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The part where's he's disappointed that he can't buy all the stuffies🥺🥺🥺 let me give this man a hug!!! Let me love him!!!! I need to!!💛💛💛
I love him so much and I love how you write their relationship and it just makes me feel so many things!!!💛💛💛
𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐉.𝐁.𝐁
Christmas shopping was a dangerous mistake, Bucky realised, and all he could do was hope that in the end, he could rein you in, and you wouldn’t go home with the whole entire store.
𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ღ Nurse!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 ღ 1.4k
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ღ Pet names, fluff
𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ღ Not going to lie, this is my version of heaven.
𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧 ღ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas | Masterlist
𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
“Let’s get out today,” Bucky said earlier that morning, sipping placidly at his extra strong coffee — hair loose down his neck, and warm sweater snug on his broad shoulders. “I want to take you out.”
You looked out from your blanket huddle, eyes curious, and you met his gaze steadily. “Where?”
“There’s a stuffie store–”
Bucky had not even finished his sentence before you threw the blankets off with a flourish, and rushed to your feet. “Let’s– Whoa.” The blood pooled in your feet and you fell back down onto the couch with an “oof,” before you looked at Bucky, who, to his credit, simply looked unimpressed.
“Hakuna your tatas, sweetheart.”
You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Don’t use Disney puns on me, jerk.”
Bucky shrugged. “Punk.”
With his help, you managed to make it to the bedroom and change your clothes — a favourite Christmas sweater of yours, while Bucky changed into the other of the matching pair.
The air outside was chilled when you opened the front door of the apartment, but you dashed towards the passenger side door of Bucky’s car. “C’mon, lazy bones! I wanna go!”
“Alright, alright,” Bucky laughed from the doorway, shaking his head. “Have you got everything? Medications, snacks, all that?” You shook the bag that was strapped over your shoulder, and beamed at him. “Good girl,” he praised, and he shut the front door before he made his way over to kiss you on the forehead. “Now we can go.”
Once Bucky parked his car in a free space at the mall, you rushed out of the passenger seat and bounced on the heels of your feet.
“I’m so excited,” you rushed, clapping your hands with uncontained glee. The shop that Bucky mentioned in the car was just visible from where you were standing, and you could see that it was lit up entirely — warm strings of fairy lights coupled with the rainbow bulbs of traditional Christmas lights offset one another perfectly. Two Christmas trees stood either side of the entryway. “It looks so pretty!”
“Not as pretty as my girl,” Bucky said, his smile soft; eyes even softer.
The compliment made you squeak with embarrassment. “Bucky!”
“What?” he laughed, offering his hand for you to hold. “C’mon.”
You took it and hauled through the parking lot and into the mall. The warmth inside the mall made you sigh with relief. “Better?” Bucky asked, and you nodded. “It’s over here,” he said, walking sedately towards the entrance of the stuffie store.
As the large doorway neared, you struggled to contain your happiness.
Bucky noticed as much and gently swung your arm with his, all while grinning at you. “Never seen you so happy, Sugar,” he observed, and he walked closer to kiss your temple. “I love your smile so damn much.”
The sweet action made you scrunch up your nose in embarrassment. “Stop.”
“No.”
There were displays next to the Christmas trees, and you stopped abruptly to take them in. Numerous reindeer, moose, and all manner of creatures were wearing fluffy, red Santa hats. “Oh, my gosh, look at them all,” you breathed, “They’re so cute!”
Bucky grunted with surprise as you tugged him into the store, your excitement now exceeding your ability to keep any semblance of normalcy.
“Just hold on a second, baby,” Bucky rushed, laughing a little at your eagerness. You turned on your heel to look at him, and he hesitated slightly before he said, “Remember I can’t buy all of them–”
He looked crestfallen — disappointed in his inability to provide all of what you wanted.
“I am just excited, Buck,” you said happily. “I get to spend time with you and I get to look at Christmas stuffies, what more could I want?”
You watched as his expression softened into something that resembled relief. “Thank you, Sugar.”
“Of course,” you whispered, and you kissed his cheek. “Let’s go look at all the babies.”
The interior of the store was homely and rustic; a sense of whimsical, too, thanks to the use of fairies and mushroom stools dotting the space. Bears and teddies filled the shelves, bursting with soft coats and knitted coats and all manners of materials. It was a sight to behold, given they were all hand made by local crafters.
“They’re really cute,” Bucky remarked, pointing at the box of cat plushies. All of which had Santa hats or reindeer antlers. He walked over and bent to pick up a fluffy, white cat with a giant set of antlers. “I’ll get this one, I think.”
“‘Cos it’s Alpine?” you wondered aloud. Bucky grinned, nodding enthusiastically. “You’re such a good dad.”
“Why thank you, baby,” he teased, winking.
You snorted a laugh and walked towards a wall with all kinds of animal stuffies. Bucky came up behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder; his arms cradled you to his chest by wrapping around your waist. “What’re you thinkin’, cutie?”
“I’m thinkin’,” you parroted, looking at the row of dog stuffies, then the farm animals, then the wild, safari ones. “That I love them all.”
“Y’know, if I could, I would buy you all of them,” Bucky said wistfully, “but I also don’t think our apartment has the room for all of ‘em.”
“Details, shmetails,” you mumbled, waving your hand to dismiss the logic. Bucky laughed and wandered off to the more traditional festive teddies. “Which of you want to come home with me,” you continued to yourself a little quieter, still gazing up and down the wall. “Can’t take all of you home today.”
On the third pass over, you paused upon spotting a family of stuffies. They were reminiscent of the animals in one of your favourite movies, but these ones had an assortment of Santa and elf hats, reindeer antlers, and fluffy winter hats. You moved closer and looked at them, carefully brushing the fabric with a finger tip to feel the softness of the material, and you fell in love.
“You are coming home with me,” you decided aloud.
Carefully, you moved the teddies that were in front of the family out of the way, and you bunched them into your arms. They were big — big enough to be from your chest to your hips, and you grinned widely as you tottered off in search of your boyfriend. “Bucky? Where are you?”
An answering “Over here, baby,” sounded from the Christmas specialty corner, and you walked over to find him holding a ginormous teddy. He started to turn around as he said, “I thought of you– Oh, my god, Sugar…”
You beamed at him and shook the stuffies in your arms. “Look at them!”
He pointedly glanced at the stuffies, then up to your face. “Those are the ones?”
“These are the ones,” you affirmed. For added measure, you pouted and widened your eyes a little. “Please, babe? Please?”
Bucky sighed, shook his head, and then he grinned. “Yeah, you can have ‘em.” He held up the giant teddy he held. “And this one, too. He can wear one of my sweaters while I’m at work.”
You seemed to float to the counter where an elderly lady served you, her motherly smile charming in a way that you could only say reminded you of your own motherly figure. “Now, you dears get home safe, now, y’hear?” she said.
“You got it,” Bucky replied, and he grabbed the huge bag of stuffies off the counter. “Thank you—have a good Christmas.”
“You as well, my dears.”
When you finally arrived home, after bouncing in your seat for the entirety of the drive, the first port of call was to grab your new stuffies and bring them inside. Only, Bucky put a halt to that plan. “You’ve had enough excitement for the day,” he insisted sternly, and no amount of pouting changed his mind. “Go sit down on the couch and I’ll bring ‘em to you, okay?”
A frustrated huff from you, and a cup of hot chocolate later, you sat on the couch in the living room making grabby hands for the big bag the two of you had brought home.
Bucky obliged, and he handed you your new family of stuffies, one by one. Each new friend made your smile stretch wider and wider, your heart soaring with the happiness of it all — the day had turned out perfect.
The soft, fluffy, white cat Bucky had affectionately called Miffy sat perched on his lap, his hands running over the soft material of their fur.
You looked at him, catching his gaze, only to stare into his eyes. They were so, so blue; the depths of them deep and churning with such a softness.
“Can we make this a tradition? For us—of our own?” you asked quietly.
His eyes lit up. “‘Course we can, baby. I was hoping you’d ask me that.”
And from that day onwards, you made sure to maintain it — even if you snuck in multiple trips per year.
↠ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ↞
#look I'm gonna get a bit emotional in the tags please ignore them#I know this reader isn't written as autistic but as an autistic person I just really fucking strongly connect with them and the way#they express their joy and the love for things I just really fucking connect with it#and as someone who as always had to downplay their reactions/expressions and mask them because people are mean and judgemental and#it's never felt safe. so the way you write bucky who not only doesn't try to squash the readers joy and their expression of it but actively#encourages it and loves it. the fact that bucky actively engages in this thing that he knows is going to make his love happy because he#wants to see that joy just makes me so fucking emotional and so fucking happy#and I don't know if any of this made sense but that's honestly why nurse!bucky is one of my favourite aus#I love it so much and I don't think I'll ever truly be able to explain how much it means to me to read this#how much it means to me that you write this the way that you don't I'm not sure I'll ever be able to put properly into words#but I'm sending you all the forehead kisses I possibly can#💛💛💛#(I also haven't read back through these tags as I don't want to see my own emotions so sorry if it doesn't make sense#rookthorne🖤#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#nurse!bucky#comfort
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Love That Burns ~ 24
LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST
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Word Count: 1,860ish
Summary: Logan tries to speak to you. You, Charles, Logan, and Ororo head to Jean's childhood home.
Warnings: angst, major character death
Notes: Welp. I hope this chapter isn’t total crap. I'm gonna be honest, I'm in my head a little bit because there wasn't a whole lot of interaction with the last two chapters (besides likes)...
Reminders: I DO NOT do taglists. Please don’t ask. Please follow and interact! I appreciate any reblogs, likes, comments, and asks!
Logan scrambled to his feet. “I’ve got to find, Y/N.” He ran out of the room.
“Logan!” Ororo called after him. “Logan! Wait!”
Logan ignored Ororo; the only thing on his mind was finding you and fixing this mess.
“We’ve got to go after Jean!” She continued.
“Not until I talk to Y/N,” Logan responded, slamming his palm against the elevator button.
The elevator moved too slowly for Logan’s liking. He was bouncing on his heels as his fists clenched, claws threatening to release. He needed to fix this with you. He didn’t want Jean. He only wanted you and Jean had forced his hand. As soon as the door opened, Logan was rushing out, trying to follow your scent. He skipped multiple stairs as he lunged up them, following the scent of your smoke to your room. He tried the doorknob, not surprised to find it locked.
“Y/N!” He called, knocking on the door. “Let me in, sweetheart. Let me explain.”
He could smell your smoke on the other side of the door and hear your sobs. Each one broke his heart. You didn’t answer him. Instead, you moved yourself into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Nothing was on fire in your room besides yourself. Small flames covered your body as you curled up against the bathroom door. Your tears sizzled down your heated cheeks. Logan could hear everything going on, including you putting further distance between you and him.
“Logan!” Ororo exclaimed, appearing in the hallway. “We need you and Y/N downstairs. Charles has a location on Jean.”
“Not now!” Logan retorted.
“Jean is out there and dangerous. We need to handle her.”
You could hear the conversation through the doors. You knew that you couldn’t hide forever and that it would grow embarrassing if anyone else came to the door. Standing up, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You could see the heartbreak within yourself staring back at you, and the dog tags that constantly hung from your neck felt like a noose. With a shaky hand, you pulled the dog tags from around your neck. You walked out of the bathroom and threw them on the bed before opening the door.
“Let’s go,” your voice was quiet but with barely anything emotion.
“Y/N—“
Logan tried to grab your arm, but you were quick to get down the hallway before he could touch you. Logan sighed, glancing into the room. His breath caught in his throat as he saw what lay on the bed. Slowly, he walked over and grabbed his dog tags, the engagement ring still in the midst of them. You never took them off, just as he never took yours off. This just proved how badly the incident with Jean had truly hurt you. He placed them around his neck before heading down to the garage.
You and Charles were already sitting in the back of one of the cars with Ororo in the passenger seat, leaving the driver's seat open for Logan. He got in, and Charles guided him on where to go. As Logan drove, the tension in the car grew. He continually glanced back at you using the rearview mirror. You kept your eyes on the scenery outside. You could feel Logan’s eyes every time he got a look at you like he was burning holes into you.
Charles guided Logan to Jean’s childhood home. You and Ororo got Charles situated into his wheelchair as Logan studied the neighborhood.
“Wait for me here,” Charles directed, wheeling towards the house at the end of the cul-de-sac.
“What?” Logan’s head snapped in Charles’ direction.
“I need to see Jean alone.”
“You were right, Charles,” Erik said, coming up from the side with multiple other mutants. “This one is special.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” Logan asked.
“The same as the Professor. Visiting an old friend.”
“I don’t want trouble here,” Charles told Erik.
“Nor do I, Charles. So, shall we go inside?”
The two men made their way toward the house, leaving you, Ororo, and Logan on the road. Four mutants that Erik had brought stood in the front yard, guarding the house. Your fingers began twitching, little bursts of fire spitting from them as the tensions rose. It wasn’t long before the house began to rumble and react to the powers inside of it.
“I’m going in,” Logan said, stepping forward.
Ororo placed a hand on Logan’s chest, stopping him. “The Professor said he’d handle this,” she told him.
Logan glanced toward you. He could see the flames spurting from your fingers, signaling your nerves. You still hadn’t looked at him, choosing to focus on the mutants guarding the house. Suddenly, the windows of the house shattered from the inside.
“That’s it,” Logan growled, unleashing his claws.
He ran forward as Ororo lifted up into the air and began charging. You created flames in your hands. Logan took the larger mutant while Storm took two of them, and you took on the speedster.
You blasted the speedster through the door of the house before she could disappear. You followed her into the house. She suddenly appeared in front of you, punching you in the face. You cried out as you stumbled backward. You lit your whole body up, shooting flames from every direction. The speedster began to speed around you in a circle, causing the oxygen to begin to disappear along with your flames. You gasped, choking as the lack of oxygen continued.
“Y/N!” Logan shouted, seeing you in trouble.
He launched himself at the speedster, able to time it right to throw the speedster to the side. You fell to the ground, coughing as oxygen tried to reenter your lungs. The house began trembling more, slowly lifting into the air. You, Logan, and Ororo were thrown up to the ceiling as the house began to tear itself apart.
“No, Jean!” You heard Erik yell. “Jean!”
Logan grunted, using his claws to push himself across the ceiling towards the door that Charles and Jean were behind. He forced the door open in time for you to see Charles in the air, disintegrating.
“Charles!” You screamed.
Logan shouted, trying to reach Charles. Charles disappeared into the air and the house came down with a crash. Logan was thrown over to where you dropped to the ground.
“Are you all right?” He quickly asked, checking you for injuries.
“Charles,” you rasped.
You stumbled to your feet, ripping yourself away from Logan’s help. You rushed to the room where Charles, Jean, and Erik had been, only to find them all gone and the wheelchair left in the center.
“No!” You screamed, falling to your knees in front of the wheelchair.
“Oh, God!” Logan cried, falling beside you. You could hear Ororo sobbing behind you. “No!”
Ororo wrapped her arms around you and Logan as the three of you cried. Logan wasn’t one for tears, but Charles had done so much for him and for you. Charles was like a brother to you. He had taken the role of your protector and confidant as soon as you got to the mansion. He had never pushed you to know about your past and always encouraged you in ways that would make your life better.
Sobbing more, you curled in on yourself. Your chest was tightening, and it felt like your lungs were shrinking. Your sobs began turning into wheezes. Your skin began to grow hot as the anxiety set in deeper. Ororo’s arm slipped away from your body as she felt you grow hotter.
“Y/N,” she called through her tears, alerting Logan.
Logan was quick to move in front of you. His jaw clenched as his hands came up to your heated skin and pulled you up onto his lap. His pain didn’t matter to him; yours was his sole focus.
“Y/N, sweetheart,” the concern in his voice was clear. Logan moved one arm to wrap around your waist to keep you against him while his other hand moved to hold your head up. “I need you to breathe.”
You were still wheezing, your chest growing tighter and tighter. You tried to focus on Logan in front of you, but your sight was growing blurry, and it wasn’t just because of the tears.
“Focus on me, baby,” Logan was growing more and more concerned. “Focus and breathe.” His heart dropped the moment your eyes rolled back, and you went limp. “Y/N!”
Ororo’s finger went to check your pulse. It was there, and it was slowly calming. “She’ll be okay,” Ororo said. “We should…” She glanced over at the wheelchair, tears slipping down her cheeks. “We should get back to the mansion.”
Logan nodded, eyes still solely focused on you. He could only imagine the hell you were going through right now. Charles was dead due to Jean, and Logan hadn’t been able to talk to you about the scene you had walked into with him and Jean. Logan carefully moved you to be able to carry you and headed to the car. Ororo followed, pushing the wheelchair. When Ororo and Logan arrived at the car, Ororo could see that Logan was struggling with letting you out of his hold.
“I’ll drive,” Ororo told Logan. He nodded before opening the back door and slipping into the back seat with you still in his arms.
Ororo cried as she placed the wheelchair in the trunk. She stood back there, letting herself have a moment before going to the driver’s seat and heading back to the mansion. Ororo continued to glance back at you and Logan. Logan’s eyes were focused on you, and Ororo could see him growing more and more scared with every passing second. She knew it wasn’t just because you passed out. There was something else going on, hence the reason why you had been hiding away before going to Jean’s house and why Logan had both of your dog tags around his neck.
Logan was growing terrified of what may happen when you wake. You had yet to mourn Scott’s death, and now Charles was gone as well. Then there was the whole scene you walked in on with him and Jean. He knew that it had hurt you, and he needed to explain himself. But when you wake, would you be in a good mindset to talk? Would you let him explain himself? Or should he let you have your space? Logan’s heart twisted at the thought of you not wanting anything to do with him. He couldn’t handle that.
As soon as Ororo pulled up to the mansion, Logan was out of the car with you and heading to your room.
“Logan?” Rogue saw him carrying you through the halls. “What happened?”
“Not now,” he grunted, focusing on getting you to your room.
Ororo came up to Rogue, placing a hand on the young woman’s shoulder. “Rogue, can you gather the other students?”
“What happened?” Rogue asked.
“I’ll explain. Just gather everyone.” Rogue nodded, glancing up at Logan disappearing upstairs before heading off to gather everyone.
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I'm ignoring directions and looking at dontlookatme
LOL and I'm so glad you are!
That's my Priest!Nicky/Professor!Joe fic and I'm so excited about it. It's long, and it takes a lot of research to write so I'm not even 1/4 done with it yet. But I like what I have so far and the two people who are giving me feedback right now keep telling me they're excited for the rest.
There SHOULD be another snippet posted on my tumblr under the tppf tag. I would link to it here, but I've had some trouble with links in posts recently so instead I'm just gonna give you another snippet from the rough draft and let you all click the tag down there at the bottom if you want more <3
(This little snippet was the first thing I ever wrote for this fic and I think it works without context. I might come back later and post the two scenes that happen directly afterwards, but it's very hard to figure out what to share when a fic is so far from being ready. Please feel free to message me with advice if you've solved the problem of this balance.)
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Nicky hasn’t felt himself tremble like this in a long time. The last time his body shook this hard he was holding in the fury of arguing with Bishop Atle about Thomas Fucking Aquinas of all people. And that adrenaline rush hadn't come with this complicated rush of emotions.
Nicky’s hand is on Joe's mouth and some part of him distantly worries about the optics. The way that he as a priest is physically holding a Muslim man silent in a cathedral is at the heart of everything they've been arguing about. But the footsteps that were coming nearer have paused, and if he lets go of Joe now, he’s terrified someone is going to ask why they were standing so close, or why Nicolo di Genova was yelling in his place of worship at a guest.
And then they might see the way Joe is looking at him now - eyes gone from wide and shocked to dark and unreadable as he scans Nicky's face.
Some distant part of Nicky's logical mind is screaming at him, but he's disconnected. The only things he's aware of are the pounding of his heart and the feeling of Joe's warm chest rising and falling against his arms. If he stays like this, maybe he can figure out why he’s still shaking.
Somewhere below him is the soft sound of material rustling. Joe is shifting a bit, presumably getting more comfortable, and Nicky wants to press in more - follow the easy dance of their bodies. He wants to give Joe the same rush he's feeling - light him up like the live-wire Nicky’s become.
Instead, Joe gently pulls his head away from Nicky's hands, looking a little relieved when Nicky releases him without fussing.
"I'm sorry," Nicky says suddenly. The distance between them is giving him space to process how horrifying his actions have been.
"Whoever it was, they left," Joe says. Mother Mary, Joe's voice is rough and low and Nicky takes two large steps back to distance himself.
"I’m sorry," he says again, and Jesus Christ is that his voice?
Joe nods, opens his mouth and then closes it, and walks away. Still stuck in the hall, Nicky looks up at St. [Whocares] and forces himself to breathe.
#asks#beepbeepsan#mine#tppf#the old guard#fic#also lol i never realize how many dashes i use until people ask for snippets of my fics#everyone please thank raedear for how many dashes she gets me to delete before i publish a fic. shes the hero we need
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OC Incorrect Quote Tag
Not gonna lie, the long silence has been down to a horrible case of winter blues, so thank you @laurasimonsdaughter for giving me something to start kicking my brain into gear again.
@ambiguouspuzuma, if you want the tag game it's yours :)
I'm going to include some of my various RP characters in this because a) why the heck not and b) it's not like I haven't written ridiculous amounts of backplot and sidestory for them anyway. Heck, Harlequin has an entire novella...
Okay, let's start with SYJKR...where, because I'm a masochist and because Shakespearean identity comedy is fun, both main characters have the same name. I'm using the notation that my alpha readers have decided on to tell them apart.
m!Darcy: I hate to say ‘I told you so’— f!Darcy: No, you don’t. You would marry 'I told you so’ and have a baby with it and buy adjoining burial plots.
That is, by the point in the story that Darcy and Darcy finally meet, not a bad match for how they'll be interacting with each other.
Bronwyn: Darcy, what did you just do!? f!Darcy: I took your advice. I stopped running from the problem and I tackled it head on. Bronwyn: I meant try emotional honesty, not murder!!
Not sure Darcy would ever stoop to murder, but over-enthusiastically following Bronwyn's advice? Yep!
Jodie: I have feelings for you. m!Darcy: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?
*cackles* Yeah...he's a doofus, and I like him that way.
Then we move onto Monster of the Week:
Mel: Look, Colin, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and it's Monday.
No comment :D
Mel: You're ignoring all your problems. Colin: I know. Mel: You also know it's an unhealthy coping mechanism? Colin: I'm ignoring that fact as well. Mel:
Even bigger no comment :D
So RanVeer from the Mistborn campaign, they're a bit more sensible, right?
RanVeer: I hate how you're just born out of nowhere, and you're forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job. What if I wanted to be a duck? No one ever asked me if I want to be a duck!
Given what kandra are and what they do (shapeshifters and spy on people respectively), and given that RanVeer's list of animals they have been on the job has only been restricted by body mass...yeah.
Let's see...the surveyor and Gull the dryad?
Surveyor: Wake up! The sun is shining! Gull: What do you want me to do, photosynthesis?
Possibly funnier the other way around, but yes.
That's probably enough for now - if you want more writing though, please feel free to help by dropping a prompt or a request in the ask box :)
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yr tags: the moral police and especially the plot police on tumblr had me exhausted > yaaaaaaas like please just enjoy the show and if you don’t like it then drop it silently. no need to spam the dwy tags on why youre dropping it bc its annoying to read when all i wanna do is look at pretty scenes and read meta posts on the characters.
besides them being flawed are so realistic and nothing is ever linear so its interesting not being able to guess whats gonna happen next
Honestly Anon, even if we look past how wrong most of the assessments were in the light of what we know of the plot today, some people wake up and just don't choose kindness.
Like a while ago a show with my previous fave was airing and I just hated the thing to the point of dropping both show and fave simultaneously. Believe me when I say I was bitter. I was so bitter because I had lost my fave I can state I hate that show. I had invested a solid year and a half in him, and when I say invested, I say INVESTED. I went to my favorite show of him tag and cried, to his costar tag and cried. I moped and complained to my group chat and they 😒😒😒 at me a lot. But do you know what I didn't do? I didn't go to the show in question's tag and try and suck the life out of everything and ruin the fun for everyone else. I just unfollowed his tag and carried on with my life ignoring what didn't bring me joy. Couple of months later I am happy with my new (recycled) faves, having the time of my life watching this gem completely catered to me that is Destined With You.
Emotional vampires are a thing in social media, too much ego and too little empathy. Postmodern Mr. Darcys who don't care about how their 'truths' are going to impact the rest of the people or worse, narcs who hope they'll have the worst possible effect. It isn't that deep but a matter of taste so let's just be aware and ignore people and block and curate our experience and find our tribe because it's what we deserve.
Funny but in the end I always end up watching my favorite shows til date with a handful of the same people over and over (starting with @louche-laid-back-glory & @1dreality who can't get rid of me in real life) even if we are not mutuals or anything but I recognize the @ and those are my people. 'Oh you are here too?' I think. 'No wonder.' And I'm happy I don't leave social because a couple of (very loud) dissenting voices.
Now Wednesday can't come soon enough because even if DWY is a bit all over the place it has a hold on me and I can't stop thinking about it!
#let's be friends anon#tell me all your theories and let's scream together#and if u end up dropping it i won't get mad i swear
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because i met you,
—ep20.5: thank you really
warning: none?
word count: 0.54k
Bada and Mark were now at home along with Y/N. Bada had just been opening all the gifts she received while the two adults were watching the kid while having a chit-chat here and there.
"Bada baby, are you happy?" the male asked. The little one started jumping due to happiness and shouting "YES! YES! YES!"
The two adults laughed at the little girl with adoration in their eyes.
"She's so adorable" Y/N marvelled. "However did you make such a cute child?" she teased.
"Ha Ha Ha, very funny Y/N." Mark scoffed. Y/N replied, "I'm kidding."
A few moments went by, and Bada went up to the two adults talking. Mark seeing his baby girl, immediately picked up the child and placed him on his lap.
"Daddy, can I ask you a question?" She sputtered. "Of course baby, what is it?" he replied.
"Where's my mommy?" she questioned. The two adults had looked at each other with emotions of surprise and panic. Bada explained, with a bit of sadness on her face and voice. "My friends had their mommies with them, but I didn't."
"Well, you see baby, I— uh," Mark hesitated. "She had somewhere else to go— when you're older I promise to tell you more ok?"
"Can Baba be my mommy?" she requested. Mark and Y/N had shared a look again with surprise, Mark who embarrassed and Y/N who was amused.
"Baby you see, Baba and I aren't together yet. I mean- together, we aren't together." Mark panicked.
"Baba, will you be my mommy?" Bada asked, now climbing Y/N's lap. "Baby, I can be someone who's like a mom to you mhmm?" Y/N replied softly.
Bada cheered with yays and finally, Mark got up, grabbing his daughter, "Ok little one, time to get ready for bed! Y/N do you mind just giving us a moment?"
"No, of course, go do what you have to do" she replied.
After some time, the two also had gotten ready for bed.
"Hey Y/N, there's a guest room you can sleep in, are you going to sleep now?" Mark asked the other.
"Probably not, it's still pretty early for me." She replied.
"Alright, let me put Bada to sleep and I'll be right back out." He informed. Earning a nod from Y/N.
About 10 minutes passed, Mark came out seeing Y/N just on her phone on the couch.
"Hey, uh— sorry about the thing Bada asked," Mark said awkwardly.
"Don't worry about it, of course, she's gonna ask, it's normal," she responded.
"Yeah I mean, you're right. But thank by the way, for what you said to her earlier." The male marvelled.
"Don't even mention it, you know I love kids." Y/N chuckled.
"Do you mind if I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you don't want to." Mark queried. "Go for it," she replied.
"Why is it that you love kids so much?" Mark asked. Y/N was slightly taken aback but tried to hide it. "Uh— you don't have to answer if you're not comfortable," Mark reassured.
"Well uh— I don't tell a lot of people this but I actually had a child," Y/N revealed.
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⋆ pairing: mark lee x reader
⋆ summary: after the mother of his child left him for another guy, mark had developed trust issues which brought him to never want to fall for any girl again. everything was going well in mark’s life, just him, his beloved daughter, his best friends, and his success as an author. what happens if a girl unexpectedly comes, and already falls before even realizing it?
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Wearing THAT Part 2
Summary: Reader teases Dewey in a Poison Ivy costume. You finally get to fuck you best friend. Let him show you stars. Previous Masterlist
Tags: 17+ | Undressing, oral sex (female and male receiving), protected sex, light choking and spanking, and hair pulling
AN: damn I took way too long to post this but IT'S FINALLY HERE PLEASE ENJOY
“Big baby,” you hiss.
“What was that?” Dewey sat up on his haunches and his jeans burned as he straddled your bare thighs. You could honestly say you never once imagined this would happen in real life and you’re kinda nervous about the expectations not just for you but for him. Yet every move he makes brings you confidence– you’re both all in now, why not have fun? You were about to fuck your best friend afterall. Speaking of, Dewey brings your attention back to the present when you feel his warm hands slide around your wrists and pin you to the bed below. “What did you say?”
You can’t help but squirm and you feel the gush of new wetness seep out of you. Dominant Dewey was never something directed at you before now. “I called you a baby! What are you gonna do about it?”
He knows you’re egging him on and he’s content to let you. His grip becomes tighter on your wrists to the point of pain and he loosens his grip like a warning. “Maybe I’ll flip you over and spank you, that what you want, you little brat?”
Un-fucking-believeable. You hate being called a brat, fucking loathe the word, but it sounds like the sweetest threat coming from him (maybe because you know he doesn’t actually mean it). You want to say yes, but Dewey climbs off of you to disrobe. White button up whipped to the floor by the lamp, superman t-shirt lost to the carpet by the door. It’s when he starts to undo his belt that you involuntarily whimper.
He hears you and goes a little slower.
"This what you need," he says with certainty. "Fuck, you look good."
His grip on your ankle encourages you as you slowly but surely wriggle and roll from your back to your belly, never breaking eye contact but feeling your whole body tremble. Dewey must see it as he drops his belt to the wayside much to your disappointment. You want to correct him, tell him you're excited, not scared, but you shut your mouth. Maybe it's for the best, you decide, maybe next time.
You yelp and quickly cover your mouth when you feel Dewey's hand come down on your ass. Dewey watches your flesh jiggle with a smirk. You feel heat seer through your body and grab one of his pillows to bite down on. You wiggle your hips encouraging him to do more.
You feel his hands slide up the backs of your thighs and then his teeth give you a nip on your sore cheek. The wetness between your legs grows. Dewey's hand comes down on your other cheek and your eyes roll back into your head. He groans and you hear him finally drop his jeans onto the floor before you feel his warmth meld onto your back.
Dewey plants a tiny kiss behind your ear. "Ned's still awake. We have to be quiet," he whispers regrettably.
"So?" You try to roll your hips and feel what can only be his hardened member. "Patty's out, what's Ned gonna do?"
"Ned will come in here if we're not trying," Dewey replies, "he's done it before, trust me."
You smack your lips to let him know you're annoyed but you are also immediately distracted by Dewey's warmth as it soaks into you. He's like your own personal heating unit, a furnace in human form. You can hardly feel the chill that usually takes over the room and you bet if you stood outside in the true Chicagoan winter in his arms you might not feel a thing.
His tongue is even hotter as he runs it between your shoulder blades. You know he's right– there's no spanking your butt in a way that feels good and is light enough not to make a lot of sound. You two haven't even had sex yet and you're already thinking of next time.
He purrs in your ear, "I'll make it up to you right now."
Dewey nudges your legs apart to sit between them. You want to turn over and watch him but you're committed to this position and the thrill of not really knowing what comes next. He doesn't leave you wanting for long as his hand slides between your belly and the comforter and his hips roll against you, languidly brushing his cock between your moist folds.
Fuck. "Do that again…"
You're not the one in control here, and just to remind you of that, Dewey ignores you. You feel him pull away and his hands circle your hips up so he can slide a pillow underneath and prop you up higher. You spread your legs almost unconsciously and await eagerly for his next move.
"Fuck." His breath ghosts over your backside and it makes you even more of a mess than you already are. "I can't believe it took us so long…"
The feeling of his fingers digging into your cheeks is followed by the feeling of him pulling them, spreading them wider for better access to you. Your body trembles in anticipation and your eyes drift shut as you feel his dexterous tongue circle your entrance. Dewey's moan makes you clench and you have to bite down on the pillow you've kept to your chest to keep quiet.
Dewey's mouth is languid and exploratory as he lavishes your most intimate parts with some much needed and long awaited attention. Your eyes roll back twice when he dips down to lick your clit, then goes back to focusing on your hole. The tip of his nose is another maddening sensation constantly bumping into you unexpectedly. You're used to your partner's noses bumping your clit, not your other hole.
Just when you think you can't take anymore teasing, Dewey pushes two fingers into you down to the knuckle and you whine. They're fucking thick and you definitely saw that beast he's got swinging between his legs so you know this is merely preparation for what's to come next. It forces you to shiver and squeeze the intrusion much to Dewey's delight.
"Dewey…"
Dewey hums against you and your core tightens in response. The scratchy hair on his chin is driving you to the edge faster than you ever thought possible but you want to see him. You twist and contort until you can look and reach behind you. Instead of tangling your fingers in his hair, you pet him. His eyes open lazily, looking at you over the swell of your ass. His fingers and mouth never stop working your body with the same skill he puts into playing his guitar and you can't stop that wave of emotion from crashing over you.
Your fingers curl into his hair and you can barely feel the moan he releases into your pussy because you are completely star bound as you cum.
Your legs twitch as you fall limp to the surface of the bed. Your head is still in the clouds and you barely notice Dewey crawling up your body to lay half next to you half on top to just cuddle with you and let you come back to your feet. You're grateful for the brief respite as you catch your breath and come to.
"Holy fuck." Your voice is muffled by a pillow and it makes Dewey chuckle. You roll over, put a hand on his chest to push him back and resettle face to face, then rest your eyes. "Gimme like five minutes."
"That good huh?" His voice is positively dripping with smugness but you let him have it.
There's nothing like the feeling of his head on your shoulder and his fingers gently grazing the back of your thigh. Dewey's not in a rush to finish, this is your first time together and he wants it to be good– he needs it to be good. Because he likes you.
You catch your breath and sit up, forcing Dewey to roll off of you. He gets a good look at your front now that you've sat up and he drinks it all in, eyes never lingering in one place too long. That pride goes straight to your head and you lean over him mischievously.
"This ain't everything you got, is it Rockstar?," you tease, "gonna show me what else you got, right?"
Dewey's eyes quickly turn dark again and his hands slide up your thighs to your hips. One hand grips the back of your neck and pulls you down into a deep kiss, your nipples tingling as they brush the hair on his chest. You don't expect him to flip you over and can't stop the AAAAUUGH that escapes your mouth.
You land right under the headboard not three inches from the night stand. Dewey towers over you, hips keeping your legs apart but it's not enough so Dewey presses his palms down on the inside of your knees to open you up even more, as far as you'll go. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip and you're briefly worried he's going to eat you out again– you want his cock.
The bobbing, red thing that's been leaking precum since you sat in his lap at the party. He must have noticed your line of sight as his hips jut forward just a little bit, inviting you to touch him. You make him look at you as you reach for it, feeling the smooth velvet skin wrapped over an iron rod. It's imperfect in that good way. Curves a little to his left at the end and he keeps his bush trimmed. You give his cock a squeeze at the base with every stroke and watch his eyes roll back into his head.
Dewey swallows roughly and shakes his head as if staving off a fog. He flicks your hand from his cock and leans down to kiss you again. You allow his tongue entrance without hesitation and run your fingers through his hair, just basking in his attention despite the throbbing need in your core.
You definitely hear somebody open the door over Dewey's sweet moan, but it's forgotten as soon as the door closes and the grumble that follows is muffled on the other side. It sounded suspiciously like finally.
You hum and break the kiss to breathe, "want your cock in my mouth."
Dewey is already shaking his head but you're adamant. "Just for a second, please? It'll only be a second."
"You're bold in assuming I'm going to last a second on that wicked tongue of yours."
You chuckle, but you lean back anyway and lick your bottom lip expectantly. Dewey rolls his eyes playfully, but he can't hide that he wants to see– even if only for a second– just how far you can take him. And he is in for a surprise.
"This is such a bad idea," he says, crawling up your body. "Stupid idea. Terrible…"
When his hips are high on your shoulders you open your mouth wide, tongue out just to tease him. You are rewarded with a deep, deep groan. Dewey's already thinking about how he's never going to recover from this.
With his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he presses the leaking tip to your tongue.
Instantly you give him a firm lick and feel his whole body shiver. The frenulum of his cock slides along the tip of your tongue deeper into your awaiting mouth. You wrap your lips around it and suck. The noise it pulls out of Dewey makes your nipples ache.
"Fuck…"
You relax your throat and take more of him and half way down his shaft you feel the hair of his balls tickle your chin. The man has to grab the headboard to keep himself upright, eyes rolling back into his head as he tries not to cum then and there. Before you can do anything more, his hips pull back, hand pressed to your forehead and he slides out of your mouth with a wet pop.
"No more, no more," he begs. He looks delirious for half a moment before he gathers his wits and climbs off the bed. He digs around in his nightstand for condoms, flashing six foil packets and asking with far more sense than he has in the past few minutes, "what color?"
"Green."
Dewey tosses the others on the nightstand and rolls the green one on at your request. He mumbles something under his breath and you kick him in his pert little ass. "What was that?"
"I said you would pick green."
"Well I gotta remind you how good I look in it, don't I?"
Dewey returns to the bed, towering over you from between your legs and ratcheting them up higher, bending you almost in half to glower almost menacingly. "The next time I catch you wearing tights, I'm going to fuck you through them."
You hum and buck your hips in invitation. "promises, promises…"
He kisses you as he finally, finally slides inside of your wet, tight heat. He tries, tries, tries to take it slow but once he's got the head in, he snaps his hips the rest of the way home, needing to be engulfed in you now. Your pussy feels even better on his cock than his fingers and you felt fucking amazing on his fingers.
"Babe…"
You dig your fingers in his hair and pull hard. "Fuck me, Dewey. I want bruises."
Your command is his to obey. It's not long before his deep, testing thrusts become a brutal pounding, one where he has to grip the headboard with white knuckles and hold you down with the other hand on your stomach. You take it– all of it– with dirty moans and thrashing. He's hitting something deep inside you that nobody has ever hit before and it's fucking unravelling you at the seems.
"So good…" his mumbling voice finally rises enough that you can make sense of his words over the wet slap of skin on skin. You're both coated in sweat and drunk on each other's bodies. Your eyes drifted shut at some point trying to not get overwhelmed by the many sensations but they fly open when you feel fingers around your neck.
Dewey's looking down at you and you've never felt hotter. His hand squeezes– for nothing more than a single second– and he watches you, still pounding away at your pussy.
You lean your head back, a silent offering. The next breath you take is deep and you are given no choice but to hold it as Dewey finally finally clamps his hand around your throat like a vice. Your mouth opens subconsciously but you cannot gasp. No air goes in or out of your lungs, there is only a burn beginning in your chest and a dizziness in your head.
Your eyes roll back and you break the instant Dewey let's slip a very unconscious and in the moment "fucking love you."
Stars burst behind your widened eyes and a gush of wet seeps in from somewhere in your body and pushes Dewey's cock out. He let's your throat go and has to cover your mouth at the volume of your moan.
The man laughs at the spectical and pushes back inside your heat, fucking your through your second orgasm and delighting in being covered in way more liquid than either of you expected.
His pace changes, long deep strokes meant for him and his pleasure. How he can still fuck you at this pace will leave you wondering for months after this, but he does and he does it so well. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down flush against your skin.
The change in angle brushes your clit and causes tiny sparks in you and you tighten around Dewey with a purr. He meets your purr with a growl, burying his face in your chest and continuing to pump into you. He's close, you can feel it in the frantic change in his rhythm. Dewey keeps time like a fucking metronome but he's lost in the feeling of your skin, your smell, your embrace.
Your legs wrap around his hips and you run your tongue over his ear before you whisper, "I love you too, Dewey."
Dewey's entire body freezes. His cock throbs with the beat of his heart as he fills the green condom and presses his hips into yours as hard as he can. He can't breathe until his orgasm recedes, and by then you're coming again too just from the excitement of it all. He can barely hear the whimper he releases into the hollow of your throat as your pussy milks him for all he's worth.
You're both shaking for several minutes in the afterglow, holding each other and catching your collective breaths. You barely remember cleaning up and changing the sheets. You do remember sharing starry eyed glances and giggles with Dewey just before finally falling into bed and curling into each other.
"Ok," you say, "I know I said we don't have to label it but…"
Dewey drags his knuckles against your spine. "Yeah… if you had to pick a name… what would you call it?"
You hum and draw stars on his chest. "How about… for the rest of my life?"
Dewey smiles till his cheeks hurt. "I could get behind that."
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Morning comes with a flourish of sounds. Dewey's snoring, birds chirping, Patty knocking.
Oh god Patty's knocking…
You bury your face in Dewey's neck and groan. There's no way she remembers your promise… right? She's knocking a lot, maybe she's just mad with a huge hangover. "Dewey! Where's my girl? Dewey!"
"She's in here!" Your head shot up and you looked at Dewey with a face belying utter betrayal. Dewey simply looked at you with no remorse, like a cat who pushed your glass of wine from the table. "Ready to go for a run babe? You're good right? Do your legs work?"
"You motherfuck–"
But then Patty was opening the door with a confused face and you had to scramble to cover your nudity. "What? You're sleeping in the same bed now?"
"Uh…" you're at a loss for words between the two of them.
"Doesn't matter, get dressed! You can borrow my clothes or Dewey's, shower later! Let's go!"
As soon as Patty's gone from the door, you turn on Dewey. The man throws a hand up in defense but instead of catching your hands, you kiss him. You hold his heart in your hands and kiss him deep and long. When you finally pull back, he's breathless and ready for a second round.
And that's when you tell him, "when I get back, I'm gonna smash your guitar into tiny little pieces and stab you with them."
You left him alone to panic for the hour you were gone (he spent it hiding his equipment from you).
The End
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𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒-Part 1
Pairings: yandere mafia leader!baekhyun x reader
Genre: suggestive, smut in later chapters, angst probs, fluff here and there but its very lowkey
《teaser next》
Warnings: kidnapping, drug use, alcohol consumption, baeks kinda crazy, pet names, master kink, spanking (he literally spanks her once), choking (not in a kinky way), mentions of blood and murder
Word count: 4.9k
Tag list: @wooya1224 @geniusloey tell me if you want to be tagged!!
⚠️ this is purely fictional and not how I imagine baekhyun to actually act. If you feel like you're in a situation like this please run and report it. I do not support this behavior.
How long has it been? 3 or 5 days? Maybe even a week. You didnt know nor did you care. But why would you? You've gave up caring ever since your boyfriend, Sungho was murdered right in front of you, but you couldn't even see who the murderer was which drove you insane.
Tears and blood stained your pretty skin that night, so much agony and rage ran through your veins. All you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and scream until you passed out. But its been days since you've gotten a proper good night's sleep and it was eating you away ever so slowly. Everytime you closed your eyes, you remembered that dreadful day, Sungho's screams, the terror on his beautiful face, his lifeless bloody body. What did he do to deserve death? Why did it have to be him?
"Y/n! Y/n, its been four days please come out of your room!" It was the familiar voice of your mother and her knocking that brought you back to reality. She was almost begging, she hasn't seen you since you locked yourself away that night so you couldnt blame her for being worried, but you were fine. "I'm coming in."
She pushed your door open to see you cuddling your blanket with no emotion on your face. You looked at her with barely any care and rolled over, facing away from her.
She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, "You know y/n, we'll get to the bottom of this and have them put behind bars. It's gonna be ok-"
"No its not," you rasped from not using your voice in so long, "I dont even know what the murderer looked like, how can we put them behind bars!?" There was a small pause, she knew finding them wasnt likely which hurt you like hell, but she was still trying her best to comfort you.
"...At least come out of your room, everyone's worried." Your mother pleaded and though you really didnt want to move, you didnt want to upset or worry anyone any further so you got up.
With a smile, she did the same and led you downstairs to where you dad and sister were. They tensed when they saw you, but nonetheless smiled sadly, thanking the heavens you were okay.
"You look horrible..." your sister, Haeun, commented making you cringe. It wasnt like she was wrong, you spent four days not taking a shower and sitting in the same clothes so of course you looked bad, who wouldn't.
You excused yourself and went into the kitchen grabbing the first thing you saw, a bottle of vodka. Now it wasnt the best drink you could've had, but you decided to drink away your pain and suffering since you couldnt take the heart ache any longer.
"Shes doing it again." Your mother whispered but you heard her clear as day. "Shouldnt we stop her?"
"What for? She won't listen and she's traumatized. There's nothing much we could do right now." Your dad spoke with sadness watching as you took a quick swig from the substance.
Normally, you're not one to drink vodka but now it felt good, maybe too good. The more you drank it, the less pain you were in. It could last forever, you thought, but nothing lasts forever.
As you poured yourself another drink, you started wondering about Sungho again. If there were an afterlife, was he happy there? Would he be watching over you, making sure you were happy and healthy?If only it were that simple.
Though you and him were starting to drift off a bit, you still cared and loved him and now you're starting to take everything you guys went through for granted. Its what you get.
Standing up, you left the kitchen a bit dizzy from only drinking alcohol and having nothing else in your system and went back upstairs to take a shower. You decided after drinking, you wanted to go to the club you always go to. Normally, you didnt go on a Thursday, but you thought since you haven't been out in a while that it would be good to leave and breathe in the fresh air.
You took a fairly quick shower and your hair and makeup didnt take long either. Finally stopping to look at yourself in the mirror, your saw how pale and tired you were. Almost lifeless. You figured that once you finally have a good time, it would all go away and you'd be happy again.
"Where are you going?" You jumped at the voice of Haeun who appeared out of nowhere.
"To the club." You stated nonchalantly,
Haeun frowned, "Thats not a good idea, all you'll do is drink until you pass out. And there's always weirdos waiting for their turn with someone vulnerable like that."
A smile formed on your face trying to lighten up the mood a bit, "Ill be fine. I promise nothing bad will happen."
Haeun sighed, almost sounding like a bratty child who didn't get their way because she knew she wouldn't change your mind no matter how hard she tried. It sucked to have a stubborn sibling like yourself.
Sehun rolled his eyes at the sight of Baekhyuns scheduled flirting session. The girl was dressed in barely anything and he could tell she was probably Baekhyuns new toy for the night as he started getting handsy with her. But Sehun could see how Baekhyuns eyes weren't always looking at her. Instead, they sometimes searched passed the girl in hopes to find something else. He knew what, actually who he was searching for so he never asked or mentioned it.
He remembered you perfectly. Your calm and sleeping figure laying peacefully on your boyfriends chest. It was a shame he had to wake you up while he killed the man. And it was a shame to see such a pretty girl cry and scream with such fright in her eyes.
But Sehun didn't feel that bad, he did what he was supposed to do with only a little remorse.
"Sehun," Baekhyun called, the younger lifted his head waiting for him to continue, "Are you sure you didn't hurt my little toy the other day?"
Sehun scoffed, "If I did, I'd be dead by now, hyung."
The man chuckled sadistically , "She hasn't been here in a while," Baekhyun looked up from the girl and turned to Sehun, "Its only safe to ask."
"Hyung, I told you before that shes probably scared." Sehun face palmed when Baekhyun glared at him.
"A little red shouldnt effect someone that bad."
"I kil-" Sehun stopped what he was about to say, forgetting about the girl straddling Baekhyuns lap and cleared his throat, "Shes not used to stuff like that, Baek."
He didn't care about what Sehun said and ignored the youngests pointless blabbering, returning his attention back the girl only for a short amount of time until something caught his attention.
You walked in his club with confidence and beauty not giving any staring man the time of day and took your usual seat at the bar. After ordering your drink, you put your head in your arms and Baekhyun grinned.
Now was his chance, there's no way anyone will get in his way and there was no way he'd let this chance go.
"Stay here." Baekhyun said to Sehun, pushing the girl off him as he stood up. She almost pulled him back but he gave her such a terrifying death glare that made her stop.
"Theres no way youre actually gonna go talk to her...right?" Sehun questioned a bit shocked that Baekhyun was actually going to you after so long.
"Of course I am, I'll be back." With that, Baekhyun walked away from the two with only one thing on his mind: you.
He waltzed with a smirk of pure evil. What would he do? Only God knew, but he couldnt help himself when he saw your pretty face.
All eyes watched Baekhyun stop next to you, astonished that he went to talk to a girl and not the other way around, "Excuse me sweetheart," You popped your head up in the direction Baekhyun spoke, he took a seat next to you with an almost comforting smile when he saw your red cheeks, "But are you okay."
You wanted to spill everything that happened so bad because you needed to get it out, but you didnt know the man and neither did he know you so all you could do was nod, "Im fine."
Baekhyun knew behind your lying eyes was someone in pain and searching for a person to hold, but he couldnt do anything just yet and tried loosening you up to him so he could do what he wanted to do in the first place.
"C'mon sweetheart, you can tell me anything." He smiled that charismatic smile of his, "I'm easy to talk to."
It was believable for the most part and you laughed a bit, the first laugh you actually had since that tragic night, "You seem like a sweet talker," you smirked causing Baekhyun to chuckle, "Whats the catch?"
"There is no catch, I just wanted to know if youre okay. And besides, I could tell you've been crying." He pointed to your tear stained cheeks and you mentally cursed yourself for unintentionally crying just a few moments ago.
"Oh.."
"Dont worry," He chuckled, "Whatever it is im sure you'll get over it." Baekhyun almost failed to hide his sinful smug as you frowned and covered it quickly with a swig of your drink.
But something inside was eating you away about what happened, you needed to let out your emotions and you started caring less and less that he was a stranger. Then again, what if you scared him away? What will happen next?
"At least tell me your name first," You blushed and shyly looked over at him who had an expecting glint in his eyes, "Then maybe ill tell you why I'm so upset."
Baekhyun stretched his hand out in front of him and you gently shook it. Damn he had a strong grip, "My names Byun Baekhyun and you?" He asked as if he didnt know who you were.
"Y/n L/n." You beamed, wondering why his name was so familiar. "So uh- my story..." Fumbling with the drink in your hands, you sighed heavily, "Long story short, my boyfriend was...murdered in front of me." You mumbled the last bit, but you didnt need to repeat yourself as Baekhyun already knew every single detail of that night thanks to Sehun.
Placing a soft hand on your shoulder he whispered with fake sympathy, "I understand now why you're so upset," Liar, "I feel terrible," No he doesn't.
He wiped a stray tear that had slipped down your cheeks and sent you a solemn look.
"I-its in the past i guess." You muttered, "I can't change a thing about it."
Damn right you couldnt. Even if there were some form of time travel, Baekhyun wouldn't dare let you try and change the past because that would mean you weren't entirely his. But since there isn't anything like that, Baekhyun has nothing to worry about except figuring out how to bring you back with him.
"Would you like a glass of water, y/n?" Baekhyun asked quickly as a thought popped into his head. You nodded your head slowly and Baekhyun called over the bartender. You werent really paying attention to him ordering the water and just let your mind slip to the sound of the music and looked around the room, tapping your fingers to the beat, but you stopped when you felt a pair of sharp eyes watching you from somewhere. You looked here and there before stopping on a man that was a about a few inches taller than Baekhyun. He had a eerie grin on his face when you noticed him, then he winked.
Chills went down your spine and you spun yourself around in your chair facing forwards causing Baekhyun to raise an eyebrow but he didnt question it.
"Heres the water." He handed the drink over and you thanked him before taking a sip. It tasted a bit weird but not all water tasted the same, though it was slightly dry for water.
"So tell me about yourself, y/n." Baekhyun checked his watch, all he needed was fifteen minutes then you were all his. "You seem like an interesting person." He looked up and smiled.
"Well," You thought about what was possibly interesting enough to tell him, "Im in my second year of college!" A smile crossed your lips.
"Oh really? Where do you go?" Baekhyun did seem interested to know some parts of your life. Somehow, you caught his attention like that. Thats why Sehun was a surprised when he finally made his move with you.
"Seoul of Performing Arts." You beamed. It was the happiest moment in your life when you got accepted and all of your family members, extended and close, celebrated your acceptance, "My boyfriend, Sungho, went there too."
He just about rolled his eyes but replaced it with a nod and a fake warm smile. If you knew him better, you'd know that smile was only him clenching his jaw in anger.
"How cute." The glint in his eyes proved he was lying and maybe you were too stupid or innocent to notice when you took another sip of water.
He watched and wished his plan could go faster, he was excited to have fun with his pretty little toy and he couldnt wait any longer.
"What about you?" You raised a brow. There was still something in your gut that made you feel like you knew him. And you still wondered why. Was he someone famous in the city? Maybe you've heard your friends mention him here and there? What was it about him that was so familiar?
"You'll know soon enough kitten." You frowned at the pet name as he pat your head like you were a small child yet you chose to ignore it.
It was a bit outlandish and made you more skeptical to know who he was.
"Thats not very reassuring, Baekhyun." Your quirked.
"Why tell you when I can just show you?" He leaned in, mocking your now pouty lips and chuckled, "The drugs should be setting in by now."
You lifted your head up with wide eyes, "Wait what?" Did you hear him right? Did he say what you thought he said? "What do you mean drugs!?" You said with awestruck as your heart raced in fear. You hoped to god he was just joking
The man before you smirked that unpleasant smirk of his, almost like the guy you saw before and you started panicking more, knowing he wasn't kidding. You tried to get up and run but you felt so woozy in a matter of seconds. Not to mention the sudden pain in your stomach that made you want to throw up. What was Baekhyuns plan? Why did he do this!? You thought at least one thing could go right tonight and maybe you could have fun, but you were wrong. So so wrong.
Trying to leave the club building, you knew you wouldn't make it but you still wanted to attempt an escape. It didn't have to be like this. Each step made it harder to move and your eyes started drooping. It was too late for you.
Already collapsed on the ground, people gasped and stared at your almost lifeless body as Baekhyun tilted his head to the side, "She tried, ill give her that." He walked over and crouched down next to you, moving the hair out of your pale face, "But not hard enough."
In an instant, your body was thrown over the man's shoulder. No one commented on anything that happened in fear that they could be next. It was impossible to say that they felt bad either, they were just glad it didn't happen to themselves.
"Sehun," He called out to the younger male but Sehun was already ahead of him, "You drive." He tossed him the keys.
With a nod they both walked out, you on Baekyuns shoulder as he took you to the expensive car. Gently, he placed you down in backseat, putting your seatbelt on for you, and climbed in on the other side to sit next to you.
"All this just for a girl." Sehun shook his head but needless to say he still smirked, "Youre loosing yourself, hyung." The car sparked and drove off into the night, no cops came searching. They knew better. And neither was there news of your kidnapping, the city stayed quiet.
Sure once your parents realized you were gone they'd start freaking out, but would they dare mess with Baekhyun? Would anyone actually try to mess with him? The mafia could easily answer that with an optimistic no. Remember, Baekhyun had power. No one is going to stop him.
"How long will she be out for?" Sehun asked.
Baekhyun shrugged, "Like an hour or two." He was excited for your life with him now, he knew you were finally his after a year of watching you come and go in his club, plus the small stalking he did when he wanted to see you, and he could only smile. No one can get in between him and your love anymore. "Shes gonna love it when she gets home!"
Sehun chuckled at Baekhyuns almost child like enthusiam and started, "She seems a bit innocent," he paused, looking back at your passed out body in the mirror before returning back to the road, "Normally women don't look off into space when someone's buying them a drink."
"Maybe she's a bit slow, but she wouldn't be here with me if that didn't happen."
The candle flickered in the dark as you awoke on a strange bed. You're head was pounding a bit as you tried looking around at your unfamiliar surroundings. What happened? Was your first thought and you started questioning where you were too. You knew something wasn't right but you couldn't understand why.
You tried getting up only to be locked in place by restraints on your wrists. They were only silk but they were tied tight enough to keep you still. Tilting your head in confusion, you heard foot steps coming towards the door and stopping for a mere few seconds before the door handle twisted.
You anticipated what was going to happen, you didnt even know what was going on in the first place, but you remembered the man standing in front of you.
"B-Baekhyun..?"
"Hey, kitten." That sinister smile was plastered on his face. You were sure it held more meanings then just one.
"Where a-am i?"
He almost cooed at your curiosity but composed himself, "At my mansion, where you'll be staying from now on."
There was a moment where you had to think, interestingly enough what Baekhyun said didnt even frighten you in the slightest, but then again you were high off the drug.
"C-Can you u-untie my hands please?" Your voice was soft and quiet, Baekhyun noticed you werent fully aware of your surroundings and complied, untying the silk from your wrists.
Your eyes were a little dilated when you looked at him. He was gorgeous, you had to give him that, though you wanted to remember why something wasn't sitting right with him. "Baekhyun?"
He looked up with a hum.
"Who...are y-you to me?" You squinted your eyes at the man who sat on the bed next to you, drawing small shapes on your thigh in a sort of loving manner.
"Your boyfriend, y/n."
Boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?
"I have a boyfriend..?" You muttered and asked more to yourself than to him, but he snickered, knowing way more than you did.
"Kitten you drank too much, go back to sleep." He lied and pushed your shoulders down so you were flat against the mattress.
"I-i did?" You whined when Baekhyun kissed your cheek. He always wanted to kiss more than your cheek, he couldnt bring himself to do that unless you were fully conscious for him.
"Yes baby girl, so get some sleep."
You grumbled, "I-Im not t-tired."
Baekhyun sighed, "Then what would the pretty girl like to do?"
You perked up on the mattress and grinned, "Im hungry!"
"Youre hungry?" Baekhyun repeated with a smile at your small childlike energy and you nodded back, "I can ask someone to make you something if you'd like."
"Please!"
He stood up, waiting for you to do the same but since you weren't very awake, you stumbled a bit.
Baekhyun settled with carrying you to the mansions kitchen, awing at your cuteness the whole time. It was a bit of a walk but luckily you were light.
Sitting you down, Baekhyun walked off, finding someone to cook for you. In your state, you felt a bit lonely, only knowing Baekhyun and not your surroundings, it made you feel a bit lost. It shocked you too how you didnt remember Baekhyun being your boyfriend, you started question the relationship between the two of you more.
"Princess i got you your favorite dish!" He walked in with a plate of jjajangmyeon and set it down in front of you.
Your mouth was watering and you were ready to dig in before wondering, "H-How do you know m-my favorite dish?"
Baekhyun hesitated at the question before clearing his throat and spoke with a raised brow, "We're dating y/n, why wouldn't I know what you like?"
"Uh yeah..right...." you dug in, your mind was starting to clear up a bit, not enough for you to fully remember anything though. But the more you thought, the more consciousness you regained.
Baekhyun watched as you gobbled down the meal with full satisfaction. This wouldn't be the first time he's watched you and neither would it be the last. He liked knowing you were eating well and were healthy so he was proud.
"I-im done!"
"Good girl. Now wait for me to come back so we can go to bed, okay?" You nodded and sat patiently as he took your plate and waited for your boyfriend to come back.
A few moments later, Baekhyun still was no where to be seen and your mind was slowly coming back, "N-no...wait." mumbling to yourself, you figured it out in just mere seconds and remembered that your boyfriend was brutally murdered four days ago in front of you. After four days you went to the bar to drink away the anguish and met someone, that someone was Byun Baekhyun. After thirty or so minutes of talking to him, you were drugged when you werent paying attention and passed out minutes later. Now you were here at Baekhyuns mansion, lied to and kidnapped. "Oh fuck."
The chair scraped against the floor and you wasted no time running to your hopeful freedom.
But you weren't a lucky person. Oh no you weren't. You were tossed and pushed against the door you were about to open by someone much bigger. He was the same guy you saw at the bar and his smirk was nothing different. Cynical and frightening.
The man stepped closer to you before putting one hand next to your head and whispered, "Are you playing a cat and mouse game with hyung now? How cute." Standing tall, he grabbed you by the hair and dragged you back to where you came. You groaned and tried fighting back, but there was no use, he wasn't going to let go until after he practically threw you into Baekhyuns arms.
You were about to scream at Baekhyun and the no name man until Baekhyun covered your mouth with his hand, "Say something and you'll regret it." He growled into your ear as you shook and fought.
You hummed against him and tried biting his hand and punching his side, but he was like a man of steel and let it happen, only raising his brow like he wanted to hurt you, but didnt.
"Sehun, tell Chanyeol to lock all the doors for the next week or so 'til she learns how to behave."
The man nodded and ran off leaving you two alone. Fear was one way to describe it and the look Baekhyun gave you didnt help.
"Now kitten why would you go and do some shit like that? Are you asking to be punished?" He took his hand off your mouth to let you speak. Baekhyuns aura was much different than earlier. The nice guy was gone and you were left with a man who could kill you with just one look.
You stopped hitting him and screamed viciously, "Fuck you! You're fucking insane!"
"Now now princess," he pressed a hand to your throat, wrapping it tighter and tighter until you felt the oxygen leave your lungs, "It seems as if you're asking for a punishment."
"I-if you...s-so dare to-touch..any other p-part of my body, i-ill....kill you..." You whimpered, grabbing his wrist in attempts to pull him off but Baekhyun was relentless, keeping his grasp tight and painful.
"Stop struggling, you're only making this harder for yourself."
There were two options now, either listen to Baekhyun or fight until you passed out again.
"Princess." His voice held a warning tone and you hesitantly stopped and moments later he loosened his grip, you knew there would be marks by tomorrow, "We are going to bed now. Don't try to run, I have this place guarded up and if you do somehow make it out, be prepared because I will find you and beat your ass until you can't sit for a month. Understand?"
Your stomach did flips and not in a good way, you were scared, "Y-yes."
"Can you say 'yes master'?" His voice went higher as he said the last part to mimic yours.
You sighed, positive if you didnt comply then you'd be here all night, "Yes m-master..."
"Good girl." He kissed your cheek and you almost smacked him in disgust but tried not to act aggressive towards him. You wanted to leave, not be punished by whatever he had in mind. "Call me that from now on."
Baekhyun grabbed your hand and led you to the room you were just in, now that you took a good look, it was a pretty room. There was a red sofa against the wall and some other matching chairs plus a huge flat screen TV hanging on the wall facing the bed. You had to admit, he had good taste but he was still insane.
As you sat down on the bed, Baekhyun reached into his draw to pull out a t-shirt and handed it to you with a wide smile, but you raised a brow at the fabric.
"No pants?" You asked.
Baekhyun chuckled, "What for?"
"Because of creeps like you." You grumbled and snatched the shirt that dangled in front of your face before storming off into the connected bathroom. Inside, you could hear Baekhyuns annoying laugh and ignored it, changing into the surprisingly very oversized shirt that went down to your mid thigh.
Taking the clothes you wore earlier, you went back into the room where Baekhyun laid peacefully on the bed, waiting for you.
He only had his boxers on which made you groan in anger and decided to not lay on the bed and instead on the couch near it.
"Princess, what are you doing?" He perched himself on his elbows, watching you throw your clothes on the ground then take the folded blanket on the couch and wrap yourself with it as you laid down.
"Going to sleep, master." You stated coldly with a glare.
Baekhyun rolled his eyes, "Get over here." He said, voice low and laced with dominance but you remained still, closing your eyes and pretending as if you were asleep. "Y/n." He warned but there was no reply.
"Thats it." You heard him get up and march to where you laid. Baekhyun picked you up and you yelped at the sudden intrusion and were thrown over his shoulder.
Smacking his back got you nowhere as he threw you down on the bed, pinning both your hands down and hovered over you with a killing look, "Next time you don't listen, ill bend you over my knee."
"Youre all talk, no action." In an instant you were flipped over and a hand landed straight on your bare ass, leaving you shocked and mouth agape.
"Are you sure, kitten? Would you like me to spank you again?"
"N-no."
"No what?"
"N-no master.."
Baekhyun slowly let you go and laid beside you, still a bit irrated. "Now go to sleep."
You couldnt. Not with the lingering fear of what could happen next. Plus, not with his arm wrapped around your waist with a somewhat tight hold. You were just too scared to let your gaurd down. Why shouldn't you be scared though? What if he took advantage of your sleeping body and did something terrible.
There was no way you could get rest now. You could now count this as your fifth day without proper sleep.
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Explaining why I have added every song in my entire and very long Niragi playlist because I can and because over analyzing him is my passion (I usually update it from time to time but I'll do it with the current songs)
Completely self indulgent post, but I decided to share to feed my fellow Niragi stans (*˙︶˙*)☆*°
This is entirely based on my view of the songs and how I interpret them while thinking about Niragi. I'm aware that most of them have entirely different meanings, this is just for fun :) (Also sorry if my explanations don't make much sense, English is not my first language and I might make mistakes when trying to put my feelings and thoughts into words)
This may contain manga/s2 spoilers
Hayloft-Mother Mother: Vibes
Criminal-Britney Spears: The whole song describes him ("he is a sucker with a gun") and the fandom's obsession ("mama I'm in love with a criminal")
Daddy Issues-The Neighborhood: I feel like he would act like this, using the most vulnerable spots to pick on someone ("cry little girl, nobody does it like you do")
Psycho-Jin Dogg, OVER KILL: Vibes
Riot-Hollywood Undead: He'd definitely start a riot like he did in the 10 of hearts, burning and destroying anything that crosses his path
Bitches-Mindless Self Indulgence: He most likely thinks he's a total fuckboy and popular with girls since he can get almost anything he wants out of scarying people
Baby's on Fire-Die Antwoord: Vibes
Insane in the Brain-Cypress Hill: This man is being consumed by his own way of protecting himself
Wolf in Sheep's Clothing-Set It Off: Based on how he feels towards the people who hurt him in the past ("Listen, mark my words, one day, you will pay" "You've always been a huge piece of shit, if I could kill you, I would" "Karma is gonna come collect your debt")
Death no more-IC3PEAK: Vibes
Gasoline-I Prevail: Sort of similar to Riot, ("So burn it all down, burn it all down, I don't give a fuck")
Toxic-Britney Spears: The whole fandom knows how much of a piece of shit this dude can be, but we still find ourselves liking/enjoying his character (to an extent), a toxic addiction
Nice Guy-GRLwood: As much as I love this man, he'd use the "I'm a nice guy c'mon" card just to fuck. If he wants to, he'll get it, if he doesn't, he'll most likely get mad
Dernière danse-Indila: Vibes
TRRST-IC3PEAK: Mostly vibes, I kinda see this song as how he felt the first time he killed someone on purpose inside the borderlands ("mama they say I'm a terrorist, I did nothing wrong but I got on the blacklist")
Saint Bernard-Lincoln: Vibes
Nowhere To Run-Stegosaurus Rex: Being with him at the Beach would either be ignoring each other completely or a game of tag, no inbetween. If this man wants to kill you, he'll get his fun time out of it as well ("You're gonna die, I'm gonna kill you")
The House of Wolves-Bring Me The Horizon: Based on how he sees life after being consumed by his current mental state ("Show me a sign, show me a reason to give a solitary fuck about your god damn beliefs" "What you call faith, I call a sorry excuse")
Smells Blood-Kensuke Ushio: Vibes
SIU-Maretu: Similar to Daddy Issues, don't expect this man to be a therapist. If he sees anyone crying or panicking in or outside a game, he'd most likely tell them to suck it up, just like this song.
Judgement-Kensuke Ushio: Vibes
MONSTER ENERGY GUN!-KevinKempt: Vibes + He for sure has an energy drink addiction, specially pre-borderlands
HURT-1 800 PAIN: Vibes
Fear Is The Mind Killer-Zheani: Vibes
I Bet on Losing Dogs: Based on how I know Niragi is toxic, and most likely unsaveable of his deteriorating mental state, but I still have him as my biggest comfort character ("I bet on losing dogs, I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place")
Emo Boy-Ayesha Erotica: He's been in an emo phase (and maybe still is), the lyrics are pretty self explanatory, they describe us Niragi simps perfecrly ("come on fuck me emo boy")
Crybaby-Destroy Boys: Vibes
The Fox's Wedding-MASA Works DESIGEN: Vibes
You're a useless child-Kikuo: We don't know much about his past, but judging by the unstoppable bullying he's suffered, his parents didn't care about him, or were straight up absent. He's been insulted by pretty much everyone in his past to the point of believing it and telling those things to himself ("You're a useless child, the most useless child in this world" "Drool in snot, dandruff, shit and piss" "I'm a useless child" "Nobody will save me" "I'm a lonely kid")
Take A Slice-Glass Animals: Vibes
Fighting With The Melody-Jimmy Urine: Vibes
Comics-Caravan Palace: Vibes
Rhinestone Eyes-Gorillaz: Vibes
Butch 4 Butch-Rio Romero: Mostly vibes, sort of how I think the most "peacefull" moments in a relationship with him would feel like, kind of bittersweet feeling
Suki Suki Daisuki-Jun Togawa: Yandere Niragi. If he's interested in someone, he'd go through an obsessive phase, most likely forcing the other person to "love" him. This man is so confused about the feeling of love that he's unable to tell when he loves someone or when he's obsessed with them due to his lack of attention ("Like you, like you, I love you. Say you love me or I'll kill you")
:(-The Garden: Vibes
Kitty City-Cyriak Harris: Vibes
Blood-My Chemical Romance: If Niragi went to a therapist, he'd act like this song, with his signature cocky and sarcastic personality (at least before he gets better) ("I can't control myself because I don't know how" "They can fix me proper with a bit of luck" "I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love")
A Mask of My Own Face-Lemon Demon: He feels like he needs to protect himself or else he will get hurt inside the borderlands by others again. He uses another personality, a completely ruthless one, even if he doesn't like it and hates himself for it, he doesn't see another way to deal with his fear, allowing his "new self" to consume himself. ("I'd wear that mask of my own face" "I look into my eyeholes and what do I see? A handsome motherfucker motherfucking looking back at me")
I'm a Murderer-Freddie Dredd: Mostly vibes ("I'm a motherfucking murderer")
'Cause I'm a Liar-Mcki Robyns-P: He would lie just for fun even in serious situations. If he needs to manipulate someone to survive, he'll do it his way, after all, he doesn't care anymore, he just seeks for excitement. ("Without emotion, without devotion. It's much easier to fake something happy")
I Disagree-Poppy: I don't know exactly how to describe it, but I feel like this is how he sees and feels the world and those around him, feeling misunderstood and going his own way ("If only all of you could see the world I see, then maybe everyone could live in harmony")
Personal Jesus-Mindless Self Indulgence: He has a superiority complex, that's for sure. I don't think he sees himself as a god, but I see him joking about it
Rainbow Factory-GLAZE, WoodenToaster: Vibes
Frontier Psychiatrist-The Avalanches: I kinda see this as Aguni taking the role of Niragi's "father figure" inside the borderlands, realizing he's turning insane and is unable to control him ("That boy needs therapy")
Hate it. Hate it. "JIGAHIDAI!"-WADATAKEAKI Kurage P: Jealousy. I can see it either in a pre-borderland situation where he hates the popular students in school, or inside the borderlands hating both Chishiya and Arisu. Jealousy takes over him constructing a big ego, causing himself to develop his superiority complex ("You see, I hate that popular girl!" "Does she think I don't notice? How she looks at me as if I'm trash" "I want to be praised" "I'm different from you all, I have my own ego! I'm not a side character" "I have zero common sense. I'm special")
Villain-Stella Jang: He knows damn well he's a villain, that's his goal after all, but what if someone took his point of view? wouldn't the villains be all of those who hurted him in the first place? ("We all pretend to be the heroes on the good side, but what if we are the villains on the other")
Violent-carolesdaughter: This is how I view an argument inside a relationship with Niragi. He's used to violence, to cause fear, and getting what he wants, so being in a healthy relationship would require a lot of patience and strenght. While he's getting better and suppressing those violent actions, there will be times where he accidentally uses violence or threatens the other person unintentionally, mostly hurting himself and his partner psychologically. The lyrics change between both points of view ("Don't make me get violent, I want my ring back baby that's a diamond" "She knows I'm a wreck" "I gave you all my trust and I told you just don't break it")
Hey Bunny-Baby Bugs: Based on how I think it would feel to partner up with him inside the borderlands and catching feelings for him while knowing the huge mess he is ("Hey bunny, what's with those evil eyes?" "Hey bunny, what the hell is wrong with us?" "Hey bunny, what if I loose you too? If I become the monster, together we can always be blue")
Kokoronashi-majiko: I'm pretty sure Niragi isn't able to see himself as someone able to love, even if he doesn't want to be alone (just like when he confesses this feeling while fighting with Chishiya and Arisu). If someone truly loved him and was willing to not letting him go, it would hurt. He can't see himself as someone who can love or be loved, so he can't accept the love he's seeking for in case that turns him "weaker" making his true self confront with the protective mean personality he's created. He could learn how to accept it, so he might want the other person to stay in the end, but it wouldn't be easy for him to accept it ("It's awful, I'd rather you destroy my body, tear it to sheds, do as you please" "No matter how much I'm loved by you, my heart is just one" "I don't know this, don't leave me alone")
Nightmare Parade-FAKE TYPE.: Vibes
Slipping Through My Fingers-Meryl Streep, Amanda Seyfried: Niragi seeing himself loosing his young, gentle and caring personality due to his fear, being unable to control what's happening inside, nostalgia and sadness kicking in ("The feeling that I'm loosing her forever" "That funny little girl" "Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of time")
Kuroneko No Tango-Pink Martini, The Von Trapps: Vibes
YKWIM?-Yot Club: Him confroting his feelings of loneliness when he's left alone with his thoughts ("It feels like I care too much when I'm alone, oh no")
Romantic Lover-Eyedress: Just appreciating his physical appearance ("She's a killer, I love her features")
Wrecking Ball-Mother Mother: Based on how he sees himself as someone who needs to destroy everything in a way or another in order to be powerful + the fun he has with it ("Call me a reckless wrecking ball" "Let's break it just because we can")
Edge-Rezz: Vibes
Freaks-Surf Curse: Again, confronting feelings when loving someone, but not in such a painful as Kokoronashi ("I need a place to stay where I can cover up my face" "Don't cry, I'm just a freak")
Little Bit-Lykke Li: Vibes
6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro/Con)-Will Wood and the Tapeworms: Vibes
PHONKY TOWN-PlayaPhonk: Vibes
I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE-Måneskin: Freaky time. He would absolutely love this song, definitely his type of thing ("You could be the beauty and I could be the monster" "I wanna touch your body so fucking electric" "I wanna make you hungry, then I wanna feed you")
#BrooklynBloodPop!-SyKo: Vibes
A Cold Freezin' Night-The Books: Vibes
A Pearl-Mitski: My most favorite song to associate with Niragi. Represents his evolution as a character. Creating an scenario where he is loved by someone,he rejects it at first, acting tough ("I don't want your touch") and then proceeds to explain why ("It's just that I fell in love with a war, nobody told me it ended" "it left a pearl in my hand and I roll it around every night just to watch it glow") the war being the borderlands and his new personality, he loved it, but nobody drew a line and it's getting out of hand. The pearl is the feeling of power, the one he has to remember when feeling weak just to feel something. At the end of the song it changes to ("Sorry I can't take your touch"), realizing that he wants love, but he's not able to take it or else he'll become the Niragi from the past
Problematic-Bo Burnham: Him acknowledging his problematic actions but not wanting to apologize because he doesn't feel the need to. He knows he's done bad things but he is going to laugh at it and be a sarcastic mf about it
First Love/Late Spring-Mitski: Similar to Kokoronashi, he wouldn't be able to accept love and how it makes him feel. He would think that he prefers for everyone to hate him and be lonely instead of sacrificing his tougher side. Also talks about how he's grown way too quickly for him to understand feelings properly ("So please hurry leave me, I can't breathe, please don't say you love me" "One word from you and I would jump out of this ledge I'm on baby" "I was so young when I behaved 25, yet now I find I've grown into a tough child"
The Other Side Of Paradise-Glass Animals: Vibes
Bodybag-Chloe Moriondo: How I feel about liking his character, confronting feelings basically ("Don't know if I hate you or if I wanna date you" "I don't wanna like you, I just wanna tie you up, then keep you in a cage and watch you sleep for ages"
Get Into It (Yuh)-Doja Cat: Vibes
Psycho Killer-2005 Remaster- Talking Heads: Vibes
HOT DEMON B!TCHES NEAR U!!!-CORPSE, Night Lovell: Vibes
INFERNO-Sub Urban, Bella Poarch: Again, another song that describes him pretty well ("Baby I'm the reason why hell's so hot" "Terribly like terrible, she's a villain" "Think I'm getting butterflies but it's really something telling me to run away")
Bad Morning-Omori: Vibes
Trouble Brewing: Vibes
Dueles Tan Bien-Bruses: Another song about my confronting feelings with this man ("You know what? You taste better than alcohol to me. You know that and you've got control" "Because you hurt, and you hurt so good that I don't know what to do")
And that's it!! This took me the whole day to write but it makes me very happy to be able to share it :)
I've you've read the entire thing, hope you enjoyed the character analysis! ლ(◞‿◟ლ)
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Hi can I have a Romantic match-up with nsfw for your 1k celebration! If i'm too late then please feel free to delete this! BUT if i'm not then here we go I guess! I hope this isn't too long but I tried my best to give you as much info as possible! This is my first ever match-up btw! So hopefully I did this right
Fandom: Creepypasta
Age: 20
Zodiac: Leo sun, aries moon, Leo rising
Personality type: ENTP
Pronouns: She/her
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: So lets see here....i'm very sarcastic, stubborn, and just all in all a goofball like its just how I am. I think i'm hilarious...i'm probably not though lmao but I still tell really bad jokes and I have a very dark and dry sense of humor. But its hard to get close to me because I push people away very easily and i'm very emotionally detached, I suck at emotions, i'm very apathetic and overall if i'm upset about something i'll hide it or ignore it. I also have really don't care about what people think of me, in fact sometimes I kinda dislike people but that might just be me being salty. I'm also very silly though with friends, i'll do crazy crap and act like a complete child, that's just the type of friend I am....the feral gremlin. I can be serious though when I need to be and I can and will not hesitate to stick up for any i'm close to in fact I might go a bit overboard but i'm just protective over people I care for. I also push myself way too far and I'm very critical of myself so I am my own worst enemy, sometimes i'll ghost everyone for no reason and i'll feel terrible afterwards. speaking of feelings, I try to hide them the best I can so that causes anxiety and lots of anger issues, *Insert angry crying*....yeah I angry cry. I just need someone who I won't be afraid to just spill my feelings to.
Looks: i'm 5'5, very petite, and I don't weigh a lot, but don't get me wrong i'm very fit too I usually work out everyday if I can. I have thick dark brown hair that goes down to my mid back and brown eyes. I also have freckles and a very not so curvy body aside from my hips. For my style.....honestly I don't have a style really, i'll wear whatever but I have a Adidas jacket and a pair of nice combat boots that I wear a lot, but I love flannels especially if they are big and soft, same thing goes for sweatshirts. I also will just wear sports bras around my house when I don't feel like wearing clothes. Also my hair is really messy most of the time because I run my fingers through it a LOT....its a stress thing idk?
Extra stuff: Its hard to scare me like really hard to, mainly because I love horror movies and i've watched so many that at this point i've seen everything for the most part. I also have sleeping issues, sometimes I can sleep and other times I can't so I may or may not have eye bags and I take a lot of naps (When I can sleep that is), I'm super clumsy like I trip over things at least five times a day.....I actually almost just tripped over a shoe a minute ago but we aren't gonna talk about that, also i'm really loud sometimes because I grew up with a really loud family so I'll talk too loud sometimes and I won't realize it, people say I have country accent although I don't notice it but other people do so? I like rock and roll so basically anything under that genre i'll listen to, and lastly I love thunderstorms because thunder....so nice.
Nsfw: So i'll try to give you as much info as possible for this part. I'm a Sub although I can dom if I really want to. My kinks are Marking, edging, overstimulation, and I have a major size kink like anybody who looks larger and intimidating....sign me up. I also don't know if this counts as a kink but I have a major thing for tattoos and piercings. Also petnames......Doll, Sweetheart, baby those are all very nice. you could literally throw me around and manhandle me, I'm completely fine with that. Also hate sex is good too.....I won't ever say no to that lmao
Your matchup is... Eyeless Jack!
[Disclaimer: If you’re coming from the tags, my matchups are closed as of November 22nd, midnight USA central time. Do NOT send me a matchup, I’ll have to politely turn you down </3]
NSFW below
In General
Everything about you screams EJ but it was the kinks that really did it.
Things He Likes About You
Alright, so, I think he really likes your sarcastic and stubborn nature. EJ doesn't really favor pushovers? Your humor appeals to him in a very amusing way. He likes that you don't really care about what other people think of you because he's pretty much the exact same way. Physically speaking, he likes that you're smaller than him. I write him as like a 7' tall demon so like, hey-, but your hair is gorgeous in his opinion. Likes that you're fit and that you work out because ohoh does he really like that. Hips are really nice too, which is something he aesthetically appreciates from you. He's not too picky on his style either but absolutely loves whatever you wear as long as you're comfortable. I can see him giving you his sweaters that just ENGULF you.
You Two as a Couple & NSFW
You're like one of the only people that can make him laugh and that's all I'm going to say. He has a super dark sense of humor as well. EJ is just as prickly when it comes to actually getting close to him and the like, but I think he would warm up to you pretty fast and vice versa. I feel the two of you would click. He's prone to masking his emotions too, mostly because he views them as a sign of weakness. He's kinda into your feral gremlin nature because well, he likes the opposites thing you two seem to have going on. He doesn't always vibe with people who are EXACTLY like him, so having someone go off the walls chaotic makes him pretty happy if he's being honest. He can be sweet though. If you're being too harsh on yourself for whatever reason, he'll get down to it and make you feel better in his own bizarre, kinda blunt way. EJ cares, he's just like, kinda curt about it. He understands anger issues, but he's been alive for goodness knows how long so he's managed to work through it to some capacity. He'll help you come down from your anger issues as well. I don't think he'd scare you or anything?? He worried about your sleep schedule because well, he is somewhat of a medical professional he's going to worry. He also really likes thunderstorms, they make him feel at peace.
He's a dom. Like, you cannot get EJ to sub. Not the way I write him. He is a territorial mess, will absolutely mark you. His kisses are bruising and his teeth are sharp. Edging and overstimulation?? Oh absolutely. EJ has a knotted dick, so like, big overstimulation right there. He's also a huge demon, 7' and will absolutely tower over you. He's BIG in every sense. Also, I do write him with piercings!! Gauges, snakebites, and I think he has a prince albert accompanied with a jacob's ladder. Look, it's fun. Don't think he has any tattoos yet. He'll call you a lot of pet names, mostly baby an sweetheart sometimes said in a teasing or a condescending tone. Hate sex and jealous sex?? Big thing with him. He's animalistic in every sense.
Closing Thoughts/Other Things
Hi love bug, here's your matchup! I'm honestly surprised I didn't write more EJ so it was nice to finally throw him in here. Hope you enjoyed <3
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Song: About the Boy by Little Mix
Summary: Wherein a red head manages you to act like a fool in love
Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x fem! reader
Warning/Genre: CRACKTIVITIY AND FLUFF
Word count: 5.4k
Quirk: Enchantment / Magic
Abilities : Flight, can cast spells, your emotions help you increase the amount of energy you blast, when you use your quirk your eye color changes to your favorite color (Y/F/C)
Symbols: Bold+Italic = lyrics , Italic= memories/text/thoughts
A/N: PLEASE this song is a bop and it just goes so well so pls listen to it!!❤️
You were just walking, a coffee in your hand with earbuds in blocking out the noise of the streets. You were on your way to your dream school, UA, while mindlessly scrolling through your phone thinking that you could reach your school earlier than you expected. You were nervous to say the least to meet the people that literally brought down the bots like it was nothing. Even if you aced the test, it was still intimidating to be in the same room with such powerful people. Do they even recognize me? Fuck I can't hold a conversation on my own. You thought. You took in a sip of your coffee in hopes that it can calm down your nerves.
Yet the universe regards your wishes when a body hard as a rock came in contact with yours. With one hand holding on to your hair and the other on your waist protecting your fall as you screamed in surprise when you both land on the street with a thud. The hardness of what you felt softens when you see bright red hair in your vision. The stranger- actually very handsome stranger that was on top of you looks at you with red wide eyes.
Did I die and heaven gifted me my dream boyfriend?
"Miss? Miss? Oh my god- I'm sorry for being in this position- I mean- Some guys weren't looking and their car was heading your way and you couldn't hear me so I had to save you- Are you okay?" He says panting, you take in the view in front of you as he helps you stand up brushing off the dust in your clothes, you silently thanked yourself for not dressing into your uniform knowing you can change into it with a spell. You were holding his hand. At the sight of it you immediately blush, ignoring the giddy feeling in your chest.
Man is he cute. You thought.
"Can you hear me?" You nod but you were loosing your cool when your shirt was drenched in coffee. You also frowned at the sight of your now broken earphones laid out on the street. You thanked the heavens that you had iced coffee. His eyes turn to your outfit, biting his lip in regret wishing he could've pushed away the coffee before ruining your outfit.
"I'm so sorry about your shirt! I can buy you another one-"
"T-thank you." You managed to say while he gives you a shy smile with a hand to his neck.
"It's nothing! Heroes should always save people shouldn't they?" You smile at his words.
He actually saved me.
You couldn't help but compare the events to some fairytale when a dashing young man saves you-that part alone was true but your imagination stops when you check the time on your phone.
"H-holy shit I'm gonna be late! I'm so sorry, I have to go! Thank you!" Your eyes glowed as you flew, not looking back to the red heads reaction to your sudden action. To say he was surprised was an understatement. You, in mid air, recites a spell to teleport your way into school. You landed in front of the gates of UA as you quickly utter a spell to freshen your appearance as you enter. When you arrive at front of the classroom, your hand couldn't reach the knob with how it was shaking yet you took a deep breath opening it to see people chattering away.
You decided to take a seat at the left row when a sudden red head comes running in the room.
"Hey! I'm so sorry I'm a bit late something came up and-" his eyes lock with yours and you teleport in front of him and he jumps a bit when you appear, the class looking at you two curiously. They were taken aback by your quirk.
"It's you."
From then on you swore on your life to avoid the red head but seeing his warm smile, his kind eyes, his charm, how can you do such a thing? As far as the class knows, you are by far the most powerful one knowing you can do anything just by a spell, basically everything you wished for can be handed to you in a silver platter. However, how can one Kirishima Eijiro make you weak to your knees? Was it his physique? His personality? His kindness? You couldn't pick your poison on what exactly drawn you the red eyed teen.
Something about the boy
Trying to find a logical reason on what makes this man so interesting to you was the most troublesome thing to do. Why is that when he talks to you every function in your body stops? Whenever you open your mouth you tend to loose track of what you wanted to say and end up mix matching your words.
It's the verse in my head
The words that make me stutter
Ever since you met him, it was like his presence took away your ability to speak. Nothing has ever drawn you to such a being before but acting weak in front of him wasn't something you wanted to do. You're basically a witch, seeing you fly the first time you met him he already knew he was curious about you too. You were already outstanding in his eyes, what else can you possibly do? Shapeshift? Make him fly? All you can do was try to avoid him like the plague so your heart can contain itself from letting him have it yet even with a smile on his charming face, it already makes your surroundings filled with such vibrant colors.
The change from gray to color
You often use your flight to catch up with him sometimes, knowing he was always intrigued with how easy it was for you to float around like that. Sometimes you use your quirk whenever he drops something, that's when you raise a finger while the fallen objects simply follow your finger as you placed them back on his hands. No matter how much you used your magic in front of him it never fails to make him stare in fascination.
Even his little buddies were interested in you, Mina always making you do tricks in the air while Kaminari begs you to lay a spell on Bakugo. Which of course you granted Minas request instead of Kaminaris knowing how powerful and pissed off Bakugo can be, it can possibly lead to your grave. But of course, whenever Kirishima had a favor you were bound to do it in a heartbeat. He once requested to teleport with you finding it so convenient and absolutely captivating how you can just pop up in different places.
"Do you trust me?" You asks helding out a hand in front of him, he nods happily while you utter a spell setting you're destination to be outside of UA. His hand tightens around yours and you smile while you zap out of the classroom seeing flashes of light before landing just in front of the gates of UA with a swoop sound. Kirishima raises his fists to the air with adrenaline filling his body.
"That was so cool, Y/N! Man, your quirk is literally something else. How can you do that so easily?-" His next words became a blur to you when you just stand there admiring him. With a smile to your face, you just nod at his words not even bothering to listen. You were sure he was rambling on and on about your abilities and once again your heart speeds up taking in his compliments.
A guaranteed bet
Oh, I found my lucky number
Even when you found yourself bruised and exhausted, the worried red head would always check up on you after training. At times when you felt like you weren't giving your best at your battles, he would manage to change your perspective on yourself making you push your limit. Which causes you to overuse your power making you unconscious in the middle of the fight while Kirishima and the others crowd around you, bringing your drained body to Recovery Girl. He would be right there along with Kaminari once you've regained strength.
The feeling that you get
Can't help but make me wonder
You will do the exact same thing to him. Bakugo will test out his powermoves on Kirishima and Kirishima will take it like the man he is but Bakugo ends up overworking the boy leaving burns on his skin. Watching him fight was something so intriguing to you. He knows he isn't good with long distance fights yet you offer him with your kind words edging him to do better. You would wrap bandages on his arm whenever they were ugly with scratches and burns or cast a spell to supply with him food and beverages when he missed lunch.
No need to try
He's just right
Oblivious to your actions, you continued to show how much you care for your little angel, earning teases from Bakugo and Sero yet you disregarded their comments and kept casting spells just to see his winning smile fall upon his face and that alone completes your day. You've gone to malls together, Kaminari, Mina, Sero, and Bakugo tagging along. Even if you intended to be with him only.
"Hey Kiri?" You asked tapping his shoulder gently while you flew above him leaning downwards to reach his shoulder. He turns around with a smile in his eyes when he sees you above him, you were in a sweater and leggings so whenever you flew above anyone, no one could dare to land their eyes under your shirt or your skirt, which everyone respectfully turns away -but Mineta? He was obviously the reason why you were conscious on your outfits.
"Hey Y/N! What's up?" He asks while you circle around him before you floated just in front of him with your cheeks pink from gaining the courage to ask him out.
"I was wondering if we can hang out at the mall if you're um available or if you want to- it's okay if you say no though-" he cuts you off with a chuckle before you landed on your feet, lowering your head thinking it was the best way to hide your flustered state.
"I'd love to Y/N! I'm down for anything plus I think there's a new movie out so I'm excited to watch it with you guys!" He says excitedly and you sighed thankful that he didn't reject you but you tensed up when you felt an arm wrapped around your shoulder. You turned your head to see a smirking Kaminari with his eyes on you as you rolled your eyes while he pulls you closer.
"A NEW MOVIE? I'M DOWN! What about you guys?" Suddenly Mina and Sero pop up behind Kirishima as you nudge Kaminari with you elbow, glaring at him while he laughs at you.
"Ooh we're going to the mall? I'm coming with~" Mina says clapping her hands while Sero chuckles beside her saying he wanted to come as well.
"Bakugo?" You only hear a grunt from him then you lower your head while Kaminari laughs at you. You raised your head shooting daggers his way and his eyes widened making him remove his arm around your shoulder before hiding behind Kirishima, scared you were gonna lay a death spell on him.
Nonetheless, you enjoyed their company even if it didn't go as well as you planned. When you were caught staring at Kirishima, Bakugo rolls his eyes before grabbing you to the corner pulling you away from the rest.
"Oi, look at me." He says and you look up at him, thrills running down your spine knowing you were never this close to Bakugo before. Soon, you were questioning how you were even alive at this point.
"W-what is it Bakugo?" You asked shakily yet he smirks at you.
"You got the heart eyes for shitty hair, dumbass?" Your eyes widen before you look away and he teasingly chuckles at your dismay.
"Ah, shitty hair huh? You might wanna lessen that stare of yours. Everyone knows you shit head." You cover your face in your hands and Bakugo chuckles again at your state. You stare at him- well it came more as a glare when you tried to appear stronger to the explosive boy.
"D-do they? Look, as much as I like him, I really couldn't care less if he doesn't notice."
He's got that something
I can't let nobody tell me no
"You wanna mutter a love spell on him, cupid?" Bakugo teases laughing at you. Your eyes glowed before making him turn to you with his eyes rolling. He covers your mouth before you can even cast a spell on him. His smirk resurfaces on his face.
"So you're willing to die so you can cast a spell on me huh extra?" You roll your eyes at him before removing his hand on your mouth.
"I'm not making him fall in love with me, stupid. I can't and I won't. Its against the use of my quirk."
Even if you were able to cast spells, you weren't allowed to cast a spell to make someone fall in love with you or for someone to die upon your spell not because of some forbidden chant, but it was because you couldn't handle the pressure and power of it. Casting death upon someone was not something to take ever so lightly. You were well taught enough to know the spells needed for death but your emotions and morals won't allow you. The amount of energy for you to even obtain to cast a spell that strong will certainly make you pass out not to mention to enormous guilt that will weigh on your shoulders once you do so.
"Y/N?" A voice appears beside you and Bakugo. You both turn around to see Kirishima with curious eyes. The sight in front of him suddenly marking a memory in his mind seeing you so close to Bakugo, especially when Bakugo had a prominent smirk on his face while he was staring at you. He only broke the conversation when he felt a tug on his heart seeing you two.
Bakugo leaves you two alone with yet another smirk tugging on his lips.
"No wonder that dumbass likes her." He mutters under his breath.
You believed that even without a love spell, there was no way you weren't going to succeed. Even if you had to cast a dozen spells just to make him smile, just to see his eyes lit up whenever you show him magic, just to see him be happy because of you, it was all worth it. But how far can your patience reach when he's gone busy with internships?
You knew that him, Midoriya, and the others were quite busy because of their internship and the more days pass by you, the less you see Kirishima. You were stuck in class paying attention to whoever was up front, or just fighting with Kaminari to test out some new spells you learned. Sometimes, you would choose to hang out with Bakugo and Sero just to avoid your thoughts whenever you worried about him.
Yet on the other side of the field, he misses you as well.
He misses to be able to feel your presence around him, he misses to see how powerful you were, he misses your little gestures or gifts that you bring to him. Though, in the back of his mind, he can't help but think of you and Bakugo. Seeing you two so close at the mall, made him feel small all of a sudden. What were they talking about? Why was he smirking like that? Are they secretly dating? His mind was filled with questions but then again he thinks that Bakugo wasn't a dating person. He was conflicted if he should just ask you directly or just observe on the sidelines.
Bakugos words were ringing in your head about a love spell. You've never casted a love spell. Yet alone even find a spell to do it since you feel guilty meddling with a person's emotion towards someone. Now that Kirishima had his hands busy, there's no harm done if the person you badly wanted to cast it upon wasn't here. You just wanted to try since a love spell was much easier to conjure than a death spell. All you had to was utter the designed chant but you were questioning if it even works without the potions or herbs. You were indeed a powerul being so you did skip ahead on the steps.
Having a heavy book on your hand was laid out in your bed just switching back and forth between pages. Your fingers drag across the surface of the paper reading the chant in your head. You sighed, this isn't gonna work. This chant is literally older than All Might. You thought. As your fingers brush against the rough surface, your eyes landed on a love spell that required no potion or exchange. It was said to be a spell that enhances the attraction but some pages were torn off making the sentences confusing, yet the chant was still there.
Meanwhile, an excited yet nervous boy was on his way to your room. Kirishima finally had the time to be with you and he was more than anxious to face you knowing the tightening in his chest was making his mind race at the thought of finally seeing you. Though the thought of seeing you with Bakugo, had the poor boy rethinking his actions.
The chant only had one requirement, and that was nothing more than your emotions. If your emotions portray what you desire, the chant was sure to work on whoever your target was. You felt that without Kirishima around your emotions weren't as deep than you thought, putting you at ease. You sigh as you brace yourself for a chant, taking in a deep breath. Your hands placed on top of the spell with your eyes glowing before closing them as an aura surrounded you.
"Fall upon me and obey with bliss, as he whose heart shall belong to me, with the name that lie on my lips, to love and intertwine his heart to me, you are mine to be-"
"Y/N?"
"KIRISHIMA?!" Your eyes widen as great winds surround the two of you before the once crimson red eyes of the teen stood in front of you glowed pink as the wind surrounds him. It happened so rapidly that you were off your feet flying towards the teen that lay unconscious on your room, shaking him with worry.
"Kirishima?! Hey, hey wake up!" You shout shaking him up and Bakugo walks by your room to see his unconscious friend flat out on the floor. His vermillion eyes widen as he takes Kirishima.
"OI SHIT HEAD WHAT'D YOU DO?" Bakugo shouts and you shake your head as the blonde helps Kirishima stand up, his arm on Kirishimas shoulder being a wall for him to lean on.
"I d-don't know! Come with me." You grabbed Bakugos shoulder as you utter a spell teleporting you to Recovery Girl. Bakugo was surprised at how fast you landed but he only laid down Kirishima before grabbing your arm harshly pulling you outside her room.
"Mind telling me why the shit head is passed out on your room?" You fidget with your fingers, your heart racing. Did it work? It was an accident! Why didn't I lock my fucking door? Why was he here anyway? Your mind hurting from the power that you released, and it was most definitely hurting because of the worry.
"Fuck Bakugo I don't even know! I was just practicing a s-spell okay! And Kirishima just came in okay and the spell was directed to him-" You were cut off when Bakugo when raised you by grabbing you by the collar of your shirt, making you float so you don't loose balance at how he easily lifted you off your ground before you flew.
"It's the love spell isn't it?" You gulped as he stares at you, bringing your face closer to his before you give him a silent nod lowering your head, then your feet reaches the surface now that he sets you down.
"Ain't that desperate huh extra?" He smirks but you punch his chest, catching him off guard.
"Oi shit head what'd you-"
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT OKAY! I'm not fucking desperate for Kirishima to acknowledge me or like me back, Katsuki. He just came in my room, I didn't even know he was coming back!" You shout back but he only shake his head.
"Dumbass you don't need a fucking spell-"
"Y/N? He's looking for you." Recovery Girl comes behind you two and you jump at her voice.
"I- thank you ma'am." She nods at you but before you can open the door Bakugo stops you midway.
"Oi, don't you think that stupid spell of yours have a shitty side effect? Who knows what shitty hair will act like." He scoffs and you sigh, running your hand to your hair.
"So what? I can't talk to him?" He flicks your forehead with his fingers and you hit his shoulder while he smirks.
"Ah it's a love spell isn't it? Isn't he gonna act all clingy and shit?" You shrug your shoulders and Bakugo grabs your head shaking it lightly while you slap his hand away.
"And they say that you're the smart one." You roll your eyes at his comment before opening the door nonetheless. You were face to face with a sat up Kirishima with a hand to his head.
"K-kirishima?" Bakugo almost wanted to laugh at your stutter but you nudge him with your elbow earning an annoyed groan from the blonde.
"How are you feeling shit head?" Bakugo asks and Kirishima just eyes you two but once his eyes leave the blonde, Kirishimas eyes linger on you more.
"I don't know what happened, my head just really hurts but Recovery Girl says nothings broken so I'm fine! What's got you guys so worried?" He asks with curious eyes and you both shake your head.
"I'm just glad you're doing okay, Kiri. Are you sure you're not feeling anything weird?" You ask, your heart pounding. Kirishima shakes his head and looks at you.
"Nah, I feel okay! I guess I was just exhausted and passed out. I'm fine, Y/N, I swear. What about you? I haven't seen you in days." He gives out a small chuckle and you sigh in relief.
It didn't work, you and Bakugo thought.
"I'm fine, Kirishima." You smile at him and returns the gesture back at you, yet the guilt was now weighing over your shoulders knowing you casted a spell on him. Kirishima took notice of you had your head hung low and you were playing with the ends of your skirt. His hand reaches your hair, gently caressing your hair and while your wide eyes and flustered cheeks were hidden from him, it was no denying that you were shaking.
I've got it bad. Kirishima thought.
You look up at him while his hands were still caressing your hair. You were searching for traces of the spell on his eyes but you found nothing but the glimmer in his eyes when he stares back at you.
"I'm glad I get to hang out with you again, Y/N." He says and you just simply wanted to faint at his kind words and you hear a very displeased scoff behind you.
You and Bakugo just observe Kirishima for the rest of the week. You two would sometimes discuss if you accidentally conjured it onto someone else that was named Kirishima but you think otherwise. You even asked your parents but they said love spells were always a hit or miss. You even thought about asking help from Midoriya, which you knew he would accept, but this issue was between you three. Kirishima was just being his usual self, nothings changed. Everything was the same as before but for Kirishima, his feelings were weighing down his heart. The more he saw you and Bakugo have your little conversations in a corner, he already knew his chances were slim to none but he still wanted to be with you with every chance he gets. Thankfully, Kaminari delivered the news that you two weren't dating when he saw Bakugo hit you in the head.
I won't stop until the girl is mine. Kirishima selfishly thought. Finally realizing he wasn't gonna waste his time anymore. He knew it was selfish, but were your little gifts and tricks to him could mean you liked him too?
Months of being with you, admiring you from afar, denying the feeling in his heart whenever you flew around him grabbing his attention, the care you give him when he's injured, it was all to overwhelming to finally come to a decision that he is in fact, in love. Maybe the spell didn't work and he's come to the light or perhaps the spell actually worked and it increased his attraction towards to you. But the way his breathing came to a halt whenever you were in the air fighting against his classmates, or whenever he feels this warm feeling in his heart whenever you laugh or check up on him, he knew he felt something else.
For you and Bakugo, he was just being his usual hero self. Helping you here and there and following you wherever you went making excuses just to be around you. It looks as if the roles were reversed now. You were once the love sick puppy following him around but now your cautious and almost distant still afraid of the spell. Now it was Kirishima that was falling under your spell. Volunteering to help you with training or even carrying your things. Bakugo took notice of his actions but didn't pay any attention to it knowing Kirishima already told him his little crush for the magical girl.
Got me running around like I'm a lovefool
Taking me down I can't stop
But the guilt was unbearable on your side.
You knew even if the chant was a fail, you still directed it to him. Who knew what side effects could have been given to him? What if you never revert the spell? Is his soul tied to yours? While the guilt was eating you away, you're fingers hover over his contact texting him finding no more excuses to hide what you've done.
hey kiri! do you think you could meet up with me at the mall?
In which he responded to rather quickly.
heyy! yea sure be right there in 15 mins!
He got me feeling like a girl gone mad. You thought while you patiently waited for the boy. Meanwhile, Kirishima had his feet on the ground ready to be with you but his nerves quickly shut down wondering what's gotten you to meet up with him so sudden. When you spot his figure, you signal him a wave and he sits next to you with a warm smile.
"Hey Y/N! You good?" You bit your lip, anxious to tell him the issue you've had for weeks. He frowns at your state and takes a step forward landing his hand on your shoulder, giving you sympathetic smile.
"You can tell me anything, Y/N. It's just me." He says the concern in his voice evident. You take a deep breath before finally speaking.
"Kirishima, I'm so sorry for casting a l-l.. l-love spell on you. It was accidental though! I wouldn't think about putting a spell on you! Y-you just came in so suddenly and I lost control over my power- I didn't know if it worked though but-"
"Wait wait.. a love spell?" He tilts his head in confusion and you lower your head still trying to relieve the stress.
"It didn't work though! You're not showing any signs of love or anything.. right?" His eyes widen and his cheeks blossomed with the color the same as his hair. He lets his hand reach the back of his neck before staring at you, his heart pounding at how anxious he was.
"I- I don't think you need a love spell for me to like you cause I already do." You've never whipped your head much faster than now. You look at him, searching once again for any traces of the spell yet nothing. Nothing but genuine feelings.
He liked you.
You.
"A-are you sure? I'm assuming it's because of the spell huh? I promise I'll try to revert the spell-"
"No amount of spell can make like you the way I do. Even if the spell was accidental, I don't think it was accidental for me to fall for you." Did you past away? What sweet heaven was this? Taking notice of how tensed and quiet you were, Kirishima sighs before looking at you.
"If you're with Bakugo, I completely understand. If you don't like me-"
You stopped his sentence when your hands found its way around his neck and your lips finding its home with his lips. He had his eyes open but once he registers what's happening he immediately pulls you closer, hands to your waist like how you first met, his eyes closing at the sensation of your lips in sync. Everything around you was a blur except for feeling of having him this close to you. You were too overwhelmed and contented with what was happening, you let loose of your quirk. You two were floating and he seems to smile even more as he continues to lay his love on your lips. You pull away resting your forehead on his with a smile that no one can ever tear down.
"God, Kirishima I- I like you so much. Just from the moment we met and no spell can ever change that." You say before you two landed on the ground and your hearts were screaming for joy at this point. Kirishima chuckles in front of you before he pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear making you blush even more.
"Guess I can say I'm under your spell then huh?"
"Oh god."
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Based on a True Story
Summary: there's this boy who makes you super uncomfy and doesnt take a hit, but you're to sweet to tell him to back off. Katsuki Bakugou, the more blunt end of the friendship, is happy to tell him off and free you from that sorry bastard.
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader
Warnings: possible tw, a lot of swearing and some pretty colorful insults, there are guys that are really fucking creepy, based on the actual events of February 7th, 2021 at around 10:30 pm
A/N: this was very very rushed, I just wanted to write myself some comfort real quick and go to bed last night and I didn't have time to properly edit! I'm really proud of some of the banter lmao, please enjoy and never be afraid to punt a ballsack! I'll add tags later🙄🙄🙄
A message popped up on your screen and your once neutral expression went sour. Slamming the face of your phone onto your pillow, you groaned angrily into your bedspread, catching the attention of a certain ash blonde sitting in your comfy desk chair a few feet away. Katsuki Bakugou, one of your best friends, gave a questioning glance but refused to meet his ember gaze
“What’s your deal?” He asked, not letting his genuine curiosity as to why there was such a pained look on your face, show.
You opened your mouth but paused.
Katsuki already knew about this boy and scolded you every time he saw his name pop up in your notifications, telling you to ‘fucking block him already’ for the umpteenth time. It wasn’t like you had feelings for the guy anymore, you were just too nice and polite to cut him off completely and tell him to go fuck himself.
The ash-blonde had already volunteered to do it for you, but you always said no because you knew he’d just find another way to contact you.
“It’s that piss baby again isn’t it?”
“Yeah…”
“Wow, did you just agree with one of my insults?”
“Suki, I’m about to take you up on your offer to tell him to go fuck himself.”
He snickered, “Now you’re talking sense. What the hell is that pansy bitching about now?”
You sigh and roll over on your back and Katsuki moves to sit on the edge of your bed.
“I cut him off for a while, I really did! It felt so good to be free of him, but then he got my number again and started bothering me a few days ago. I saw him at school yesterday and told him I wasn’t interested in dating at all and he was like whatever so I honestly thought he could keep it in his pants and we could just be friends but nooo! He calls me a simp for anime guys, I tell him to stop being a hypocrite because he used to simp for me and he was like “I still do. You’re the only one” yeah like I’m stupid enough to actually believe that!”
You paused to catch your breath, but before you could start speaking again Katsuki interjected, “Well, you are stupid…”
You socked him in the bicep and he hunched over laughing. You looked so fucking adorable when you got royally pissed at him.
“Oh go to hell.” You snapped, crossing your arms and continuing, “Anyway, this guy used to simp for my goddamn sister! Not only do I reject being a replacement for her, but if she rejected his sorry ass, that means he’s a huge piece of shit because she’s super picky.”
“I might’ve mentioned that once or twice-”
You punched him again to shut him up. “Plus he’s super creepy and gross and it always feels like he’s undressing me with his eyes and whenever he’s around I want to dive into a pool full of only chlorine and drink it. I’m just trying to coexist and just be nice to him but apparently, a female looking in his general direction means that they want dicked down by his micropenis. He’s so fucking dense too. Why can’t he see that I’m not interested, especially after I EXPLICITLY told him that?!”
By that point, you were on the verge of frustrated tears, bottom lip trembling just slightly with bottled up emotion.
Katsuki could see it.
You felt trapped in something you never signed up for and you’d do anything to get out. All of this frustration had been stored inside of you for so long and it just kept mounting and multiplying until you burst into tears.
“Goddammit, come here dumbass,” He growled, gathering you into a warm embrace, “You can’t keep all this bs inside okay?”
He let you sob into his shoulder, one calloused hand supporting the base of your neck and the other crossed firmly over your back so you’d feel safe and secure; away from the world full of horrible people and into a small one of just your best friend’s warmth and the sweet sweet scent of caramel.
“Why don’t you listen to me? You’re just too fucking nice to every shitty dickhead that sees you as an easy, fuckable target. Something really fucking bad is gonna happen to you if you don’t shape up and learn how to punt a dude’s excuse for a ballsack and tell him what you really think.”
You raised your head from the solace of his shoulder to look at him with big, reproachful doe eyes and whimpered, “I tried that!”
“Have you tried punting their fucking balls first?”
“No… that would hurt.”
“That’s the point.”
“But if I did it without reason I could get suspended or charged with aggravated assault!”
It was Katsuki’s turn to sigh.
“That’s not the point dumbass, the point is that you need to tell these bastards off when they start getting creepy. You know what? Why don’t you just fucking ignore their sorry asses in the first place!”
You sniffle and drag a hand over your cheek to dry your tears, then resume your position with your face in the crook of your best friend’s neck.
“I feel bad for them.”
“Well stop. I’m gonna call him now alright? After that, we’ll block his stupid ass on every fucking app, you hear me?”
You nod and hug him tighter as he leans forward to grab your phone and opens it with your passcode, swiftly finding his name in your contact list and pressing the call icon, then he tapped the speaker button and waited.
The call was picked up almost immediately and a voice on the other line said, “Hey cutie! I was just about to call and ask to see if you wanted to come over on-”
“She’s not here.” Katsuki cut him off with a dry snarl, “And last time I checked she wasn’t interested enough in your sorry ass for you to be calling her ‘cutie.’”
You could almost hear his lip curl in utter disgust.
“Who the fuck are you?” The voice asked, dropping its sickeningly sweet tone to something more appropriate in light of the previous insult.
“I’m her fucking boyfriend you dickwad-” You popped up from your haven in surprise, mouth open to sputter in protest but he put a finger to your lips and smirked, “who the fuck are you?”
“No fucking way that whore has a boyfriend-”
“Ex-fucking-scuse me? Shut your mouth, you mother fucking pussy, insult her one more time and I’ll fuck you up so bad you won’t be recognizable by the time you get to the hospital.” He snapped back, “She’s crying right now because you’re too dense to realize she doesn’t want any business with some horse-faced piss baby like you. Take the hint right fucking now you useless bastard so you don’t make the mistake of coming near her again because I. Will. Kill. You. Delete this number because she’s too sweet to block you herself, but I will.”
“Fuck man, I was just tryna get laid. She’s the one who started rubbing herself all over me-”
“I said delete this number. Damn, you are a dense piece of shit aren’t you?”
“Hey, I-”
Katsuki pressed ‘end call’ and blocked his contact, moving from Instagram to Snapchat, to any social app you had, and blocked him left and right until he was satisfied.
“Feel better?” He asked softly, tossing your phone aside and peeling you off.
You carded a shaky hand through your hair and wiped your eyes, giving him a watery smile and a nod.
“Why did you tell him that we were in a relationship?” You asked, voice on the edge of a taunt.
“To make him mad.”
“I mean, it worked, but is that the only reason?” You giggled.
“The hell are you insinuating?”
“Do you… possibly by chance… have feelings for me?”
You batted your eyes at him and he retched, but the smirk was still present on his handsome features.
“What’s it to you?”
You squirm a bit, but something pops into your head so you can stall a bit longer.
“I mean, you’re not THAT ugly-”
He responded with a simple, harsh flick to the forehead to make you whine and try to whack him, but he easily intercepted your fist and pushed you on your back, caging you in nothing short of a horizontal kabedon.
It was your turn to smirk, “Yenno ‘Suki, I could very easily… oh what was your phrasing? ‘Punt your fucking balls’ in this position…”
“Just shut up and tell me what the hell you want.” Katsuki snapped.
“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” You prod.
“You look like a pissed hamster when you’re mad.” He shot back.
“You smell like a fucking candy store after training.”
“You’re the dictionary definition of a dumbass.”
“You have a better hourglass figure than Yaomomo.”
“You're quickly becoming an extra.”
“Date me.”
“Fine.”
“Wait really?”
“It’s the only way I can kiss you, protect you, and keep you all to myself.” He shrugged, leaning in dangerously close, “You don’t fucking understand how hard it is to watch you prancing around with one failed abortion after another and watching you cry because they leave since you don’t want the one thing they’re after.”
“You’ve always been there for me ‘Suki… I guess I just took you for granted, and I’m really sorry.” You met his soft vermillion gaze with a meaningful and apologetic one and reached out to squeeze his hand.
“‘S okay. You’re mine now, right?”
You nod, smiling.
“So it doesn’t matter how dense you are anymore.” He smirked, laying down on your bed and dragging you down with him so you were tucked comfortably under his chin.
You grabbed the remote and flicked on the tv, preparing to turn on an anime you had in mind.
“What romance garbage are you inflicting on me this time?” Your new boyfriend groaned, burying his face in your hair.
“One that’s super sappy and romantic and sad just to piss you off.” You pouted, clicking on each letter to form the desired word in the search bar.
“Have fun with that.” Katsuki snarked, beginning to move away, but you stopped him by deftly pressing your lips to his.
You slowly pulled away, blushing furiously, but happy to feel strong forearms snaking around your front and crossing over your stomach.
“I certainly will.” You respond.
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Spoilers for the latest chapter of Something!
I'm gonna go ahead and apologize now because this is long; please feel free to ignore my wordy ass, I just have a lot of feelings about a certain someone that showed up in the new chapter lol.
I am still trying to get my shit together enough to write a proper review, but I did want to come yell at you for making the grape boy somewhat likeable, like...
Firstly, how??? Secondly, why?????!?!
Lmao, in all seriousness tho, it's nice to see him have a personality that isn't just "Mmmm, tits" *drools* I like to think that everyone in the series grows up and (mostly) out of the worst of their habits, and while Mineta is still a bit of a lecher here he isn't nearly as offensive/creepy as he comes off in show. In fact he's actually sympathetic in a lot way. The bit about seeing his first dead body before "getting laid" hit different like... He tries to play it off like a joke, but dude has to have just as much PTSD as the rest of them, maybe even more given that he wasn't able to fight back in the same way as someone like Bkg or Deku would be able to with their super powerful offensive quirks. They were all just kids, but they had to face hell full on from jump, and let me stop before I get too in my feelings lol.
In a lot of ways, he reminds of you the boys from school — crude. Taking for granted the safety from being in a pack, unchallenged. Leering at posters, saying off-colour things because no one corrects them.
That's exactly the way I view him, just a crude little thing that refuses to be put in his place for long lol. Still, with his being a hero I would hope that he keeps a cap on it while he's on the job--in fact I'm sure he does; if he didn't I'm sure that Aizawa would've yanked his licence by now, the likes of Deku and Kiri wouldn't continue to associate with him, and that's saying nothing of the shit that would get posted to social mead and such. I feel like the only reason he says what he says to the Reader is b/c she's a little gremlin herself and he knows he's got a bit more leeway, yanno?
The little hangout session that they had at the end of the chapter was weirdly heartwarming?? I want a friend(???) that I can be a surly little shit with and draw on and that will call my bf that's not really my bf but should be my bf because he's (that is Mineta) got more emotional intelligence than me lmao. Never thought I'd see the day when the grape would make for such an excellent wingman--tho I gotta wonder what that text he sent to Deku said. Probably something along the lines of "come get yo girl, she must be bored/lonely af because she asked to hang out with me" followed by "are you ever gonna close the deal or not? or have you already hit it??? >:)" just to give the guy an extra push (or maybe he's got a better sense of self-preservation than what I give him credit for, idk lmfaooo...)
Okay, this is WAY too long, I just had to get it out of my system lol. I loved the new chapter lots and I cannot wait to see how things play out in the next one!!
LOL, oh Puck, i adore you sdlkfjsdlkfjsdlkfj
me being a shit-stirrer/asking myself questions i don’t have answers for under the cut
Cat asked me this question earlier today, actually — why Mineta. And honestly? Part of it is the challenge he represents — like, how do you write him into a fic and mature him up so that he’s at the very least, tolerable, but also keep the backbone of his character (which is being a little degenerate). Like, is it possible? One of the most popular tags on ao3 for mineta minoru is something along the lines of “mineta minoru is replaced with shinsou hitoshi” LOL so…….. why didn’t I just use Shinsou? Or Aoyama or Iida, as Cat suggested? And beyond the part of me that delights in giving myself perceived challenges, there were two stark reasons that stuck out to me, when i was first mulling over his inclusion.
1) the fact that he can draw. it’s literally as simple as that. ever since the BNHA exhibition opened up in Japan and it was revealed that there was a scene in there with a class blackboard and the kids having their little drawing competition — and that Mineta was objectively the most skilled — i was like, “i have to include that”. LOL. it’s like you say, Puck, our Reader is a little gremlin herself — i thought if I was going to write a Reader that could handle interacting with him (ie, be in a position to pay him out) it was going to be this one. I think being in the manga industry and starting out on this journey of creating and drawing a Shonen manga sort of put Reader in this unique position of… being in what seems like a boys’ club? So she’d be used to the male gaze within her field. I follow Horikoshi’s assistant (former assistant?) on twitter and let me tell you, that man is not shy about the things that he likes to draw LOL.
the 2) thing was the philosophy i’ve sort of accidentally given myself LOL and that’s the fact that — as a Bakugou stan, if i’m giving grace to a character who was a literal violent bully then………. i can use my magic powers and hand it around to the other characters, too, LOL. and like, i would argue that with Bakugou it’s different, like we’re currently seeing in the manga how he has grown and learnt and is actively changing, which is the key to any kind of redemption. do i think Mineta will ever undergo that in cannon? absolutely not lmao, i see him as being being Hori’s idea of comedic relief, he’s always going to be a horrible little degen. but i want it for him…… if only to justify why the boys of Class-A collectively ignore his bullshit, for the most part? Like, none of them actively call him out on it?? i think of the time he tried to climb the wall to spy on the girls in the onsen — and how it was literally only Iida scolding him and how it took a child to stop him. Or the one when he found the stupid hole into the girl’s changing room and while the boys all looked grossed out….. Jirou’s the one that point an end to that?????? I saw a TikTok (derogatory) suggesting how like, none of the girls of Class-A would trust Aizawa, as adults, because he didn’t do anything to put an end to Mineta’s bullshit, and it was a devastating suggesting. None of us want to believe that our favourites would be passively okay with this kind of behaviour, right?? Which means……. Mineta’s gotta change LMAO. And if Hori isn’t going to do it then imma borrow him and do it myself. Does it work? I have no idea LMAO i can’t judge anymore, my meter is broken. but i’m gonna work with what i’ve given myself and it either will, or it won’t LMAOOOO kldsfjlksdjflkdj fic is about having fun at the end of the day. :’)
But it’s like you point out, Puck — Mineta is also a child, when these kids get trotted out to their first War. And he’s also not as offensively built as the hard-hitters like Deku and Bakugou and Shouto are. Even if it’s not explored in the manga, that War is going to change them all somehow.
So, my gameplan for Mineta was to grab ahold of the tiny things about him — the talent for drawing, the like one [1] observation he has about the wreckage of the war/pro heroes during the war arc, his tears for Bakugou when B wakes up afterwards and how he tells Deku how cool he was and how much he admires him, in the current Bring Deku Home chapters — and try to envision a sleaze bag who learns that the bullshit he pulls won’t be tolerated, even if he’s still ultimately a skeeze LOL. i mean, he’s never going to drop that er…. appreciation for the female form. and i mean, hey, live your best life King, i’ve distinctly noticed a hand-fetish floating around on this site lately so i’m not gonna be like “NO men can’t like ANYTHING”. But the thing with him being a sleaze and open with his leering is like, he’s actively made the girls of his class uncomfortable with that in the past — how do you write it so that he’s not doing that in a position of power with the women he works with (and saves!), as an adult?? Maturity only goes so far. How much can I bank on the war and the subsequent bullshit they’re gonna face from it on…. transforming him??? It shouldn’t be up to the girls he’s learning with to police him, they’re just children. I have a vague gameplan for it — whether or not it works will be one thing; whether i can naturally shove it into the fic is another, LOL. Guess we’ll see. 🧐
SAYING ALL THAT,,,,, i’m actually really glad you liked (???) the ending scene with him because it’s my favourite LMAO lkdjflkdsjflkdjfkldsjf. ���😭 Reader is by no means perfect, and she and Mineta both need to start treating each other with more respect, but her bullying of him was fun to write and I like imagining a Mineta who considers himself to be close with Deku (whether or not Deku thinks the same is up for debate) going along with it. i could see this version of Mineta being enough of a shit-stirrer to say something like, “gotta lock that shit down” to Deku LMAO kdfjlkdsjflkdsfjdklsfj and then getting left on a skyscraper somewhere…. RIP short King.
#the puckish rogue: adventures and magic 🪄✨🔮#something just like this - fic#mer-spoils-everything#ofmermaidstories-asks#mermaids talks about 🍇#puck you are always thoughtful and lovely with your comments and i want you to know how much i appreciate them — but mostly how much#i appreciate you for existing in this world 😭 and how by chance we exist at the same time and like the same things 😭💕🌷
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i'm so excited for drug raid pt 2!
part one here!! eeee took forever before I got around to part two bUt here it is!! I hope y'all like it xx
Cop Tony, paramedic Stephen, 18+ Little Peter, Littles are known verse, police raids, drug dealing, illegal drug use, referenced forced drug use, referenced kidnapping, past abuse, withdrawal, hospitalisation, whump, angst, comfort, 1.5k
The next day, Tony waltzes into the hospital with a latte in his hand. Still riding the high of the raid from the night before, the cop feels at the top of his game. He and the rest of the department have the upper hand. The evidence and statements keep pouring in, and it’s all in their favour, which means not so much in the drug dealers’ favour. It’s their third successful raid in just two months, and yet this feels different. The stakes feel higher, and Tony feels like he should be here taking the Little’s statement. He was the one who found him after all, abused and forcefully drugged at the hands of the drug dealers, and on top of it all he was manhandled by an overly excited SWAT guy. Perhaps the SWAT guy had an aggression problem. He wouldn’t be the first.
Tony’s intentions feel more pure than that of the SWAT guys, at least to him, and he likes to think that that was why Fury let him come take the Little’s statement out of all the other officers. To be honest, he likes the kid. He’s intrigued, and not just professionally. Tony doesn’t exactly know what it is, but he’s giddy while waiting in line at the reception to find where his informant is.
“You can just go wait in the car if you want, honey bear.” Tony teases to Rhodey, who’s with him at the hospital. They are partners after all, and they go everywhere together. Well, maybe not everywhere since Rhodey actually takes him up on the offer, muttering something about his overly sensitive nose and the antiseptic smell of the hospital being a perfect mix for a headache. Tony waves him off and tells him to get out of there before he gets cranky.
The receptionist is not able to tell Tony exactly where Peter is, but directs him to the neurological wing where they can show him where the Little is. So, Tony heads up and tosses his empty latte cup on his way there. After some more waiting and flashing of his badge, Tony is escorted by a nurse to see Peter.
“He’s going through withdrawal, and quite badly too. Don’t stress him out, okay? You can always come back another time.” The nurse informs while they walk through some automatic and lockable doors.
“How long is he gonna be here?”
“Till the withdrawal wears off, but the doctor is planning on having him on psych hold when the withdrawal is over. The Little’s handle it the worst, you know? He’s having awful nightmares and suicidal thoughts already. Poor babe…” The nurse adds sadly.
“Yeah…” Tony agrees quietly and steps a bit to the side to let a transporter pushing an empty bed pass them in the hallway. A bit further down the eggshell coloured hallway, the nurse stops and gestures to a door.
“I’ll just head in first and see how he is.” The nurse smiles and slips through the door, leaving Tony to wait in the hallway alone.
The cop resists the urge to look through the window in the door. Just what kind of shape is Peter in? Last time Tony saw him he was unconscious after a seizure. It’s almost unheard of that Littles take drugs, precisely because they can hardly handle it. Their vulnerable bodies cave in at the smallest doses, while a caregiver like Tony could take triple the dose and still get up the next morning. And that is why Littles are never legally punished for drug possession, and instead they are put into treatment to get rehabbed. Some might say that is the same as prison, if you think about the principals of each setting. Limited freedom. And yet there’s a major difference. Tony isn’t here to arrest Peter, only talk to him.
A few moments later, when Tony is about to give in and peak in through the window, the nurse exists again and invites the cop in. The hospital room is quite sad, actually. There’s signs of attempts to make it Little-friendly, but the poorly drawn and creepy cartoon dinosaur has the opposite effect that what was probably intended. The hospital bed is Little proof though, with side rails going all around the bed to keep the patient safe. And Peter does look safe, but also absolutely terrible.
The big, brown eyes go wide when he lays his eyes on Tony, and the cop stays back a bit. The nurse comes forward then and guides Peter to lay back again when he tries to get up. The boy’s movements are clumsy and shaky. Tony guesses he is experiencing muscle aches and fatigue.
“No, no- I don’t- I didn’t…” Peter stutters and looks pleadingly at the nurse. The cop tries to ignore the feeling of being assigned ‘the bad guy’ role, even though he has not said a word yet. He wouldn’t be surprised if the drug dealers brainwashed the boy to never trust cops, or anyone else outside their gag for that matter. Just another manipulation tactic to keep him in check. As if forcefully drugging him isn’t enough.
“Shhh, honey bee. The police office is just going to speak to you. It’s all right.” The nurse coos.
“I didn’t wan’ to do it. They forced me, please…”
“I know, sweetheart, I know. That’s what the officer is here to talk to you about. Just tell the truth and everything will work out, okay? You can push the button anytime and Amanda or one of the other nurses will come, okay?”
And with that the nurse takes her leave, but not before whispering to Tony to take it easy. The officer nods and thanks her, then turns to the boy on the bed.
He looks absolutely terrible, that much is obvious. It looks like Peter is hollow inside, and that his skin is just a facade made of the thinest paper. It the wind where to blow, it might just take Peter along with it. But, Tony knows he is not all hollow inside. The boy’s eyes are pained, and it looks like he is aching to tell his truth, to get everything that is inside out into the world and to someone who can do something. Something to save him. And Tony wants to do precisely that, and so he sits on the chair next to the bed with a soft smile.
“Hi.”
“Hi…”
“I’m Officer Stark, but you can call me Tony.” The officer starts. “You’re Peter. What’s your full name?”
“Benjamin Parker. Peter Benjamin Parker.”
“Benjamin, huh? That’s cute.”
“Is’ after my uncle.”
“Is he around?”
“Dead.” The Little deadpans, fiddling with the hospital blanket.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Tony says sincerely. “Do you have any other family around? Someone we could call?”
“No- uhm, they all dead. But, Beck took me in.”
“Quentin Beck? Right.” Tony sighs a bit. Quentin Beck, as in the Beck who is now in custody at the station. They are still putting together the bigger picture and hierarchy of the gang at the station, but it seems like Beck is in the middle there somewhere. And it seems like Peter is very much in the middle of it all too. “Tell me what happened, from the beginning.”
Peter talks for over half an hour. The boy is so detailed in his descriptions, like he has a photographic memory, that Tony barely has to ask follow up questions, and instead listens as carefully as he can while noting down some key words in his notepad. Sometimes, the boy has to pause to catch his breath or stop himself from crying, but by the end of it the tears finally spill over when Peter starts describing how Beck and the others would drug him against his will. At one point, the boy’s crying is so pained that Tony reaches out to hold his hand. Peter clutches back, like Tony is his anchor in the storm that is his emotional and psychological turmoil. The Little definitely needs to be on psych hold.
In the middle of Peter’s cry, a nurse knocks on the door and enters with a concerned look. She must have been altered due to Peter’s heart rate picking up due to the crying.
“Is everything all right here?” The nurse asks, giving Tony a look. The officer feels like she is accusing him of going too hard on the Little. Once again the bad guy.
“Is- is okay, Amanda…” Peter hiccups and dries his tears bravely. He forces a smile at the nurse when she comes over to check on him.
“Okay, sweetheart, but I think this is enough for today. You need to rest.” Amanda orders kindly, and once again she gives Tony a look. Getting the implied message, Tony rises from his seat and tucks his notepad, now his very precious notepad, into his jacket.
“I’ll come back another time, then.” The officer says.
And Tony does exactly that.
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Cold Jealousy | Kuai Liang/Sub Zero
request; ""Are you... are you seriously jealous right now?" With Kuai Liang x Male Reader please" // @brymalibu
notes; male!reader
Kuai wasn't often jealous, he knew that you were his as much as he was yours, you were the Grandmaster's husband, no one could touch you, he had no reason to be jealous; but as he looked at you training with Kung Lao and exchanging flirtatious banter between each kick, each punch, he couldn't help the icy jealousy that burned through his flesh and bone, freezing his already cold blood.
To his merit, Kuai tried to ignore the feelings and to push them aside, but then he saw Lao get a little bit too close for comfort, pinning you down with his legs either side of your hips, and the man of ice started to burn up; he immediately walked over, shoving Lao away from you with a snarl.
"Grandmaster Sub Zero-"
"Kuai," you shook your head at Lao, getting up and dusting yourself off, grabbing Kuai's shoulder as you frowned at your husband. "Kuai. A word?"
Glaring, Kuai nodded, following you somewhere private where the ice shimmered blue and the trees crackled with naked branches; you folded your arms across your chest and raised a brow.
"I'm so sorry, my love, snowflake, I'm so sorry, I let my emotions-"
Licking your lips slowly, you dared to smile. "Be honest with me, are you... are you seriously jealous right now? You, the cold Grandmaster?"
"A little..." Kuai admitted reluctantly. "I tried to control it, I really did, but-"
"Hey," you took his hands in yours. "It's okay. You're allowed to get jealous from time to time... what husband doesn't?"
"Do you get jealous?" He asked gently, quietly, ashamed of his own emotions.
"All the time," you shrugged, giving his hands a little squeeze. "But then I remember... you're my husband, and I'm your husband, and no one's gonna tear us apart. Jealousy passes, but that doesn't mean you have to give it the cold shoulder and act like it's not there."
"You're right," Kuai sighed, painfully aware of how cold he was to touch as he examined the redness of your fingertips, a frown on his lips. "I love you. My darling husband, I... I love you."
tags; @theprinceofchocobos @cowboywardlow @outworldgay
#kuai liang one shot#kuai liang imagine#kuai liang x reader#kuai liang#sub zero one shot#sub zero x reader#sub zero imagine#sub zero#mortal kombat one shot#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat imagine#mortal kombat#mlem writes
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Miscommunications - Nolan Patrick.
Nolan Patrick x Reader.
Summary: Nolan is feeling a little insecure and he starts to ignore his girlfriend but then they talk it out and it turns out to be just a miscommunication.
Word count : 1143 ( wow im proud)
Warning: like one bad word.
Nolan was currently on the road to Colorado. The Philadelphia Flyers were going to play against the Colorado Avalanche in about two days. Y/n was currently at home in Philly texting Nolan to text her when he got to Colorado. Y/n and Nolan had been dating for about a year and while y/n was more emotional and Nolan keeped his feelings bottled in, they made it work. She decided just to work on some homework and then go to bed afterwards since it was pretty late when Nolan left for his long road trip of a day.
Nolan had arrived in Colorado a few hours ago and was currently practicing making some goals into the net with Hartsy blocking most of them. Nolan had been off of his game and Tk noticed but didn't mention anything because his best friend wasn't one to talk about his feelings. The game was starting in thirty minutes and warm ups had started. Y/n was back home wearing his number 19 jersey getting prepared for the game to start. She knew Nolan had arrived safely because Tk usually posted stories of the arena they were going to play at. She just decided to send him a good luck text since he didn't text her earlier of his arrival but she didn't want to seem like a mom.
The game ended as the waves of orange were seen through the crowd jumping up and down. The flyers had won against the avalanche and they were pretty damn proud. Nolan walked into the locker room to get changed and when he saw that he had a new text from his girlfriend. He left it on read as he did the other one he received upon his arrival. It wasn't that he was trying to ignore her; he just sometimes got these thoughts into his mind that he wasn't good enough for her. I mean she had a bachelors degree, was studying to get her masters, and she was the most determined person he had ever met. He was just a hockey player. He knew that if he ever got a serious injury his entire career would end. But y/n had her whole life in front of her. Before more of these thoughts could enter his mind Travis walked in and told him they were gonna go out for celebratory drinks. He thought that maybe a couple of those would blur his mind and he would forget about these thoughts. So he got dressed and headed out with the rest of his team mates.
Y/n watched as the flyers won and jumped up and down as Kevin Hayes made the winning goal. She texted her boyfriend: congrats you did amazing and then call me when you can. Y/n saw the guys stories and saw they went out to get some drinks. She waited about thirty minutes but didn't get a response from her boyfriend. She decided to stop because she didn't want to seem clingy and she decided calling Teeks was a better option. The phone rang about four times when the caller on the other end finally picked up. “Hey Y/n whats up.”
“Hey Tk just calling to congratulate you guys on the win and wondering if I can talk to nols.” the girl said hopeful yet a bit nervous cause it seemed as though her boyfriend was ignoring her. There was shuffling on tks side of the line and then she could hear him shouting “hey pat your girl wants to talk to you.”
“Tell her I'm busy” the 21 year old centerman yelled back. In that moment y/n got enough classification and her heart broke a little. “Hey y/n he’s--...”
“I heard teeks thanks.” the girl said, trying not to cry. She decided to just watch netflix and eat some ice cream cause now it for sure seemed as though her boyfriend was ignoring her.
“Stop being such a jerk and talk to your girlfriend.” Travis said.
“Don't you think ive tried,” Nolan said, looking down at his shoes avoiding his friend's eye contact. “She's great but she's too good for me. I'm just a hockey player. She could leave me any moment.”
Travis listened to his best friend's sincere confession and thought about how y/n was seriously in love with him and she thought the opposite of everything he had just said. “Pat, i've seen the way that girl looks at you and she's totally whipped and I can say the same for you.” Nolan loved his girlfriend and it seemed like he just needed a slight push from his best friend to realize that they had their differences but they were totally and hopelessly in love.
He decided to step out for some air and call her and tell her how he really felt. Y/n was sitting on the couch when her phone started ringing. Her boyfriend's name flashed across the screen as she completed picking up. She decided to ignore how she was hurting and instead answered it cause deep down she could never be mad at her big goofball of a boyfriend. There was silence for a few minutes as the static was heard on both sides of the line. Then finally Nolan spoke up with a simple hey.
“Hey bub.” y/n said back. It felt good to hear his voice.
“Uhm wow ive been such a dick to you and i'm sorry, it's just sometimes i wonder why you're with me--..”
“Nol--..”
“Wait y/n let me finish, cause you know how hard this is for me.” The girl let him continue. “Sometimes it seems as though you are too good for this world and way too good for me and Tk made me realize that I should stop bottling up my feelings and talk to you about them. Communication is a big part of relationships and that's what I'm doing right now. I love you and I'm sorry sometimes I'm not good enough.” Nolan said exasperated at the end of his emotional speech.
There was silence for a few moments while y/n was trying hard not to cry. “Baby are you there?”
“Yeah sorry bubs, Nols if you ever feel this way please tell me. I love you so much and you are seriously perfect for me. I understand communicating is hard for you but you know i'm always here to listen. You are always good enough and beyond that. I'm glad Travis made you talk about it. God, I love you so much Nolan Patrick.”
By the end of her speech they were both trying not to cry. “I love you lovebug. I'll call you later when i get to the hotel.”
“I'll be waiting.” y/n said glad that all this was just a miscommunication.
Tags so it doesn't flop: @marner-lovebot @hockey-anyone @mitch-slap @mymanseguin @leafsxhockeywrxtes @summerko8
#hockey imagine#hockey#nolan patrick#nhl imagine#philly flyers#philidelphia flyers#hockey game#hockey boys
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