#the mood changes real fuckin quick

[loonylooly]

Just thinking about how Celaena Sardothien gets her hair, nails, and eyebrows done, goes to dance class, plays the piano, goes to the theatre and attends parties. Kind of iconic. Like it's definitely a huge tonal difference from like...all the other books, where getting your hair and nails done and going to dance class is definitely not something you'd think is possible... but like... I can let it slide cuz it's iconic (spoilers below btw)

like you go from Celaena going to dance class regularly to slavery to murder to living in a castle with fae and shit to murder and jailbreaks to war to jail to war again to being a queen LIKE HUH it does not match BUT ITS OK CUZ ICONIC IDK

It just kinda shifts from "things a modern highschool girl does" to "First of her name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains" i mean Queen of Terrasen

[darnell-la]

i’m actually so in love with your writing! Could i request Oldman!Logan x married reader having sex for the first time in forever bc he’s getting sick and age is showing in him and he isn’t healing but he wants to prove he can still keep up

note: Logan and his little emotional ass…

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“Logan, what are you doing here? What happened!?” Y/n asked, worried after seeing his state. The man had bullet holes in him. He was bleeding and looked like he was close to passing out.

“Need you, bub,” Logan said, meaning it in so many different ways, but y/n only thought of one as she pulled him into her shared house.

Y/n dragged the man to her shared room and pulled him to the bathroom. “The fuck, Logan — I thought you were done with that shit,” y/n felt horrible seeing him like this.

He went down after she broke up with him because of his unemotional ways. He didn’t show emotion when she left the mansion, but people noticed the change in his mood.

Logan was always an asshole, but he had a soft spot for sweet people. After y/n left, he felt no need to be that man anymore.

“Just a little fight. Nothin’ serious, princess,” Logan said as y/n sat him on the toilet. “Logan, not right now, please,” Y/n said before she went into her closet to find things to help him.

Logan was confused for a second, wondering why she didn’t like the nickname until he remembered. He took a look at her hand and noticed the ring he prayed wasn’t real.

After hearing the news of her marriage, he couldn’t take it. He tried reaching out to her, but she was a ghost.

After finally finding her, he noticed how happy she looked. That was decades ago, and since then, he’s just kept his distance. Still watching her, but never approaching.

“You’re still with him, huh?” Logan asked, sounding heartbroken all over again. “Yes, I am, and he gets home tomorrow night, so I need you out of here quick,” y/n said, aching the man.

“Can’t stay until he gets here? Maybe meet the man or something?” Logan asked, making y/n sigh loudly as she finally found what she needed. “No, Logan — Me and you haven’t talked in years, so there’s no need,”

“We haven’t talked because of you,” the man said in a low voice. “Yeah, because-“ y/n cut herself off as she noticed her tone getting higher. She shouldn’t be upset anymore. They’re done.

“Just- Let’s get you cleaned up,” y/n walked back over to Logan. The two stayed quiet as she took his shirt off to see what she had to work with. “Fuckin’ hell, Logan,” y/n shooter her head.

Even though this wasn’t the man’s fault, he looked down with a sad look, disappointed that he got worse over the years, and never better for her to see and maybe want him back.

“He treats you good?” Logan asked, trying to get rid of the silence. It’s been too many years of silence. “Alright,” y/n said, answering drily because she felt embarrassed about her life.

“Why just alright? I see he buys you stuff- On social media — I-I have you on social media,” Logan saved himself after y/n gave him a confused look. Y/n sighed with a nod, not wanting to tell him or anyone why he gave her those gifts.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” Logan asked with a slightly serious face after noticing her body language. After all these years, Logan could tell when something was wrong.

“Please, just- Let’s get this done, okay?” Y/n said before using a pair of tweezers to pull one of the bullets out. “Fuck! Fuck- wait,” Logan softly grabbed the girl's wrists as he stood up. “I’ve got this part,”

Logan slowly walked over to the bathroom sink to lean on it, resting and taking deep breaths for what he was about to do.

Y/n was confused until the man began pushing out bullets with low groans, trying to hide the pain he was in.

Y/n placed a hand on his back, comforting him so he would mentally feel better about this all. She couldn’t look at him like this.

“Just a few stitches, okay?” Y/n rubbed the man’s back after he got all of the bullets out. “No, it’ll heal itself. Just need it cleaned,” the man said before sitting back down on the toilet, already missing her back touched.

y/n wanted to ask why he came here if he wouldn't help him stitch up, but she kept her mouth closed and didn't ask. He finally had a small reason to show up and be let in her house.

“Lo — Logan, you need it,” y/n slipped up by calling him by the nickname she gave the man. Logan looked up at the woman, eyes lighting up at her words, but face expression tired.

He was tired of life. He was tired of living without y/n. He was tired of being distant from y/n. He was tired of going home and having an empty bed while she came home to whoever the man was she married.

“I need you,” Logan said, making y/n scoff, feeling tears fill her eyes in an instant. “Logan, if you’re not gonna let me help you, then you have to leave,” she hated saying.

“C’mon, baby — Just take me back,” Logan on off of the toilet and stepped towards her. Y/n instantly turned around, not wanting to look at him. She can’t. She’s married now.

“C’mere,” Logan said softly as he hugged y/n from the back, leaning down to sniff her neck. “You still smell good,” he said under his breath as his hands rubbed her waist and stomach.

“Logan, I can’t,” y/n said, not pushing him off, but hoping he’d pull back. She couldn’t bring herself to push his old but missing scent away.

“C’mon, baby — If you couldn’t, then you would’ve pushed him off a while ago,” he said, and he was right. That’s when y/n turned around and placed her hands on his chest, pushing, but he grabbed them, keeping her hands on him.

“I’m sorry, y/n — I wasn’t good back then, but I am now. I’ll do anything to get you back. To get all of those years without you, back,” Logan’s hands softly grabbed her cheeks.

“I-I can’t, Logan — I have a husband, and he- He treats me right,” y/n lied, and he knew it instantly. All the years away from his girl, he still knew when she was lying and not doing well. Her slight body language change does not lie.

“You don’t have to lie to me, princess. If he doesn’t treat you right, I won’t laugh, judge or make you feel like shit,” Logan said as tears slipped past her eyelids.

“Hey, hey — Don���t cry, okay? This is my fault. You’re with him because I wasn’t man enough to deal with love. I was scared, and I let us get together knowing I should’ve ghosted you. I should’ve fuckin’ stopped it right then, but I didn’t because I love you, y/n,”

“I’m so stupid,” y/n buried her face in the man’s chest as she cried. Logan’s own tears slipped past his eyelids, hearing y/n cry like this after all of these years.

If only he had been a better man, a better boyfriend, she wouldn’t be like this. What has she been going through, through all these years? Anything negative was his fault. All of it.

“Baby, no, you’re not. I am. If I just did better, you’d be with me. We’d both be happier,” Logan pulled y/n’s face back as he wiped her tears. “Need you to stitch me up like you wanted. Take care of me, then I’ll take care of you. Till the day I die,”

Y/n isn’t invincible, but she does take a bit longer to die off. She’s nothing like Logan though, so getting together at this time, especially since his regenerating powers aren’t working well anymore, is perfect.

“Mhmkay,” y/n said low, feeling her heart grow for the man again. “Please stop crying, baby. Gonna make me feel bad,” Logan playfully pouted as he lifted her chin. “Good,” she giggled low.

“So good, baby. Always so fuckin’ good, baby,” Logan whispered in the girl's ear after slipping past her folds, filling her up until he had no more to give. She took him so well. Like they have not stopped being together.

“Oh my god, Logan,” y/n cried as she scratched his back, drawing a little blood. He almost forgot how strong she was. He never really paid attention. She was always his sweet little girl.

He cursed himself for being an asshole towards her. All he had to do was tell her when he felt down. All he had to do was ask for help. All he had to do was accept that it’s okay to not be okay. She would’ve been happy to help.

“Gonna keep you, baby. Gonna take you from your sad excuse of a husband,” Logan snapped his hips, shaking at the feeling of being someone he hadn’t been in for years. Since her, he hasn’t been with anyone. Not one soul.

“Ima treat you better, baby. Gonna show him how to be a man,” Logan didn’t know how the man was. He knew nothing about him, only the fake news he puts out on social media, but by the way, y/n was clenching around him and not calling her husband to get Logan out of their home, he knew the man was a dick.

“You’re gonna tell me everything about him, y/n. Don’t miss one detail. Gonna show him what happens when he makes my girl cry at the thought of him,”

Logan’s hands rubbed y/n’s cheek, watching her jaw go slack as his hips bucked up into his, chasing after her orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Forgot about that rich prick. Knew he wasn’t no good,” Logan talked like he knew the man personally. Even if he wasn’t a bad person, Logan didn’t care. Y/n was his, and his only.

“Fuckin’ hell — Still squeezin’ me tight like back in the day, when you cum,” Logan reminded the woman as she came all over his cock. “So pretty when you did it too. Now you look better because we’re finally officially,”

Y/n was confused at first until he spoke. “You’re my wife. And I’m your husband. You’ve always been mine, and I’ll show you that. Gonna show you all the years you’ve missed out on me, baby,”

Logan smashed his lips onto y/n’s, hungrily kissing her as he pounded, making sure to fuck her into the mattress. He was old, and his body ached, but the adrenaline was still there. He wanted to fuck her for hours. Mark her for hours. He wanted to do everything with her for hours until her shitty husband came back to the sight of her taking his cock better than she could ever take her husbands.

“That’s it, baby — Gonna fill this little girl up like I should’ve done years ago. Trap you with me and never let you go,” Logan’s hands found hers and locked. He pinned them beside her head and leaned into her neck, sucking as he groan.

The man couldn’t help himself, sniffing and growling into the girl's neck as he spilled into her, hard. Cumming so deep, she swore she felt it swirl in her stomach.

“F-Fuck,” y/n cried low, feeling complete. The feeling of him in her, marking her, and telling her she was his, made her heart grow. Fuck her husband. She couldn’t wait until he came home to the sight of Logan claiming her.

[riotlain]

TWD Physical Affection Hcs

Bc im bored in class again🫶🫶

Hugging, PDA, kissing, and some cuddling hcs

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Rick Grimes

Hugs tightly

When its a long hug he tend to rock back and forth

Kisses your head in hugs when he leaves to go out on a run or something

Hugs from behind when youre doin something

Rubs circles on your waist with his thumb when yall cuddling

Aight with PDA like he aint gonna overdo it but he'll definitely hug you in public

Cuddling is usually him on his back and you having your head on his chest

Radiates warmth. Like constantly

Non sexual neck kisses kinda guy

Daryl Dixon

Was really really awkward at first with hugs

Youre his first real relationship so like???

When he gets around to it tho he fuckin CLINGS

Like its a bit tight but not too tight yknow

Hugs you when he leaves for a run or hunts and hugs tightly when hes back

Daryl prefers to not do pda tho

The most huggin he'll do in public is like awkward side hugs yknow??

Daryl likes to face you when yall cuddling but usually you end up with either him as the big spoon or your face in his chest

Soft kisses. Mwah mwah

Forehead kisses like alot alot

Carl Grimes

Also radiates warmth

His hugs are pretty loose unless hes been away for a while

He rests his head on your shoulder alot

Also has the habit of rocking while hugging for a while

Carl doesnt show affection in public that much

He holds your hand and gives you quick kisses

Loves kissing you like hes down for any kind of kiss

Forehead kisses, hand kisses, cheek kisses

Bro is literally an attention whore /j

Kisses you after fights

Cuddling starts with you in his chest or him in yours. But he moves around in his sleep quite a bit

Usually ending with him on top of you

Glenn Rhee

Lovely hugs chefs kiss

Strokes your hair when yall hug

I feel like his hands are like very warm but the rest of him changes constantly

Kisses you every morning and every night

Likes to be little spoon but you didnt hear that from me

Usually puts his face in your chest when yall cuddling

Aight with PDA but gets if you aint

Usually holds hands with you

Another non sexual neck kisses guy

Paul (Jesus) Rovia

Aint against pda.

Aka he usually holds your hand or hand an arm around you waist

He moves alot in his sleep so cuddling will start with yall spooning or facing each other

Then in the morning you guys are spread out on the bed

Enjoys any kind of kiss

When hes gone for long (or nearly fucking dies) on a run he gives mighty tight hugs

Swings you around in hugs when hes particularly happy

Negan Smith

Tight hugs tight hugs tight hugs

Kisses roughly usually

Its just how he is hes a rough man

Will be alot softer though if its been a long day

Hes a big spoon sorry

Rocks you in tight hugs

Will also swing you around

Kisses you anywhere and in anyway

Doesnt matter

Neck kisses neck kisses

Rubs circles on your waist when cuddlin

Simon

Another rough kisser

Likes to kiss you randomly to surprise you

Always has his hands on you in public

He puts his hand in your back pocket or around your waist

Non sexual (and probably sexual) neck kisses

Kisses your hand as a joke

Warm. Like a furnace

He likes to lay on top of you

Always feelin you up when yall cuddling like man💀💀

Owen (Wolf)

Doesnt care where

Hugs real tightly (possessive mf)

Cuddles are usually him being a big spoon

Hugs from behind alot

Either hardly any pda or hes all over you

Depends on his mood

Warm hands like immensely warm

Likes to hold your hand but would never admit it

Kisses are actually pretty gentle

Unless yall are making out then🧍‍♂️

[danieyells]

different anon but going back to that haku ask you linked,, he’d definitely make you do all the work and ride him huh!! just shoots you a lazy smile and tightens his grip but doesn’t fuckin move and just watches you bounce!!

Probably lmao he'd at least tell you you're doing a good job, prase you, tell you how good you look over him, but he'd be like. Trying to tell you what to do! While lying there doing virtually nothing himself!!! Participate, bitch!!!

Maybe he'll pull you down onto him a bit or hold your hips tighter or touch you a little bit but. . .he will lie there and let you do the work.

Now if you stop and seem tired. . .he might flip you over and let out all that stored energy he kept while letting you do the work. Or you could be lazy together and he can grind up into you a little. . .or be mean and just start fucking into you hard, forcing you to keep bouncing on him. Depends on the mood.

(I'm sure he'd put more effort in, especially early on when he's trying to impress his partner but. . .he'd probably give into his laziness once you start getting comfortable with one another. And if you don't wanna put all the work in yourself then slow mutually lazy sex it is. Groping, grinding, slow kisses ans breathing each others' air. Until one of you can't take the slow pace and starts getting more proactive. But also, how lazy are you feeling because you both may just end up dry humping, fully clothed, until you both cum in your clothes and have to wash up and change--and, hey, if you wanna shower together real quick he might have a little more energy for round two. . .if you're interested.

On the other hand I think he'd be willing to put a little extra effort in to make sure you enjoy it. He doesn't wanna disappoint you or anything--he'd be kind of a crap boyfriend then, right? If you're not gonna be able to enjoy it if he's taking it easy then he'll take the lead. He's a man after all. He'll suck it up and it'll be worth it in the end. But he's gonna goof a little the whole way. Playfully complain that you're actually making him try. Good thing he likes you so much!)

(also, try sitting on his face! No heavy work needed from anybody. He will happily wrap his arms round you and put his mouth to work--it's no more difficult than talking, after all, he can do that much.)

[chemical-killjoy]

Here's a few reminders about the current heat wave in australia and global warming.

Things you may not know:

2023 is the world's hottest year on record, and 2024 is looking to be worse.

Heatwaves are Australia's deadliest natural hazard. Let that sink in. It's not fires. We all know how devastating those are. It's not floods either. It's heat waves. It's not just a little heat, it's a hazard.

With the cost of living and inflation currently happening, a lot of people are rationing air conditioning or can't afford any. This puts more people at risk

It's not just the heat, but the humidity with it that adds to the danger

If you live in a suburban area, you are more at risk, as the concrete and lack of trees traps in the heat

The La Nina (sorry my laptop won't let me do the tilde) years we're going through are now hotter than El Nino years 50 years ago.

Risks with the heat wave and temperature rise in general:

Heat stroke can make you quite nauseous, so you may not be eating enough, making it harder for your body to look after itself.

There's such a thing as over-hydration and it can be just as serious as dehydration

With hotter nights it's harder to sleep - another thing effecting how well your body can handle things and cope

A cold beer can sound soothing, but alcohol warms you up, as well as dehydrating you, and causing lower blood sugar; keep this in mind as you enjoy, make sure you get plenty of water as being dehydrated with this shit is... let's say, subpar.

Heat exhaustion is real, no one is able to think lightning quick with the brain fog that comes with this heat. That means if you're not fully with it, things like driving become more dangerous

If you can't cool down within 30 minutes when you have heat exhaustion, or worse, heat stroke, it can become deadly

If you have a mental health disorder (and if you're on tumblr, chances are you're either neurodivergent, lgbt+, mentally ill or a funky mix) the heat literally changes your mood and exacerbates things. This has been linked to an increase in suicides and attempts, please make sure you have a support network in place, as if things are hard, call Lifeline on 13 11 14, or 000.

There is a point where sweating doesn't help as the hair is saturated/there's high humidity and the sweat cannot evaporate, therefore not cooling you down

The heat can kill, the link at the bottom of the page tells you how

Safety tips:

YOU ARE NOT STRONGER THAN THE FUCKIN SUN!!! Please make sure you are wearing sunscreen if you have to be outside or even near a window. Sunburn and cancer aren't funny, it's painful and deadly.

Drink plenty of water. No one cares if you look uncool carrying around a water bottle, because they either are as well, or are putting themselves at risk. If you're putting a bottle of water in the freezer for the next day, make sure you have non-frozen water to drink straight away

Seek shade as much as possible, even if it's carrying a small umbrella with you, or literally just a cap. Anything is better than nothing. This includes sunnies.

Cold baths and showers. I don't care that they're not pleasant, they can save you. If you have heat stroke, one of the best things to do is to have a luke-warm bath (as this temperature will likely already be painful - I saw my sister go through it) and make it colder to cool yourself down SLOWLY (but really, best advice is to call the doctor, 000, or go to the hospital)

Keep an eye on your body temperature if you can. If it gets over 41'C, your body begins to basically cook itself inside out

If money is an issue and you have a working air conditioner, set it to a higher temperature and turn on a fan. This will make the air feel cooler while saving money

If you don't have an aircon, here's a link on how to create a makeshift one

Alternatively, take turns with your mates going to each others houses to all be in an air conditioned room, while saving money of not having your aircon on everyday.

Aloe Vera at night when you're sunburnt will help ease the pain and cool you down. Also things like using mint body wash will make you feel cooler

I know we're all sweaty but do NOT overdo it with the deodorant. It will clog up your pores, you won't be able to sweat... this is bad

Take a break from exercising; your body will not start to deteriorate muscle until about 3 weeks of not using said muscle passes (I learnt this from my physio). If you're struggling with the idea of not exercising for a while, you might be struggling with over-exercising or an eating disorder - please think this over and consult a doctor.If you need to continue exercise for medical reasons: make sure you are in a cool area, hydrated, have time to cool down after your workout, and do NOT attempt anything too intense. No HIIT or anything high intensity. Aim for things like yoga or pilates (it's not just for women!!!)

You can buy hand held misting fans from kmart for $5 (these really work... I was at a concert in 41'C heat and the lady next to me had one... it helped so much)

Now is not the time for body insecurity, you are fucking gorgeous, I swear, just put the fucking crop top and shorts on or go topless if you can. It's too hot for insecurity

Make sure you've got a good fly screen and leave your doors/windows open but locked over night to keep you cooler. If you don't have a fly screen, try putting a mesh curtain over the door/window.

Silk sheets are not a good plan, you want cotton for absorbancy

Stop having hot meals. You need something cooler, no one gives a shit if you're having weetbix for dinner if you're not dying from your body temperature rising!! It's already gonna rise from the energy expenditure of digestions! So just eat something cool, ok? And make sure you're getting enough carbs, they're not evil, they keep your brain functioning, and you need that extra help with the heat fog brain.

Last of all don't be afraid to call 000 or your country's emergency/crisis number. Thanks for reading and stay safe!

Here's the link to where I got most the info, feel free to add more info to this!!!

[elliesangel222]

DEAD DOVE pt.3 // E.W x reader

wc; 1k

last chapter

You awoke the next day to a sleeping Ellie, you looked down at her and smiled. Admiring her freckles and the scar that cut through her eyebrow. You were startled when Ellie woke up. “What’re you looking at?” she mumbled in a raspy, sleepy voice. You blushed a bright red as she lifted her arms and stretched, showing off a sliver of skin on her stomach. You stared and stuttered out a response. “N-nothing” Ellie smirked and shrugged. “Mkay..” she rubbed her eyes sleepily. 

“I have to leave later tonight, me and my friend are going to the carnival, is that okay?” you looked at her doe-eyed. Ellie swore her mouth watered at the sight, The girl had no idea why you were asking her permission but she loved it, it made her feel more powerful.

“What friend?” 

“Jesse.”

Ellie's eyes darkened and she felt a jealousy that ran so deep she swore the sound of his name physically hurt her. She didn't like the idea of sharing, but she needed to focus on you before she got too aggressive. She was saving the red flags for later...

“Mhm,” Ellie mumbled and got up to go make you guys some breakfast. You sat up in the sheets and rubbed your eyes. You sighed and got up, in a good mood that morning. You stretched your arms and got up, getting ready to grab your bag before you remembered you didn't have it. You bit your lip, deciding on what to do.

You got up and looked in Ellie's closet, grabbing a sweater and pants before changing into them. The pants were so baggy you had to roll up the waistband to keep them up, thankfully the sweater covered it.

You looked in the mirror and fixed your hair, swiping some chapstick on your full pink lips. Ellie leaned in the doorway with your plate of food, watching you admire yourself in her mirror, in her clothes. The sight made her boxers damp.

 “Spin for me?”

Ellie announced her presence and you turned to her with a smile, before turning all the way around with a dramatic jazz hand. “Sorry, I forgot my clothes-”

“Don't be, they look good on you. You look real pretty.”

You blushed and took the plate from her, the both of you sat eating in silence before Ellie spoke. 

“You’re so pretty”

 You covered your face with your hands, Ellie walked over to you and pushed your hands down from your face. You looked up at her before you were cut off by her lips crashing against yours.

  The action caught you off guard but you quickly kissed her back, tangling your hands in her hair, and walked towards the bed, Ellie walked backward and fell on the bed, and you fell on top of her as you continued making out, her hands traveled up and down your thighs, kneading them like dough as her tongue twirled against yours.

 You pulled back to take a quick breath before capturing her lips again in between yours, she bit your lower lip and then pulled away before latching onto your neck, sucking and licking at it. Leaving mean purple hickeys, you breathed heavily, your chest heaving as you let out a breathy moan. Ellie looked up at you lustfully as she kissed her way down to the hem of your shirt. 

“Can I take this off?”

You nodded desperately, grinding your hips against her denim-clad thigh shamelessly. Ellie held your hips in place. “So needy for me, hm?” you pouted and nodded, looking into her eyes as she pulled off the sweater you wore, revealing you wore nothing under it.

“Fuckin’ pretty, I knew they would be pretty..” she mumbled as she lowered her head, leaving kisses all over your exposed breasts. You watched as she took a nipple in her mouth, sucking and licking on it tenderly. Your mouth widened in an ‘o’ shape as she moved onto the other nipple. Letting out occasional small moans, you raised your hand to your mouth, muffling the erotic noises that left your swollen lips.  Ellie pulled your hand down instantly. 

“None of that, wanna hear you. Never knew you made such pretty noises, fuck…” she drawled as she tugged the baggy jeans down your waist. You bit your lip as she pushed you down on the bed, moving her head down between your legs, She kissed your folds, diving straight into liquid heat. Ellie pulled back and you let out a whine. “So fuckin wet for me..” you nodded as you tangled your hands back in her disheveled auburn lock. Ellie dived back in, her tongue working skillfully over your puffy clit.

It felt so good, she kept hitting your clit with her nose, making you see stars. Without warning Ellie inserted a finger in your pussy, you looked down, babbling as you watched your cunt suck her finger in greedily. 

“Can you handle another one? angel?” You nodded so fast you swear you got whiplash, Ellie let out a breathy chuckle and inserted her middle finger in. The way her fingers hit your gummy walls just right, made you let out strangled moans and had your legs shaking so hard. A knot bundled up in your stomach and broke so fast, you came the hardest you ever had. Ellie kept her fingers moving steadily, riding you through your high.

Ellie cleaned you up gently after, she ran you a bubble bath and washed your hair with vanilla-scented shampoo.

“What time do you leave?” Ellie asked.

“Nine” you hummed

Ellie's touch turned aggressive, her fingers digging into your scalp painfully as she tugged your hair too hard.

“Ow!” you yelled, hissing in pain.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Must’ve zoned out” Ellie explained dully, you nodded. You looked back at Ellie and planted a kiss on her cheek, not noticing how cold her eyes got at the mention of your best friend.

next chapter

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

okay idk if you've listened to evermore but i cant stop thinking about tis the damn season and dorothea being about kylux, with hux being dorothea and then i get sad lol

IM SO FASCINATED BY OUR DIFFERING KYLUX EVERMORE THOUGHTS OH MY GOD

I’m a folklore girlie at my CORE even tho I’ve been listening since debut so ofc i also love evermore the VIBES!!

(Hold on im saving this as a draft real quick this is worth getting out of bed to use the computer)

So i absolutely see your point about dorothea, but I think i get lost on that a bit because of the high school themes, and at 28 I have so much trouble reading high school aus, they make me feel gross? even college aus are starting to get that way, so I'm mainly writing grad/law school if i play with academia.

(if ur looking through my ao3 bookmarks this doesn't, weirdly, apply to ships i discovered WHILE in high school. thank god, I read so much steter fan fiction when I'm in a particularly foul mood.)

TIS THE DAMN SEASON THO

now that's a got the germination of a fic in me. It hasn't made the list of "actual aus I'm going to write" but it'll get there once I have even a HINT of plot.

I have a big au in my head about champagne problems as the starting song from Hux's POV, where he turns down the proposal of the proper society candidate and then runs away and meets kylo and it's a whirlwind romance?? I love that shit, I swear??

but RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME IS MY BIGGEST FUCKING HUX SONG THO

like imagine a world were they wERE together and then starkiller happened and everything goes to shit and it's over, but KYLO NEVER SAYS ANYTHING and hux iS STILL AT THE REST-AU-RANT

I have cried to this au that exists ONLY IN MY HEAD

REAL HUMAN TEARS ABOUT IT ANON

(It's also on my playlist for the KYlux big bang but in that au it's entirely in kylo's head, and more a statement on his state of mind than the actual plot. THat fic is ONLY GOOD VIBES it's 100k of self indulgence and honestly a shameful amount of smut)

Willow also works for Hux, I feel like? It's an au, obviously, but I'm sure you've all fuckin noticed I only write modern AUs Im an absolute SLUT for them.

I just feel like "They count me out time and time again," and "show me the places were the others gave you scars" are pARTICULARLY good lines for them?

Gold rush is also perfect for any AU were you have Hux feeling self conscious? It's a song that's entirely about not wanting to fall in love, because you think it's not realistic? Like, it's about dreaming how good a love could be and then denying yourself it?

Tolerate it is great for a break up au from Kylo's perspective, absolutely, especially if you make kylo young enough that their age difference is proportional enough to matter, to change the dynamic of their relationship?

This sentence is just an appreciation of no body no crime i'm not using it for a kylux au its just a fuCKING GOOD SONG. Signed, former olive garden employee

Don't get me started on your losing me btw i wILL have a break down.

anyway yes I have mANY THOUGHTS about evermore this is surely both too much and not what you asked for but I hope it was at least enjoyable!!

[ambroziadelphine]

Lucky Dove (Madara x reader x Izuna) Chapter 1

Masterlist

All of us were sat in the back room on the bar, it had a bigger area for special events so we decided now may be a good time to use it given it has more room and we can seat the Senju brothers away from Madara and away from the front windows. I doubt them all sitting on a couch together is a good idea and we didn't want people questioning why we were open so late. Dove had changed into a black sweater, it got kinda cold at night in the lower level of the building but we had heated floors so it was thankfully okay. Sometimes I loved Scotland for this.

"So.. you know everything that's happened up until the most recent war?" Hashirama asked us as we finished explaining what the books and anime were and how we knew what had already happened after my death. I nodded as I leaned back in my chair, Dove was sat on the arm, leaning on me slightly as she lazily flipped through the books.

"Yep." She said, popping the 'p' as she tossed the manga onto the table with the rest in front of us. "My brother was so obsessed with it as a kid. And he's shown me tons of stuff about it online; in this world you can find so much information about the Naruto universe, even down to your favorite and least favorite food. It's both creepy knowing you guys are real and all now, but also kinda impressive with the knowledge this world would have of yours given you know nothing about ours." She said, getting slightly off track making me flick her arm, she stopped and slowly turned her head to me.

"Sir, I will not hesitate to bite you." She said making me let out a laugh, though the others looked more concerned then anything.

"Will she actually, bite, you?" Tobirama asked, he was very obviously put off by her words if his slight disgusted sneer on his face was anything to go by.

"She has a name, you stupid fucking cunt. It's no wonder you never found a woman in your world with how bloody vile your personality is so far." Dove snapped at him as I stopped laughing and put an arm on her leg.

"Hey, you're supposed to be the calm one. Stop it." I told her, though she just rolled her eyes and deadpanned at me.

"I'm missing ma fuckin sleep for this, and ma daily schedule is about to get severely fucked with this situation, so yea, 'm a little irritated about this." She said, a lot less bite to her tone now making me smile again. Madara and Hashirama were staring at us in a strange way, though I was more focused on how Tobirama was glaring daggers at Dovie and I; I swear, if he tried anything on her or makes her uncomfortable I will stab him in his sleep.

"Well, can you at least be civil?" I asked her making her huff, crossing her arms.

"As long as he keeps his bloody mouth shut, I'll do the same." She said making me give a small sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Dovie. Now, as I was going to say," I started, turning back to the men while just missing the way Dove relaxed a little bit more at my words, or the way the two elder brothers in the room looked at us, a smirk swiftly beginning to cross Madara's face as Hashirama seemed a little almost giddy in his seat but I paid them no mind as I was also quite tired. "I've learned to keep my arms and hands out of her way, she will bite to get you to go away or move if she's not in a talking mood." I said, seeing the men all sweatdrop at the unbothered expression on the red heads face, looking at one of her healing tattoos on her wrist, my brother and Hashirama staring at her in confusion.

"Why?" Madara asked, Dove shrugged and looked up at them all.

"Gets the point across quick enough." She said nonchalantly, Madara snickers as the Senju brothers sweatdropped, thinking Dove was probably an idiot when she's actually anything but that. "Besides, I only do it with certain people. Izuna just happens to be the one of those people. You are all safe from my biting." She said, putting her hands up in reassurance before turning her head away.

"For now.." She mumbled so only I could hear making me chuckle, rolling my eyes at her.

"No biting." I told her making her sigh.

"Fiiiiiine." She said before she yawned slightly, leaning on me again with her arm on my shoulders and her cheek on my head.

"You should probably go to bed now, Dovie." I told her, she looked down at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Thought you didn't want to deal with Murder McMurderson over here?" She asked making Tobirama let out a scoff, you could almost feel the arrogance he gave off in that moment.

"I'm not a Murderer. If anyone here is it his brother." He said with a roll of his eyes, crossing his arms as I deadpanned at him.

"Okay, remember earlier when Dove said we can kick you out and leave you to fend for yourself? Yea, that still applies to right now, and I'm not dealing with you being a little bitch anymore, Tobirama." I said, crossing my arms. They all looked slightly shocked at my words, though Madara not as much; I'd even say he looked slightly impressed which I found amusing. I guess I was a bit less, vulgar, when I was in their world. Dovie really has rubbed off on me a lot. "I hate you, my brother hates you, you hate us. We get it, now get the fuck over it if you actually want our help." I told him, it was plain and simple. He needed help and he was in no position to be treating us like this in our own home, so I was going to make sure I was very clear that he understood that. He looked at me stoically, but I could see his anger flaring under his collected composure, his eyes burning daggers at me but he shut his mouth, Hashirama sighed and ran a hand down his face.

"Tobirama, you are going to get us into a worse situation if you keep treating others like this." He muttered as Dove chuckled.

"This world isn't like you're old one. You need ID for most important things and none of you have that. Going off on your own is more likely to end up with you getting into very, very bad situations especially given you have no idea how to act normal here. Since only Izuna and I have proper ID for this world, you'll have to rely on us for most things if you stay here. Is that understood?" She asked them, Hashirama immediately nodded, Tobirama reluctantly following suit as Madara squinted at her then turned to me.

"How do you have ID here if you're supposed to not exist?" He asked making me sigh, pulling my wallet out of my pocket and pulling my drivers license out, sliding it over to him.

"Because in this world I am not Izuna Uchiha. I'm Izuna Uzuma." He said, Madara eyeing the small card with the alias and my photo before handing it back to me. "I didn't pick the last name, Ian did. Thankfully, I might know someone who could get you an ID for yourself here, but it'd take a while. Not exactly a legal or easy thing to do to just make a whole new identity for someone." I said as I put the card back in my wallet, they were all silent for a moment as they all processed this before Dovie yawned again and sat up.

"I'm going ta go back upstairs and get the rooms ready for 'em. Don't stay up too late, we need to figure the rest of this out as soon as we can." She said, patting my head lightly before she got up and left, throwing up a peace sigh as she left. "See ya." She called, not looking back over to us as she walked away. I watched her leave for a moment then shook my head and chuckled at her antics before looking at the three men in front of me. Hashirama has a slight smile on his face as Madara looked at me and the door Dove just walked out of slightly amused, Tobirama was just sulking in his chair. It was clear he hated the situation they were in, mainly because he had to rely on me, an Uchiha he had thought he got rid of a long time ago.

"Are you dating her?" Madara asked suddenly making me choke on my spit, coughing slightly as I looked at him with wide eyes.

"W-what?" I asked, he raised a brow at me and crossed his arms.

"Are you dating her?" He repeated, Hashirama's smile had widened and I realized what they were thinking making my face turn bright red.

"Wait, no! You've got it wrong, i-its not like that!" I stumbled, raising my hands in defense as I tried to explain through the embarrassment I felt at being asked such a question about my best friend by my older brother of all people. "She's my best friend, nothing more!" I said, seeing him look at me with a very unconvinced look.

"Is that why you're face is so red around her then?" He asked, I could feel my face burning, trying to stutter something out when he smirked. "She is beautiful though, I will say. Who would have thought while we were all fighting a war, you had that pretty little thing dotting on you here the whole time." He mused, I felt something in my stomach tighten, something about the way he spoke about her unnerved me. 

"She's helped me learn about this world, she's just been a really good friend to me. That's all." I said, though I knew he didn't believe me.

"I think she likes you." Hashirama said with a knowing smile, Tobirama rolled his eyes. 

"Okay! I think that's enough talking for tonight." I said, abruptly standing up, trying to save myself from this embarrassment much to the two men's amusement. "Dovie's right, her and I still have the bar to run tomorrow so we shouldn't stay up too late. I can show you to where you guys will be staying for now." I said, trying to keep calm as they all followed me back up the stairs just as Dove came out of one of the empty apartments, all set up for when a student would arrive but now turned into a temporary living space for the Senju brothers. She looked at us, seeming slightly surprised to see us back up so soon but she didn't dwell on it long, walking up to us by our own apartment door.

"That door will lead to where you two are staying. There's three rooms, take your pick which one you want." She said, leaning against the wall before holding a key out to Hashirama. "You're quite lucky we have these extra spaces for you. We run a program with a few local colleges so over summer and winter break students usually stay here. I'll let the school know a few of the rooms have been filled until further notice so they know how many students can apply this year, so that place is all yours." She said, dropping the key in his hand.

"Thank you, we really do appreciate your help.. Even if Tobirama may not show it." He said, his brother still scowling making me roll my eyes at him.

"Grow the hell up Tobirama. Getting people to hate you in this world won't get you nowhere, and considering we have no clue how to get you two back, you're gonna need a major attitude adjustment. You have no power here, even Chakra is nearly impossible to access here, so learn to live or you can go die alone for all I care." I said, they all seemed to freeze at that. The mention of such an important thing being out of their grasp seeming to disturb and shock them to their core. Hashirama looked confused, Tobirama stoic though with how he closed his eyes for a moment then opened them a second later in shock, he felt it too. The absence of a vital energy flowing through him. "You didn't notice until now, did you? How you can no longer feel your Chakra now? Its because its so weak in this world you can't feel it; so hidden no one here can access it like we could in our old world." I chuckled, shaking my head as Madara paused.

"So, we are like.. regular men in this world?" He asked making me slightly grimace, knowing there was a lot to still explain and a lot they needed to know about why they may not be just like any 'regular' man still.

"Not exactly.."

[unknownjpegs]

tip

“What do you think, Benji?”

“Huh?” He tears his eyes away from the man sitting at the end of the bar, softens the glare into something neutral so Sunshine doesn’t think it’s about her. 

Still, Sunshine’s perceptive to stuff like that. Emotions, focus, changes in somebody’s mood. And Benji’s not real subtle about any of those.

“Matilda’s placing the order at that Thai place,” she tilts her head off to the side, where their keyboardist leans by the front door on her phone, plugging the other ear. Lark stands next to her, reading off his own device. List of everybody’s orders, he guesses. “And we’re all ready to get out of here if you are!” 

Benji spares another glance towards the other customer. He’s an open-mouthed chewer, which is what Benji had immediately noticed. Bloke’s ugly. Got a big fuckin’ loud mouth. 

Sweetheart, he’d said at the bartender. Who, Benji noted, looked like she hated the name just about as much as she hated him sitting right by her mixing station, where she couldn’t get away.

You put enough bourbon in this? And he’d turned to his friend beside him, held up the glass. I can barely taste it! Are you new to bartending? Haha!

The girl had grimaced her best customer service smile and remade it for him, just to appease. Hadn’t worked. Just a shit fuckin’ customer, he knew, not her first or the last. Probably not even that night. 

But damn, was he bad. The whole time they’d been here, the arsehole had been getting louder and louder about his displeasure. Drinks not right, television on the wrong station. Jeering little comments when the girl’s back was turned. 

“He’s being annoying,” Xavier had noted right before he’d stood to go to the bathroom. “I would have kicked him out already.”

“I’d do worse,” Benji volleyed back, glaring over the rim of his glass. 

Now Xavier’s coming back. He can see, over the guy’s shoulder, the tall redhead make his way through the crowd down the hall. He waves at Benji, big grin, and then points at the annoying guy. Mouths something obscene Benji can’t make out but knows is funny. 

And he’d focus up, try to decipher it, except the guy is gettin’ loud again, and it’s real hard to ignore. 

“We can get outta here in a minute,” he tells Sunshine, nodding at her finished drink. “I’ll get that for you, a’right? Go make sure Til got Mouse’s entree right, ‘ey? You know how she gets.”

Sunshine nods and gives his arm a hug, slipping from the chair and skittering away in that short quick-walk pace of hers.

Xavier, at his side now, slides a big palm between his jacket and his shirt. “One of the stalls in the bathroom had SpongeBob blowin’ some guy in sharpie.” 

Benji snorts, but doesn’t look away from the bastard. Xavier follows his gaze and scrunches his nose. 

“Still?”

“Still.”

“Hope she gets a tip for that. Dude’s been putting it away, look at all those glasses.” As if on cue, the guy slides a bill — a single — across the counter, rancid smug smirk on his face like he’s just done something real clever. “Oh, shit. Jinxed it.”

The bartender doesn’t hide her distaste; he can see her eye roll when she turns to close out his tab at the computer. 

“Okay,” Benji decides it, two palms slapping the counter. “S’enough of that I think.” 

He pushes away from the counter, strides down to where the duo sit.

“Hey, mate.” Nice, unthreatening grin. Easy to charm dumb bastards like him, accent and a half-hearted smile. “You leavin’ anytime soon? Need an Uber?”

“Yeah, afraid so.”The guy eyes him warily at first, but he’s drunk enough for the glazed-eye fizz of alcohol to make him friendly. “And we might, why?”

“Cool,” Benji says, nodding. “Sound.” 

He reaches under the guy’s elbow and swipes his phone. Before he or his friend can react, flicks it in a smooth-sailing arc behind the bar, where it lands in the soapy dishwater with a satisfying plop. 

The guy stands, face going red with anger — and alcohol — his mouth open in a shocked circle. “What the fuck is the matter with you?”

He takes a step forward, and then, because he’s got a decent few inches on him, glances over Benji’s head. Xavier, at his left shoulder, take a step too. Imagines what kinda frightening hackles-up expression must be on his face, tall and intimidating besides. Feels emboldened by that, so he gets right up close to the guy.

“Y’think nobody here noticed, huh?” Benji gestures around, grin curled now into a cruel sneer. He tips his chin at the bill on the counter. “You’ve been chatting’ shit all night, and then you do that? Get a couple tenners out for her.” 

The guy recoils, glaring harder now. “No, why the fuck would I do that? She kept fucking up.” 

Benji takes another step, head tilted up, something murderous on his face. “Get three tenners out, or we’ll be waiting ‘round the front when you’re ready to go.” Looks him up and down, adds: “Wanker.”

The accompanying stare-down is brief. He only grumbles a little bit, and the two rats scuttle out as quick as they’d put away drinks.

“M’sorry about it,” Benji says to the bartender when she wanders over. Hands her a few bills, adequate tip included thanks very much, to cover his and Sunshine’s drinks. “Thanks for putting up with us.”

“Um,” she says, staring down at the cash pile. “Literally no problem.” Glances at him, a bit of color high on her cheeks. “Do you want to—”

“Nope!” Xavier chirps over his shoulder, sliding perpendicular to the counter. He starts to walk, nudging Benji along with the strides and pushy hands on his back.

Lark gives them a brow-furrowed, speculative look when they finally join up at the front door. “What was that all about?”

“Poor guy was too drunk to get the tip right, and his phone wasn’t workin’,” Benji says dryly, tucking a cigarette between his teeth as they all file out. “Had to help him run the maths.” 

Xavier sighs dramatically. He’s draped over Benji’s back as they cross the lot, nearly dropping them both.

“Uncharacteristically nice of you,” Mouse says, suddenly appeared over Sunshine’s shoulder, who shrieks in terror. Ewan’s next to her with hands tucked into his pockets. They both look hazy-eyed and sleepy; snuck off for a smoke break. Maybe a bit more, if the pink flush on Mouse’s cheeks has anything to say about it.

Benji shrugs. “My good deed for the week.” 

As the group approaches the bus, Xavier quickens his pace. Gets a hand around Benji’s wrist, dragging him along just as quick. He’s gotta skip a little, laughing, to keep up. 

And then Xavier practically runs, all pretty in the darkness with the parking lot lights glinting off his hair. He shoves Benji up the bus stairs unceremoniously, then follows. Peeks his head out the door. 

“Fifteen —“ he gives Benji a quick up-down, feral grin and dark eyes so mischievous that Benji’s gotta smirk back, even though he’s a little confused. “Twenty minutes!”

“It’s fucking cold out here!” Mouse shrieks, cupping her hands around her mouth. 

Xavier cackles like a cartoon villain. “Sorry! Gotta do my good deed for the week.” Turns, catches Benji by the face for a kiss, and starts walking both of them back. Whining: “Dude, c’mon. That was hot, why are your pants not already off.”

“Oh, is that what this is? Your standards are fuckin’ abysmal, mate.” He says, shrugging out of the jacket, hands already at his belt. “Lucky me, though.”

[trashcha]

(1st tag real)

Azul kinda cute but DAMN ain’t no need to do my guy dirty like that, you coulda like gone and helped or asked Floyd and Jade to go 😭😭

Jade cute asf tho makin me kick my feet & everything 😩🙏

FLOYD DO JOT WHIP IT OUT TO ANYONE. (giggling)

But yeah I think him making some tweaks and changes would make sense, same with him just letting the plot go wild. I think it’d depend on both mood and the choice he has, BUT MARRIAGE???!!?!!! IMMEDIATE YES FOR U BABE 😩🫶❤️❤️❤️

Also him memorizing a bunch of spells is cute thank u bae ❤️❤️❤️

Leona… u cool n all but like gah damn the tsundere is POTENT 😭

Also like overblots would be interesting since like… a lotta the time I just think that these mfs don’t think of the weight of their actions. Despite how quick he is with the whole overblot, I think he’d have the nagging thought in his mind that, yeah, this is pretty fuckin useless since MC is bouta beat the negativity outta them, and cause they already lived through the buildup and burst of emotion.

More angsts!!! o(○｀ω´ ○)9

Ahem, apologies, that probably wasn’t the most proper of greetings to start with ∩(︶▽︶)∩ I hope your day has been going pleasantly~ It says your requests are open so I was hoping I can send one in.

Might I request some headcanons of a fem!MC with the Octavinelle trio and Leona (all separately)? In this case, the guy had been crushing on MC for the longest time (follows the main game storyline of Yuu from alternate world). For the sake of this headcanons, let’s say that she got into a terrible accident during the Diasomnia arc that led to her death. Her death shook many of her friends (think practically all the main characters in the game) but utterly devastated the guy. But one morning, he wakes up and find himself on the day of the entrance ceremony again. He thinks it was all a very weird dream since no one else “remembers”, but once he sees the familiar figure so awkwardly out of place at the entrance ceremony, all the memories and emotions comes flooding back.

Summary: Basically the guy gets a second chance. What will he do? Try to follow how things went in the past timeline? Or succumb to emotions and straight up attach himself to her side even though they’re “strangers” still?

Sorry if I requested too much characters… it didn’t specify how much on the rules page, but if it’s too much, please feel free to exclude the Octavinelle trio and just do Leona! :) And sorry also for how detailed this request is… my brain tends to go on a tangent-

Have a good day/night <3

azul ashengrotto, jade leech, floyd leech, leona kingscholar : fluffy angst (?), minor mentions/implications of death.

gn reader !

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎;;

Azul is tempted so hard to just succumb to his emotions and approach you but the wise part of him held him back from doing so because if he did that, wouldn't you get weirded out by him? And it won't do well with his reputation.

So, he had to wait for the right time.

And so he waited for the time to strike.

He let you and those silly meddling baboons turn his contracts into ashes as he calmly waits for him to overblot

Once he did, he made sure to deliver less damage towards you, he doesn't like seeing bruises on your skin.

Azul would actually change the plot that it'll become unrecognizable.

Instead of you dying and suffering heavy injuries, it'll be someone that's unfortunate enough to make a contract with him a day before your demise.

He sacrificed the poor random unfortunate soul that was naive enough to accept his conditions (he actually tricked them into signing and he MIGHT have twisted his words just a liiiiitle bit.)

But it was okay! You're safe and sound after all! :D

Now, the future doesn't seem so dark and he doesn't dread it anymore because you're alive now and onto the next stage of the plan: wooing you!

𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇;;

Jade would try to follow the past timeline

Notice how I say ‘try’?

Yeah he's actually letting things go with the flow but he'll occasionally pop up out of nowhere and start a conversation with you.

He would greet you in the hallways with a smile that seems oddly terrifying

Jade's nightly routine consists of him laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling while thinking of how he could stop you from dying without sacrificing his frienship with you.

He often stays up late and he sometimes mindlessly mutters under his breath about his plans and Floyd has to throw a pillow at him and yell at jade to ‘just go to sleep already! It's 2 in the fucking morning!’ just to get him out of his trance and so he can finally rest

You start to notice the bags under his eyes becoming more noticeable even if jade already applied foundation just so it won't seem like something's bothering him

But! Those sleepless nights and staying up until god knows what hour is worth it once he sees you smiling at him with only a few injuries and chatting with him happily is enough payment for his efforts.

He's happy that you're alive and knowing that he didn't fuck up anything.

he'll visit you once you're well after going up against malleus overblot and he will bring a homemade mushroom soup made by him and spoon feed you himself <3

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇;;

He'll practically do both, it depends on his mood.

He'll let you experience Riddle's overblot and all that without him helping you because he knows that you'll be creeped out by him if he suddenly appears out of nowhere!

BUT after a few weeks since the riddle overblot incident happened, he'll follow riddle and pester him about you and ‘when is he gonna meet the oh so brave one that saved his gold fishy?’

Riddle who is fed up with Floyd's annoying actions finally decided to introduce you to him (Floyd practically planned how the introduction is gonna go)

Once you've met him properly he'll slowly start to appear more and more frequently around you.

He needs to make sure his shrimpy is ok and fine! Because if shrimpy isn't well... How is he gonna marry his shrimpy?

He practically becomes your guard dog and he's there when malleus practically started to overblot

WHEN I TELL YOU THAT FLOYD NEVER WHIPPED OUT HIS MAGIC PEN SO FASTT☠️

He actually decided to learn and memorize a lot of healing and protection spells just for this moment because he doesn't want to relive the scenario of seeing his shrimpy dying.

the eel man practically whipped out his magic pen and just started being your shield while you yell and shout at malleus about something that Floyd couldn't careless about- but he still listens and observes you and malleus's interaction. Just in case he ever needs to pick you up and run away with you in his arms :D

He really loves you shrimpy! So please don't go dying on him again, he'll be really sad and he isn't sure if there's gonna be another chance to save you ...

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑;;

Leona would be the type to follow how things went in the past timeline, even if he's itching to run up to you and just hug you tightly because witnessing you- dying in front of him was the most painful thing to watch... And what he hates about it is the fact that he can't do anything but to just watch you... disappear on a world that you didn't come from.

Leona was given the chance to save you from your death and he'll be damned if he won't protect you.

Leona would secretly observe you from the shadows with the excuse of “Don't be delusional. I sleep often at this spot, herbivore.” even though he doesn't really like napping in loud places.. which you're often found in because of your lousy friends

Leona will try to alter and change the fate that will bestow upon you.

Him overblotting would still happen and it's much more faster although even in his overblotted form; he is still trying to think of ways to save you

Leona's senses would heighten more whenever you're around him, his guard is always up

Everyday he wakes up, he is reminded of the fact that as each day passes by; your death day gets closer and closer and he's getting ready for that day.

He was given a chance to save you afterall and he won't just sit still and watch you lose your life in front of him, no. He'll protect you even if it costs him his life.

[prettyboykatsuki]

calls home | k. bakugou

★ tags ;; gn!reader, pure fluff, established relationships, reader is a support items enginerr.

★ wc ;; 1.3k.

★ synopsis ;; katsuki hates nosy interviews, but maybe coming clean about his love life will get these people off his back.

★ a/n ;; not a very novel concept but i wanted to give it a go lmao

"We're rolling!"

Katsuki as the director behind the camera gives him a thumbs up. The camera light flashes red. He really loathes the entire filming process. All forms of public promotion, actually. But he promised his manager he would turn up and do his best for this interview.

He sighs, looking into the camera with a bored expression.

"Uh. Hi. I'm Bakugou Katsuki. Pro-Hero: Dynamight. I'm here with Heroe's Weekly to do a QnA."

He can hear in his voice how much he doesn't want to be there but doesn't bother to change his face. Off-camera, the crew are snickering. He knows a handful of them, friends of friends. He shoots a glare their way. The director gives him a pleasant look.

"Aw, don't be like that. Your fans have been asking for this forever."

Katsuki snorts, arms pulled over his chest.

"You think I don't know that? Fuckin' everyday on my twitter. You shitheads are so nosy."

"Calling your fans shitheads...your brand is one of a kind."

"Yeah, yeah. I don't get why they all care but whatever. Made a promise so I'm here."

The director laughs.

"Right. So, are you ready for the questions?"

"As I'll ever be."

The interview questions start off as he expects. He really does hate doing them, quick and formulaic responses for most of the basic ones. He's gotten them so many times in his life they don't even really feel like real questions. It's all information that's found easily through some google searching.

Age? 20 something. Star-sign? Who the fuck knows, but he thinks aries. Favorite food? Whatever's spiciest. Why'd you become a hero? Because he wanted to be the best. Who's your favorite hero? Still Allmight.

After the initial round of questions comes the deeper ones. He has to admit they're more well-thought-out than he's used to. With time, he finds ease in talking about the prompts.

What sets you apart from other heroes? Field experience, he thinks. Knowing the position of the victim and the victor young, all thanks to his fucked up teen years. What was your childhood like? Better than most, but god he was such a dick. Is there any advice that you think young heroes should hear, even if they typically don't? Valuing your life is valuing the lives of others, no matter what anyone says.

After the serious questions die down, the director gives him a smug expression. All softened up by the obvious thought that went behind it, her grin is amused.

"...Your viewers wanted to ask some more.. personal question

Katsuki raises an eyebrow.

"Gave me all the good questions upfront to curb my mood, huh? Cheeky fuckers."

"Permission to ask?"

He barks a laugh.

"You can ask whatever the hell you want but I don't know if I'll answer."

"Well, everyone is most curious about your love life."

Katsuki scoffs.

"Not this bullshit again."

"Oh, c'mon! You got voted sexiest hero of the year, of course the people want to know." The director insists, probing him "You can't give even a hint?"

He sighs.

"Give me a second."

Pulling out his phone from his pants, he unlocks it and opens up his text messages. He can practically hear everyone holding their breath but chooses to ignore it.

(sent 2:46pm) they're asking about you. fucking annoying

from baby 💌 (sent 2:46) you already know i don't mind. it might get them to leave u alone.

(sent 2:47) yeah i guess. love you. rest up and ill see you later

from baby 💌 (sent 2:47) love u too kat. see u at home. pick up some food on the way pls i dont wanna make lunch.

He grins at his phone a little, completely lost to the fact he's still with a bunch of annoying people. All of a sudden he wants to go home, clicking his phone.

"Who's got you smiling at your phone like that?"

"My fiancée."

Immediately the studio erupts into chatter. He gives them an unimpressed look, clicking his teeth. Is it really such a huge deal?

"You'd think I just dropped a fucking bomb in here."

"Fiancée?! Is this the first time you're talking about it?"

He nods once.

"Yeah."

"Can you spare us some details?"

"Like what?"

"How you met, what they're like, how you fell in love! The more the better."

He clicks his teeth. This is tiresome, but he relents. Crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes flick up to the ceiling.

"I don't know how to fucking answer any of that. We met on the job, though."

"But we're dying to know!"

"Isn't it fuckin' enough that I said something? What else do you need to know?"

"Are they pretty?" Someone on the crew shouts. Katsuki smirks.

"Better looking than every person in here, yeah."

A bunch of oohs and aahs chorus from around him. He wants this to be over and done with more than anything, but it feels like he can't back out now.

"Well if you can't answer them, maybe it's worth having them answer."

"Are you fucking serious? You want me to call them right now? No fucking way."

"A journalist is never above begging Dynamight. Plus now the whole set wants to know of this mystery person.

"God you people are so persistent." He spits, agitated. He looks directly in the camera "Let me make it very clear. Put this in your final cut. After this, I'm never talking about this shit again. If you ask, I'm kicking your ass."

Katsuki reaches into his pocket for his phone again, fingers hesitating to open it. He does with a deep sigh, tapping your contact in his call list. It rings twice before you answer. He puts you on speaker.

"Hi baby," Your voice is melodic and sweet. Katsuki can't help his smile "Is your interview over?"

The director mouths the word baby in shock and Katsuki gives her a glare.

"No, we're in the middle of it right now. They were asking me annoying questions and I didn't feel like answering them so they told me to call you."

"Oh? So they wanted me to answer, instead?"

"Yeah. Just about how we met and shit. That okay?"

"If it's okay with you I don't mind. What are the questions?"

Katsuki feels a flush crawl up his face.

"Uh. How we fell in love or whatever."

"Oh, how romantic." Your voice is pleasant. Katuski holds the speaker closer to his mic. "Well. Hi everyone. I'm Y/N and I'm Katsuki's fiancée. We met on the job, I'm a support items engineer and I worked on the major mechanisms for his suit."

Katsuki smiles a little at his phone, pleased. The crew greets you and you giggle on the other side of the line.

"We met in a business context first and became friends later. I used to think he was a scary guy but he's really not at all," You pause between sentences. Katsuki feels his stomach flip, smile widening "Mm... falling in love? It wasn't very grand. I think some time in-between I thought that he was a person I'd like to be with. Kinda boring right?"

"It's not boring." He insists. You giggle.

"I'm glad you don't think so. Anyway, it's not a very romantic story. I think if anyone got to know him like I did, they'd also fall in love."

A bunch of aww's sound. Katsuki flushes.

"You're an idiot." He spits. You laugh.

"He's prickly but he's a good person. I hope people are willing to look past him a little and see that."

Katsuki feels his heart give in, emotions rampant.

"You're too sappy for your own good." He says, no malice in his voice.

"Uh-huh. I love you too. Was that good enough?"

"You did good. I'll see you at home."

"See you at home, Kat. Bye everyone!"

Everyone sounds off on a bye and Katsuki hesitates as he clicks the phone off. He rubs the back of his neck, feeling awkward.

"That good enough for you?"

The director shoots him a grin.

"Perfect."

[tomanpeach]

the daddyfication of ran haitani (part 2)

a/n: thank you for the love on part 1!!!!!!! i hope i wrapped this lil story up okay, feedback is so welcome and appreciated please enjoy!!!

content: pregnant reader, mentions of drug use sanzu does some coke oop, angst, angst, angst, comfort!

word count: 2.6k

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part 1

the car ride home from the hospital is tense. ran tries to speak but you shut him down with one word answers or by not responding at all. you feel yourself slipping into a foul mood and desperately want to fight against it so it won't be such an awkward drive, but you can't help it.

you accidentally make it worse by asking, "can you drop me off at my apartment?"

ran gives you a look like you're insane.

in the last few weeks you've only been to your apartment once and it was just to drop off your rent check. you'd slowly started spending more and more time at ran's, moving clothes and items over so that you practically lived there with him. he was too proud (and nervous) to ask you to move in properly, so he did it by suggesting you take more drawers in his closet, bring over more necessities so you'd feel more comfortable at his place. your asking to go there suddenly and without reason felt like a punishment to him.

"why?" he responds simply, eyes fixed to the road again. you watch him adjust his grip on the steering wheel.

"i just... ran, i don't want you to be upset, okay?" you mumble, wringing your hands in your lap. his jaw tightens, "that's not a fuckin' answer."

"please don't be upset," you huff. "i just want to be alone tonight. i feel like shit."

he pulls up to a red light and then turns to you, "you really want that?"

any time he looks at you, and you don't see the mischievous twinkle in his eye or the teasing smirk on his lips, your heart sinks. this time is no different. "yes," you force out. "just for the night. please, please try to understand where i'm coming from."

the light changes. he nods once at you and redirects his attention back to driving. your chest aches knowing that he's hurt, but you need some time on your own to take in everything that's happened today. you needed privacy to receive the doctor's phone call and maybe to buy a fucking drugstore pregnancy test, too. everything still felt like some kind of sick prank.

it wasn't like you'd never thought about having kids before. and after almost a year of being with ran, you'd definitely had your share of wonderings and daydreams about him as a father, of raising a cute little kid together with your eyes and his charming smile. you just hadn't expected to have to confront these imaginings so suddenly.

the rest of the drive is silent. ran pulls up outside your place and says nothing. "ran," you squeak, hoping he'll look at you. when he glances over, his well rehearsed facade is up, smirk and all.

"get inside quick, baby," he jerks his head toward the door. "it's cold."

you can't help but frown at the way he's bounced back so quickly, how he's so unaffected while you feel like you're crumbling. he puts a hand behind your neck and drags you toward him to plant a kiss to your forehead, "love you."

"love you, too," you give him a weak smile that doesn't even last until you get out of the car.

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the ding of your phone's timer makes you nearly jump out of your skin. it's the next day, and you're sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, leg shaking anxiously, staring at the little plastic wand on the counter. part of you doesn't want to look at the test at all. it would be much less stressful to toss the thing in the trash without checking the results, wash your hands, and pretend this whole ordeal was just a bad dream. but the vomiting had been real. the emergency room, the dizziness, the sobbing in ran's arms, the doctor's words.

that had all been very real.

you force yourself to your get to your feet and pick up the white and pink stick with trembling fingers. before you can muster the courage to look at it, you bring your attention back to the box the test came in.

one line, not pregnant. two lines, pregnant. simple.

you squeeze your eyes shut and hold the test in front of you. counting backwards from 3, you suck in a shaky break. 2, you grit your teeth. 1, your eyes crack open.

two lines.

two fucking lines. clear as day, there was no mistaking it.

you meet your reflection in the mirror and see that you're crying. you turn away and head into your bedroom, climbing into bed and making the decision to sleep for the rest of the day. ------------------------------------------------------------------

across town, ran is sitting in the back office of sanzu's strip club with sanzu, kokonoi, rindou, and kakucho, waiting for koko to finish looking over sanzu's books so they could all get to the restaurant where they were planning to eat.

"did you have to do this now?" kakucho groans as koko turns another page then turns it back to double check his own work. "i'm fuckin' hungry!"

"i told you we were working," koko replies without looking up.

rindou rolls his eyes, scrolling on his phone. ran is leaned back in a chair, absentmindedly watching sanzu do coke off a mirrored tray on the other side of the desk from kokonoi.

his pink haired head pops up after a line. "stop whining," he sniffs, dabbing at his nose with his sleeve. "i'm runnin' a fuckin' business here."

ran's phone vibrates in his pocket, distracting him momentarily from the euphoria episode unfolding in the stuffy office.

"ran haitani," he answers formally.

a moment later he's on his feet, "uh, yes...but that's not–okay... mhm.... yes.... i understand."

in true ran fashion, he starts to pace down to the far side of the office and back. "i'll call back," he grumbles, the professionalism all but gone from his tone. "right... thank you..."

for a few seconds, nobody says anything. ran's back is to the others, his grip tightening around his phone in his hand.

"you good, haitani?" kakucho's voice startles him. when he turns back to the group, he's wearing an unreadable expression.

"that was the doctor," he's stunned to the point of being unable to produce any emotion at all. "apparently my girl's pregnant."

the responses come all at once, blurted in shock and sympathy:

"shit, dude..."

"i'm sorry, man..."

"wow, what the fuck."

"what the hell are you gonna do?"

ran's staring down at his phone with unfocused eyes, "i have no fuckin' clue."

ran feels a bit stupid. he feels like he should've fuckin' known. the random bi– sorry, moodiness–, crying over anything, the vomiting, the fucking jeans that didn't fit and made you cry... how had he not realized??

admittedly, ran had gotten girls pregnant before. he'd even told you about it vaguely, never wanting to hide who he was from you, who he used to be. receiving an “i’m pregnant” text used to hardly even phase him. each time, he would simply shell out some money to make sure they'd handle it, then promptly ghost them and move the fuck on. the situation had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience, a problem neither him nor any of the women he'd been sleeping with had any difference in opinion about how to deal with.

but now he was with you. and he wasn't so sure that he wanted to do away with this like he had been so used to doing. and, more importantly, what did you want to do? the doctor said she'd told you already it was 99% sure, so why the fuck hadn't you said anything to him?? he didn't want to face the most obvious answer.

you obviously didn't want that with him.

"i'm gonna go," ran croaks, throat suddenly tight and dry. without waiting for any acknowledgement, he disappears out of the office and leaves the club through the back door.

ran would never admit it, but he had spent many nights lying awake thinking about the future he hoped to have with you. getting married, buying a house, growing old together... a huge part of it always included having a kid with you. he loved imagining how you’d be as a mother. he was sure the kindness and patience you showed him on a daily basis would only increase for your child. sure you loved him, but it almost made him jealous sometimes to imagine how much you'd love that fuckin' kid.

sitting in his car, ran realizes the reality of your pregnancy is not anything like he'd imagined. he's not feeling overjoyed. he's not rushing over to kiss you and celebrate. instead, you're hiding the pregnancy from him, alone at your apartment instead of with him at his and he's sitting in his car outside sanzu's fucking strip club. ran feels cheated somehow. why didn't you tell him?

of course he understood if you didn't want to have his baby, as much as that would tear him up inside. he knew he wasn't dad material; his business was dangerous, the lifestyle he'd led for so long was definitely not suited for children. as many nights as he'd spent imagining being a dad, he'd spent just as many worrying about not being good at it.

what would he do if he ended up being a shitty dad like his own had been?

you were his complete opposite: soft, understanding, empathetic. you'd be an incredible parent, you'd make it look effortless. and he would probably just fuck his kid up or leave.

ran presses his fingers against his temples, as if trying to physically work the thoughts out of his head. one thing was clear, he needed to talk to you. soon. immediately. before he can talk himself out of it, he turns on his car and zooms over to your place. ------------------------------------------------------------------

you try your best to ignore the knocking at your front door but the sound won't let up. dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffle through your apartment and open the front door without checking who it is.

"i think you owe me an explanation, sweetheart."

the words are said so calmly but they still make you want to physically leap away. ran looks disheveled, frustrated, and honestly, close to tears. he's watching you with a blank expression but you know him well enough to see the hurt in his eyes.

"come inside," you mumble, leading him toward the couch. he follows wordlessly and the two of you sit on opposite sides, facing each other.

"why didn't you tell me you're pregnant?" he asks, getting straight to the point.

you pull your knees up to your chest, hugging them tightly, "i don't know."

"that's a shit answer and you know it," he snarls.

"i don't know!" you repeat, louder. "i panicked, honestly. i still don't know how i feel about it, and i didn't know how you were going to react..."

"but you should have told me, baby," ran's fists are clenched at his sides as he tries to keep himself calm. "we don't keep shit from each other especially not important shit like this!"

"don't yell at me!" you feel tears prickle in your eyes. "i got fucking scared of what you might think. and i had to know what i wanted before i talked to you. and, honestly, i figured i could probably guess what you'd want right now and that it was not being a father. sorry if that was so wrong."

"i can be a fuckin' father."

"well, just because you can doesn't mean you should."

the words strike him like a slap in the face. "i see."

"ran," you regret the words the moment they're out of your mouth. "i don't mean that. i just, i'm so fuckin' confused, i don't mean to–"

"nah, you don't sound confused," he smiles darkly, condescending. "it sounds like you know exactly what the fuck you want."

"don't do that," you cross your arms tightly over your chest. "don't make me the fuckin' bad guy just for being scared."

"you? scared??" ran asks incredulously, sarcasm dripping from his words. "of what?"

"um, i don't know, of growing a fucking human being?" you sputter. "of having to clothe it, and feed it, and raise it to help it become an actual person without fucking it up??"

"oh, please, you're gonna be fuckin' mother of the year and raise the happiest, smartest, most well adjusted little brat in history."

"but you don't know that."

"i do," he bites back. "and so do you. fuckin' admit it, you're scared you might be stuck with a guy who's gonna fuck up your kid."

"ran!" you recoil in shock at his words. "is that really what you think??"

he lays his head back against the couch cushion, deflating, "it's obvious. why else would you hide it?"

you watch him sink back into the couch, notice how his jaw clenches and unclenches under the skin of his face. he's so tense you can practically feel it radiate off of him.

"can i–?" you start to move toward him. he's tired himself out now, said everything he needed to say. he nods in defeat and you climb onto his lap.

you tuck your head under his chin, curling up against his chest. just having you in his arms– having your body so close to his– calms him down significantly. ran has always said that none of the bonten men would ever believe how quickly he loses fights when they're with you. the man who would be excited to take on an entire gang on his own and maybe even actually stand a chance of winning, folds immediately at the hands of one woman.

your hand cups his cheek tenderly. he leans into the touch, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "you know i love you more than anything, right?"

he's surprised by the words, especially right now. he felt the same way about you, but doesn't usually think about or assume that it's reciprocated. god forbid he got too comfortable and something happened to prove him wrong.

"you have so much love to give, ran," you hug yourself closer to him. "you protect the people you love with everything you have. our kid is gonna be so lucky to have you as a dad."

he's silent for a few moments, then groans out a soft "fuck" that almost makes you laugh.

"you were caught off guard, too," his voice is low, the words are coming out slowly, like he's analyzing each one individually.

"i made it about my fuckin' self when you were just... also scared. jesus christ.

"mhm," you mumble. he rubs your back as he senses you aren't mad at him, "why do i do that shit? i almost fuckin' blew it."

"no, baby," you reassure him. "you didn't. and i obviously wouldn't let you get away that easily."

"oh yeah?" he smirks, heart soaring with the chance to speak normally with you for the first time in what has felt like many weeks. "think you've got me locked down now that you're my baby mama?"

"shut up," you burst out laughing. he kisses your forehead lovingly.

"you know, if it's not the right time now, we don't have to rush it," he tucks your head under his chin. "we can try again when we're ready."

"maybe we're ready now," you say softly. ran doesn't reply. he must've misheard you.

"now?" he repeats.

"you're gonna be good at this," you turn your body to straddle his waist. "our kid is gonna love you so much."

ran takes a shaky breath as he smiles at you. "you think?"

"obviously," you nod enthusiastically. "because i'm the one cooking him and i love you so much."

"there's a lot i'd like to unpack there."

"too bad," you giggle, hopping off his lap. "i'm hungry and you were mean to me."

ran reaches for his phone to order dinner, "yes, mrs. haitani."

"not quite."

"not yet."

"okay, honey. one thing at a time."

[niphredil-14]

From Dying to Dyeing (Jason Todd/GN!Reader)

He stood in front of the bathroom sink, staring at his reflection, unmoving for what was mere seconds to him, though to the world had been several minutes. They took notice, they always did, almost as if they had some sixth sense for when their lover boy was feeling less than his worth. And so, they went to him, steps and movements loud enough to alert, but not to startle, and wrapped their arms around his waist.

“’m okay.” But his voice was tight, and the body doesn’t lie. They could feel him tense, his pulse picking up speed just a bit, the corners of his lips pulled taut, and his irises shaking ever so slightly. They knew it was a lie, though more intended for himself than for them, and responded by squeezing his torse in a quick, one-two fashion, and pressing a soft kiss to the back of his shoulder. He sighed and lifted a hand to the white streak at the front of his dark curls, twirling the strands around his index finger in slow counterclockwise circles. 

“Fine,” he grumbled, voice rumbling through his chest and back, reverberating into theirs. “I fuckin’ hate this thing. ‘S like a constant reminder that I wasn’t strong enough.”

“You were a child, Jay. A child that was seriously wronged. None of it was your fault, baby.” His hand left the colorless streak, and moved to rest atop theirs, his eyes downcast.

“Maybe.” He was clearly in one of his rare, non-argumentative moods.

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Morning light streamed through the windows, gracing the two figures perched on the worn, dark green sofa with warmth. He sat on one end, legs spread out, reaching to the other end and then some, resting on top of theirs. He held a book, some old copy of an Austen novel that he’d read many a time. They sat on the opposite end of the couch, thoughts swimming and swirling in their mind like the coffee in their mug. Their voice broke him from his focus on the ink filled pages.

“Jay Love? Do you think I’m good-looking?” The question was spoken quietly, but against the silence of their shared living space, it felt as though its volume could rival that of a mosh pit. He looked up at them, placing a bookmark between the pages, and softly pressed the covers together, placing the tome on the coffee table. 

“Of course, sweetheart, I’ve never seen anybody that looks better than you.” He looked at them softly, questions swirling like a storm in the waters of his eyes. “The most beautiful, the most handsome, the most attractive person I’ve ever had the honor of knowing.” 

“What if I had features that you didn’t like though?”

“You don’t. I love all of you, and there isn’t one part of you that I don’t find absolutely radiant, doll.” They sighed and twitched and pursed their lip from side to side.

“But for argument’s sake, Jason. What if I changed my appearance to something you didn’t find attractive? What then?” He leaned forward and grabbed their chin between his index and thumb, turning them to face him. 

“Y/n, no matter how you changed, no matter what you lost or gained, no matter what you did, there is no aspect of you that I couldn’t love, that I wouldn’t learn to love.”

“You mean that, Jay?”

“Of course, baby, why do you ask?” They smiled softly.

“No real reason, I’ve just been considering dyeing my hair.”

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The apartment was quiet, except for the soft electric buzzing of the yellow light, flickering above their head. He had gone out on patrol that night, and it was their turn to stand before the bathroom mirror, fiddling with their hair. A bottle of hair bleach sat on the counter, and a brush rested in their gloved hands. It was a risky move, but if it went well, then it might just help Jay, and that was worth any risk they could take. They went through the motions, and before long, they had a thin white streak at the forefront of their hair. Not long after they finished cleaning up did he arrive home, wearing his full Red Hood save for the helmet, which was slung under his arm. Immediately, he took notice of their hair and stopped to gape at them. 

“Whaddya think?” They smiled at him.

“Why?” he said back, dumbfounded, walking over to them and rubbing the white strands between his fingers.

“You said you’d learn to love any of my features, didn’t you?” He gave a small nod and hum in response. “Well, now you’ll be learning to love yours too.” 

He paused for a moment, and then leaned down to kiss them, a small smile pressed against their mouth. 

“Thanks, doll.” he murmured against their lips, breath fanning across their face.

“Anything for you, darling.” they replied.

[xesarchives]

she's fire Fezco x fem!reader

Posted February 19th, 2022

Summary: Based off of the song she's fire - Diane Warren, Santana, and G Eazy

Word count: 0.7k

She sets off all the fire alarms

When she walks in the room

Leaves you in a pile of ashes

With one look at you

Her lips, her dress both devil red

She'll make a mess of you

It was difficult for Fezco not to notice her the minute she walked into the house. How her red lip gloss matched her dress so perfectly even in the shitty lighting at this shitty party. She caught Fezco’s staring quick but he didn’t bother looking away, the smile playing on her lips all the reassurance he needed to know she doesn’t mind it.

She comes to slay, she own the game

And she don't play to lose

And she'll knock you off your feet, yeah

And she'll drop you to your knees, yeah

But she's coming home with me, yeah

Fezco watched as the girl got herself a drink while amusing herself with some guy trying to hit. The deal he was doing not taking up too much of his attention anymore, having become a habit as he quickly checked the money.

“Man, the things I’d do to get that woman to come home with me,” The kid buying couldn’t help but notice Fez staring at the beautiful girl, not thinking twice when commenting on her.

“Nah man, that’s my baby,”

She’s fire

But somehow she’s so smooth

She's mine

It almost entertained Fezco to watch his girl flirt with the other people at the party, how easily she had them damn near kneeling for her.

He liked knowing how others admired her and how they could only get close enough to flirt before Y/n would say “hands off the merchandise” before deciding whoever she had been messing with was a waste of her time before she went back to Fezco. He liked knowing she was his.

she's gonna drive me loco

All night

Everything she do

Every single move that’s why

That's why, she’s fire.

It was driving him crazy, just how perfectly her body moved next to Maddy’s when she danced. Every single move replayed itself in Fezco’s head, even after he looked away.

Friends tried to warn me I ain’t hear what they was telling me

Like in the movie Blow when Johnny first saw Penélope

Fezco had replayed the words Rue said to him over and over again since that first night he met Y/n. “She’s fuckin’ crazy, man, watch out with her, for real, Fez,”

He knew she meant every word.

Yeah, she’s the type to leave me left for dead

'Cause somehow she’s always ten chess steps ahead

Sendin' paragraph texts and I get left on read

Y/n wasn’t the sappy ‘send me flowers and chocolates’ type and Fez knew that from the jump, he didn’t mind it. Usually, he preferred it. But with Y/n and the way she made him feel, that’s all he wanted to do. Even when he knew damn well that she wasn’t in it like that.

But all is fixed and forgiven when she gets in bed

But the sex always made up for it.

she be driven me the craziest

Cost me my sanity from all this time spent chasin' this

Get what you pay for, but do I want to pay for this?

Even Ashtray will agree that Y/n is one of the baddest bitches you could meet but that didn’t stop him from telling his older brother to drop her ass before it was too late.

Fezco knew the kid was right, he knew Rue was right too. Fez had spent many nights, sleepless, over this girl.

Had me in my head I ask myself am I okay with this,

Is my perspective skewed?

Feel like I'm stuck on her, I feel like I'm glued

No matter what he did, what he thought, or even what he knew, Fez couldn’t get rid of the grip she had on him.

But, not to be misconstrued, cause I would change my whole life to Better suit your mood

That doesn’t necessarily mean he’s upset about it, though. Fez would do anything he had to to get that laugh to escape her mouth. Whatever he had to do to make her happy he’d do it.

And Y/n knew that, she knew the grip she had on Fezco, the same way she knows she can get just about any man in the room on his knees for her with a simple smile.

She liked the effect she had on Fezco, more so than the ones she had on everyone else.

Fez was good for her. And she wanted him to know that as she made her way to the couch Fez had been sitting on. The same way Fez made sure she knew that She’s fire.

[utterlyhopeful-fics]

Never Enough

A/N: Just a quick drabble my brain whipped up on this cloudy day...

MASTERLIST 

Angel Reyes x Reader

Word Count: 816

Warnings: angst, bit of heartbreak, language, asshole Angel, badass reader

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The slam of the front door startled her glancing up from her latest read. Y/N remained tucked within a tiny nook on the sofa facing the haggard man. With no greeting to be heard, Angel booked it straight towards the fridge for a cold cerveza chugging all its contents in two gulps immediately reaching for a refill.

Her tone clipped yet passive; “You’re home late.”

“I’m not in the fuckin mood tonight, Y/N.”

An exasperated sigh fell through the thick air; “You never are nowadays.”

He clapped back in haste; “Didn’t realize you were my goddamn keeper.”

Calmly, Y/N placed her bookmark into the current page before meeting his penetrating glare. The wrinkles around his eyes were more prominent as his shoulders lethargically slugged.

“Just trying to make simple conversation, Angel. You know, that thing we used to do?”

The irritation spreading over his face was beyond recognizable knowing Y/N was pushing his buttons fast approaching his breaking point. He’d been riled up these past weeks, distant and cold towards her and for the life of her couldn’t understand why. His eyes closed timidly.

“Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on.”

“Always the smartest bitch in the room, ain’t ya?”

His harshness slashed at her viciously leaving a brutal mark in its path. Defeat following shortly behind.

“Stop it…stop being an asshole...”

“Can’t change what God blessed me with.”

Her faint smiled faded thinking back to luckier times when Angel was excited to be home and encompass her in his toned arms. She nearly forgot what it was like to make love anymore. Angel didn’t touch her like he used to and his withdrawals were growing more and more noticeable. So, she took her shot and asked the question gnawing at her insides; “Is there someone else, A?”

His body froze in absolute fear processing her direct words.

“You accusin me of somethin, Y/N?”

“It’s the only rational thought I’ve had all day. I mean—I’m lonely in this damn house by myself and you come home only to act like I’m a freaking chore, something you shove aside until you’re in the mood…which might I add is never recently. I just want the truth.”

Angel remained stunned at Y/N’s audacity but didn’t shy away.

“Nothin you need to worry bout.”

“Quit bullshitting me.”

“It’s harmless flirtation…at best.”

Oh Angel…if only it was that innocent.

“Until it isn’t.”

Baffled, Angel looked up. It was as if Y/N read his thoughts. Sweat accumulated above his brow as his face paled in comparison to a few seconds prior.

“I didn’t have sex with her but…”

“I swear it’s always something with you.”

“I wanted to…I thought real hard bout it Gotta give a little credit.”

Her eyes shut reflexively as her breath quickened to a painful huff.

“Is—Did I do something wrong?”

She sounded jumbled, a characteristic out of sort for Y/N. Angel instantly hated himself for making his queen feel useless and neglected but not enough to comfort her. It was as if an invisible wall had been built virtually overnight.

“No.”

Y/N nodded partially believing him but unwilling to push further.

“What the hell are we doin then, Angel?”

“I don’t know.”

“I love you, Reyes. I always have. I hope you remember that one day.”

His cheeks flared with a scolding heat second to hell’s gates looking anywhere but at the beautiful woman standing in front of him. Her hands caressed over her jeaned thighs sighing overtly loud, finalizing her inner thoughts. Her fingers ran frantically through her hair, a tale tell tick of Y/N’s. Somehow the tears stayed at bay as she drifted towards his morose frame.  

“I’ll take the guest room tonight and be outta your hair by tomorrow night.”

She was met with unbridled silence and the aching sound of her cracking heart. Guilt consumed them knowing their final moments as a couple were fast approaching. Angel swept her into his arms one last time kissing her forehead tenderly. Like so many times before when shit wasn’t complicated.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t enough, querida.”

Y/N gulped hoping to hide her intruding unhappiness; “Me too, Angel. Me too.”

Hesitantly, she pulled back drinking in every imperfection of the idiotic Mayan. His eyes pooled of unfiltered emotion as Angel leaned in connecting his lips to hers. Y/N returned the feverish kiss clinging to the innocence of the shared moment.

His voice quivered, a side of himself usually locked in the deepest of depths as he spoke his final words; “Funny how you notice how beautiful things are just when you’re about to leave them…”

Y/N retreated towards the stairs; Angel watched her shadow retreat up the stairs surrounding himself in nothing but torturous stillness. One day he would be enough…be worthy of her love but today just wasn’t that day.

~~~~~~~

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[galatially]

Hi can you please write a story/scenario where Bucky comes back home to his bratty|kinky wife/ girlfriend and things get steamy real quick (doesn’t matter where, it just needs to be vivid if I may) be creative as possible.

Thank you in advance 😊

I'm so sorry this was late! Thank you so much for sending this in! I hope you enjoy it! ♡♡♡

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 1.1K

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, bratty!reader, brat tamer!bucky, oral (m receiving), edging, orgasm denial, mean!bucky (trust me, it's a warning!), gagging, overstimulation, slight dumbification, soft aftercare, pet names (darlin', baby, angel, sweetness)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — this went through a lot of plot changes until i settled on being kind of sadistic for once, lol

You kicked your front door shut with the heel of your boot.

Your skin was crawling something fierce and your jaw was so tight that it was painful to loosen at this point. You’d tried taking deep breaths, tried counting from one hundred, but nothing was working.

You were fucking fuming.

Your phone vibrated; probably Mya or Tash calling to check on you. You’d text them later, if you could calm down. You’d started halfway up the stairs when you heard the front door open.

“Y/N? You home?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, my car’s just sitting in the driveway and my keys in the bowl.”

“Someone’s feisty,” your husband teased.

“And someone’s being denser today,” you retorted. You went back down the stairs, your eyes finding Bucky’s authoritative stance. Had the day been better — or rather your mood — you’d have found yourself drooling at him in his stealth gear. The black suit like a second skin to his form could dampen your panties faster than anything.

His jaw tightened and he quirked a thick brow. “You want to try that again, sweetness?”

“You heard me, James.”

He scoffed and nodded to himself. “So that’s how it’s goin’ to be today?”

You moved closer to him, your arms folded across your chest. “And what’re you going to do about it?”

“You’re a little shit, you know that?”

You groaned around Bucky’s cock, spit dribbling down the sides of your mouth. Bucky’s fist tightened around your curls as he fucked into your warm, wet hole with a ferocity you loved.

“All you had to do was mind your manners,” he said, punctuating each word with a hard thrust, “But, no, you decided to be a fuckin’ brat.”

You pushed off of him and gave him a toothy smile. “If you hate my bratty mouth so much, why are you fucking it right now?”

Bucky took hold of your throat and brought you to his line of sight, brown eyes as dark as oak. “Maybe if you shut your fuckin’ mouth once in a while, I won’t have to discipline you like this.”

A low chuckle left your lips as you dug your nails into his thighs. You both knew how much of a menace you could be when you wanted, especially on nights like tonight. You used to wonder if you were just addicted to the thrill of setting people off, fed on their simmering anger beneath their waning calm.

“You’re testin’ my patience, angel. I’m not in the best mood and I won’t be gentle.” He wasn’t forewarning you so much as asking for permission. Even in his most foul moods, he’d make sure that you were a willing participant.

“Who says I want it sweet and gentle, James? I’m a big girl. I can handle whatever you give me.”

A deep smile broke across Bucky’s face, the kind that dimpled his cheeks and made your heart flutter under different circumstances.

“If you say so, sweetness.”

You couldn’t breathe.

Well, you could, but not in the way you’re accustomed. Your lungs burned with each stagnant breath you suck in. You’re lightheaded, thoughts jumbled and frenzied.

“Don’t close your eyes, sweetness. I thought you said you could handle it?”

If the ball gag hadn’t been in your mouth, you’d have said something snippy back. Stoked the flames of his already simmering anger. All you could manage was an eye roll that earned you a harsh smack against your sweat-slick thigh.

“Watch the attitude, baby. I can make this go on for longer,” your husband warned. He brushed a few stray curls from your damp forehead, an indulgent smile on his lips. “I think you need it, don’t you?”

The vibrator against your clit kicked up in speed and your hips jolted forward, a choked sound coming from behind the gag. Saliva dribbled around the black ball in your mouth and your throat was raw from your squeals and groans. Bucky wouldn’t let you look at the time, but you knew that it’d been well over an hour since he’d been home.

Three of his fingers breached you, the wet squelch of your pussy echoing in your bedroom. He fucked in and out of you at a brutal pace and you let out a guttural moan as your vision blurred. You called out to Bucky as best you could from around the gag, begging him to let you cum.

“Aw, does the dumb little baby want to cum?”

Your head lolled from side to side.

His thick fingers gripped your chin and forced your gaze towards his hand between your thighs. “I can feel you clenching around my fingers, darlin’. Grip’s like a fuckin’ vice.”

You muffled his name again, pleading.

“What’s that? You want me to keep goin’?” His pace quickened again and you wondered how his wrist hadn’t started cramping yet. “You better not fuckin’ cum, Y/N,” he said through gritted teeth.

You were blubbering now, hiccuping around the gag and bucking your hips like a madwoman trying to chase the orgasm your husband was so determined to deprive you. Tears fell down your cheeks in thin streaks and you pulled at the restraints around your wrists with as much of your strength that you had left. You tapped the tips of your fingers against his knee; I’m done.

The vibrator stilled against your puffy lips and Bucky removed his fingers from inside of you. As he removed the restraints from your wrists, you removed the ball gag with shaky hands before sinking into the mattress. Your body was still buzzing from the ruined orgasm, your muscles tight with the need for release.

You felt a warm towel against your inner thighs and lower lips and sighed some.

“How you feelin’, baby?”

“Okay,” you said, putting your arm over your face. “Less like I want to punch something.”

“That’s good.” Bucky’s hands started to slowly work the muscles in your calves and thighs. “You want to talk about it?”

You shook your head. “Not tonight.”

“’S okay. I’ll run you a bath and get dinner started, yeah?” The mattress dipped on your left side and soft lips pressed against your temple.

You took hold of his wrist and pushed yourself up on your free elbow. “Bucky?”

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“Take a bath with me? Please?”

“Of course,” he said, smiling softer than earlier.

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — the bucky i write for is canonically brown-eyed because brown-eyed people are supreme (but i still love y'all that don't have them, promise) 😂😂

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