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sword-faerie · 2 months ago

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dear faeries,

I think I see my life clearer now than I have ever been able to before but I want to explain why I think this is so that way I can use this as a little cheatsheet if things ever ever get bad for me again! here we go

health

this is the first year I've ever considered my physical health for this long in a proactive way and I think my biggest takeaways are that it's no one's business what I'm doing #1 and #2 movement & physical exercise helps me personally so much (dancing, walking, running) and #3 if you feel like you need a more rigorous diet/workout to get through something emotionally um pls just do it because you didn't know it before but the result of this for you? is actually abs ♡ lmao

my mental health dipped all the way down, shot way waaaaaay too far confusingly and egotistically up and is now finally settling in this kind of mid range or grey area I feel the most comfortable existing in lol

I think this mid realm is a good state because it keeps me in a space where I can be humble and empathetic to the ever evident displays of hardship or struggle but not to the extent where I neglect to ever shine my own light or get locked in time frozen in fear. Just healthy boundary setting in a nutshell.

I've learned to focus on the truthful, the joyful, and the meaningful. The blanket label "happiness" is not for me ♡ as an artist, a person with my past, and someone who feels super super deeply I think this is something I'm meant to accept and if anything it's made me "happier" in theory to accept the melancholic rhythms that my mind and body naturally exute.

Now my joyfullness when it comes is all real without fabrication and performance so the evidence is surely there. I think this was the right thing. it feels best to be a melancholically "happy" girl ♡

family

because I've been hurt so dreadfully by my family I wanted to survive without them and to reject them and label myself as "other" and "different" when the reality is they are who I've come from

I cannot acknowledge the desire to be different without acknowledging that I am the same (at least in origin) and that my dna HAS INFORMATION for me

but what's beautiful about today that was not there in the past is my forgiveness. my forgiveness and acceptance and willingness to see both the dark and light aspects of my family. I'm happy about this and happy that because of this I now have family I'm proud to claim.

purpose

the question of life this one..

in early conversations with my ex we would talk about why we thought we were put on this planet and he would always say just to "enjoy it" and I always thought that was the lamest most self serving wish but what if "enjoyment" isn't selfish. It's what people enjoy that can become selfish.

I know I was meant to create art and stand with the environmental earth. I know I was meant to love what i love in some fashion of my very own unique way.

I was not meant to be just coasting through or waiting for nothing indefinitely or even leaving well enough alone lol.

I was born with the ability to create positive change in the areas I care for if I just believe and I think I'm pretty on track right now if I just keep moving forward ✨️ It's okay if your purpose looks different from outside wandering eyes. I can feel it's bright light clear as day and that's what matters at the end of the day. I have vision!

learning

reading essentially an extreme spiritual-psych book SPECIFICALLY written for and by women ruined most other self help books for me and honestly a lot of books for me in general. it changed my life ♡ now I'm very discerning about the books and content that I consume, I stuck the library back deep into my routine which is awesome being able to read everyday whatever I want in a quiet peaceful place and I've been feeding on the romantic aspect of planning some/having dates there soon, very very very forever pro-library ♡

I think media for me should only be used for self expression, connection, and inspiration. I am challenging myself to trust more in the information that can be accumulated elsewhere and also through play and experience over mindlessly paying attention to and feeding online outlets, the internet is getting scary

relationships

I think the things I've always felt were true about me are still true today which is that I just do very well in solitude and I'm unpracticed on how to love well outside of that safe space and up to the level of expectation most people expect and prefer. my affections are often perceived as that of like a baby candle? nothing groundbreaking but still slightly warm lol nice for a while but could blow out at any time leaving many out in the cold

I in fact cannot bond well easily to everyone and the only thing I think that will continue to hold me back is choosing individuals who aren't gonna benefit from my very slow very unfeeding love style and whoever I am trying to force a bond while skipping ever truly being known, is just not gonna happen.

ALSO NO DUOS YOU WILL NOT IN YOUR CURRENT STATE OF BEING SURVIVE THE EXPECTATION OF TRYING TO BE IN A DUO. YOUR SPIRIT WILL DIE AND SO WILL THE FRIENDSHIP, AND IT'LL BE SAD FOR EVERYONE FOREVER.

i feel faith that my next relationships will actually be some matches made in heaven but without any of all the fantasy

and I think its because I've finally begun advocating for who I really am and what I really do and don't want and what I really can and can't do that maybe others can.

Being honest and upfront about that is gonna be a key and the louder and clearer I am about this, the faster I'll be able to attract my most desired and destined platonic opportunities ♡ pls just love you & stay true to you ♡

you won the relationship game by bagging your soulmate early but don't neglect the fun of this part settling into the comfort of having it so young

you're with the love of your life!! don't shy and scare away!!

you can now do all the beautiful things you've always wondered and dreamed about in love!!

enjoy him and enjoy eachother in this life, this is such a blessing I pray I never take for granted 🩷

focus

my focus is honestly pretty solid but some things to be mindful of is resting when I'm wounded or pained in any way because continuing anything while in harms way kills the ultimate longevity of my focus and will eventually 100% cause a crash out. also the phones nowadays are literally causing soul famine, blindness, and media disease so watch ya back with the tech shit it's getting absolutely heartless and scary out here.

creativity

it's safe to feel pride HERE.

I was born a creative but didn't understand what the power of that really meant because feeling pride as an artist is so embarrassing and pretentious in this lifetime but it's something that exists inarguably in me and it could be a gift to the world if I learn to use it to tell the right stories and convey the right colors

overall

even though your spark is tiny, it is mighty. a lot of inner change has already taken place you thought never ever would, keep listening to it and allowing yourself it's natural and residual fade and grow life cycle.

in you, however big or small..

there is a🕯light that never goes out ✨️

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terkoff · 1 year ago

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TERKINA WINCHELL is a 28 year old SHAPESHIFTER based on TERK from TARZAN. They are a MUSIC STORE EMPLOYEE with THE POWER OF SHIFTING. They use SHE/THEY pronouns, and most of their memories are intact.

terk doesn't know much outside of their village. up until following taran into evermore, they expected life to be the way it had always been; keeping the buildings from leaking, tending to crops, making sure their little society continued to function. they had no plans for the future aside from taking care of their family when they got old.

now that they're in evermore they have to admit, they're not sure if that is what they want anymore. the world has so much more to offer than they ever knew. they don't want to be away from their family, and they often wonder if they fit in with the people here or stick out like a sore thumb... but they don't think they'd be satisfied going back to the way things were before.

if you call them terkina, there's a good chance you're getting punched. two people are allowed to call them that, and it's their mother, who named them, and taran. and he's still getting punched. but he won't get punched as hard.

terk isn't really looking for a relationship or hookups or anything of the sort, but they are into women and non-binary. no men.

while they're bitter at the way taran seemed to turn his back on everything he'd known... they don't hate people. they understand why their mother did, why she warned them humanity was dangerous. but it's hard to look at taran and even jane and think that people are evil.

they're not out here telling everyone they're a shifter, they're not stupid... but they also don't believe most people would harm them for being one and it seems just as bad to see them all in one light as humans seeing shifters the same way.

emotions aren't easy for them. they're usually pretty content, joyful, even; but when negativity strikes, they are much better at being mad or annoyed than anything else. and that's how hurt feelings present themselves. if someone were to see them crying, they might actually die.

they can be quite satirical. it's a coping mechanism.

terk absolutely loves music. it was something that was limited back at home and the biggest pro of being away. getting a job at a music store was a no brainer and while they cannot play any of the instruments, that does not stop them from fucking around with them anytime it's slow enough to do so.

they've started quite a record collection so far. their first purchase was a vintage record player they found in a thrift shop, and since then they've made a trip to the record store every payday!

terk does not get made up often, if ever. their preferred style is casual. tomboyish, no makeup. baggy tees, jeans, worn down sneakers. they don't care to look... fancy. no point.

would do anything for their boys. no one hurts Taran or Tanton and walks away unscathed.

they love having fun. especially if it gets the heart pumping. they feel they missed out on a lot and now is time to make up for that.

they are not one to turn down a dare, only worrying in the aftermath about it being dangerous. act first, think later! their... unfortunate... motto.

to sum them up, they are a stubborn, loyal-to-a-fault, fun-loving, adrenaline-chasing, refusing-to-admit-they-care wise ass.

#evermorehqsintro

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alovesongshewrote · 2 years ago

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Slightly Stabbed | The Lost Boys x Reader

Plot: you get a little bit stabbed. oopsie? [The Lost Boys x GN!Reader]

Word count: 3807

Warnings: first aid, stab wounds, blood, the reader has some issues but it's ok

A/N: this is literally a fanfic in headcanon form, holy fuck. tumblr almost couldn’t handle this thicc thing

Sooooooo, here’s the thing about dating a group of vampires

They uh

They can smell blood

AND I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING, BUT WE AREN’T GOING THERE

At least not today

No, today we’re discussing the fun challenge that is Hiding Your Stab Wound From Your Four Boyfriends

(five boyfriends if you want to add michael, and five boyfriends one girlfriend if you want to add star)

Either way

All these bitches can smell your blood, which makes hiding injuries Difficult

It literally doesn’t matter how little blood there is, the second that red shit escapes your flesh prison, they Know

It makes papercuts very difficult, because you’ll be reading, you’ll get the papercut, and then one or more of them will just Appear behind you like

“Hi, could I offer you a band-aid? Or perhaps you could offer to give me a sip of your blood?”

It’s a fuckin

Process

Also, RIP to you if you ever get scratched in the face by something, because some of these fuckers

(paul and marko)

Will just

Lick your face

They don’t even give any warning, they’ll just lick you

It’s

It’s an experience, to be sure

It’s even more of an experience if you go with the idea that they have forked tongues

But anyway, we aren’t here to talk about little injuries

We’re here to talk about Stab Wounds and How To Hide Them

Short answer: you can’t hide them.

Aaand that’s it, thanks for coming to the TEDTalk everyone, rmr to like and subscribe, blah blah blah

Long answer:

Let’s start with how you got the stab wound

Because that’s very important

Now

There are lots of ways to get stabbed

The boardwalk isn’t the safest place

And i mean, you’ve seen the “people are strange” sequence, there are missing posters fucking everywhere

And yeah, all that murder that could be just the boys, but also

There could be other killers wandering around, you don’t know

There are also vampire hunters

And random delinquents

And people who just

Don’t Like The Boys

And by association, don’t like you

Whatever it is, whoever stabs you

They manage to get you one of the few times you’re on the boardwalk alone

To any passers by, it just looks like a fist fight- probably something that came out of harsh words and youthful anger

But alas, the sharp stinging in your side says something else

Actually, it’s less saying something else, and more screaming it

Nevertheless, you manage to fight off your attacker, and then you’re left standing on the boardwalk, your hands covered in blood as you try to put pressure on your wound

It’s a very strange experience

You’ve got a hole

In your side

You’re leaking blood

And you almost don’t know what to do next

But you know you can’t exactly go home like this, so you end up walking through the crowds on the boardwalk, fighting off shock and trying to ignore the bright lights and joyful screams around you as you try to find a bathroom to clean up in

If anyone notices that you’re hurt, you don’t notice them

Eventually, you find a bathroom, and once inside, you lock the door behind you and take a look in the mirror

As you stare down your reflection, you silently pray that the wound looks worse than it is

In part because it looks really bad

Like, bad enough to freak you out

But you’ve also got your fingers crossed that it looks worse than it is because, uh

If you die alone in a random boardwalk bathroom, David will kill you.

And yeah, the thought of an angry david sobers you up pretty quickly

You start doing first aid on yourself

You’re no pro, but you do your best with what you have

You clean the excess blood off of your wound with paper towels and tap water

At first you’re so focused on speed that you forget to be gentle

You regret it

But you quickly learn how to get shit done efficiently without needlessly torturing yourself

And thank fucking god, the wound does actually look worse than it is

The stab wound isn’t deep, and it didn’t hit anything important

It’s just gross

Once the bleeding stops, you frantically wash all of the blood off of your skin

And then you realize that you don’t have much to patch yourself up with

You end up using your jacket, which was already stained with your blood beyond repair

You rip it up for bandages, and then you realize that you’re uh

You’re probably going to have to get another shirt

Because yours has Noticeable Bloodstains

And not only will your Vampires notice that

But so will the General Public

So yeah, you buy a dumb t-shirt from the boardwalk

It says, “i survived the murder capital of the world and all i got was this stupid t-shirt”

You find it hilariously ironic that you are using this shirt to hide the fact that you almost didn’t survive the murder capital of the world

Anyway

You yeet your old shirt into a random fire, and then you head on back to the cave, hoping for the best

(hoping for the best here means: hoping that you don’t start bleeding again)

You don’t

And hey, when you get to the cave, it looks like the no one’s home

So that’s another win for you!

You walk on in and let yourself collapse onto one of the couches

And i mean, you instantly regret it, because ow

But it’s nice to feel something soft and comfortable after the time you had

You can’t relax, though

For one thing, every time you close your eyes you’re back there

Either getting stabbed by a stranger on the boardwalk, or shaking in the bathroom trying not to bleed out

You can feel your breath coming faster as the adrenaline in your system fades away and you start to realize that you were just stabbed

Someone pulled a knife on you, and they stabbed you

They could have killed you, you could have died, and you’re lucky you didn’t, but also, you’re not super lucky because you still got stabbed

And you really liked the shirt that you had to burn

And for another thing

There’s a vampire standing in front of you

When you open your eyes it makes you jump and scream a little

Which irritates your stab wound

Which makes you scream more and curl in on yourself

It’s very confusing to poor paul, who was already very confused because he could smell your blood even though none of your vampires bit you that day

Also, it’s not super relevant but you should know: he does kind of look like the “mom i frew up” meme

Or at least he does at first

Because the second you start to curl in on yourself, he is on you

Usually he’d apologize for startling you, but right now? Right now he can tell something’s up

Your boys might be dumbasses, but they’re more than smart enough to know when something is wrong

So, paul goes all

“Hey pretty thing, are you okay? What’s wrong?”

And you

You don’t want paul to worry, and you don’t want him to get mad at you for letting yourself get stabbed

And you really don’t want to talk about your stab wound in general

You just want paul to go so that you can have a panic attack over it in peace

But he doesn’t go

So you respond with

“I’m fine! Totally, totally fine, I just slept on my side weird and it’s bugging me, that’s all”

And y’know what, you’re actually mildly convincing

Too bad he can smell your blood

Thanks to that fun vampiric trait, he knows you aren’t telling him the truth

So, he leans in a little further, eyebrows furrowed, and he says

“You can tell me, baby. What’s wrong?”

Luckily (depending on who you ask) you don’t have to answer him, because marko drops into the cave

Yeaaaah, you were lucky enough to come home like, two minutes before the boys did

Rip

Anyway, it doesn’t take marko long to notice the scene on the couch

You’re curling up into the armrest and paul is leaning over you

It looks weird

And

You’re clutching your side

And paul looks concerned, so like i said, these boys may have like, three solid brain cells between them (three and a half if you want to count star) but they fucking Know when something’s up

Especially when something’s up with you

So, marko bounces over

And now he’s asking what’s wrong

He leans over the armrest of the couch

So he’s standing like, behind your head

And he asks, “What’s up, hot stuff?”

You lean your head back so you can look at him, you roll your eyes at the pet name, and again you say

“I’m fine. Paul’s just being a dick”

And paul, who now looks majorly offended, collapses onto the couch by your feet and goes

“I am not! I’m being a concerned boyfriend, you’re being a dick!”

Paul picked the wrong place to sit, because you kick him in the leg as hard as you can without hurting yourself

It’s not super hard, but paul acts like you stabbed him, ironically enough

While you and marko grin at his dramatics, david and dwayne drop into the cave

And uhhh, they’re much harder to distract, so good luck with that

Literally from the second they get into the cave, they’re both honed in on the smell of your blood

They make their way towards the couch you’re all crowded on, and as they do, david says

And he projects a bit, so the sound echos off the cave walls

“Why do I smell blood? Paul, Marko, did you start something without us?”

His tone is chiding, maybe a little teasing

But the second he sees their faces, his taunting demeanor drops to something much scarier

Concern

And now david says your name

And his voice gets a little deeper as he asks you why he can smell your blood

As you struggle to come up with an answer, david and dwayne make their way over to the couch

Dwayne, Known Sweet Boy, comes up behind the couch, takes your hand and kisses it

He doesn’t ask you anything, but he also doesn’t let go of your hands

You don’t look at his face

If you look at his face, you know he’s going to look back at you with an expression that is 100% concerned puppy dog, and you will crack like an egg and tell them everything

And then it’ll become a huge deal

And they won’t leave you alone

And you’ll probably cry in front of them

And you’ll make them waste their night taking care of you

And then you’ll get yelled at for being stupid, so no

You do not look at dwayne

Instead, you focus your attention on paul, who’s focusing on david, who’s focusing on you

And for a second, everything is silent

Then david kneels at your side which is fuckin

Rare

He likes to feel tall, kneeling is the Opposite of that

But he does it nonetheless

And he says your name again, and you Don’t Look At Him, you just keep your gaze straight and pretend to be somewhere else

Of course he says your name again, sounding more irritated this time

And he asks

“Why can we smell blood outside of the cave?”

And you relent a bit by answering

“Hey, it’s not like I’ve never bled around you before. Remember that time I fell? Or the time I gouged my shin open? Or the time one of the pigeons bit me?”

Yeahhh, even you know it’s a stupid argument

No matter how much blood you’ve lost around them, you know it doesn’t match this

And marko puts your thoughts to words

He legit says

“Yeah, but it’s never been this bad before, babe. What’s wrong?”

And after that you’re just

Bombarded with the boys asking some variation of “What’s wrong?” over and over

You cling to dwayne’s hand as their voices start to overwhelm you

But then he pulls away

And you just can’t take it anymore

So you yell

And you don’t mean to yell it, you just want to be heard

“OKAY, OKAY, fine, I’ll tell you”

They shut up, and instantly your voice drops like

A million decibels

As you say

“I… I may have been… lightly stabbed.”

There’s a beat of silence and then

“I’m sorry, you were STABBED?”

Dwayne breaks his silence, looking horrified, which is almost funny, because you know his methods of killing are a little more brutal than “stab the victim with a knife”

But then again, he’s never tried to kill you, so

Anyway, dwayne’s outburst is followed by paul and marko both shrieking some form of “excuse me”

(“I’M SORRY, WHAT?” and an actual, “EXCUSE ME?” respectively)

David is silent now as the other three just

Lose their shit

Paul is demanding to know where the wound is

Marko fucks off to go hunt for first aid supplies, but you can still hear him shouting about it

Dwayne has taken your hand back and he looks into your eyes as he asks

“Who did this to you?”

And quietly, you go

“Some douchebag on the boardwalk- look, guys, I was only lightly stabbed-”

And there’s another outburst

Paul and marko both yell that being “lightly” stabbed still isn’t good

Dwayne looks like he might kill someone or start crying, you aren’t sure which, maybe both

And that’s when david grabs your jaw

He’s surprisingly gentle with you- though, considering the stab wound, maybe that isn’t really a surprise

Either way

David makes you look at him, and he asks you

In a voice he reserves for quiet moments, which this isn’t, and special occasions, which this technically is

“Where’s the wound, baby?”

With a sigh, you tear your eyes from his and gingerly lift up your new shirt to reveal a blood-soaked makeshift bandage, which itself covers the shallow wound in your side

Haha, fuck

You wince at the sight of it

But your boys remain stone faced- if anything, they look angry

Except for paul, who also winces, but in a split second he goes from wincing to pissed like everyone else

And you let out a groan, because this is the one thing you were trying to avoid

Anger and concern

Just as you open your mouth to apologize, marko slams a small box of first aid stuff on the floor by the couch

You move to reach for it, but instantly, several pairs of hands are on you, pushing you (gently) back onto the couch

You

Roll Your Eyes

Fuckin vampires, always treating you like glass

“Hey, I’m not four years old,” you say, trying to sit up again, “I can treat my own stab wound”

Yeah, as you say it you manage to catch just how absurd your words sound

‘I can treat my own stab wound’ who says that?

You do, i guess

And you intend to follow through, but hey

You get pushed back down again

“Stay still, wouldya? Goddamn,” Marko fuckin growls as he pins your shoulders down, “We’re trying to help you, so stop moving.”

You give a very defiant wiggle. No one is amused but you.

With an irritated sigh, you resign yourself to staying on the couch

But it doesn’t stop you from trying to get them to leave you alone

“Look, guys, I’m fine. Don’t you have anything better to do than poke at me? Seriously-”

“Ha, you’re cute,” the response comes from paul this time

Paul who has, by the way, taken to holding your legs hostage

He continues with a very blunt

“But seriously, shut the fuck up and let us fix this, ‘kay?”

You glare at him, but with your legs and shoulders pinned, it’s not like you have much of a choice

So you just

Lie there

And try to pretend that this whole thing doesn’t make you want to break down crying because fuck, you couldn’t just almost get murdered, you also had to be a burden

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

As you lie on the couch, the night’s events replay in your head

And as your emotions build, every shitty thing that happened to you that particular week also replay in your head

As marko starts to patch you up, and dwayne takes over pinning your shoulders down, and david starts plotting the murder of whoever did this out loud, you just

Try to stop them from seeing that you are Not Doing Okay

And here comes second, even tougher challenge:

Hiding Your Feelings From Your Four Boyfriends

Yeahhh, you fail at this one, too

Paul notices the tears in your eyes right the fuck away

It helps that he’s looking at your face, and not focusing on the marko medical drama going on at your side

He reaches up towards your face and he just says

In the softest fucking voice

“Hey, what’s wrong baby?”

And you just

Snap

The tears come to the front, just a bit, but it doesn’t stop you from yelling

“Jesus fuck, CAN YOU ALL JUST FUCK OFF SO I CAN CRY ABOUT THIS ALONE? Go hunt, or something, just- just go away.”

…

They do not just go away

They don’t really know what to do with that

They just know that you’re hurting and it’s bad

And they Don’t want to leave you alone

So instead, paul and dwayne give your leg and shoulder a squeeze, respectively

In like, emotional solidarity

And david leans in towards you so that you can hear him say

“If one of us was stabbed, you would be upset, right?”

You nod and he continues

“So why is it any different for you? You’ve been stabbed, you’re allowed to have emotions.”

You’re in the middle of processing that when marko

dear marko

Gives your shoulder a very awkward pat and says

“Besides, crying is sexy!”

And he states it so matter-of-factly

And he does it with this little smile, that you’re sure is supposed to be comforting, but oh my god

David smacks him on the back of the head for that while you just

Start to giggle

It’s which devolves to a weird mix of laughter and tears

It’s like

Mostly laughter

Meanwhile, paul just starts to openly mock marko for his, “crying is sexy” comment

And before you know it, your side is properly bandaged up

Yay!

But of course, it isn’t over

Less yay!

You’re finally allowed to sit up, and immediately paul yoinks you into his side

He clings to you a little bit, too, like he’s not sure he’ll get to hold you ever again

And yknow what it makes sense, you’re human, and fleshy, and easily breakable, and you got stabbed

He’s allowed to be freaked out, too. They all are

Anyway

The second you’re up, david is on his knees in front of you again

His hands are on your thighs, and now it’s his turn to ask

“Now tell us, baby- who did this to you?”

You give them best description you can, and just like that, they’re all headed for the exit

Except for paul, who’s still clinging to you

But before they can leave you call out to them

And you say, “I’m sorry.”

Every single one of them freezes

The next voice you hear is david’s

He asks

“Why would you apologize?”

And you take a second to answer

Because in your head you have several answers for him, but it is

Very difficult to express them out loud

And as you figure out how the fuck you’re gonna verbalize any of your feelings, the boys come right back to you

Marko plops down on your other side, dwayne stands behind you, and again, david is in front of you

But you can really only focus on david, because once again, he’s on his knees with his hands on your thighs, and he’s looking at you with a mix of confusion and sadness that you rarely see on his face

And finally you say:

“I- um. I’m making all of you worry. And it was stupid of me to get stabbed in the first place, because I could’ve gotten myself killed, and then I fucking cried everywhere, and-”

And that’s where you get cut off

Because david leans in (and moves his hands up your thighs) and he says

“Now, why would you ever apologize for all of that?”

You look up and meet his eyes as he continues, but he’s turning to look at the boys around you as he says

“I mean, if we apologized for being stupid then Paul and Marko would never stop apologizing- and if we had to apologize for getting stabbed, well-”

Everyone looks at marko

And that little shit just grins like he didn’t almost get murdered by a bunch of teenagers, and he says

“I’m not apologizing for that.”

It’s a little shit thing to say, but david nods and says, “Exactly, so you don’t apologize either. It’d be stupid to apologize, okay?”

You nod a little bit, and he smiles and says

“That’s it, babe,” he kisses you on the forehead and he stands

“Now if you’ll excuse us, we have to go commit a murder. We’ll be back, don’t go anywhere. Paul, you’re good staying?”

Paul promptly buries his face in your shoulder and gives david a thumbs up

Marko stands up, stretches, and starts to bounce away

Dwayne leans down and kisses your temple before he also walks away

Marko then runs back to you to kiss your cheek (he got excited about the oncoming murder)

Aaand that leaves you and paul alone

You turn to face him

(you fail, because he’s not going to move his face from your shoulder until he wants to_

And you ask

“Hey, don’t you want to go do some murder? Doesn’t murder sound fun?”

And i mean it does

But that’s not the answer you get

The answer you get is a very stressed sounding

“IF YOU PEOPLE KEEP GETTING STABBED, I’M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO MURDER BECAUSE EVERYONE I LOVE WILL BE STABBED.”

Yep, you and marko really did a number on this poor guy

So, that starts challenge three

Not Getting Stabbed For The Mental Health Of Your Four Boyfriends

It’s an easier challenge, you succeed at this one

Idk about marko tho, marko’s probably gonna get stabbed again. Not necessarily by a person. Maybe by a fence.

anyway

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x gender neutral reader #tlb x reader #poly!the lost boys x reader #tlb david x reader #tlb paul x reader #tlb dwayne x reader #tlb marko x reader #poly!tlb x reader

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pufflocks · 4 years ago

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Hello again Zen! First I just wanna say that you don’t need to apologize about what happened to the other fic. If you ever feel like you wanna reattempt it, just tell me and I’ll send it again. This request is also smut like the last one and I hope that’s ok!

So Bakugou, known by the public as the pro hero Dynamight, has been having it tough at work the past 2 weeks. He knew that technically it was partly his fault. You see, Bakugou is in a secret relationship with one of Japan’s most mischievous villains. Y/n L/n. (Male Reader) Y/n was in reality not necessarily a villain. He was seen as one, but he had never actually killed anybody. He was more the type to steal, start some fights/trouble and occasionally blow up some place. He was more mischievous than evil. Though Bakugou knew that Y/n wasn’t as bad as everyone thought, and he knew that Y/n did love him. He just had a bit of history.. With that being said: Bakugou had been having it rough lately because his secret boyfriend had been at it like crazy. He also knew that Y/n was intentionally making things difficult for him. So when he was on his patrol and got an emergency signal about trouble just a few blocks away, boy was he ready to hunt Y/n down! Once he saw him he immediately chased him into an alleyway. Y/n had escaped and ran into an abandoned apartment. He thought he was safe. But when he turned around, he wasn’t so lucky. Shit.. Bakugou was ready to completely ravage and take out all of his frustrations on Y/n, as he had him trapped with nowhere to run.

This one could be considered Revenge/Angry S*x. It’s not non-con since Y/n clearly knew what he was in for, and Bakugou wouldn’t do anything incase Y/n seriously stopped him. The request was kinda long, sorry about that lol. If you don’t feel like writing it then it’s fine, and if you’d like to switch some things up then feel free to do so! Also, don’t feel rushed and take your time. Have a nice day/night! :>

Summary: I'm not a dark blogger, but this req is honestly too amazing. I will change some things as to not make it exactly dark though— And thank you for being patient with me and the recent incident. 💛

Warnings: NFSW • proof read • Aged up • mild angst{?}

Cast: Villian!M!Reader x Pro hero!Bakugou

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Y/N L/N. A name that was a hassle to spit out. Your name was spoke like a horrid sickness spreading west to east. All you were was some mildly lowlife starting cat fights on the streets of Japan. It usually happens at night, and that's also when you strike 24 hour open corner stores. Quite fun to be honest. Your skill being up to par of a spy since your original outing clothing you were seen with was mostly black. Your hair was dyed a certain way after a long past incident though, kinda making you stick out overall you camflouged into the night.

Your pro hero, hot headed, stress filled, boyfriend however, was gold spoon in it's prime. A pro hero who was rich with fame. Oh god he had it all in your eyes. You sometimes cried with tears of joyfulness just at the mere slick thought you were dating him. Not no female who just as good looking, like Creati. No, none of that. It's not like he would change that spite his efforts of frustration with your recent activities these part two years.

The streets are terrific to you for these two years though. Everything is nearly breakable and easily fixed with community money. You would think it was community money atleast. All is good since you made sure to leave your mark with explosives.

Hence your love and passion for your lover, you would smuggle cheap fireworks and set them off at random areas of the late hours. The most recent one being pulled off near a school and and anyone could imagine how the headlines went. The news was erratic with wow and terror of where the explosion even came from, who set it off. Little did they obviously not know —

It was pro hero, Katsuki Bakugous boyfriend.

On to other things. Bakugou was in a meeting. Apparently he was being caught up with some warning of a manic villain roaming the streets and city alone.

"So what ?" The room was silent as all eyes transferred front to the back where he sat. Eye bags slightly visible of how stressed he really was after the news confirmed he was.

A co-worker of his, Kirishima raised his hand in apparent anxiousness. "Um", he coughed into his fist before speaking again. "Well, Bakubro he has been going at it for nearly 2 years. No one even know what he looks like, hell man." Starting to get his voice back he finally said, "We probably don't even know if he is a he !" The rooms tension was held up to a few more minutes before Bakugou just got up and walked out.

Another co-worker of his, Mina sparked up and said, "Where are you going !" Her words fell on deaf ears as he was already gone.

Heavy weighted footsteps of his boots were heard along the agency's hallways as people made sure to step out of his way. Grabbing his stuff most important for his next move being his car keys. His brain hurt of how fucking frustrating it is to be held back from work because of his delinquent boyfriend wants to treat the world as a damn playground. He couldn't take it! The stress and anxiety he kept for 2 years was just high enough for him to fuck one out. And he might just.

Just because those assholes didn't know where to find you, doesn't mean he can't. You were always close to a rundown apartment in an alleyway doctoring up a new firework of your own or anything remotely for distruction.

And there you were. In a damn corner completely unaware of the 6 foot presence behind you. Horny and exhausted was a nasty mix for anyone and Bakugou is a worse case as he grabbed you by your arm turning you around.

Alert entered your mind as you nearly, by a measly hair burnt him with a match you had. Why was here was all you could ask yourself, feeling his dramatic hot pants near your neck.

"Why-" No time for speaking when he was highly eager to ravage your ass. You knew how he was from time time since you've met him and because of this you have gotten the worst and the best of him. Sex and life alone was hot and dangerous between the both of you.

His lips marked yours up with a grunt of his own making it seem as if he was feasting on your chapped ones. The dryness making it sting sweetly only adding to the arousal you now felt for yourself. Kissing him. Him not taking his time as he will easily swallow his food without chewing.

"I'm fucking pissed." He snapped. This version of him was the only version you couldn't take. No type of convincing could make an outsider believe your actions to one another was not non consensual. His slightly bigger form compared to your own was trifling as it was pressed up to your chest.

After minutes of searching eachothers mouths with fever and rush he finally stripped himself from his pants. You caught a rare glimpse of how hard he really was. Now this was irritating you at this point. You were no sore loser, but if someone ever took something from you like candy it would easily be endgame.

"Stop fucking pouting. I just got out of a meeting early", he adjusted his position a bit. "To fuck your meddling ass." He closed the space between you two as his cologne and natural scenticked your senses. A shiver went down your spine like a fresh cold drop of sweat as you backed away into the corner. He followed that and smirked. You couldn't be serious.

"Turn around. I wanna see it." He huffed, impatiently. You obviously did what you were told. No time in making him even more pissed. He admired your obedience when it came to your relationship. Only if you could follow that up in turning yourself in. Sadly you were too prideful, probably why you both have an odd ball bond with eachother.

Like lightning your pants were down just like his as he slapped your ass with a strikingly heavy hand. Watching your arse slightly move was guilty enjoyment of his own.

"Ah !" You covered your mouth quickly in fear of his scolding. Number 1 rule of him when frustrated was that on all accounts. Don't. Fucking. Make. A. Peep. That reminder did not fail to make you turn back with pleading eyes with him looking back at you with pliant disbelief.

"Yer' really trying to fuckin' test me, yeah ?" He asked. Not loud how he usually is, but a lower octave with a nonchalant expression. He was tired. Tired of your prideful denial of going to jail. Tired of these late damn meetings at the agency. Tired of his parents calling him because he was doing this to himself. He was fucking exhausted of it all. His top tier was you especially.

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That's completely fine though. He can sex all of this out on his handsome villain boyfriend.

Y/N fucking L/N.

I hope this is fine, again I'm not a dark blog so if I wrote this along with the req it would get a bit dark. { I love dark blogs so it would be a whole series 💀. }

#mha bakugou #bakugou x male reader #x male reader #bnha x male reader #anime x male reader #mha x male reader #male reader smut #bakugou smut #villain reader #male reader #bottom male reader

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justanotherlifeff · 4 years ago

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can u do dom aizawa (daddy) and female reader (kitty/princess/babygirl) with her hanging with her friends too long at night after a party, shes drunk a lil nd hes mad shes out so late in the out fit she was wearing, something like not even dirty at all but he thinks she was hot asf in it, something like a sweater ad a skirt type of thing, and yeah ^^ idk how to wrte asks im sorry if this triggers you or makes u upset at all

Daddy dom Aizawa gives me peaceful sleep every night

Vorfreude

-The joyful intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures.

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, BDSM

You were never this late. Yes, you did mention going out for a drink with your friends. Infact, you didn't have a break like this in quite a while. Asking you to not go was selfish and Aizawa knew that fact. However, after you didn't come back even after he reached home, which was at 2am, he couldn't help but be angry. However, his anger turned into complete utter jealousy when you finally return home.

You weren't wearing anything particularly revealing. It was just a sweater and a skirt, a rather modest outfit but somehow, you still made it seem like you were the sexiest woman he had ever seen. It angered him that you were out so late looking so beautiful when he should be the one to be looking at you this way in this ungodly hour. The pink tinting your cheeks due to being slightly drunk didn't help either as you looked absolutely ravishing.

"Why did you come home so late?" Aizawa asked you gloomily as you entered the small apartment. "Huh? Oh you're here already. I was having fun with my friends and I didn't realise it was getting so late. Am sorry." You answered with a small guilty smile. 'As well behaved as always...' Aizawa thought as a surge of pride flowed through him. "Well, princess, you look absolutely breathtaking. Don't you think you need to be punished for showing yourself like this to people at such ungodly hours when I am the one who was supposed to see you?" Aizawa asked you with lust blown eyes as he approached you slowly.

You felt as if your feet was stuck to the ground as your boyfriend walked over to you. It was undeniable that you were feeling slightly horny as you had the habit of feeling this way when you drank and now that Aizawa cornered you this way, it really didn't help your case.

"Yes daddy" you answered meekly, peering at the man who currently pushed you against the wall. "Mhh you really are being a good girl now huh... I might actually let you cum if you keep this up..." he muttered before pulling you into a passionate kiss, slowly leaving your mouth to trail down to your neck only to leave hickeys that you would have to cover with a scarf the next day.

His hands were travelling all over you as soon as he started kissing you and at the moment, he was skillfully taking your clothes off, exposing your bare skin to him yet again. It seemed that no matter how many times he had seen you naked, it never was any different from the first time. He would never be tired of seeing you this way, all shy and beautiful just for him. Holding your hands up to stop them from covering yourself, he now took a good look at you which ultimately got him rock hard as usual.

As soon as he was satisfied with the way you furiously blushed under his gaze, he finally picked you up only to go to your shared bedroom and throw you on the bed. With sheer speed, he got rid of his own clothes before getting on the bed with you and burying his head between your thighs to eat you out.

"Look at how wet you are for daddy. Such a good girl for me.." he muttered as he dove into lick and suck onto your clit as if it was the most delicious meal in existence. The only thing you could do was whimper and moan as you held his long hair tightly with your fist, smashing his face into your nether regions.

Aizawa usually loved it when you were needy like this but at the moment, you needed to be disciplined. Pulling away from your cunt, he took reached for his capture weapon that was discarded on the floor and in mere seconds, you found yourself tied up. "Good girls don't interrupt daddy." He told you strictly as you slowly whimpered an "I'm sorry daddy" to him. With that, he went back to eating you out yet again.

You had no idea on how many times you came on his tongue. You were panting and moaning loudly as he finally got up and lined his erection to your entrance. His hand found itself on your throat as he squeezed slightly before plunging into you, only for you to squeak out a choked noise. He fucked you at an unbelievable pace as your brain turned to mush due to the pleasure and lack of oxygen.

"Daddyyyy pleaseee" you managed to choke out as you were close to cumming yet again making Aizawa chuckle slightly through his own pants. "You've been so good princess. Hold on for just a bit longer for me." He commanded you as your eyes rolled back from pleasure. A choked chant of "please" escaped your mouth as you were completely delirious underneath him. As soon as he himself was close to releasing, he commanded you. "You can cum now babygirl." And as soon as he said that, you creamed all over his cock. The spasms in your cunt brought him to his edge as he released his load inside you.

Due to a hard day of being a pro hero, Aizawa couldn't help but fall asleep almost immediately after this rigorous session, thinking about how he could make it up to you for the lack of aftercare on the next day while you on the other hand wondered whether you should come home late more often since it let to such good sex before passing out in his arms.

#my hero academia aizawa #bnha aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa sensei #aizawa x you #aizawa x y/n #aizawa smut

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romiantic · 4 years ago

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𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

reading: black!fem!reader

genre: fluff

request: Could u do a hc with deku and bakugou (separate) finding out their gf is pregnant (black reader)

a/n: y’all anons just be coming through with the requests, thank you 🤧💞

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀

Okay so the way Deku found out was on your anniversary

You did the box in a box trick on him (poor boy was probably aggravated by the fourth box 😭)

More than likely kept asking, “Y/n is this the last one?”

When he got to the final box, he was scared to unwrap actually

You kept signaling to him to open cause it’s a cute surprise for him

He slowly unwrapped the box and there it was

A positive pregnancy test

He was genuinely confused at first but then picked it up and saw the two lines showing

When I tell you that boy’s emerald orbs grew so wide and glistened well under the light

He turned to you, then back to the test, and you again

“Wait...really y/n? You’re- you’re pregnant?”

The green-haired boy honestly couldn’t believe that you and him were gonna be soon to be parents

It got to the point where he started crying 🥺

He was so happy to know that his beautiful s/o is holding his first ever child 🤧

He got up from where he was and hugged you, placing kisses all around your face, and sobbing on your shoulders

Like he honestly doesn’t know what to say at this moment, it’s just so joyful and overwhelming to know that he’s having a newborn

After that, he let his mom and All Might know first then his classmates

After finding out, Deku becomes super precautious about you

He doesn’t want ANYTHING to harm you or his child

Also baby talk is one of the main conversations for the next nine months

The boy is up all the time studying and researching on how to take care of his first newborn

Deku would usually speak to the baby, with him laying on your lap, one of his hands linked with yours and the other is rubbing your growing belly

Deku would DEFINITELY be obsessed with decorating the nursery

It’s like his little home until the newborn comes in 🥰

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎

Okay so Bakugo accidentally found out through FaceTime

You didn’t tell him that you took a pregnancy test though

You two were on the FaceTime, probably joke about each other while you’re waiting on the results

While Bakugo is laughing, you shriek in his ears as you saw the two lines on the test appear

“Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh OH MY GOSH KATSUKI”

“What what WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?”’

Out of nowhere you burst into tears, bawling your eyes

While the ash blonde is so freaking confused as to why you’re crying

You finally got your composure and showed him the test through the screen

Bakugo went silent, his mind currently going crazy at what he‘s seeing.

“You’re joking. You’re fucking joking y/n.”

You reassure him that you’re not and just like Deku he is in TEARS

King of anger issues and yelling is literally sobbing in front of you

Cause why? YOU’RE PREGNANT OFC

This is literally one of the best days you ever gave him

At first it wasn’t really fine since he had to be away for a bit for a mission

But now that you sprung upon the news of a pregnancy, he couldn’t be anymore happier 🤧

When he gets back home, he is literally wrapping his arms around you and kissing you and your growing belly

He is literally going to POUNCE on your newborn child

I feel like he’d turn your pregnancy into a competition 😭

Like just call up Deku, Kiri, and Shoto and be like, “Yeah fuckers, I got my girl pregnant first. NOW EAT MY ASS!”

Katsuki sweetie, not everything is a competition 👩🏾‍🦯

After finding out you’re preggo, this man is BIG on protecting you and your child

Each and everything that’s a hazard, he’s moving it out the way

Bakugo is DEFINITELY plastering up Dynamight merch on his newborn’s room

If you’re a pro-hero as well, you’re gonna be plastered EVERYWHERE in that room

Like the whole room will be surrounded by the newborn’s heroic parents 🤩

FINALLY, some deku and bakugou content on this page

hope you enjoyed these anon 💕

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

𝐇𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝟏𝟐:𝟏𝟒 💗

#mha x black reader #bnha x black!reader #deku x black!reader #bakugo x black reader #izuku midoriya #izuku x black!reader #katsuki bakugo

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powderandclay · 4 years ago

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How to write a prayer to whatever entity your heart desires

I see a lot of people on here flailing when it comes to prayers- whether it be struggling to write them, using shitty prayers you found on the internet, or not comprehending what you're saying when reading old prayers.

So! Let's break it down, using the most notable example of good prayer writing I can think of, The Lord's Prayer.

First step:

Invoke the name of the entity you're praying to. Call attention to the fact that you're trying to talk to whoever you're contacting.

In the Lord's Prayer, this part is:

Our Father, who Art in Heaven...

Short and succinct. You can add on whatever titles you like- a more elaborate Lord's Prayer might read, "O our Holy Father, King of Heaven and Earth, Lord of All...".

Second Step:

Butter up whoever you're praying to. Song their praises a bit, pray for things that the entities themselves want.

... Hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdon come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven.

This is your chance to show your devotion, to make the entity agreeable to you, or remind yourself of the power of whomever you plan to work with. It's ok to go ham on this bit.

Step three:

Petition the entity. Ask them for the things you want.

"Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."

There isn't much to say here, just ask for the things you want. Doesn't have to be anything fancy.

Step four:

Affirm the power of the entity you're praying to. Acknowledge that they absolutely are capable of fulfilling your request.

"For thine is the Kingdom, and the Power, and the Glory forever, Amen."

Remember why you're praying- because what you're praying for absolutely can be manifested. If the power of what you're praying to comes through something else (for instance, if you're praying to a saint), now is the time to affirm the power of that entity.

Put it all together

Let's say I want to write a prayer to Saint Cecilia, patron of musicians, so that she can help me use singing in my magical practices.

Use the above guideline to write a simple prayer.

Saint Cecilia, patron of musicians, I pray to you: Bless the Church through the Grace of God, and pray for me that my voice would conduct the Power of God in my magical workings. To God be the Glory, Amen.

Simple, right? Now dress it up. A prayer can be like poetry if you write it correctly. Don't be afraid to lay it on thick at first draft and them shape the prayer how you want.

Saint Cecilia, Patroness of musicians and Martyr of the Lord Jesus Christ, blessed be your name among women. I pray the Grace of the Lord be with you; May His Mercies flow through you ever unto His Church. Pray for me, exalted Saint of the Lord Most High, that my voice might be like those of the Heavenly Choir, and that my voice might conduct the Power of the Lord Christ Almighty in my works. Protect me, I pray, o protectress of all who invoke you, that I may make joyful noise pleasing unto the Lord. To God be the Glory, Honor, and Praise, ever unto the end of the Age. Amen.

Boom, done. One fully functioning prayer to an entity of my choice, and I wrote it in 20 minutes.

Pro tip, don't use Ye Olde language if you don't actually know how to use it. I like the flow of it, but you probably shouldn't use it if you don't know how to use "thou" in a sentence properly.

#religion #witchraft #folk magic #prayer

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madamtrashbat · 4 years ago

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A couple of thoughts

We doin' okay, Cats family? We're good? Good. I have one last thing to add.

This is kinda about pro- and anti-shippers, but it's really more about fandom culture in general and just my experiences. You can read it, if you want, or not.

Up to you.

I've been doin' this for a while. A good fifteen years at least, closer probably to sixteen. I've been doing things in fandom for longer than some of my mutuals have been alive.

(Oh Jesus)

And there's something I gotta tell you guys, both as a person who has been doing fandom-y stuff for years and for someone who literally has college degrees in English Literature and Creative Writing.

Being an anti is not normal.

And I know that comes across as harsh and mean and it sounds unreasonable but I'd like to explain what I mean by that.

I can trace back being an anti to two main sources: Voltron and Star Wars. I was never into Voltron or really even around anyone who was but I remember the screaming and fighting over the ships, and I remember the hellish crusade that began when people dared to ship Rey and Kylo Ren together. It was nasty, guys. It was absolutely insane that suddenly people were doing this over fictional ships, that people were being sent actual abuse and hatred because someone wanted the broody shitlord man and the unwashed desert scrounger to smooch. Like... imagine that in real time.

I was not, nor have I ever been, a Reylo shipper, but you know what I did, when that ship began, and I didn't like it? I ignored it and went about my day. Because that's how I was taught. Nothing in the fiction world was worth fighting over. It was not worth getting into arguments over. What was the point?

Then the antis got bolder, started branching out, and when people like me started standing up and saying, "Hey, stop being a dick to people!" someone hired the world's best PR machine and suddenly people who were not antis were pedophiles and abusive and incestuous.

How's that for some whiplash.

This anti movement of berating, bullying, harming, and threatening has been their MO, and it's dangerous. And now, they all buy their own bullshit. They actually think people like me are all out here twisting our mustaches like Snidely Whiplash and diddling kids. Without a shred of irony, they believe this.

Proship only labeled itself that as a response to the antiship, and antiship, make no mistake, named itself first. It was not anti-pedophile. It was not anti-incest. It was not anti-abuse.

It was all about disliking fictional ships that other people enjoyed, and thus attacking people over it.

And it's pointless. It's driven a child to suicide. It has gotten people fired. It has ruined careers, livelihoods, friendships. For nothing. For a boogeyman that doesn't exist.

Sex experts across the board all agree that what gives us our jollies is not at all what we want in real life. There's some wild statistic like 70% of women have had a sexual fantasy about rape at least once in their lives. About rape! That act that most AFAB people have a deep ingrained fear of! And we've used it to get off! Because sexual fantasy isn't that deep. Our brains are idiots. And since time immemorial, we as humans have written just the most fucked up shit.

It's even in the Bible. Humans have been nasty forever. And it doesn't mean shit.

It's in the TV shows. It's in our movies. It's in our books. It's in our music, our podcasts, everything. Being an anti is not the way of humanity at all. Ever. Except for like... maybe the puritans but they sucked so who cares about them.

Antis believe a lie. They believe a lie and they hurt people for it. I am not in any way, shape, or form exaggerating when I say I am fearful for those who regularly interact with me, because I am worried that one day the art they make or the "clout" they carry isn't going to be enough to save them from their friendship with me and antis will tear them to shreds. Because that is how they behave. They may not think they're bullies, and they may think they're in the right, but I want you to look up the Youtube RPF kid who killed themselves over anti harassment. Look at that horrible ask I just got. This is how they behave.

And that is what proshippers stand against. It's a stance against bullying, harassment, threats. That is it. There are plenty of proshippers out in the world that would never, ever think of writing anything involving someone underage, or between relatives, or involving anything gruesome. Because that's not what it's about.

Antis are new in the world of fandom, and they are the absolute root of toxicity. I do not exaggerate. They waste the time of agencies actually trying to eradicate CSAM by sending them art someone drew of a teenage character that isn't real. They've driven people to suicide. They've outright admitted to not caring about actual humans as much as they care about fictional ships. They have shown time and time again that they are not above abuse, vitriol, and bullying. There are blogs that post stories from ex-antis who say they were afraid to say anything different than their anti friends for fear of righteous backlash.

I repeat: I am legitimately afraid that my friends are going to get dogpiled and harassed because they dare to be my friend. That fear is not baseless. And it's all because of the way antis act.

I am liberal with the block button. I try to maintain boundaries because I don't want to see any of that shit as much as they don't want to see any of mine (though only a very scant few actually block me back, which is a joke in and of itself). But it still slips through. And I hate it, every time I see it.

Because this is not the way we're supposed to be. We are not supposed to be at odds with each other. We are supposed to share and have fun and be joyful about some people in lycra.

But because some people wanted to put on the pilgrim hat and play Morality Council to someone who's been doing this for years, I gotta tiptoe around people that think I'm actually out in the world diddling children. Do you know how fucked up that is. Do you know how that feels? To not only have someone make that judgment without any evidence, but to tell it to other people who don't know me either?

When someone finally snaps and starts biting back, it's not out of nowhere. And antis never, ever see themselves as doing something wrong. But they are. They are wrong.

Can I let you in on a little secret?

Seriously, just between you and me, come here.

If you think it's wrong to bully someone because of fiction, then you're proship. That is the long and short of it. No more or less. I hate to break it to you, but that is the only definition, and anyone who says it's something else is lying to you for their own gain.

And sure, there are lots of people who try to hide behind the proship label as they do shitty things. But antis do the same. Humans being assholes and trying to blame it on something else is not new.

The fact that people have come to me and told me that the antis have made them feel uncomfortable, that they're afraid if they do something they might view as negative they might receive hate, that people are actually AFRAID of people in this fandom, is not okay.

There was a fandom I was involved in where one of the prominent people actively hated me and I was never afraid of what she would do. I am afraid of the antis in this fandom, though. Because they have teeth and they like to use them.

Fandom isn't supposed to be like this. Nobody should be screaming at teenagers for talking to adults in fandom, infantilizing them like they're not a whole autonomous human. Nobody should be telling someone to kill themselves because they ship Tuggerstrap. Nobody should be afraid of the other people in their fandom.

Antis, if any of them even read this (I doubt it, but just in case), I want you to look around. The people who are neutral are not afraid of what the proshippers will say to them. They are afraid of you. You and your ilk are the ones causing the damage, and you are the outliers in the entire world of fiction. You're a loud minority that thinks it knows better when it knows absolutely nothing.

Ruminate on that.

My blog is still a safe space from bullying, abuse, and nastiness. If someone is being mean to you, you will always find a friend here. And if you can't say the same, then what's wrong with you?

Be excellent to each other. Stop making people afraid.

And sit down and ask yourself what it is you really want when you make vague posts about people and tell people vicious, awful things. What are you hoping to gain.

#long post #important

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maiyami · 4 years ago

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𝓢𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮

𝕂𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕠 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕞𝕚 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝟙𝟠+

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖, 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥, 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖.

𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝟙𝟠+

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Hawks saw you there, holding this mans head in your lap. Hands glowing a bright green, eyes too as you tired your hardest to save this hero. He couldn’t be more than in the thirties for ranking but you were trying your hardest to save him. Damn did you look beautiful, a little bit of sweat on your brow while you concentrated hard, your y/c/h hanging on your cheeks, and this determinate look on your face. But sadly it was to late for this hero, he lost to much blood and there was nothing more that you could do for him. Another hero had put a hand on your shoulder, letting you know that you did everything you could.

Hawks just stood there looking at you, that’s when you finally picked your head up. Your eyes caught these gorgeous golden ones. Maybe you both stared at each other a little too long, until one of your colleagues called for you. “Angel! We are leaving.” He yelled too you. You shot him a small smile, then you were off. Even though that smile was small, seemed a little forced but it was breath taking. He would do anything to see that smile once more, be the reason why you smile. He was going to try and see you again, whatever it takes.

While you were on your way back to the agency you worked for, you couldn’t get Hawks out of your mind. Have you ever seen eyes as golden as his? Or wings so bright that you could see them a mile away? Probably not. He just carried himself in a way that you had never seen before, he had a slim but muscular build. Damn he was pretty much perfect, no wonder so many fan girls swoon over him. It was a long day, you needed to wash up after that one.

Hawks decided to look into you more, he already heard your hero name. It shouldn’t be that hard to find something on you. The only thing he found about you was that you’ve been in the low teens on the hero chart since you were eighteen. However you spend a lot of time working at hospitals while still working for fatgums agency. Other than that, there isn’t much about you. He couldn’t even find your actual name, where you went to school, or anything about you until you turned eighteen. It was like you didn’t exist, like you just came out of nowhere. This just made him more interested in you, he wanted to find out more.

You were just going through the motions of the day, going on patrol then getting called off to the hospital to help the hurt. Once you arrived at the hospital, you were taken up to a room immediately. A big pro hero had been hurt, they needed you. Once you got into the room, you were met with those beautiful golden eyes. Hawks was sitting on the table, he looked pretty beat up. His right wing was drooping, plus there was horrible cuts on his right arm. You told everyone to leave, closing the door behind them.

You looked over him, he was smiling. Like it didn’t matter he had been hurt, his spirits were super high. You walked over looking at his arm, then his wing. “So what happened.” You asked him. He shrugged a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. “Got thrown through a window, pretty hard too.” He said back. You nodded at him, reaching out to lift his wing but then stopped. “Can I?” You questioned. Which he nodded back. You slowly rubbed your hand along his wing, bringing it up slightly. When you looked at him, he just seemed content. “Can you move it?” You asked and he shook his head no. “Can you feel it?” You asked. Which he nodded yes. “I can, just hurts like hell.” He said back.

“It’s more than likely broken, but don’t worry.” You said then you sat down. You placed both hands onto his wing now, they started to glow green. Your eyes changed as well, you were staring straight as you healed him. Hawks felt this warm sensation run through his body, it was like being completely covered in a light sun. Just enough to make you warm but not enough to burn you. It was the most peaceful thing he ever felt. Quickly his wing started to twitch, moving back into place. You moved down to his arm, softly rubbing your hands over it until the cuts were gone. The process only took about twenty minutes, but Hawks had never felt so good in his life. He had so much energy after you were done, but when he looked at you, you seemed so drained.

There were some bags under your eyes now, looked a little more pale. You were leaning back in your chair, almost breathless. “Are you ok?” He questioned. You nodded, giving him a soft smile. “Yea, sometimes when injuries are bad it takes me a second to feel better.” You admitted too him. He kind of just kept looking at you, a little confused look. You laughed softly. “My quirk is different than most healing quirks. Your pain transfers too me, I pretty much swap energies with the person I heal. So while I take away your pain, I feel it. While also healing any injuries, sometimes I just need a second to bounce back.” You said then some of the life was coming back into your eyes.

Hawks couldn’t believe what he was hearing, you put yourself through so much just to help people. “Does it hurt bad?” He questioned. You shrugged, not really knowing what to say. “Some more than others.” You answered honestly. Which was true sometimes you felt nothing at all, but others could really put you down for the count. You stood up once more, looking over his wing then back to his arm. “You’re all set here, please try to be more careful.” You said to him, a soft smirk spreading across your lips. There it was, that smile Hawks has been thinking about for weeks. You finally brought it out, it could fucking melt his heart if he looked at it for too long.

He stood, walking towards you. “Thank you for healing me. By the way, I’m Hawks. Sorry I didn’t properly introduce myself the other day.” He said while holding his hand out too you. You gladly took it, your hand seemed to get swallowed up in his. “No problem, names Angel.” You said back too him. Just keeping it the hero name, interesting. Hawks thought too himself. “Ahw, come on kid. What’s your real name?” He asked, putting on as much charm as he could. You were hesitant, almost like you were lost as to what to say to that. “It’s just Angel, love.” You said back at him, you smile fading away slightly.

“Damn, I pushed her a little to much.” Hawks thought too himself. He needed to recover quick, he didn’t want to see you without that smile. “Real names are overrated anyways, take it from me.” He said back with a big toothy grin. It made you perk up a little, more comfortable now. That smile returned to your face, a little brighter now. “Glad you think so, Hawks.” You said back. Hawks beamed at you, looking at your face. “Let me take you out to dinner, it’s the least I can do for putting you through so much.” Hawks offered. You pondered the idea slightly in your mind, then smiled. “Sure, I’d like that.” You said.

A few days later you were getting ready for your dinner with Hawks. He said he was going to bring you to this cute little barbecue place, nothing to fancy. You were very pleased with that, you never really cared for over the top “dates”. You were dressed in this cute floral crop top, paired along with high waisted leggings, and shoes to match. You pulled your hair up, letting it hang long behind you. You grabbed your tan leather jacket off the chair, putting your outfit together. That’s when you heard a tap at your balcony door.

You turned to see the bird man himself, right on time and waiting. You quickly went over to the door, opening it and waving him to come inside. This was the first time you had ever seen Hawks dressed down. He was in a v-neck t-shirt, dark jeans, and he had some jewelry on but not too much. He just seemed so comfortable, you were pretty excited to see him this way. He smiled at you, looking you up and down. “You look amazing, ready for the date?” He questioned, which you nodded at him. Then he stepped out onto the balcony, you were confused but followed.

He opened his wings, stretching them out completely before holding a hand too you. “We flying there?” You questioned him, taking his hand. He pulled you in close, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Of course, so hang tight dove.” He said back. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, and he took off into the sky. You weren’t afraid of flying by any means, you just weren’t extatic that you were miles above the ground with just a pair of arms holding you for safety. But as you flew, you could feel how secure his arms were around you. There was no way he would ever let you fall, it made you feel safe.

Hawks could feel your heartbeat going a mile a minute, he thought it was kind of cute. Then he felt you slightly loosen your grip around his neck. Looking down at you, he didn’t see any fear in your eyes. You looked extremely joyful, like this was an amazing experience for you. That smile that could knock him dead was shining brighter than the sun. God, how he loved to see this look on your face. It made him hold onto you a little tighter, taking it all in for himself.

Once you arrived at the restaurant that’s when the date really kicked off. You exchanged many hero stories, talked about work, and just everyday life. You applauded Hawks for being able to deal with so many fans, and he shot back with how he thinks your extraordinary for doing what you do. It was an amazing date, you never felt more comfortable with someone than you do with Hawks. “I have to ask, why do you just stick with your hero name?” He questioned. Ah, the dreaded question. The questioned you hated more than anything else in this world. You sort of sighed, leaning back to look over his face. “It’s just going to sound silly too you.” You said meekly back.

“No, it won’t trust me.” He said back, serious he knows exactly what you mean. You looked over to the window, watching people walk by then back at him. “I forgot it.” You said softly back. If Hawks wasn’t so keen in hearing, the average person wouldn’t have heard you. You forgot your own name? Hm, that’s interesting. Sure, sometimes he forgets his own name since he can’t tell anyone it but he always remembers it. “You forgot it?” He questioned back. You sighed, rubbing your arms. “I didn’t grow up like most kids. I was practically put through military school but on crack. I had to completely strip myself of my own identity. My name was just lost in time, something forgotten.” You said back.

Holy shit, you went through exactly what he went through as a child. He just sat there dumbfounded at you, seeing that you weren’t fucking joking about forgetting your own name. He wanted to know more, he wanted to see if he could get a little more information out of you. “How did you end up at the place you did?” He questioned. You laughed, yes laughed at him when he asked. “My parents were quirkless and poor. Somehow I ended being born with a quirk, a quirk that could heal. I could be useful for many different things, so they sold me off. Their only child, for a quick buck. I haven’t seen them since I was five.” You said back at him.

He just couldn’t believe what he was hearing, that here is this beautiful woman that practically had the same up bringing as he did. “I’m not just good at healing Hawks, that “program” made me get my skill level high, but they also taught me how to fight. I was a good little fighter for them.” You beamed. “Was?” He questioned. You smiled, leaning forward to rest your head on your knuckles. “Well I shouldn’t say was since I am technically still apart of it. My parents only sold me off until I was eighteen. So I got out, but I never went back to my parents. I actually ended up going back to the Commission only a few months after they released me. They gave me more of a home than any other place. Plus I really had no where else to go.” You said back.

The commission, so they got their hands on you when you were a child as well. Slippery fucking bitches. Then an idea came to Hawks mind, he leaned forward smiling at you. “What?” You questioned, to which he smiled harder. “I can find out your real name, Dove.” He said back. Your eyes went wide at him, shock written all over your face. “How?” You questioned him, to which he just kept smiling. “Easy, I’m the commission favorite pet. I can get the information quick and easy. No one would know a thing.” He said back. You were at a loss for words, this man would do something like that for you? Why though, you didn’t give or do anything to have him be like this. “Why would you want to do that for me?” You asked. Hawks now leaned back, looking over your whole face. “Because I want to be the reason you have that beautiful smile on your face.”

His words struck you right in the heart, it was crazy what he made you feel. As the weeks pasted, you heard very little from Hawks. He would send you a text here and there, asking about your day but that was it. He said work picked up hard, he was staying late in the office. You had just gotten out of the shower, your hair still damp. You had on a crop tank top along with some booty shorts. Brushing through your hair, until a familiar tapping sound came from your balcony. You smiled to yourself before getting up to open the door. But what you were met with scared the shit out of you.

Hawks looked like he just got out of a prize fight, his face was swollen, hands bruised, and his wings were twitching causing him discomfort. It was pouring rain, so you pulled him inside quickly. “What happened?!” You asked him, there was so much concern laced into your voice. Hawks kind of just grunted, sitting on the chair in your room. He was tired, beat down, and maybe slightly concussed. “Bad fight with a villain, it’s alright though.” He said in a huff, but you ignored it. You stepped behind him, putting your hands against his temples. You were glowing, trying to hear him.

Holy shit it was painful, one of the more painful things you had been through in a while. You moved down to his neck, then to his shoulders, just making sure you healed him correctly. Hawks sighed with relief, all the pain had gone away from him. Once he looked at you, he just saw this blank stare then you fell to the ground. You had passed out, Hawks was quick out of his chair. He was holding you, trying to shake you awake. Then he remembered that if the pain is too much it does take a lot out of you. He picked you up, placing you on your bed. Hawks waited for you, sitting on your bed looking over you. He wanted to make sure nothing happened while you slept.

You started to stir, slowly fluttering your eyes open. You looked around your room, it was completely dark now, only light on was from your vanity lap. Then you saw Hawks sitting on your bed, looking out the window. You just looked over him a bit, he was much better from when he did come into your room. Then it hits you, you fucking passed out. Damnit, how did you not keep it together in front of him. You must have scared the shit out of him too do that, no wonder he stuck around. You leaned to softly tug on his jacket sleeve, trying to get his attention.

Hawks was long in thought, just thinking about what you must go through everyday. All the pain you must feel, the feeling of death you come in front of everyday, and taking all that pain for someone else. You were amazing, that you would put strangers over yourself, you were completely selfless. Maybe he could learn something from you, be a better person by being around you. Hawks was taken out of his trance once he felt his sleeve get pulled on. He turned to meet those beautiful eyes of yours, a little tired than they were before you passed out. He smile softly at you, leaning over towards you. “There she is, how are you feeling?” He questioned you, you could see a little bit of guilt in his eyes.

You smiled back at him, it was small and meek but it was there. It just made Hawks chest tighten, he loved that smile of yours. “I feel better now, you must have been hurt more than you said you were.” You said in a playful tone. Hawks rubbed the back of his head, looking away from you. “I’m sorry, when I saw how worried you were, I didn’t want to make it worse.” He said softly. You shook your head, pulling on his arm. He turned to look back at you, softness in his face. “It’s fine, Hawks. Don’t worry about it. I just don’t understand how you ended up here. Why not go to the hospital.” You questioned him.

Hawks remembered why he decided to come to your place, he found your name. Your real name, and he wanted to surprise you with it. But then those stupid villain's had to get in his way, mess up his plans. “I was on my way here, I found out your name. But then I got...side tracked.” He said back. Your eyes widened a little, sitting up fully now. “You really found it?” You asked. There was excitement in your voice, the way your face lit up just pushed Hawks heart over the edge. “Yeah, it’s y/n. It’s very beautiful.” He said back, you were over the moon. “Y/N.” You repeated back at him. There was such joy in your eyes, it was amazing. You got out from the covers, moving over to throw your arms around Hawks neck, pulling him in for a hug.

Hawks was stiff for a moment, then he relaxed into your embrace. It wasn’t just your quirk that can make someone feel a peaceful warmth all over their body, Just you, yourself could have that affect on Hawks. It made him feel so safe, pulling out of the hug to look over your face. You smiled brightly at him, pulling him in by his cheeks. You placed a kiss on his lips, it was quick but the feeling made Hawks melt. You broke it off and got out of bed, walking over to your closet. “We should celebrate.” You said too him, turning to look at him over your shoulder. Hawks just sat there, blush creeping over his nose to his cheeks eyes never leaving you.

That’s when it hit you, you just kissed the number two pro hero. You eyes widened, then your hand shot over your mouth. You started to walk forward, then stopped. “I am so sorry! I just did that on impulse, I didn’t mean to over step.” You said too him, fear laced in your voice. How could you just kiss someone randomly, you don’t know if he is with someone or if he is even into you. Hawks quickly got up, walking straight up too you. He moved your hand from your mouth, then let his hands rest on your hips. He leaned in and placed his lips back onto yours. You slowly let your hands run up his chest then into the back of his hair. It was one of the most passionate kisses you have ever had in your life. No one was fighting for dominance, it was like you were working together. He pulled you so your bodies were right against each other. He broke the kiss off to whisper into your ear, his breath was warm against your skin. “Don’t be sorry, I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the moment I met you.” He said

You were a little shocked, you didn’t think that someone who wasn’t as popular as him, get his attention. “Really? I’m not that special Hawks.” You said back too him. He kind of laughed at you, he couldn’t understand how you couldn’t see how amazing you are. “Y/n, you are so selfless, brave, and caring. You are so special.” He said back, rubbing your hips a little. You smiled back at him, wow is he beautiful too you. “So being covered in blood, not saying a word too you made you want to kiss me?” You teased him. He laughed at you, pulling you in to hold you tighter. “That beautiful smile is what really pulled me in. The situation you were in was grim but you still managed to smile back at me.” He said back. You just played with the back of his hair a bit, taking in every feature of his face. “You can be such a simple man, Hawks.” You said back. He leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. “Call me Keigo, and lets go celebrate.” He said softly.

You smiled at him, walking over to grab something out your closet. You told him you’d be right back, walking into the bathroom. When you closed the door, it didn’t shut all the way. It just left a small crack, enough for Keigo to see you. He saw you pull off your tank top, exposing your bare back too him. He noticed that you had a big scar on there, but he quickly looked away. He didn’t want to already be called a perv for looking at you change. You came back out, taking Keigo’s hand into yours. He moved out onto the balcony, holding your hip tightly. “Ready?” He asked you, which you nodded back. You were in the air, flying high as you went to go celebrate.

Everything was going great, you saw Hawks more offend. Went out dates, and checked up on each other daily. But one day you just disappeared, you didn’t reply to his texted. He was getting worried, so he paid a visit to your place. Once he got there, his heart sank into his stomach. Your place was a reck, things throw everywhere, bed tossed against the wall, and your vanity mirror shattered. He looked around to find anything that could help him find out what had happened, he found your phone under some blankets. He saw all the unanswered messages from him and some friends of yours. What happened? You didn’t just up and leave, something must have went down. He needed to find out, he had to find out.

He went to Fatgums agency, they must know what had happened too you. Once he got there, he talked with him. He found out that you had been sent out to spy on a hangout for the LOV. Sadly some of the villain's had followed you back to your house, you might be extremely skilled but trying to take on five people in such a cramped space isn’t easy for most. You had been seriously hurt, you hadn’t woken up in over a week at the hospital you were staying at. Keigo was quick to leave, heading over to the hospital. He was brought right up to your room, his heart just broke looking at you.

There were IVs, wires, and everything else you could think of coming from you. Part of your face was bandaged over, along with your arms. He walked over, taking your hand into his. While he spoke with the doctors, they just told him that he had to wait. It was up to you know to wake up, they did everything they could to keep you here. So that’s what Keigo did, he waited. Only time he left was when he needed to be somewhere, he left all his patrols to one of his sidekicks.

It had been weeks, still you had not woken up yet. Your bandages had come off, exposing scars left from the attack. You had this new scar coming from from the top right of your forehead, cross your right eye, half way down your cheek. Keigo gripped your hand tightly, thinking about what he was going to do once he gets the people who did this too you. He just wanted you to wake up so he could be blessed with that beautiful smile of yours. “Please come back, y/n. The world is such a brighter place when you are in it. I am a better person when you are here, just wake up.” Keigo said softly, then kissed your knuckles.

Everything hurts, your whole body is sore, and you have the worse headache of your life. You fluttered your eyes open, looking around the room. “Hospital?” You questioned yourself. You turned your head to see that two doctors were speaking to each other, then once they saw your eyes open they were in shock. It had been almost three weeks since you were in your coma. They asked you all the questions, all the ones you usually ask the hurt. How do you feel? Do you know where you are? Do you remember who you are? What year is it? Which you answered them all, you knew what happened. They smiled, then said someone has been waiting for you to wake up.

A few hours passed, your eyes were shut since you were trying to rest them. You heard the door to your room open up, you opened your eyes slightly to see that beautiful winged man looking back at you. He nearly dropped to the ground when he saw you open your eyes. You smiled at him, which he quickly walked over to kiss you on the top of your head. “You’re awake, holy shit you’re finally awake.” He said softly against your hair, holding the back of your head into his chest. You could feel him shaking a little bit, tightening your frame to hold you closer. “Keigo, it’s okay. I’m awake, don’t cry please.” You asked him.

“If I had been there, if I wasn’t so caught up with work. I could have protected you. I am so- “ He started to say but you pulled out of his hold. You grabbed both of his cheek, making him look you in the eyes. “Keigo. No one would have known that would have happened. None of this is your fault at all. Get that out of your head. I’m fine, I’m here, and I’m alive.” You said back. You kissed him softly on the lips and it seems like all his worries washed away with that kiss. “Live with me?” He questioned back after the kiss was done. You smiled at him, which he smiled back. “Ok.” You said back.

It had been a few months since the attack happened, you were sitting on the bed waiting for Keigo to come home. Boredom taking over you while you waited, you picked yourself off the bed walking over to look through the closet. You found one of Keigos jackets hanging up in there, pulling it out to look at it. I smelt like him, it was so comforting. You were only in your bra and panties, you felt a little cold so you decided to slip it on. Laying back on the bed, looking at some videos on your phone until you fell asleep.

Keigo had come home about an hour later, he walked into your shared bedroom to find you laying on the bed. He looked over your frame, how his jacket was too big on you, it put a smile on his lips. Then you turned a little in your sleep, exposing your thighs a little. As you kept moving, the jacket get creeping up your exposed skin until it showed off your barely covered asscheeks. What a fucking sight Keigo thought, you just laying in his clothes. He walked over, rubbing your arm softly until you slowly woke up.

“Well little bird, don’t you look good in my clothes.” He teased softly. You rubbed your eyes, sitting up on your elbow, the jacket slipping off your shoulder to expose your chest a bit. Before you had fully fallen asleep, you took of your bra to be a bit more comfortable. “I was a little cold, and this seemed so comfortable.” You said with a sleepy voice. Keigo smirk, looking over you. “Now your scent is going to be all over me the next time I wear that. I think you want to drive me crazy, huh little bird?” He questioned. You tilted your head slightly, a smirk coming to your lips. You slowly sat up, kneeling before him.

“Maybe I do. Do you not like it?” You questioned back with sass in your voice. He shrugged off his own jacket, letting it hit the floor. “I fucking love it.” He muttered before his lips were on yours. The kiss was heated, all teeth and tongue. He slowly pushed you onto your back, letting himself get ontop of you. He looked down as you kissed his neck, looking at how amazing your breasts looked while you were on your back. He nearly growled at the sight, leaning up to pull his shirt off. You leaned up, starting to take the jacket off but Keigo stopped you. “Oh no, little bird. Keep that on, I like seeing you in my clothes.” He said before he started to trail kisses down your chest.

You bit your lip at the feeling of his tongue licking over one of your harden buds. Letting your fingers run through his hair. As he made his way down your chest and stomach, he pushed your panties to the side. Letting his face rest between your legs, then he slowly licked a broad stripe up your entrance. He moaned at your taste, while you threw your head back at the sensation. “Such a pretty little pussy.” He moaned then let his tongue feverishly lap at your clit. You gripped his hair a little tighter, feeling the pleasure running through your body. He slowly pushed in two finger, pumping them quickly. It made your hips buck up into his tongue. “Someone’s impatient.” He teased at you.

“Please Keigo, fuck me.” You moaned too him. Which he snickered at, leaning back to pull his pants along with his boxers off of himself. He pulled your panties off your hips, down your legs, until he threw them onto the ground. He dipped back down between your legs, spitting on your entrance before leaning back up. Letting his head tease you for a few seconds before slowly slipping himself into you. You leaned up to pull him down by his neck, letting his forehead rest against yours.

He started off slow but then picked up his pace, making sure you could feel his whole length deep inside of you. With each thrust, his head kissed your cerxics. It was making you see stars, your moans got louder with each pump of his cock. He pushed your legs up to your chest, causing you to let out a loud moan. You clamped down on his shaft, causing him to moan. He leaned down to give you a heated kiss. “Gonna cum for me?” He questioned while his thrusts began to become sloppy. You nodded at him, gripping the back of his head tightly. He leans down to whisper into your ear. “Say it.” He says back.

You moan loudly, looking him straight in the eyes. “I’m gonna cum, Keigo!” You moan too him. He starts to thrust hard into you, putting everything he had into his motion. “Ya. Fuck, cum on my cock.” He says then he released his load into you. You felt over the edge, clamping down on him tightly. As you both slowed, you just held each other there. Until Keigo lifted his head slight to look at you. You had this beaming smile on your face. That smile he fell for the moment he saw you, the smile that’s kept him going, the smile from someone he truly loves. “I love you, y/n.” He said softly. You push a few sweaty hairs out of his face, pulling him down for a soft kiss. “I love you too.” You said softly.

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stark-tony · 4 years ago

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First Time For Everything by kazzarole

summary: Midoriya is the catalyst of many of the 'firsts' in Shouto's life--it just makes sense that Shouto should share his first kiss with him, too.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff

warnings: none

alone together by celestialfics

summary: Five times when other Class 1-A kids notice Todoroki and Midoriya in their own world.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff

warnings: none

A Simple Warmth by patster223

summary: “I’m trying to make Todoroki a sweater for his birthday, but…” Izuku pokes at the tangle of yarn. “It’s more complicated than I thought it would be.”

In which Izuku sucks at knitting, his classmates are eager to help out, Todoroki finally gets to be cozy, and knitting is a vector for romance.

pairings: tododeku

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warnings: none

Conventional Taste by WowBoring

summary: He didn’t think it would matter if Midoriya were taking him to a sewer convention; it was probably still going to be the highlight of his Golden Week.

In order to avoid a visit from his unpleasant grandparents Todoroki attends a hero convention with Midoriya, and learns a few things along the way.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff

warnings: abuse

pls respond by Esselle

summary: 'Midoriya: UR SO CUTE

Shouto chokes on nothing. How is he supposed to respond to that? Is he supposed to respond at all?

Midoriya: Look at your big head aaaaaaaaaaaaah Midoriya: *Image Attached*

Oh, Shouto thinks. He was talking about Shouto's Nitotan, which is now smashed to one of Izuku's cheeks in the image Izuku just sent, as Izuku squeezes it joyfully. Even if Izuku wasn't talking to him directly, the butterflies in Shouto's stomach feel a bit joyful, too.

He types out: I wish I were that Nitotan right now. Then he snorts, and erases it.'

Izuku has a wide variety of special moves, but his Key Smash might be the most powerful of all.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

i can keep a secret, could you? by handcrusher (ameliafromafairytale)

summary: The last thing Todoroki wants is for his father to figure out that 1) he's gay and 2) he's dating the boy he's supposed to overcome as a hero. So, he and Midoriya devise a plan.

Just how long can they keep it up?

pairings: tododeku, tsuchako, momojirou

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hold on tight by lunalou

summary: "What are you doing?" Shouto asks.

"Hugging you." Midoriya returns in a patient voice. His arms tighten around Shouto's waist and he presses his forehead more firmly against his back. "You know it's a hug, Shouto-kun. Don't play dumb."

or, five times somebody from 1-a hugs todoroki and the one time he hugs them first

pairings: tododeku

tags:

warnings:

If I'm Being Honest.... by I_dont_know_man

summary: Midoriya scrunched up his nose in confusion. “Uh, Shouto, why are you glaring at me like that?”

“I-” Todoroki began to lie, until nausea slammed him like a door to any room that Bakugou entered. “I--” Todoroki grit his teeth, and glared daggers into the wall behind Midoriya. Goodbye, friendship. It had been absolutely divine while it lasted. “Because you’re very attractive.”

They say honesty is the best policy, but it sure as hell had a knack for Todoroki making a complete and utter fool of himself.

In which Todoroki is placed under a mysterious truth-telling quirk and suffers, Uraraka laughs at him, Midoriya is confused but smitten nonetheless, and Twitter is the thirstiest site on the planet.

pairings: tododeku, kiribaku

tags: humor, fluff

warnings:

Guiding Light by furihatachlookie

summary: It was his mother's idea to enroll him at the local elementary school. His father believed a private tutor was better, but nobody can argue with a mother who's made up her mind, and a balanced exposure to kids his own age sways his father's judgement enough to agree and sign the papers.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff, angst

warnings:

Todoroki and Yaoyorozu's Elite Study Club by hanwritesstuff (hannahkannao)

summary: “Well, as I see it, we have two options.” Shouto holds up two fingers. “We can either ignore this and pretend it never happened or... not.” He doesn't know which one he wants. “What does not entail, exactly?” Yaoyorozu asks. “...I don't know.”

In which Todoroki accidentally learns something about Yaoyorozu, Yaoyorozu accidentally learns something about Todoroki, and they spend a considerable portion of their study sessions... not studying.s

pairings: tododeku, momojirou

tags: fluff, humor

warnings:

Do What You Will, If That's What You Want by stanzas

summary: “What do you mean you’re retiring?” Bakugou asks nicely, or at least as nicely as someone like Bakugou can ask. The question is phrased more like a demand.“

Call it a mid-life crisis,” Shouto answers, like Bakugou asked him what the weather would be tomorrow, and takes a deep sip from his coffee. “I’m thinking of changing careers.”

The world of heroes is quick to adapt to surprises, but Pro Hero Entropy’s (very premature) retirement announcement throws almost everyone for a pretty impressive loop.

pairings: tododeku

tags: hurt/comfort, angst, humor

warnings:

extra, extra! by rythyme (pugglemuggle)

summary: Shouto & Creati: ACTUALLY Dating?! by Hitachi Hitomi at September 18, 2047 3:42 pm."Ever since heartthrob

Todoroki Shouto and the Everything Hero "Creati" made their official debuts, the two 22-year-old heroes have been nothing but professional towards each other. But was this all a sham to cover up the truth?"

Or: The media thinks Shouto and Creati are dating. Hint: they aren't. A multimedia TodoDeku & MomoJirou fanfic told through news articles, gossip columns, twitter, tumblr, text messages, and more.

pairings: tododeku, momojirou

tags: fluff, humor

warnings:

you broke the dark and my whole earth shook by aloneintherain

summary: Shouto had imagined himself as the country’s top hero for decades. Endeavour had put those images in his head when he was a child, and they had stayed there, growing like a fungus, until Shouto had reached adulthood. Even now, he was only just beginning to realise he didn’t have to live his life according to almost thirty-year-old decisions made by his abuser. He could do more. Be more. Outside of the hero community.

Izuku gets a job offer in America. Somehow, this brings Shouto and Izuku closer than ever before.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings:

count your blessings, not your flaws by PitViperOfDoom

summary: Midoriya Izuku has never been asked out, confessed to, or flirted with, except as a joke.

pairings: tododeku

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: bullying

call the fire department (i'm burning up with love) by Edgedancer

summary: An (abridged) list of things Todoroki Shouto did not have before U.A.: Loud neighbors. Fire alarms. Friends. Midoriya Izuku.

pairings: tododeku

tags:

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long nights and daydreams by dreamtowns

summary: According to the public, Pro Heroes Deku and Entropy are an amazing Hero Duo, best friends, and the most eligible bachelors in the world. According to their fans, they’re head over heels in love with one another yet oblivious to the others’ feelings. According to their friends and family, they’ve been in love with one another since high school, but, for reasons unknown to them, refuse to act upon said feelings.

According to said heroes, they have been (secretly) married for six years.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings:

extra-salty/twitter-verse series by SportsAnimeRuinedMyLife (KnightOfRage)

summary: In his third year at UA, Todoroki Shouto works in a burger place, catches on fire and falls in love. Only two of those things are on purpose.

Or...Todoroki Shouto's exciting adventures in customer service.

part one of the extra salty/twitter-verse

pairings: tododeku, kiribaku

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

More Than Skin-Deep by Emmeri

summary: It was a fact, really. That he was ugly. Having a scar which takes up half his face kind of does that, in Todoroki's eyes. So why does he overhear the girls call him the class pretty boy?

He'll just have to ask Midoriya about it; he has too little filter to tell anything but the truth.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff, angst

warnings:

Your Biggest Fan by Latios

summary: He opens the bag on the floor to see what could have been left in there-- and promptly freezes, staring at the contents inside.

“Midoriya.” He calls.

“Hm?”

“You bought our hero merch?”

Aka, Class 1-A starts to see themselves appear on merchandise in their local stores. Todoroki tries not to buy things, and fails.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff, humor

warnings:

Marry The Mole by Haurvatat

summary: “You're going to break up with him before he can propose.”

The hands went down and the steel wall of Midoriya's entire being went up. “...Excuse me?”

“And in return-” Enji gritted his teeth, “-I will deposit 20 million yen in your checking account.”

The gay drama fic based on a tumblr post absolutely zero people wanted to see but YOU'RE GETTING ANYWAY

pairings: tododeku

tags: humor

warnings:

ascended fanboy by aloneintherain

summary: “I want to honour them,” Izuku said softly. “When I cosplay, I just want people to see how amazing these heroes are.”

Shouto brushed a thumb over his cheek, careful not to smudge his makeup. “They do. I promise.”

Or: Izuku and Shouto attend HeroCon, five years post-graduation.

pairings: tododeku

tags:

warnings:

#bnha recs #my fic recs #abuse tw #bullying tw

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honeypirate · 4 years ago

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Hi!! Congrats on 420 i think we should celebrate with baking while baked, friends to lovers, first kiss with oikawa? Stoner oikawa is so funny to me i can just imagine his hooded eyes and cackles of laughter and the stupidest jokes 🥰

I think this is the only one weed related lmao but thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it ❤️

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Oikawa friends to lovers baking while baked first kiss. Post time skip.

Oikawa has been your best friend since the beginning of your first semester when you met him at one of his away games in your city. He wasn’t around often then, your friendship consisting of 80% texts and calls, but when he was around his personality was so infectious you couldn’t imagine not having him in your life.

So you stuck with him, made an effort to keep the friendship strong when you were apart, so on those rare occasions when you could get together, ones like tonight, it would be even more amazing.

The joint passes easily between your fingers as you sit on your fire escape with him. You were talking about your exams coming up and the way his teammate is being a complete pain in the ass.

“How long are you here for?” You ask, expecting a week or less but smiling when he said

“a few months actually. It’s the off season and I’m taking some time to get my priorities in order”

you laugh “my pro volleyball player has priorities other than volleyball huh? Like what?” You ask then take a long hit and pass it to him

“like this” he says and smiles with his eyes as he takes a hit, winking at you and making you roll your eyes with a smile.

You feel your cheeks warm as you look over the edge, your heart fluttered when he said that, the feelings for him you kept hidden seeming to rush straight back to the surface.

By the end of the joint you’re giggling and leaning against him, no cares in the world, your previous worry about him knowing your feelings were out the window, replaced by a calm mellow joyful feeling between you both.

“God it’s so cold” you say “let’s go inside, my roommate moved out yesterday and I haven’t found anyone to take their place yet”

“Oh finally!” He’s saying as he throws his legs across the window “she was horrendous!” You laugh as you watch him struggle, his legs feeling like melted butter.

“Do you need some help?” You ask giggling and he starts to laugh with you “get over here!” he says between laughs and you move to stand next to him and put your arm around him, helping him hop into your apartment.

His arms wrap around you as he gets his footing, he buries his face in your neck and you squeal as his cold nose pushes into your neck.

“stop you’re so cold!” You laugh and he chuckles into your neck “and you’re so warm” he mumbles and hugs you closer. You couldnt resist how good it felt to be standing holding him, like your tingling skin felt soothed by his warmth.

You eventually give in and hug him back, taking his warmth as you shiver “you smell so good” you mumble into his neck and he chuckles “glad you think so” he says and his breath tickles your skin.

The way he spoke sounded so soft, your heart fluttered and you gasp, taking a step back and looking up at him through heavy bloodshot eyes.

“We should make brownies” he says suddenly, smiling wider as he runs to your kitchen. “They’ll warm us up!” He’s calling back.

You stand there for just a few more moments, calming your stupid racing heart, before you join him in your kitchen.

Making brownies high was an experience that just got harder and harder as it went along.

As he gets down your kitchenaid mixer from above your fridge and for a second you thought he was going to fall over backwards, so you stranded behind him ready to catch him at any moment.

You start some chill music and that was the easiest part of the evening. Your chuckling as you reread the ingredients list for the third time since he wasn’t listening, naming them out and he pulls them from the shelves and fridge.

Reading was a struggle when your eyes felt like couldn’t see and your mouth kept forgetting the words you were trying to say leading to Oikawa yelling “spit it out!” Making both of you have a giggle fit

When he goes to crack an egg he just drops the whole thing in the batter which starts you both on a second giggle fit that can only be quelled when you start clearing your throat, suddenly feeling thirsty with a dry mouth.

The brownies and egg in the batter was forgotten about while you make iced lemonade together.

Once you got back to the batter, you struggled through until they got into the oven. Making sure to set an alarm because you would not remember like you could sober.

Somehow you ended up sitting on the floor watching the brownies bake as you shared some of the extra batter you left in the bowl. “Brownies was a good call” you say softly and he gives you his signature cocky smile “I’m full of good ideas as you know” he says, chin covered in brownie batter.

You laugh at the state he’s in, mussed hair, hooded bloodshot eyes, and brownie chin. He looked so high it was so funny to you, he started joining in your laughing, not understanding what was funny but unable to stop.

You reach up and cup his cheek, brushing your thumb against his soft skin before bringing up your other hand, spoon forgotten in the bowl between you, and brush the batter from beneath his bottom lip and chin.

He gasps softly, his hands reaching for you, needing to hold you and make sure you were real and solid.

“Y/n” he whispers and grabs your knee with one hand, the other resting against your neck.

You gasp softly and look up from his lips to his eyes and feel your cheeks warm in embarrassment.

“Oikawa, I.. I” he smiles at you softly, brushing your hair with his fingers “I think we’re too high” you whisper, but you don’t move away, you keep your hold on him and that gives him hope.

“I don’t think this is because of the drugs. I’ve felt like this long before we ever smoked together” he says and you chuckle softly, your skin tingling where he touched, your brain felt light but clear, you felt like you were as melty as the brownies looked, half baked in the oven.

“You have?” You ask and bump your nose into his “you don’t know the half of it” he admits and you gaze adoringly through glazed eyes up at him. He cups your cheek and runs his thumb across your bottom lip “can I kiss you?” You ask and he chuckles “I might die if you don’t” he whispers you smile and press your lips to his for just a moment before pulling back and saying “you’re so dramatic Tooru”

the small chuckle that leaves his lips morphed into a happy laughter that had you placing your head against his shoulder as your sounds of laughter fill your small kitchen

“Tooru I just, I always thought you’d only see me as your best friend I never thought” you say and look back into his eyes.

he laughs “you never thought I’d be smart enough to get my head out of my ass and know what’s right in front of me? Y/n we’ve been through thick and thin and you’ve been my forever constant. Give me some credit, I’m not as dumb as Iwa thinks” you chuckle again and lean forward, the ability to resist the urge gone because of the weed, and press your lips softly to his neck.

You kiss up his neck slowly, feeling him swallow hard as he sighs, a sound that had your head spinning as you kiss across his jaw, until you finally press your lips against his and his world explodes.

Your lips move together slowly, feeling extra sensitive against his, aware of every nerve ending in your body. Your hands bury in his hair, you taste brownies on his tongue and you feel fireworks across your skin as you hum in approval and lick his bottom lip.

He chuckles and meets your tongue with his own before you both tried to lead the kiss, ending up making your head spin from how good it felt.

The brownie timer goes off and you gasp, jumping back and then laughing as Oikawa turns off the timer.

“Let’s get the brownies out and then we’ll get back to business” he says with a lopsided grin as you stand making you roll your eyes again, even tho your lips were turned up in a grin and your cheeks were warmer than ever.

After he places the brownies on the cooling rack he shakes off the oven mits to the counter and raises his hands towards you wiggling his fingers.

“let’s get back to business” he says and you start to chuckle before backing away slowly “hey hey wait where are you going?” He asks and you just wink with a giggle and turn, bolting from the room, his laughter following after you just before you hear him say “oh yeah” and start to actually run after you.

He’s on your heels as you reach the living room and his hands are on you by the couch, grabbing your waist and dragging you to the floor with him as he tickles your sides.

Your giggles fill the room as you try and swat him away “okay okay! I yield!” You’re saying and he stops his movements, pulling you back into his arms as he leans his back against the the couch.

“Back to business?” You ask and he laughs, his half hooded eyes looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and if you asked he would tell you honestly that yes, you are the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen.

“Yes please” he says and cups your cheeks as you lean in, pressing your lips to his once more.

Later that evening, with your head on his chest as you watched a movie cuddled up with him and stealing kisses whenever the boring parts came up, he leaned down to your ear and whispered, his voice soft and full of hope for the future

“I know we havent talked about what this is yet, that it’s day one and I’m definitely getting ahead of myself” he kisses your temple then sighs in contentment and says

“but maybe it’s a good thing your roommate moved out. Maybe it’s a good thing there’s a place for me here.”

#oikawa x y/n #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa imagine #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa toru #Oikawa tooru #oikawa fanfiction #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #tw drugs

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lilac-den · 4 years ago

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Hello dear author! How would the ROs react if they came home from a mission to find the MC asleep in their bed snuggling one of their shirts? Thank you!

Cracks knuckles. . . I’mma assume relationship-stage. . .

Zeus: The mission had been tough, as with many other mission. Zeus is a soldier, a dedicated fighter. No iota of complaints have ever crossed their mind.

But this time? It’s the first they ever feel irritated to have this mission drag so long.

Zeus is a clean-cut method for the company to utilize - a top weapon agent in their arsenal. But even they can’t stomach the haughty attitudes of those who belittle the responsibilities at work. That, and the fact they’re also the reason they have drag the mission far longer than it should.

Even Ares was scowling over the governmental agents slacking their asses off. If it wasn’t for Zeus and co, this mission would have gone for a week instead of five days straight. Zeus has already made a promise to spend the whole weekend, and they plan to keep that promise.

The keys rattle and click against the lock, allowing Zeus to step into their apartment with an exhausted sigh. God, they smell. It won’t do good to visit their beloved in such a state. Stripping their suit jacket off, they made their way into their room...

Only to blink upon the sight before them.

There was [Name], all curled up on their bed with their shirt in their grasp. What was once a neatly clean bed, with settled and smoothed out sheets, is now all wrinkled about and the sole chaos in a room of the organized structure.

A light tinge warms their torso.

It’s so strange - that seeing something that disrupts their usually fixed atmosphere be so fulfilling. It’s as if the exhaustion of the mission is lifted, all for the thought of peace with their lover’s sleeping, quiet state.

Zeus allows themselves to step closer, sitting onto the edge of the bed and reach out to brush their forehead. Brows knit, most likely from the feel of their gloves, before beautiful orbs blink open.

“Good morning, [Name],” Zeus says, monotonous and stone-faced. An issue with those who try to approach them, Zeus doesn’t excrete ‘emotional reveal’.

But [Name] flashes that smile - sleepy but joyful. Was it from having a pleasant dream? Or perhaps [Name] believe their dream is of this moment.

“Welcome home...”

Regardless, Zeus knows the yearning they felt for [Name] is mutual.

Hermes: “Fucking assholes, thinking they’re so brilliant...”

The unsettling curses flow out of Hermes as natural as a raging river, their fingers frustratingly flipping through their set of keys as they frown, only to click their tongue and flip once more in reverse.

The mission has taken a massive toll on Hermes - sure, it’s a success but it would have been three days earlier if those scientists from the governmental branch have more brain cells. They completely disregarded Hermes’s suggestion and simply went ahead with their own ideas, singling them out.

Clearly, that didn’t turn out well due to how that simply put them through a grueling demotion and put Hermes in charge of the issue. While there isn’t any other problem to be found, Hermes has grown irate at the time that’s been wasted to the point each of the scientists couldn’t even dare to make a peep of gossip.

The only pro coming out of this is the fact Hermes had earned some vacation days - specifically this weekend.

The idea of spending the weekend with [Name] provides some small mood boost; it had been the only thing that kept Hermes going with those so-called top-notch thinkers.

But when Hermes steps into their apartment and enters the bedroom, they eye the body that lies on their bed.

Pajamas adorn the frame of their beloved, with a small note of bedhead and a black, very familiar T-shirt wrinkling in their grasp as they smile obliviously in their sleep.

[Name] fits so perfectly on their bed, Hermes almost forego taking a short shower just to climb in. Curse outdoor bacteria.

Thankfully, [Name] didn’t wake up while Hermes was showering - considering how it’s massively early and Hermes has spent last night driving back home, being the night owl they are, they could sleep like the dead.

A common thing their beloved has mentioned during their brunches.

Dressed in their sleepwear, Hermes climbs into the sheets, careful not to move the shirt away from [Name], and wraps their arms around [Name] to let themselves settle into the comfort of their own bed.

“Hng...” Hermes’s ears perk at the sound that erupts after merely five minutes before they feel the body in their arm twitch, “Oh...Hermes, when did you come back?”

A sigh leaves them and they find themselves sinking into the softness, a heavy load of exhaustion upon them. Who knew the sound of their voice can make them crumble to instant relaxation? “Just now.”

A gentle touch on the head. “Tough mission?”

“Mm.” Hermes gives a noise of confirmation, relying on the stroking sensation through their hair for its warm properties. The body shifts, which leads to Hermes’s brows knitting together.

“Haha...!” A soft laugh escapes their beloved, a sound that leaves them fuzzy with delight. “Did you miss me too?”

“You took my favorite shirt.”

[Name]’s voice has a pause before concern fills it. “Am I not allowed to?”

The remembrance of [Name] cuddling with their shirt resorts to Hermes tightening their embrace. “Consider this punishment.”

A short laugh leaves [Name] again. “Seems more like a reward.”

Hermes gives out a sort of grumble and leans in without another thought, burying their head into the crook of [Name]’s neck. [Name] doesn’t speak another word, but the fingers that pet along their hair turn into a hand stroking from scalp to the back. A satisfied noise escapes with a minuscule smile.

Clearly, the one getting a reward here is Hermes.

Dionysus: “God, what a week.”

It’s one thing to go undercover as a hotel staff - it’s another to carry that role and attempt fixing most of the problems in said hotel. First had been a Frenchman and Englishman arguing over some preference of which country is better (Ironically - the Frenchman believes England is better while the Englishman believes France is better). Then, there was a lack of staff, which means more tasks to do than what most usually do.

It doesn’t help that Dionysus was in that situation because of some corrupt billionaire who couldn’t stop keeping it in his pants. Including the rare virus, he had spread to his ‘friends’.

It was just an absolute mess. Dionysus wasn’t sure how they’ll stomach seeing another messy bed.

After unlocking the door to their apartment and entering it, they lock the door behind them and head for the bathroom in their bedroom; Dionysus could go for a relaxing bubble bath. But when they step into their bedroom, they freeze with wide, shock eyes.

Lying on their bed, with a vibrant orange PJ shirt in the grasp of familiar hands, is the librarian in all their sleepy glory. Dionysus has always left their curtains open, so the sunrise’s rays are already shining into the room without making contact with the librarian’s blessed face.

Their heart melt. They smile widely and step closer to the bed. Bending down, they plant a kiss onto their beloved’s forehead, something which leads to forcing a groan out of their sleeping beauty.

Eyes blink towards Dionysus, blearily taking them in as the first thing they see - something Dionysus plans to keep doing.

A dazzling smile courses through their lips, flashing beautiful teeth. “Morning, sunshine.”

“Mnngh...” [Name] groans out, grabbing the blanket and curl out, though not turning away from Dionysus and simply rub their cheek into the shirt’s fabric. “No morning - too early...”

A humorous laugh leaves Dionysus as they bend down to leave a dozen more kisses. “Not even for some breakfast?”

A pause. An eye peeks open. “...Mngh.”

In translation: Always for food.

“Alright, I’ll make some animal pancakes.” Dionysus begins to move, but blinks from the slight tug on the end of their suit jacket. Turning back, they spy the hand that clings to it before lifting their head to face the smiling beaut. “What’s wrong?”

A wide grin appears and the librarian lifts themselves up, planting a light peck on Dionysus’s cheek. “Welcome home.”

The poor soul’s heart implodes from the cuteness overload.

Ares: “Fucking pansy shits, acting like kids with scissors...”

Ares just isn’t taking any more shit from the governmental branch. It’s bad enough they’re given weapons - now they have people wielding them, flailing about with a magnum, refusing to take better maintenance with them. If it wasn’t for the fact this was an undercover mission, Ares would have wiped their asses with armor-piercing rounds from an AK-47.

They make their way into their apartment, dumping their duffle bag onto the end of the coat hanger as they strip off their jacket, frustratingly untying their tie. It doesn’t make shit better when they had to have a long drive under the hot, fucking sun and get home just as night falls.

They couldn’t even visit that cadet of theirs on the day of their return - fucking bastards.

“I swear, I’m gonna beat the shit-” Their words stop short upon stepping into their room to eye the form occupying their bed.

The little hacker actually took over their bed.

With their shirt.

In their PJs.

Did they miss Ares that much?

“...Heh.”

A shark-like smile appears on their face and they step into the bathroom. Even after their shower, the cadet is still sleeping. Fully dressed to sleep with dried hair, Ares sighs and climbs into the bed before wrapping their cadet’s body.

“Fucking sap.” Ares mumbles, closing their eyes as a brief smile appear on their face.

???: The apartment door opens and closes without missing a beat, the figure tiredly stepping into the dark flat despite how it’s early morning.

Footsteps tread silently to the bedroom. And there, ??? makes the discovery of the figure on their bed, the brief moment of alerted panic shifting to a calm fulfillment; should have known their tweety bird misses them.

??? steps closer to the bed, reaching up to gently squeeze the bridge of the librarian’s nose. Watching their nose wrinkle, ??? nearly snort with amusement before kneeling onto the ground and fold their arms onto the edge of the bed, resting their chin on their folded arms to continue admiring the blissful sleep of their lover and how that smile - that bright, dazzling smile - make the world whole once more for ???.

(Bonus)

After a decent amount of time, ??? finally moves. They pull one of their larger drawers open and pull out a trumpet. They don’t really play instruments; it was mainly to annoy a notable friend of theirs. Licking their lips with eyes glinting with devious intent, they open their mouth...

Needless to say, ??? enjoys their method of waking their early bird.

#silverking #ROasks #ROreacts #Rela Stage

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minghaocouture · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung X Gender Neutral Reader Genre: Modern Magic AU, Fluff Warning: Language WC: 4K+

A/N: @svtxsoju HAPPY HOLIDAYS BINU!!! I know it’s a bit late but here you got <333 I wub you sooooo much and I hope you have a happy new year!! Also this is the last of my simper council holiday gifts so once the new year starts i’ll go back to working on my actual requests!

“That’ll be $24.78” The rather small vile in your hand held no more than 8mm of the shiny silver liquid. It was strange, and almost looked like glittery dish soap if you had no clue what you were looking at. It wasn’t a surprise to you when your customer gasped, shocked at how much such a small amount cost. His open palm slammed down harshly on the counter that separated the two of you.

“That’s ridiculous! Vetra’s shop was selling this for $10!” At his words, you wrapped your fingers around the small vial and pulled it away from him.

“Then go buy it at Vetra’s place, half the price for half the quality.” You retorted, rolling your eyes at the man’s attempt to have you lower your price. “Some of us actually put in the labor to make these potions, and I’ll be damned if I slaved over these vials just for some ass wipe to try and get me to dock my prices. So either buy this for $24, or get out of my shop.”

It might have seemed harsh, but you weren’t one to put up with bullshit. There were quite a few potion shops around town but very few actually made their own stock, many just buying it online and reselling it in a different container. Not you though, you put energy and so much magic into your work and you weren’t going to be haggled. At least not by some low rank vampire trash who thought he was better than everyone.

The male bared his fangs towards you, causing you to roll your eyes. Your free hand subtly reaching down below your register and grabbing a small pure silver dagger, just to prepare for a fight just in case. Vampires were usually the ones who tried to start something, so it was left there as a precaution for yourself and your employees.

The vampire growled, his eyes flickering over to a display of yours and you felt your heart sink. With a speed you could barely see the male had thrust his arm out, knocking the carefully put together display from the counter before he stormed out of the store.

“Get out of my way!” You heard him shout, shoving past a customer who was trying to enter the building.

You called out a small welcome as the door shut but didn’t bother to identify the new customer as you got to cleaning up. It wouldn’t be terrible but it was very annoying and exhausting. Placing your dagger back into its usual position before pulling your wand out of your back pocket.

“Novis Tempus” You muttered, flicking your wand into the direction of the mess now covering the linoleum floor of your shop. You felt the magic slip from your core, travel through your fingertips, down the mahogany of your wand and seeping out from the purples and blue of the fluorite perched at the end of your wand.

Your spell slipped through the air, a small light pink aura circling the mess that had spilled. Slowly it began to change. The liquid from the spilled vials slithered back into the glass, the shattered vials stitching themselves back together, and the wood from the broken standee returning to its rightful positions. It took a few seconds but you always loved watching as it happened, and soon your display was once again perched on the countertop where it had previously been standing.

Despite being a rather seasoned witch, the spell was advanced and took quite a bit of energy which left you rather exhausted. You were pretty grateful that your cover, a younger and much less experienced witch, named Christopher, would be arriving within the hour to take over so you could recoup the spent energy.

“Looks like I missed a party!”

The familiar voice instantly brought a grin to your face, your eyes flickering over to be greeted by the bright shining face of your favorite customer.

“Soonyoung! I thought you weren’t gonna make it in today, you’re later than usual.” You replied, making your way over to where you kept your...commissioned items. It was rare for you to get werewolves in here, most of their species didn’t really try to tone down their transformations, they enjoyed letting out their beast once a month. Not to mention how dangerous, time consuming, and expensive making a wolfsbane potion was, which definitely made them...one of your more pricey items that you would only make if requested, so most werewolves couldn’t afford it even if they wanted to. (though if someone was really desperate and you had the time you’d probably give them the first one for free. You’re not completely heartless.)

The male jutted out his lower lip at his words being ignored, it was kind of ridiculous how adorable he was when he pouted like that. Maybe that was why you poked his buttons like that, or at least the buttons you were aware of. Despite his monthly visits, you hadn’t tried to meet him outside of work before. A shame really.

As you crouched down to the bottom shelf where you kept requests, you heard the male start up. His voice always brought a smile to your face, his mood must just be contagious.

“I uhh missed my train?” Obviously a lie, but you weren’t going to point it out. After all, it wasn’t any of your business; he was just a customer. A very funny and endearing customer but a customer nonetheless.

Pulling out the large circular bottle, complete with a wooden cork shoved into the neck. The light blue liquid swirled in the glass with an almost eerie glow. You doubted that you would ever get used to the aura that the wolfsbane potion gave off. Bottle in hand, you returned to your register where Soonyoung stood with a small almost nervous grin on his face. Placing the bottle down on the marble countertop, you slid it forward with a single finger.

“Well, you better head out then, before you miss your train home.” You joked, watching as the tension seemed to drift away from him. At least he seemed more comfortable now. “Same thing for next month? Doing another early payment?”

You watched Soonyoung grab the fragile bottle and slide it snuggly into the backpack he was carrying (you were honestly surprised it survived the trip home considering how you’d seen the young man run.) As he did so, he pulled out the familiar pale blue wallet that he kept inside.

“As always! You already know my schedule so well!” He said happily, pulling out a bundle of cash and handing it over to you. “It’s on the 25th next month and I can come grab it on the 21st. Is that enough time?”

His question caused you a brief pause, filing through a mental category of your stock. You were almost out of moonstone after the last potion so you’d need to restock and then powder that, but nothing extreme so you confirmed this with a nod and a finalization of his payment.

“Well, I’ll see you next month then!” Considering this had been your routine for the past few months, you expected a small farewell before the bleach blond bounded from the store. So you pulled out your inventory book and began writing notes about his potion. Today was different though, as he lingered. You could feel his piercing eyes on you for a moment, just watching before he spoke up once more.

“I was...actually wondering if you were free anytime today?” You froze, your pen hovering over the parchment as your brain processed what had just been asked of you. Weighing the pros and cons of being honest with him, on one hand he was kind and you had just been thinking about what it would be like to actually befriend the male but on the other hand, this could have been a long game plan if he was some crazy killer. It was unfortunately, but you had to think of things like that, especially with the recent surge of missing persons cases.

“No pressure! I know it’s super weird and suspicious that I’m asking buuut, you’re pretty cool and I’d actually like to get to know you! Not to be a creep, but like as a friend.”

It was sweet, and the smile on his face was definitely inviting enough. So against your better judgement, you let out a small sigh.

“I get off at 5, think you can wait til then?”

If his neutral face was bright, then his cheerful one was blinding. His grin stretched from ear to ear and you watched as he pumped a fist into the air out of excitement. It was honestly really sweet and made your heart flutter that he was that excited to spend time with you outside of work.

“Yeah! I’ll hang around the district and come back when you’re off!” With that the male literally bounded out of your shop. As the door slammed shut behind him, silence surrounded you and couldn’t stop the joyful laughter from spilling from your lips.

You helped out a few more customers before Chris arrived, but once he did you quickly got to work on preparing to leave. Doing things like going over inventory, and rearranging some things that customers had decided to touch, with just a bit more pep in your step than usual. Which Chris definitely noticed.

“Someone’s in a hurry. Usually I have to push you out the door, just so you’ll go home and rest.” You had known Chris for a few years and he of course had seen right through you. Because of this you saw no reason to defend yourself.

“Yeah, you know that Werewolf regular?”

“Soonyoung?”

“Yeah, him. Well, he asked if I wanted to hang out after work,” You explained, trying to keep casual about the whole ordeal despite how excited you were. Finalizing your inventory check, you slid your work book back under the counter and when you stood up once more, Chris was smirking in your direction, rather smugly in fact. “What?”

“I was wondering when this was going to happen. He’s always making eyes at you whenever he comes in. It’s right cute.” He teased, and you were grateful that no one else was in the store to hear this. Feeling a heat rush to your face, you rolled your eyes at the male.

“Come off it Chris, He does not.”

“He does! He’s always like this!” He exclaimed, before quickly adjusting his position to show an example. Leaning one elbow on the counter he placed his cheek in his palm and just began staring at you with a sweetly intent look. You hated to admit it, but you had caught Soonyoung staring like that...once or twice, but you weren’t going to tell Chris that.

“Maybe you need to go get those eyes checked out, cause you’re seeing things.” You declared, slipping past him into the break room that was hidden past the door behind the counter. You almost cheered in relief as you heard the familiar bell ring through the store, signaling a new customer entering. Which meant that Chris wouldn’t be able to follow after you and the embarrassment would be over.

That was...not the case when you heard Chris’ cheerful voice greet the customer.

“Soonyoung! Nice to see ya! It’s been a while, you usually come in when I’m off.”

You mind blanked and you quickly got all of your belongings together, shoving your phone in your pocket before rushing out of the break room. Only to find Soonyoung and Chris laughing cheerfully as they spoke to one another. You almost let out a physical sigh of relief when you realized it was just a regular conversation and Chris hadn’t strayed the topic over to you.

When Soonyoung saw you though, his eyes lit up like it was some sort of holiday even though he had just seen you about an hour ago. Honestly, nothing had probably even changed about your appearance since then and yet he still looked at you like you...radiant.

“See ya later Chris, you have my number if anything happens. Don’t burn down the store!” The male in question quickly formed a mock salute that was almost as serious as a real one, if it weren’t for the intent purpose of making fun of you.

“Aye aye, Parental unit!”

Rolling your eyes, you gestured for Soonyoung to follow you and soon the two of you were gone. Off on an adventure that would be the first spark in a well lit fire.

***

When you left with Soonyoung, you were expecting the typical things that a guy does when he takes people out. What you got was...much different.

He started off by taking you to get a bite to eat, you were pretty hungry after your shift and so you were pretty grateful for that. The place was pretty small, a little mom and pop shop run by some friends of his named Seungkwan and Seokmin. If you thought Soonyoung was funny, then him with his two friends was absolutely hysterical, especially when he would tell stories of their adventures and imitate his two friends. (Seungkwan was not happy about that later part).

That’s when things took a turn.

Instead of a typical, let’s go see a movie, Soonyoung suggested a nearby gym area. Now it wasn’t really a ‘gym’, it was more of an entertainment location. It had things like rock climbings, a large number of trampolines, and even some feats of courage where you would try to jump from a singular platform to a large punching bag looking object while you were at least 20 feet off the ground (or at least that’s what it felt like once you were up there).

Which is currently where you were, harness strapped snuggly around you and a helmet placed firmly on your head. Eyes staring out at the large gap between you and your target, your hands pressing firmly against the cold metal of the pillar that you had just climbed up.

“Going to be completely honest, Soonie! I don’t think I got this!” You called out to the male who stood below with the service tech. He was suited up quite similarly as he was preparing to go right after you, but had dared you to try it first since you’d never been here before.

“I thought you were a witch, don’t witches fly?” He called back, confusion lacing his voice. It did provide a small laugh from you.

“Flying on a broomstick, and jumping crazy distances are two completely different things! I really don’t think I can do this!”

“Yes you can! Just scream Horanghae, it can take away all your fears!” He shouted back, earring him a rather confused look from you.

“Horanghae??”

“Horanghaaaaaae!” His voice almost tripled in volume as he confirmed the rather strange phrase, you probably wouldn’t have thought anything of it if he were like...a were-tiger, but he wasn’t. He was just full of surprises.

Taking a deep breath you heard him chant the phrase as you steeled yourself. With one last intake, you leaped forward with a loud scream of, what seemed to be, his favorite word. To your surprise, the distance was quite small once you were in the air and you latched onto the tube like a koala. Your was heavy and your heart was throbbing, but hearing Soonyoung go absolutely crazy below in excitement made it all worth it.

The two of you didn’t stay too much longer after that, going out into the now dark city. You hadn’t even realized how late it had gotten until you exited the building and were on your way to what Soonyoung was referring to as the ‘last bit’.

Now here you were, laying on your back in the middle of a park and staring up at the stars. Soonyoung was going on and on about the stars and these different constellations that his friend Wonwoo had shown him. It was...sweet, but you were only partially listening. You were conflicted, you really really liked him but...he was a customer. Wouldn’t it be weird to be crushing on a customer? Wouldn’t it?

“And that one is my favorite because it looks like a tiger! Isn’t it cool?”

Your eyes drifted over to him as he stared up at the night sky with those bright cheerful eyes that seemed to envelop your whole being with joy. His pale blonde hair gently brushed against his forehead with every small gust of wind. The light in his brown eyes was enchanting to see, and his smile...well it was radiant.

“Yeah...it’s beautiful.”

But you weren’t talking about the stars.

***

“And every time he’s around my heart is racing and It’s like all I can think about is him! Do you know how hard it is to help other customers when he comes into the store? It’s impossible.” It hadn’t been your intent to rant to Chris about Soonyoung, yet here you were. He had just asked if you were hanging out with the wolfman today and that sparked a 20 minute long tangent about the last 6 months that you had been spending with Soonyoung outside of work.

“You’re in love with him?”

“Chris you can’t just say the L word out loud!” You exclaimed, slapping a hand over Christopher’s mouth as if his words would call the male into the store. Chris rolled his eyes and peeled your hand off of his face before taking a grip on your shoulders.

“Just confess to him, it’s not like he doesn’t feel the same way. I swear you could dump boiling hot soup on his lap and he would thank you just because it’s you.” Chris declared, which was absolutely ridiculous. No one would thank someone for pouring soup on them, that was a dumb analogy.

You shrugged off his hands, and propped yourself up on the countertop since there were no customers in the store. Crossing your arms over your chest and letting out a frustrated groan as your gaze lifted to the ceiling.

“He’s still a customer, wouldn’t that be weird.” Out of the corner of your eye you could see Chris fixing you with a rather confused look. So you continued. “I mean, like what if he doesn’t like me and then it’s super awkward and he feels uncomfortable coming back into the shop? Not only would I just get to deal with a broken heart, but he could also like report us? Right? For like, being inappropriate?”

Chris snorted in disbelief at your ridiculous statement, so you turned your gaze to him and shot a glare in his direction.

“He wouldn’t report you, dumbo. I’m telling you, just go for it. You might be pleasantly surprised with his response.”

Before you could retort, claiming that Chris was being way too optimistic for his own good, the doorbell rang and the two of you turned to greet the new customer.

“Soonyoung! What a surprise, we were just talking about you!” Your heart sunk at Chris’ words, and you shot him a dirty look, jamming your elbow harshly into his side. Which caused him to let out a loud yelp as you greeted Soonyoung.

The male in question didn’t seem to notice anything was odd, and just beamed at the two of you as he sauntered up to the counter. The weight in your back pocket felt heavy as you watched him. It was a few days before his birthday and the two of you decided to hang out together since you wouldn’t be able to take the whole day off for his party (yes you were the boss, but it was just you and Chris and you weren’t gonna leave the poor guy alone all damn day. You weren’t heartless). He greeted Chris with a grin before turning his attention solely to you.

“Ready to head out?”

“Almost I’ve still got to fin-”

“Yup, they’re totally ready!” Chris exclaimed, shoving you towards the gap in the counter as he cut you off. “I’ve got everything under control here! Have fun kids!” Honestly it felt like he was your parent sending you off on your first date which made this all the more embarrassing.

Soonyoung seemed to notice the conflicting words and a bright laugh left his lips, his eyes slipping shut as his smile grew with his laughter. It only took a moment for him to recover and then extend his hand towards you, and without even thinking about it you took the offered hand. You could practically feel Chris’s eyes boring into your skull, the smug look on his face saying ‘i told you so’, as the two of you left the store.

You lead Soonyoung by the hand over to your car and he quickly climbed into the passenger side of the car. You followed much slower, pulling his gift out of your pocket before sliding into the drivers seat.

Not bothering to turn the car on yet, you turned to face him. The small black box held tightly in your hands, as if it were the only thing keeping you cemented in the moment. You almost wished you had taken one of those courage potions you sold, maybe you’d be less anxious right now, but you wanted this moment to be true to your feelings and the potion would have just muddled that up. Giving you a false sense of strength when you needed to find it on your own this time.

“Happy Birthday Soonie.” You flashed him a small smile, passing over the tiny box. He gasped and took it from you quickly, pulling open the lid to reveal a necklace. The cord was made of leather, which would be smoother to wear than a metal chain, and a gem at the center. A piece of Tiger’s eye with a shiny golden wire wrapped intricate around the stone which kept it in place.

“It’s not much but that’s a Tiger’s eye. It wards off negative energy, dispels fears, and helps bring good luck. I mean, it had more uses than that, those are just some of them. I figured it’d be good for you since you said you were worried about starting that new job, and it’s also a tiger’s eye and I know you really like tigers, and i like you so obviously i remembered that about you. “ You continued to ramble on as Soonyoung pulled the necklace out of the box and stared at it as if you had just gifted him the most priceless gem in the world. Your heart ached as you watched him slip the cord over his neck and turn to face you. Your heart sputtered as his eyes met yours and you felt yourself practically melt in your seat when he took your hand once more.

“Was that a confession I heard? You really like me? Like...like like me?” All at once you realized what you had done, Chris would never let you hear the end of this. It was probably the worst confession in the history of confessions.

You tore your gaze away, your eyes firmly planting on the sight of his hand gripping yours.

“I mean, yeah what’s not to like. You’re hilarious, sweet, and honestly really hot too. It’s almost ridiculous how perfect you are, and I jus-” You felt your words trail off as his free hand reached out and cupped your cheek, forcing you to look up at him once again. You almost completely combusted at the sight of his watching you as if you had hung the stars just for him.

“Would it be cheesy to say that cast a love spell on me.”

“Love spells are highly illegal.”

“Just let me be cheesy!” He pouted, but his eyes never lost that loving spark. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours and you felt like time had completely come to a stand still. You knew what you wanted, and from what he said you were hopeful that he wanted the same thing.

“Soonyoung, will you...kiss me?” As soon as the question left your lips, he had taken them with his own. It was like something clicked into place as he kissed you, his lips pressing firmly against your own as his hand slid to gently grip the back of your neck. Everything was perfect, he was perfect.

When the moment passed, he pulled away and let out a laugh.

“Best. Birthday. Gift. Ever.”

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