater. so at that point you look at the direction of that violence, at where the anger and the resentment lies, and you stop there and wonder. who's cain there? who's gonna be the victim, who the executioner? like nathaniel orion said, "i want to kill him sometimes. i think sometimes he wants to die". i love them ur honor.

otto tyler: i have no literal idea why there is so so so little about him. admittedly, content about townies is in gnereal harder to track down, since they have... no last names.... for the most part. but the otto tag is absolutely desolated. this boy is what you'd call too angry to be this young. his first response to anything is extreme violence and fantasies of it. playing his audios you will be met with die, kill, die, kill, kill, die, die. and all of his vitriol is poured on the school, like they have all come together specifically to hunt him down. and he's been canonically hospitalized, as well; when you walk in the asylum for the first time (galloway away i believe) he tells you not to "anger the watcher"- but who is this watcher? the composition of the scene seems to implies it is the statue in the courtyard; the most coherent correspondence would be the orderlies you will have to avoid as you walk past them; maybe otto himself has just been told not to anger the watcher by the people who are supposed to take care of him, but that are just playing with his mind to make him too afraid not to behave. which, incidentally, doesn't sound too different from what he might have suffered at school. otto will ask you if you have ever punched a wall. he will swear he hates everyone in the school, that everyone in the school hated him, he will threaten to destroy it. otto is a landmine, he's an unstable kid who just needed some ground to stand on, and instead they placed him all alone on a shaking earth. all is anger is desperation, it's having spent too much time without a support system, too much time bound -to a chair, in a cell, in a straitjacket- surrounded by people who couldn't understand him. who stifled his expression instead of channeling all the feelings he had all the time, exploding and intense in an overwhelming and violent way. i like to think of him as an artist. he mentions tattoos; i like to imagine he's learning to do them himself. that he's finding that as an outlet for his expression. and yeah overall. i am a lot fond of otto, and i think he would have a lot to say.

mr. wiggins: look, this guy is super unlucky. he's the only teacher with no class minigame; he's only ever walking around, and if you saw him you probably mistook him for the more familiar mr. matthews. but believe me when i tell you he's a real one. example 1: when someone snithces to him, he says something along the lines of "thank you, but i will never be able to trust you again". BRO. let me tell you, in 1968 this guy was OUT on his college campus and he was MARCHING and RIOTING with workers and students. he even mentions having spent a night or two in JAIL. he will walk into class and say the nastiest things about reagan while he keeps saying that as a teacher he will have to be politically neutral as if he didn't just have a fight with hattrick about socialism.

[bravetimetravellingaussie]

And it feels like home

Chapter 2

Summary: Peter Parker makes a friend

Warnings: foul language, mention of injury? Not graphic or anything though

Again, possible spoilers for Spider-man: No Way Home

Days blur together when each day is the same, when there is no one you can share those days with, but unlike his coworker, who'd been stuck in a loop of shock, Peter's brain was finally knocked out of the loop.

For the past couple of months all that had really brought Peter joy was getting into bed and enjoying his few hours of peace, any inner turmoil didn't have a chance to keep him up at night when he was a second away from nodding off at all time. He'd been walking around a zombie for a while now, avoiding everything by filling his time and pushing himself to the limit and beyond, but now he felt something different, something good, even if it was just the itch of curiosity in the back of his head.

It was something.

This strange man with the weird costume and the many, many wounds, which he seemed completely unperturbed by, was a walking question mark, a puzzle to solve. Peter had forgotten how much he loved a good puzzle, how good it felt to scratch that itch of curiosity by getting answers.

When Peter put on his suit that night, he didn't even think about the possibility of throwing some punches, all he could think about was how he was going to find the man in red.

The temporary lack of bone deep emotional anguish and the replacement of exhaustion with excitement should have been enough warning for Peter that something was going to go wrong.

Peter had barely just swung out of his apartment when he ran out of web. A street light broke his fall. It also broke one of his ribs.

All of a sudden he was lying on his back staring at a starless sky and wishing he could stay like that forever. He couldn't hold his breathe forever though, and even though he tried to move as slowly as possible he felt a stab of pain in his chest.

Shit.

Peter gritted his teeth and felt his eyes welling with tears. Pathetic pathetic pathetic pathetic pathetic. Every part of him was tense with burning hot rage. I am motherfucking spider-man, I have a job to do and-

The anger faded and all that was left was pain and tears. I am Peter Parker and I want answers. Peter sobbed quietly as he felt the pain, the pain he'd been feeling a long time now. There are so many answers I will never get but goddammit I am going to get this answer if it fucking kills me.

Peter took a deep breath, a mistake really. He waited a minute for the pain to die down before slowly getting up on his feet. He leaned against the lamppost and held out an arm to hail a taxi.

Once inside Peter slumped in his seat.

"Where to-" The driver glanced back at his new passenger.

"Take me to [insert street name here] or I'll-"

"No need for that! I'm a big fan of your work, spider-man," the taxi driver said with a smile, offering Peter a handshake, an offer Peter accepted. "My name is Dopinder."

"Nice to meet you, Dopinder." Peter felt a surge of something other than pain in his chest. It felt good.

"I'm happy to offer my services as an amateur mercenary to you any time, Mr spider-man, but I have to ask, why are we going to a high school?" Dopinder asked as he drove away from the curb.

"I uh," Peter hesitated for a second before giving up with the scepticism, he was too tired and lonely to refuse a chance to talk to someone. God knows it had been too long since the last time he'd had an honest conversation with someone. "I borrow their lab supplies sometimes. To make my web fluid."

"Ohh, so you don't make it naturally?"

"I mean I don't, I used to know a guy who did though."

"Right."

Dopinder tapped the steering wheel in time with the music playing on the radio.

"So what inspired the spider theme?"

"I got bit by a spider?"

"Oh." Dopinder was quiet for a bit, as if in thought. "My cousin got bitten by a spider once. It was one of the happiest days of my life."

"O-oh, okay."

The rest of the drive was quiet and Peter felt only mildly awkward.

"We are here, that'll be-"

"Yeah, I have no money."

Dopinder nodded.

"Somebody needs to start giving superheroes decent pockets in their super suits," he said with the tired tone of someone who encountered this problem frequently.

"No, I just- I wish I could pay you but I literally don't have any money." A little sheepishly, Peter added, "I was going to threaten you to take me here, and then run off."

Dopinder shifted in his seat to look at Peter. "I've always wanted to know what it feels like to fly."

"I'm a bit injured right now, but next time I see you I'll give you a ride spider-man style, does that sound good?"

"Yes."

"Well then, it was nice meeting you, Dopinder." Peter carefully got out of the car, wincing slightly at the movement.

"Anything else I can help you with? I've always wanted to break into a building under the cover of darkness."

"I'll be alright, thanks." Peter chuckled slightly. "Unless of course you know a guy who wears red leather and seems to be immune to pain."

"Oh. You mean Mr Pool?"

[spyroforlife]

Just saw your book of Bill post PLEASE write a new billdip fanfic! I identify with Dipper enough that I would read him as a reader insert, I love Bill Cipher so much if you wrote a new billdip fic I would literally scream

anon please

I shoved that brain weasel into a locked box secure enough that the SCP Foundation would be proud

but boy is it clawing and screaming and denting the metal

I can't even be sure how much of a fic I'd do with it?? like idk if I'd only do a one-shot or multiple chapters or what, I'd probably just do my tried and true tactic of winging it but aa

but ohh I'm having feelings about Bill getting back and being SO EAGER to show Ford how much he's improved in therapy, to apologize to him, even if Ford doesn't accept it at least he got the words out, only to realize it's been like twenty years and Ford is dead

Dipper taking him to Ford and Stan's graves aGH and all Bill can do is just stare and silently cry for all the things left unsaid

And not knowing what to do, with no home to return to and no Henchmaniacs to hang out with, he just kinda. Starts following Dipper around. Wanting to help him study things around Gravity Falls. Wanting to help him with filming his documentaries (I imagine adult Dipper runs a YouTube channel where he makes really high quality videos about different creatures and supernatural phenomenon)

And Dipper is so wigged out by him, he doesn't really trust him, but he can't exactly get rid of him so he hesitantly lets him hang around. And slowly begins to realize Bill HAS changed. And taking a liking to him, he's quirky and funny, and Bill is being genuinely helpful, and ohh

he sees why Ford was seduced. Bill really is a charmer

goddammit anon (opens Google Docs)

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Hhiiiii I hope you're doing well 🥺 I had a pretty depressing day at work so I was really happy to see the fluffy alphabet requests.

Could I get I,K, and M with Zoro please? Thank you!! And take care!! 💕💕

I know depressing days are the worst, at work or otherwise, so ngl I kinda jumped on top of this the second you sent it.

I hope this helps even a little.

And thank you for the request!! 💕

Fluffy Alphabet Masterlist here

I is for I Love You (Who says it first, how long does it take, how does it happen?)

“You—? Oh. Oh. I…I love you too.”

You’re probably going to have to say it first. Not because he doesn’t love you, but because love is still sort of a foreign concept for him.

Love is difficult for Zoro to really grasp. He’s been alone for the vast majority of his life. He really only had one friend prior to joining the Strawhat crew. Seriously, it's a foreign concept.

He knows that you make his heart beat a little faster any time he sees you, that he feels as weightless as if the entire world has been lifted from his shoulders when you kiss him—and that he would protect you with his life without question. He really doesn’t wholly understand what any of that means, it’s not something he’s ever had to deal with before, but he likes it. He likes it a lot.

When you do draw up the resolve to say it, however long it takes, it all just sort of all falls into place for him—love, that’s what this is, right, that makes perfect sense.

Once the shock of realization wears off, he’ll say it right back without any hesitation, with a smile a mile wide and a deep kiss, pulling you to him by your waist.

And he’s not going to waste a single moment to say it again after the first time, just so he can hear you say it back.

K is for Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you/be kissed?)

“Ah—goddammit, come here—”

If you’re just cuddled up together and relaxing, then it’s slow and deep, one of his arms curled around you with his hand rubbing slowly up and down your back, his other hand brushing back through your hair.

If things are a little more heated, then he’ll have you pressed against the wall, hands grasping at your waist and your hips, your lips crushed together hard enough to leave them swollen and bruised.

Feeling your lips trail down throat to his chest while you’re lying across him drives him absolutely wild, and you can expect to be flipped onto your back and have him tugging at your clothes within seconds while he kisses every inch of your skin he can reach.

How he kisses you at any given time depends a great deal on the circumstances—but regardless, he’s been starved of affection for most of his life, physical or otherwise, so he cannot ever get enough of your lips.

M is for Morning (How are your mornings spent together?)

“Oh, come on, I got up first yesterday…”

You’ll almost always wake up first; Zoro’s a deep sleeper, and any excuse to sleep in is a good one as far as he’s concerned.

You also definitely won’t be getting up before he wakes up. Even fast asleep, he’ll have his arm curled around you, and any attempt on your part to rise will just result in him pulling you tighter against him. You’re basically his teddy bear, and you must accept your fate as such.

He’s not really much of a morning person and tends to wake up slowly. Don’t try to convince him to get up before he’s ready to or he’s bound to get grumpy about it.

It’s not really like you want to get up, anyway; there’s a certain serenity to lying there with his arm tucked under your neck while he stretches and rolls his shoulders, while he turns his head to press his lips lightly to yours or brush them against your temple, while you both just lie there as a tangle of limbs and jokingly bicker over who should get up first.

Every morning is a lazy morning.

[fillinforlater]

Possession of the Queen II

Female Reader x Kim Doyeon

Length: 3139 words

Tags: submissiveness, lesbian sex, size kink, dom/sub dynamics, people as sex toys, cunilingus, public sex, exhibitionism, clothed pussy, hair pulling, pussy eating but no breathing, emotional stimulation, orgasm, hints of love, sub!reader / dom!Doyeon

TW: very much public sex

Inspiration: "Sweet Juice" by Purple Kiss, @banananutsmuthie and because Doyeon hella gay

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing. Thank you!

PART 1 HERE

(A/N: Here we go, finally part two... if anyone actually cares xD. I really like writing these, it's definitely something different from the usual here. I hope you enjoy it too.)

“If it's that important to you, I won’t make it a problem.”

“Thank you so much!”

You give your boss a quick bow. Your heart still races after uttering your request and getting it accepted. It was likely that he would allow you to take some time off without prior warning, but there is something so wrong about it—sure, you do not know why your queen wants you around, but it’s surely not an acceptable reason to leave your awesome boss hanging, unless being a sex toy is socially accepted now.

“Can I know though,” your boss adds as you try to leave the office quickly, quietly, unsuccessfully, “what their name is?”

He has a big smirk across dark skin. while your skin on the other hand turns bright red, putting signal lights to shame. You don’t have to answer this, it’s  certainly better to go now but you stop yourself. He has it figured out, your lie must have been even worse than you thought. 

Now what? Is there a good response to this? Can you at least hide your lies better this time? Or are you willing to reveal some of this craziness to him?

“I’m sorry,” he says into the hard silence after a few seconds, “you don’t have to ans—”

“She—I mean, they, a-are awesome. Tall, strong, sm-smart and a-all that.”

He smirks again. 

“I see. I hope you have a good time and that things will work out~”

Goddammit, your good-for-nothing mouth—or is it your brain—that has these lapses every time she gets mentioned, only hinted at? 

You dart out of the office and onto the busy street. Humans walk across the sidewalks, from all sides they collide like tidal waves, yet they never hit each other. In this mess, there is you, a small nothing that no one notices. Among people with suits and ties and college students, you are invisible.

Is this your attempt at trying to run away from your embarrassment? 

In all honesty, it might—another reason why you could never be on the same level as Doyeon. 

She would stand her ground and command respect; you on the other hand can barely walk straight without bumping into a stranger. She would get her way, and if anyone disobeys, she would step over him with a death glare; you on the other hand shriek when someone laughs loudly. Doyeon would do whatever she likes; you on the other hand are a flower amidst the waves.

#

You gasp loudly when you see Doyeon laying in the spot you usually take in when she wants your services. 

You certainly did not expect her to already await you, but what’s even more surprising is everything else. The way Doyeon swipes disinterestedly on her phone is almost as confusing to you as her outfit. The cool casualness of the all black shirt, shorts and stockings, paired with surprising sexiness does not fit her image of a cruel negotiator and business woman.

“Hi,” she says and looks at you. 

“H-hello, my Queen,” you stutter and bow your head. 

You feel her gaze on you a bit longer, before she goes back to watching reels, shorts, tiktoks, whatever. Although Doyeon has never looked at you for this long at a time, you’re still not nearly as interesting as the modern, mindless entertainment videos. 

“You can leave the backpack there,” she adds, not bothering to speak louder than the voice from her phone. “Whatever is in it, you won’t need it for the next forty-eight hours. Just put it down.”

“Yes, Queen.” 

You follow her command. The heavy green backpack was filled with literally everything you could think of, like Spare underwear, a tooth brush, snacks, a razor, spare glasses, even a marker, ropes, and a brand new dildo. You remember the tingling in your stomach when you pressed all these things into the backpack.

“You’re very punctual,” Doyeon says and throws her phone somewhere onto her large bed. She inches closer, off the cushions, until she stands right before you. “It seems to be one of your virtues. I like that.”

“Thank you, my Queen.” You bow again and get on your knees. Like so often, you feel right at home. Whenever you’re here, this is your proper place, with your forehead right at her kneecaps. 

“And you are so obedient. I really like that” Doyeon coos and gently guides your chin up. Her thumb enters your mouth, the smell of her body enters your nostrils. It’s divine, golden, immaculate. You carefully suck her digits and moan an equally careful “thank you” as you do so. 

“Our taxi leaves in one hour. In the bathroom is everything you need. Pick the clothes that you like and the make-up that makes your cute face look even prettier.” Doyeon’s explanation is quick, point after point like bullets fired from a gun. “Only call me if something is urgent. Understood?”

“Yes, Queen.”

#

Doyeon is constantly breaking all the notions you held about her before. She is so confident and absolutely majestic about it that it makes you doubt your eyes for a second. When you step out of the bathroom in one of the many simple, forgettable, loose outfits that were available, she already waits at the door in black leggings, a tight white crop top, and a huge overcoat draping from her shoulders. An outfit unfitting to your image before this day; she is really changing it up today.

‘Hurry up,’ she says with no urgency or stress, but excitement hidden beneath layers of professionalism. You take quick little steps behind her, down the stairway, across the lobby, into the taxi. Doyeon on the other hand takes strides, slow strides in brand new sneakers, but in your head they sound like clicking high heels. 

The taxi ride is quiet the first few minutes, until Doyeon breaks the silence.

“Why did you choose that outfit?”

You look at her, but she looks out of the window. Something is blocking your throat making your voice sound like a pathetic cheep.

“I thought you would like this, I’m sor—”

“It looks good, better than I thought.”

Then it’s back to silence. As more time passes, you feel yourself getting more relaxed. Even the taxi driver, an uptight professional with flawless driving skill, seems more tense than you. He doesn’t dare to clear his throat, although his face looks cramped. You still can’t point out what changed though. Maybe it’s her compliment, her more approachable manner?

#

“We arrived. Follow me,” Doyeon says. You open the door on your side of the cab. The two of you climb out of the yellow vehicle. Doyeon throws what looks like at least two thousand dollars in green bills at the driver and tells him to stay put. She then turns to you.

“In the middle.”

Doyeon points towards the wide facade of the building right before you. Hundreds of people walk into and out of the rotating glass doors. Screens with billboards and repetitive ads are plastered everywhere. It seems that it’s even more extreme on the inside. Store after store after restaurant after store, some filled to the brim with people. A vibrant mall in the middle of a bright city. 

“In the middle,” the Queen repeats herself with more assertion this time, “is something like a plaza, with a red floor made of sandstone. Make sure to stay by my side and lift your head while we walk there.”

She leans down to your face and you freeze in place. Your knees almost bend at her hot breath and scary whisper.

“Everyone should see your pretty face.”

The strides, again. Doyeon’s long legs carry her quickly into the crowd. Your glasses almost fall from your sweaty nose when you hastily run behind her. Luckily, the tall woman is easily visible among all those people who dare to not part like the sea before her.

Behind the entrance, the crowd has thinned out a little, making it possible for you to walk beside Doyeon. You won’t lie, it feels odd. Her entire plan is odd. People might get the wrong idea. They shouldn’t get any idea to begin with. For those that notice you to think that you two are equals, acquaintances, lovers even would be utterly false. If they knew you just are her sex toy of course would be very much mortifying.

As your mind makes up one concern after the other, you don’t think about why you are heading to where you are heading. An empty plaza with a red sandstone floor. It fits the color scheme of the rest of the building perfectly. A space without endless amounts of feet trampling on it is massively needed to thin out the packed crowd. 

Suddenly, Doyeon reaches for your hand and entwines her fingers with yours. You yelp and look up.

“Keep your head up like this,” she says coldly, without looking at you. 

You cringe at the sweatiness of your palm compared to the dry coldness of Doyeon’s. They must be perfect for hand shakes during her meetings. She speeds up and drags you behind her for a second until you regain footing. Try to keep your head up, look at the signs above the stores, praising delicious food or sales for cloths or fucking insurances. Who goes to a mall to buy insurance?

“You see it?” Doyeon asks, gradually decreasing her walking speed. Ahead of you is the previously mentioned plaza. Rough-looking tiles spread out into all directions from which people flock to the stores they like to visit. It's impossible to make progress without bumping into them. However this plaza is completely empty and everyone has an unobstructed view of it, especially from the upper floor.

Your heart beats faster every meter you follow Doyeon into the middle. The moment she stops, her hands are on your shoulders and she pulls you in front of her. You didn’t notice that she put on one of those black face masks that not only block you from breathing in smog and viruses but also keep your identity hidden. With just her eyes she stares you down, you can’t help but feel like a tiny, fragile puppy before her. 

“Such a good girl,” Doyeon says and quickly drags a thumb over your glossy, red lips. “You know what to do, right?”

Doyeon unbuttons her overcoat to reveal her slender, athletic figure in tight clothes to you. Her leggings are pulled up just above her navel, the tight crop top makes her breasts look big and—Wait, what?

“Get on your knees.”

Around Doyeon, you always lacked the humane reaction to all her sexual requests: hesitation. She was just so overpoweringly convincing, there is no way you would have resisted her. But today it’s different. There are other people around, and you’re wide in the open for everyone to see. It’s just not the same, how could she expect you to oblige.

You stare up at her. Something about her gaze is off. It’s commanding, sure, but not with the same kind of power she usually possesses. It’s like Doyeon wants you to do it not out of fear or awe, but for a different reason. You try to decipher this reason as your hands instinctively reach for her overcoat for stability, almost having the audacity to touch her slender waist. 

It’d be easier if you could see the rest of her face, those beautiful features, the way they contort at the lack of your reaction. The frown above her eyes, each wrinkle is dishonest and not telling the whole truth. Doyeon’s nails suddenly dig into your biceps, but it’s just another front. She is not saying it, there is no reason, and so you just stand there, neck hurting from staring up.

“Get on your knees, please.”

You gasp. If it weren’t for Doyeon’s hands on your arms, you would have fallen backwards, died on impact. The red sandstone would meet the red of your blood, and if you’re honest, after hearing this, it’s not even half bad. You’re the one getting on your knees, the one who looks weird for bystanders, the one who is on mouth-level with Doyeon’s pussy, yet she falters and loses her power. 

Her hands are in your hair, making a mess of it, which isn’t unusual, however, today she is not pressing you into her core, her awaiting, eager lips. She is not using you, she is waiting for you to put your tongue on it. Even though she gives you all the control, the moment you realize the lack of panties underneath her leggings, you dig in. 

From the beginning, her moans are loud enough to drown out the announcement of a missing child. You lean in further, the hem of your skirt barely covering your butt now. You knew it was short, but it’s scary to think that anyone just needs to tilt their head a bit down to see a damp spot on your light blue panties. 

All because she said please? Throw away perhaps your job, your dignity, your life just for this one word? Judging from the way you find and nibble her clit with delight, it’s a resounding yes. You’re out of your mind—good.

Doyeon hisses and takes a step back. Your mouth instinctively follows and the inside of your thighs gets colder. People can see them, it’s not even a risk, it’s certainty. You hear the first shocked gasps from nearby girls. There are more and more people that slow down and stare. Those shopping stop and stare, those chatting stop and pull out their phones, even those in a hurry can’t help but stop and turn their head.

Flashes of light, the clatter of cameras accompanies your tongue as it presses the black fabric into the wet hole. You might not reach deep, but it’s enough to make Doyeon pull your hair in ecstasy. She goes from gazing up at the tall, glass ceiling, to down at you, the short girl with glassy eyes behind displaced glasses. She gently adjusts them, her sweaty fingers trailing over your equally sweaty cheeks.

Everyone is watching now. It’s eerily quiet, only whispering and the occasional camera can be heard. You know the rest is filming, gawking, getting aroused or infuriated, but your licks don’t stop. You eagerly eat Doyeon, faster than ever before. You dare to hold her thighs steady, as they tremble. Her arousal drenches more of her crotch, then her legs, but most importantly, your mouth. 

You get ready to drink when she finally pulls you in herself. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as clear liquid goes through the expensive fabric and finds a way from Doyeon’s pussy into your mouth. Your nose is in her pelvis too, there is no oxygen, just cum and Doyeon’s feral groans. 

The next thing you notice is her hand on your wrist. Doyeon has the overcoat back on and pulls you up from your feet before sprinting back the same way you entered the mall. The two of you crush into the frozen, flustered crowd like a bowling ball into pins. People tumble and fall to the floor, as do your glasses. No time to look back, Doyeon is going full speed for a reason. 

Outside, unassuming travelers get shoved to the side, cursed out by her sudden regain of dominance, before she literally throws you onto the back row of the same cab as before. “West side, fast” she shouts at the driver and gets in as well.

The tires screech as Doyeon is still on top of you. She finds footing and grabs you by the sides like a child to make you sit up straight. The lack of glasses is not the main reason for your hazy vision. It’s all happening so fast, you forgot how to breathe up until this point. You take rapid, uncontrolled breaths; the strange smell of the taxi, a mixture of sweat, cigarettes and death, is welcomed by your nostrils. 

“Hi, we’ll be there in twenty to thirty minutes,” Doyeon says into a phone on her cheek as she pulls away the black mask. “Yeah, depends on traffic. But feel free to prepare everything. I’ll take blonde. Yes, darker. I don’t think yellow suits me.

“What about you?”

She looks over to you. Your face must speak volumes of your confusion and it gets even worse when Doyeon leans closer to you.

“What color do you want?” she says nonchalantly, as if the last ten minutes were just a fever dream, the imagination of a horny boy walking in a mall and imagining that these two women might be more than friends. 

“Uhm, I-I don’t—”

“Hair color, babe, which one do you want?”

Doyeon is so nonchalantly again, and you cannot deal with it. Her face is so fucking close, her smell suddenly too overwhelming and that word is making you spiral out of control.

“Pick whatever you want, it’s one me,” she adds and puts a finger on your knee. Only now you notice the red imprints and grazes on them and that they actually hurt. Your mind must have blocked out the way the rough sandstone grinded on your skin. 

“Uhm, I, uhm, I take blue?” you say, unsure, unfocused, but Doyeon is satisfied with the answer. 

“Did you hear that, Kellie? Yes, blue. I think a darker tone will suit her. Of course she is. Yes, see you, bye.”

Doyeon slides the phone back into her overcoat and opens it. Her chest is still heaving as well, her abs and navel are entirely exposed now, and her leggings are thoroughly soaked. It’s all you can see, because she is so fucking close. Even after this weird phone call, she still does not back off. Instead, she cups your entire knee and gently rubs it.

“I know you don’t understand any of this yet,” she sweetly says and chuckles. “But I know you trust me, right babe?”

Her eyes have this glow again. The same glow as back in the mall. This is a sincere question, there is real uncertainty behind it. Doyeon knows that she should be right about you trusting her, but you still have to confirm it. 

You nod, flushed, out of breath once more, before putting your answer into words. 

“Yes, Que—”

Doyeon puts a finger on your lips. She goes further in, lips on your earlobe, hot breath down your neck, fingers up your thigh. You are ready, so ready for her to make you melt into the seat. She just needs to bite down, put her fingers on your nub or just say the right word, and you would lose your mind.

“Don’t say it yet,” she whispers.

“Keep it for later, babe.”

[poetryandfluffycats]

i love the keito x delinquent reader!! keito loved his gf, he truly does!! but he also couldn't ditch his VP tasks (both are important to him TT)

if you wouldn't mind, i really want to see what happens after that 🥺

A/N: this took longer than I expected! wasn't originally going to make this as suggestive as it is but it is what it is I guess. part 2 to Dearer than I?

Pairing: Keito Hasumi x fem!reader

Content: Is your boyfriend just too busy for you now? That's the conclusion you nearly come to before your phone rings, revealing Keitos name...

Warnings: VERY suggestive, angst(?) at the start, phone sex, princess used as pet name, very brief mentions of cheating(?)

Words: 964

Oneshot under cut!

Guilty as Sin?

You tossed your bag to the floor, kicking your shoes off and collapsing onto your bed. A dramatic sigh left your lips as you pulled your pillow up to your chest, squeezing it tightly in attempt to get rid of that horrible, empty feeling in your stomach. It didn't work, nothing would work. Only Keitos kisses, his touch, his sweet nothings whispered into your ear could ease your pain.

But he was just... too busy for you.

It was childish, you knew that. To be upset over a man not giving you enough attention, like a needy baby who didn't know how to share. But you were in love, goddammit! It was only natural to want to spend time with the person you loved the most in this whole world, even if Keito didn't seem to think so. Just how busy could one person be, anyway? He didn't have to do all of that work alone, couldn't the other council members help him out? Couldn't you help him out?

Maybe what you said had been right. What if he simply didn't love you anymore? What if he had found someone new, someone just as prim and proper as him. Someone prettier, someone who didn't bother him, someone-

Buzz

The sound of your phone going off took you out of your saddened state, turning over to grab the device vibrating on your desk. The screen lit up, revealing a series of texts from none other than your green-haired lover. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

Keito<3: I'm sorry, princess

Keito<3: Can I call you?

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, reading the messages over and over like a lovesick schoolgirl and wasting no time typing out a response. His petname for you always made you blush, no matter how many times you heard it.

(name): i was just thinking of u ;)

(name): call meeeeee

Within a mere second of sending the text, the phone began to buzz once more, with Keitos picture and contact name lighting up the screen. You didn't hesitate to answer, holding the phone up to your ear and swallowing hard to try and contain your excitement, and to block out the nerves still running wild in the back of your mind.

"Hey, you~" You greeted, putting on the most seductive tone you could muster. It was a cheap shot, but a shot nonetheless. Hey, maybe if you could get him so drunk on your voice, he'd drop the whole "having fun is above me" thing and come ravage you!

Delusion, that's what you had.

"Princess" He sighed. Relief was evident in his tone, although that hint of disappointment still remained. "I'm sorry"

You hummed, flipping over onto your stomach and twirling a strand of hair in between your fingers. "You already said that, silly. But... apology accepted~"

"Mhm, so you're feeling better?"

"Your voice always cheers me up" You giggled, kicking your legs back and forth like a love struck schoolgirl. God, you were down bad for this man. "Can I see you tonight?"

The voice you put on left no room for speculation, a very blatant invite for him to come fuck you dumb. Maybe it could be a punishment for your disruptive behaviour, a reminder of who was in charge? The idea all but caused a heat to rise in your lower belly, and suddenly the room was a lot hotter than before.

Keito sighed on the other line, and you could almost see him pushing up his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose in disapproval. "I wish I could, princess, I really wish I could. But-"

"Please! I'll be good for you, just a quickie?" You whined, dropping the prostitute act for a split second and reverting back to the needy and desperate girlfriend. "I need you! Just a taste, please!?"

There was silence for a few seconds, going on long enough that you thought the line had gone dead. But then, just as you were about to speak up, Keito interrupted, a low growl erupting from his throat.

"Listen to me, (name)" He began, the sudden harshness in his tone making you freeze. It reminded you of when he snapped at you before, expect this time there was something less laced in there. Something... lustful? "Because of your little stunt earlier, I haven't been able to finish any of my work"

Oh shit.

"I suppose you can't help it, can you? You don't understand half of what I'm responsible for, do you? Of course not, all you can think about is getting dick"

Fuck, was this really turning you on?

"I'm going to need you to get yourself ready for me, alright? If you can be good and touch yourself for me, I'll give you a nice reward, okay?"

"A-and if I don't?" You breathed, already turning over and pulling open your top draw.

Inside, a bright pink bullet vibrator, a full bottle of lube, and a pack of condoms sat. You'd brought them awhile ago under the impression Keito would be fucking you 24/7, but alas, they'd never been touched.

Until now.

Keito clicked his tongue, a laugh leaving his lips. "Then I guess you'll just have to suffer, just like I do every time you come in here to seduce me. Do you know how hard it is to focus when a thing like you is in front of me begging for it?"

"Its hard for me too, you big bully!" You whined, already shimmying out of your skirt and panties and tossing the fabric to the floor, revealing the glistening state of your thighs and folds. Had you gotten this wet just from his voice?

Pathetic.

This was going to be a long night.

[miki-13]

Tulip and Octavia both have divorced parents that interfere with their lives and plans. Both run away from home and have “adventures” that change how they perceive said parent. And both deal with a parent who makes a promise to them only to go back on that promise due to said divorce.

Life is fine. Life is great. Tulip and Octavia both have happy home lives with their family. And the divorce/cheating happens seemingly out of nowhere, but that’s because of how rose-tinted Tulip and Octavia’s memories are of their homelife.

It’s when Tulip goes back to her memories and really looks at them that she sees the cracks and imperfections, and learns the accept the situation with more nuance and maturity. And when Octavia goes back to remember, she’ll see the cracks too.

(Imagining a song “Why couldn’t You/We be happy?” where at first she sings about her confusion at her dad suddenly cheating on her mom, and then starts to look closer at the imperfections and starts to sing “Why couldn’t We be happy?”)

(Gee, I dunno [looks at Stella])

(“Was that always there? Did I just not see? Was I really that blind to the cracks and chips in front of me? We were held together by threads, breaking one by one. Now it’s all slipping away, and I’m all alone.”

“Star light, star bright, give me strength, grant me sight.”)

Sinmas and the Future

In Sinmas, I am certain Octavia is going to gain the full powers of a Goetia- hell, Sinmas might even fall on her birthday and now I am willing to bet money it does (which especially bums her and Stolas out even more). She becomes the heir and apparent through age, blood and magic.

And that’s what’s going to set off Andrealphus, because it just got that much harder to use Stolas’ resources and, in his rage, he goes to kill Blitz and Stolas.

Octavia (and potentially Vassago) protects them, and they are able to escape. And seeing Blitz protect her powerless power is absolutely going to stay in Octavia’s mind, no matter how she might dislike him and potentially Imp-kind.

I see Vassago actually becoming an ally to Octavia and helping her navigate through the treacherous world of Goetia Nobility, especially with Stella and Andrealphus trying to control her every move. And through him, Octavia gets lore on Stolas and Stella and realizes just how different things were from what she realized. And during all of that, Octavia will come into her own, free of illusion and strong enough to face whatever comes her way.

As for Stella, I am most definirely certain Octavia will come to disdain of her mother without knowing the full story behind the abuse she heaped on Stolas purely from Stella being much less on guard of her behavior around her daughter. After all, she thinks she’s won and abusers let their true self slip more and more when they are in a comfortable place of power over their victim. Not to mention Octavia rejecting her abusive and manipulative mother of her own volition and reasons would be that much more powerful.

(I relate deeply to Octavia in this, because I've been in the position of my dad being demonized and abused by my bio mom and I didn't know what had been going on for the longest time, due to ignorance and denial. Which is why I'm certain that Octavia will return to her dad after learning the truth)

Sidebar tangent:

While I do want Octavia and Stolas to make up, I want Octavia to be and stay angry with/at him for as long as she needs. I say this as someone who loves this silly horny owl and is most likely my favorite character in Helluva Boss

BUT GODDAMMIT STOLAS YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING AIRHEAD YOU NEED TO TOUCH PEASANT GRASS AND WALK SEVERAL MILES IN PEASANT SHOES

There’s plenty for Octavia and the audience to be pissed at Stolas for, and he’s not made it easy for me not to shake him like a gumball machine and yell at him not to be like this.

Be that as it may, I am certain the two will eventually make up but my god they both need time and space from one another to breath and grow. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, after all. And it’s good for character development.