#Good training now I can just choose to not think about bad things ever again which is only a good thing

[seafoam-taide]

At least I'm not so preoccupied with being terrified about death. But maybe that is just a new problem

[yuons]

ᯓ seasons — ot7

syn i used to hate it, until i found out it was your favorite thing. (1504 words)

pairs ot7 + reader | cw petnames — mlist navi

note synopsis was actually more of a prompt but err i hope you guys enjoy anyway >< also im writing this half asleep so im sorry if there are any mistakes !! everybody thank peng cause without her this wouldn’t even be here rn

LEE HEESEUNG

“why don’t you warm me up?”

heeseung never liked winter. he hated the coldness and the gloom that came with it. ever since he was young, he’d stay cooped up in his room refusing to go out and play with the snow.

even as an adult, heeseung would be more silent during the season, chattering his teeth even though he wore about a dozen coats.

well that was until he knew you. you were the complete opposite. you loved the coldness and the festive feeling of winter. finding the beauty in the falling snowflakes.

ever since heeseung started dating you, your love for winter created a small fondness in him. he loves it when he gets to see your pretty smile and your nose red-tinted from the cold.

he loves it most when you both would take the train back after a day out and you would fall asleep on his shoulder, hands tucked on his to keep yourself warm.

PARK JONGSEONG

jay had never really been picky with anything. having being the cook back at home and even now cooking for you made him accustom to people’s likes.

one thing, however, that never had he enjoyed was caffeine. he hated the bitter aftertaste of it. the smell that always lingers.

but when you once bought him an americano back when you both were still friends, he downed the whole thing. making you laugh, he liked hearing your laugh, it was addicting. he saw how you were savoring the taste after every sip. thinking that if you liked it, it shouldn’t be that bad.

and now, every morning before you woke up, he’d add coffee-brewing to his routine. making both of you coffee before heading for work. but really, he just loved seeing you hum in delight after a sip, a small smile on your lips.

“you’re so good at this, babe” you say, complimenting his brewing skill.

“why don’t you give me a kiss for it then”

SIM JAEYUN

you loved musicals. from hamilton to phantom of the opera, you’ve always loved watching them if they played in theaters near you.

jake, however, would rather spend his time playing soccer or watching a movie at the comfort of his home. he didn’t find musicals interesting, refusing whenever his friends offered to go watch one together.

however, when you offered, he found himself sitting near front seats in a large theatre. completely invested in the story line. he took down internal notes in his head knowing you’d start talking about it the moment you both walked out the theatre, just so he could give his own perspective in case you asked.

he would listen to you talk all day if it meant having to watch musicals often. asking you to repeat things to see your smile grow. his eyes linger on you, observing the pretty smile you have and the excited glint in your eyes as you talked away.

“wait, can you explain again about what happened to her in the end?”

PARK SUNGHOON

possibly the biggest hater of mint chocolate chip ice cream, sunghoon would not get near it. if he had a choice, he’d rather choose something more simple like vanilla.

but all in all, sunghoon never really liked ice cream. he doesn’t understand the enjoyment people get whenever they’d crave it.

apparently all it took for him to finally try the flavor he most despised was for you to (barely) beg him to hang out with you. he was too flustered when you asked him what flavor he wanted and when you asked if he wanted the same order as you did, he just nodded. barely registering what you said.

he unfortunately did not realize this until he scooped up a spoonful of the ice cream and tasted the familiar, yet, unfavorable taste. however, after much thought and probably the sweet smile you were giving him, he concluded that it didn’t taste as bad as he thought it would.

after dating, sunghoon would often pick up ice cream for you two after a long week, eating it together while huddled up watching a movie in your living room.

the taste of it was always there, but he understood why you adored the flavor. it growing on him more than he’d expected, especially when you’re the one he’s eating it with.

KIM SUNOO

being alone creeps him out. he gets terrified if he was ever left home alone. that’s one of the reasons why he loved going out.

he finds it comforting being surrounded by people, chatting along with anyone and everyone, catching up with them.

before you were in his life, he felt like being alone further makes him feel unwanted. busying himself with anything if, in a case, he were to be left alone.

when you did come into his life, though, it was like you rearranged the meaning of being alone. you love the peace and quiet of being alone. the silence that seems to fill the room letting you breath for a moment.

technically, he still didn’t really like being alone. sometimes, he’d call you to his apartment to ‘be alone’ with you. none of you speaking any words to each other, just laying down and listening to each other’s breathing. so many words unsaid but the feelings able to be conveyed through gestures.

you’d taught him how to enjoy the quietness. he finds that when he’s alone he felt more calm and centered. still, as a person who loves talking, he would always prefer being with people.

but, you redefined the meaning of being alone and he loves you for it. he loves the way you look happy and at peace all the time, he loves it when you both be alone together.

YANG JUNGWON

“babe, can you get my socks pretty please?”

as a person who gets cold easily, you love bundling yourself up before sleeping. your necessities were your 2 blankets, a pillow for your side and socks.

jungwon always found it iffy to wear socks in bed. even if he were to buy new ones to wear only in his house, he still wouldn’t like the feeling of it.

that was until he was introduced to you by a mutual friend. when you two started talking, he found your many quirks adorable.

however, one that he only found out when you started dating, was that you loved wearing socks to sleep. his horror back then showed on his face when you asked him if he were okay.

overtime, you gradually convinced him. especially if it was winter and the coldness would go up by twice the usual weather. being used to your routine, he didn’t even realize he started wearing socks to bed until you pointed it out when he was sleeping over.

the realization he had was baffling, but as he accustomed to it he didn’t find it weird at all. he would start buying you both matching socks when he was out and was thinking of you.

NISHIMURA RIKI

“let’s get back to bed, love”

everyone knows riki is not a morning person. he hated waking up early more than anyone. it’s not weird to find him coming out of his room at 1 pm.

by 1pm, you’ve probably already went to a cafe, had breakfast, catches up with a friend, and had a 2-hour lecture.

when you got involved with riki, you tried your hardest to wake him up early. his friends had told you to give up many times saying they’ve tried over and over again.

but miraculously, on your 7th try, he woke up. although, grumbling, he started sitting up and asking what you were doing at his dorms.

the first time you tried you were just there to drop off some food to your big brother. but when you knocked and no one answered, you were about to leave. until one of his dorm mates opened the door to let you in.

they were all stood crowded in front of his room, shouting at him to wake up, but he never moved. still sound asleep after a whole debate session ensued in the dorms.

after your brother and his friends collectively decide to leave him alone instead of trying to wake him up, you put it upon yourself to try as well. little did you know, he’d heard all your wake up calls, just too afraid to face you, seeing his bedhead and all.

7th times the charm however, when he finally braved himself to wake up and reply to you, although his heart pounding abnormally when you smiled at him.

when you two started dating, he couldn’t not wake up before you. much more aware of his surroundings when he’s around you.

riki however is riki. if he were to wake up earlier, then you would also have to wake up later sometimes because of him. deciding to stay in for a bit longer when he asks to, surrounded by his warmth.

© junislqve 2024. liking, commenting, and rebloging are appreciated.

[yuikomorii]

AYAYUI IDOL AU: Chapter 1

// I present to you… MY FIRST EVER FANFIC! It’s inspired by these headcanons and these posts. As mentioned before, in this story, the Sakamakis are simply regular idols with a vampire-themed concept; they’re not actually vampires or related. Since I noticed how much you all enjoy this kind of content and have been so supportive, I thought you might like a fanfic based on it. ☺️

I’m by no means a professional writer, and my style leans more towards the visual novel/otome game format. Even so, I hope you’ll like it! 💕

Voice announcement: Ladies and gentlemen, we have now arrived at our destination.

Before you disembark, please take a moment to ensure you have all your personal belongings with you. For your safety, mind the gap between the train and the platform edge as you exit.

We sincerely thank you for choosing our services and travelling with us. It has been our pleasure to serve you, and we hope to welcome you aboard again soon. Take care!

Yui: ( Eh? Is this…—! )

— eyes widen —

I’m here… I’m finally here!

Yui’s Monologue

I can’t believe my dream is actually coming true! All this time, this seemed like a childish wish but right now I truly am in Tokyo…!

Uuh… I’m getting a bit emotional, but can you blame me? It simply feels… surreal.

I never thought my father would agree to let me join a work exchange program in such a massive and dynamic city.

To be honest, I was half expecting him to say no, but it seems he believes in me more than I thought.

Knowing that he trusts me this much… it really makes me want to work even harder to prove he made the right choice.

Yes, that’s so. I will try my best to make father proud!

— takes big breath —

Yui: Nice to meet you, Tokyo. Let’s make this journey one to remember.

Place: Studio

Photographer: And~… pose! Ah yes, exactly like that! Keep on, keep on!

Ayato: ( Man, this shit is so tiring at this point. )

— smiles falsely —

Photographer: W-Wonderful…! Another one, thank you!

— keeps taking pictures —

Ayato: ( Can this woman stop blinding me with that flashlight already? It’s past 11 pm… )

Photographer: Now, a profile sho——

Manager: Hold on.

Pardon my intrusion, but I believe we already have enough pictures for today. Don't you think so?

Photographer: Eh? But we just got star— Oh my, it’s almost 12 am!?

G-Geez, my apologies. I guess the saying “time flies when you’re having fun” must really apply here.

— winks at Ayato —

Ayato: ( Gross! )

Manager: If more promotional pictures are required, we can extend the photoshoot to tomorrow. Watanabe-san, would it be possible for you to arrive earlier if that is the case?

Photographer: With such eye candy around, who could resist spending more time with him~?

Fufu, just kidding. I'll contact the director and get back to you with an answer as soon as possible.

Until then, have a good night! Bye-bye~!

— leaves —

Ayato: Haa… thanks goodness! One more photo, and I might’ve completely lost it.

Manager: I understand completely. Given your schedule, it’s clear you’re quite overworked. Nevertheless, it’s impressive how you still manage to perform so well.

Ayato: Heh… thanks.

— rubs eyes —

Manager: You look a bit tired, Ayato-san. Rest assured, the limousine should be arriving soon.

Ayato: Right, the limo is on its——

( Fuck! I can’t believe I almost forgot about it! )

Wait! Now that I think about it, I’ve got something else to take care of.

So… don’t mind me! Go ahead and take the limo; I’ll call for another one later.

Manager: Haa… Ayato-san.

You're not planning to do something that could get you into trouble, are you?

Ayato: O-Of course not! It’s just… no, it’s nothing important. Just a silly little thing I remembered I had to solve.

— tries to leave —

Manager: Ayato-san!

Ayato: Huh?

Manager: Do NOT let anyone see you, understood?

— Ayato nods and leaves —

???: You’re late.

Ayato: …!

Man, you almost gave me a heart attack!

Laito: My bad~. You came prepared at least, didn’t you?

Ayato: Yeah, yeah.

— puts cap and mask on —

Laito: Nfu, let’s go, shall we?

Place: Street

Yui: Uuh… come on! Why is no taxi in sight?

( It’s been two hours and I still couldn’t find my way to the Airbnb. )

( I knew Tokyo was huge, but I wasn’t expecting the transportation system to be this complicated… )

— looks at sky —

( It’s already late, huh? )

( I wonder if it’s safe for a girl to roam on these streets at this hour. Well, at least I hope it is, otherwise… )

Place: Private Night Club

Laito: Two Cosmopolitans. One for me, and one for that very fine lady over there, nfu.

Ayato: Another glass of Tequila.

Laito: Heh, another one? Is this the fifth by chance?

Ayato: I had a busy week, okay?

Laito: Ah, of course you did. After all, our Ayato-kun is the IT boy of this generation. Always swamped with brand deals, while the rest of us barely get a crumb~.

Ayato: …Not funny.

Laito: C’mon, don’t take it too seriously.

— pats his back —

I doubt any of us could care less about brand deals anyway. The idol job already pays well enough, and with barely any time for ourselves, why would we want to give up even more of our freedom?

Ayato: ( It’s not like it’s my choice though. )

Well, I can’t deny that the love I get is cool and all, but sometimes… hmm, how do I put it? It feels like people only like me because I’m an idol, y’know?

Laito: That’s to be expected, isn’t it? Fans often form a one-sided connection with idols simply because we’re constantly visible and accessible through the media, without really knowing who we are or what we’re capable of.

On top of that, you’re the visual, the face everyone admires. Who wouldn’t be drawn to someone who's not only stunning but also famous? It’s like the perfect package for embodying every girl’s fantasy.

Ayato’s monologue

Laito… he always knows what to say.

Seriously, this guy is so aware of everything around him to the point that it’s becoming unsettling.

And the worst part? He’s not just talking—he’s right, which is why it almost hurts to hear it.

At the end of the day, we idols are just puppets, carefully crafted to feed into the fans’ delusions. They don’t see us for who we truly are, but rather as a fantasy they can cling to.

And we, caught in the spotlight, are forced to live out that role.

Before becoming an idol, I was surrounded by people who kept me around because of my looks. At first, the amount of attention felt good, but as I mature, I realize just how hollow that really is.

I can’t help but wonder… if it weren’t for my appearance or status, would anyone actually treat me nicely? Would anyone be willing to accept me, flaws and all?

Heh… now I just sound stupid. As long as I’m an idol, I doubt I’ll get my answer anytime soon.

Waitress: Here we go, gentlemen. The Cosmopolitan and the Tequila.

Laito: Hello, earth to Ayato-kun, are you still in there?

— waves in front of his eyes —

Ayato: Yeah, yeah. I was just spacing out a bit.

Laito: Nfu, cheers.

Ayato: Cheers.

— they start drinking —

Ayato: Ngh…!

( My chest… it started aching! )

Laito: Hm, you good?

Ayato: Y-Yeah… I just— Ngh!

( It’s getting worse! )

I need some fresh air, that’s all.

— quickly puts on mask and cap —

I’ll be right back.

— quickly goes outside —

( Haa… Haa… what is happening…!? )

Agh… fuck!

( It hurts…! Could this be…—— )

— eyes widen —

( No… No, don’t tell me this is a real heart attack! )

Hnn… Ngh!

( What… what should I do now!? )

???: Quick! Please, drink this!!

— hands him water —

Ayato: Huh…?

— takes it and starts drinking —

???: A-Are you feeling better? I got another bottle in case you need it too.

Ayato: Haa… Haa… It’s okay now, all good.

???: Are you sure…? You really seemed in a lot of pain.

Ayato: Yeah… no worries.

( This girl… she just saved my life, didn’t she? )

By the way, uhm… thanks for that.

???: A-Ah, it’s nothing, really.

As far as I recall from my father, drinking water after alcohol can help reduce chest pain and lessen the severity of a hangover. I’m glad to see that it actually works.

Ayato: Heck yeah, I’m glad to see that it worked too, otherwise who knows how I would have ended up.

— the girl giggles —

???: You should be more careful though. Drinking too much alcohol can be very dangerous.

Ayato: ( Okay, mom. )

Yeah, yeah, I got it. I’m not usually like that.

Moreover… why exactly did you help me?

???: Eh? What do you mean?

Ayato: ( Could it be that she actually recognized me? )

( My face is practically hidden behind the mask and cap, and we’re in the dark, so there’s no way she could have, right? But if she did… )

???: Uuh… I suppose it was out of pure instinct.

Ayato: Instinct, huh?

???: Yup. You see, I heard you struggling, so there was no way I could brush that off.

Ayato: Hmm… But wait a minute, what were you doing all alone at this hour?

( What if she’s a stalker then? )

???: Ah… uhm… T-That’s a bit embarrassing to say out loud.

Ayato: Oh, come on, you straight up saw me about to drop dead from drinking Tequila. There’s no way this could be more embarrassing than that.

???: Actually… today’s my first day in Tokyo, and I’ve been struggling for almost 3 hours just trying to get to my Airbnb.

I tried taking the subway, but there were way too many lines, and I got lost at some point.

As for taxis, every time I tried to flag one down, the driver just ignored me.

Ayato: ( Nevermind, I’m taking it back. This might truly be more embarrassing. )

Pfft, why didn’t you call for a cab then?

???: I couldn’t find any reliable number…

Ayato: Hmm… Alright then.

I just arranged one for you. You’ll just have to tell them your location and wait for them to get you there. There’s also no need for you to pay.

— lends her money —

???: E-Eh!? Thank you… thank you so much! But I’m sorry, I just can’t accept the money!

Ayato: Nah, it’s fine, seriously. After all, you’re the one who helped me first.

Just promise me you won’t tell anyone about what happened today. Understood?

— the girl nods —

Ayato: Heh, great. Well, I guess it was nice to meet you. Now it’s time for me to return.

???: W-Wait! I forgot to catch your name!

Ayato: …!

( So she really doesn’t know me? )

It’s——

( No… it’s too risky. )

Oh look, the cab arrived! You should hurry up!

???: But—

( He left…? )

Yui’s monologue

As the taxi started moving, I found myself looking back, almost subconsciously, hoping to catch one last glimpse of that boy.

Today had been exhausting, but despite the strange circumstances in which we met, those brief minutes spent with him were oddly comforting.

I wonder who he is and what his life is like. It feels a bit silly, I know, to be thinking so much about someone whose name I don’t even know.

But there was something in his presence that made me feel in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.

Whatever it was, it stuck with me, lingering in my thoughts even after we parted ways.

My journey has only just begun, and yet I can’t shake the feeling that meeting him was no coincidence.

I really hope I get the chance to cross paths with him again.

[thewritetofreespeech]

i want to request Generation of Miracles (knb) reacting to their so being ex gymnasts and/ athlete if possible? Like it just came up in a casual conversation with a parent of s/o showing off old pictures of s/o training and winning medals and trophies but it all unexpectedly ended up with a serious hands injury so they stopped right before a big world wide event? She’s just as flexible as before now with lighter training than before!

Akashi

Surprised in himself that he didn’t know. Akashi makes it a point to be well informed. He is pleased to hear their parents be so proud of them, even if they can’t compete anymore. It’s a rare thing for him for parents to be proud. He does see though that talking about the past hurts them, so he quickly moves to change the conversation to new, current achievements.

Aomine

Aomine never knew. But then again, he didn’t ask. He suddenly realizes talking to their parents that he doesn’t know a lot about his partner, other than just superficial junk that’s not really important. He asks why they never told him about it and they tell him it’s not important anymore, but he can tell that it is. If he lost basketball Aomine would lose it. He can’t think about what they must be going through, losing their dream, and he’s hurt that they didn’t trust him enough to share it with him.

Kise

Excited to talk about their accomplishment. Even though they can’t compete anymore, their work beforehand and their work & knowledge now is impressive. Kise is the only one that doesn’t treat their injury like a loss, but that and opportunity to change course. Like coaching. Or being a manager of a team. He encourages them to continue doing what they love, even if they can’t do it exactly the same, and is supportive of their new goals.

Kuroko

It’s certainly a surprise. Since Kuroko has never met this person, the ‘athlete s/o’, it’s definitely a shift in his opinion of them. He asks a lot of questions on what competitions were like or what is was like doing stunts, but he doesn’t really know too much about the sport of gymnastics. Basketball has been the only one he was ever interested in. Tries to be supportive and notices when they get a little upset talking about it. When he lost his old friends after middle school, he thought he would lose his friends & sport forever. So he can sympathize.

Midorima

He figured that they were some kind of athlete. Based on their build and how they worked out sometimes, they clearly had a strict schedule and routine for performance. Midorimia feels bad for them. He can’t imagine your dream getting taken away like that. All that hard work down the drain. Chooses to not bring it up anymore because he doesn’t want to upset them, but does ask for stretching tips as that is a big part of gymnastics training.

Murasakibara

Doesn’t really know what to say. Murasakibara has never really been interested in his sport. He plays it cause he’s tall, he’s good at it, and it gives him something to do. He would be just as happy not play as he is on a team. So he can’t really understand what they are going through. He thinks their medals are cool though. He’s never gotten a medal for basketball. Maybe if they had those instead of trophies he would be more invested.

+Kagami

It breaks his heart to know that their career is over. Kagami would die if he could never play basketball again, or his dreams of going pro were suddenly over. He can’t imagine how hard that must be, but he knows someone who does. Kagami makes a point to introduce them to Alex. Alex would understand and be a good support person for them. Teaching them how to cope and maybe use their skills for a new hobby or path. Kagami tries to be supportive as well and a source of comfort when they need it. Whatever they need he’s there for them.

[thezombieprostitute]

The Arrangement - Part 5

Summary: Jake's done a lot of things to keep his sister, and then his niece, safe from his parent's influence and manipulation. If he wants to keep them safe, he has to marry you.

Warnings: Bad parents, Implied physical abuse. Let me know if I missed any!

Chapter 4 -- Chapter 6

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You're in the hallway when you hear Clay say his goodbyes to Jake with a promise to visit. It's now just the two of you, the part of the night you've been dreading. You step out to where Jake can see you, keeping your head down.

Jake takes several tries to start talking. Seeing you like this, he gets what Clay saw. It's a splash of cold water on the rage he had initially felt during your "wedding". Where he thought he had seen disappointment and coldness he now sees timidity and fear. Jake has been perceived as many things, annoying, intelligent, dorky, but never scary. He definitely doesn't like that you're scared of him.

"I, uh, I guess we should choose our rooms?" he finally says, making your brows knit in confusion. "I...I know we're..." he gestures at the two of you. "But you...I...we don't have to do anything you don't want." Your eyes widen in surprise and he's quick to add, "it's not because I don't want to, you're beautiful, and I'm sure you're great in bed, and I shouldn't have said that, and I'm sorry, but I'm just so nervous, but I think we'd both sleep better in separate rooms? If that's what you want? Or we can share a bed, if you want, I promise no touching that you don't explicit consent to, and I'm going to stop talking before I make myself look even more awkward than I feel."

He's rubbing the back of his head, cheeks pink, eyes down, clearly uncomfortable. He almost looks more like a teenage boy trying to ask out a pretty girl as opposed to the angry, hateful monster you were certain you'd married. You want to chuckle but the suddenness of the transformation leaves you even more on edge. Is his offer of separate rooms genuine or a trick? You want, so desperately to believe him, but can you?

Remembering the layout of the penthouse, however, gives you an out. "There's only one bed," you inform him. "The other rooms have couches or chairs, but no beds."

"Seriously?" Jake asks. "Why would they do that?"

"My...my guess is that they want to...ensure...that, that we..." you imitate his earlier gesture indicating the both of you and his eyes widen in realization.

"Well, damn," he mumbles. "I'll go ahead and sleep on the couch then, okay?"

"Are you sure? They look like they're meant for looks more than comfort."

Jake gives a soft huff, "I spent enough time in the military that I can sleep anywhere, I promise."

"You're in the military?"

"Formerly," Jake replies. "It's how I met Clay. And it's a very long story that can wait for some other time."

"It's impressive," you admit. Most of the men in your life were the type to act tough but would never actually go through with something as harsh as military training.

Jake blushes again, "well, it's no Masters Degree in ecology. That's a lot of hitting the books! Never was my forte, preferred hands on learning, which is why I never did well at school and I'm rambling again. Sorry about that."

You feel the heat rush to your face. No one's ever acknowledged your degree outside of claiming it was a waste of time and money. You really hope his compliments are sincere, but are still careful to not take them fully to heart. It could easily be another manipulation tactic.

"Thank you," you tell him. "I'll be happy to split the bedding and make sure the guest bathroom has toiletries."

"You don't need to do that," he shakes his head. "I've made do with a lot less and, most importantly, you're not the maid. You don't have to take care of me like that." You open your mouth but kind find the words to respond. He continues, "oh, did you want me to cook breakfast in the morning? I doubt it'll be as good as you cook, that pasta was awesome, but I can do some cooking and you shouldn't have to cook everything, especially not for someone who can cook for themselves, but I also don't want to intrude because you know where everything is and if you prefer to have the kitchen to yourself I completely understand, I just wanna help you out because we're in this together and..." Jake's face scrunches up in a wince, "and I'm rambling again. I'm so sorry."

"Whoever wakes up first makes breakfast?" you propose.

"I like it," he nods.

You go to get some blankets and pillows for him and he waits outside the door to the bedroom. When you give him a quizzical look he replies, "it's your room. I'm not entering without permission." Giving him a contemplative nod, you thank him before handing him everything.

"Goodnight," he tells you. "I hope you sleep well."

"You too," you tell him as diplomatically as you can.

He heads to one of the other rooms and you close the door to the master bedroom suite, your bedroom. As tiring as the day has been, you're not sure you're getting sleep any time soon. Your husband has given you much to think about.

Chapter 4 -- Chapter 6

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Tagging: @alicedopey; @ashdoctor; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn;

@icefrozendeadlyqueen; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly

[pinkteethmarks]

GOOD AND PLENTY; K.B

witchy tip

➤ love spells work better when cast during a waxing moon or a new moon as it symbolises new beginnings

20. bona et multa

m.list.

a soft knock rang through katsuki’s dorm causing a slightly nervous shiver to travel up his spine. the love spell gave him confidence to act like a love drunk fool but now he was faced with the reality, the fact that he does feel strongly about you and does not exactly know how to convey those feelings properly.

he got up from his desk chair and opened the door slowly, as through he feared what was standing behind it.

“hey.” you breathlessly said, holding up the giant tub of peaches and apricot yogurt as well as two spoons, your face pleading to be let in as a shy smile was plastered onto your face.

katsuki’s eyes wandered between the tub and your face, it looked apologetic and soft. your eyes gleamed with hope and the way you slightly bit your lips in apprehension sent his mind spinning. how could he ever say no to a girl like you?

“come in, you witch.” he gruffed out, heading inside his dorm as you followed suit, a bright smile not adoring your beautiful features.

you moved to sit in the middle of the floor, thinking that either you both would sit down or that he would take a seat on the bed.

“what are you doing? sit on the desk chair, i’ll stand.” he scowled.

“no, it’s fine, i’ll stand! it’s your room anyways.” you smiled.

there you go again, making things hard for him with that damn smile that lit up a room and your effortless selflessness that melted his heart. gosh, he really hated you.

more so, he hated how you made him feel and how you could manipulate him with a single look.

‘damn minx.’ he thought to himself as he stared at you for a little while, his hands becoming clammy in his pockets and causing tiny explosions to explode in his hands.

“do what you want, i don’t care.” he muttered, sitting on the chair as you got up to put the yogurt on the table. you handed him a spoon, opened the tub and started eating.

“so, where do you wanna begin?” you asked after swallowing the spoonful you just took in.

katsuki stayed silent, choosing instead to continuing scarfing down large spoonfuls of yogurt.

“okay, i’ll just start with the love spell then… i’m sorry.” you started.

“it wasn’t fair to do that to you, i didn’t do it on purpose. i was so angry with you beforehand and i decided to do a bad luck spell but for some reason i did the wrong ingredients and… well you know the rest.” you apologised, offering a sheepish smile before going in for another bite.

“and i’m sorry for what i said before, about you not being easy to love. previously, i said i didn’t mean it but i think what it is is that i didn’t mean it in the way i put it across. i meant that this- ” you gestured between the two of you. “was hard. loving you is the easiest thing i’ve ever done in my life kat, this whole journey was hard was what i meant. constantly feeling hopeless was hard, seeing that second year happier than ever after hearing about you two was hard, feeling as though my love was unrequited was hard. i’m sorry for saying that, i knew right afterwards that i hit a really sore spot and i don’t want you thinking i did it on purpose.” the more you spoke, the more it felt like there was more to say.

yet, you cut it there. so that you could allow katsuki to process everything and hopefully reply.

“i- uhh, well… it’s not exactly like i made things easy for you.” katsuki muttered awkwardly, his eyes trained on the tub to avoid eye contact with you.

“listen, i get it. i can be… difficult or whatever the fuck you wanna call me, but it just annoys me when the one person i thought could handle me sudden backs out.” katsuki said slowly, talking about his feelings were hard for him but through therapy and having crybaby best friends, he’s managed to learn how to do it.

“i understand, and trust me, i am not backing out.” you responded firmly, causing katsuki to finally look up at you, a smirk growing in his features.

“damn right you aren’t, your stuck with me forever now.” katsuki chuckled.

“right where i wanna be.” you smiled in response.

“but i do have to say something… i, um, i am.. kinda- sorry.” katsuki struggled to get it out.

even though he sorted out his problems with izuku, apologies were still quite hard for him. it felt awkward and clunky coming out of his mouth, but you very much appreciated the effort he’s made.

“katsuki bakugou apologising in 4k?” you joked

“shut up you wannabe mage, a man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do.” katsuki scoffed.

“someone’s been hanging around ejiro for too long.” you further joked.

“anyways… i just… i was doing a lot of thinking about everything that happened before hand and i realised something, i never apologised for leading you on for so long and that whole second year thing.” katsuki explained.

“i never meant to lead you on, i was just scared to be honest. i didn’t think i was, the man you needed or that i could even become the man you needed. plus, the only reason i texted that extra was because, i was planning on asking you out and i need to test out my skills on some loser. i wanted it to be perfect, only the best for you. but she ruined it by opening her big mouth and causing a shit ton of rumours.” your eyes were fully blown out wide as katsuki explained everything.

you thought back to everything, how the whole reason this whole love spell conundrum started was because of that second year. just for you to find out, she was never even the main goal for him to begin with? he did it all for you?

you felt so stupid now.

you slapped your hands onto you face and groaned loudly, feeling embarrassment crash into you like a wave and drown you as you realised you started a whole problem over nothing.

“i feel so dumb, i feel so stupid. please, kill me now.” you muffled out through your hands.

“you should and i will, if you had just waited instead of spinning your shit, we would’ve skipped all of this. you would’ve been my girlfriend by now.” katsuki rolled his eyes, pretending a blush was not presenting itself on his face.

“so confident that i would’ve said yes?” you joked around, hands still covering your face.

katsuki pulled you on his lap, peeling your hands from your face slowly as his crimson pool washed any other feelings away, keeping your focus on him.

“of fucking course you would’ve said yes! what, we have a little arguments and now all of a sudden you thinking of other guys?! fucking cheater.” katsuki yelled, ruining the slightly romantic moment.

“calm down kat! yelling down this entire building, damn. who even said i was thinking about other guys?!” you laughed.

“yeah, well, you’re mine and that’s that.” katsuki replied angrily.

“are you… asking me out?” you raised an eyebrow.

“sure, if that’s what you wanna call it.” he muttered out softly.

“ask me properly, then.” you smiled as you playfully hit his chest.

“ok, be mine.” katsuki said sternly.

as soon as he finished that sentence, you crashed your lips onto him. this time, there was no internal conflict, no moral integrity being questioned nor was that feeling of forbidden desire. this time, there was no question about it, it was completely right.

you two melted into one another, becoming whole as you both kissed each other feverishly. katsuki’s lips slightly quivered with nerves, you can tell he’s still new to this - it was unlike the kiss done while he was under a spell, this was raw and real.

you felt as though you were high, you could taste the faint whispers of peaches left on his tongue, you could feel his his heartbeat spell out your name, chanting for your body and mouth to call to him, respond to him.

you were in heaven.

after a little while, you pulled away, both your lips slightly swollen from intensity of the kiss and grins decorating both of your love struck faces.

“holy fuck, was it that good the last time we kissed?” katsuki sighed out as his eyes were trained onto your lips.

“definitely not, guess this is what love does to a person.” you giggled.

“good, because i like this and i love you.” katsuki said, his eyes bouncing between your own and your lips.

“say it again.” you laughed giddily.

“i love you.” katsuki repeated.

you squealed as you peppered his face in kisses, his heavy blush intensifying by the second.

“nerd.” katsuki rolled his eyes, pretending to be nonchalant about you, his first love, finally being in his arms after so long of all these stupid games.

and he’ll be damned if he ever loses you again. like he said, you’re his and his only forever.

NOTES; IM BACK (never left but now i’m properly updating !!) but omg this fic is FINSIHED (except for the epilogue but you get it) THANK YOU SOO MUCH FOR SO MUCH SUPPORT DURING MY FIRST EVER FIC?? LIKE HELLOOOOO lowkey gonna miss my baby, but check or easy with oliver aiku and im cooking up a haikyuu sakusa vs iwaizumi fic so just… LET ME COOK. ANYWAYS THANK YOU GUSY AGAIN, ILYSM ❤️

[yandereforme]

Yandere batfamily time travel au (different/angsty version)

The bad family gets thrown into the future, about 20 years or so. They are them faced with three major villains who lives in Gotham and have somehow become worse than the joker in terms of casualties. Two of them are front fighters, well, the third is said to be the boss and is not seen often. Their counterparts are pretty much obsessed with fighting this person. However, it isn’t long before their nemesis kidnaps one of the Wayne’s from the past, and that is when they meet you.

You are the third member, and contrary to popular belief you are not the boss. It’s more of a Harley Quinn sort of situation. The two main fighters are people who recruited you after your foster parents sold you to human traffickers, because you developed meta-abilities. Those two ‘rescued’ you and trained you to use your abilities to help them commit crimes, though they usually disguise you whenever you go out, so no one knows you exist. The rest of the time, you are usually treated as a servant/pet.

I think the first person they kidnapped was definitely Damian. However, none of the kidnappers realized that Damian had a tracking device as well as a comm. after a little bit, they all start becoming protective of you, and I can see several of them attempting to be kidnapped just to see you.

After a little while, the fight happens. They are winning when, suddenly, a shot rings out and you fall to the ground. The bullet had been meant for one of them (you can choose which one, though I am mostly thinking Bruce for the Maximum angst) but you moved in the way of it. You got shot for them. You saved them, but paid for it with your life.

Before you die, you look whoever you saved in the eye, and ask them to make sure that this didn’t happen again. You meant it as making sure human trafficking were destroyed, and those with abilities were put in good homes, or that no villain could use someone the way you had been used. However, the bat family takes this as permission to make sure you never become a villain ever again.

When they get to their original timeline, the first thing they do is search for you. You were a chubby three year old, knew you hadn’t discovered your powers until you were five. It was fairly easy to frame your parents for a crime, and take you with them to the manor. You were never going to have to struggle again. You saved their lives. Now they were going to return the favor.

[n3ptoonz]

hellooo it's okay if you choose not to write this!! but like im going thru it rn & was thinking how would the mk men be with someone who thrives off of being validated? i'm thinking raiden, kung lao, smoke, but anyone else you want too! kinda like some fluffy pick me up content :(

ofc i can do this, seems easy enough and i hope you're doing alright anon <3 if not at the moment, this feeling won't last forever!

mk1 hcs: how raiden, kung lao, smoke, and rain give praise/validation to their s/o

no warnings just fluff, more bullet points than usual since i'm doing four characters (and writing for them har har har) i use praise and validation interchangeably here if that's okay

hope this is good!

Raiden

raiden is almost always giving you praise and validation for just about anything

your skill, how well you cook, if you don't cook how well you help him out, to even how well your cleaning is

a swift "wow, you're amazing" "do i tell you i love you enough?" "how did you do that? impressive!" are in order whenever he deems fit (literally all the time)

don't let him find out you're down about something, because you're not leaving this house until he sees that smile

he holds you close more often and whispers cute things to you. some jokes, some things are more personal/targeted comments of validation

"you do know that i love you, right?" "you're the best thing to happen to me." "whatever has you down, we're in this together."

don't be surprised when you wake up one day and there's baskets full of freshly picked fruit on the dining table too. he hates to see you frown, so he does everything in his power to hear your laughter again

Kung Lao

as much as he loves receiving validation and being told he's the best at any given moment, he loves giving it too

for him it's usually on occasions where he really means every single word he's saying. like if you were to finally get a move you've been trying for like a week, he's your number one cheerleader

"i saw that out there, you're doing so well!" "shit, where'd you learn that from?! teach me!" "i am so proud of you"

if you're down, he's dropping everything to be by your side, if he can. whatever plagues your mind is an enemy of his now

he holds your hand(s) and is surprisingly very patient with you. well, is it really surprising when he professes his love for you every chance he gets?

"i'm here for you, love" "whenever you're ready, i'm always listening" "do i need to beat anybody's ass? just say the word."

he would also bring fruit (yes, he stole raiden's idea) and offer to train with you more for comfort or to tease you to take your mind off things (code word for endless flirting)

Smoke

when it comes to tomas, contrary to the popular belief of him being a smug thug that beats up old ladies, he's from shy boy city. population: him

on both ends he doesn't know how to react/isn't that good at giving praise. he'll either stumble over his words or do something else to show you he cares. it's really only when it comes to you cause he has to be confident around everybody else

he'll give an enthusiastic thumbs up from across the room, walk past you and whisper "great job!", or wait until it's just you two in the room so he can pepper your face with kisses (i need him so bad)

but hold up...you're feeling down? nah, that simply won't do. his shyness is gone and he's a little too ready to bring someone's head as a treasure if someone hurt you

"are you alright? i've got your back." "i would do anything for you" "i love you so much, don't forget that."

he would try his best efforts to spend more time with you and do more things around the house. hell, if he really had it his way you would never lift a finger ever again

Rain

rain is a man of few words. the way he operates is he doesn't really feel the need to keep saying the same thing over and over again, but that changed with you

now it wasn't a huge change, but he definitely had no opposition to letting you know when he noticed you, and he knows you'd do the same if not more

"i like what you did there, keep it up" "how did i get so lucky?" "you make me great at what i do"

he finds out you don't feel too hot? prepare to know what royalty feels like, because that's how he's going to treat you. technically you have a walking water-cooler at all times, so now you're definitely never doing anything yourself again

"i've got it taken care of, don't you worry about a thing" "your wish is my command." "if someone did something to you, they will regret it. i promise."

behind that calm and cool demeanor he was lowkey freaking out because he doesn't like seeing you down. he'd offer to make all types of natural medicines or potions, and when you tell him you just need him around, he's fine with putting work off until you feel better

a/n: i found out a few weeks ago charles from rdr and rain mk1 share the same va. i KNEW he sounded familiar mm mm mm

[mariaace]

Hehe,me again.😌 Can you write dating headcanons for Inumaki😙😙

A/n:hello. Ofc you again. And YES INUMAKI. Also i promise, I'm writing the reqs😭

Warnings:none Genre:fluff Type:headcanons

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EHH >< INUMAKI

Okay so first you two were most likely friends before you started dating. Shocking i know.

So you know sign language? Do you? Because if you do it would be awesome, but even if you don't you two would till find a way to communicate

You are probably the only one he lets his curse speech. I mean you're the only one who hears him talk freely.. sometimes...

Inumaki, how do i phrase this, he is just so like playful despite the fact that he chooses not to talk

Little games with him that are just between the two of you are the best thing ever. Like, there will be some tings, that only you and him know.

Love language is physical touch and no one can tell me otherwise. Like he can't say exactly how much he loves you, so he'll show you instead, by clinging onto you, hugging you, kissing you every chance he gets etc.

Love language for recieving is also physical touch, but and probably words of affirmation mostly, because he can't say them to you :(

Listening together to music is a daily thing you two do. Like you have a playlist for when you go on walks, train, etc.

Speaking of that, he often feels bad, that he can't talk to you and actually tell you how much he loves you and appreciates you, so pls pls reassure him about it.

Tying his hair up at the front. I don't know exactly how it's called, but like when it's just a little hair at the bangs

Now I've seen a lot of fics about Inumaki using his cursed speech in general, buy i think that he would be too scared to do so, because it's you, he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you in any way.

Me personally my fav headcanon about dating Inumaki, is that when you kiss him his marks from the tounge and the side of his mouth get marked on your face for a little, before disappearing again💜

I also think that he gives very good hugs. Why? Because he always gives hugs to panda and is used to do it, so most of the time it's hugging, he loveees cuddling

©mariaace 2024 please do not copy, translate, steal or claim any of my works!

Reblogs are highly appreciated!

@dazailoveschuuya

[the-blue-fairie]

Art by @shes-an-iso – commissioned by me and posted here with permission

Realization.

It is ten years ago and I am watching Frozen.

It is ten years ago and I am watching Elsa transform herself into her truest self, watching her spin threads of blue around herself, seizing power for herself – radical self-actualization.

The glint of Elsa’s ice dress reflects in my eyes as I watch Elsa strut into the sunlight – and I do not have words for why I am so moved.

I do not have words, but the shimmer stays.

It is ten years ago and I am choosing to become a part of the Frozen fandom.

I have lurked in fandom circles before, but never posted a thing, never made an account.

It is my first time being part of an online fan community – and, as awful as fandoms can be at times, this fandom – for me – ten years ago – is truly a community.

I begin to make friends in the Frozen fandom.

Some of these friends are trans.

The gleam of Elsa’s hair in the rose-gold dawn shines again in my eyes, and shyly, I begin asking questions of my friends.

Realization is nothing without the words to process it – and my friends give me words, my friends help me to understand.

I am a trans woman.

It is in this online space that I first take the name Liza for myself, since this online space is the only place that I can allow myself to be.

I build for myself. My blog is my own ice palace. What I cannot sculpt in daily life, I carve within online spaces – offering my writing, my thoughts, my edits, my soul to the world.

Everyone here knows me as Liza.

Even as I’m in the closet to my family for years, in here, I am Liza. My friends know me as I am, and as Liza is all they will ever know me.

But I am in the closet. For years.

(It’s why Do You Want to Build a Snowman still breaks me.)

In the closet more out of some misplaced sense of duty to my family than out of dread, though I am scared. Always scared. And then in the closet because I feel it’s better if I bury this. Not better for me, but for them. If I’m bleeding inside, it doesn’t matter. I can put on a show. I have fine-woven gloves. Well-taught decorum. Be the good girl you always have to be, etc.

(Maybe it’s my fault I’m in the closet for years. Anons on this site have told me that in the past. I don’t have it as bad as others in the closet, I’m just a coward, the fault is mine, the fault is mine…)

Fuck off.

(People blame Elsa for the thirteen years in the same way, placing the blame on her and not the tutelage that trained her, because her parents loved her, you see, and love becomes a convenient means of shifting blame to the victim.)

In June 2016, after the Pulse shooting, I make a post about how I’m never going to come out. I am terrified, heartbroken, mangled by grief – but my friends are there for me. My friends send me messages of support, of compassion.

I still cherish the memory of those.

Years pass. When I finally come out to my father, I can barely say the words, barely look him in the eye.

It is ten years since Frozen and I have come out to my family – far too late. I have been on HRT more than a year now.

(My dad still misgenders me when he thinks I’m out of earshot. He resents when I get frustrated with him over this.)

It is ten years since Frozen and I am Elsa on the North Mountain, staring into the whirlwind of an uncertain future, defiant and scared.

And I know – I know – that I didn’t process I was trans because of the film – it was because of the friendship of fellow trans people, trans people who happened to be Frozen fans a decade ago – but my journey of self-realization, my time in the closet, my creation of a sense of self, are so entwined with memories of Frozen that I can’t help but think of it when thinking about my own transition…

Can’t help but think of Elsa, hips swaying, arms outstretched, flashing, radiant –

Happy tenth anniversary, Frozen.

And thank you. Thank you.

(This is okay to reblog. In fact, please do. It is a sliver of my soul that I offer to the world.)

[shadeysprings]

A Toast to New Beginnings

—Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary — Reconnecting with your childhood best friend was supposed to be a wonderful experience—until it wasn't.

Warnings — noncon/dubcon, drugging, implied kidnapping, childhood best friends to lovers with a dark twist, possessive Bucky and more that I could have forgotten.

Word Count — 1.7K

A/N — My second entry for @thebasementspouses The 12 Men of Christmas Writing Challenge. And it was such a thrill to write for Bucky again. As soon as I was able to choose what item to pair with him, my mind just went berserk. I mean, how could you not?!

Shoutout to my beta @sgt-seabass. But all mistakes are mine alone.

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and your reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️

“It’s really good to see you again, Bucky.”

The smile you give him is mirrored on his face as he takes your empty plate, stacks it with his, and places them in the sink.

It’s been years since you last saw him, years since you ran away from home and established a new life in the city. You thought he would be angry for leaving him, your only friend in your small town, after you had both promised to be there for each other no matter what.

Though life back then was tough and unpredictable. And as a teenager, it gave you no choice but to leave everything behind, to escape the hardships. Including him.

The years seem to have worn on him with the way he’s grown. You couldn’t believe that this is the same Bucky you knew who roughed up the kids that made fun of you, and stole lollipops from the local store just because you wanted them. He was reckless back then, a bad boy as the old women called him. But now, he seems like an entirely different person and yet at the same time familiar. Like home.

Gone is the long hair you’ve always known him to have, recalling how he beat up the boys who teased him for it, and loved how his mother would comb it out for him despite saying how much he disliked it. Now, his hair is neatly trimmed with the shadow of his beard just kissing his face. He’s also grown bigger; muscles bulged from his shoulders and arms, almost making his navy henley shirt too tight for him. 

Guilt suddenly swirls around you, twiddling your fingers together as you remain seated at table and watch him tidy up the kitchen. You even take the time to observe his apartment—a complete bachelor’s pad. But you can’t help but notice the small touches he’s added that reminds you of his childhood home.

He’s never brought up the past once since you met last week by chance at the grocery store. Never once has he shown any emotions of betrayal for what you’ve done. But with you, it’s all you’ve been thinking about after parting ways and agreeing to his invitation to reconnect.

“You remember my mama’s eggnog back then?” He says, disrupting your train of thought, a smile still ever present on his lips when you look up at him.

You smile once more, the memory washing over you like a wave. “How can I forget? She always made mine with chocolate.”

“You always were her favorite,” he laughs heartily. “Liked you more than her own son.”

“Well, she always did want a girl. And I’m the closest thing to a daughter she’ll ever have,” you say with equal mirth.

“Yeah, yeah. Go sit on the couch.” Bucky instructs with a playful inflection in his voice.  You stand from the dining table, already making your way to the living room. “I’ll bring you a mug before I give you your present.”

“Present?” That surprises you.

Taking a seat on the couch, you finally notice a small red box sitting on the low coffee table, your name written on the card. You didn’t know he was preparing something for you, and you came to his place empty handed. If the situation were different, if this were to happen in the past, you would have teased each other about it. But with so much time wedged between the both of you, you can’t help but feel another bout of remorse and realize how much things have changed.

“Here you go.” 

You look up at Bucky and take the offered mug, the warmth radiating in your palms. He joins you on the couch, a mug for himself in his hand, and a smile grazes his face when he takes a sip. His blue eyes cast over at you, curiosity present. 

“You’re sad.” He says, turning in his seat to face you completely. “Did something upset you?”

Placing your drink on the table, you clasp your hands tight and stare blankly into nothing. Of course something upset you. Everything since Bucky came back into your life upset you. It wasn’t because he was part of the past you wanted to forget but more so because you abandoned him.

Yet here he is, making you meals and your favorite drink, the gift adding to the pain that you desperately keep hiding deep in your chest. 

“Bucky— I—”

“You don’t have to say anything.” You look over at him when he interrupts, his mug now sitting beside yours. “You did what you had to do, I know. It took time to accept it, but I eventually did.” His hands then envelop yours, his warmth seeping into your skin. There’s a slight smile on his face, the same one that always brought you comfort whenever something troubled you. 

Slowly, he reaches over to give your cheek a gentle pinch, ultimately making you chuckle at the childish gesture. Your mug is placed between your palms, and he takes his all the same, sipping on it before nodding in your direction. 

“Go on. Mama’s eggnog always makes you feel better during the holidays,” he urges. 

“Well, she always made mine special,” you respond, sticking your tongue out playfully at him, and take a heavy gulp of the warm beverage. But your face twists when you swallow, a sour aftertaste scattering on the surface of your tongue that makes you look at your mug, then at Bucky. 

“Is something wrong?” He asks in concern.

“No,” you say, trying to appease him, but the cough you release lets him know otherwise. “Just— I don’t remember it being this bitter.”

“Shit. I must have added too much cinnamon in it.” There’s a frown on his lips as he stands from his seat, holding his hand out for the mug. “I can make you a new one if you like. Probably hold back on the cinnamon this time.”

“Oh, don’t bother.” You tell him, schooling your features as you take another sip. “It’s still good. But maybe I can have a glass of water with it?”

“Already on it.” 

You take another mouthful as he leaves for the kitchen, hoping to get used to the bitter aftertaste. But it’s an endeavor you stop, placing the mug back on the coffee table and instead reaching out for the red box to guess its contents. 

But your heart begins to beat at a rapid pace, hands shaking uncontrollably, and you gasp when you feel your muscles tighten then loosen altogether, making you lean back against the cushions of the couch like a wilted flower as you try to decipher what’s happening. You try to call for Bucky to help you in your mysterious ordeal, but no matter how hard you try, no words leave your lips. And in just a matter of seconds, you’re rendered helpless and incapacitated. 

Your eyes widen when you see Bucky return, eyes cast down on you as he sets the glass of water beside your mug. He says nothing, not even questioning how you’ve come to be this way, yet there seems to be no sense of urgency permeating through him. And instead, he lets out a chuckle when he takes your legs from the floor and lifts them up to the couch. 

“Well, what do you know! It does have a fast reaction time,” he says with a grin, taking a seat at your side and reaching over to caress your face.

What? He did this on purpose? But why?

Confusion runs wildly in your head as tears stream down your cheeks. You feel nothing yet everything all at once; the sound of his heavy breaths when he leans closer, the heat that flutters on your skin when he grazes his fingertips against it, and the sight of his intense stare, how the blue of his eyes grow bolder, the concern and, dare you say, love in them earlier replaced with hunger, possessiveness and something darker.

“After years of waiting, I finally have you, my Dove.” 

That name. 

It’s been years since you’ve heard it. And it was only him and his mother who called you as such. The name that used to bring you joy each time you heard it. Yet now, it elicits fear in your chest.

Sapphire orbs bores into your eyes while his hand caresses your cheek. “Unlike before, I won’t let you go that easily.” His hand snakes down to your neck, then lower to your breast, taking a tit in his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “In all honesty, you did this to yourself. If you never left me, we would never be in this situation. We could have been married. Living a simple life on the outskirts of town. Maybe even here in the city.” Releasing your breast, he pushes his hand lower, skating down your blouse and stopping just at the edge of your jeans. With deft hands, he undoes the button and pulls down the zip, your chest pounding as you foresee the coming events, wanting to kick him away from you—but it’s no use.

You no longer see your childhood best friend, your protector through the years. What you see is a stranger, a monster, here to haunt you through the next.

He’s strong, pulling the fabric off your thighs and tossing them haphazardly to the ground. He then stands, eyes raking over your body, and you’re once more stricken with fear when he starts to undo his pants. 

“Now, I’ll make sure that you never leave me,” he continues, kicking his pants away and taking your legs in his hands, lifting them over his shoulders as he kneels before you. 

You do nothing but watch in horror and feel his ministrations when he pushes your panties aside and presses his thumb against your clit. He rolls it slowly, teasing, dampening your cunt with each stroke he makes, pulling at the pleasure you desperately tamp down, but all your efforts are useless with your body subdued.

He lines his cock against your cunt, feeling the way he rubs the tip against your folds, taunting to penetrate at any moment. 

“This time, I’ll make sure we’ll be together forever.”

[losergames]

just found out abt this game like yesterday, started playing without any high expectations and i've played through the whole thing at least twice already! the way you're introducing the story and the conflicts is so good, and can i just say, the way you make the world feel alive?! its crazy?!?!

every single character we meet even if its just for one scene is so full of life and personality. it always feels like they have their own stuff going on in the background, and that's such a rare thing to find in writing in general, never mind IFs! your characterization is just SOO good, every interaction you write feels like its real people talking and bickering, even the scenes of the crew fighting like a bunch of toddlers XD

it's the little details, like when MC takes the bus instead of going w Markus in ch 4, and you choose to listen in to the conversations happening around MC, and every single one of them feels so real. those ppl feel like ppl i could meet irl, and they're just NPCs! they don't directly impact the story, but they feel real, they make the world come alive and really help immerse the reader in the story in a way i've rarely seen before in IFs

this might sound a bit odd, but i also appreciate the fact that there hasn't been a single flirt option (that i've found at least) so far. so many IFs sometimes feel like they're rushing the romance, like you need to clock in your RO straight away and every interaction you have w them matter just to raise a relationship stat, and that's not a bad thing by itself but it can impair the story and the experience if not done well. this IF has been a bit of a breath of fresh air, like there's no rush, you can take your time getting to know the characters and build your MC and get immersed in the universe without worrying abt every single option you pick... its just nice! it feels good, having the time to know the characters before having to choose what kind of relationship you'll have w them, when so often you have to do the opposite

your writing feels alive, and i love it so much. that's all i wanted to say, i can't wait to see what happens next in the story! hope you're having a good day!!

hello!!!! thank you so so much for the wonderful ask, i've been re-reading it a lot the past few days as i've been writing haha. i can't say enough how much it's given me a boost recently.

honestly i just really love writing about people! chop shop has so many people with problems trying to navigate the world, whether it's the random couple on the train, one of the crew members, or even the PC.

i think the best advice i've ever gotten writing wise is the world you create is only as interesting as the side characters. they're a really great tool to present exposition and details about the world without a long build up or attachment.

also i'm so glad you've brought up the flirt thing haha. PC is in a very stressful situation right now!!! i can't imagine thinking about romance with all the shit that's going on. kidnapping, blackmail, bribery, debt problems etc etc. the romances to me are more variation then actual routes if that makes any sense. if PC and a crew member end up having feelings or relations then it'll add more complications down the line when PC is making some definitive choices during the end game.

thank you again and i hope you're having a lovely day ❤️

[roachesbf]

Young Master Hanzo crushing on Genjis Guard (Male reader Headcanon)

Banner @ LovelDayForlt (Steam Workshop)

Hanzo tries to not make it obvious that he’s got a new sort of fascination towards you, especially trying to keep it out of Genji's prying eyes. Although to his younger brother it’s very obvious how down bad his older brother is for his guard. The first few times he tries getting answers out of Hanzo, he pushed too many buttons such as “Anija do you like (Y/N),?!!?!”  which just led with a red faced brother stopping out of the room. He bumps into you on his way out and you ask what’s wrong, seeing as he’s fuming and stomping out of the room. He only looks you up and down, huffs and continues to walk away.

You enter the room he just left and look at Genji confusingly. “I don’t think your brother likes me all that much…” Muttering quietly as you take a seat next to him. Genji's only examining you, trying to come up with a plan to get that stick out of his brother's ass so that the two of you can get together. 

“Nah that’s just how he is, anyways about my brother. What do YOU think about him?” Once he figures out what you like about his brother he’ll take up any excuse to bring up your compliments about him. Like “Oh anija did you know that (Y/N) thinks you take very good care of your hair!! He says it looks so smooth,” or “Anija (Y/N) thinks it’s very impressive how strong and serious you are!! I heard that’s what he likes in a man!!” Once again Hanzo is ripping his hair due to Genjis actions, telling him to basically butt off and he doesn’t need his brother getting into his personal life. Genji only sees this more as a challenge and is willing to accept it. 

In moments where Genjis is not pestering either of you, he’s simply eyeing you. There’s a level of concentration in his eyes that differs from the way he looks at anyone else. He wants to memorize your features, he wants to remember the way you talk, and how you interact with your environment. He loves your protective nature for his brother, he’ll tsk at his brother for getting into a fight but seeing you step in between Genji and the stranger pulls at his heart. Hanzo for sure loves watching you train with his brother, especially if you’re winning. He’ll place a hand on your shoulder and congratulate you, Genji simply looks at the two of you. Wanting to complain about losing but also not wanting to interrupt your little bromance, as Hanzo gives you more tips for the future. 

I think before this bromance is created Hanzo has a little phase where he’s very in denial about his feelings for you! Especially since he is the eldest son to the Shimida Clan, he shouldn’t be thinking this way towards you. Genji knows this and does his best to try and console his brother, telling him that breaking the rules to be happy is sometimes a good thing. Of course he doesn’t listen and ignores the advice, instead choosing the next best thing. Ignoring you. You go to your master all defeated because it feels like his brother did a complete 180 on you, before he could at least tolerate being in the same room as you but now he wont even look at you!! You ask Genji if maybe his brother hates him. Genjis about to say know before he gets the best idea ever. All Hanzo needs a little push, even if he keeps insisting he doesn’t need it.

“Mmm knowing my brother who hates fun, he probably does. But don’t worry he’s like that with everyone!” That does little to comfort you and Genji knows it. This is what Hanzo needs, if not this will create a little bit of a better bond between the two of you once he finally talks to you. Which doesn’t happen for a while. The awkwardness between the two of you is terrible for Genjis mental state. He KNOWS you wanna talk to each other so bad but his brother is too stubborn and you’re too upset. The only person he’ll actually take advice from is his father, who begins to notice the behavior shift in each other. He calls Hanzo over for a walk, just to chat. He doesn’t try to make it obvious that he knows about Hanzos feelings but he talks about how he a leader needs to act mature.How little things shouldn’t get in the way of something bigger than he thinks.

Hanzo later takes his fathers words into consideration. It isn’t your fault, you haven’t done anything bad. So there really was no reason for him to give you the cold shoulder, how he’s acting like a child with the way he’s been acting around you. That wasn’t the way a future clan leader would act. He needed to make it up to you, are sadly there is only one person he knows that knows you like the back of his hand.

[sorrygotthesesacks]

I found you through your sebsil/silbek fics on ao3 and let me tell you I love each and every single one that I’m almost inspired to write them as well! I have no time our work ethic for that😅

Sorry to continue rambling, but imagine Malleus instates Silver as the next housewarden of Diasomnia once he goes off for his internship and Silver starts to wear the housewarden uniform (the one that has the window showing the chest/clavicle). And Sebek (the emotionally constipated man he is) doesn’t know how to feel because 1) ITS SILVER. He’s seen him in various modes of dress before because they’ve known each other for so long, but casually seeing something that Silver usually keeps covered under his collar is making him feel things and 2) Now others can see Silver’s chest/clavicle which used to be something only he could see when they were training during hot days and that knowledge also makes him feel things jealousy.

Idk sorry for the ramble again I just love the idea that the fae are instinctively territorial over things/people they deem theirs (even though Sebek knows that Silver isn’t his… but maybe he could be 😋)

First, thank you so much! I'm really happy to hear that you love my portrayal of Silbek/Sebesil. I just love their dynamic and how they are with each other - and how they talk about each other to their classmates. For all that they bicker like an old married couple, they have so much respect for each other and they know that they can count on each other. Sebek's bragging about Silver in Fairy Gala Remix? Silver assuring Riddle that Sebek can scale that sheer cliff to retrieve the lantern blossom in Camp Vargas? The way Silver teases Sebek in Glorious Masquerade? And, of course, the way they have been there for each other in Book 7. That didn’t come out of the blue!

Time and work ethic aside, if you're ever inspired to try your hand at writing them, you can always start off with something low pressure like "five lines of dialogue" or "Sebek's opinion on carbonated beverages." You don't even need to post it. You don't even need to FINISH it. To paraphrase Lilia in Sebek's lab vignette - the vignette that made me start shipping Silbek in the first place - when the beast hungers, you should feed it. (Even if all you can feed it is a few crumbs.)

Anyone is always welcome to ramble about these two. As long as there are paragraph breaks and I'm not facing a big wall of text, ramble away! (Half my fics in every fandom are cleaned up versions of me rambling about something)

I like where you are going with this housewarden uniform thing. I imagined that, like with Riddle choosing his dorm uniform based on tradition, that Silver wouldn't wear exactly the same thing that Malleus did - but he could certainly be convinced to do so.

Sebek might think that Silver must uphold Diasomnia's tradition with that take on the uniform, with much scolding that Silver must not do anything to cause embarrassment while his uniform is fashioned after Malleus.

Or, perhaps, Silver's spin on the housewarden uniform takes elements from Malleus' - like Sebek, he has the utmost respect for Malleus and has said more than once that he doesn't want to embarrass Malleus or make Malleus look bad.

And I do like the idea of Silver exposing his clavicle in such a way.

(And if not, at the very least, there should be some incident where the uniform's fastenings loosen in a way that exposes the aforementioned clavicle.)

Would Sebek be flustered? I think yes, seeing this uniform on Silver would definitely do Things to Sebek. Like you said - it's Silver. And of course, Sebek is totally not even the least bit jealous, not even when someone makes an offhand comment about the uniform looking really good on Silver or something.

The idea of territorial fae is a good one. Poor Sebek, feeling this sense of "Silver is mine" - especially as Silver starts talking about his own internship and Sebek realizes that, once again, he and Silver will be apart, just like when Silver went to Night Raven College. Sebek is very emotional, and I could see him blurting something out.

I can also see him completely overreacting if Silver says something first. I have a lot of ideas in my head about Sebek in his third year, as the Diasomnia housewarden, and a current WiP that maybe I should dust off. (That one, and the lost prince AU that I started writing before anything was confirmed in Book 7. And maybe that other one where Sebek very much does overreact when Silver says something first.)

See? I rambled right back at you. This is a Ramble Friendly zone.

Anyway, thanks for sharing your thoughts with me!

[batwritings]

Hi again Bat!! Hope your year’s going well so far. Got a couple more requests-hope you don’t mind!

Can I get Gaz with a rival reader, who’s not exactly his enemy, but has always been his competition? Basically, they’ve been frenemies since selection, before they even both got into their respective positions in 141. Between their silent competitions during training, to their snarky comments to each other during missions, they’re always trying to one-up each other. Eventually, at some point, they find themselves struggling for some semblance of control over the other in bed, desperate to win once and for all.

-Hybrid

Hmm, I don't think I've ever written anything like this! Let's give it a whirl! Enjoy!~

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You and Kyle Garrick have never gotten on well. It wasn't that you were on bad terms necessarily. The two of you had just always been neck and neck in everything, it really did give off that imagery some days.

From the moment you were selected top in one of your shared classes, to the placement of each of you on TF141. In everything, Gaz was you rival to the end. So it wasn't a surprised to see him in front of your door with a frustrated expression one night.

"I had that," he growled as you let him into your barracks. "But nooo, you just had to step in and take up the limelight didn't you?" You couldn't help but smirk, shrugging slightly as he crossed his arms defiantly.

"Wow Sergeant," you mocked, sitting back against your cot. "Didn't realize this would have you in such a tizzy. You gonna do something about it for once?" You spread your legs a bit, clearly meaning to be teasing. It was something you did all the time after a singular instance of catching the man staring while the two of you had to quickly change on a mission. Yet never once did your teammate choose to act on it.

You watched with rapt attention as chocolate eyes looked between your spread legs and your face with a distinct sneer. "You know what?" he says, uncrossing his arms, balled fists at his sides. "I am."

Before you can ask him what he'll do, Gaz is between your legs. He pushes you back against your bed, hold your arms above your head with one hand and a confident smirk. You blush wildly, clearly not expecting the reciprocation and how aroused that simple act just made you.

Eager to turn the tides, you lean up and kiss him roughly, moaning when it's returned without hesitation. Your legs hook behind his, forcing him on you further. The man hums, slipping a hand down your front to rub against your sex.

You rock your hips up, making your two sexes touch behind his hand. Gaz groans, kisses now trailing from your lips to your jaw and down your neck. You sigh in pleasure as the two of you start rocking your hips together.

It's as if the sergeant knew all of your weak spots, easily bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. Meanwhile, your filthy words were egging him on just as bad. "Fuck you feel so good Kyle," and "Please fuck, harder, more--" were things that drove him absolutely wild.

Unfortunately for you, you wouldn't be winning your little spat. One well placed nip against your clothed nipple was the breaking point, having you come undone against his clothed sex. Little appreciative kisses were pressed into your skin as your teammate praised you, ceasing all movement as to not overwhelm you.

"Well done Y/N," Gaz purrs with a rather sweet kiss pressed to your cheek. "Think that gets us even now doesn't it?" You roll your eyes, smiling deviously.

"Oh we're not done here sergeant."

[pursued-by-the-squid]

yeah sorry that sound you can hear is me SCREAMING!!!

gun scene gun scene gun scene gun sc-

“he’s gotten much better at it” SHES TRAINING HIM TO TEXT HER BACK AND BE A BETTER BOYFRIEND OLDER MALE FRIEND WHO GIVES YOU MONEY IN EXCHANGE FOR COMPANY (did they invent a word for that 🤔)

2 BILLION WON ???? sir please stand up

inho letting her cry on him ‘haha i’m so strong and merciless this was all part of my secret evil masterplan’ HES DOWN BAD PLEASE YOUR HONOUR HE JUST DOESNT KNOW IT YET

“seong gihun has won the races before” horse metaphor strikes again i’m eating it up ☝️ seong gihun as both the better and the horse 😩 he’s a gambler and a pawn 🫦 he won the games and lost everything else

inho’s so bitter about the police i love it (poor junho though my lil dora the explorer can never catch a break)

two hugs in one day ?? girl is winning (she is going to suffer so badly)

i’m sorry i’m so obsessed with inho comforting her every time he is lowkey the cause of her distress it’s so awful and evil and funny

and yeah i’m crying thinking about gihun giving her jungbae and junho’s mother’s info like i’m actually devastated

🎶it’s too late to try and save her from being associated with you now gihun she will not go on to do great things without you she is already irreversibly intertwined with your life and your choices you have doomed her to following you into hell just by trying to help her🎶

🩷💕✨🎀💖💞💗✨💘💓THE KISS🎀💞💖💕💗✨🩷💘💓

junho my useless princess ily

oh maaaan the guilt is gonna eat gihun alive when he sees her in the games 😍🤌 is he gonna be mad at her for not listening to him and following him into the games just for her to be like 🔄 i didn’t even choose to be here AND i didn’t leave my house AND the games found me not the other way around AND i’m mad at you for kissing me and then leaving me to be attacked

2x guilt for gihun because he wasn’t there to protect her

IF YOU COUDKNT TELL I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS CHAPTER ITS SO FUCKITN GOOD DJAHSKDKAGSJJDSH

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me carefully crafting this chapter knowing damn well that it's gonna make u lose ur mind:

oh man the gun scene 😏 yeah that one was fun. like trying to determine how many lingering touches gi-hun felt he could get away with + how many lies about their homework does the reader plan to get away with JUST TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM?? they're so stupid together and i love them

fucking instigator in-ho, i cannot with this man. "yeah i'm so cruel and awful, and it doesn't stir up my soft secret feelings at all when you cry into my chest and trust me to take care of you, not at all and fuck you for thinking that, actually i'm gonna send you on a suicide mission because your mere existence threatens every wall i've put up around my heart" 😍 i love him so much

RAAAHHHHHHHHHH OKAY LOOK I AM SO OBSESSED WITH THAT TALK IN-HO & GI-HUN HAD AT THE END OF THE GAMES LAST TIME, THE HORSE RACING METAPHOR WHEN GI-HUN ONLY CAME TO THE GAMES BC OF HORSE RACES, GOT OUT INTO HIS OWN HORSE RACE, NOW HE'S THE PRIZED GELDING ????? IT'S SUCH A RICH LITTLE NUGGET THAT I JUST WNAT TO CHEW ON, THANK YOU FOR APPRECIATING IT

the kiss !!!!!!!!! my stupid desperate suicidal old man !!!!!! (not to toot my own horn here or anything, but that last paragraph in gi-hun's pov where he thinks about dying while remembering the kiss?? actually my favorite chunk of writing i've ever done in my entire life) also do not think about how in-ho watched that from his tablet and felt an insane surge of irritation (aka jealousy) seeing them kiss

ohhhhohohohohohohohoho man i have been chomping at the bit waiting for the games to finally start and i'm so glad we're finally here 😏 you might be onto something there, but 🤭 i guess we'll have to wait and see!!