#wc; 441

[behaneul]

PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE in which haneul flies to japan for chuseok on his own

knowing what seojun's plans for chuseok were, he didn't really want to spend time by himself in their shared apartment. and he didn't want to burden seojun's family with his presence during the holiday either, so he booked tickets to tokyo to try to unwind away from everything.

of course, he's still practicing when he can, mostly not wanting to relax too much and forget all muscle memory of dances so he wakes up early to go down to the studio he had found down the street from his hotel room and dances in the morning before he goes to do touristy things.

most of his days are spent finding specific places to eat that he had found on the internet, and wandering the areas between those when he's just killing time.

he finds a matcha cafe and spends way too much money there but he wanted to try everything he could on their menu.

he found the capybara cafe, and almost cried when one of them cuddled up to him. he took way too many pictures that day.

he even went to disneyland on his own, thinking it would be a good way to help heal his inner child. he had grown up focused on his future singing career and hadn't really been granted the time to do anything like this. so he enjoyed it, probably spending way too much money.

it's okay though, because his hotel had free breakfast every morning and there was an 24 hour onsen in the hotel as well. he could rest his feet after dancing in the morning and walking for hours all day.

when it comes time to board the plane back to seoul, haneul is admittedly a bit disappointed. it had felt nice, to go somewhere where no one knew who he was. where he didn't have to pretend to be happy just so that people didn't worry.

part of him wanted to run away, hide somewhere in tokyo forever and never turn back. he entertained the idea for a little bit, imagining if he just left his entire life behind and started brand new.

but he knew he couldn't. there were things he needed to do first, and he knew that those things were important.

and seojun was in seoul. or he would be, once they both returned to their shared apartment. and that was important enough to him that he knew he couldn't stay in japan.

so he says goodbye to tokyo, and watches with anticipation out the window for his return to seoul. it would be worth it. hopefully.

(and if not, he could always run away next time.)

[lgctaeha]

╭  ✿ LGC CAFE PERFORMANCE / Q2 2023 ╯

어쩌나 ( OH MY! ) / HIGHER / BLUE LEMONADE / BUTTERFLY / TALK TO ME

This is going to be such a funny story later.

She thinks as she stumbles forward onto the platform, catching herself before she goes face first into the folding chair waiting for her. She turns back to give the offending step a disapproving look, wagging her finger playfully before reaching for the mic stand.

She feels a mixture of nerves and excitement as she stares out onto the small crowd, gathering up the divided attention of patrons busy getting their work done or attending to their lattes and pastries. "Hello everyone!" she greets on an exhale, hiding her embarrassment behind a chuckle and a glassy eye smile. "I'm Park Taeha! I'm a third year Legacy trainee and it's so nice to meet all of you!" she bows her head quickly, tousled bangs bouncing along her forehead. "I've chosen some of my favorite songs, including some from my Legacy seniors! I hope that you all enjoy them and if you know the words please sing al -"

A hand shoots up in the back of the room and catches her attention. She meets eyes with a staff member tapping his ear and gesturing towards the mic in her hand. "Huh? Oh - !" she blinks, lifting her mic to realize it hadn't been on during her short introduction. "Ah! 1, 2, 3 - A, B, C - Cherry, Strawberry, Banana -" she mumbles a test into the mic over a second or two of static feedback. The audio stabilizes and the crowd settles once more, a few dropping their hands from their ears. Things really were off to a great - 'great' - start.

"All the best shows have a few technical difficulties," she nods, giving an awkward grin before turning to the PD at the soundboard. "Now let's have some fun!"

The rest of her performance goes off without much of a hitch. Taeha grooves along, encouraging a few claps and sing-alongs as she holds out the mic occasionally, earning a bit of participation between laughter at her enthusiastic expressions. She uses her mc break to get to know a few of her audience members, taking a seat at a table with a group of students to compliment their style and compare accessories before returning to the stage with one less beaded bracelet ( it suited one of the student's so much better, anyway ).

Taeha finishes her last song, beaming from ear to ear as she returns the mic to its home. "Thank you all for spending a little of your afternoon with me! I don't like saying goodbye, so I'll say see you next time!" She gives a few final bows before shuffling off the platform - without tripping this time.

[harbours-lighthouse]

“Hey, so…” you clear your throat, “I’m gonna die someday and—” 

Jason visibly recoils at that. The painful reminder of both of your fragile morality is not one he wants to think about, or for his case, remember. 

You keep going, though your words come out slow, hesitant and soft.

“I want…I want to let you know that I love you. A lot. More than what I know what to do with.” 

“Baby—” Jason’s voice falters, and he drops his head, shaking it.

What is he supposed to say to that? It feels as if you’ve taken a sledgehammer to his chest and cleaved it in two. You’re not breaking up with him. You’re not screaming that you hate him. But why does this feel worse than those two combined? 

Jason swallows thickly, feeling the burn of the rope chafing against his wrists, and the blood leaking down his temple is hot and thick.

“And,” your voice begins to shake, “I don’t wanna die without telling you—” 

“I know,” Jason cuts in, a sense of helplessness clawing inside his chest. Bringing his gaze back up to you, he says in a softer tone.

“I know, sweetheart.” 

You purse your lips together, willing the burn in the back of your eyes to fade away. The desolate cell around you both feels like a cage. Mildew clings to the stale air. The coppery scent of blood lingers in your nose. How many people have died here?

Jason’s heart is rampaging against his ribcage, like a frightened bird violently beating its wings and desperate to be freed. 

He says your name firmly, and you lift your head from where you’d been staring at the floor; the tiles are cracked, dried blood stains the grout lines black-red.

Your eyes are bright, watery in the dim light. It sends Jason’s stomach churning with dread. 

“We’re gonna get out of here, okay?” there’s a weight to the words, and you can almost imagine them burning themselves into your skin, marking you with a severe promise. 

Keys being jingled unharmoniously against someone’s hip—coming closer to you—sends your skin crawling, erupting into goosebumps and fear. 

Jason’s eyes harden. His shoulders tense. The clinking metal becomes louder.

“You just need to listen to me. Listen to what I say, yeah?" his eyes bore into you, sapphire and jade burning. It urges you to nod your head.

The clanking sound echoes, loud and shrill and horrible. Jason's eyes don't leave yours, and you can see the plan formulating behind them; a sequence of actions you can't envision for yourself, but you know you won't have to.

He'll tell you, but you'll also have to listen to the unsaid things, too. 

(wc: 441) // and then i lost the plot...literally. there is absolutely no context here and i don't know what this is or where it's going, or if i should burn it or expand it into a fic.

© harbours-lighthouse

[baka-bakeneko]

Minute Man - Logan Howlett x F!Reader [Shortie]

tags: doggy-style, extended f*ck, wrap it before you tap it psa, delayed org*sm, service dom Logan Howlett, Wolverine creampie, aftercare cuddle

wc: 441

synopsis: Logan has been at it for almost an hour....

a/n: scratching, yowling, digging a hole; thank you Megan Thee Stallion for hatching such a dastardly idea [i don't need a minute man/ fuck me for some hours ~ Boa]

You had lost the feeling of your knuckles clutching the bedsheets, you'd been holding on for so long. It was mind-numbing, overstimulating, your mouth gaped open with droll panting. Logan's hands gripped at your hips, his pace relentless as he speared into you.

Every thrust of Logan's drew out a whine, your knees buckling as you were ready to give up and succumb. His short nails dug into your skin, his hips slapping against your thighs with a echoing thwap. Your bodies were slicked with a film of sweat, your pussy gripping tighter around Logan's length with each stroke.

"L-Logan," you mewled, finally releasing your white knuckle grip on the bedsheets to brace Logan's hairy thigh. You cried out as Logan thrust harsher in an instant, ringing at your inside walls.

Your chest lowered to the bed, your nipples chafing against the cotton. Your stomach turned, your hand gripping tighter at Logan's leg. Your breaths came out as shivers, your calves quaking around Logan's knees.

"Fuck, I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." you tried to say, gasping with his thrusts slowing, getting longer in the stroke.

"Do it," Logan barked, moving a hand to rest on the small of your back.

When you were just coaxed enough into doing so, you were stricken with a sharp hand on your ass. You whimpered, spiraling undone and turning your face into the bedsheets to cry out.

Logan paused, rolling his shoulders back to relish in your pulsating walls, then took grip of the back of your neck to pull you out of the bed. "I-I need to hear you," he grit, suddenly gasping on his words with his dry throat.

You moaned, backing onto Logan's length, and panting your praises.

"Fuck, yes, Logan, God." Your words were metered into singular phrases, your body alight with euphoria, sweat and Logan's body heat.

"Fuck yes," he repeated, exhaling sharply as he finally released inside of you.

It was sudden, gushing into you and dousing your inner walls with further heat. You hissed, your body floating down to the bed with Logan's bed to collapse over yours.

He sprawled over you, running his hands up your sides before taking your hands and stretching you out under him. Logan kissed at your temple, nosed into your neck to inhale your new scent.

He curled his arms around you, turned you onto your sides. Logan pulled you further into his hold, his cock lazily flexing inside you as he growled.

You felt him shift on the bed, his arm pulling up to tuck under your head. You tilted your head back at Logan, noted his eyes fluttering to fight off sleep.

[kumiaku]

Kinktober Day 18 - Pregnancy/Lactation (Marika/Radagon)

Kinktober Day 18 - Pregnancy/Lactation, Marika/Radagon x Reader, Elden Ring

Masterlist

Misc. Tags/Info - Marika/Radagon x reader, afab reader, reader is pregnant, radagon and marika are in one body and it switches between them, bi daydream frfr, marika is referred to with she/her, radagon with he/him, and together they are they/them, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, bit of a breeding kink, thou stuff, slight possessiveness from marika/radagon with competition being each other, threesome but also twosome?

WC - 441

Nsfw under cut

His hand trailed down the swell of your stomach, rough and coarse like stone or sand lightly flitting against the softness with a delicacy usually unseen by a warrior, but all too real for a father. 

Her hand ran up your back, under your arm, locking you close to their body, her fingertips supple yet calloused, a divine duality which she bestowed upon you. Slow and steady she rubbed, just beneath your shoulder blades, fingers pressing in to relax your muscles. 

Her voice came first, “relax, my dear. Thou art carrying one young divinity.” Her lips pressed against your neck, trailing soft kisses against your collarbone. 

He twisted their face to the side, pressing an ear against your chest, chin against the swell of your breasts. “My poor songbird and beloved consort, thy heart betrays thee. I will await the day a second heartbeat comes from thine stomach with much avidity.” 

Despite it being he who trailed his hand up to grasp at your left breast, it was she who moved her right hand down to grasp at your ass, and crawled on top of you. Her sweet, almost singsong tone, that she often used while teasing you, left her lips, “This is thy first, my sweet vixen. Thou must be trained by skilled tongue and teeth to learn what to expect from leechsome lips.” 

Marika’s mouth was on the swell of your breast, tongue rolling over and lavishing your skin with great fervor. Her lips circling and suckling over your teat, suctioning and siphoning you as you began to leak. Every touch of her lips felt like a golden summer's day rolling over you, something you knew wouldn’t come about when you actually birthed their child. 

Radagon’s hand twitched on your other breast before following Marika’s lead, beginning more gently, but progressing with a fearsome fiery touch, leaving sparks beneath your skin and trailing into the lower parts of your loins. Your noises were soft, almost unnoticed from the sounds Marika made on your breast. 

Her tongue danced over your pert nipple, before she hallowed her cheeks sucking the small drips of satisfaction from the buds, each second she seemed to rejuvenate her efforts, swallowing all the abundance you could offer and always wanting more. 

Once more his hand dipped, circling the lower parts of your stomach and pressing against the swollen skin. As soon as he was able to speak once again, he huffed out hot air over your areola, “Marika shouldn’t call thou child a leech, any from thee are certain to be as sweet as thou art.” He licked his lips as if to emphasize his point.

[mitsuyasluvr]

| better in the rain. |

୨୧ pairings: yuta okkotsu x f!reader

୨୧ context: just pure fluff

୨୧ a/n: this is actually my first ever post so follow for more >3<

୨୧ wc: 441

୨୧ music to listen to: glue song by beabadoobe

the clock always seems to tick past midnight by the time yuta returns home from battling curses. these precious moments spent together are rare and always cherished by both of you.

you find yourself nestled between his legs, leaning back against his strong chest as he runs his fingers through your hair. the comforting silence envelopes you both as you savour each other's presence.

with a contented sigh, yuta tilts his head back against the soft cushion, a smile spreading across his lips as he appreciates having you in his life. as you gaze outside the window, you observe the rain pouring down against the backdrop of a dark, starless sky.

“baby, it’s raining,” you mumble, playfully poking at his thigh. “hm?” “i wanna go outside with you,” you express to him.

he chuckles lightly and eventually ceases playing with your hair. “let’s go dance in the rain. it’ll be fun.” you suggest with a small smile still on your face and you swiftly move off the couch. “okay, whatever you want, beautiful,” he mumbles with a lazy smile.

your feet meet the cold wooden floor, and you dash to find a pair of sandals lying around your shared apartment. he follows after you, putting on the sneakers he had left by the doormat.

you both end up rushing to put on your shoes and he ends up following you outside in front of your cozy shared apartment. it’s pretty dark out, considering only a few street lights were on.

while standing in the pouring rain you wrapped your arms around yuta's shoulder, you couldn't help but smile widely, your dimples making an appearance. he responded with a heartfelt smile of his own and pulled you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist.

"baby," you murmured, looking up at him with all the love in the world shining in your eyes. "yeah?" he replied, his voice warm and affectionate. "sing me a song," you requested, unable to contain the proud smile lighting up your face. "uh, okay sure, my love," he said, a hint of shyness colouring his response. you couldn't help but giggle at his awkwardness after being asked to sing.

as the rain continues to pour down, he hums a song you told him reminded you of him “glue song.” he takes a step back and gently twirls you, sending both of you into fits of giggles. pulling you close again, he gazes into your eyes with adoration. the rain has drenched both of you, but neither of you mind, simply relishing in this tender moment.

"i love you," he says suddenly, you flash him a wide smile and rise up on your toes to leave a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"i love you too, baby.”

[roseyrays]

💌 C U P I D 💘

disclaimer: this work is only for fun and for my delulu babes (i’m delulu babes)

summary: y/n and ni-ki were childhood friends since they were 3 years old, they’re friendship lasted forever and will always be, that was until ni-ki moved to korea to pursue his dream of being a k-pop idol. y/n also left japan to also pursue her dream of being an idol as well in 2022, she never forgot about him but it seemed that he forgot about her…but that’s what she thinks, will cupid give them a second chance?

idol!ri-ki x fem idol!reader (she/her is used)

genre: smau, childhood best friends to lovers, angst, fluff, romance, she fell first he fell harder trope (will add more as the story goes on)

warnings ‼️: swearing, mentions of sexual jokes, injuries, family problems(?), reader is hinted to be half-japanese, reader has a brother, VERY SLOW UPDATES

featuring: enhypen, newjeans, p1harmony’s keeho, ive’s wonyoung and gaeul, txt, and &team

status: ongoing 🤍

💌>profiles! — bunny girls 💘 vampire bois 💘 besties!!

💌>chapters!

prologue — wait..y/n?

chapter one — i ran into him!?!?!? hshsh

chapter two — hi riki wc: 441

chapter three — dawg didn’t know ni-ki had a gf

chapter four — rizzimura rizzki

chapter five — ayo 🤨🤨 wc: 229

chapter six — MY HEART IS EXPLODING

chapter seven — dispatch more like this ass

chapter eight —

chapter nine —

to be added..

(chapter names might be changed)

taglist is open!! (please let me know if your username changed)

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED FOR NOW

[paceprompting]

paper faces on parade

written for ‘"masquerade" (amnesty period) and "party" for my bingo square | wc: 441 | merlin x arthur pendragon | rated: g | cw: non archive warnings apply | tags: established relationship, court sorcerer merlin, protective arthur, arthur loses merlin at a party and definitely does not lose his shit

@merlinmicrofic @merlinbingo

Arthur couldn’t find Merlin.

Not that strange—there were quite a few people in the throne room for the celebration of Wessex and Camelot’s peace accord and the following three days and nights of banquets and parties.

But it was not his throne room and not his castle, and he’d prefer if Merlin stayed at his side.

He does happen to be Arthur’s Court Sorcerer, as much as he despises the formality and the fancier clothing. He no longer has the position to go off galivanting through the halls, finding trouble.

They should not have agreed to stay this last night and leave in the morning.

Arthur’s never even liked masquerades.

The masks are confoundingly irritating, and no respectable knight could bear to stand in a room with no many people they couldn’t identify at a glance. Not that he had his sword, either.

Since they were at peace, and all that.

Merlin had found the idea great fun, however. After years of standing against the wall or serving Arthur at the head table had meant he had only ever witnessed these kinds of parties—never participated.

All Arthur had asked was that he stay in sight.

He gets distracted by one congratulatory handshake from one of King Elra’s council men, and then he’s without Merlin’s company at his side in this ridiculous crowd.

Finding a simple blue mask amongst all the ones bedecked with feathers and gems and ribbons was proving quite impossible. Arthur knew he should have made Merlin wear some sort of large hat with it, but old animosity regarding a certain feathered cap had nixed that immediately.

After this, he was going to try very hard to convince Merlin to leave at once. He did not want to dance, or be merry, or do anything but recover from two hard-fought days of negotiations and then lingering fear through the next three days that it would all fall to pieces if he relaxed.

There hadn’t been much time for time with Merlin through all of it. Sure, he was part of Arthur’s council—but that wasn’t the main reason he’d brought him along.

So, maybe one dance. If Merlin really wanted to.

Arthur slid past a group of courtiers, making his way toward the entry of the grand hall. He was sweating under his mask—a red thing with gold thread—and desperately wanted to take it off. He could hardly see through the tiny eye slits, anyway.

A hand grabbed onto his forearm, and Arthur whirled to face the owner.

Two eyes, swirling with gold, stared at him through a blue mask.

“Found you,” Merlin said, his lips curving into a smile.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Hi!

I have a request for either Aaron Hotchner or Loki Laufeyson (you may chose who fits best for you)

Reader gets a minor injury, character worries, some point reader falls asleep on their shoulder

A little angst but mostly fluff please

No specific gender or pronouns for the reader.

Anything but headcanon would be lovely

As a little note I very much like your navigation. I appreciate you so much. Thank you and have a lovely day

fem!plus size reader, wc: 441.

a/n: OHHH NOOOO MORE ANGST 😭 but with a happy ending because aaron deserves a hug!

cw! injuries & anxious hotch :')

It really wasn’t that big of a deal, just a bullet graze to the side of your thigh, but to Aaron, it was like the end of the world.

He hated the thought of you getting hurt, despite the numerous times he hadn’t walked away unscathed due to unsubs with quite the vendettas. He could deal with getting hurt, but you? Never you.

He had that permanent scowl on his face the whole time as you sat on the step of the ambulance, watching as the medic wrapped up your leg. You could feel him staring, and you really didn’t want to have to deal with the scolding that he would deliver you with just his silence. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a twinge of guilt, but you rather it be you than one of your teammates, and besides, it really wasn’t all that bad… at least to you.

“You alright?” You heard Morgan ask as he approached you. You nodded, gently patting the bandage as you smiled up at him. “It burns, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” He chuckled, tugging you into a side hug by your shoulders. “Why does Hotch looks like his head is about to explode?” Emily was clearly amused by his dismay. You sighed.

You had never been more grateful to be on the jet besides the sometimes-awful jet lag. Practically waddling to your seat, you sat down with an exaggerated puff. You hadn’t noticed that Aaron had taken a seat next to you until you felt a large but lightweight hand settle over your injury, his thumb stroking it comfortingly.

“Are you okay? Does your leg still hurt?” He asked you quietly, as though he was afraid the others would overhear such a simple conversation. Your hand landed on his as you squeezed it, your head turning to look at him. “Yeah, I’m okay, and it only hurts a little, I promise.” Even though you were smiling softly, there was still worry swimming in his eyes, the type of worry you couldn’t quell unless he could reassure himself that you were here with him, that you were unharmed.

He searched your face for any contortions but came up empty handed.

You rested your head on his shoulder, your body relaxing fully, and before you knew it, you slipped into a state of unconsciousness. Hotch would only ever admit it to you, but he stayed awake to keep an eye on you, his stomach lurching at he a quirk in your eyebrow. He lifted a thumb up to smooth over the creases before pressing a kiss to your temple.

[stardustrebels]

Seasons of Life Writing Challenge Day 6- Freezing

Character: Din Djarin Rating: PG-13/ T WC: 441

Challenge Masterlist A/N: Day 6 of the Jan 2025 writing challenge by @fanfictionoverload! I’m really happy with this one. Din Djarin is my one true Star Wars love. I could scream about him all day, every day. Shout out to the Jango Fett bounty hunter code on wookiepedia- it helped fuel this little angsty fic about everyone’s favourite stoic tin can. No warnings, no pairing in this one, I just wanted to focus on Din. In the words of the great George Lucas, “it’s like poetry, it rhymes.” 

A bounty hunter never complains. 

That’s what he’d learned. It was part of the code. The life wasn’t easy, and it certainly wasn’t kind. But it was simple. You got the job done, you got paid. And if you were lucky, you lived to do it all over again. 

Din Djarin had come to accept all of it. But sometimes, when he was hurtling through hyperspace, or standing alone in the barren wasteland of yet another backwater planet as he was now, there was nothing to distract him from the creeping feeling he’d long ignored. He was tired. Tired of the endless cycle of hunting, capturing, and freezing bounties in carbonite. Tired of being alone.

A bounty hunter is free of attachments.

He sighed, the sound hissing through the modulator in his helmet. Emotions didn’t serve him. He’d learned that the hard way. 

The planet’s moons illuminated a path through the rocky landscape. He trudged forward and tried not to allow his mind to wander, but it was no use. He thought of Grogu, as he often did, and the small warm presence that had filled his ship with something Din hadn’t even realised was missing all those cycles. The moments when his little fingers had reached out for him; trusting, unafraid- they had been enough to make everything bearable. 

But now Grogu was gone- safe where he belonged, with his own kind. And the Crest felt emptier than it ever had before. 

No friends, no enemies. Only allies and adversaries. 

Din stopped abruptly, scanning the horizon. The faint beeping at his waist telling him the bounty was close. His instincts kicked in and within minutes, the target was subdued, hands bound, screamed protests muffled against the stony ground. 

Din dragged the bounty back to the ship, muscles aching from the effort. He said nothing while the bounty pleaded, bribed and bargained beside him. He’d heard it all before. 

Say no more than necessary.

On the ship, he activated the carbonite chamber, and shoved the bounty inside, watching as the freezing gas swirled around them. Their face froze as all the others did, twisted in panic. He leaned against the durasteel wall as the block was lifted in to join the others.

He who hires my hand, hires my whole self.

He wasn’t sure how much of himself he had left to give. For a moment, Din let himself imagine a different life. One where he had something- or someone - to come back to. 

But only for a moment. He pushed off the wall, shaking off the bitter feeling rising in his chest under the beskar. 

A bounty hunter never complains.

[akutasoda]

Could i request fluff hcs for the Hunting dogs reaction to a reader who likes to hang out in weird places like on top of the HQ roof or inside the kitchen cabinets.

hide and seek

synopsis - your little habit of being found in weird places became quite the intrest among your colleagues

includes - tachihara, jouno, tecchou, teruko

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, reader is a hunting dog, wc - 441

michizō tachihara ★↷

↪would be very confused about it at first until he see's it as just a habit of yours. if you liked being higher up, like on the roof, he would definitely join you up there. just sitting there for ages talking about whatever or sitting in a comfortable silence.

↪when he gets more accustomed to it would find it quite funny. especially if he's trying to get something out a cupboard just to find you in there as you pass it to him and he goes about his day.

↪may be slightly concerned if you prefer smaller spaces, he doesn't want you getting hurt. but other than that would act like its just the most normal thing in the world.

saigiku jouno ★↷

↪finds it very entertaining when he walks into a room just to hear your heartbeat coming from not a very natural place to be. its like a game for him, where would you be hanging out today?

↪if you like taking to particularly small spaces would be very curious about how you can fit in there without being uncomfortable and why you would choose to be there anyway.

↪truly is like a game of hide and seek for him, trying to locate you by your heartbeat and breathing just to them guess what you had climbed upon or in.

tecchou suehiro ★↷

↪he found it interesting to say the least. walking into work to see you already there and on top of the building no less. he used to question it now that's just something he knows you do.

↪sometimes if he finds you somewhere, before a meeting or hiding from the meeting, would pick you up by the back of your uniform and carry you in.

↪would be worried about if it put any strain or caused pain to your body but after seeing you do it so much and you constantly telling him that it was practically painless, he calmed down a bit.

ōkura teruko ★↷

↪often joins you. she can manipulate her age so why wouldn't she join you in your weird hiding spots by shrinking down to a child. very good for having gossip talk about random things until someone opens the kitchen cupboards.

↪but that said would again be worried that it would hurt you in the long term. but you do it so often that she kind of just thinks its funny.

↪especially if you're the type to hide from the meetings, she knows where you are and she gets a small kick when she watches fukuchi try and find you after you've missed yet another meeting. eventually finding you crrammed into a cupboard or box somewhere.

[xn4vyl1c1ousx]

Guess who’s back, back again. Shady’s back, tell a friend.

Cw: uhhh kinda self insert (still using y/n but putting my personality onto them) cause i’m coming back (YIPPEEEE), not much tbh

Wc: 441..

now playing… Without Me - Eminem

back to navi…

“Kacchan watch out!” Izuku yelled as he used Black Whip to grab onto a falling boulder that was headed straight to Katsuki, throwing it into the nearby trees to not let it fall on him.

“Woah! Nice catch Deku!” Kirishima shouted from the other side of the plane.

They stood in the middle of a forest, surrounded by trees. yet the spot they stood in, held no trees. it was only surrounded by them.

“fuck where’s that damn crazy extra when we need them.” Katsuki grumbled as he set his explosions off, making him fly into the sky.

He looked around, trying to see if he could find anyone or anywhere to go to. Yet there was nothing but trees. You couldn’t see through them due to how thick and close together they were.

“Tch.” The blond ticked as he landed on the ground with a scowl on his face.

“Did you see anything up there?” Eijiro asked as he jogged over to Katsuki’s side.

“Nothing hit trees. Where’s Y/n when we need them, can’t believe that damn idiot went on hiatus right before this mission. They knew we would need them.” Katsuki grumbled as he adjusted his gauntlets on his wrists.

“I know they had a good reason, i just wish they told us.” Izuku said as he looked around at the trees around them.

A sudden crack was heard. The three boys looked around ready to fight whatever villain or wannabe villain was about to pop out from behind the thick shield of trees.

Soft humming flowed through the air, sounding familiar yet different.

Suddenly a figure emerged from the thick shield of trees, dragging behind them 3 villains with their quirk.

“You damn bastard! Why didn’t you tell us you were coming here?!” Katsuki growled as he turned to face Y/n, who just so happened to be the one dragging the villains.

“I knew you dumbasses wouldn’t be able yo find these three, sooo i came back from my hiatus just to help you three, you’re welcome.” They giggled as they secured the three unconscious men to a tree and went over to the three hero’s.

“Did y’all miss me? i bed you did!” They smiled brightly at the men, Izuku smiling brightly, Eijiro looking pumped and Katsuki.. Katsuki wanted to kill you, but held back and settled for a scowl.

“Your lucky that quirk of yours has a shit ton of uses. Next time tell us when you’re going to do something crazy like this.” Bakugo crossed his arms, a small sense of pride in his chest as he saw you giggle at his words.

A/N: HELLO EVERYONE, i’ve been gone for soooo long omg i can’t believe i haven’t posted or interacted with ANYONE for so long. then i got bored and started writing this and got the idea to surprise rue ( @rueclfer ) with it cause im coming back baby!! My uploads will be VERY inconsistent cause college has been eating my ass and i hate it. i’ve had very weird interactions that i will DEFINITELY use to write stories, i may (MAY) some kind of promptober thing for halloween but i will most likely not so don’t get your hopes up. Anyway, i hope you guys are happy for me to be back, i will be interacting again and hopefully be involved with the MHA community more! anyway that’s all, toodles luvs

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Whispers In The Dark Teaser

Genre: college au, all boys present, Chan x reader

Relationship type: campus crush Chan! x fem reader

Important Contents: came from the song of the same name by Monsta X. Will be a two part series unless more inspo comes my way. We'll see. But for now, enjoy a taste.

WC: 441

He was notorious. For what, no one could agree on, but he was well known around campus. Some would say it was his skill in bed, others would say his charms would keep him from any kind of trouble with anyone, professors and other students alike. His easy grace with people, especially strangers, made him the perfect showman for the school. He was at all the major events. It was like the head office paid him to be there, cheering when appropriate and constantly surrounded by his fraternity brothers. It was rare that he was caught without at least one of them within three feet of his personal space. It was also a well known fact that there was a roster kept hidden in the depths of his mind of those he hung around with in public, in private, and those he tossed to his brothers. It was like a hierarchy. All the girls knew where they stood with him and used that information against each other when they needed to. 

Chris Bang, appropriately named, was the top man on campus. When he approached you, you couldn’t help but say hello. And if he struck up a conversation with you, it felt like catching up with an old friend. He always wanted to know how you were doing, how your classes were going, and he was genuinely interested in the answer. He asked about your family, your friends, anything that would spark up a conversation with you. And by the time he found something that you had in common, you were hooked. The way he listened to you made you feel like he was your best friend and for those minutes, he was. 

He cared about people, truly. No one could act like that around people if they didn’t care about them. He was warm and inviting, like a hug when you really needed it or a warm shower after a day out in the snow. His gaze was that of a toasty fire, you could curl up in one or both with a book and live there forever. 

He was across the courtyard, surrounded by his usual entourage of fraternity brothers in their lettered sweatshirts and crewnecks. Each one had a girl next to them, talking emphatically with their heads held high. The Chosen Ones for the day, week and each somehow prettier than the last.  They all seemed so engrossed with one another that no one dared interrupt their conversations. 

“Hey! If you stare any harder, you’ll burn a hole in their heads. And those poor girls can’t afford for anything to fall out more than it already has.”

[cmbynwritingfests]

CMBYN Drabble Challenge

Hi!

CMBYN Drabble Challenge took a small break from posting new prompts to give everyone time to catch up on older prompts. But we'll be back soon with a new prompt!

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CMBYN Drabble Challenge prompts :

* Prompt 1 : First Times | WC : 267

* Prompt 2 : Snow | WC : 319

* Prompt 3 : “I dare you.” | WC : 455

* Bonus Prompt 1 : Birthday Cake | WC : 425

* Bonus Prompt 2 : Trust

* Bonus Prompt 3 : Rose

* Prompt 4 : “When you meet someone so different from yourself, in a good way, you don’t even have to kiss to have fireworks go off. It’s like fireworks in your heart all the time.” | WC : 321

* Bonus Prompt 4 : Thunder

* Bonus Prompt 5 : Lewis Capaldi - Before You Go

* Prompt 5 : Sunset | WC : 298

* Bonus Prompt 6 : Candy

* Bonus Prompt 7 : Dancing

* Prompt 6 : Billy Joel - Piano Man | WC : 362

* Bonus Prompt  8 : “Look at me.”

* Bonus Prompt 9 : Water

* Bonus Prompt 10 : A phone call.

* Prompt 7 : Bobby Vinton - Sealed with a kiss | WC : 441

* Bonus Prompt 11 : Bonus Photo #1

* Bonus Prompt 12 : Absence. POV Annella.

* Prompt 8 : “Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.” | WC : 238

* Bonus Prompt 13 : Dire Straits - So Far Away

* Bonus Prompt 14 : Reckless

* Prompt 9 : “You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.” | 395

* Bonus Prompt 15 : Bonus Photo #2

* Bonus Prompt 16 : Prepare.

* Prompt 10 : ABBA - One Of Us | WC : 476

* Bonus Prompt 17 : “This is where I live.”

* Bonus Prompt 18 : Don Henley - The Boys of Summer

* Prompt 11 : Agastopia | WC : 328

* Bonus Prompt 19 : Chocolate

* Bonus Prompt 20 : Destroy. POV Oliver.

* Prompt 12 : Photo #1 : WC : 254

* Bonus Prompt 21 : Truth / Lie

* Prompt 13 : Mask | WC : 403

* Bonus Prompt 22 : Baby Queen - Want Me

* Prompt 14 : Bananarama - Cruel Summer | WC : 379

* Bonus Prompt 23 : Pillow

* Prompt 15 : Photo #2 | WC : 461

* Bonus Prompt 24 : “What’s the point?”

* Prompt 16 : “Ring a bell?” | WC : 286

* Bonus Prompt 25 : Bonus Photo #3

* Prompt 17 : Anniversary | WC : 337

* Bonus Prompt 26 : Shelter

* Bonus Prompt 27 : Consequences.

* Prompt 18 : Photo #3 | WC : 184

* Bonus Prompt 28 : Robyn - Missing U

* Prompt 19 : Tony Bennett - Winter Wonderland | WC : 482

* Prompt 20 : Bonus Prompts | Trope : Different First Meeting

* Prompt 21 : Photo #4 | Word : Dreaming

* Prompt 22 : Soulmates | WC : 399

* Prompt 23 : Harry Styles - As It Was | Trope : Exes To Lovers

* Prompt 24 : Photo #5 | WC : 268

* Prompt 25 : “The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” - Oscar Wilde | Word : Pride

* Prompt 26 : Photo #6 | Trope : Blind Date

* Prompt 27 : Getting a tattoo / piercing | Word : Eagle

* Prompt 28 : Photo #7 | WC : 428

* Prompt 29 : Photo #8 | Word : Frighten

* Prompt 30 : Cinema | Trope : Hurt/Comfort

* Prompt 31 : Photo #9 | Word : Angel

* Prompt 32 : Pen pals | WC : 371

* Prompt 33 : Claude Monet - The Flowered Garden | Trope : Royalty AU

* Prompt 34 : Christmas Music | Word : Grinch

* Prompt 35 : Photo #10 | WC : 295

* Prompt 36 : “I’m sorry that you had to go through this.” | Bakery AU

* Prompt 37 : Photo #11 | Word : Resort

* Prompt 38 : Temporary | Trope : Mysterious Past

* Prompt 39 : Sam Park - Portofino Treasure | WC : 439

* Prompt 40 : Finale | Word : Goodbyes

[luza-wayne]

willing victim.

sakusa kiyoomi x reader

wc: 441 words

i'm just trying to make a first pov, tell me what you think!

‘kiyoomi.’

‘when you were in a relationship with her, you were so happy. the happiest i've ever seen you.’

‘when she said you weren't enough. she wanted you to change. she wanted you to do things you are uncomfortable with and hated.’

‘you got so heartbroken.’

‘but, i was there.’

‘i didn't leave your side.’

‘i wanted to say that, “you don't need to change. you're perfect just like that.”.’

‘how there is someone out there who will accept everything about you and would want you just the way you are.’

‘and that person is me.’

‘you joked saying that's what you always hear in movies and ending with the person who said that is actually in love with the other.’

“because, i am.”

‘i thought i was just thinking about it, but i actually said it.’

‘i actually said that i am in love with you.’

‘how badly i want to take back those words now. or do i?’

‘you stared at me and said, “why don't we get together, then?” without any expression.’

‘who am i to turn that down?’

‘but, i should've known.’

‘with the way you act. how i noticed how persistent you were about wanting to change yourself, reasoning you wanted to change for yourself and not for anyone else. maybe, i actually believed that lie.’

‘i should've known how different you were when you were with her than when you were with me.’

‘i should've known.’

‘it’s not me who you see everytime you look at my eyes, but her. it’s always been her.’

‘you barely succeed, though. you managed to control how you act in front of other people, and not make them feel awkward, but that's all.’

‘so, now what?’

‘you suddenly said you want to break up with me.’

‘you said i changed.’

‘i see.’

‘so, i changed, but you didn't?’

‘well, maybe you actually didn’t.’

‘you didn't, because you went back to her. feeling triumphant that you are now what she wanted you to be.’

‘now, i feel like shit.’

‘am i supposed to be your rehabilitation center?’

‘you used me to change yourself… for her.’

‘and what did you get?’

picking up the phone with his name and number showing on the screen, you answered it without hesitation.

“hello?” you greeted him. you were answered by silence. 

“hello?” you repeated.

“she cheated.”

‘so, this is what you got.’

“can you come over?”

‘for what?’

‘for me to comfort you again? and be used again? hah.’

‘somehow i know you'll use me again.’

‘but, as long as it's you....’

“yeah, sure. i'll be there in twenty.”

‘...i'll be your willing victim.’

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Ep. 441 - On to #GW20 - Alon’s Wildcard ft. Producer Nate

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