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true-blue-megamind · 2 years ago

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I have a question. I don't know if this has been asked this before. Why does Roxanne fall for Megamind? I'm crazy happy they end up together but I still wonder why? Most people were scared of him until he saved the day. He kidnapped Roxanne all the time. She was super pissed at him for a while there. He's also not human. How does the whole attraction thing even work when you aren't the same species? Because, yeah, Megs is cool af, but an ET with blue skin and a big head probably wasn't the star of many Metro City girl's wet dreams. Maybe after he started the hero gig since people are just like that but not before. But Roxanne kind of flirted with him before he turned good or anything. So I guess she had to see something in him other people didn't. What do you think it was?

MEGAMIND FAN THEORY THURSDAY: Roxanne’s Attraction

Yes, I’m back again with another Megamind Fan Theory Thursday! Special thanks to this week’s anonymous contributor! I appreciate you, whoever you may be! I also want to express my sincere gratitude to all those who read, like, and reblog these posts… Knowing that you share the love for this fandom is the reason why I continue dedicating time, whenever possible, to researching and writing about these theories. This blog wouldn’t exist without you. Thank you!

If, however, you are that one individual who has inexplicably insisted upon reading two years' worth of articles about a film you still haven’t watched… I continue to have faith you’ll one day see the light. Or at least the movie. Hope springs eternal.

In the meantime: SPOILER WARNING!

We’re all human—at least, I assume most people reading this probably are—and that means we’re imperfect. One of the sadly common flaws of our species is a tendency to be rather judgmental, sometimes without just cause, and we certainly see that occurring in the film Megamind. After all, the alien genius was left to be raised in a high-security jail among presumably dangerous inmates simply due to his appearance and was pressured into supervillainy in part because he was different. Given that fact, along with the fear and ostracization many apparently showed him, there is reason to wonder exactly what first attracted Roxanne Ritchi to the blue man. After all, as today’s contributor pointed out, most humans, if asked to describe their perfect match, might not immediately default to “an alien with a large head and a complexion of a popular primary color, as a random nonspecific example.” Yet Roxanne is most certainly attracted to Megamind. Of course, many fan suggest that she must find him handsome—it’s doubtful she’d be in a romantic relationship with him by the end of the film if she thought him ugly—but they also contend that, given her disinterest in Metroman, the attraction must be more than physical. The question is: what qualities made her fall for him rather than an ordinary human or the supposedly perfect former Defender? Can fan theories shed any light? Let’s take a look!

Not Your Average Damsel

Some may be tempted to suggest that this is merely a typical case of the damsel falling for her rescuer. After all, that’s one of the common superhero tropes, isn’t it? Even Megamind himself, while talking to Titan after training, said that saving a lady was the way to her heart. The problem with this is that, in that particular instance, the blue man was completely and undeniably wrong. His love interest’s attraction had little or nothing to do with him whisking her out of Titan’s murderous clutches.

There are three reasons why fan theories rightfully dispute the concept of Megamind and Roxanne sharing a stereotypical hero/damsel romance. Firstly, the movie itself is well known for subverting superhero genre norms, and indeed that seems to have been one of the major themes of the narrative. Given how much effort was put into turning such conventions on their heads, sometimes even lampooning them, it’s extremely doubtful that the film’s creators would have suddenly adopted such stereotypes in this one case.

Secondly, there is Roxanne herself. This character is spunky, independent, and not easily cowed. During Megamind and Titan’s second fight, we see her holding a broken street sign, preparing to join in the fray. That’s a far cry from the expected behavior of a supposedly helpless damsel. Furthermore, despite being rescued by Metroman multiple times—hundreds, in fact, according to the prequel comic The Reign of Megamind—she states outright that they “were never a couple.” That alone clearly dismisses the idea of Roxanne swooning for the blue man simply because he rescues her. If she were the sort to do that, she would have fallen for Metroman as well—especially considering that most of the people around her apparently believed him to be Mr. Perfect.

The third and final reason is one we’ve touched on before. It bears repeating, however, as it truly puts the proverbial nail in the coffin of the Typical Damsel argument. As our contributor mentioned, Roxanne canonically was attracted to Megamind while he was still a supervillain. During the kidnapping scene, when the blue man draws close and practically purrs a vaguely suggestive line—“such… tricks won’t work on me”—in the reporter’s ear, rather than showing reluctance she asks him to “please talk slower.” Megamind, of course, responds by calling her “Temptress.” Tellingly, while she doesn’t acknowledge it, Roxanne also doesn’t object to the epithet. Fan theories suggest that this obviously indicates there was already attraction on both sides, although its extremely doubtful either would have ever acted upon it. (As a well-known television reporter, Roxanne may have been too well aware of the potential destruction of her career, and Megamind, despite having her at his mercy numerous times, was obviously too goodhearted to make a move without invitation. You can read more about the latter in Megamind and Masculinity.)

Smart is Hot

This, then, leaves us with the question of exactly what did attract Roxanne to Megamind. Does she simply have a thing for blue aliens, or is it something more than that? One fan theory suggests that the answer lies in a line that was cut from the final version of the screenplay. Initially, after telling Megamind, who was then disguised as Bernard, that Metroman had never been her type, she added that she’d always preferred brains over brawn. That is interesting because intelligence is certainly something the former supervillain has in abundance. In a previous Fan Theory Thursday post, Why Kidnap Roxanne, we explored the likelihood of Megamind’s clearly ingenious species being naturally attracted to intellect. The thing is that he may not have been the only one. Merriam-Webster defines the term sapiosexual as someone who experiences “sexual or romantic attraction to highly intelligent people.” As you can guess from the mere fact that this word exists, it is fully possible for some humans to possess this inborn predisposition. Many fans believe that Roxanne Ritchi is, indeed, a sapiosexual, and this may be one reason why she would fall head-over-heels for a super-genius, alien or otherwise. In fact, as discussed in How Smart is Megamind, the blue man may quite literally be the smartest person on Earth, making him extremely alluring to someone already attracted by brilliance.

Indeed, according to fan theories, several things about Roxanne’s character support this idea. She was originally imagined as an investigative reporter, so she’s obviously not stupid. She appears to dislike Hal not based upon his appearance but rather due to his lack of intelligence and his constant harassment. Perhaps the most telling evidence, however, comes from comparing her reactions to Megamind and his former nemesis. As mentioned before, Metroman is supposed to be most people’s idea of masculine perfection. Simply look at the way his fans, especially the female ones, behave during the opening of his museum. Add to this the fact that he is largely based on Superman and Elvis Presley—both of whom were, at one time, considered extremely handsome—and we can safely assume that Metroman is supposed to be some sort of Adonis. He’s also wealthy, famous, and powerful; three qualities that many people might consider great advantages in a potential boyfriend. Nonetheless, Roxanne Ritchi shows no interest at all in him.

Conversely, while dating Megamind in his guise as “Bernard,” the woman’s attention—and perhaps her heart—seem to be captured by his conversation, intellect, wit, and humor. She initially begins spending time with him because she believes him to possess expert knowledge concerning Megamind as well as enough intelligence to help her decipher the supervillain’s plan. She clearly enjoys having long conversations with him, laughing at his humorous stories, and reading books together in a library. Granted, the last was done for research purposes in the film, but the Bad Blue Brilliant comics show Megamind and Roxanne planning a date at a library after the blue man has become a hero. Obviously a shared love of books was something Roxanne liked about him. It appears that such traits attracted the reporter while riches and model-perfect looks couldn’t.

Of course, Roxanne rejects the former villain after she learns who he really is, but one Megamind fan theory suggests that that was almost certainly not because of him, but rather because of his actions. It makes sense. She is hurt and infuriated that he lied to her, and she makes her objections to some of his past behaviors known in no uncertain terms. However, when considering the charges she lays at his proverbial doorstep, it’s clear that what she cannot abide is his criminal behavior. She accuses him of murder, taking control of the city, and tricking her. Furthermore, she seems convinced that his only purpose in disguising himself was to toy with her emotions for his own sadistic amusement.

As the film progresses, however, she realizes that he did not actually kill Metroman and that he was sincere about their relationship. That, in turn, removes many of her objections and creates room for her love to grow once more. Indeed, when Megamind, obviously upset, mentions their breakup while they are driving to Metroman’s hideout, Roxanne briefly displays a sorrowful expression before apparently hardening her resolve and slamming on the breaks. (This was likely because she still thought the former villain guilty of murder.) Furthermore, during this unused clip cut from the final film, while taunting his captive, Titan refers to Megamind as Roxanne’s boyfriend, and she doesn’t correct him. Moments later, when he tells the woman to summon her hero, she doesn’t hesitate to issue a heartfelt plea to Megamind. When she sees the blue man make his grand entrance, the look on Roxanne’s face says clearly that she knew he would come. When she believes Megamind to be wounded, Roxanne weeps, and when he, at last, takes up the position of Defender, she kisses his cheek. It seems the woman has grown to trust and love the former Master of All Villainy.

It’s What’s Inside That Counts

Megamind’s intelligence is likely not the only reason Roxanne finds herself falling for him. Many fan theories suggest that his personality was also a driving factor. As mentioned before, he is funny and likable during their dates. When they ride bikes together, he’s clearly having fun, and that makes him fun to be around. While dining out, just before the kiss and the holowatch’s malfunction, he obviously charms her. Even before that, however, the blue man seems to display some very positive traits. His mourning his nemesis, laughing with Minion, and playing with the brainbots all evince a kind heart hidden beneath the black leather and spikes. That same trait continues to appear throughout the film. Later in the narrative, during Titan's attack, Megamind displays a concern for the people of Metro City despite those same people having ostracized him all his life. He is manifestly not as evil as he tries to appear. In fact, his treatment of his damsel offers further proof of this. While he has Roxanne tied up in his Lair as bait for Metroman, it becomes obvious that Megamind’s so-called doom devices have been carefully calibrated not to actually harm the woman, and she seems to know it as she shows no fear. She even seems to enjoy her situation sometimes. When Megamind makes a veiled Star Wars reference, Roxanne smirks as if she’s trying not to laugh.

Thus it appears extremely likely that, from the start of the movie, the reporter already knew Megamind was too good a person to actually hurt her and it seems she appreciated his geeky humor. This is hardly surprising. According to the prequel comic, The Reign of Megamind, he has had more than 600 failed plots and Roxanne has been his compulsory guest of honor for many of them. Consider how much time for interaction that must have afforded them before the cameras started rolling. Even if Roxanne was only awake for an average of half an hour before each actual battle began, that would still mean that she spent roughly 300 hours alone in Megamind and Minion’s company. To put it in perspective, that’s twelve-and-a-half days! It seems nearly impossible that Roxanne could spend the equivalent of nearly two weeks in Megamind’s company without some of his charm, kindness, and humor showing through. This is quite possibly another reason for her evident attraction.

That’s not all. As mentioned in the post What Sort of Hero Will Megamind Be, the blue man lists several qualities necessary for a Defender while discussing the topic in the Metroman Museum. Although he doesn’t seem to recognize it at the time, he actually displays all of them with the exception of his former adversary's DNA. Strength? The fact that Megamind breaks a saw on Titan’s face while punching him indicates that the former villain is far more physically powerful than he looks, and his ability to remain calm and think under extreme pressure suggests that he has serious willpower. Determination? Megamind talks about learning from his many defeats, and the simple fact that he continued to get up and try again after losing more than 600 times shows that he certainly doesn’t give up easily. Courage? The alien genius goes to Roxanne for help in finding Titan’s weakness rather than fleeing despite Titan’s attempt to kill him. Afterward he puts his life on the line to save Roxanne from the new villain—and that’s after facing a superpowered foe for years. Whatever else he may be, no one can argue that Megamind isn’t brave.

Finally, there’s also Megamind’s industriousness. Imagine how many inventions he must have constructed over the years… There would doubtlessly be hundreds! Everyone one of them had to be not only built but also designed and tested. How many hours of plans, calculations, schematics, calibrations, and labor go into each one? It's unclear, but what is certain is that, despite clearly knowing how to have fun, the blue man just as obviously understands the value of hard work. It’s doubtful that laziness is a vice he has ever suffered from.

So, why is Roxanne Ritchi attracted to Megamind? While we may never know how physically desirable she finds him—although fans speculate that, based on their relationship, she must find him handsome—the blue man possesses plenty of other beguiling virtues. Alien or not, Roxanne obviously finds his intelligence and personality too alluring to ignore, and as soon as he embraced goodness rather than behaving in destructive ways she could not condone, she gave him her heart. If you consider it, that really isn’t shocking at all. If any one of us were courted by a person who was smart, funny, courageous, kind, charming, hardworking, fun-loving, and strong, would we remain unaffected? Or would we, like the movie’s heroine, tumble head-over-heels into love? In the end, it’s little wonder that Roxanne fell for the new Defender of Metro City. It would have been more surprising if she hadn’t.

That concludes this week’s Fan Theory Thursday! I hope you enjoyed it!

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yandere-sins · 3 months ago

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Good Afternoon! If seen your spiels and tales for a while now and may I just say I adore it all, you’re quite talented in your work and you should be proud of yourself! I aspire to write as well and I’m wondering if you have some tips for the long run?

Hey!

Here are my latest posts with links to the ones where I actually went a bit more into details about what I recommend doing.

For the blog

For writing

Honestly, not much has changed, at least for me. It would be interesting to find out whether the tagging rules truly are still the same from the past but from recent experience I can tell you that posting regularly is the key to building a following. But at the same time I know now, more than ever, it's just not doable under normal life circumstances unless you find a rhythm to write and use the queue to schedule your posts.

If you want to write yandere stories specifically, personally, for me it's very important to be balanced. Like a super strong yandere is always cool, but it's cooler if they are so delusional that they will end up hurting their darling with their strength. Or a manipulative yandere is fun and tricky, but if it turns out they are deadly afraid of being left alone and are a bit pathetic about it, that's yummy! Also, depending on the darling, the yan's personality might change as well. I guess what I want to say, balance out the parts of the story to keep it more "realistic" and less Mary-Sue-Behavior. Not always possible or necessary because an OP yan has its benefits in certain situations, but it makes for a good story if there are some flaws in everything.

Also use the tropes. As harsh as it is, no idea of yours will ever be completely original. But I love retellings of ideas! And so do others! I don't care how many more times I read the same "chased by a monster only to be pinned down to the dirty ground" I will literally inhale these stories!!!! I love them!!! And you will put new words and new spins to it, so it will never feel dull!! So yeah, absolutely nothing wrong to lean into tropes and cliches. It might even be very beneficial for bringing your writing closer to people.

For warnings, I'd say, depending on if you do requests or your own work, always warn everything you find problematic in your own works before the story starts and add warnings if someone asks for them. For request, do the same if you derail from the original request too much to not warn (like, have sexual acts/gore/etc. suddenly even though it wasn't specifically requested). I'm not a fan of warning if the request is very clearly what the story will be, but do as you are comfortable. It's your blog. In the end, no one can tell you what to do, but of course don't be mean about it.

Doing requests is fine, but doing your own ideas is also fine. Of course, starting out with only your original ideas can be hard if you don't have a community built already, but you can always mix fanworks with OG writing. I know it's tempting to say "others do it too and they manage to just write their own things" or "I don't want to write for fandoms" but it will be very hard if you do. It's just the truth, tumblr isn't for original content in writing, it has always been for fandoms and blogging and art. It got better over the years but it still is.

Following up with this is: don't compare yourself to other writers/artists on here please, honestly, if you keep finding yourself discouraged by how much more likes and interactions they get, you should unfollow them. It's harsh. I love the stories and the writers of some blogs here, but I had to prioritize myself. Sometimes I sneak back to check out what I missed, but it will still get whiplash and compare myself.

In the same notion: If someone is mean or an idiot in your asks just block them and move on. Drama can entice people to interact with you, but it's not the kind of interactions you want constantly. And it honestly ruins you vibes if your blog becomes dramacentral. It's okay to speak out sometimes and make it clear that you don't want certain kinds of interactions, but feeding the trolls will only end in more and more and soon you feel bad and your followers feel bad, while the trolls are thriving. 9/10 cases it's just not worth it. Block and if it was a crossed boundary, let your people know afterwards unrelated to an ask.

And most importantly: pease just have fun. Put your ideas out there for the sole reason that no one will ever put them into your words the way you would. Of course it's impossible to ignore likes and interactions because it really does fuel the motivation. But I wish you two that you can create because it makes you happy. The rest will follow.

#admin #writing #advice

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gffa · 1 year ago

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Hey! Love your blog for the sw content but ngl you have me window shipping dickbabs more and more everyday. I’m not reeeeally a comics person unless it has quality online format but I have been known to enjoy cartoons. Do you have any show recs to get me into the batfam? Sorry if this has already been asked (and answered somewhere else). Thanks again for all your great content! Love your blog!

Hi! Thank you for the kind words and I'm glad to be helping to at least tempt you into this pit, and I wish I had better recs for you, but I've been turning this over in my head for the last couple of days and keep coming back to that I don't know that I would recommend most of the animated series or movies/TV series for DC. Even the best bets would be: - Young Justice 2010 cartoon, which is overall decent, but DickBabs doesn't happen until like season 3, I think? (And I think Dick dates Kory for awhile before that?) And they're a very minor part of the show, even the Batfam as a whole is only one aspect of the show, it's really a multi-fam kind of series. As long as you know that it will have some major differences in relationship and character dynamics (like Superboy in the show and Kon from the comics share certain aspects, but they are also vastly different and I'm not sure you'd recognize Kon as the same character), it's a fun show to watch overall! - Batman: The Animated Series 1992 + The New Batman Adventures 1997 was absolutely, incredibly groundbreaking at the time it came out, but that means it's 30 years old now and a lot of it is going to be incredibly dated compared to current stuff. I do still love it and the Dick/Babs episodes are TOP NOTCH (so much delicious yearning oh my god) and the flashback to when Dick was a kid are also great, but there's a LOT of basic cartoon action stuff that's not that exciting anymore and it might feel like a long haul. Cautiously recommended if you don't mind viewing it through an old-fashioned lens, don't mind that Dick tends to be more in his "angry teenage years" than his more settled 20s, and you're okay with zipping through any parts that bore you. - The Batman 2004 is another series that's pretty dated, but in a way I find deeply charming, because it really leaned into the gothic aesthetic and wasn't afraid to try some new things with the character designs. I usually suggest skipping forward to season 4 when Dick shows up (and I greatly enjoy his and Babs' dynamic, they're kids at the time, it's not a romance here, but it's not hard to see that one day they could grow up into the characters they'll be in other versions) but the whole show is just a good Batman cartoon! Honorable mentions: - Justice League: The Animated Series 2001 which I don't think Dick or Babs ever appeared in, but is still probably THE best DC animated series. It's not super complex, but what it did, it did very well, and is still pretty influential to this day. - If you don't mind reading an online comic, the Wayne Family Adventures webtoon is a very easy intro point, has very pretty art, and will get you reasonably familiar with the characters! (I sort of liken it to LEGO adaptations, it's meant to be light-hearted and occasionally genuinely touching, it focuses on extremes of the characters and memeable moments, rather than the more sharp-edged comics, but that makes it all the better for an entry point imo.) Beyond that, I can't really think of anything I would necessarily recommend to help get new fans into the Batfam characters (I wouldn't recommend the Harley Quinn show as a starting place for them, nor the Teen Titans cartoon, and I don't really personally care for any of the animated movies personally, other than maybe Super Sons, which was absolutely adorable and a great intro to Jon and Damian), because DC has a really weird track record on adapting them into non-comics mediums and I just enjoy the comics so much more. Though, if others have recs or would offer a rebuttal against some of the suggestions, feel free, because I would love to have easier ways into the comics

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam #comics recs

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wistfulwisp · 7 months ago

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I love mcgriddles too and i am tempted every damn day by those and hash browns but just thought I'd mention we're still in the middle of a mcdonalds boycott 🫠

See, I find the boycott stuff really interesting.

I know this isn’t really a political blog and I’m not trying to make it political. I just think that this topic is pretty interesting, but I also understand that this wasn’t the point of you saying this 🤠 leave it to me to go off-topic

I do definitely understand, number one, why people are boycotting and number two the potential that a boycott has to create real change in the world. Absolutely fuck the Israeli government and what they’re doing to Palestine, and I am really proud of all of the people that I know, and myself for choosing not to support certain brands because they’ve shown that they don’t care enough about the genocide that’s ongoing to create real change for themselves.

I think it’s interesting that Israel itself, from what I understand, is pretty rich and owns a portion at least of a very large portion of brands across the world. I don’t know all of these brands had specific, but I think initially I found it hard to understand why people would boycott certain brands and not boycott others? Like if the point of the boycott is to not support these is really government, I feel like a complete boycott would be more effective than a selective boycott.

(Please note at this point of my ramblings that I am not super knowledged on the topic and would absolutely love someone to come on board and teach me a thing or two about the ownership of Israel over certain brands and companies. Also there is this fantastic app that I saw on TikTok that I absolutely can’t remember the name of no matter how hard I try that scans brands and tells you whether or not they give money to the Israeli government? Or if you’d be supporting their endeavours with your purchases. I wish I had saved that. I really wish I had but I do know there are tools out there too help people perform complete boycotts)

I know that what the media has portrayed anyways is that we are to specifically boycott brands that have actively shown that they support the genocide specifically and those are the brands to avoid, which eliminates most of those brands. But I still know people in my personal circle for instance, that would never go to Starbucks but we’ll go to places like Tim Hortons and McDonald’s which have been known to do just the same.

Just to be clear, if there’s anything to take away from my ramblings, it’s free Palestine, and that that notion will always come first in my mind above any sort of bickering that could happen over the specifics of a boycott. Power to the people, show them we want a ceasefire. But I do think it’s interesting to see how the media has controlled what is considered appropriate to boycott and what isn’t and what makes you an effective boycott and what doesn’t. not calling out this particular ask ofc I just think that the boycott is interesting and it kind of led me to think more about it and I thought I would post my ideas on here. Anyways, free Palestine, fuck the Israeli governing bodies for considering genocide an even remotely appropriate action forward.

#k #ask #anon #thanks love

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bluecolty-reblogs · 1 year ago

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PINNED POST!

This will be updated periodically!

Welcome to my reblog blog! This is the secondary blog to @bluecolty , and it’s a collection blog to contain all of the amazing artwork that I’ve wanted to reblog but haven’t had a space to! I’m still super new to Tumblr, and it took me a while to realize the importance of reblogs. I don’t do a lot of reblogs/retweets, mainly because I don’t want to bother people with them. I find they can sometimes clog up an artists blog/account, and I miss seeing the artists actual artwork. So to keep my blog clear and also provide exposure to art that I love- I’ve made this blog!

To make THIS blog tempting to follow over my main blog, I’ll also be reblogging my own art! Or you can follow both, that’s fine too!

On this blog, you’ll see reblogs for:

- Invader Zim

(This list will be updated as time goes on LOL)

Important tags to search!

#reblog for general reblogs, #blues reblogged art for my own reblogged art!

If you have any questions, feel free to ask em in the “ask me” button!

#blues blog info #pinned post #invader zim #text post

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aftgscenes · 7 months ago

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First off OOPS SORRY MY ASKS WERE CLOSED I DIDNT REALIZE!!

Second I’m responding with my main aftg blog as I want to keep norasakavictweets as just tweets as much as I can

And now HERE WE GO! YOU ASKED FOR THIS *shaking with excitement*

Here is my thoughts on what the foxes would listen to

(to preface this I’m going to use current songs BUT if interested I do have thoughts on song from before 2007 only)

Andrew: gives me strong alt vibes for sure but to be more specific I think Midwest emo bands like The front bottoms and McCaferty fit the vibe pretty well. He canonically listens to lyrics more than sound and Midwest emo is known for not always sounding the best but having hard hitting lyrics.

Top 3 songs:

Father by The front bottoms

No below by Speedy Ortiz

No children by the mountain goats

Neil: this boy listens to nothing, like he was on the run yall, but I honestly think if he was going to put on music for himself it would probably just be classical. That being said I think the foxes would rub off on him and he would start listening to songs they played a lot just because it reminds him of them.

Top 3 song (not necessarily that he would listen to but that go with his character well):

Escape route by Paramore (literally the most Neil josten song of all time)

Why am I the one by Fun.

Be nice to me by The front bottoms

Kevin: it’s boring but Kevin is also just a classical girlie (as confirmed by Ms. Nora) but again here are 3 songs that lyrically radiate Kevin day energy

Top 3 songs:

love club by lorde

I don’t like my mind by mitski

Are you satisfied by marina and the diamonds

Aaron: rap fan. I can definitely see him listening to Kendrick Lamar and Mac miller (*cough* he would be an Eminem fan sorryyyyyi hate it too but it’s true)

Top 3 songs:

The spins by Mac Miller & Empire of the sun

Money trees by Kendrick Lamar

The real slime shady by Eminem

Matt: very similar music taste to Aaron tbh but I think he would really like Tyler the creator and Childish Gambino (Kendrick and Mac Miller)

Top 3 songs:

See you again by Tyler the creator

super rich kids by frank ocean

Sober by Childish Gambino

Nicky: he’s a top hits girlie, loves Gaga and anything extremely upbeat you can dance to

Top 3 songs:

Judas by Lady Gaga

Born this way by Lady Gaga

LBGT by cupccake

Dan: 90/00s soul and R&B mostly, lots of Aaliyah and I think she would also love Megan the stallion but I see her listening to a couple bands like No doubt too, badass women lead alt bands, there is definitely an edge to her music taste

Top 3 songs:

Just a girl by No doubt

Try again by Aaliyah

Big girls don’t cry by Fergie

Allison: also a top hits girlie but I feel like she had an “emo” phase at some point to scare her parents but she actually genuinely liked a lot of the music

don’t have a top 3 for her yet tbh :( sorryyyy but unforgivable curse #3 by McCafferty is definitely a good song for her and Seth’s relationship

Renee: I love her VERY VERY much but tbh I haven’t been able to think of specifics… she definitely listened to different music growing up but I have a hard time deciding if she would still listen to any of it now… and if not… then what does she like????

Top 3 Renee vibe songs tho:

Angle of small death and the codeine scene by hozier

I bet on losing dogs by mitski

Simulation swarm by Big thief

Jean: nest boy probably didn’t have time to listen to much music but I’m tempted to say classical as well

Annnyways 3 Jean coded songs:

The deal by mitski (makes me cry thinking about him and this song)

Crack baby by mitski

Please please please let me get what I want by deaftones (yes the cover)

There ya go!!! This took me a little longer than I would like to admit but I needed to make it perfect… please excuse all the typos I’m sure are everywhere

#Oop #here ya go #I have so many playlists for this goddamn book #had a hard time narrowing it down #and not over explaining

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maiverie · 3 years ago

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OPEN SESAME ┊ ft. lee heeseung — CHAPTER FOUR.

some doors are better left unopened.

SYNOPSIS. you are uncontrollably, helplessly, and tragically in love with your roommate, heeseung. one night, desperate to learn more about him, you sneak inside his room and discover the reason why he always seems to keep his door closed. and then you realise that some doors, no matter how tempting, are better left unopened.

PAIRING. lee heeseung x fem!reader

GENRES. romance, comedy, crack, fluff, raunchy

AU(S). hot roommate heeseung in a robe, “you have a fat crush on your roommate and he likes to tease you about it” au, crack galore

WARNINGS. swearing, suggestive content, references to sex (!!), teasing/lots of second-hand embarrassment

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chapter four

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“what are you craving?” heeseung asks, sauntering back into the kitchen.

“oh,” you shake your head, palms outstretched, “honestly, anything’s fine,” you say sheepishly. he could literally feed you a roasted rat and you’d still eat it.

“how unhelpful,” he scoffs jokingly, before tipping his head in the direction of the bathroom. “i think haneul said she wanted pancakes earlier, do you mind?”

do you mind?

you blink.

wait, what?

haneul?

she?

your smile instantly fades.

“wait…” you slowly frown, turning your head toward the bathroom. your eyes widen when you notice the knob is turning.

who the fuck is haneul?

this question, amongst a barrage of many others, broadcasts so loudly in your mind that its echo drowns out all other sounds. you freeze, much like the rest of the world seems to have, unable to fight against the cinematic pace at which the metal knob turns.

this can’t be real.

is somebody here?

in the bathroom?

in your bathroom?

in your home? at the very heart of your soul?

how could heeseung do this to you?

how could he let some pancake-greedy stranger into your bathroom? how could he let them pee where you’ve also peed? to use the toilet paper you bought? to wash their hands with the water you paid for? to touch the door knob you’ve touched countless times?

there must be some understandable reason for this, you desperately try to tell yourself, as you begin to shuffle back and your head snaps toward heeseung in a final plea for an explanation.

“heeseung,” you breathe shakily, “who—”

your eyes flicker toward his pair, and that’s when you notice the smile on his face vanishes instantly, as with all other tinctures of emotion. you notice a tinge of alarm in his expression before the sound of the bathroom door opening interrupts the both of you – and it causes both your heads to snap toward it.

however, before it can open farther than a few inches, heeseung suddenly strides over toward it and forcefully slams it shut.

what—

“hold on.” heeseung suddenly says. you notice his fingers are wrapped tightly around the bathroom door knob, desisting whoever’s on the other side from exiting it.

“heeseung? what are you doing?”

it’s a woman.

a woman’s voice.

at the sound, your heart plummets straight down the hollow cavity of your chest and shatters into irreparable little pieces. your mind throbs and aches with confusion and utter bewilderment, since there’s nothing about this situation that quite makes sense — there’s somebody in your bathroom; and they want pancakes; and heeseung’s barricading them from coming out.

it’s worse when heeseung’s eyes find their way floating back to yours, and you become witness to the way his eyes are imbued by a colour that warns you not to take a step further.

you might be right, because thickened tension swarms your once sacred apartment with heeseung. one of your legs staggers backward, though truthfully you wish to turn around and sprint straight into your room — better yet, outside and into a new apartment where you didn’t have to deal with or see or be pitiful in front of your roommate.

you hear a soft pattering on the door, and realise it must be the other girl knocking on it. heeseung clears his throat at this sound and tightens his fist around the knob, ensuring its rigidity.

“hee, what are you doing? open the door.”

“yeah, i will,” he answers, “but before i do,” he eyes you once again, “get dressed. my roommate’s here.”

and to think your heart couldn’t have fallen deeper down your chest.

dressed?

why wouldn’t she be dressed in the first place?

there’s really only one answer to that question. though the relentless deluge of other questions swarming in your head might normally make it harder for you to search for the answer, you know it’s loud, clear and undeniable.

why wouldn’t she be dressed in the first place?

sex.

they had sex.

on second thought, i’m not hungry any more. you guys eat. i need to catch up on some sleep.

you should care that your lie sounds like it was pulled straight out from your ass, but you lack the necessary fucks to give.

you’re exhausted.

you’re humiliated.

and truthfully, you’re a little hurt.

it’s worse that you know you don’t have the right to feel this way — because other than his portion of rent, your roommate doesn’t owe you anything. he doesn’t need to tell you what he does for a living, or why he always keeps his door closed, or who sarang or haneul are to him. he’s just a distant dream that you’ve invested too much of yourself into, and if there’s anybody to blame — it’s you.

you’re the one to blame, because there are consequences for living in your head — and it’s that the height from which you crash into harsh reality is much higher.

as you wail in your sadness and heartbreak, you lie in bed for god knows how long with over-ear headphones to protect you from the world. the side of your face is squashed into the soft cotton of your mattress, limbs sprawled in all directions like some sort of depressed starfish.

you don’t know how long it’s been.

you don’t know if haneul’s still here.

and you most definitely don’t want to find out.

instead, all of the times you and heeseung had ever interacted or shared a “moment” replay into your mind like a tear-jerking, sappy movie, or like those melodramatic edits of k-dramas on youtube. you’re even playing the heart-wrenching piano and violin instrumentals in your mind right now, recalling all those little times you’d been creepily staring from the living room while heeseung had cluelessly been cooking some bacon.

you missed those days.

they were days of ignorance.

they were days when heeseung had done a better job and hiding his women from you.

and now, you know too much.

and somehow, you still don’t know anything at all, you remind yourself. you truly don’t know anything about heeseung.

well, you know his hair colour, so that’s a plus.

kind of.

as you pout to yourself and feel the tears well in your eyes, your mind inevitably floats back to the memory of last week, when you had opened his door and it had consequently ruined your life. you were greedy and wanted to learn more about him. you’d gotten stuck underneath his bed and had witnessed the worst things known to humankind.

it’s truly the most traumatic thing you’ve ever had to experience, but in conjunction with what’s just happened today, you realise these things are exactly the pushes you need to move out and stop living life chasing after ridiculous fantasies.

should you move out?

should you take karina up on her offer and move in with her?

is she still looking for a roommate?

you try to think on the positive side, and even forcefully tug your lips up into an ugly smile. stop being a little bitch, you scold yourself. big booty bitches don’t wail in sadness like this.

finally, you eventually peel yourself off your bed and sit up. you look straight ahead, eyes lazily flickering toward your desk, where your line of sight is captured by two balls of paper lying on your desk.

oh.

the two balls of paper — they were souvenirs you had taken with you from underneath heeseung’s bed.

shaking your head, you crawl your way off the bed and scoop the two balls up in your hands. you’re ready to play mini basketball with the garbage can when suddenly, for some inexplicable reason, you falter.

you falter because you realise something.

you realise that these two balls are the last things that connect you to heeseung.

yes. the only connection you have with heeseung is a pair of balls.

staring at them in your hands, you feel another surge of melancholy. it’s sad letting go of a crush. you know your ridiculous schoolgirl crush on heeseung is the reason why you’re where you are today, but you have to admit that you had built it up in your head for so long simply because you wanted something to feel passion for.

having a crush was fun.

it was exciting.

there was so much serotonin involved with staring at him across the kitchen with heart-shaped eyes and soft sighs. it trapped you in a faultless, dream-like youth. most importantly, it distracted you from the fact that your life is heading in a direction of complacency.

gulping, you begin to hastily unwrap the two balls of paper.

you want one last hit.

one last shred of heeseung.

like a smoker's last cigarette, you fold out the papers and place them on your study table, smoothing the fold creases out with the heel of your palm. you just want to have this crush for one more second and then you promise to start adulting afterwards.

you just want to learn something about heeseung. anything. just anything.

you’ve smoothed out most of the crinkles, although both pages look pretty damaged with the webs of creases across the page. however, they’re not ripped, so it doesn’t take long for you to realise what you’re staring at.

two pieces of paper.

both of them are advertisements for a new house.

you freeze.

as it turns out, heeseung was already looking at house listings.

for a new place.

he must have wanted to move out.

something about this realisation offends you, and even though you’ve considered doing the same thing, it’s the fact that you feel more justified by your decision. why does he want to move out? you’re lovely! you’re awesome! okay, maybe you can’t cook that well but you always clean. barring the one time you snuck inside his room, you’re not at all invasive and you never take up too much of his personal space.

it’s not like you steal his laundry or cut his hair while he sleeps (okay one time you were drunk and entertained the idea but you shut it down the instant you realised how stupid you were being).

the bitterness that follows these thoughts is difficult to deny. was he just going to leave you? did he expect you to just pay rent with your pathetic income or get a less hot roommate?

you?

have an ugly roommate?

oh hell nah.

it’s like he doesn’t even care about you!

as it turns out, he’s giving you the answer you needed. that extra push.

because now you’re adamant on moving out.

fuck heeseung!

and this time, it’s not that you want to fuck heeseung. rather, you’re saying fuck him. screw him. if he wants to move out, you’ll gladly let him—you’ve been nothing but a lovely guest that still pays her rent on time and frankly, you deserve better.

you deserve better than a roommate that invites strings of women to your shared apartment without any notice.

you deserve better than a roommate that plans to secretly move out without any notice, either.

and now that you think of it, you realise that heeseung isn’t even all that great. you don’t know how you managed to overlook all his shortcomings and annoying habits. his bacon isn’t even that good. sometimes he forgets to wash his dishes and you’ve never complained about washing them for him.

fuck heeseung!

fuck him.

screw him and his dumb little sewer rat face.

grumpily, you pull your sunglasses up and rest them on the top of your head as you squint up at the house. after having discovered the two advertisements yesterday, you had gotten ready to do a small trip. you had decided you’d visit these houses, which brings you here, lifting up the crumpled piece of paper to visually compare the picture to the house’s front yard.

yep.

this is definitely one of the listings he’d been looking at.

and it’s just your luck today—it seems like it’s an open house for touring today, too.

ready to investigate the kind of house he had been hoping to move into (and maybe even steal the house from him if your budget permits), you grin to yourself and skip your way inside.

upon entrance, you hear the sounds of echoed voices from upstairs. you assume the source is from other guests who must have already begun their house tours, and hence you take the liberty of aweing around at your surroundings.

the double-storeyed house boasts of a modern contemporary style; it’s very much up your alley. you stifle a small squeal as you shuffle across the polished wooden floor and temporarily forget your heeseung-related woes, now pouring undivided attention toward glass tables, dark wooden accented furniture and dramatic flowers in small vases on marble countertops.

now this is living.

why would you ever need a sexy roommate when you could live in a place that gets you out of breath going from one end to the other? it's like a marathon, but without the sweat, because the air conditioning in this house is absolutely bangin’.

seeing a place so vast and elaborate and somehow slightly attainable makes you feel somewhat excited for the future. goosebumps flourish and flare along the length of your forearms, because you’re finally seeing a future where your crush on your roommate is no longer a hole in your bank account. realistically you’d have to save quite a bit of funds for a place like this, but you’d happily reside with karina and save up for such a lavish house.

shuffling around the house, you eventually reach the backyard and find yourself staring past glass doors to peer at the beautiful water in the pool.

you sigh contentedly.

this is how it feels to have a goal.

“welcome!”

huh?

thrown off-guard, you quickly turn your head past your shoulder and blink.

oh.

the sudden voice belongs to a young lady, and based on her attire, you immediately assume she’s the real estate agent for this house. she’s dressed professionally in a pencil skirt and a pink top that flatters her wide shoulders and pretty collarbones.

you slap on an awkward grin and hope she doesn’t mistake you for a squatter.

“oh! hi.”

“are you here for the open house?” the lady asks, smiling cordially. “my coworker is currently upstairs showing a couple but i can give you a quick tour of downstairs before we head upstairs if you’d like.”

you nod agreeably, and soon enough she’s already handing you a pamphlet, although the images inside really don’t do the house any justice. it’s more beautiful the more you look at it. and while the tour starts off great—the lady is efficient, informative, and communicative—there’s a point where she turns around and you’re finally close enough to have a look at her name tag.

and you realise it reads sarang.

sa—mother fucking—rang.

the weirdo with the weird name and the scarlet toenails and the bedroom screams and—

her name tag says sarang.

when you see this, she’s already knee-deep in an explanation of the mechanics of the kitchen. she’s explaining that the dishwasher is new and that the previous owners treated the marble countertop with utmost care. you don’t really hear the rest of the explanation because the world is rapidly swirling around you like a whirlwind and suddenly, it feels like you’re trapped underneath heeseung’s bed all over again, and you’re hearing oh, oh, oh, yes, yes! just like that, heeseung! just like—

“we’ve already received a few offers so it might be a little competitive, however my email is just on the bottom of that pamphlet—”

your hands are fucking magic, heeseung! oh yes! oh yes! oh yes! oh my god, yes, hell yes, hell fucking yes, lee!

“—so what do you think?”

sarang.

heeseung.

tools.

you stare down at her feet.

you’re looking for the toes.

you see the scarlet shade of shiny nail polish and you see the little toe ring you remember from last week.

it’s her.

it’s sarang.

“—m-ma’am? are you okay?” sarang asks you nervously, and you slowly lift your head and stare at her dead in the eyes.

“ma’am?”

“s-sex.”

“wh-what?”

you widen your eyes, realising the word you had just blurted out. oh shit. quick! you have to think quickly! “u-uh, i said s-sex…y.” you continue, blinking rapidly. then, you quickly turn and point to the stovetop. “this stovetop is very sexy. i-i, uh, um, like the design. it’s very… sleek.”

yes.

this is totally a normal thing to say. inanimate objects can totally be sexy. you try to comfort yourself and give yourself a mental pat on the back. you’re not socially incompetent at all.

sarang blanks for a second, seemingly confused. she’s probably wondering why she’d heard sex, but she nevertheless shakes her head and plasters on another professional smile. “of course! this is an induction top, which negates the need for chunky gas stoves… so, um, yes… it’s very sleek. plus, it’s easy to clean up oil splatters.”

you’re smiling at her, though, at the memory of when you last saw (heard, rather) her, you really want to body slam into her and absolutely pummel her with your fists. and then you realise that you’re pretty weak and she’d probably beat you to a pulp.

you need to leave.

now.

this is most definitely a trap that you’ve accidentally walked into. damn it, what the hell is it with working through doors and your bad luck?

it’s not difficult to wrap your head around what’s happening—heeseung’s obviously been hooking up with a real estate agent, and it’s no wonder why one of the advertisements for her house tours was scrunched up under his bed.

you have to get out.

you need to get out!

hastily, you fish out your phone and hope to concoct some sort of elaborate excuse to get you the hell out of here and away from heeseung’s girl. now, what could you say? you look too healthy and radiant for it to be a medical emergency…

you can say you need to take a shit. it’s a new house, so she’s definitely not going to want you to take a massive dump here, right? this logic makes sense. satisfied with your high-iq plan, you open your mouth to speak, although she slides in before you can.

“now, i’ll show you upstairs! it’s a killer!”

“oh, no, no, i have to—”

take a shit. you have to take a shit.

“oh come on, it’s super lovely!” sa-weirdo giggles. “you really haven’t seen this entire house until you’ve seen the balcony!”

great.

you hope it’s high enough that when you jump off it, death is quick and ready to welcome you with open arms.

she’s already whisking you to the second storey, and by this time, you’re filled with complete dread. and maybe some embarrassment, because while she probably only thinks of you as some random house squatter, you’ve heard… a lot of her. you know so much about her. well, you know what she sounds like during sex, and that’s probably more than anybody would ever want to know about another person.

sarang is chatting the house up as you trudge up the staircase, and currently you’re thinking of all the ways the world has played you so dirty this past week. the universe seriously does not like you. you must have abused animals in your past life because this must all be some sort of karmic reparation for your past sins.

you finally reach the topmost stair board, but before you can even plant your first foot onto the floor of the second storey, you feel a chill run down your entire body.

your instincts kick in, and the two brain cells you have up there are screaming at you to get out as best you can.

why?

why would they do this?

because—

“ah, heeseung!” sarang chuckles, “meet my client, she’s—”

because heeseung is here.

heeseung the man slut is fucking here.

the man that used to cook your breakfast and wipe things from the side of your mouth and the one that’s currently staring straight at you with lifted, surprised brows.

oh no.

oh fucking no.

you’re gaping at heewhore from the staircase, having an internal breakdown. oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. apparently in situations like these, people are supposed to respond in three different ways—fight, flight or freeze—and your body chooses the last option.

all your muscles collectively decide to freeze.

they don’t work.

they’re useless.

“hey, you.” heeseung smiles, offering you a small wave.

the smile makes you almost vocalise a confused sound aloud, because he’s doing it again. he’s giving you that teasing look he used to always offer you while you fumbled with your sentences. the kind of look that made it harder to breathe but one that surprisingly made you welcome to be there. he was looking at you, and you were looking back at him, probably seconds away from pissing your pants but for real this time.

“oh, you know each other?” sarang blinks.

heeseung smiles. “well, we’re—”

“well, that settles it! we love this place!”

huh?

two people suddenly exit one of the rooms, and you realise it��s the couple that sarang had been talking about earlier. the normal couple that just want a new home. they’re making their way into the common area and by this time, you’re hoping that the ground will open up and swallow you whole. please. please. please.

“can we get one last final tour before we decide?” the wife asks, and you take one step backward down the stairs. maybe if you take your steps very very very slowly, they won’t even notice you leaving. heeseung and sarang are looking at the couple now, so you take another step backward.

“sure,” heeseung offers, though he turns his head back to you. the energy between you two is weird. it’s so weird. you hadn’t spoken in a week before yesterday, and even then, you’d suddenly run back into your room before you could even meet haneul. isn’t it so weird? you haven’t spoken to him since yesterday morning.

he knows it’s weird you haven’t talked. you know it’s weird you haven’t talked.

“and we’ll give this young lady a tour as well.”

you’re confused.

you’re so fucking flabbergasted. what the hell is going on? why is heeseung explaining to the couple what material the bathrooms are made out of? why does he actually sound like he knows what he’s talking about? why is he dressed in a white dress shirt and fitted trousers and why is his hair pushed back?

and holy crap, his ass does not quit.

damn, he’s hot.

you suddenly feel the accumulation of not seeing him for a whole day, and you realise that you miss him. you miss his sexy face and his cute little nose and the moles on his face that are probably worth more money than your entire existence. you miss the way he stands and while it’s certainly not a robe, you miss how he looks in white.

you can’t believe you’d ever entertained the idea of moving out.

hell no.

hell fucking no.

you would totally be his unpaid housemaid if he wished. you would dust all his records and categorise all his books. anything he wanted. anything.

“the great thing about these walls is that they’re soundproof.” heeseung explains.

so, you’ve come to realise that heeseung is a real estate agent. who would have thought? the balled up advertisements and his irregular work schedule now make more sense, but to be honest, you find it ridiculously sexy that he can talk confidently about the details of house construction and the nuances of interior design. you love him even when he’s talking about wood-style vinyl floors, and when he’s comparing them to the outdated terracotta ceramic tiles.

how the hell does heeseung somehow make talking about tiles sexy?

everything he does is amazing.

before you know it, you’re already back on your simp schedule. fuck karina and her dumb ass advice. self-dignity is indeed overrated, or at least it’s been tossed out the window. you’re back to giggling at every non-funny joke heeseung makes and staring at him with a slightly agape mouth.

“soundproof?” the husband of the couple asks. sarang is nowhere to be seen, so it’s just you, heeseung and the third-wheeling couple. the three of you hover just by the bedroom door, while heeseung stands further into the room, facing you.

“yep.” heeseung nods, and then he looks at you with an innocent smile. “so you can be as loud as you want and not be heard.”

you blink.

why is he staring at you like that?

you know heeseung’s different looks like the back of your hand. it’s the one skill you have. and hence you know with certainty that there’s something fishy with the way he’s staring at you. there’s a teasing glint in those mousy orbs.

“cool, cool,” the husband mutters. the wife whispers something into his ear while they discuss the design.

“and even better,” heeseung turns, and you all enter the bedroom, walking further toward the back wall where a king-sized bed lies. “i’m sure you’ll find that the space here is quite generous.”

heeseung walks toward the bed and sits on it, facing you three with another smirk. “you can fit a king-sized bed with no issues for space. if you really wanted, you could even fit another bed, so that three people would be in the bedroom at once.”

he looks at you and blinks, cocking his head to the side with a smile.

you find your smile slowly dissipating.

you really don’t like where this conversation is heading.

“oh, i’m sure our children would want separate bedrooms,” the wife laughs. “they loved the other bedrooms, too. but i do agree the master bedroom has lots of space.”

heeseung nods, though his eyes don’t tear from yours. “plenty of space to stow away your belongings. we have a walk-in wardrobe with plenty of space for clothes, but… if you were really concerned, you could probably hide some things, uh…” heeseung pauses, tapping his chin thoughtfully, “hm… where would you hide something?”

he looks at you.

and he smirks.

“do you know?” he asks you. “do you know where somebody could hide something in a bedroom?”

what?

no.

no…

there is no way.

there is no way he knows.

heeseung nods, snapping his fingers as he feigns an epiphany. “ah! that’s right! underneath the bed.”

“you could hide anything underneath the bed if you really tried.”

to be continued.

author’s note: hi hi hi lovely people!!! firstly, IM SO SORRY THIS UPDATE TOOK SO LONG. work's been kinda crazy but i hope you guys have all been well and that you haven't forgotten this story just yet?! i hope not ;-; anywayyyyy ooft thank u to everyone that's shown support for this story so far ;-; i can't believe we're already reaching the final part in the next update!!! :< but anyway, YEEPPP HEESEUNGS A REAL ESTATE AGENT AND AS SOME OF U GUESSED, OF COURSE HE FUCKING KNEW Y/N WAS UNDERNEATH THE BEDDDD THE MANS A DEVILLLL AFOWIJEE anyway hehe thank u so much for reading!!! hope u enjoyed it?? do please share ur support via liking + reblogging, that would mean a lot to me!!! otherwise, feel free to join the taglist by leaving a reply/comment!

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littlespace-imagines · 3 years ago

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Hii! Could you do a Damon x little! Reader where the reader is super stressed and can't regress even though they need to? And Damon strictly but lovingly helps them?

Thank you for your time

Ofcourse!

Pairing: Damon x little!reader

Warnings: Littlespace, CG/l, reader cries, Damon being fluffy , Vampire male x Human GN reader

**All parties are 18+ and Littlespace/Ageregression will never be sexualized on my blog**

You sighed and turned off the cartoons you had been watching you sighed and stared at the wall just letting the feelings of stress and frustration overtake you. It wasn’t long before tears were flowing down your face and you were punching your pillow trying to choke back sobs.

“Woah there! What’s got you so pissed?” You stopped and looked at the man standing in your doorway and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

Damon Salvatore aka the biggest pain in the ass in existence.

“Go away, you're quite literally the last person I want to see right now.” you mumble out. You stand and turn to stut the door on him but run smack into his chest instead. You gasp from the sudden closeness between the two of you and stare at him.

“Ouch, I'm not that bad,” he says before picking up your favorite stuffed animal, you just remained quiet trying to not give him the attention he wants.

“Okay, fine. I’m that bad.” He says sarcastically, you take your favorite stuffie out of his grasp and hold it close to you and turn away from him, hoping he’d get the hint to leave, he sighed loudly and looked around.

“Im guessing your regress thing isn't going that great?” he asks before looking almost sympathetically at you, you look at the floor flustered that he can see right through you, Damon walks over to your dresser and polls out your most comfy jammies and lays them on your bed.

“Get changed then sit on the bed and wait for me,” he says nonchalantly before walking out of the room. You do as you are told and wait patiently your head spinning.

This was Damon, pain in the ass and only thinks of himself Damon. Why was he being like this towards you? Acting like he cares. You bite back more tears and become tempted to just tell him to leave when he comes back in holding one of your cute plates and your favorite bowl and sippy. He's holding some other things as well before sitting it in front of you.

“Okay, so I got you your favorite little meal, Dino Chicken Nuggets, Mac n cheese, a bowl of your favorite fruit, and your favorite juice-“ he says pointing to what’s on your plate he then shows you the things in his arms

“I also brought your favorite coloring things, a picture book, and a puzzle!” He smirked at you as you stared up at him, you were fighting the urge to cry but this time it was from relief. You were so sick of being big, of taking care of yourself.

“T-thank you, Damon, really I mean it. I’ve just been so stressed I hate being big.” You mumbled out as he wraps you up in a hug.

“I know I’m an asshole and all that but I could never just sit by and watch you suffer like that.” He says as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

Maybe Damon wasn’t as horrible as you thought.

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makeste · 3 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 313: Deku VS Lady Nagant

Previously on BnHA: Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai Lady Nagant showed up to fire a cupid’s arrow into my heart, and a bunch of literal bullets into my son. Deku was all “oh shit it’s Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai, what do I do, let me think back to Hawks’s advice for a sec.” Flashback!Hawks was all “anyway Deku so if my super-hot badass murder senpai ever shows up you’re basically screwed so you’d better abscond the fuck out of there.” Present!Deku was all “lol idek why I flashed back to that conversation since I’m just going to do the exact opposite of what Hawks said” and charged directly toward Nagant because WHY NOT. Overhaul was all “waah I need to get back to my boss who I put in a coma out of love” and Nagant was all “jesus christ why did I even bring you here” and had a flashback to AFO who was all “ILU NAGANT IMMA GIVE YOU AN EXTRA QUIRK SO PLEASE CAPTURE DEKU FOR ME PLEASE AND THANKS” and yeah. Shit is all over the place right now and I love it.

Today on BnHA: All Might gets attacked by a pair of discount assassins and is all “Call an ambulance! ...BUT NOT FOR ME” and it’s really badass but also I really wish he would stop tempting fate like this. Lady Nagant is all “[casually flies around town shooting shit]” and I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t read an entire chapter of just that. Deku is all, “[gets shot (≥_<)]” and releases a giant Smokescreen which prompts En to show up. En is all, “( •᷄⌓•᷅ ) (⌣̀ Δ⌣́) ( •̀_•́ )σ (¬､¬) (눈_눈)” which I consider to be a high point of both the chapter and of my life. The chapter ends with Deku using the Third’s quirk to launch a bunch of random objects at Nagant so that he can jump up and grab her arm all sneaky-like, and I’m sure this is going to prompt another week’s worth of discourse that I don’t care about at all, but fuck it, I’m having a good time.

OH WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO ALL MIGHT WELL THAT’S NICE I GUESS. CONGRATS ON NOT BEING DEAD

you named your car??

you named it Hercules??

I love you so much??

please marry me you giant fucking dork???

lmao speaking of huge fucking dorks

who the fuck are you clowns. la dee da we’re gonna murder All Might with our synchronized spear attack!! I mean... they’re clearly trying their best... maybe I should just be nice and politely hype them up like All Might is so clearly trying to do

like okay, but we all agree that this is actually the least intimidating attack any of us has ever seen, right?? these guys zipped up their hoodies all serious-like and are trying to attack All Might and Hercules with their Walmart tiki torches, but just, no?? right?? like the only way this could possibly be effective is if they were trying to kill All Might with secondhand embarrassment

“those are assassins” this is a VERY generous assessment, All Might

OH MY GOD THE TIKI TORCHES ACTUALLY KILLED THE FUCK OUT OF HERCULES

[slaps roof of car] this baby can fit so many weaponized festive backyard lighting solutions in it

and yet, even after watching this with my own two eyes, I still can’t take these dudes seriously. idek what it is. anyways r.i.p. Hercules, I loved you a lot but I guess you weren’t actually a very good armored car were you

omg they didn’t know it was All Might??

okay 1) for a moment there I was like “oh hey maybe they’re not so bad after all” but then a moment later it was like “ah nope, they are.” like, that was an interesting .06 second emotional journey there. anyways 2) All Might you have my permission to kick their asses for this disrespect, and 3) anyone else all of a sudden getting “wouldn’t this be an interesting time for Stain to suddenly show up” vibes?? no?? just me???

(ETA: hmm tbh I’ve still got those vibes and they haven’t gone away lol. Stain?? you out there buddy?? do you want to be cool for just once in your life. ball’s in your court pal.)

OH SNAP ALL MIGHT ARE YOU REALLY GONNA DO IT ARE YOU GONNA KICK THEIR ASSES

PROTECTIVE DAD MODE ACTIVATED?? BECAUSE YOU KNOW I’M HERE FOR THAT SHIT, SO YEAH, FEEL FREE

omg he’s shouting at them about how much Deku has suffered lmao and they’re just like falling over from being scolded

so they have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about though, right? “SIR THIS IS A WENDY’S” well whatever, you killed his pet car so he’s in a bad mood now

OH MY GOD

LIKE, JUST SO WE’RE ALL CLEAR, THESE FOUR PAGES SO FAR HAVE MADE ALMOST ZERO SENSE. LIKE MAYBE 2% SENSE TOPS. BUT ASK ME IF I CARE. GO AHEAD AND ASK. I SAID GO AHEAD, IT’S OKAY. ...NO I DON’T CARE AT ALL THANK YOU FOR ASKING

(ETA: also, the more I look at this panel, the more I’m just like, why the hell would you phrase it like that though, sob. way to doubly tempt fate?? are you trying to give Horikoshi a challenge??)

and now back to Deku who is randomly bouncing around the city and narrating it to himself just in case he was confused about why he was doing this

who are you talking to Deku. but thanks we appreciate it

man you gotta love that overconfidence. the smartest guy in the world warned you away from this lady, so SURE, LET’S RUN RIGHT UP TO HER. “I APPRECIATE YOUR INPUT, FLASHBACK!HAWKS, BUT I’LL TAKE IT FROM HERE” well okay then!!

I think it would be funny if RHA.com put little Buzzfeed-style polls in between the chapter pages so they could survey people at random intervals as they read their way through the chapter. like, you finish this page and then there’s a little poll there asking “do you think Deku’s plan of catching up to Lady Nagant and finding out where Shigaraki is will work?”, and you click “no” just like everyone else and then nod as the results show that 97% of your fellow readers also picked “no”, and you chuckle to yourself wondering how many of the 3% accidentally clicked on the wrong option by mistake, and then you keep on reading

ANYWAY, SO

HOW’S THAT PLAN WORKING OUT FOR YOU SO FAR DEKU. nice kick, though!!

omggggggg

ouch

update: Deku’s plan not really working out. sources tell me my boy has been fucking shot. this is an ongoing story and we will keep you posted with the latest developments as they come in

wait what

feel free to explain to the rest of us what all of this “UNLESS...” and “THAT POSSIBILITY...” shit means anytime, Deku

oh lol did he realize she could fly??

BREAKING NEWS UPDATE, CNN’s John King reports that Deku is still fucked. eyewitness reports now coming in that Nagant is doing no-look shots and basically not even giving a fuck. sources described her mannerisms and expression as “sexy, but in like an effortless sort of way.” we will continue to bring you the latest

so now there’s basically an entire page of Deku being all “ah fuck so she’s basically closing in and she could already hit me with impossible accuracy even from Far Away, so if that’s the case then her being Up Close is probably going to be even worse!” making good use of that Big Hero Brain there, Deku

so now what, you’re doing some kind of spiraling kick thing?? how is that going to help

oh lol he’s using Smokescreen to create some cover. aww, good for you Deku you named one of your Smokescreen attacks

OH NO LADY DON’T TELL ME AFO DIDN’T EVEN FILL YOU IN ON THE BASICS

seriously, AFO?? you basically told her what Deku’s exact strategy was going to be but then couldn’t be assed to drop that little, small, barely notable piece of knowledge that Deku is rocking multiple quirks?? is it supposed to be a secret or something?? you dropped the ball here man

damn this is getting intense now

(ETA: the way En is poking Deku’s head in that first panel is fucking sending me, I love this guy so much omg.)

well then what are you planning, Deku?? I’m actually really curious!! I am genuinely starting to be invested in this fight scene not only in the “wanting to see who wins and how that impacts the plot” sense, but also in the “wanting to see how it happens because the choreography and strategy is actually pretty cool” sense, which honestly hasn’t happened for quite a while now! this is fun

anyway so what’s up Deku, are you going to use another quirk?? I’ve been speculating that he hasn’t actually unlocked the last two yet (since Two and Three didn’t exactly seem convinced when we last saw them), but maybe I’m about to be proven wrong

(ETA: well he clearly has Three’s obviously, but Two’s is still MIA, and that’s the one I am of course the most curious about. that’s the one we’re all curious about, let’s be real.)

OH SNAP???

AHHHH I’M HYPED LOL. ANOTHER SHINY NEW QUIRK LOL SHOULD I PUT UP THE USUAL DISCOURSE DISCLAIMER

(ETA: so yeah, after thinking on it, I’m not gonna say “please no Deku discourse on my blog” this week, but I probably will ignore any discourse that does come my way though, just because I don’t have much interest in getting involved in what would probably be a pretty repetitive discussion. like, I can just sum up my opinions (which is what they are) here instead. in fact here they are lol:

1) I like the SIXQUIRKS and I like seeing Deku be a badass.

2) I also don’t think Deku is too OP. more like he’s exactly as OP as he needs to be at the moment, given that we’re approaching the end of the series. I expect the other kids will also be pretty damn OP when we see them fight again. we’re just at that point now where they’re all badasses (as well they should be; they’ve grown a lot and they deserve it). it’s just that Deku’s the one we’re getting to see right now.

3) of course I miss Kacchan and the others, but for me this vibes much closer to the MVA arc where even though I missed them, I was still having a blast (as opposed to the dark days of the Basement arc where I was pretty much losing it lol). like, even though Kacchan’s my favorite, I still love Deku a lot and this arc has been amazing for him getting to shine on his own (for like the first time, really).

4) y’all know I love the OFA plot and I’ve never been shy about that lol. I like all of the Vestiges a lot. Banjou and his over the top personality; En and his “guy you thought would be serious and :| all the time but is actually hyper-animated and ALL OVER THE PLACE” energy; Shiro who actually is a :| sort of guy lol; Three who I still expect will be fleshed out in a more detailed flashback at some point; and of course Two, who, well. you know what I think about him lol. Bakuverse is still on the table and I’m still hyped. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we still have yet to see Two actually talk to Deku (as opposed to talking to the other Vestiges while Deku is distracted). did he lend him his power yet?? or is he still holding out?? either way it’s definitely going to be a Big Thing when it finally happens and I can’t wait to see it.

5) Lady Nagant is Everything and just because Deku grabbed her arm doesn’t mean the fight is over yet lol. Overhaul hasn’t come into play yet either. not to mention that even if the fight is over, the “where do we go from here” part still has me excited either way. her connection to Hawks and the HPSC is very intriguing and we’ve barely touched on that as of yet; she definitely has more of a role to play in this.

6) last but not least, I feel like every week the discussion is all about how much focus Deku’s getting, and how OP he is or isn’t, and OFA this and OFA that, but meanwhile I’m actually so invested in the character development here though?? the way Deku has distanced himself from everyone (except for the Vestiges, because of course they’re already dead so it’s not like they can die again lol)?? the way he’s pushing himself far too hard and we can see the shadows in and under his eyes, and the fact that he never smiles, and even All Might has remarked on how he isn’t taking care of himself at all?? the fact that he’s so single-mindedly obsessed with focused on stopping AFO?? the fact that he’s still the same sweet old Deku despite everything and was so kind to that fox lady with the umbrella, but there was also something so sad about that scene because it felt like a reminder of the type of hero that he wants to be, but that he’s not allowed to be right now?? because the stakes are too high and the world is falling apart?? and he feels like he’s the only one who can do something about it?? and that he has to be?? and that he is putting so much pressure on himself right now, and it’s absolutely too much pressure for any one person to bear, and I feel like no one is fucking talking about this lol goddammit.

anyway so yeah. I have feels about this, and every week that slow-burn angst is getting more and more intense behind the scenes, and I feel like it’s all going to hit a breaking point eventually. sooner rather than later. it really feels like a mirror of Katsuki’s post-Kamino arc. where all that angst was just churning below the surface for like twenty chapters and then it finally was like “okay it’s time” and it all came bursting out and we got the best five chapters of the fucking series (in my admittedly biased estimation lol).

basically, I know that most of fandom is billing this as either the “villain hunt” arc or the “solo Deku SIXQUIRKS fighting arc” or whatever. but for me, it’s always been and still is the Deku Angst arc lol. the cool fights are a sexy bonus (the worldbuilding less so because even though it’s interesting to see society at such a low point, it’s also very depressing and gets old pretty fast), but for me the thing that’s really keeping me engaged chapter after chapter is seeing Deku like we’ve never seen him before. seeing him all quiet and withdrawn and brooding and focused on AFO, AFO, AFO, and seeing that “he just doesn’t take himself into account” mentality taken to extremes. I am invested in that. I’m soaking up that angst each and every week, and I’m invested in seeing what comes of it. it’s a big picture thing. week to week this arc might just seem like a bunch of villain fight scenes, sure. but Deku’s emotional journey is the thread that’s going to carry this arc through from beginning to end, and for that I’m willing to be patient.

anyway that turned into a BIG OL’ RANT there but yeah! so those are my thoughts on the disk horse as it currently stands. and like I said, I’m open to discussion, but tbh I will probably just wind up repeating these same talking points endlessly so just a fair warning lol.)

anyway so Three says Deku has yet to use his quirk at ALL but now he’s trying to combine it with another quirk?? damn. also please check out En’s face here you guys

En launching a sneak attack up my favorite character list by the sheer power of his expressions alone. he really knows how to make the most of his screentime

OH DAMN DEKU

at this point the 3% from that hypothetical poll earlier are starting to feel prettttty damn smug, I’ll bet. well shit

what in the fuck

?? so like releasing his chi or whatnot?? isn’t that basically just like base OFA all over again?? also Deku did you seriously just apologize to Gran’s cape

update: Nagant has turned her eyeball into a gun

hm. hmmmmmmm. ...okay yep, still somehow sexy

anyway so she’s just floating up there building suspense, as one does. lord I sure hope she has good reflexes because something tells me she’s going to need them

OH SNAP HE THREW GRAN’S CAPE AS A DECOY WHAAAAT OKAY THAT’S SOME SMART SHIT DEKU

LOL SHE’S MAD NOW

JESUS CHRIST SHE JUST NEVER TAKES A GODDAMN BREAK FROM BEING AWESOME HUH

DEKU ARE YOU JUST THROWING EVERY DAMN THING IN YOUR INVENTORY

but without the cape and the hood how will you continue to look like an enigmatic badass. you really can’t. which means we might finally be moving on from the wandering nomad part of this arc, stay tuned

LOL YOU MANIAC

I hope he went full Kacchan with the dialogue there. his face sure looks like it lol. popped out of a building all mad fdskljlkj omg

well this was fun, shit. I still have basically no idea what Three’s quirk does though lol. like, can he use it to charge up objects with kinetic energy or something?? but then what was all of that talk about combining it with one of the other quirks?? or was that just because he was using Smokescreen at the same time??

(ETA: having seen and read an additional half-dozen explanations of Three’s quirk, I can say with confidence that I still have basically no idea what it is or does.)

anyway so!! Deku is a badasssssss but something tells me not to count Nagant out just yet even so. also I really enjoy seeing Deku flip out on people like he doesn’t have a fucking hole in his torso because it reminds me of A CERTAIN SOMEONE and I always love to see him channeling that feral energy; I feel like it’s been a while

anyways good luck to you both!! I truly wish that both of you could win. but if not, then maybe you can at least become friends instead. you have so much in common, you both can fly and have multiple quirks and you’re both badasses, and plus it would just be really funny to see the look on Hawks’s face lmao

#bnha 313 #midoriya izuku #lady nagant #bnha meta #deku meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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Count the Shadows - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky wants you to sit on his face.

Warnings: smut, a more dominant reader than I’m used to writing, pining!Bucky, all of the good stuff, second hand embarassment

A/N: so... this is a gift to @navegandoaciegas. She gave me the idea for the Graveyard series ending, and that actually inspired me to keep working on that fic that was supposed to only be a oneshot and then became the pride of my eye. I hope you don’t mind that I’m dedicating this to her 😅 It also allowed me to explore some new kinks that might be appearing thanks to her writing and so really, I felt like this had to see the light of day. But really, if it weren’t for @world-of-aus, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog and @awesomerextyphoon‘s support, I probably never would have had the courage to publish it, so thank you guys so much!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Friday nights at Stark tower meant that something out of the ordinary was about to happen, and I’d already grown used to it, after being a part of the Avengers for the last two months. However, that didn’t mean that the prospect of a night planned by Tony Stark didn’t bring me a hell of a lot of anxiety, to the point where sometimes I’d catch myself wishing for a simple recon mission to take me away for the weekend.

Despite all of my fears and discomfort, I’d been lucky so far. Not once had his attentions turned towards me, and he never even so much as called me to dance with him during one of the raves he liked to organize, so I was able to slip by unnoticed, seizing the opportunity to drink the good (expensive) booze and talk to my friends before retiring for the night.

By Wednesday that week, it was clear that the same couldn’t be said about the next event he’d be hosting.

“Say, Y/L/N, have I thrown you a welcome party?” Was my rude awakening on that fateful morning. Until his arrival, I’d been happily whipping up some pancakes for the supersoldiers and Sam, my morning run partners. The moment his question was processed in my brain however, I froze on my spot, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Oh, now, don’t give me that look. When have I ever thrown a bad party?”

Bucky choked on his coffee, and I immediately was by his side, lightly tapping his back to help him. “I guess this answers your question,” I joked, but with a serious face. Unfortunately, Tony simply rolled his eyes, too used to Bucky and I’s “antisocial behavior”, like he usually described, to give us any attention. “Okay, so maybe not bad, but if you’re going to throw a party using me as an excuse, I have at least one request. And it’s a dealbreaker for me.”

Something in my words truly interested Tony, because instead of brushing me off he actually turned to face me, raising his eyebrows in expectation. “So what you mean is that if I don’t give you what you want, you won’t join the party?”

I nodded, standing my ground. “That’s right.” Next to me, Bucky stood straighter in his chair.

“Neither will I.” That brought a smile to my lips, and I turned to hug him quickly.

“Thanks Buck,” I whispered in his ear, relishing in the way he always held onto my embrace just a second longer than I expected. It was always like this with us. Ever since I first noticed just how touch-starved the super soldier was, I’d find little excuses to touch him. And if I ever doubted my first assumption, the way he always chased away my warmth for just a second longer was enough to prove to me that I was doing something right.

“Very well,” Tony said after clearing his throat to regain my attention. “What’s your request?”

“Only the people who live in this tower can be invited.” I was expecting a lot of fuss from the billionaire, but surprisingly, all I got was a disappointed sigh.

“Figured as much. Okay, big shot. But here’s the deal: you’ll have to stay the entire night and participate in every game we decide to play.” I shrugged, taking a sip of my coffee. That sounded fair. “It’s a deal then! All you have to do is be here on Friday night, capisce? Don’t be late.”

I should have known something was up back then, but as it were, I was just happy that I was able to stop him from filling the Tower with people I didn’t know. Not only would it help to keep Bucky relaxed (and perhaps even allow him to enjoy himself for once!), it’d also help to keep myself relaxed.

I’d never been one to enjoy big crowds, and I especially didn’t want to celebrate joining the team with people who weren’t even a part of it. It made sense. So when Friday night rolled around, it found me in a way better mood than I expected. I even accepted Nat’s suggestion and let her pick my clothes. I was feeling so great, in fact, that I felt bolder, brave enough to accept to wear a satin red dress with a deep neckline that seemed to be able to attract every man’s attention upon seeing me.

Even Bucky seemed drawn to it. And I couldn’t deny that knowing I held that sort of power even to a man of his caliber, a man that attractive, made me feel even braver. But with braveness comes stupidity, and I was brutally reminded of that fact by Tony’s smug face when I heard the dare he had for me.

Listen, I would have never accepted the idea of fucking truth or dare if it wasn’t for this stupidly sexy dress. I mean, the powers that clothing can have… They can make you blind with clout. That’s the only way I could justify what happened next.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I argued, much to Tony’s (and the rest of the team’s) amusement. Each and every single one of them looked at me with barely contained laughter, with the exception of Bucky, apparently.

“Careful, sweetheart… The dare’s already on and that wasn’t very sexy of you.” Narrowing my eyes at him, I very carefully thought out my gameplay here. I could very well retreat to my bedroom and go to sleep. But then again, this whole night had been so fun, and Tony had been really nice to abide by my wishes to only invite people that I knew…

“Fine. I’ll spend the rest of the night being as blunt as possible as I hit on you guys. After all, this is probably the only way you’ll ever get to hear me talking dirty, huh?” And with a wink in Tony’s direction, I resigned myself to face the challenge ahead. “So, let’s get on with this orgy, shall we?”

Bucky’s P.O.V.

It’s not that I was jealous. Of course, I wasn’t jealous. It’s just… hearing her say those things in front of everyone else made my blood boil like nothing else. I knew it wasn’t my place to feel this way. It’s not like she owed me anything, much less attention. As much as I wanted, she wasn’t mine, or even close to that.

Despite being head over heels in love with her, I still hadn’t gathered enough courage to even ask her out for a cup of coffee - or anything else, for that matter. And the worst part was that everyone but her seemed to know about my feelings. Which made this whole night even worse, since I was pretty sure Tony had done all of this on purpose.

So I had to sit through a lot of “Oh, please fuck me”, and “I wouldn’t kick you out of bed,” none of which were addressed to me - and those were the least graphic ones. I couldn’t really blame her, since I hadn’t spoken a single word from the second this whole dare started, but still, I was sulking, and I knew it.

In fact, I was so lost inside my own head, that I didn’t even realize what had happened when she asked “Do you want me to sit on your face or what?” (which I’m pretty sure was directed to Sam) until a heavy silence took the place of the animated chatter that had been going on. Imagine my surprise when I realized everyone was staring at me.

“What?” I asked, my heart already beating out of control, looking from one face to the other in the hopes of grasping what I had lost in the conversation.

“You just said you wanted Y/N to sit on your face,” was the response I got, from no other than Sam himself, and if my heart had been pounding on my chest only seconds before, now it felt as if it had stopped altogether.

“You’re crazy,” I tried to joke, trying with all of my might not to look at the woman who was staring at me. I could feel her gaze on my face. It burned and I ached to look, to see what sort of expression she was wearing, but my anxiety was just too strong - stronger than my curiosity ever could be.

“I wish I was, man. But you literally just answered ‘Please sit on mine’ when she asked if she could sit on my face.” I was going to die. I was sure of it. My face felt so warm, there was no way I wouldn’t just spontaneously combust any second now.

The worst part was, I knew Sam was telling the truth. Because those were the precise words I thought the second that I heard the offer leave her beautiful lips. And now I didn’t know what to do.

“Fine, your room or mine?” She broke me out of my self-deprecating thoughts, surprising me so much that I automatically raised my eyes to meet hers, finding her looking down at me with a mischievous smirk on her lips. Was she joking? Was this part of the dare?

The room erupted on laughs and I forced myself to join them, praying to whoever was available up in the heavens that they would let me be and thankfully, soon enough, the conversation smoothly transitioned away from me and my stupid malfunctioning. Y/N didn’t look in my direction again, which helped with my task of trying to get my breathing pattern into a normal one once more, and in a half hour people were breaking up into small groups and going back into their own rooms for the night.

I figured it was safe to do the same. So I got back to my bedroom’s floor with my hands buried deep in my pocket, trying to figure out what the hell had happened that night, when the door to my room suddenly opened and a tiny hand wrapped around my wrist, hauling me as best as they could into my own living quarters.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Bucky looked beyond surprised as he stared down at me with his mouth hanging open. I was tempted to tease him about letting flies in if he stayed like that, but I didn’t want to make this any more difficult for him than it clearly already would be. To be honest, I also had no idea how I’d been able to move that mountain of a man.

“What are you doing in my room?” Oh, right. That’s what he was concerned about. Fair enough.

“I wanted to show you something.” By the way he opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally being able to say anything else, it was clear that it wasn’t the answer he was expecting, but then again, he obviously wasn’t expecting me to be in his room.

“W-What?”

I grinned, immediately curling my fingers on the edge of my dress before promptly pulling it over my head and sending it flying across the room. Bucky’s jaw dropped, and it only made my smile grow bigger as I quickly got rid of my bra before finally doing the same to my underwear.

“What? Did you think I would let you suffer?” The poor thing, he didn’t seem capable of answering at all, eyes the size of plates as he stared at my naked body, practically drooling. I ran my hands over my breasts, cupping them slightly before trailing further down.

“Did you think I’d let Sam learn what my pussy tasted like? Or Steve? No, no, no, James. This is for you and you only.” Burying a finger inside of me, I made sure to let out my loudest, most pornographic moan as I slowly thrusted it once inside of me before raising it to his face.

“See how I’m soaked? I always get like this when I’m near you.” Bucky actually whimpered, knees faltering for a second as he reached out to grab a hold of himself with the wall next to us, and I laughed before raising a challenging eyebrow in his direction. “What are you waiting for? Get on your knees.”

My breath hitched as I watched the mountain of a man before me literally do exactly that, hypnotizingly staring at the space between my legs before slowly meeting my eyes with a look of pure need in his perfect face. Jesus. How the fuck was I supposed to control myself when he was looking at me like that?

I had gathered the sense that Bucky wanted me, that much became clear tonight, but I had no idea the extent of his desire until just then. Until he looked at me with pupils dilated from under his stupidly long eyelashes, breath coming out from his open mouth like he was desperate for me, desperate to taste what I had to offer.

He looked like he would do anything I asked him to in that second, and the feeling of power that thought gave me left me horny as nothing else. So my first order of business was to command, “Eat me.”

The second the words were out, it was clear that was all he was waiting to do what both of us so clearly wanted. Two strong hands grabbed me from behind and with that grasp of my ass, he pulled me to him until I was in fact seated on his face, wholly dependent on his muscular body to keep me up.

“Oh God,” he was the one to whisper, and a shiver ran through my body as he licked my pussy from clit to hole before diving in as if he was determined to rid me of all of my wetness - knowing fully well it was an impossible task.

Bucky Barnes didn’t need any guidance in the art of eating pussy, that quickly became clear to me, but I still felt the need to grab a hold of his hair just to help keep myself grounded into the reality of this moment. The way he moaned against my cunt at the action, the vibrations running through my body and making me tremble on top of him, certainly didn’t make me regret any part of my decision. It was clear he liked that sting of pain.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

I was having a hard time believing this was really happening, even though I had Y/N’s completely naked body on top of me, her cunt spread open by my own tongue, her juices covering every inch of my tongue. I couldn’t even convince myself to close my eyes to fully enjoy her taste, too preoccupied with memorizing every little thing about this moment.

And the second she opened her eyes to find me already looking up at her, I was particularly glad for my decision, if only because I got to witness the delicious smile that took over her beautiful face before she grinded her pussy against my lips.

“Fuck, you look so good like this. I could get used to this.” A jolt ran through my body at the implications of what she was saying. Before I could even fully process it, I was already responding with the only thing that occupied my mind then, “Please do.”

If I thought I would scare her away with my desperation, a delighted giggle immediately managed to calm my nerves. “Do you always say what you’re thinking?” She asked, still rubbing herself against me, so it took me a while to be able to moan against her wetness an honest, “Yes.” When I did though, the vibrations managed to be exactly what she needed to gush her release onto my waiting mouth, making me growl in excitement. She was so fucking sweet. My cock was so fucking hard it hurt, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to pleasure her, how much I never wanted this night to end.

Unfortunately for my plans, she decided to climb down from me, eyes drinking my kneeling position while she caught her breath for a bit before she threw herself on my bed, feet on the mattress so I’d get a perfect vision of her perfect pussy. Hypnotized, I didn’t even notice I’d gotten up and approached her until her voice broke me out of my reverie.

“Would you like to take a picture?” I knew she was joking, but there was no way I’d miss the slightest possibility of getting at least a permanent reminder of this night, so I answered as truthfully as possible yet again, “Of course. Would you let me take one?”

I was expecting her to laugh it off and move this along, but once more her answer surprised me. “Only if you promise me you won’t use it to jerk off to.” The confusion must have been clear in my expression, because she quickly added, “That’s what I’m here for.”

My heartbeat picked up as I struggled to process her words. “D-Does this mean you’ll want to do this again?” I watched as a small smile grew on her lips and she sat up on the mattress before reaching out to me.

“Every night, if you’ll have me.”

Another moment of silence as I struggled to accept that this was real, that this was really happening.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I couldn’t contain my delighted giggles at the lovestruck expression on Bucky’s eyes. But my need for him was growing deeper every second, so while he stared I reached out for his jeans, quickly managing to unzip them and push them down until I could wrap my hands around his member.

“Jesus, you’re so hard.” Even without any actual stimulation, apparently just giving me pleasure was enough to get him ready for me. I could barely wait to feel his cock inside of my pussy.

“I-I can’t believe this is happening,” he whispered while climbing on the bed and settling between my thighs. “I’ve been dreaming about this for the longest time.” Gosh, could he be any more perfect?

“Well, it’s happening now, James. Please, please, fuck me. I need your cock in me.” His lips looked wet from our earlier activities, and my gaze immediately fell on them when he gasped at my words and the feeling of his cock rubbing on my pussy. When I positioned the head and pulled him closer to me, signaling what I wanted, he followed without any resistance, his entire body trembling as he struggled to keep himself up with both hands on either side of my head.

“You’re doing so great, baby. God, it feels so good to be with you like this.” Apparently, Bucky grew tired of fighting against his own body, since he allowed his massive frame to fall just over mine, resting his forehead on mine.

“Fuck.” Hearing the word whispered so close to me, his warm breath dancing over my skin, while he was effectively about to do just that, felt incredibly arousing for something so small. “It’s like I can’t get close enough to you.”

In the search to feel more connected to me, he finally started thrusting, and then it was like I’d forgotten to speak altogether. Only able to hold tight to those shoulders that tempted me for so long, I struggled to keep the moans and whimpers inside so I could continue to hear the little breathless whispers that he was releasing, almost like he was speaking to himself…

“So wet…” It all only made me more desperate for the enchanting man on top of me, so beautiful, and yet so insecure of his own allure. I hoped after tonight he’d start understanding just how attractive he truly was, at least to me.

“Bucky…” I managed to whisper, calling out for his attention and earning it when his eyes snapped open to meet mine. “Bucky, kiss me.” I needed to feel those lips against mine, to have that one sweet gesture of entwinement that we still hadn’t shared. Apparently, he felt the same need, because in a second, he was onto me, mouth slowly prying mine open so his tongue could explore yet another part of my body that now belonged to him.

By then, he couldn’t contain his moans anymore, and I was grateful that I was still able to keep mine low so I wouldn’t miss the symphony of whimpers and whines, especially after he pulled away to catch his breath and his eyes met mine.

“Fuck, darling…” Each sound from his lips made my pulse grow quicker, my body warmer, that incredible high closer and closer to me. And still, because I needed to tease him, I found myself saying, “For someone who was so embarrassed about the team knowing you wanted me, you surely can be loud.”

Bucky hid his head on the crook of my neck, making goosebumps rise all over my body as he rubbed his nose against my skin, breathing me in. If I thought it was a gesture of shyness, his next words assured me that wasn’t the case at all.

“I want them to hear. I want them to know I’m yours.” The confession had the fire of desire burning brighter inside of me, and my hands slipped around his back, certainly leaving nailprints behind.

“Oh, is that it? You’re mine now, James?” The thought thrilled me to no end, but I needed him to say it, not only because I wanted to be sure there was no uncertainty in his feelings for me, but also because it made me even weaker for the soldier and the dominance he had over my body.

“C-Can I be? Please?” There was so much vulnerability in his beautiful blue eyes that the only answer I managed to give at first was the connection between our lips again, pulling him down to me so our bodies were completely glued to one another once more. My fingers buried in his locks, I pulled on them when I needed to gather some air, and finally give him an actual answer.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“Hell fucking yes. We’ll be the hottest couple on Earth.” A shiver went through my body at the realization that she truly wanted this, that she truly wanted me. A sound escaped my lips before I could realize, and in fact, I only noticed it because she broke me out of my reverie by saying, “You know, everytime you whine, I have the overwhelming urge to just tie you down to this bed and give you a reason to do so.”

Shit. This woman made me weak. And the moment I lost control of my own weight, she took advantage of it, inverting our positions so she was the one on top, while managing to keep my cock nestled deep inside of her.

“Do you want to cum, sweetheart?” Hearing the filthiness that spilled out of her lips only made me hotter and hotter, my hands flying up to hold her waist as she began to ride me. “Tell me just how badly you want it. Say it, or I’ll leave you right here, right on the edge of bliss, and I’ll cum on your thigh instead.”

I heaved loudly, trying to force my own tongue to work, but the sight of her breasts bouncing with her movements was too hypnotizing. I would never regain full control of my body again, I realized, for as long as she wanted to keep me around. But instead of feeling lost, like I did when the Winter Soldier took over, all I could feel was peace.

She wanted me. She wanted my body, my soul, every part of me. Despite every missing piece, every scar. Everything anyone had ever done to me, everything I’d done to so many. And I’d gladly give it all to her, forever.

“Please, please let me cum, ma’am.” The name left my lips before I could realize, but it made her smile. And right then, I knew I’d done the right thing. Her movements picked up, her hand searching mine to guide my thumb to meet her nub, and as soon as I started rubbing it, she gasped in the most melodic of sounds.

“Cum for me, James. I wanna feel you cumming inside of me.” Jesus fucking christ. I didn’t have a choice, my body reacting to her calling like she was a siren and I was helpless. I felt helpless. It wasn’t difficult to see that I liked it, though. I liked being under her control. I liked how she pulled me apart and held me in place all at the same time.

“If you don’t take your thumb away, so help me God.” Her voice broke me out of my thoughts, realizing her chest was heaving with the effort to breathe properly now that she’d reached her climax with me. I smiled sheepishly before adjusting on the bed, right when she climbed down from my body, and a whine escaped my chest despite my better wishes, making her look at me with an amused smile.

“I’m sorry, I just… I kinda miss you already.” Her smile grew bigger, her eyes twinkling under the moonlight as she leaned over me to kiss me, and I couldn’t help it. I just had to hug her closer, have her falling on top of my chest just so I could invert our positions and kiss her some more.

“I want something that’ll show them I’m yours.” I admitted once she pulled away to gather her breath, and her eyebrows rose in surprise, but also interest, I could tell.

“Like a collar?”

“I was thinking more like a love bite, but I don’t mind.” Her giggle was the most adorable sound in the universe, I was sure of it.

“Baby, I’ll let you fuck me in front of them, if it’ll help your insecurity,” she soothed me, and the thought of having everyone see us together, fully understand that I belonged to her, electrified me. “You’re mine now. You can be damn sure if anyone tries to flirt with you, they’ll have to deal with me. And I’ll make sure they know I’m yours and only yours if they try to chat me up.”

The thought made me smile, and I laid back on the bed and pulled her to rest against my chest, my hand instinctively coming up to play with her hair. “I can get used to that.” We stayed like that for a while, just breathing in each other’s presences, relishing in the comfortable silence between us, until I felt the need to break it.

“Can I kiss you again?” I felt her smile against my skin, before she pushed away to reach for me and connect our lips once more. God, I don’t think I’d ever get used to knowing I could have this anytime I wanted. “One more,” I begged when she pulled away, and she pretended to think for a moment before shooting me a mischievous grin.

“Only if you come fuck me in the shower.”

The only thing I could think to say in response, as I watched her strut in the direction of the bathroom, was “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

#my fics #bucky barnes smut #smut #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes reader #bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes reader inserts #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes oneshots #I'm gonna reblog it with the taglists later

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maxwell-grant · 3 years ago

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You have done an (excelent) post on how to reinvent Batman as a Pulp Hero. Do you think you could do one to Superman as well? Or do you think it is impossible to do this with the progenitor of the Super Hero genre without transforming him in a totaly diferent character?

Well, you saying it as impossible only makes it seem ever more tempting of a challenge, but yes, it is a bit harder. I'm gonna link my Batman post here as a reference point.

Partially because Batman's a franchise I've thought extensively about for a long time in regards to what I like about it or how I'd like to approach if given the opportunity, which is not something I can really say for Superman until more recently the Big Blue to start orbiting my brain. I don't have years worth of redesigns or fan concepts saved on my galleries and files to comb through to pick and choose here, and my experience with Superman as a character is considerably different, in some aspects more deeply personal, and not really something I'd like to go into in this blog, at least not now.

Part of the reason why it's harder is also because Batman and Superman have very different relationships with their pulp inspirations. Batman was, ostensibly, a pulp character adapted to comics, a dime-a-dozen Shadow knock-off who picked up and played up diverging traits from other characters and gradually ran with them to gradually forge a unique identity. Superman right from the start was rooted in a much stronger conceptual underpinning: the Sci-Fi Superman and Alien Menace who, instead of being a tragic monster or a tyrannical villain, becomes a costumed adventurer and social crusader. Even the name Super-Man was taken from an early story of Siegel and Shuster about a telepathic villain who ends the story lamenting that he should have used his powers for the good of mankind instead of selfishness. I hesitate to call what Siegel and Shuster were doing “subversive” because that term's picked up a real negative connotation, and it's not like Siegel and Shuster were out to upend their influences (they were pulp aficionados themselves), but rather putting a more positive, new spin on them.

Which is why it also becomes a bit harder to do what I did with Batman and align Superman with some of his pulp-esque inspirations, like John Carter, Flash Gordon or Hugo Danner, without just making it "Superman but he's John Carter", "Superman but it's Flash Gordon", and "Iron Munro / Superman but everything sucks" respectively. It's harder to create a character that wouldn't feel reduntant and derivative at best, and actively contradictory to Superman at worst.

I guess if I had to come up with a "Pulp Hero Superman" take I liked, well first of all I'd have to take steps to distance it from the likes of Tom Strong or Al Ewing's Doc Thunder, those two are as good as it gets in regards to Pulp Supermen. I stipulated for Batman a "No Guns, No Murder, No Service" policy partially to distance my takes on Batman from all the "Pulp Batmen" that just add guns and murder and take Batman back to the barest of basics. Likewise, I'm adding a "No Depowered Science Hero" rule here, which means it's a take that's likely going to veer off a lot more into fantasy and probably enough tampering with Clark's character that it does risk becoming a different character.

Frankly I don't think I'm gonna succeed at doing these without just making it a new character entirely, because with Batman you can get away with just upending the character's aesthetic and setting and even origin and still keep it recognizably Bruce Wayne (in fact Batman does that all the time), which isn't really the case with Superman, who needs those to remain recognizably Superman as he goes through internal changes and character shifts. I guess what I'm gonna do here is more taking the building blocks of Superman/Clark Kent and see a couple new ways I can rearrange them to create a Pulp Superman

Perhaps something we can do is to scale back or recontextualize the "superhero" parts without diminishing Superman's role as a superpowered fantasy character.

One way we can start is by picking on that connection between Superman and the sci-fi supermen/alien monsters of pulps I mentioned earlier and play it up further, to create a Superman who's deeply, deeply alien in a way that no mild-mannered disguise or colorful outfit can really disguise, something so dramatically powerful and alien, that instead you could get tales about the kinds of ensuing changes and ripple effects this has on the world upon the The Super-Man's arrival. And for that I'm gonna have to quote @davidmann95's concept for Joshua Viers' absolutely stunning Superman redesign on the left side of the image above

The red, the goldish-orange and white, the alienness, the angelic, sculpted feeling, the halo, that innocently curious expression: it’s genuinely beautiful. Superman as a redeeming science-angel from beyond our understanding, as much past the uncanny valley of limited human comprehension as a Lovecraftian monster but tuned to the opposite key - you could spend an endless procession of human lifetimes trying and failing to understand this being, but all you’ll ever know for sure is that it is beyond you, and it knows you, and it loves you.

Superdoomsday from Earth 45, healed and transformed into the savior it was originally envisioned as? Some descendant of his, or a future of the man himself? An alien who picked up on a broadcast of Superman from Earth, and so inspired reshaped itself in his image to spread his ‘gospel’ to the stars?

Alternatively, to come back to Earth a little, many, many pulp characters and series were built off the antics and personalities of real people, celebrities getting their own magazines or serials or fictionalized takes on them, so perhaps one way to make a "pulp" take on Superman would be to emphasize a bit more of Superman's real-world roots, trends that inspired his creation directly or indirectly at the time. The Jewish strongman Sigmund Breibart and Shuster's interest in fitness culture, Harold Lloyd's comic persona, the rising "strongman" film genre in the early 20th century, actors Clark Gable and Kent Taylor that supposedly named his secret identity, Clark Kent being a socially-awkward journalist based of Siegel's own school experiences.

Maybe one start to an authentic Pulp Superman, who would still be Superman, would be to just ask the question "What if Superman was a real person and/or a celebrity, and they started making pulp magazines and serials dedicated to him? What would those look like?". You wouldn't even have to restrict it to just a story set in the 1930s, in fact you could even play around with the rise of new mediums over the decades.

This third one is a little closer to some plans I have for my own take on a Superman character, not necessarily what I would do with Superman proper but one of my ideas for a Superman analogue. Superman's a character I'll always associate strongly with childhood and childhood fantasy, and to tap into that I would emphasize the other end of the fiction that influenced Siegel and Shuster: comic strips, in their case specifically Little Nemo and Popeye.

In my case I would bring additional influences from some of the comic strips I personally grew up reading like Monica's Gang and Calvin and Hobbes, and I already talked a bit about Captain Fray in terms of how he’s a Superman character despite being a villain. I guess you could call this one "What if Superman was a public domain comic strip character, stripped of the importance of being the founding figure of a super popular genre or extended universe, and also was kind of ugly?".

He's not "Sloth from the Goonies" ugly, I swear I didn't actually have Sloth in mind when typing out this idea, I've never watched that film nor did I know until now that he actually spends the film in a Superman shirt. That's not really what I'm going for. Visually I was thinking of modeling my take on Superman heavily after Hugo from Street Fighter and his inspiration Andre the Giant, to really emphasize the “circus strongman / freak wrestler” aspect of Superman’s inspiration, particularly in regards to how Hugo’s SFIII version strikes a really great balance in making Hugo ugly and both comedic and fearsome in battle, as well as lovable and even a little dopey (without being outright stupid, like his IV self) in his victory animations and endings.

He's still Superman, he still goes on fantastical adventures to help people, he's still a deeply loving and compassionate soul whose face beams with joy and affection and who's got wonderful eyes and a great smile. It's just that this smile has a couple of mismatched stick-out teeth or some missing ones, and he's got a crooked smile some people take as smug or malicious, he’s got a strongman’s gut instead of a bodybuilder’s abs, his nose is a little busted (maybe he’s had too many crash landings), and his hair is a little wild or greasy, and he doesn't exactly have very good people skills because of how others usually react to him and, y'know, he doesn't get the kind of publicity Superman would get despite doing ostensibly the same things. He’s not deformed, he’s incredibly intelligent and capable, but in comparison to how superheroes are usually allowed to look, he might as well be Bizarro in the public eye.

It becomes a running gag that people tend to assume some nearby fireman or cop was the one who rescued the hundred orphans out of a burning building single-handedly, meanwhile he's getting accosted off-panel by police officers who think he set the building on fire, or think they can bully this weird man dressed funny. He goes to rescue old people in peril and occasionally they yell at him that they don't have any money. He doesn't get asked to lead superhero meetings or teams even though many in the community advocate for just how much he does for the world, he gets censored out of tv broadcasts or group shots (even his face is sometimes pixelated when they do show him), people invite him on talk shows and don't really let him talk or assume they got the wrong guy. He goes to rescue a woman dangling off a building, and then he gets attacked by like three different superhero teams who assume he must have kidnapped the poor damsel. He was the first superhero, he is the strongest of them all still, but he never really gets credit for it, it nor does he even want to. None of this at all stops him or deters him, except for some occasionally funny reactions.

This never really changes for him, he doesn't really earn people's approval nor does he have to, instead the stories, outside of the gags and adventures you’d expect from a comic strip, veer more towards others learning to be less judgmental and him learning ways to better approach people. He isn't any lesser than Superman just because he doesn't look like most people would want him to look and he doesn't have to look like Superman. Really I think we could use more superheroes that don’t look all so uniformly pretty.

Again, probably not a take that would work for Clark proper, but it’s one way I would take a shot at doing Superman with my own

I have other stuff in the works for this character but I'd like to keep them to better work on them for now, but yeah, these are three of my shots at developing a Pulp Superman.

Alternatively here's a fourth idea that's more pulp than all of these: Join up Nicholas Cage with Panos Cosmatos again, or whatever weird indie director he decides to pair up with next, and let them do whatever the hell they want with Superman. Give us Mandy Superman. Superman vs The Color Out of Space. Superman vs Five Nights at Freddy's. Superman’s quest to find THE LAST PIG OF KRYPTON. Anything goes.

#replies tag #dc comics #superman #clark kent #superheroes #comic books #nicholas cage

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 3 years ago

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Incorrect Haikyuu | Pt.5

Pairing: Haikyuu boys x f!reader

Word count: 1.7K

Notes: Quick, important update! I wanted to get a little something new out for your guys, and this was all I was able to work up. I’m redoing every single one of the A-Z Alphabet posts, both the NSFW and the SFW, and it is taking hours on top of hours on top of hours, but they’ll be a lot better when I post them again! I’m sorry it’s taking longer than expected for those to come out, but it’ll basically be like they’re brand new posts because they’re so different

I did have a quick question if anyone would like to help me decide! Should I post the A-Z series as a spam when I finish all of them, or should I post them individually as I finish every single one of them? I would try and post more than one a day of course, but they’re all taking a long time to rewrite. For example, I sat at this laptop for 4 hours yesterday and finished, like, three and a half posts 😅 granted I got a bit distracted, but not for long! They’re the devil I tell you 😭 however much better content for my better blog. If you could either reply here or send me a quick DM or ask to help me choose, I’d really appreciate it!

And as always, the links for the other incorrect Haikyuu is in my preferences masterlist 💕

Sakusa: “You slept with Atsumu, didn’t you?”

You: “Are you insane? Not even if the continuation of our kind depended on it would I be tempted to do something so awful”

Sakusa: *Raises an eyebrow*

You: “Yes, okay— I slept with Atsumu”

<>~<>~<>

You: “From now on, we’re going to be using code names. You can address me as Eagle One. Kuroo’s codename: Been There Done That”

Kuroo: *Light smirk*

You: “Akaashi is: Currently Doing That”

Akaashi:

You: “Bokuto is: It Happened Once in a Dream”

Bokuto: *Winks*

You: “Kiyoko, codename, If I Had to Pick a Girl”

Kiyoko:

You: “And Yaku is…”

Yaku:

You: “Eagle Two”

Yaku, sighing in relief: “Oh, thank god”

<>~<>~<>

You: “Thank god I didn’t send any drunk texts last night”

Kita: “Actually, you did”

You: “What?”

Kita: “You sent me “TBH if you wanted your dick sucked, I would gladly volunteer”

You:

You: “That wasn’t… that wasn’t a drunk text”

Kita:

Kita: “What?”

<>~<>~<>

You: “If our life was a movie, you, me and Kuroo would be an OT3”

Bokuto: “But you and Kuroo would be the main ship. I’d only be there to complete the OT3, you know? Just chillin”

You: “If our life was a movie, you’d be dead by now”

Bokuto: “Only in a horror movie! I’d be the first one to die”

Yaku, to Lev: “You’d be the virgin that survives in the end”

<>~<>~<>

Atsumu: “Have you seen my wife?”

Hinata: “Uh, no— not since yesterday. Why, is she missing?”

Atsumu: “Oh, no. I just want people to look at her. Isn’t she perfect?”

<>~<>~<>

Kuroo: “We can’t let you do that”

Bokuto: “And how exactly will you stop me?”

Akaashi: “We will call (y/n)”

Bokuto:

<>~<>~<>

Oikawa: “Nice hands, (y/n)”

You: “Oh, thanks”

Oikawa: “I bet they’d look better wrapped around my—”

Iwaizumi: “BIBLE! WRAPPED AROUND THE BIBLE. PRAISE THE LORD. AMEN”

<>~<>~<>

You: “Truth is, I only know one truly platonic relationship”

Sakusa: “You and I?”

You: “Don’t make me laugh, Omi— you want to hit this so hard”

<>~<>~<>

Kyōtani, eating cereal: “Whatever you’re thinking right now, stop it”

You: “What do you mean?”

Kyōtani: “You always make that face when you’re about to say something super stupid to piss me off, so cut it out—”

You: “I love you”

Kyōtani:

You: “Also, cereal qualifies as a soup”

Kyōtani, dropping his spoon: “I FUCKING KNEW IT”

<>~<>~<>

You: *Taking a nap on Kindaichi’s lap*

Kindaichi: *Reading a book*

You, still sleeping: “Goddamn piece of shit, who do you think you are?”

Kindaichi:

<>~<>~<>

Daichi: “You need my help”

You: “Well, I wouldn’t phrase it exactly like that”

Daichi: “Well, if you want my help, you better phrase it exactly like that”

<>~<>~<>

You: “I tried to acknowledge his feelings. It wasn’t easy. There were a lot of them”

*Earlier that afternoon*

Yaku: “I’m just so confused— wait are you… are you climbing out the window…?”

You: *Halfway out the window*

You:

You: “No”

<>~<>~<>

You: *Sniffing*

You: “Something’s changed”

Kuroo: “Oh, it’s a new cologne. My barber suggested—”

You: “No, not you! I know what you smell like”

<>~<>~<>

Suna, laying next to you, who’s asleep: “Nice”

You, still asleep: *Cuddles closer to Suna*

Suna: “NICE”

<>~<>~<>

You: “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Sakusa: “I think so”

You: “You’re thinking about us having sex right now?”

<>~<>~<>

Kageyama: “Is (y/n) in here?”

Hinata: “Uhhh… you know what—”

You: *Throwing yourself out the window*

Hinata: “She just left”

Kageyama:

Kageyama: “Really?”

Hinata: “Yeah…”

You, grabbing your coat through the broken window: “Sorry, I love you though”

<>~<>~<>

Sakusa: “Did you tell anyone that we’re engaged?”

You: “Yes, Omi. I have no self-control and I told the pretzel vendor that we’re engaged”

Sakusa: “Okay, no need to be sarcastic”

You: “No, seriously. I have no self-control and I told the pretzel vendor that we’re engaged”

<>~<>~<>

Kageyama: “No”

You: “Why?”

Kageyama: “Why do you want to have sex in the Lourve? And don’t you spout that cheesy “I want to pin you to the wall like the piece of art that you are” line”

You: “What if I want you to pin me to the wall like the piece of art that I am?”

Kageyama:

Kageyama: “Then it’s a maybe”

<>~<>~<>

You: “The quickest way to a man’s heart is through the fourth and fifth rib”

Atsumu:

Atsumu: “I thought that it was food or booze…”

You: “Well… I guess poison could work, too”

<>~<>~<>

You, walking towards Iwaizumi: “God, I can’t believe that you’re making me do this”

Iwaizumi: “What are you talking about?”

You, sitting beside him: “I’d rather not, but seeing as I must…”

Iwaizumi: “I didn’t say anything”

You, sitting on his lap: “I really don’t want to…”

Iwaizumi: “What the hell—”

You, nuzzling your face against his neck: “What a shame”

<>~<>~<>

Kuroo: “You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re nice”

You: “What am I when I’m not nice?”

Kuroo: “Hot aS FUCK”

<>~<>~<>

Suna: “Kita and (y/n)? I don’t see it”

Aran:

Suna: “Oh, god, now I see it”

Aran:

Suna: “Aran, help, I can’t stop seeing it”

<>~<>~<>

You: “I love you”

Bokuto, smiling: “I love you, too”

You: “I love you most—”

Bokuto, putting his finger to your lips: “Don’t start this game with me. You won’t win”

<>~<>~<>

Akaashi: “So, what was your childhood like?”

You: “Oh, you mean my tragic backstory that you must be at friendship level 3 to unlock?”

Akaashi:

Akaashi: “Well, what level am I at?”

You: “10, so it all started—”

<>~<>~<>

You: “You bought a taco?”

Bokuto: “Uh-huh”

You: “From the truck that hit Kuroo?”

Bokuto: “Well, me starving isn’t going to help him!”

<>~<>~<>

You: “I’m a moderate and peaceful woman, truth be told”

Misaki: “You threw a chair at Terushima yesterday”

You: “Yes, which was a moderate and peaceful compromise from the table that I was initially planning on launching at that bitch”

<>~<>~<>

You: “I woke up at five in the morning to put trash in Terushima’s bed”

Suga: “I wish that I could care about something as much as you care about ruining Terushima’s life”

<>~<>~<>

You and Oikawa: *Staring out the window*

Iwaizumi, walking over: “What are you guys doing?”

You: “The tv broke so we’re watching a couple break up across the street”

Iwaizumi:

Iwaizumi: *Joins the two of you*

<>~<>~<>

Hinata, running into the room: “(y/n)! The building is on fire!”

You, with your face buried in a pillow: “Like… how big is the fucking fire…?”

Hinata: “Big”

You, slowly getting up: “Okay”

<>~<>~<>

You, to Kuroo and Bokuto: “I have total faith in you guys”

You, to Akaashi after they leave: “There’s a 30% chance that they’ll both die”

Akaashi: “Aren’t they just running to the store?”

You: “You have met them, right?”

Akaashi:

Akaashi: “Uh-oh”

<>~<>~<>

Kageyama: “I’m not jealous. I just get this weird burning feeling whenever I think about (y/n) being with somebody else”

Suga: “That’s jealousy”

<>~<>~<>

Your older brother Kageyama, storming into the Aoba Johsai gym: “Where is (y/n)?”

Kyōtani: “I’ll do you one better, who the fuck is (y/n)?”

Kunimi: “I’ll do you one better, why is (y/n)?”

You, walking into the gym with Kindaichi: “But nobody ever asks “How is (y/n)”?”

Kindaichi:

<>~<>~<>

Hinata: “I don’t want to hurt their feelings!”

You: “Hurt their feelings— do you just walk around all day thinking about other people’s feelings?”

Hinata: “Yeah, don’t you?”

You: “No! How do you get anything done!?”

<>~<>~<>

Sakusa: “I didn’t understand why people cared so much for their dumb relationships until I got a dumb relationship myself”

Sakusa, picking you up from under your arms: “I’ve only dated (y/n) for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself”

<>~<>~<>

Atsumu: “What if ducks threw bread back at you?”

You: “You’d have to duck”

Sakusa: “I hate both of you”

<>~<>~<>

Chief of police, Daichi: “To ensure you all know the basics of how to take down criminals without violence, I’m going to pretend to be a robber and you all have to act wisely”

Suna: “Okay”

Hinata: “Sure”

Daichi: “If you want to live, give me all your money!”

Bokuto: “Bold of you to assume I have money”

Suna: “Bold of you to assume I want to live”

Hinata, handing him a bag of money: “I know it’s not much, and I don’t know what kind of trouble you’re in, but I hope it helps”

You: *Swiping Daichi’s credit card while he was distracted*

<>~<>~<>

Kyōtani: “I may be ugly, but at least I have an ugly personality, too”

Kyōtani: “Consistency is key”

You: “Babe—”

<>~<>~<>

Iwaizumi to you about the team when he comes back into the gym: “Have you no control over these heathens?”

You, standing in front of a huge dodge the volleyball game they’re having: “None whatsoever”

<>~<>~<>

You: “Can I say something?”

Atsumu: “Go ahead”

You: “Your smile is the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen”

Atsumu: “Can I say something as well?”

You: “Sure”

Atsumu: “This smile only exists when I’m with you”

Osamu:

Osamu, disgusted: “I think I’m going to throw up, what the fuck”

<>~<>~<>

Suna: “There’s no snacks left in this kitchen”

You: “I’m literally right here”

<>~<>~<>

You: “Suna, what are you hiding under your shirt?”

Suna:

Suna’s shirt: *Meows*

Suna, completely deadpan: “Drugs”

<>~<>~<>

*On Black Friday*

You: “So, what did you need from the store?”

Kyōtani: “Nothing, I just wanted to get into a fistfight and feel alive again”

<>~<>~<>

Suna: “I feel like we’re just meant to be together. I mean, look at how fate just throws us together like this”

You: “Rin, it’s 3 AM. You are literally in the middle of climbing through my window. How did you even get here?”

Suna: “Fate brought me here. I just told you that”

<>~<>~<>

Kiyoomi: “You are so clingy”

You:

You: “You came into my bed?”

<>~<>~<>

Kuroo: “(y/n), are you alright?”

You: “Yeah”

Kuroo: “You don’t look alright”

You: “Then stop looking”

<>~<>~<>

Kyōtani: “DIE!”

You: “You know, you really shouldn’t say that, Kyō”

Kyōtani: “Fine, then live”

Kyōtani: “Live long enough to watch everything you love die”

<>~<>~<>

You, a new trainee: “Here’s a list of suspects I’ve put together so far”

Daichi, a seasoned police officer: “(y/n), your name is on this list”

You: “I don’t remember where I was last Friday night. I have no alibi. I’ve been trailing myself for the past three days”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #incorrect haikyuu

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the-lone-witch-and-secret-room · 3 years ago

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For the ship ask game: skarlow

I’m not tagging this anything, I don’t have the energy to discuss this anymore. I hope it doesn’t show up in the ship tag because anon used the shipname.

I actually cannot believe you guys. I can’t believe I got four people asking me my opinion on bully/victim ships after I’ve both made a very clear stance on both of these ships and stated multiple times that I was bullied in school and am still dealing with the aftermath.

Do y’all think it’s funny to keep asking a victim of years of bullying to address how the entire fandom is constantly romanticizing her experience???

It’s bad enough that it’s happening at all, even though I’m not surprised whatsoever since this is everywhere. Whenever I enter a fandom of a show where someone gets bullied it’s read as romantic. That doesn’t mean I want to see it??? I don’t want to be reminded these ships exist. I’ve literally blocked the ship tags everywhere I could and unfollowed people for making art for these ships because it’s triggering for me to see those. I don’t want to to talk about them. I don’t even want to think about their existence. I’ve made my stance, loudly, so please STOP FUCKING ASKING ME TO DO IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN! I’m tired of talking about this! I’m sick and tired of constantly having to explain why bullying is shitty and shouldn’t be romanticized!

Also no, Skara/Willow is not better than Skara/Boscha in the slightest, I’ve addressed this before:

https://the-lone-witch-and-secret-room.tumblr.com/post/651329228782075904/breathe-in-breathe-out-yeah-no-that

The only thing that would make me okay with these ships would be if there was no bullying in canon. I don’t want to see a victim dating her bully, ever, but especially not because of how keen most of y’all are to either just ignore the bullying ever happened in the first place or just treating it as fucking flirting. I don’t get it. I’ll never get why anyone finds the idea of being bullied hot, the only thing it is is in fact fucking traumatizing.

If anyone read this entire post and is somehow tempted to try and convince me otherwise? Do us both the favor to spare me and get off my blog. This isn’t up for fucking debate! I spent hours on end crying in bed and I am still super insecure because the whole thing permanently destroyed my confidence! That being bullied made my life hell and that seeing the experience romanticized makes me physically sick isn’t gonna be changed by anyone going “but it’s just fiction, don’t take everything so seriously” 🙃

Please just… leave me alone. Leave me in peace. I’m exhausted. I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.

#please just fucking stop I’m so tired #asks #anon #bullying tw #romanticization of bullying #eleena rants #vent #personal #bully/victim dynamics #strong language

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mxvladdy · 4 years ago

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I can't stress enough 'wows' in tve way you write along with the fact that it's you first few posts (i think? Pls correct me) can you do luci mammon and satan with a reader who takes naps bc of overthinking? They just tug their sleeves and shot them a tired look, while looking down shying away. Also, have a nice day and take the time to be yourself!

Aw thanks fam! I am fairly new to posting my works, I tried twice before this with two different writing blogs but I deleted them both bc I felt discouraged. I’m older now and I feel a lot better about my writing, so third time the charm and all that lol! I’m so glad you like my writing! I know I need some work on grammar and expanding my vocabulary.

This was a super cute prompt ;.; I hope I did it justice!

Lucifer

He is a mix of jealous and pissed. He wishes he could fall asleep so easily when he gets inundated with too many things at once. But also- just don’t do that? Where were your manners?

He starts noticing your little peculiarity in class. Specifically that you tend to nod off in advance alchemy and rune scripting. You were being so studious, jotting down notes, ask great questions. Next thing he knows you're out like a light.

He is shocked for a moment before he will wake you up. Your wide doe-eyed frown does nothing to him. JK his hearts clench at your wounded look.

He makes the other brothers report to him about your behavior and odd sleep habit. Were you ill? Was this just something humans did? Devils, was Belphie rubbing off on you?

They all say the same thing. One moment you are working hard or talking to them about a topic you are passionate about, and the next you are yawning hard enough to pop your jaw and shyly asking to lay down.

Well-he can’t have that.

If you are going to fall asleep around anyone it’s going to be him.

He sets up remedial lessons with you after dinner to make up for the work slept through. You sit by him at his long ornate desk while he tutors you on what you missed.

You weren't having any problems, you even finished a few pages. He is proud and then-

“I can almost hear those gears slowing my dear.” Lucifer interrupts himself mid-explanation of Zosimos of Panopolis and Maria the Prophetess's theories of alchemy in human medicine.

You jerk awake and turn to him blinking owlishly. "Yeah, I just need to lay down." You admit.

Lucifer eyes you critically. This was sudden, were you ill? You had been fine moments ago, bright-eyed and enthusiastic. He cups your face, turning it from side to side. "So suddenly? We haven't even discussed the properties of mercury yet." You hum letting your eyes droop. He was always so warm.

"Hour nap break? Please?" His stern gaze softens at how your nose scrunches up cutely as you yawn.

“Very well.” He relents letting you slick over to his couch. You flop over face first with a grunt of satisfaction. You toss and turn for a while, moving his pillows around unsatisfied.

“Luci-” You call in defeat. He ignores you at first. If you wanted to nap fine, he would get some work done in the meantime. “Luci~” You say again. You could see his brow twitching. “Lu-”

“My dear,” He shoots you a withering look. “You are treading a thin line. If you have the energy to call for me you have the energy to study.” You say nothing at his brisk tone, instead of opening your arms to him to join you. “You tempt me.” He purrs hiding his smile behind his paperwork.

“Learned from the best.” Lucifer shakes his head laughing at your smug reply. He glances over you to his grandfather clock. Hmmm-perhaps he could spare a few minutes. He rises elegantly discarding his tie and waistcoat to his abandoned chair. Running a hand through his hair he snorts at your little whistle.

“Move.” He commands. You shake your head patting your belly. “I will crush you.” He laughs but lays over you regardless.

“Good-you’re warm.” You say muffled in his shirt. Wrapping your arms around his middle you drift off. Lucifer holds you close, running a still gloved hand up and down your side. Perhaps he should bring out some more complex topics next time. If this was the outcome-

Mammon

He noticed you get drowsy before in class. Your cute little head jerks as you nod off, hands rubbing at your face as you fight to stay awake before giving in to the need to sleep. It was adorable- not that he was watching you because of that! He was just doing his job of looking out for you

Ye-that was all.

Honestly, he thought you were just like him. He never cared for the books being forced on him in class. Boring useless crap in his opinion. He much rather sleep through a lecture on stats too.

Now books on photography? That's where it's at. He has a legitimate passion for it.

He likes being behind the camera just as much as he likes being in front of it. Though he doesn't snap photos often.

He doesn't need more beratement from his brothers than he already gets. Sides, he just feels like they would look down at this like everything else he does.

He'll share his hobby with you though. You at least seem interested in it. He'll show you his collection of vintage to high-tech cameras and talk your ear off about the makes, models, and features.

You nod along and ask questions from time to time, smiling along with Mammon while he prattles on about color theory next to you on the floor.

He was just getting to Auguste Lumiére when he feels a gentle bump on his shoulder.

"O-oi!" Mammon starts, shaking his shoulder to rouse you. You look up at him, blinking the sleep from your eyes. "Was...was I that boring?" He deflates a little, all previous excitement gone in a flash. You had seemed so interested...

"What? Oh, no. No Mammon I'm sorry. It's really all fascinating," You grab for his sleeve so he couldn't run away. "It was just a lot of information all at once. I just got a bit overwhelmed."

"So you fall asleep?" He raises a brow not believing you for a second. Who falls asleep when something is interesting? He'll admit he's fallen asleep while listening to Levi talk about a new anime or Asmo with a make-up release. But that's because it had been boring. "Is that like a human thing?"

You shrug snuggling closer. "I don't know- but it's a me thing. Give me five? I'd love to hear you talk more about your collection, promise."

Mammon glows scarlet at your words. "Of course you do!" He puffs out his chest excitedly. “I got great taste.” You nod into his shirt before drifting off again. He tilts his head slightly to look at you chuckling internally when your breathing and heartbeat slow down. Damn, out in seconds. Well, better get comfortable.

Uncrossing his long legs he picks up the camera he had been showing you. The old Polaroid lens reflects his face back at him. He remembered the day Land had debuted this marvel of engineering. He just had had to get his hands on one. It was useless now, he had much better quality cameras than this old thing, but he remembered you reminiscing about your human friends and their portable camera. Would you take some pictures with him too? He would take one now, but the sound of the flash would definitely wake you up.

He fiddles with it for a few more minutes, opening and closing the film canister and checking for any parts that needed fixing as he waits. You stir at his side a few minutes later with a little mew of satisfaction. Mammon hears your joints creak and pop as you stretch. "Morning." He says sarcastically, earning himself a light punch to his shoulder. "Ready to continue?"

You nod eagerly, perky and aware. At least for the moment.

Satan

He didn't really notice at first the pattern of your behavior.

You would come over for book club. Which was really just him reading his current novel and you picking something at random to gain a little random knowledge.

You would find a comfortable position on his bed, curl up nice and small and read. Then after a bit yawn and start to snooze.

He first thought it was the atmosphere of his room. It was quiet, warm, and the sound of flickering candles and the rustle of paper sometimes caused him to doze too.

But when it starts happening outside of class he notices.

Hmmm….this is new.

He looks it up in his human anatomy books and finds nothing.

He's not particularly worried about you per se. You always bounce back quickly after a quick snooze.

Then you start dozing when he is talking… >:(

Like his brother/dad he is a little miffed at first but then your behavior reminds him a cat and he loves you 10x harder now

Satan stops in his pacing of the back gardens. His book of poetry hanging limply in his hand. He had been reciting some of the most fascinating lines of work from Lord Byron's later works and wanted a human's perspective. He had thought you were interested. You never complained before when he asked you out here. Perhaps you were just being polite all those times before. Anything to soothe wrath. He snaps his book shut sharply, take some perverse satisfaction in the way you start out of your light sleep at the noise.

"Why'd you stop?" You ask wiping at your face.

"No point talking to someone that doesn't wish to listen." He snaps tersely.

"Oh-Satan, no I was listening. It...it just got to be so much so fast." You flush. “You had some great points going, I just needed a minute.” He watches your eyes grow heavy again, and it dawns on him.

"Do you just sleep when overwhelmed?" He asks incredulously. In all his years with humans, this was new. You shrug making grabby hands for him to move closer. He scoffs but moves into your space. You grab at the hem of his shirt and pull him down to sit next to you. He goes willingly getting comfortable by your side. You eye his lap longingly, hands clutching around his coat sleeve. “Fine-” He rolls his eyes. “Come here you odd thing.” You smile in triumph and crawl into his lap. Once settled you nuzzle into his warm chest.

“Wake me up in ten? I want to hear more about your conversations with Byron.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” He kisses the top of your forehead, opening his book to read again with one hand. You hum at his soft kiss, returning it sleepily with one of your own before passing out again. Ten minutes go by in an instant and Satan looks down at your peaceful face. He smiles to himself, perhaps he’ll let you sleep for a little while longer. You’d need it for his next point.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me prompts #cute!

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