#none of them are ever going to talk about this again

[bbgsaja]

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featuring - Baby x F!Reader, Jinu x F!Reader, Abby x F!Reader, Romance x F!Reader, Mystery x F!Reader (separate) summary - you're not happy about how bold some fans can be, but he's got you warnings - none a/n - here's a little crack post so i can also announce the results of the poll: most of you voted YES for a sequel series so i am going to do it! for those who wanted HCs and short fics as well, if i get an idea i will write it out 🫶 also i HC Abby as a gentle giant so if that's not your thing, please don't fight me, just don't read

You were with them at another fan event, this time centered around them with your group, Huntrix, being the event crashers. It had become a fun dynamic, and the fans loved the back and forth between the two groups.

You were just sitting, leaning back in your chair as they continued signing fan posters with their faces on it. And then it happened.

BABY

the fan walked up to the table, biting her lip to hold back an excited squeal

you were looking at your phone, unbothered, until you heard the way she gushed

"oh my gosh, Baby! you're so much cuter up close! your hair looks so soft, can i touch it?"

you blinked

the nerve

but before you could open your mouth to say something, your boyfriend was already on it

"thanks, but no," he deadpanned, "only my girlfriend gets to touch my hair"

he gestured to you

"and she does not like it when fans get too familiar."

the fan instantly deflated, her smile falling. she quickly apologised, took her signed poster and left

you looked at Baby, "You didn't have to be mean."

"I don't like anyone touching me," he shrugged, "except for you."

then he leaned in and kissed your cheek, his hand reaching under the table to squeeze your thigh

you short-circuited, and didn't say anything for the rest of the event

JINU

you were talking to Mira next to you as Jinu signed fan posters, not expecting someone to come up and outright flirt with him

"Jinu!" a high-pitched squeal made you falter mid-sentence. "i love you! you're so handsome, and i'm so obsessed!"

your head snapped in that fan's direction, eyes narrowed

Jinu laughed nervously, looking around for help

he stuttered something out, nervously fidgeting with his pen, struggling to sign the poster

his cheeks were bright red

you were about to say something, ready to speak up for your cute, flustered demon, but he beat you to it

cleared his throat and said, "I'm sorry, but that was inappropriate. my girlfriend is sitting right next to me."

he's so cute you just want to smother his face in kisses

the fan apologised and took her fan poster and left, her face flushed with embarrassment

you leaned in and kissed Jinu on his cheek, "you're adorable"

instant red cheeks again, stammering, blushing mess

"i-i-you-you can't just do that!"

you just laughed and intertwined your fingers with his under the table, which seemed to relax him

ABBY

honestly, you were falling asleep

head resting on his shoulder, eyes drooping

you did not see the very enthusiastic fan with hearts for eyes skipping up to the table

but you heard her

"ABBY!" the squeal itself almost shattered your eardrums, "you're so hot! can you flex for me?? can i see your abs?!"

so Abby flexed his thick arms, captivating not only the fan but you as well

but when she looked at him expectantly, waiting to see his abs, he became a little nervous

you opened your mouth to speak for him, feeling bad, but also ready to rip her a new one for attempting that on your boyfriend, but he ended up speaking before you did

"i'm sorry, but i don't want to take my shirt off," he said firmly, "that would be disrespectful to my girlfriend," he gestured to you

the fan looked embarrassed, mumbling an apology before taking her signed poster and leaving

"i don't think i've ever said no to that before," he frowned

"it's okay, babe. setting boundaries is good," you kissed his cheek sweetly

then you kissed his bicep and he short-circuited

ROMANCE

you were whacking him with your pen every two seconds for flirting with a fan

they'd say something like "your hair is so pretty!" and he'd smile charmingly and wink at them

or he'd tell them he liked their shirt/hair/nails, whatever

you were surprised you hadn't broken your pen yet

but you were about to break his foot

one particular fan came up and asked about his skincare routine

he rambled off a bunch of names even you didn't know and started explaining his thirteen-step routine

you were tapping your temple impatiently, until you heard him say, "but your skin is flawless! what do you use?"

you jabbed the heel of your boot into his foot, hard

he screamed, bit on his hand and whimpered

the fan looked at him questioningly, but he shook his head, then smiled - a bit painfully

"sorry, i meant you should ask my girlfriend what skin products she uses because look at how she practically glows!" he wheezed

the fan turned to you, smiling, with no idea what was going on under the table, and you happily told her

when she took her poster and left, you ignored Romance

until he started flirting shamelessly with you in front of all the fans, and you had to shut him up

MYSTERY

this is why he barked

fans often mistook his silence for shy, submissive, reserved

he was not

most of the fans came and got their signed posters without hassle, but there was one that annoyed you

she approached like any other fan, her eyes bright with hope

then she started babbling, something about how Mystery's hair looked so soft and what did he use for his hair

all the while he was just looking at her, not saying a word

and then he noticed you sitting and looking irritated, arms crossed

he turned to the fan, signed her poster and handed it back, still saying nothing

when she asked him again, he simply said, "thank you for coming"

and she had no choice but to leave

he turned to you, his hand settling on your shoulder, silently asking if you're okay

"i'm fine," you smiled at him, "at least you didn't bark this time"

and you didn't know if it was a trick of your mind or not, but you thought you heard a soft, breathy chuckle from him

[the-fanss]

Threads - Part 1

Saja boys x Soulmate! Reader

Ever since I can remember, I have been able to see threads connecting people to each other. Jokingly as a child I would always call them 'the string of fate' but maturing is realizing that nothing like that was true. Everyone is connected in one way or another and the brighter the color, the stronger the connection to the person. Idols have thousands or millions of faint threads connected to them which is something I'm used to seeing nowadays especially working as an event manager for music shows.

"The girls just finished their last song and should be coming below stage in just a moment, make sure to have water at the ready." I say talking into a small earpiece. Bobby standing next to me checking social media numbers and getting giddy about the girls' amazing show clips on tiktok. Bobby works hard but the fans work harder.

"The show went very well despite the delayed start" I say to Bobby and he looks up from his phone.

"It really did! I am so sorry for the delay earlier but the entrance was spectacular -" He starts then the elevator opens revealing the girls who are on a energy high. "Did somebody say water? Water Now!" Bobby says and immediately the girls are given water.

"Good work ladies, it's always a pleasure working with you" I say following along with the girls they all three turn and Zoey hugs onto me happy to see me again.

"(Reader) it's been so long! We haven't seen you since last tour, you've been so busy." Zoey cries hugging onto my arm. I've worked closely to them for the past 5 years since their debut and it's been a pleasure and working in this field I have met enough idols who are very entitled; thankfully the girls haven't let the fame get to their heads too much... besides not taking breaks.

"I'm so sorry Zoey, things have been crazy with scheduling events. You guys are about to be on break after tonight so how about we do something then?" I respond smiling slightly.

Zoey perks up at that and me saying that catches Mira and Rumi's attention as well. "Would you be open to going to the bathhouse or a movie night at ours?" Mira asks letting exhaustion seep through a bit.

"Yeah please have a movie night with us (Reader) we haven't seen you in forever" Rumi starts seeming to be in a very energetic mood despite having just performed.

"Well I can send you guys my free time so we can set something up" I say laughing a bit. "But I have to go now and make sure everyone leaves the stadium and head home."

"Bye (Reader)!" All of them say as I walk away and I wave saying goodbye to the girls and Bobby.

Finally done, I can finally relax at home and not have to worry about any fans or managers trying to schedule music events or anything of the sort. 'I should take a small vacation' I think to myself walking to a corner store to get a small treat after working hard the past week. It is the start of summer so a bunch of idol groups are debuting and releasing albums for a "hot summer song" and because of that I've been working overtime many nights and just need a break at this point.

Leaving the store I am just scrolling through my phone while walking and I accidentally bump into someone's shoulder causing me to drop my phone and managing to throw the other person off balance a bit. "Oh my god I am so sorry... sir.." I say trailing off as I look up and see that the person in front of me is fairly attractive. Light blue hair, baby face, twink build, but very sharp eyes. However, what caught my eyes at first sight is that he doesn't have threads... none at all. None that are faint in color or anything, just nothing. He looks at me sort of in a daze and shakes himself out of it as if he remembered something.

"Yeah pay more attention next time" He says and starts walking off,

It does take me by surprise a bit but whatever, the people you meet at night on the street won't always be the nicest. Shaking off the interaction is easy but shaking off the fact that there were no threads is harder, that isn't normal. It's as if he is a clean slate of nothing. Maybe he just moved to the area but even then he would still have faint ties...

As I walk away I don't notice the man's eyes following me as I am lost in thought about the very brief interaction. Nor do i notice how there is a change in his eyes, a very brief flash of gold and slits.

DING

"Rumi... do you not know what a break is?" I say rolling my eyes at a notification on my phone about Huntrix releasing a song just now.

~Elsewhere~

"Jinu.. something interesting happened." A blue haired man says walking into a building that most definitely was not theirs earlier that night.

"How interesting is interesting" A man who is only half paying attention to the bluenette who just barged into their apartment with no warning.

"A woman bumped into me while I was out trying to figure out where you want to show us off and she smelled... off." That caught Jinu's attention. "Off how?" Jinu asked more so worried about someone catching them right off the bat.

"She had a human smell but the smell was earthly sweet in an addicting way."

"Baby, we have to stay focused. Humans smell, we are just going to have to get used to it." Jinu says relaxing a bit relieved that nothing had actually happened. However, Baby couldn't get the interaction out of his head.

Notes: Hi everyone! Thank you for reading the first chapter of this series. I have plans and I promise things are going to get moving soon. This was more so to get you familiar with you as the main character. If you want to be tagged or leave feedback please feel free to! -Luka

Taglist: @libdarkheart

[g00d--m0urning]

Final Destination: Your House (CH. 7)

(CW: none for this chapter, i think)

Everyone finally gets to apologize. Turns out you're not on the same page.

ok, so I kind of hate this chapter, but… Oh well. I also posted this on shitty hotel wifi, so if there's mistakes or anything, please tell me.

(one-shot reqs are still open. I currently have 23 on the list, so I'll obvi tell you if yours is already on the list.)

You’re awake, have been for hours, but your eyes have remained closed. If you keep them closed then you don’t have to face the reality of what’s going to happen today. Everything could go wrong, then again, everything could go right.

Birds chirp directly outside of your window, seemingly getting more insistent with each passing moment. One of them pecks at the window until you finally have enough, throwing the covers off. You glare at the bird, who you swear smirks at you before flying off.

You prolong your morning routine as long as you can, taking your sweet time with every little thing. You stare at yourself in the mirror for a long while, tracing over the small mark on your forehead; the stitches dissolved a few days ago and all that’s left is a tiny scar.

You splash your face, letting the water drip down your face, exhaling deeply. You can’t avoid this, as much as you want to, you promised Skylar. When you walk back into your bedroom, you notice a note on the bedside table, the familiar symbol of Celia's office stationery embossed on the corner:

 ‘Please meet us in the Breaker Box, dearest. -your lovers’

The vague message does little to soothe your ever fraying nerves, placing the glasses on a few minutes later. The Breaker Box sounds quiet from the outside; no laughter, none of Johnny’s crooning, nothing.

It takes you by surprise when you walk in, discovering that almost everybody is in the bar. You’ve never seen so many of them in one place, even during movie nights people rotate in and out. 

The murmurings you couldn’t hear from outside fall hush when the door shuts behind you, announcing your presence to the room, “Hello,” you choke out, resisting the urge to shrink under all the eyes on you.

“Thank you for coming,” Celia smiles, stepping through the throngs of people, offering a hand for you to take.

You hesitantly set your hand in hers, allowing her to guide you to your booth, “What’s going on?” you ask, looking around the room, watching as they shrivel when you meet their eyes.

“We’re doing what we should’ve done in the first place: talking to you- and apologizing,” Skylar comes forward to explain, “And after, you can say whatever you want, no matter how much you think it might hurt us, we want you to say it, okay?”

“Alright,” you confirm, fine with the terms, “You guys do know that apologies aren’t going to fix everything, right?” 

“We do, yes,” Skylar nods fervently, coming closer to you, “We all know that apologizing is the first step of a long process and we’re all okay with that.”

You nod back, going to thank her, but she cuts you off, “and please don’t thank us. It’s the bare minimum, probably even less,” she states, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Now, I think we’re going to start.”

The dateables line up near the stage, taking turns in front of the microphone; some had prepared speeches, others spoke on the fly, speaking whatever came to mind. There’s lots of tears, like a lot. Not just from you, though; everybody did.

It means a lot, hearing them all apologize so deeply from the heart. After everybody has had their turn, they all take seats somewhere, ready for you. You take your place on the stage, looking over the crowd, “Hi,” you speak into the mic, wincing when it crackles in return.

“I… I appreciate everyone’s apologies, deeply,” you trail off, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath to compose yourself, “But I was to speak my mind, so I will.”

“Over the past week, I have been hurt immensely and I’m not talking about my accidents. The way you all treated me was…Horrible. The off and on hurt worse than it would’ve had you all just outright told me you hated me,” you tell them, picking at dry skin on your palms.

 “And it was over a movie. All of you ignored me so easily, not once thinking to talk to me about it,” your voice breaks, but you keep going, “I know why you did it, but I can’t understand it.”

Your face crumples, setting a hand over your eyes, gasping for air between broken sobs, “How was it so easy for all of you to do that to me?” you ask, unsure if you truly want the answer. 

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If you listen closely, you can hear the sounds of their hearts shattering. When this all started, they figured you’d see it the way they did. Apparently not. Nobody knows what to do. They hate watching you break down, but it seems like comfort from them is the last thing you want. 

“We’re sorry,” Skylar apologizes again, standing up from her chair.

“I don’t want more fucking apolgies, Skylar! I want an explanation, a reason, anything!” you shout, backing away from her, “You said it yourself, you know apologies aren’t fixing this.”

“I know, I know! Please,” she begs, stopping her approach when you back away, “we did it for you! We just wanted to keep you safe.”

“And where’d that get you?” you spit, trying to keep yourself in check. Anger wars with a deep sense of betrayal, battling for dominance in your own mind, “...Did you do it for me or for yourselves?”

That question sucks all the air from the room, a suffocating tension falling over the room. They did it for you, of course they did. They did. Sure, they were scared and didn’t talk to you to see what you thought, and did it so they wouldn’t carry the guilt of hurting you… 

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“That’s all I need you to admit,” you whisper, staring at Skylar expectantly, then turning to everyone else, “I don’t care if you did, but you can’t claim this was for me because this is not what I wanted. All I wanted was you guys.”

“You’re right,” it’s Dorian that admits it, his face as stoic as ever, “We were scared and it made us selfish. All we thought about was ourselves.”

You can’t find the words, only able to nod in response. It’s all you wanted to hear; it doesn’t change anything. Dorian begins approaching, keeping his steps slow and light, like coming up to a skittish animal.

He pulls you into his arms, tucking you against his wide frame. You protest weakly, smacking against his chest until you’re too tired to continue fighting, “Fuck you.”

He doesn’t apologize, nor does his grip on you falter. He holds you the way he always does, like he’s scared he might lose you if he lets go. For once, he’s worried that might be the case. 

“Don’t leave again, please. I can't do this.”

[slutforvika]

coming back home after sneaking out just to find your ex, violet, there too

warnings: fingering (reader receives), vi calls reader ‘slut,” divider: jimzittos

you were out at a party, having the time of your life. you met a girl there and really hit it off — exchanging numbers, dancing together, drinking together.

you sneak back through your window the faint smell of smoke and a candle filling up your dim room. you close the window, dialing the girls number on your phone.

“hey! i made it home safe,” you say, smiling as you talk to her. “yeah! i really enjoyed tonight — i’d love to meet with you again,” you continue, taking off your heels and throwing them on the floor. “mmhm sounds perfect! i’ll see you then,” you say, hanging up, and shortly after slipping off your dress, stepping out of it.

“sneaking out now huh?” a familiar voice says, you gasping before turning to your bed. it was vi, your ex, smoking a cigarette while laying on your bed. “who was on the phone with you?” she continues.

“what the fuck are you doing in my room violet?!” you whisper-yell, using your arms to cover yourself, a quiet laugh escaping her mouth, but you’re unamused. “are you just gonna laugh or tell me? who i’m on the phone with is none of your business, we aren’t even together anymore!”

“cmere,” she says, you easing your brows at her staying in the same place. “oh so now you wanna play hard to get? after you acted like a slut at whatever party you were at?” she says, taking another drag from her cigarette.

you missed her probably more than you should. i mean you literally fucked yourself thinking about her and it’s only been a month since the break up… so you gave in.

you slowly walk to her, your arms moving from your body and to your sides. you stand by your nightstand, facing vi who looks up at you while blowing smoke from her nose. “so you gonna answer who you were talking to?”

“just a girl i met at the party…” you say, her humming in response before one of her hands meet your waist, the soft skin turning cold by the touch of her hand. she looks up at you again, the cigarette meeting her mouth before using both her hands to pull you on top of her, straddling her waist.

looking down at her sharp features in the dim light, you feel yourself getting soaked when her hands start roaming your skin, “did you miss me?” she whispers, the cigarette still between her lips.

“i —“ you say, her raising her brows. “yes,, so much,” you say just above a whisper. her hand meets the waistband of your black panties, you letting out a deep breath.

“is this okay?” she asks, you nodding yes in return. she pulls them down ever so slightly, two fingers meeting your clit. “fuck — you’re soaked,” she says, the same two fingers stopping at your entrance for a second before pushing inside of you, a gasp coming from your lips. “go on, ride my fingers. show me how much you missed me,” she says.

without hesitation, you begin rocking your body forward and back on her fingers, quiet whimpers falling from your lips. “oh fuckk,” you cry, rocking faster.

she watches your with possessive eyes, blowing smoke out of her mouth as you ride her fingers. her free hand takes the cig from her mouth and pushes it into your mouth, you taking a drag with a cough, her smiling up at you.

you blow out the smoke with a moan, her thumb meeting your clit, slowly circling it. she gives you another drag before you move your body down and meeting lips with hers, whining against them as you blow smoke into her mouth, her biting your bottom lip.

you tighten around her fingers, the knot in your stomach coming undone. “i’m cumming — !” you say, your juices dripping down her fingers. “fuck…” you say, laying on top of her.

“i missed you too.” she says.

© all works by slutforvika, give creds if you take inspo

[mikkies]

「 KEPT RUNNING FOR THE SINK BUT THE WELL IS DRY. 」

Chance x Fem! Clothing Designer! Reader (no mentions of she/her)

warnings: none

notes: Chance was supposed to apologize but it didn't fit (๑•̀д•́๑)/but I promise to make it up with so much Chance fluff trust!!! And I'm kinda projecting that he feels like crashing out whenever he dreams (gets nightmares) about Itrapped. Anyways part 3 of PT1 and PT2.

YOU WEREN’T ASLEEP. You couldn't sleep.

The needle in your hand was still glowing faintly when the scream cut through the trees.

Short. Ragged. Cut off, like something had choked it in their throat.

Chance.

You were already out the door.

There was no hesitation—not when it came to him.

The cabins weren’t far apart. They always insisted on being nearby.

Said it was better that way.

Safer.

You had believed him. Maybe a part of you still does.

You ran through the trees barefoot, past broken fencing and looming trees, through quiet pine-needle silence under the ever-frozen sky.

No footsteps followed you. Just the hum of the forest holding its breath.

His front door was cracked open. One light still flickered inside, weak and warm.

You stepped in.

His coat was on the floor.

So was his hat.

So were the remains of what used to be a makeshift flintlock holster, ripped clean in half.

They were standing in the middle of the room, back to you, shoulders tense, hands clenched.

“Chance?”

His body stiffened.

But he didn’t turn around.

“What are you doing here?” he muttered.

“I heard you,” you said gently. “You were screaming.”

“I’m fine.”

The air changed.

The tone in their voice was a fuse being lit.

You took a step forward. “It didn’t sound like you were.”

“I said I’m fine!” he barked, louder this time—too loud for the quiet cabin, too loud for the way your presence barely disturbed the air. “Why can’t you just leave it alone?!”

You stopped.

“I just wanted to check on you.”

“I don’t need to be checked on!” they snapped, finally turning to face you. Their eyes burned.

“I don’t need another person watching me, waiting for me to break, treating me like I’m some cracked vase they’re keeping on a shelf for pity’s sake!”

You said nothing.

He stepped closer. The shadows cut sharper around him under the light.

His hands were shaking now. Every breath hitched like it was trying to choke him.

“You think all this fixing, and soft talking means something?!” he spat.

“That you can just sew me into your life like I’m some piece of fabric?! You think that’s going to make me safe?! That I won’t wake up and tear it all down?!”

Your heart pounded. Not out of fear.

Out of heartbreak.

“I never said you were safe,” you said quietly. “I said I cared.”

His lip curled like the word burned. He looked at you like it hurt.

Then their voice broke—split open like an old seam.

“Well maybe I don’t want you to care!”

The words were loud. Raw. His fists clenched at his sides.

And then—

Silence.

His chest heaved, shoulders curled forward, chin trembling—and his breath hitched once, hard, like he’d tried to hold something back and it finally slipped through the cracks.

The anger drained out of him all at once. His arms dropped to his sides.

And then…

They cried.

Not a sob at first—just a sound. Quiet. Stifled. Like he didn’t want you to know. Like he still thought he had to be cool, untouchable, half-smiling.

But his hands shook. His knees wobbled.

And when he opened his mouth again, nothing came out but a broken noise that sounded like a laugh swallowed by grief.

You moved without thinking.

Closed the space between you in seconds and pulled them into your arms.

He collapsed against you—body wracked, fists clutching your shirt like he needed something real to fall into. His forehead pressed to your shoulder. His breath trembled in your ear. And then, finally, they sobbed.

No words.

No explanations.

Just grief.

Grief without shape. Grief without name.

You held him through all of it.

Fingers weaving gently into his hair, hand braced along his back where his coat usually lay. You didn’t say it would be okay. You didn’t promise anything. You just stayed.

He sank to his knees, dragging you with him, burying his face in your shoulder like he was trying to disappear.

Like if he cried hard enough, it would stitch the torn places shut.

You rocked him. Quietly. Slowly. Your threads lit faintly between your fingers—not casting spells, not making anything—just glowing, steady and warm.

Their breathing slowed. But the tears didn’t stop for a while.

By the time they did, he was curled around you on the floor like a threadbare thing. Frayed. Not broken—but fragile.

You leaned your cheek against the top of their head.

He didn’t speak.

They didn’t need to.

Because finally—finally—he had let himself be held.

And this time, you didn’t let go.

[jamglii]

❀ live a little — bnha

incl / kirishima + a quiet reader

warn / oblivious!reader

note / hii im lonely okay bye

krishima is such a sweet guy, plays football but isn't douchey like most of them. waves with a glowing smile to his friends, and good in school.

if your being totally and completely honest he's more than your type, he's exactly what you would date in a man, it's just to bad because with his personality comes other people.

he's magnetic im that way you can't help but want to be around him, overly positive in an enverading way, his many many friends are evidence of it.

which is why you could never get close to him or his clique, the playingfeild was just on two completely different levels.

or so you thought.

"[Naaaame]...!" a light feminine voice sang to you, is was Mina, the only person in your AP World Geography class that talked to you.

"hey Mina." you replied, eyes dancing over her new pink hair.

"so," she sat down, amber eyes watching you intensely. "theres this party tonight..."

and you immediately groaned, it was your seinor year of highschool and you had yet to attend any of the parties Mina or any kid threw, maybe that was your problem.

"oh don't be like that, you never show up to my parties and we always me you..."

you paused, "we?"

Mina sputters, you'd never seen the girl so confident in your life blush and fumble to hard before. "me i meant me, and anyways it's senior year! why not now, just live a little, you'll never know where is takes you..."

you sighed. maybe she was right. maybe all your studying and isolation wasn't worth it, this was highschool, you should at least try to make soming fun of it, right?

❀ ❀ ❀

kirishima was on fire, his nerves were shot with minas words ever since she'd said them.

"Y/N said she'd be here tonight, look who just gotten you a date."

you, the quietes girl kirishima had met, or yet to meet was coming to a party. probably in a dress, maybe with your legs exposed.

"shit." he mumbled to himself coming over his hair again, hoping the exorbiant amounts of gel he used on his hair would keep everything in place.

he was pretty sure you hated him. or simply didn't care for him, the one time he's tried to talk to you his loud and especially annoying friends strolled in and when he looked back, you and your things. were gone.

you'd obviously taken that as a que to leave and he was hoping he could get you alone somewhere at this party and slip his number into your pocket.

it was almost 7, fuck he was nervous.

"red are you ready? you're gonna make us late." it was bakugou driving him there tonight, he for sure as fuck wasn't going but he liked to think katsuki cared about him enough to at least watch him inside the building.

"yeah..m' ready, sorry."

he sat in the car in silence, playing with his nails and much to quiet for the regular kirishima should be on the way to a party.

"what up with you?" bakugou askrd gruffly.

kirishima flinched as he spoke. "[Name], is supposed to be here tonight..."

"who?"

"fuck bakugou, the girl i've been crushing on for god knows how long--"

"i'm fuckin' with you, i know her. friends with deku."

kirishima stays silent.

"wait, are you nervous...?" katsuki asks, but kirishima could tell he was teasing. "is my little red seriously scared of a girl! no way, no fuckin way!"

kirishima groans into his palms as they pull up to the front of minas house, by the looks of it there already started, "fuckk."

bakugou laughs, "don't worry man, you'll be fine. and make sure you see her face to face, none of that slip a note pussy shit."

kirishima looked at the car one final time, then he walked in.

❀ ❀ ❀

you didn't arrive untill 10, debating on weather or now you should show up in the first place, you finally decided ( and with a little help from a friend) that you should go and if you hated it you would never have to go again.

kirishima was annoyed and losing hope, he's been here for what felt like hours, anticipating and waiting for your arrival only for denki sero and a lot of B-1 kids he didnt recognize to show up in your place.

he thought when you did finally show up he's be too bored to even try going for you, which he found was completely and utterly wrong.

when you walked through the door, dress short but not too short. jewelry one, a but more makeup than he'd ever seen you with at school he ran and hid in the bathroom for a solid 2 minutes.

fuck you looked good. he refixed his hair and clothes, and alowly creaked the door back open.

you were no where to be found and he didnt't know if that waa a good or bad thing.

them he saw you, surounded by what looked like to be his friends and ones he didn't want you to meet just yet.

"hello, brochachos what's happening." kirishima internally cringed, he's never saud the word brochacho in his life.

denki smirked, "nothin'...brochacho..just making conversation."

kirishima fought not to blush, "right, you having any fun?" he addressed you now, you were even prettier up close.

you blinked, a sudden wave of anxiety washing over you. why was he talking to you? why were any of them talking to you? when his friends had strolled over and introduced themselves you'd been confused on how they knew your name already, you thought they were going to try and humiliate you but they'd only nodded and smiled when you explained Mina was the one who'd invited you. "yeah, uhm it's nice." you mumbled, feeling surrounded by the sudden onslaught of people. "great." denki suddenly yelled "in that case me and my buddies are gonna do body shots, were in the basement if you wanna join." and he yanked sero's body away, leaving you and kirishima to face each other. "you're not gonna go with them...?" you asked you eyes shiny through the lenses. kirishima's heart almost exploded from his chest. "no, i'd rather stay here. if you don't mind." you were silent for a moment. "no, i guess I don't"

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[rileyfilm]

"no therapist would recommend proshipping" expect they do all the time. fiction of ANY kind is recommended as a coping skill often. there's studies (including studies done by universities like HARVARD.) showing how it improved empathy and social skills and memory, helps process trauma, and creating parasocial relationships with fictional characters can literally lead ppl out of depression. there's sooooo many benefits to engaging with all kinds of fiction. is it for everyone? no, definitely not, but then again, there's no coping skill in the entire world that'll help every single person ever.

https://www.google.com/amp/s/jfpenn.com/dark-fiction-j-thorn/amp/

https://phys.org/news/2024-02-teens-benefit-disturbing.amp

https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC7018408/

https://scholars.unh.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1677&context=honors

https://www.diva-portal.org/smash/get/diva2:1634579/FULLTEXT02.pdf

https://www.aetonline.org/images/MEMBER_CENTER_Section/Journal_Docs/2017/38-2/05_ThePowerOfLiteraryFictionForSupportingEmotionalWell-BeingAndSocial-EmotionalLiteracy_SherryLCramer.pdf

and finally, id recommend giving this a read. very educational:

https://academicworks.cuny.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1309&context=jj_etds

1) emotional empathy cannot be learnt. 2) glorifying or positively framing unhealthy, abusive and illegal relationships can encourage harmful behaviour or re traumatize the patient, and therapists have a hard "no harm" duty. 3) I never said therapists didn't encourage writing to cope??? Proshipping isn't about writing??? 4) no. Not all kinds of fiction are good, that's basic common sense I fear. https://authordominicmcgreal.com/what-is-the-criticism-of-dark-romance/, https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/hunger-artist/201809/consuming-fictions-reading-and-eating-disorders, https://editingresearch.byu.edu/tag/love-hurts-identifying-abuse-in-the-virgin-beast-trope-of-popular-romantic-fiction/. 5) now, I assume you do not have a therapist whatsoever because if you even talked about proshipping to them they'd asked if you're ok or if you're doing it yourself.

Then, for the links. https://www.google.com/amp/s/jfpenn.com/dark-fiction-j-thorn/amp/ -> none of the people mentioned here are professional therapists and this site isn't a scientific website so it's not peer reviewed so I shouldn't even talk about it but I am going to do so anyway. The article talks about dark fiction, things such as horror, occult etc. so not proshipping. So off topic.

https://phys.org/news/2024-02-teens-benefit-disturbing.amp the link doesn't work. And the website is about physics, not psychology or therapy. So again, I shouldn't even talk about it.

https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC7018408/ ah! Already better! This one is peer reviewed! But... It talks about reading fiction and doesn't mention proshipping at all!

https://scholars.unh.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1677&context=honors link doesn't work. And it seems to talk about horror anyway, not proshipping.

https://www.diva-portal.org /smash/get/diva2:1634579/FULLTEXT02.pdf not peer reviewed but it's a place for students before being peer reviewed. But... Not about therapy or psychology or proshipping at all! It's about language and learning them!

"https://www.aetonline.org/images/MEMBER_CENTER_Section/Journal_Docs/2017/38-2/05_ThePowerOfLiterary Fiction ForSupporting EmotionalWell-BeingAndSocial-Emotional Literacy_SherryLCramer.pdf" ??? I don't know what ya gave me but I didn't find anything. This time it's peer reviewed but from the name it clearly doesn't talk about proshipping at all.

https://academicworks.cuny.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1309&context=jj_etds doesn't work.

[moviecritc]

✦ ˚ : · PIERCING THROUGH THE HEART · : ˚✦

pairing ☆ roy harper x fem!reader

word count ☆ 1.5K

summary ☆ out of boredom, you conviced roy to let you give him a piercing

warnings ☆ none

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Roy still remembered perfectly the first time you took off your mask —the one that covered your entire face— to reveal your identity to the rest of the Titans. His jaw had dropped slightly. Not just because you were gorgeous, but because you were covered in jewelry. A brow piercing, a silver septum ring, a hoop on your lip, and both ears stacked with piercings in a perfect arrangement, with earrings of different colors and shapes.

You were one of the coolest people he’d ever met. Your sense of humor always made him laugh out loud, you executed your part of the missions flawlessly, and although you sometimes came off a bit distant, whenever you were with Roy, you showed a warmth that completely disarmed him. That mix of mystery and sincerity had him utterly fascinated.

Roy wasn’t exactly sure when the affection he felt for you had gotten out of hand, but he was starting to realize he was looking at you differently. And it didn’t help that you always showed up with those impossible outfits and that attitude like the entire world belonged to you by natural right.

Sometimes, when you were training together in the Titans' training room, he'd find himself watching you a bit too long. He tried to play it off, of course. Or at least he thought he did. But Dick had already elbowed him a couple of times meaningfully, and Kory looked at him with a smile like she knew everything.

Now you had the tower all to yourselves, the rest of the team busy with different missions or personal matters. You’d spent the morning training, making fun of each other, then figuring out how to cook the simplest thing, only to end up ordering takeout.

That night, you both collapsed onto the couch, food on your laps, a movie playing in the background. It was bad. Really bad. The kind that isn’t even funny because of how bad it is. But it didn’t matter. You were comfortable. So was Roy.

Or at least, you both were until you'd been shifting side to side for about twenty minutes, sighing, turning toward him.

"I'm bored," you finally said, letting your head drop onto his shoulder.

Roy smiled without taking his eyes off the screen.

"Yeah, well, the script is a crime."

"I'm not talking about the movie. I mean everything. Bored of not doing anything."

Roy turned his head slightly toward you, just enough to meet your gaze a few inches away.

"You wanna do something?"

Your eyes sparkled with that mischievous expression he already knew meant danger.

"Can I give you a piercing?"

Roy blinked, clearly expecting something else.

"Sorry?"

"A piercing," you repeated naturally. "I’ve got my kit. All clean. All sterilized. I’ve practiced a million times."

You gestured at your rows of piercings. Roy blinked again, he had tattoos, several scars, but it had never occurred to him to get a piercing.

"You did those piercings yourself?" was all he asked, slightly frowning.

You nodded enthusiastically, clearly proud.

"All of them. Well, except the industrial," you said, raising an eyebrow slightly like it was a trophy. "That one hurt like hell. But the rest? Nothing compared to what we do."

Roy stared at you. Your relaxed expression, the way your fingers played with one of your earrings. The heat creeping up his neck wasn’t just from the idea of the piercing, it was from you. From how close you were. From how casually intimate the conversation had become.

"And what kind of piercing do you want to give me?" he asked, a mix of suspicion and curiosity in his voice.

"A small one," you said, sitting on your knees and looking at him more intently. "A hoop on your ear. No big deal. Won’t hurt. And it’s going to look amazing."

Roy hesitated. You were too close. He was feeling too much. But then you did it.

You smiled. That smile of yours that was a little cocky, a little sweet, and he felt all the air in the room collapse into his chest.

"Come on. If you don’t like it, it’ll close in a few weeks."

He felt stupid for taking so long to nod.

Twenty minutes later, you were in your room, sitting across from each other, your tools perfectly laid out on the table. He was trying to stay relaxed, but the way you were so focused, so close, with your cold fingers touching his ear, his pulse was through the roof.

"Which ear do you want it on?" you asked after picking the hoop.

"Which one is the gay ear? I want it the other one," he said completely seriously, like he was making a public statement.

You stared at him in silence for a second. Blinked once. Twice. Then burst out laughing.

"What?" you said, leaning back in laughter. "Did you seriously just say that? What year are you living in, Roy Harper?"

Roy shrugged, half-smiling, with that embarrassed sparkle in his eyes he got when he knew he’d said something dumb but wanted to keep a little dignity.

"I just wanted to avoid any misunderstandings."

"Sweetheart, if someone looks at you because of this piercing, it won’t be a misunderstanding."

You kept laughing as you leaned in again, grabbing his face to examine his ears, unable to hide your amused smirk.

"You're such an idiot sometimes," you whispered with a smile that hit him like a punch to the heart.

"And you're laughing too much," he retorted, raising his eyebrows. "You gonna pierce me or not?"

You rolled your eyes and moved closer, standing between his legs while he remained seated in the chair. You put on the gloves, cleaned the area with soft movements, and even though Roy was trying not to show it, his chest was rising and falling harder than usual.

It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t pain.

It was that you were so close. That your fingers brushed him so delicately. That you focused on him with so much care it felt like… like he was truly being seen. Like no one had ever touched him with that kind of intention before.

"You’re going to feel a little pinch," you whispered, as if that could prepare him.

"Go for it."

And you did. Precise. Fast. Silent.

Roy barely flinched, surprised at how little it hurt. But even more surprised by how you leaned in right after, checking the hoop with your fingers.

"You look… fucking good," you murmured. Your voice had dropped an octave. Your eyes locked onto his. Your hand still resting on his cheek.

Roy didn’t say anything.

He just looked at you.

Like it was the first time. Like he was seeing you in a different light, with a different truth. His pupils dilated, his breathing slow. His eyes so wide, so soft, that for a second, even you froze.

"What?" you asked, almost in a whisper, suddenly shy under that intensity.

Roy swallowed.

"I’ve always liked that you have so many piercings, you know?" he said without thinking too much. He hadn’t even looked at his own yet. "I like the one on your lip."

The redhead gestured shyly toward your lip, pulling his hand back before touching you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Although… doesn’t it get in the way when you kiss someone?"

You raised an eyebrow, not backing off.

"You wanna find out for yourself?"

Silence. You could practically hear his heartbeat. Roy looked you in the eye. Then down to your mouth.

He didn’t respond with words. You were so close, your lips so temptingly near his, that all he could do was nod slightly, as if that were enough to give the universe permission for it to happen.

And you kissed him.

Softly at first, barely a brush, like giving him the chance to back out. But he didn’t. On the contrary, he leaned into it, held your waist with one hand, the other still trembling slightly from gripping the chair as you came closer.

The kiss deepened, slower, loaded with a tension that had built over time and now, finally unraveling, felt endless. Roy wasn’t sure if it was the heat of your mouth or the cold metal of your piercing against his lips, but something in him had ignited like gasoline near a flame.

When you pulled back, only a few centimeters, breathing like it was hard to come back from the moment, Roy looked at you with a mix of disbelief and desire.

"Yup, doesn’t get in the way at all," Roy said, like he’d just confirmed a theory.

You looked down, a little flushed, and as Roy leaned in again, you put both hands on his jaw and turned him toward the mirror. "You like the piercing?"

Roy barely looked at it for a second, of course he liked it. You’d done it.

"I love it. I’m halfway to being as cool as you."

You let out a soft laugh, the one you used when you were too close to taking something seriously but still wanted to play. You stared at him through the mirror with an expression that was a dangerous mix of sweetness and mischief.

"I’m not as cool as you think," you said with a dumb little smile.

"Well, for me, yes, baby," Roy shot back, pulling you closer between his legs. "You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met."

For a second, you didn’t know what to say. That comment caught you off guard. Because people knew you for being sarcastic, for your punk aesthetic, for not letting anyone get too close. But Roy always found a way to see through the smoke.

"You’re so silly," you said, running a hand through his hair. "How long have you liked me?"

"I’m not gonna answer that," Roy started. "’Cause it was embarrassingly soon."

[kittynannygaming]

[The Sandman] Blooming red

Title : Blooming red

Fandom : The Sandman

Characters : Dream of the Endless|Morpheus, Robert ‘Hob’ Gadling

Pairing : Dream of the Endless|Morpheus/Robert ‘Hob’ Gadling

Since he saw him in his dream, Hob was worried about is friend. He tried to reach out while sleeping with no success, until one night.

“He’s going to be the death of me…” Two weeks. Two weeks since he had saw his friend in his dream and woke up to this amazing bottle of wine. Two weeks since he had been worried sick about his friend’s fate. Two weeks since he had tried every way known to humanity to force his dream a certain way. And nothing!

But Hob Gadling wasn’t a quitter! Audrey saw him distressed, tried to know what was happening. Hob briefly told her about his friend’s farewell and how worried he was. And he talked and talked and talked. It was when he described Morpheus that everything clicked in Audrey’s mind. Hob tried to deny that he was in love with his best friend, told her that he only had female partners but Audrey would have none of that.

“You may be not be attracted to men, Bobby but you’re certainly attracted to him. He may be the only man you’ll be ever in love with but you’re in love with him.” She encouraged him to seek his friend, to have a talk and to decide, once they had a real, deep conversation. Easier said than done! He went to bed and tried another technic to have a lucid dream. Hopefully, this one would work.

Do you know this sensation when you were about to sleep but you were falling and suddenly you wake up. Yes, that awful thing. That what happened to him except he didn’t wake up in his bed, he was in a large room, in the shadows, and his friend was there. He was washing his bloody hands and crying until he let out the most heartbroken sorrowful cry Hob ever heard. Without even thinking he was in front of his friend and took Morpheus’ hands in his. Dream looked up and found his immortal friend in front of him.

He opened his mouth but he could only say...

… was Hob only answer. He saw the grief on Morpheus’ face. He would help his friend until he was better and only then he would try to talk about his own feelings.

Since he was dreaming, he made a towel appears and dried his grieving friend’s hands. “Hob, you don’t have to…”

“I want it. Now, tell me where your rooms are. You need familiarity and comfort right now.” Dream sanded them in his chambers.

Completely surprised by Hob’s presence, Dream could only let Hob take care of him. It was when Hob’s hand petted his head than the emotions got too strong again and he began to cry. It took what seemed hours for Dream to be able to tell Hob what happened.

“I killed my son, Hob. What sort of parent do that?”

“A loving one. Your son was tired, his situation was unfair. You gave him peace.”

“The Kindly Ones are not going to be as considerate as you. I’ve spilled family blood, I’m going to die Hob.” Something in Hob tightened.

“No. NO! I refuse. You’re a going to live. I’m not going to let some entities decide your fate. I won’t loose you too!” Dream put his hand on Hob’s face.

“My knight… Always coming in my defence.” Hob looked at him desperately.

“Always. You know it, right? Always.” Dream smiled sadly.

“You’re one of the best thing that ever happened to me.” He kissed the immortal and they spent the night together, a night full of love with no time to bloom.

When Hob woke up the morning after, he cried like he had not done since Eleanor, his baby and Robyn’s death. A few days later, he woke up from Morpheus’ funeral. He didn’t want to but he promised his friend’s soul that he would live. After a shower and a quick breakfast, he decided to write in his journal. He was just beginning when the doorbell rang.

Frowning, since he didn’t expect anyone, he went to open the door but couldn’t say anything after seeing who was his visitor.

“Hello, Hob. Might I intrude?”

“I’m not dreaming, am I?”

“You are not.”

With the biggest smile on their face, Hob let him in, knowing there would be a story behind his arrival. But he knew one thing for certain, they were not going to be apart any time soon.

@dragonnan's art, bedroom

[merge-conflict]

For a man supposedly having second thoughts, Takemura didn’t budge an inch, lips still on her neck and his thigh in between her legs. “Because you are…unwell. You should be resting.”

“I don’t want to rest. If I’m going to die I want to go out on a good note.”

“You are not going to die.”

“So say I live,” V said. Her voice was bitter but she was still curling around him like she thought he might actually pull away. “Then we’ll have plenty of time to catch up, will we?”

She never missed her mark when she was being nasty, but Takemura was clearly used to taking it on the chin. After a short, tense silence all he had to say was, “And Silverhand?”

Johnny would have preferred not being mentioned at all. He wasn’t going to ruin V’s chance at getting some decent head, especially considering her mood, but she had such shitty taste in men. And women, come to think of it. Cars. Clothing. Just a complete fucking gonk, from top to bottom. Sometimes made him wonder why he bothered.

<Don't say I never did nothing for you.>

“Forget about Johnny,” she said. “Is he the only one who gets to enjoy himself?”

“Mm.” Takemura sighed, making her shiver. “I think not.”

It was a bit of deja vu, to feel the old dog kissing her neck, the rasp of his beard over skin still sensitive from Kerry’s attention the night before. V had her eyes closed, so it was easy, even, to imagine it was Kerry back at it. Like it was Kerry’s hand skimming down over his bony rib cage and soft stomach, reaching the sickly hollow of his hip and dipping under the towel.

The illusion was shattered, of course, when V opened her eyes again to watch Takemura unwrap her like she was some expensive gift. But by then Johnny was already swimming too deep in her hormones, rapt with attention as Takemura began following the same trail his fingers had made with his mouth. Unlike Kerry he wasn’t the least bit surprised or bothered by her untamed bush, but then again he clearly already knew his way around.

V made a sound deep in her throat when he kissed her clit, eyes sliding closed again even as she bucked her hips. Johnny wondered if a brain dance could really replicate this feeling– he was always entwined with V in her head, but she was usually so damn miserable. And everything had always had that awful lag, like stuttering video over a bad connection. But now she was lit up like a Christmas tree, and for the first time they were burning in perfect sync, a bomb primed and clock ticking down.

[navree]

"rhaenys could have ended the war by dracarysing all the greens right there" yes because a distant relation to the throne deciding to barbecue an anointed and publicly positively hailed king and his entire family who is well loved within the city and in multiple other parts of the country for the sake of the succession of a far-away princess no one was ever on board with who hasn't been seen by the populace in literal years, her psycho husband, her three obvious bastards, and two toddlers from the psycho husband would go over super well with westeros and especially in king's landing where scores of the still-cheering population were killed for no reason by that same dragon who would do the barbecuing, because when targaryens act unilaterally without thinking of how the people would react there's never any problem, which is why the storming of the dragonpit and robert's rebellion were actually just collective delusions dreamed up by readers who hate rhaenyra and not key parts of the story and house targaryen's history that directly contributed to their demise and are intrinsic to the plot

truly team black stans are made up of only the most genius and media literate amongst us

[faunandfloraas]

Clicking on any video with lee know in it and seeing 400 million "Wow his visual is no joke. He is most visual member. Do you guys even know he is conventionally attractive? Because he is visually conventional attractive. It's time for his kdrama. He is kdrama visual. He should be acting in kdrama bc he is conventionally attractive." Girl be quiet

[aluria-sevhex]

>makes biggest ongoing project tied to a piece of media with a high barrier to entry that most of my irl friends don't give a shit about

>don't want to share all (i do share some) of the proper writing for it with online friends until it's time for the actual project to actually exist

>share with irl friends and my boyfriend

>lack of response from most people

>it's not even been 24 hours since sharing

>starts having A Big Fucking Moment over it

>ishestupid.jpg

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

today just will not let me rest huh. reasons are in the tags but i get very emotional just be warned

[pumpk-n]

finally in the part of the depressive episode where i am giving up on explaining anything to anyone for the non-responsiveness of my journal - thank fuck

[lesenbyan]

yanno, for a show that seemed to always be running when i was growing up (disclaimer; I did not grow up with the channel; I only had access when visiting my mom's parents if they were even in the same state) Danny Phantom really is a short show, huh?