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hamsterclaw · 1 year ago

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Fic Library: Yoongi (Pt 1)

My ult bias, it makes sense that there were too many to fit into one list. All of these authors capture the essence of my favourite tsundere king, check these stories out and show them some love.

Pause by @whatifyoulivelikethat. Music producer MYG x reader, domestic abuse. The first time I ever slid into an author's DMs was after I read this, to let them know how much I loved this story. It's unexpected, and profoundly beautiful, and re-reading it now takes me back to where I was when I first read it.

Like Butter by @bonvoyagenoona. Photographers MYG x reader, director KNJ x reader. Set in the setting of a magazine production team, and featuring a very sexy scene with our fave maknae and a scheming Park Jimin.

Countermelody by @bonvoyagenoona. Producer MYG x shopgirl/musician reader. A gorgeously rendered enemies to lovers story that's as much about life, love, new starts, self belief as it is about Min Yoongi and his beanie. IYKYK.

Moonlit throne by @hobidreams.Joseon king Yoongi x reader, historical AU. The seminal Joseon dynasty story told in a non-linear timeline with a perfectly characterised Yoongi and incredible attention to detail.

Three Tangerines by @kithtaehyung. Fuckboy Yoongi x f! reader, brother's best friend AU. 3tan makes it onto almost every fic rec list I've seen, and deservedly so - the dialogue slaps, the writing's sharp and this Yoongi's irresistible.

Bet on it by @minisugakoobies. Quizzers Yoongi x reader, featuring a super competitive reader and Yoongi with a blonde undercut. Hot, fun and hilarious.

Perpetual Datejust by @jiminrings. Model Yoongi x manager reader. A very sweet, romantic read, with a devoted reader and a healthy dose of angst.

Sodium Vapor by @miscelunaaa. Yoongi x f! reader. An atmospheric, wistful read about a chance meeting that also has Em's signature raw honesty.

Man of the year by @raplinesmoon. Single dad Yoongi x gn reader. A sweet, heartwarming read, and Yoongi's relationship with his daughter is adorable.

Look down on me like that by @here2bbtstrash. Co-workers Yoongi x reader, enemies to lovers. There's nothing better than Yoongi being an asshole, and he's written so perfectly here, as are reader and cute and endearing babystarcandy JK.

Teardrop by @hesperantha. Yoongi x reader, road trip AU. I read sometimes just for the pleasure of how a writer puts words to paper, and this is one of those stories - there are so many truths woven into the words, subtle and beautiful.

Moving day (Explicit) by @here2bbtstrash. Yoongi x reader, domestic AU. Sweet, sexy smut involving Yoongi tying up his hair. I repeat, Yoongi tying up his hair. The visual still gives me chills.

Proof by @illneverrecover. Yoongi x reader, strangers to lovers. A confident reader approaches an equally confident, sexy Yoongi with the added bonus of Joon and Jin as supportive besties.

Quiet Kitten by @thatlongspringnight. Professor Yoongi x college student reader - a smutty read with a fiercely sexy, stern Professor Min.

Straight Shooter MYG x reader, cyberpunk AU by @snackhobi. A perfectly characterised Yoongi, a dystopian futuristic setting and a subtle and gorgeous love story that I've read and re-read more times than I can say. The story that pulled me into BTS fanfic that I still have so much love for now.

Punch Drunk MYG x reader, boxer AU by @joonbird. From memory there's an open ending but that hasn't stopped me from re-reading. A troubled Yoongi's depicted so beautifully here.

Greedy MYG x reader, mafia AU by @xjoonchildx. Ana knows how much I love this - this Yoongi breaks my heart every time and I love how the relationship develops between him and reader.

Close Call by @xjoonchildx - a follow up to Greedy that's just as stunning as the OG story. I can't tell you how much I love this. Yoongi's a provider, and he takes care of his own, and there's nothing sexier.

All the wrong places by @mrworldwideshoulders. Yoongi x reader, strangers to lovers, in progress. An intriguingly irritable Yoongi covers the tab for reader at a bar.

Interlude: Sundown by @eoieopda. Part of the Darksided series, featuring Yoongi x reader in an established relationship. Hot, smutty, intimate goodness.

Angel by @sailoryooons. Mafia Yoongi x sex worker reader. I started reading this and couldn't stop - the writing's sharp and riveting and the pacing is perfect. A sexy, smutty, captivating read with a sexy, dangerous Yoongi.

Part 2

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cherrychilli · 2 years ago

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Minors DNI, NSFW, AFAB reader, P in V sex, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, public sex

Consider this: being Steve's "shy" girlfriend, all demure and unassuming to everyone else but that's not what you're really like. You're very much the opposite. Confident and just a little shameless when you're alone with Steve because he's the only one you feel completely comfortable with (not to mention he's the only one who makes you feel like a horny mess) But Steve's a sweetheart and a gentleman(and more than a little oblivious). Or at least he's trying to be but you make it nearly impossible for him to remain respectable with your many "subtle" advances.

Imagine testing his limits on a cute picnic date in a secluded little grassy clearing. The wind blowing up your pretty little sundress on occasion and you doing absolutely nothing to conceal your white lacy panties from his view as he's knelt down across from you, busy trying to set down a blanket. Of course he looks, eyes reflexively locking between your legs whenever your skirt billows out but he averts his gaze after a few seconds, mentally reminding himself that he shouldn't be ogling a sweet innocent thing like you.

You're pleased with the knowledge that a little glimpse of your underwear is enough to make his face flush the most adorable shade of red and render him a flustered, fumbling mess as he struggles to set up. But it isn't enough. You want to be held. touched. tasted. fucked.

You kneel facing Steve before bending over to pat the blanket down, appearing to be helpful. This time he can see right down the front of your low cut dress. No bra and one strap slipping down your shoulder. You peer up at him through your lashes, glossy lips stretching into a coy smile that ends up going unnoticed because he's taking in the sight of your necklace, the one he gifted you on your last date, glinting and dangling between your breasts. You're hoping it's enough to make him cave and meet you in the middle of the blanket. Make him inch closer until you can slant your lips over his but you're left wanting again when he pulls away, clearing his throat as he tries to occupy himself with the contents of the basket you packed for your trip and shield his growing boner.

You don't let it deter you for too long, intent on making it as hard as possible for your boyfriend to resist you much longer.

You try anything and everything to get the blood pumping straight to his cock, even if it seems a little ridiculous because it's just so much fun. You purposely let some of your water spill over the front of your dress so your nipples harden and show through the fabric, laughing it off with faux embarrassment when you exclaim, "oh no, I'm all wet!" and smirk to yourself with satisfaction when Steve chokes on his own water in response.

You follow that up later by letting your hands wander to dust the crumbs off Steve's thigh, intentionally skimming close to his crotch but its when you lick a stray dollop of jam off his finger that you can tell he's nearing his limit.

"Mm! Steve that tastes so good" you draw out in a tone that borders on lewd and he can't help it when he feels his cock kick up in response underneath his jeans.

"Picked a pretty great spot, didn't we?", he quickly attempts to distract himself with an abrupt change of topic but you sense another opportunity and reply just as quickly, "I know! it's so private, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I thought you'd prefer it because I know you don't like crowds", he replies a little weakly, throat starting to feel raw from all his nervous swallowing.

You smile softly at his thoughtful comment but continue with your plan to wear him down. "I love it! No one around to intrude or...interrupt. Just the two of us".

You shift beside him, encouraging his eyeline to fall on your cleavage again.

"Uh...yeah" he replies distractedly, eyes fixed exactly where you wanted them.

"Not like that time at the movies", you remind him, referring to the group of girls sat behind you two last week who talked over the movie and kicked at the back of your seats.

"Out here there's no one around to bother. We can make as much noise as we like", you raise your eyebrows at him.

He feels overheated despite the summer breeze blowing and he can't help but wondering if you realize how suggestive you sound right now. It's taking every bit of his resolve not to pull your dress down and have you laid out beneath him on the checkered blanket. He bites down on the inside of his cheek, failing to suppress the image of those lace trimmed panties around your ankle and your head thrown back as you puff and pant at the way he's stretching you open.

You sigh, it was fun teasing him and playing your little games but you can't ignore the wet heat pooling in your panties any longer. Dropping the façade, you straddle his lap and place both of your palms on either side of Steve's face, trapping his gaze with your own. He says nothing, only staring up at you with widened eyes, too taken aback by your sudden reaction.

"Stevie, do you like me?" you ask frankly.

"wh- of course!" he blurts out a little louder than he'd intended.

"Do you find me attractive?", you already know the answer to that given the obvious bulge you're currently sat on but you ask it more so in an effort to help him from holding back any longer.

"Baby, I think you're beautiful", he replies truthfully.

You smile down at him fondly and then with the same sweet expression you remove your hands from his face to pick up your skirt, giving him a clear and up close view of your underwear, material now translucent with your slick and staining the front of his jeans.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

He feels as if he might flatline. Having his sweet girl perched in his lap all wet and needy for him out here in the open, practically throwing herself at him all afternoon. Why the fuck hadn't he realized sooner?

"Yes- fuck, yes", he strains.

You let your skirt drop to wrap your arms around his neck, lips brushing against his ear as you whisper,

"Good. Because I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now"

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Rays of sunlight filter through the overhead trees down on to your exposed tits while Steve lifts the skirt of your dress up so he can watch his cock sink into your cunt with every frenzied bounce you can muster. He bunches the material in his hands, palms settling around your waist to force you down his length harder.

"Stevie, oh fuck- promise you wont make me wait this long again?" you mewl out, between choked sobs.

"Fuck, baby I promise", he grits out, lost to the feeling of your pussy squeezing around him and the sight of your cream coating his cock.

"You going to give it to me when I need it?", you whimper out desperately.

"Yes, angel- shit- I'm going to give it to you just how you need it, whenever you need it"

(I realize I wrote Steve as more reserved than I usually write him but there's just something about a flustered Steve that makes me want to ride the absolute fuck out of him)

#steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader

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prismuffin · 1 year ago

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How would the bat boys, Conner and Wally (separately) react to being caught stealing their masc crush's hoodie?

So maybe Reader is gone on a trip or missing, or just went out for the day and forgot his jacket on his way out.

They see the left behide hoodie, and try it on really loving how it your hoodie looks on them. Maybe they end up falling asleep snuggled into it, when watching a moive in the common-room? Or were just going about their day wearing it.

Either way, at some point they get caught red handed, the Reader being flirty with them about the hoodie. Saying how they look good in his hoodie and they should keep it.

The guy crush asks are kinda my faves idk KSBDHSBDJS LMFAO these got king asf sorry?- anyways lol I think that-

Jason would rather die than be caught doing something like this. That’s why he’s being so quiet, putting on the hoodie he found laying over the back of some chair, your hoodie to be exact. Your scent filled his nose as he slid the jacket over his head, inhaling deeply. The original plan was to just try it on, he wouldn’t wear it for long in fear of being caught. But as he sat down on the couch, imagining your arms wrapped around him as he snuggled deeper into the fabric, he wasn’t so sure about taking it off just yet. Eventually he awoke to you shaking him, his brain not even rendering what he was wearing until the words left your mouth, “you look real cute in my hoodie Jason, but it’s cold as balls outside so I’m gonna need that back.” You smirked as his eyes widened. Shooting up here was quick to stutter out an attempt at an explanation though your laughter cut him off. You said he could keep the hoodie on since he likes wearing it so much and you’ll just go find another. It didn’t even render to him that you’d previously called him cute until you left.

Dick would probably not even be trying to find your hoodie, you left in quite a rush, saying a quick goodbye as you passed him. He just wandered to the common room where he saw your hoodie laid out. It was practically calling him, and he knew you wouldn’t be back for a while so he just threw it on. His hearts racing as the scent of you engulfs his senses anddddd now he can’t take it off. Loves just going about his day in your hoodie and just smelling it every now and then it’s very relaxing. Eventually though you come back and see him strutting through the halls in your hoodie and some sweatpants. You clear your throat and he spins around so fucking fast. He’s speechless as your raise your eyebrow, eyeing you hoodie before looking at him again. Welp, he’s been caught red handed not much to say. He’d shrug it off with a sheepish apology, getting ready for his fun to end, but the second you start flirting with him by telling him he looks good in it and that he can keep it he’s beaming. He’s never been so happy. Proudly wears your hoodie for the rest of the day.

Tim would noticed your hoodie, grabbing it with a confused expression. He knows it’s rather cold out and that you were in a rush so he tries to catch you before you get too far only to find out from Dick that you already left. He’s not sure how, perhaps he leaned too deep into the temptation of it but he was somehow wearing your hoodie sitting over his desk as he sketched out some blueprints. It was comforting to wear, it fit him well and it smelled like you, one of his hands would perpetually be holding the fabric near his nose because of this. You come back wayyy sooner than he expected you to. Busting in his room, you ask if he’s seen your hoodie anywhere. “Dick said you were the last person to-“ the silence that fills the air is suffocating. He doesn’t know if you’re gonna yell or laugh and he just stares, his face getting increasingly more red. Eventually you just blink and tell him he looks good and he’s quick to say sorry and to start taking the jacket off. You stop him, telling him you’ll just find another, winking before you leave. He face plants into the desk afterwards.

Conner would most likely put it on by accident. It was in his laundry so it had to be his, though he quickly realized this wasn’t the case. Even then he couldn’t help but wear the comforting jacket after learning it was yours. You weren’t at base today anyways so it shouldn’t be a problem. Like Dick, he’d go on about his day just wearing your hoodie while doing menial tasks. He feels much closer to you while wearing it and finds himself often hugging the fabric closer to him. When you come back and see him he’s pretty embarrassed, he hadn’t expected to come face to face with you when walking into the kitchen, let alone while wearing your hoodie. “I’ve been looking for that,” you gestures towards the hoodie, smirking while crossing your arms. He apologized immediately and quickly explained how it ended up in his laundry. He asked if you wanted it back and you said no, that he should keep it because it looks cute on him. You looking him up and down like that is gonna make him pass out.

Wally would have been resting in your room as you got ready to leave, saying goodbye as you finished and left. His eyes would drift over to a chair where your hoodie rested on the back and he’d gasp. “Oh no! Y/n left his hoodie!” …. “Y/n left his hoodie~” He’d practically skip over to the chair, almost tripping in the process as he throws the garment over his head. “and it smells like him too,” he’d dreamily sigh before deciding to go watch a movie! He’d totally forget he was even wearing it to be honest, well not completely. He’d still know he was but he’d forget that it was something he technically shouldn’t be doing. “Having fun in my jacket?” His eyes shot in your direction, his hand full of popcorn pausing near his mouth as he stared at you. He gulped down nothing but his embarrassment as he tried to sheepishly greet you, his blush creeping down to his neck. He’d try and use an excuse but you’d just cut him off, saying that he should keep the hoodie on since he looks so cute. This man almost exploded at those words, his heart was definitely beating faster than any normal humans should. You’d wink before he left and he’d practically crumple in on himself. He’s like water in your hands at that point.

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runawaycarouselhorse · 9 months ago

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Our pure-hearted, all-loving hero... he can be a little brat (especially back in OS/early in his journey, when he was much more of a hot-blooded boy hero), but his heart's worth its weight in solid gold and he grows into such a kind, patient character with strong ideals, which is why Hero of Ideals suits him best (even the movie manga opted to adapt that version of the movie, rather than the one where Ash is Hero of Truth, and expanded on it!)

[I hope you have "long post" and "image heavy" muted if you need to, because this post's a doozy and given tumblr, if my blog's ever deleted, posts with read mores will be rendered inaccessible forever, so I don't like to make them!]

A lot of people complained about how young Ash looked in BW! (and complained even more about Sun & Moon's very divisive art style... and we wound up seeing great growth for his love of a whole region, and achieved a goal integral to achieving his dreams), but from the first episode of BW!, my first impression was of how mature and calm Ash is with Iris and Trip in regards to their initially abrasive and varingly aloof personalities.

Iris was friendlier and more excitable, more childlike, but Ash took her barbs in stride and patiently waited for her to open up about her dreams (she keeps it secret in the first episode, using that cute, childish word "naisho" instead of saying it's a secret "himitsu"--the same childish word she uses when asked about what Kairyuu/Dragonite told her in their reunion episode) and background (we don't know she ran away from the academy or what her hometown was like until season 2!)

The way Ash handled Tory (who was a traumatized, younger child--and Ash wanted to fight him at first, before understanding him!), Lucario (also traumatized, insulted Ash and Pikachu's bond--Ash fought him and fell off a hill, wrestling with him, before he saw Lucario's memory of being "abandoned" and broke down in tears, apologizing for what he said when he didn't know anything...), Chimchar (a traumatized Pokemon, Ash was patient, kind, and loving to him, even when he lashed out while out of control due to Blaze, which he previously could only use to save his life...), etc., is very different from how he handled Iris (who was bullied subtly by being completely ostracized, no one would sit or eat or play with her at the academy, she was so depressed, she stopped eating--this is canon and not lingered on, but she plainly says it and that her dorm mother making her food that would remind her of home, just berries skewered on a stick, "saved her") and even Trip.

(By the way, Ash apologizing to Lucario, in tears of regret over what he said to Lucario when he didn't understand him is when I first started to truly love and respect Ash's character and growth! Before that, I really was only a big fan of the TRio.)

By contrast to those rockier beginnings with other kids, Ash was patient and encouraging with Trip, even while Trip purposefully kept him and everyone else (even his Pokemon who loved him, as Alder said...) at bay and rejected all his attempts at friendship, before he got the answers he needed from Alder and slowly stopped shutting others out. He had every right to lash out at Trip for making fun of him, but kept trying to befriend him and showed interest in his journey and growth.

(Trip was also his youngest main rival at that point, even if he is a very book-smart child prodigy type who was an excellent battler from the start, he still fell apart in front of unexpected, unorthodox techniques like Bell/Bianca and Satoshi/Ash's out-of-the-box strategies.)

Naturally, there's also his very patient and encouraging bond with Lillie, who also had her trauma-induced fear of Pokemon (much like Tory!) and dissociative amnesia, the early loss of her father in infancy, and the distance between her and her mother (too wrapped-up in work and her obsession with Ultra Beasts to notice her own child's trauma and falling behind her peers...) to overcome, but the focus of this post is BW! I already write a lot about Lillie, she's another favourite of mine. <3

It's worth noting, too, that Pikachu was Ash's first "problem Pokemon"... even if it's usually the Fire types who are traumatized, Pikachu has abandonment issues like Chimchar and Tepig did. Pikachu famously hates being inside a pokeball and Ash always repesects this boundary and becomes very, very upset in XY when he believed Pikachu was forced into a pokeball... the pokeball factory episode was, otherwise, a very light-hearted episode, but Pikachu's boundaries and possible trauma is taken seriously.

This scene mirrors a similar breakdown Alain has when he finds out all he's done, under the impression he was protecting his loved ones, was aiding Lysandre's genocidal plans... both smash their fists into hard surfaces, blaming themselves for failing to protect loved ones.

In a very early Kanto episode, Sparks Fly for Magnemite, we learn Pikachu has abandonment issues so bad, he doesn't want to be separated from Ash for even an overnight stay in the Pokemon Center. It seems Pikachu (fortunately) quickly become much more secure in his bond with Ash and no longer fears being separated for medical treatment, but this is very, very sad and telling!

Although we never delve very deeply into that for most of the series... (an early magazine scan has Ookido-hakase/Professor Oak theorize Pikachu's previous trainer abandoned it), we were finally given some answers late in series!

In the AU movie, Pikachu says* his reason for not going into the pokeball: "It's because I always want to be with you." ;O;

... unless this is a dream or hallucination, given Ash is on the verge of unconsciousness when it happens--but if we really want to believe it happened, maybe his latent Aura post-cognition abailities kicked in and he understood Pikachu's feelings, like when Victini slept in his lap, crying, and Ash saw Victini's dream of his past.

As for the main series canon, in the first episode of Pocket Monsters 2019 (Pokemon Journeys), we learn Ash's Pikachu was a lone, possibly orphaned, Pichu, who was briefly raised by a Kangaskhan, carried in her pouch with her child, until he grew too heavy and quietly left at night (without saying goodbye) to live by his own strength, evolving into Pikachu as he did so.

If Lusamine not taking Lillie's (because they're irrational or not logical) feelings seriously gave her a complex where she always needed to claim her stances are "logical" even when they're based in emotion... I wonder what it tells us that "child prodigy" Trip defaulting to blaming his loss to Alder on him doing something wrong or being inherently lacking ("What did I do wrong? What do I lack?"), because he doesn't ever consider a simple difference in experience is all it is... that Alder's many years of wisdom and Pokemon training give him an advantage over rookie trainer Trip, who's shown to be averse to being called a "child" (Iris ropes him into battling Ash twice by calling him a kid), because he always has to prove he's an adult. He thinks there's something inherently "lacking" in him or "wrong" about his method if he doesn't achieve.

All of that is canon, but if you further analyze his character, Trip has a superiority complex, which is very often a defense mechanism to mask feelings of inferiority. He canonically places a lot of worth in the image he projects and constantly puts down others. Add that to being a child prodigy and his preoccupation with proving he's an adult (but doesn't bat an eyelid at someone calling him "unjust" for his violent methods in the Venipede episode, like he's already accepted being a terrible person, because he thinks striving for peace like idealistic Ash is "naive"--Trip has a very cynical view of adults, yet thinks of himself as such...)

Trip only cares to be seen as strong and mature, not good (he's not even surprised to be called bad, he's already accepted it, he doesn't care), and if he fails, he blames his lack of knowledge or his inherent nature as lacking.

Because his self-worth is in being a genius and being better than the rest, so he seeks outside validation, namely Alder's, who Trip behaves so jealously about, Alder canonically compares him to a fickle-hearted woman (well, he messes up the phrase 'Onna-gokoro to haru no sora.' "A woman's heart is as fickle as the sky of spring" because he was hitting on Junsa-san/Officer Jenny earlier, so he says "fickle as Junsa-san"... Freudian slip. ^^;;;;)

Trip, when asked what he was battling for, what he wanted to prove... he said it was to prove his strength to Alder.

That's all he wanted! To prove his strength and be acknowledged by his hero. Alder even asks him if he likes him. Adeku frankly asks it in the Japanese version, but the dub dances around with "do you have any admiration for a man such as myself"--which Trip doesn't answer verbally, although he really doesn't have to, because the scene makes it clear and is a lens that clarifies all his past behaviour.

That's all Trip wants: love and acknowledgement. Which he believed he could only get by becoming stronger, smarter, and more mature as fast as possible, likely taking Alder's to be some stronger and grow up quickly too literally, as head animator Iwane said, Shootie was just "a little too grown-up."

It takes a long, long time for Trip to unlearn prioritizing battles over anything else and to embrace childhood (which hey, is one of the main themes of BW!), because it's a precious time which we can never return to... so, Alder's current idealogy is to enjoy life, make friends, love Pokemon, and not dwell on the past. Ash's approach to being a Pokemon Champion and Master is the same.

Alder's introductory episode made it very clear he and Ash are very, very similar characters... and we see this again in Journeys, in the kind of advice Champion Ash gives younger kids. Ash and Alder have a similar wisdom they'd like to impart, I know, it's funny calling Ash wise, but he has high emotional intelligence and is incredibly wise in that respect for his age... it took Alder many, many long years to arrive at the same conclusion Ash reached.

Ash's Japanese name, Satoshi, means "Wisdom." (Another cute detail: Ash's little brother, Lei, whose Hawaiian name means a "Garland of Flowers-- in Japanese, would be pronounced as Rei, which also means "Wisdom." Lei likely has a name chosen to have meaning in both Hawaiian and Japanese. ^^)

Bonus shout-out to Ash, Iris, and Cilan all protecting Keldeo until he finds the courage to face his fears, correct his mistakes, and save his friends...

Ash is a very good friend, AG, DP, and BW! are all part of his development into the kinder character he became today. Some people might miss how rude he was to his friends in OS, but he can still playfully dish it out, he's just calmer and more sure of himself, so less likely to sweat the small stuff and recognizes when someone, whether Pokemon or trainer, just needs time and patience.

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bewarethewolfarmy · 9 months ago

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St. Valentines Day

(THAT'S RIGHT MY BOYS AND GIRLS OF THE FANDOM: I'M BACK!

I just wrote this in the span of an hour and a half just for you, because it's Valentines Day and that means romance. I feel it's not my best work but I tried and I love Erik and I love you and so Happy Valentines Day my songbirds, here's our favorite pathetic man trying his best X3

Also yes i did notice people liked Music so i might be thinking on the sequel to it....)

Erik had never had a Valentine before though of course he was aware of the tradition and no insignificant part of him had not always dreamed of the day he could celebrate the day with someone precious to him. For a long while that someone had been Christine of course but disaster after disaster had rendered that impossible and his own self confidence issues stopped him from ever taking the plunge to even try to ask. He resigned himself then, as he resigned himself in many things, to an lonely unwanted existence and thus did his best to avoid going out even more on that day for the pain of seeing others in love and happy while he was alone and unwanted was far too much.

But then was you. Beautiful, wonderful, kind, loving you.

His heart fluttered with nervousness and uncertainty as he prepared; as with everything with you, he wanted everything perfect, he needed everything perfect. He made a bouquet of only the most perfect roses and had composed for you a love song that though incapable of expressing even a fraction of his bottomless devotion and love for you, he wished to believe could at least let you know he did love you dearly. A romantic dinner for the two of you, always just the two of you, was ready and before going up to the operahouse he made sure to put on his best suit and mask; this was his first Valentines day with you and absolutely nothing could be unseemly or less than beautiful. Well except for maybe himself but he could not change his face and he would simply live with the fact that your valentine this year would be a ghastly ghoul such as him. Still he knew you were kind and warm and loved Erik despite this.

The trip up was never so nervewracking for him and he felt his palms sweat as he went through his secret passages, snuck about the operahouse, listening as he went. Others were plotting for their Valentines day, choosing and sneaking off themselves for rendevouses of their own; some of the men even whispered of asking you, you of all people, and it took all Erik's self control to hold back from killing them. That would ruin your day and he couldn't possibly do that to you, he could never make his sweet songbird sad! But he did glare and silently growl at their audacity, as if they could possibly deserve a chance with someone as wonderous as you. Erik counted himself lucky, undeniably so, in that your smiles and words of love and affection were ever directed at him but they were absolutely not worthy of the same. To save you from being disappointed and upset with him he quickened his pace, as not to be tempted more by the wish to harm those fools who dared even speak your name.

You were, as always, waiting in your usual spot and his breath caught as he looked upon you. Aw you were radiant on any day to him but today was extra special. You noticed him as you always did and smiled, so warm to him he nearly burst into tears in that very moment. You always seemed to know when he was having one of Those Moments and thus chuckled lightly before reaching out and touching his cheek, “Oh Erik...”

He put his hand over yours, leaning into your touch with all the desperation and longing of a man dying of thirst in the desert finding water at last. You couldn't help but think how sweet and cute he was and want to kiss him, as you often wanted to kiss him. But to do so here would surely break the dam and you'd have a crying phantom on your hands, making it harder to hide. So instead you held back and spoke again, “Shall we go?”

He nodded enthusiastically, reminding you now of a puppy. Oh how sweet your Erik could be. He took your hand and lead you away, through passages you knew by heart, through the secret entrance to the lake that you'd gone through so many times, across the lake itself. He looked at you repeatedly and in his eyes was nervousness and shyness; it occurred to you that every time something big was happening, even just in his mind, he became as timid as a schoolboy with his first crush. You never could decide which you preferred: the confident Phantom or this sweet child in a man's body. It was likely you liked them both equally and just as much.

The sight of the roses that filled his living space made you smile and as he rushed to the organ to play for you, filling the air was that angelic music that only he seemed capable of creating, your heart soared and you felt that surely you were in paradise. You could see in all his preparations that he was diligent and devoted, that to him you were the most precious flower, the most beautiful thing. You could not help but twirl and dance as he played, wearing of course the dress he'd given you for your birthday; it seemed only right to do so today. You added words to his song, whatever came to mind, and his heart swelled too to hear you sing for him, his songbird, his beloved.

When the song was done he looked at you with expectation and you smiled at him again. “That was beautiful, Erik, thank you. I've never had such a wonderful gift for St. Valentines Day.”

The way his face lit up made you again wish to cup his face in your hands and kiss him with even just a fraction of the love you felt welling up when he looked so sweet. His heart swelled with delight and happiness and he himself could not help but move to go to you, unwilling to stay apart much longer, before kissing you himself. It was the kind of kiss that could only be had by those who loved each other dearly and it was so wonderful to you whenever he, your shy scared Erik, was willing to initiate.

You both hesitated to pull away but air was necessary even for a phantom and a songbird. But the love in both of your eyes seemed none the dimmer for the action; you giggled, delighted as always to see the way his face flushed whenever you kissed, then stepped away. A small whine escaped him but you reached out, plucking a rose from the massive collection, you suspected he stole every perfect rose in Paris just for you. Returning to him you slipped it into his suit and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “How lucky am I to have such a perfect angel as mine this St. Valentines.”

Oh there were the tears, they always came, and Erik clung to you, holding his precious songbird close. “Erik is no perfect angel, Erik wanted to kill those men who thought they could be close to Erik's songbird, Erik has killed and hurt people before. He's just lucky and blessed that such a wonderful, kind soul would want Erik and be willing to be his on a day such as this. Erik is so grateful, Erik loves his songbird so very much!”

You sighed fondly, lovingly. You reached up and stroked his hair, soothing him best you could. “You didn't kill them though and that's a good thing. I'm glad you didn't; it would make me sad but you knew that and you resisted. You're such a good man, Erik, you really are, and I'm the one whose thankful that I get to be loved and love such a wonderfully sweet person such as you. Now please dry those tears, this is supposed to be a happy romantic day. Let's dance and sing and enjoy each others company instead, hm?”

He sniffled and looked at you all teary eyed and in awe. Sometimes it could be overwhelming, how much he loved you, how much he adored you, but you loved him too, so very very much. You kissed his cheek then a light peck again upon his lips; he hesitated but he released you and with a sniffle he nodded. You were right of course, this was supposed to be a happy day and wouldn't it far better to enjoy it than to cry and feel miserable over how much he felt unworthy? You continued to smile at him and he managed to smile in return; you took his hand and tugged lightly and he led you to the dining room so that you could enjoy the feast he prepared for you two.

Erik was just so thankful that you, you were his Valentine.

#phantom of the opera #poto #erik destler x reader #erik destler #phantom x reader #erik x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #valentines day #pure unadulterated fluff

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missmilkie · 5 months ago

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My Hero Academia Bf Scenarios

Becoming Friends

I’ve been so behind all of my writing because of life, so I’m going to at least post what I have now and add to it when I can. Sorry for the holdup!

Izuku Midoriya

For a week you worked in close contact with the number one hero. Once the initial design was worked out, you went to your workshop to start on a prototype. With you no longer nearby, Deku would text you to ask about your day and your progress. It was sweet and made you blush every time, but you tried not to read into it too much.

Deku was known for being super friendly and caring. It was just how he was. Knowing that didn’t stop your heart from fluttering at a text of his.

Izuku:

If you’re not busy, would you like to meet up for dinner?

You:

Sure, what did you have in mind?

Izuku:

What do you think of this?

[link attached]

You:

That place is so fancyyy

Izuku:

My treat :)

You:

What time do you want me there?

Izuku:

Couldn’t pick you up from your place around eight?

You:

Yeah, I’ll be ready

Izuku:

Great, looking forward to it!

You couldn’t help the giddy smile that took over your face. You were going to dinner with the number one hero!! A wave of nervousness washed over you. Fuck.

You were on the verge of a breakdown with your friend on FaceTime. Clothes were strewn across your bed and the floor. You were tripping over shoes every ten paces.

“Just wear the bodycon.” (B/f) suggested.

“No, that’s too sexy for dinner with Izuku. Plus the color looks awful on me.”

“Izuku? First name basis with the number one hero, I see you~” (B/f) teased. A hot blush overtook your face.

“We text quite a bit, you know. We’ve had to work very closely.”

“Sure, sure. Just let me know if he’s number one in bed too.”

“You know what, I think I’m gonna wear the (fav color) one.” You swiftly changed the subject.

“Wear the (second fav color) heels with it.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” You pulled the dress off the hanger.

“Alright, you hop in the shower. And don’t forget to tell me how the dick is.”

“You’re the worst.”

“I love you too. Bye~~”

You were struggling with your necklace when the doorbell rang. Your heart damn near jumped up your throat at the sound.

“Coming!” You yelled as you made your way to the door, still fiddling with the necklace.

Holding the jewelry together with one hand, you opened the door.

“Hey.” The green haired male smiled shyly, his freckles making him look extra cute.

“Hi. I’m ready, just need to put this on.” You giggled awkwardly.

“Here, let me help you.”

You turned around and lifted your hair out of the way. His large scarred hands took hold of the necklace, gently clasping it together.

“Thank you.” You breathed out, thankful that he couldn’t see how you were biting your lip.

“No problem. After you.” Izuku motioned to the door.

Katsuki Bakugo

“Not bad, newb.” Dynamight smirked as he wiped his sweat with a towel. “But you’re still not good enough to fight me.”

For a moment, the sweat glistening on his shoulders exposed by his tank top distracted you. That and the faint smell of caramel and smoke.

“I’ll be there before you know it, so watch out, sir.” Your voice sounded way more confident than you were. You almost folded at the sight of him in all his gorgeous sweaty glory. How could you be so weak?!

“We’ll see about that.” He snorted before turning away. “Oh and by the way, some sidekicks and I are going out tonight. You’re welcome to come.”

Rendered speechless, you watched as he strode away to his office. This had to be Megan’s doing. She didn’t miss the looks you gave your boss on patrols. You thanked whatever higher power out there for having such a great wingwoman.

“Hurry up, (L/n)!!” Speak of the devil. Megan ran up to you after Dynamight walked away.

“Taneuma, you didn’t!”

“I did! But it’s actually surprising that he said yes. I think he’s taken a liking to you~”

“Stop, I’m gonna get delusional.” You rolled your eyes.

“Get your ass moving, we ride a sunset!”

She pushed you into the locker room with her inhuman strength.

You walked out in tight jeans, a sexy top and ankle boots. Megan told you to always have a nice outfit to go out in, and now you know why. It made you wish you had chosen a more comfortable pair of jeans. You gained some weight since graduating high school, so they didn’t quite fit like they used to. You’d have indents of the seams along your legs tonight.

Megan went with you to the bar everyone else was at. Seeing the other sidekicks dressed like civilians made you feel a little more relaxed. You subconsciously bit your lip when you caught sight of your boss.

He wore a metal band t-shirt and olive cargo pants. It seemed so simple, but he made it look so good.

“Hey, newbie!” You startled at his voice. “I’d better not see you drinking alcohol, I know you’re not old enough.”

“Yes, sir! I’m just here to hang.” You gave him a quick thumbs up.

He maintained eye contact for another moment before turning away to sip his drink.

“Despite how rude and improper he can be, Bakugo can be a stickler for rules.” Megan whispered in your ear. “He waited until he was the legal drinking age before even thinking about touching alcohol.”

You nodded in acknowledgement and ordered a soda.

While your coworkers drank and laughed all tipsy, you sipped your soda and laughed at their dumbassery. Megan was hilarious drunk or not. She hyped you up and made sure you were included all night.

At some point, everyone got up to use the bathroom. This left you alone with Bakugo. He was the only one who wasn’t acting a fool and super drunk.

“What’s with the face?”

“Huh?” You looked up at the sound of his raspy voice.

“Your face. What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing. I’m minding my business like you should be.” You shot a glare at him, finding it hard to look annoyed.

“Hey, I’m trying to be nice here!” Bakugo barked before lowering his voice to a grumble. “The sidekicks say I intimidate the newer ones a lot.”

“Oh…”

“Don’t ‘oh’ me! Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m just…really glad that I’ve made it enough to be in the bar with a top hero as a part of his agency. It’s a dream come true to say the least.”

“You’d better not settle though. I don’t take kindly to people without ambitions.”

“I don’t stop, sir.”

Shoto Todoroki

You woke up in the hospital after the accident. The room was filled with cards and balloons sent in by your adoring fans once they found out that you had been injured. It warned your heart to see that people cared. (B/f) was even in the chair pulled close to your bed, sleeping in an awkward position. Her makeup was smudged and her hair was frizzy. How long were you out?

You spotted your phone plugged up near you. Reaching for it, you ignored the pain to grab it. There were several missed calls, texts, and emails. (B/f), your parents, Shoto? You tapped the conversation with him.

Shoto:

Idk when you’ll be seeing this, but lmk when you’re up

I just want to make sure you’re alright, you gave me a scare

Sent yesterday. You let out a sigh of relief. Good, you hadn’t been out for too long.

You:

I’m awake now

I think I’ll be okay, I’m in the hospital with (B/f) watching over me

As if summoned by your text, (B/f) stirred.

“(Y/n)? Are you awake?”

“Yeah. Hey, girlie.” You smiled, opening your arms for a hug. She accepted, coming to you to wrap her arms around your body.

“I was so worried when the doctors said you had head trauma. Thought you might be in a coma.” Tears shone in her eyes, ready to fall when she pulled away.

“I’m so glad I’m not. Did they say how bad it was?”

“You have a severe concussion. As well as third degree bruising across your body.”

“Damn. No wonder everything hurts.”

You didn’t have the time to mourn your beaten body as your phone vibrated again.

“As soon as you wake up after a car accident, you’re on your phone! I should’ve known…” she teased, feigning annoyance.

“Hey..! You were sleeping and you looked tired, so I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Excuses, excuses.”

You rolled your eyes as you opened your phone. Shoto had texted back.

Shoto:

That’s good to hear. I hope your injuries aren’t too severe

You:

Apparently I have a severe concussion and third degree bruising soooo

Shoto:

“Okay, who is this that’s texting you back right away?” (B/f) cut in, whining.

“It’s just Shoto.”

“I heard he was in the fight yesterday…” she took a moment to think. “Did he save you?”

“Yeah. He kept me awake until I could be taken here.” Your insides warmed at the memory of his gentle touch and soft voice.

“Is he asking you how you’re doing? Lemme see!” She leaned closer to glance at the screen.

“It’s nothing interesting. He’s just checking up on me.”

“I doubt he does this with every person he saves.”

“Obviously, but we had been texting before it all happened.”

A knock cut the conversation short.

“Come in!” You called out.

(B/f)’s jaw dropped when she saw Shoto walk in.

“I was in the area, so I figured I’d visit.” He stated so nonchalantly. As he approached your bed, you noticed the bowl of sliced fruits in his hand.

“Thank you for coming. There’s not much to worry about, really. Just sounds like I need to take it easy for a while.”

“Make sure you do what the doctor tells you. Maybe you’ll still be able to make it to that pool party.”

“Oh yeah!” You had forgotten about that. How would you go if your body was covered in ugly dark bruises?

“If not, I’m sure you can still wear your swimsuit another time.”

“But I didn’t end up buying one. We never made it to the mall.” You cocked your head, brows furrowing. Did you forget getting a swimsuit?

“I know. I saw one that I thought you’d like, so I got it for you. I had it sent to your address.”

“Thank you, Shoto! I can’t wait to see it.”

“You’ll have to tell me how you like it.” Shoto allowed a small smile to grace his face. Your insides warmed again and you beamed right back at him.

Eijiro Kirishima

As a pro hero, you didn’t get many off days. When you do, the chances of you having a friend who also has the day off is slim. If all the pro heroes had the same day off, criminals would take advantage of it.

“(L/n)! Didn’t expect to see you here! And in civvie clothes, no less.” You turned to see Red Riot. Though he was obviously off duty. What was his name again? Kirishima was it?

“You’re off today too? Maybe I should’ve texted.”

“Well, I know now.” He shrugged with a smile before asking, “Wanna talk over some lunch?”

“Yes, I’m starving.”

“My sidekicks are cooked!” You sighed exasperated. Kirishima just laughed heartily.

“They’re just a few years younger, it can’t be that bad.”

“They’ve suffered incredible brain rot. Do you not have this problem?”

“Well, yeah, but I guess I always kinda just went with it.” The redhead shrugged.

“Of course mine had to be special…” you pouted as you gazed out the window of the cafe you were at. The streets were busy with people going about their day.

“They’re incredible heroes though. I can tell they’ve really grown under your wing.”

Your eyes snapped back to him.

“I can tell that you put a lot of effort and care into their training.” Kirishima’s smile was softer now.

“Thank you.”

At some point during your outing, a citizen recognized the two of you as heroes. Being highly ranked meant a lot more people knew about you. Fans soon crowded around you, phones out and bombarding you with questions.

“Together on their day off?!”

“Are you in a relationship?”

“It isn’t very nice to bother us on our day off. We don’t get a lot of those.” Kirishima explained, being really chill about it.

“We’d be happy to talk suited up. You’ll have to find us tomorrow.” You had the fakest smile. Yeah, you loved your job and protecting people. It was just that people could really get on your nerves.

Being a highly ranked pro hero meant more popularity and being treated like a celebrity. It was easy to forget that you were people too.

With your statement, Kirishima grabbed you by the waist.

“Mind blasting us off?”

You gave a firm nod before pooling heat to small areas of your feet. So much for those shoes. It was a good thing they weren’t your favorite pair. A small, but powerful fire was released, propelling you into the air.

“Kirishima, the landing!”

“I’ve got it.”

Handling you so that he could carry you bridal style, the off duty hero braced himself to land on the street. When he hit the ground, he rolled. His body curled around yours, so you really only knocked into him instead of the ground.

“You okay?” He asked as you helped him up.

“Yeah. Thanks for breaking the fall.”

“No problem. Though we should run before they catch up.”

You glanced at the approaching crowd.

“Definitely.”

Denki Kaminari

You didn’t know how he got your number, but to say you had a heart attack when you saw his text would be an understatement.

Unknown:

Heyyy, (L/n)

It’s Chargebolt, you’ve been at my last two press conferences

You:

How did you get my number?

Unknown:

I found the paper you work for and asked them

Being a pro does have its perks when looking for info

You:

Nosey

Unknown:

Huh?!

I’ve reached out to you personally!

This is my personal cell

You:

It is?

Unknown:

Yeah

You:

Okay

Allegedly Chargebolt:

Anywaysss

Would you like an exclusive interview?

You:

With you?

Allegedly Chargebolt:

Yep

Just you and me

You:

Should I be scared?

Allegedly Chargebolt:

What, no!!

I’ll give the details to your employer

See you then

You:

You’d better not be a kidnapper

The interview took place a week later. You made your way to his agency, dressed as professional as always. A modest blouse with pants and simple stilettos.

“See, I’m the real deal.” Chargebolt gestured to himself when you entered his office.

The papers were disorganized and there were random things in random places. You didn’t know why, but you were expecting this.

“Yeah, I’ll give you that.” You shrugged, taking a seat in the chair in front of his desk. “I’m going to ask you questions, and thanks to my quirk, you’ll have to answer them all honestly. You’re prepared for that, right?”

“Yep. The feeling of your quirk compelling me sends shivers down my spine. It’s exciting!” The blond hero said smoothly. You blushed, but set up the recorder and your notebook.

Tenya Iida

Despite how much of a rule follower and enforcer your boss was, he was also surprisingly lax. Messed up the scheduling of a meeting? That’s okay, you’re still learning. Double booking him? Everyone makes mistakes. As embarrassing as your mistakes were, he always made sure to let you know that it was okay.

As time went on, you stopped making those mistakes. Ingenium would compliment you every once in a while to tell you how good you were doing.

“(L/n), could you order dinner for me? It’s gonna be a long night.” He handed you a list with the name of the restaurant and his order.

“You’ve got it, sir.”

“Go ahead and order something for yourself if you’re hungry. I’d like to eat together and sift through paperwork.”

“Thank you, sir. I’d be happy to.” You bowed a bit to hide the blush overtaking your face.

“It’s not a problem. I enjoy your company.”

After retrieving the food from the delivery person, you took it up to Ingenium’s office. You could see him sitting at his desk, tired eyes focused on whatever paper he was going over. He had taken off his bodysuit, opting to tie it around his waist, revealing the black tank top he wore underneath it. God, his arms were huge.

“Foods here!” You knocked before opening the door.

“Thank you, (L/n). I appreciate you.”

“No, thank you. It’s nice to have dinner with someone other than my roommate every once in a while.”

“You live with a roommate?” His blue eyes flew up to meet your gaze.

“Yeah, makes paying the bills easier. Plus, we get along great.” You shrugged before shoveling food into your mouth.

“I suppose that makes sense.”

“I take it you live alone then?”

“Yes, I have an apartment. Though I spend more time here than there.” Your boss chuckled.

“I know what you mean.”

Hanta Sero

Opening his snaps was one of the highlights of your day. Sero liked to take goofy pictures on patrol, and even got some of his sidekicks in on them. It was even better if he was upside down, his arms flexing as he gripped his tape to hold himself up. His forearms could get so veiny.

You’d send back a cute angle of you doing whatever you were up to. Sometimes they were silly though. A lot of times it was between outfits at a shoot. Other times you were getting your hair or makeup done. Seeing his contact pop up in your notifications always brought a smile to your face.

Sero:

We still on for movies tonight?

You:

Yeah, what kind of snacks you want?

Sero:

Don’t worry about it, I have plenty to bring from home 😅

You:

Anything you wanna drink?

Sero:

Any kind of soda is fine

You:

I got you

You had to run to the store to buy a few cans of soda. As a model, you don't drink pop because it makes you bloat. Not good for shoots. You grabbed the most generic option, figuring it would be safe.

By evening, your couch was covered with comfy blankets and pillows. Your coffee table held some of your snacks. You made sure to leave space for Sero’s.

It was dark when you heard a knock on your door. One quick glance through the peephole told you it was your man.

“Glad you could make it. How was work today?” You smiled brightly as you opened the door.

“Let me tell you, having something to look forward to at the end of the day made it so much better.” He didn’t stutter, and his eye contact never wavered.

“Good. What snacks did you bring?” You mentally kicked yourself for the hesitation between good and your question.

“Well, you could say that some are…an acquired taste.”

“That makes me excited.” You took a seat on the couch, inviting him to follow. He plopped down next to you, unafraid to make contact.

“Speaking of excitement, what movies are they showing at Casa de (L/n)?”

“(Fav Movie Series).”

“Good choice. Your good taste extends beyond the world of fashion.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

Hitoshi Shinso

The insomniac hero frequented your office to help you organize things or get treated. You learned that the reason you never saw him before was because he was a dumbass who would take care of his wounds at home. Now he would try to treat himself with you.

“This is literally my job. Put that shit down.”

“It’s fine, I got it.” Shinso swatted your hands away.

“I don’t care. I’ll fight you.”

Shinso smirked and you damn near lost your mind.

“I’d like to see you try.”

You snatched the equipment out of his hands, face burning.

“Another night, when you’re not injured.”

“You’re no fun. Heroes are prepared to fight even when injured.”

“I’m a medic. I’m supposed to heal wounds, not cause them.” You rolled your eyes while stating that matter of factly.

“Okay, Miss Good Girl.” Shinso put his hands up in surrender while you worked. He said the words with such ease, but you were struggling to function properly.

“Don’t say stuff like that! Weirdo.”

“Why not? It’s only weird if you make it weird.” The hero chuckled darkly before looking you in your eyes. “Unless you wanna make it weird.”

“No! I don’t wanna make it weird!” You squealed and swatted at him, careful not to actually hurt him.

“Okay, okay. Calm down then.”

“You suck…” you pouted and looked away from him.

“Says the one who wouldn’t fight me.”

“I’m about to make your wish come true!”

Without explanation, his face fell.

“Do you even know what my quirk is?”

“Of course I do, I have access to everyone’s records here.”

“Then you know that I can control people by asking them a question.”

This time you looked him in the eyes.

“Again, of course I do.”

“I’m glad that you seem to trust me then.” Shinso paused. “You’d think that I would have gotten over this little insecurity back in high school when I started getting positive recognition, but it still hangs at the back of my mind.”

You put your hand on his shoulder as a reassuring gesture.

“You’re a good guy. I can’t see you trying to brainwash me for any bad reason.”

“Thank you.” His smile was sweet and genuine.

A/N: I finally finished this one! Again, so sorry for how behind I’ve been. I’m trying to catch up though, so stay tuned.

#my hero academia #x reader #fem reader #boyfriend scenarios #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #shoto todoroki #eijiro kirishima #denki kaminari #tenya iida #hanta sero #hitoshi shinsou

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gen4grl · 4 months ago

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a couple wips and pieces done over the course of this year that will never be completed but felt cute enough to post … yes i draw a lot of leaf she just never makes it outta procreate to tumblr 😭 here are my reasons for leaving them in wip hell:

1. this was half of the piece, other half had hilbert and cheren looking at the girls. hilbert looked really good but i couldn’t get the perspective of cheren to work. was meant to show the reunion of hilda and cheren after the bw -> bw2 timeskip!

2 & 6. kantrio alola trip!! orginally drew blues body for anatomy practice and because of that the pose came out looking too stiff? the 2nd half of the piece had red in it but literally couldn’t get his face to work no matter how hard i tried lol. 6 was just for fun the concept of instagram in the pokemon world makes me giggle. LOVE how i rendered leaf so RIP

3. just a fun leaf drawing!!! just hated the piece next to it! still love how leaf looks there tho! outfit was based off avril lavignes ‘he wasn’t’ mv and dialogue from blues route 22 battle in frlg!

4. my adult design of clem, my fan daughter of red! originally was going to make into a nicer piece but i accidentally merged all the sketch layers together and that demotivated me LOL this happens way too often but still want to redraw clems design bc i really love the pose & outfit!!!

5. based off a part of my very long kanto au! looks fine? just didn’t love the blue piece next to it and always get kinda shy to share my blue x leaf work.

#long post sorry in a yapping mood lol #uploading art that’s anything older than a month old (which ALL of these are) makes me stressed cause I can see the improvement i could do #to ALL of them😭😭😭 i geuss that means ive improved … or i’m just too harsh on myself!!! probs both #wip #ramblings

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kittievampire · 1 year ago

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Hey I just discovered your blog and I love your writing! I was wondering if I could request some HCs of the demon bros reacting to a MC who rescued two kittens that started off chill and cute but as the little guys got comfortable in the house of lamentation they start being chaotic and doing rowdy kitten stuff. Thank you so much and I hope you have a stellar day! ✨️

As a cat-owner, I have a lot to say about this.

My cat's a bitch, too, so this'll be fun 😤

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if ya wanna request!

Cat Chaos

Warnings: Cursing, Cats being cats, MC being a crackhead cat-parent, GN! MC

Enjoy.

You found the two little guys on the side of the road during a very stormy night in the Devildom. You were walking home, coat over your head to shield you from the merciless downpour, when you heard faint meows and yaps from an alley. You turned your head, noticing a box, dirty and wet. The cardboard barely kept its shape under the pressure of the heavy rain, and you could see a single pair of fuzzy ears poking out of the opening at the top.

You walked forward, pulling open the two flaps at the top to reveal two kittens, cold and shaking, meowing at you.

Seeing that the box was rendered useless now, you covered the kittens in your coat, banging at the door of the House of Lamentation. "Come on, come on," You whispered to yourself, not wanting to get any more drenched than you already were. The door swung open, Lucifer standing before you with a stern expression on his face. "MC, why are you—" You stepped forward, almost pressed against him. "Please let me inside, it's pouring!"

You and Lucifer had a conversation about the animals, and eventually, he sighed, pinched his brows together, and reluctantly said "Yes."

The cats were so cute. Everyone in the house was quite fond of the animals.

That was until chaos began to ensue.

Lucifer

Absolutely fucking irritated.

The thing about Lucifer is he was a dog person.

That's it.

He only dealt with Cerberus because he wouldn't be much of a fuss to take care of.

Cats on the other hand?

Since the incident with Satan summoning multiple cats, he had a special distaste for the creatures.

One morning, he found a turd in the kitchen. Not very happy.

Lucifer immediately went to your room and knocked on the door. The moment you opened it, the two plausible culprits jumped off of your bed and meowed at him.

"MC," He sighed out, making you shoot up from your bed. "Shit, am I late?" You ask, still half-asleep.

You pushed the covers off of you in a sleepy panic, making him shake his head and hold out a hand of reassurance. "No, you're not late, it's still quite early in the morning. I just... Wanted to let you know that..." He looked into your sleepy doe eyes and felt one of the kittens brush up against his leg.

Lucifer suppressed a groan of frustration. "I... Just wanted to let you know that... I was going out to get coffee, and..." He trailed off, a blush highlighting his face. You couldn't see it though.

"Oh, that'd be great, thanks, Luci," You said with a yawn, patting your bedside and calling out the names of the two felines. "Wake me up again when you're back, please. I'm gonna get a few more minutes of sleep in."

He begrudgingly cleaned it up himself.

He'd have to clean up after Cerberus occasionally, but the difference is, he couldn't exactly punish your kittens.

They weren't his.

The three of them would have standoffs every now and then in the hallway though.

Mammon

Bro is so over your cats' shit. A little less than Lucifer, but it's the fact that they continue to get into his stuff when he leaves it lying around.

Asmodeus will leave around a whole fur coat, yet instead of that expensive, comfort-guaranteed, five-star, premium bed-material-like coat, they decide to snuggle up with his favorite leather jacket with studs. STUDS.

He'll usually try and catch the little guys, but they're too fast for baby boy.

He usually ends up tripping and falling on his face while shouting curses at them.

When you came over and asked what was wrong, he was quick as hell to snitch.

"Those little color-palette faces o' yours got their fur all over my favorite jacket! D'ya know how much grim I had to save up for that?" Mammon was nearly sobbing.

You sighed, got on the ground near him, and started comforting him with an embrace and head pats.

Definitely flips them off whenever he sees them in the hallways now, it always seems like they're smirking at him though.

Fucking felines.

Leviathan

Levi didn't have a problem with them at first

He was worried that they'd try to get to Henry 2.0, but they didn't seem very interested in him, so, eventually, he started letting them into his room whenever they'd scratch at the door.

He actually didn't mind their company.

It was nice to have those two laying down in his lap while he played his video games.

They'd even hiss whenever someone killed him!

They were his best friends!

Until the day it happened.

He was grinding really hard on a game from the human world that you recommended he played, and he was loving it so far! Though, because he was grinding so hard for seven hours straight, the kittens ended up falling asleep at his side.

He was so close to beating this really difficult boss! This wasn't even the final stage, why were these bosses so hard?

But he enjoyed it nonetheless because you recommended it of course.

"Yes! Now all I have to do is use Black Viper to inflict all-mighty damage and I'll finally be done with this palace!"

Bro is near tears of joy.

However, a small paw bapped at his controller, hitting the melee button that dealt 50 damage to the boss that had 98 health.

When the boss killed him for the nth time in a row, he dropped his controller.

Barged into your room with kittens in hand and tears streaming down his face. "These are anti-gamer feline monsters, MC!" He sobbed, making you shoot up from your seat.

"Oh no, what did they do this time?"

"They made me restart the boss battle when I was this close to beating him! I thought we were friends!"

You had to comfort him the whole night and help him defeat the boss afterward.

Satan

Absolutely in love with the kittens.

They could do no wrong in his eyes.

They made him lose a page in his book?

That's okay, they just wanted to play.

They knocked over his mug?

They're cats! It's only natural for them to learn how to do that!

If anything, he encourages their naughty behavior when they act out in front of the other brothers.

And you end up the one to complain about the cats, though you talk to them as if they're humans.

"When I said you give me shit, I didn't mean to actually drop one!" You practically shouted at one of your kittens, causing Satan to look up from his book.

You pointed to the other kitten accusingly. "You were fucking watching too, weren't you? You fucking cuck, you cat-cuck, you-"

"Woah, woah, woah, they probably couldn't make it to the litterbox in time, MC," He said, closing his book.

You deadpanned at him, looking down at the turd that sat right next to the litterbox.

Both of the kittens jumped into the blond's lap, purring and nuzzling against his hands.

He started cooing at them about how "mommy/daddy was so mean" and how the kittens "could never do something so vile on purpose."

Asmodeus

They made great selfie buddies!

His follower count and likes shot up once he started taking selfies with the cute little felines.

He tolerated them a lot, though he was still wary of their shedding.

One day, they were in his room while he was painting his nails.

He used them to pick colors for the new nail look.

"I'm not sure orange and pink go well together, silly feline." Asmodeus giggled, gently booping one of the kittens on the nose as he set down the orange nail polish container.

"However, I'd say pink would definitely go with my outfit wardrobe for this next month!"

He hummed to himself and cooed at the kittens as he started painting his nails, movements precise, hands still as if he were a surgeon.

"Honestly, I'd look good in any color, won't I? That's why you gave me orange! You know I can pull off the colors, don't you? You two are so adorable!" He flustered himself with compliments.

The kittens meowed sweetly at him as he waited for his nails to dry

Suddenly, one of the kittens nuzzled his cheek against his hand, getting nearly dried nail polish on his fuzzy cheek and whiskers and smudging the pink nail polish on Asmo's finger.

There was silence.

Asmodeus looked at the tiny hairs that stuck out of his clumpy, mildly wet polish, processing what had just happened.

His screech was what alerted you to his room, and you had to hold him back from throwing the little felines across the room.

Beelzebub

Second most chill about it.

Whenever he'd see the kittens getting yelled at by you for doing something bad, he'd slip them a piece of his meaty snack to make them feel better.

He may get mildly irritated when they would beg him to share a snack with him, but that's only on rare occasions.

"Oh, did you want some jerky?" He asked softly to the kitten that had jumped onto the table and sniffed the meat in his hand.

He gently handed the meat to the kitten, who sniffed and started to lick it.

Beel scarfed down most of the bag but ended up leaving some for the kitten.

He gently pat the kitten on the head and allowed it to finish the rest of the jerky.

Belphegor

Third most chill about it.

He most likely encourages chaos like Satan, too.

You catch him trying to coax your kitties to knock over Lucifer's fragile belongings and make messes of his clothing.

You'd been scolded a few times by Lucifer, but he eventually found out that it was the youngest's doing, so you got off easy.

Belphie loved to cuddle with your kittens when he slept.

He'd get a little irritated when they'd wake him by clawing at his door at night, but he had to deal with his twin's loud snores, so it didn't bother him that much.

It's surprising he can hear the scratches and meows over the snoring, though.

"Hey, you two. You wanna cuddle with Uncle Belphie?" He'd chuckle softly as he let the cats into the room.

Loves the warmth that their fur provides, and you definitely caught him with one of the kitten's butts in his face when he was napping at least twice.

Hope you liked it, anon!

Masterlist

#obey me mc #obey me #obey me brothers #obey me bros hcs #obey me hcs #obey me lucifer hcs #obey me mammon hcs #obey me leviathan hcs #obey me satan hcs #obey me asmodeus hcs #obey me crack #obey me beelzebub hcs #obey me belphegor hcs #obey me bros crack

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lostloves · 2 years ago

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*pops out of nowhere* so... hi? it's kayle. i'm not sure if anyone here remembers me. i mean, it's been what? two years? that doesn't seem like much, but a lot's changed since then. two years ago, i was planning to study art and design, but like everyone else, i got stuck in a proverbial limbo of waiting. the pandemic essentially rendered everything on hold — my graduation, my post-grad trip with friends, and eventually my long-awaited plans to move to another country for uni. that period of waiting, i spent here in the company of lovely internet friends who were so kind to me. they made my day every time i logged in (hi ami @aimlocked, lett @sunmayshine [what a cute user btw], a bunch of other people who i can't seem to find the usernames of). i also had so much fun editing gifs and graphics, even doing a little bit of theme coding every now and then (do people still do that here? is that still a thing?)

anyway, when it was clear to me that i was waiting for nothing and that none of what i had planned for so long was going to work out the way i hoped they would, i just felt so defeated that i shut down. what i thought was a two week break from social media ended up being two years. i wasn't active in anything. a few months back, i revived my goodreads to track the books i'm reading but that's about it. i just wasn't in the best headspace. eventually, going online slipped my mind. i even forgot the password at some point.

so yeah, that was two years ago. now, i'm currently in my old uni studying language, almost always buried deep in paperwork. i never would've imagined this is where i'd be, but like i said, a lot's changed. and it looks like a lot's changed with tumblr too because wow i barely recognize all these new fancy features.

i don't know if i'll post here on a regular basis. i don't edit stuff anymore. although i can try? i kinda miss editing stuff for fandoms instead of research presentations 💀 though i'm not sure if i have the time to do graphics or gifs like i used to. if i'm not reading journal articles, i'm usually writing papers about them. finals is just two weeks away too, and i'm pretty sure that's going to take up my already close-to-nonexistent vacant time. but who knows? now that i finally figured out the password, i might as well just lurk here again hahaha.

this ended up being longer (and so much more sentimental?) than i thought it would lol sorry for that. it was supposed to be just a "hi hello i'm back! if you remember me, here's what i've been up to. and if you don't, pls keep scrolling and save me from embarrassment!" post. but if you've read this far, thanks for being a cool and lovely human on the internet.

#also this new post editor is wild #and it seems i forgot the tags i use too #i feel like a boomer discovering the internet for the first time #on that note #i might go and play around with this new tumblr #and edit my theme while we're at it #i love those pastel colors but wow #my eyes can't take that level of pale anymore #that's all #thanks for coming to my ted talk #kayle.txt

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mazm-imagines · 10 days ago

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Mazm week day 6 prompt for guidance! Ngl this lowk kinda eats maybe ill clean it up later and repost it... me when i get to render girlboss baddies. 575 words under cut!

“My Asya. I know you will accomplish many great things. For now, I must go. Maybe one day I will see you again when all is well… or maybe I will see you leading others into the new world we have discussed. The new world we will put together.” Lyudmila had told Asya in her youth, her hands both placed on her tiny shoulders as she leaned down. The girl cried and buried her face in her skirt, begging for her to have stayed. To have taught her further to have even adopted her.

How silly.

For only one year- for kindergarten no less- the two had bonded in the most meaningful sense. The older woman had grown to be even closer to her than her own mother.

No other child had shown a fiery spirit as Asya had, nor the ambition and desire to do something great, to liberate.

Lyudmila had rock bottom expectations for the grownup toddlers, and even so, Asya exceeded it all.

She only wished she could've taken her along as her pupil. Taught her everything she would need to have known and become her successor if needed be.

It was love in the purest sense, if only anything else about her senses were pure.

The child too would one day be tainted with the stains of politics. Her ambition would become a roaring flame of rage and justice if it had been stoked correctly.

Perhaps she could do the stoking, if time allowed her.

And as for Asya, all she could have done was pursue the future she was fated to claim.

The world was cruel. She only knew snippets of it in her naive youth, and now it's ugly head reared. The useless Tsar that did nothing for his people paraded around as if the world wasn't burning down around him.

The death of Slava only pushed her to new heights. On and on and on until she found herself in front of the Tsar's Palace, grenade in hand.

There was no hesitation when her arm swung. The explosive rolled right in the center and Asya quickly seeked asylum from the gate she loitered with.

3. 2. 1.

Her position braced itself and her hands in her ears.

Nothing.

It was all quick from there.

Her incarceration, her parole, her recruitment.

Dammit. The maker must have been in favor of the Tsar. She told everyone who dared to have asked her why she failed. She certainly did more than those sorry bastards and only tripped up at the finish line due to the failure of others.

Was there an ounce of competence to have been found?

And exactly when she needed her the most, did Lyudmila finally extend her hands back into her life, just as she said she would've.

They'd found each other once more, and Asya couldn't bear to let her separate from her again.

While she couldn't have joined the Revolutionary Party, she certainly was allowed to take matters into her own hands. Lyudmila found it a cute attempt at mimicry once Asya had decided to lead the Red Wolves. As if a child was attempting to imitate their parents achievements. She could achieve all she wanted, and Lyudmila would support her with her heart.

And no one would stray Asya from her path as long as she willed it. Not even a driveless man that owed a debt to her or her own wavering heart.

#mazm #Mazm pechka #Mazm week #lyudmila #mod gwaaaaar #gwaaaaar art #gwaaaaar writing #Anastasia Vasilienva Korneva

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togoldlilya · 3 months ago

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Let me teach you, but I'm learning too

sayaka has never ice skated before but how hard could it really be? toge on the other hand was a lot less confident about the whole thing.

"come on nunu!!" sayaka beckons the boy to follow her has she steps onto the ice, easily gliding over it as if it was just the pavement. taking a shaky breath he slowly steps onto the slippery surface, arms instinctively flying out to the sides to steady himself. successfully getting both skates onto the ice, he immediately slips and scrambles to gain his balance, arms flailing wildly. eyes wide he manages to save himself, looking up to see sayaka cackling loudly at his misfortune. shooting her a glare he attempts to take a step forward only to loose his balance and fall to the ice with a thump. giggling profusely sayaka slides forward to help him up, "here nunu let me help you" getting him back to his feet he clamps his hands down on her forearms allowing her to drag him along as she slowly skates backwards.

"wow i didn't expect this to be so easy" she comments offhandedly making toge huff in jealously. forcing him to let go of one of her arms, she grabs his hand instead, their gloved fingers intertwining easily, now able to skate side by side. he focuses intently on his feet scared that if he looks away he'll fall again.

"like this nunu, push off back to the side so that you're swaying a little bit. dont be so stiff either it's making it harder for you" sayaka advises trying to sound gentle. he listens closely and tries to follow what she said, finding that it actually did help.

"ume! tsuna tsuna!" he cries out, excited at his own progress "tsuna mayo!!" she cracks a wide smile at his enthusiasm, cheering him on happily. but after about an hour toge is tapped out, and she leads him to the edge so he can sit down.

"i'm having a lot of fun nunu, i'm gonna skate for a bit longer okay?" she states before gliding back onto the ice. he settles down to watch her, entranced by her gracefulness. he thinks, not for the first time that night, that this can not be her first time on the ice, shes just too good. she smoothly and elegantly goes around the track, even trying out some spins, looking like she belongs out there, creating art on the ice. sooner than he'd like she joins him on the bench, hair windswept, cheeks pink from the cold, and slightly out of breath.

"ikura shouyu ume, tsuna mayo furikake ikura. ikura shouyu" you're so beautiful ume, lets do this together again please. you're so beautiful he motions towards the rink as he says this, his words making her blush a deep red.

"of course we can do this again! i've had a lot of fun skating with you! i'd say you're pretty good now hehe" she flashes him a bright smile that renders him speechless for a moment, struck by her beauty in that moment.

"ume..." he mumbles catching her attention.

"huh? what is it?" she focues her attention on him fully, brows furrowed cutely in confusion. tugging down his scarf he pulls her into a kiss, loving how she instantly melts against him, hand coming up to grasp at his jacket. pressing closer to her, he quickly gets addicted to her taste, unwilling to let go of her just yet. slipping a hand around her neck, he holds her to him, smirking at the shiver that runs though her body. her once cold lips are now warm and swollen and they taste like the hot chocolate they shared eariler. pulling away she unconsciously trails after him, lips pursed cutely. opening her eyes she sees his satisfied smile and can't help but think how adorable he looks right now. she's already planning their next trip here, with a self indulgent smile.

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stargazer-sims · 3 months ago

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The best advice I could give anyone joining simblr at any time, not just now in 2024 is:

Do not compare yourself to others. There will always be people who you think are better than you at certain things (writing, editing, sticking with a legacy, making renders, CC-making, etc.) and there will always be people who get more notes and attention than you. Likewise, there will always be people you consider yourself to be better than. In reality, none of this matters and will make you unhappy and unsatisfied if you choose to dwell on it. Focus on discovering your own play style, your own aesthetic and your own creative strengths. Do what you want to do, play and share the way you want to, and you will have a much better time of it.

Tell the stories you want to tell. It doesn't matter if they're "unpopular". Authenticity is greater than popularity.

Keep your simblr just for The Sims (and possibly other games, if you want). Consider keeping real world politics, social justice issues and modern world events off it, and don't engage in pointless drama or arguments with other people on simblr, no matter how much you feel the urge to do so. I'm not saying you shouldn't share your activism and worldview online. You can absolutely do that if you want to, bearing in mind that not everyone is always going to agree with you or like you because of that, but consider making a dedicated space for it or tagging it very specifically so people who choose not to see it can filter it adequately.

Try not to engage in pointless game-related drama on simblr either.

The block button, text filters and tag filters are your friends. Don't be afraid to filter for content you don't want to see, regardless of the reason. Also don't be afraid to block people, regardless of the reason. If there's something or some account you don't want to see, you're not required to see it. You are responsible for your own comfort and happiness online, and you can't expect everyone to cater to you. Take charge of it on your own, and curate your own experience.

If you see something you disagree with or don't like, move on. You don't have to love everything, and no one expects you to, but they also don't want you to make rude, mean or negative comments or to send negative asks or DMs. See the above tip about using the block button and filters if you're really put off by something you see.

If you have a problem with an individual, try to deal with it privately before blasting it publicly for all the internet to see. Or just use that handy block button if that's a viable way to deal with the problem.

If you make anything that you want to share with others, think carefully before you decide to monetize it. Paywalling isn't the community's favourite thing.

Give people credit for things they've made. Conversely, don't claim credit for things you didn't make, and don't place other people's creations behind your paywall. That's unethical at best and theft at worst.

If you want something from somebody, ask them directly. Vague-posting and guilt-tripping to get something from somebody is not cute. If you ask politely with a please and a thanks, you might be surprised how many people will be willing to help you. If they can't help you or don't want to, the worst that can happen is they'll say no.

Respect other people's boundaries, the rules for events hosted by others, and the general guidelines of their account.

Engage with others. Like and reblog their posts, and especially leave them some comments on their posts. This is a great way to break the ice and meet people. Play tag games, send asks, or highlight your favourite accounts. Participate in events hosted by others, and maybe think about hosting something yourself if you feel you're able to do it.

HAVE FUN!!! This is a game and a hobby, and a lot of people come to The Sims and simblr to escape the stress and hardship of their everyday lives. Don't take simblr (or yourself) too seriously. We're all meant to be having a good time.

📩 Simblr question of the day: What is the best advice you could give someone who joins simblr in 2024?

answer in whatever way is most comfortable for you and feel free to share this SQOTD around, make sure to use the hashtag SQOTD and tag me in separate posts ~ 💛

This question was contributed by an anon ~ Thank you for submitting multiple questions ~ (this is question 5 of 12 from this specific anon)

#reblog #SQOTD #simblr question of the day #I said what I said #stargazersims

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