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mushibashiraas · 11 months

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djsjxjsj i hope i'm not late?? i probably am. aaaa my own faultcjxjsj [but] i haven't written for my fave disney nrc malewife (/j ily, jamil bbg—) in a while. but i forgot the contest either ends on the 10th?? or submissions close on the 10th aka. i missed the deadline?? aaaaa for submissions to @merotwst 's and @cvlutos 's #jamilsummercontest (here) aaaaaa also was this also an excuse to write for najma/write some najma-jamil brother-sister action? uhhhh looks away. LISTEN. i love them! the crumbs we got of their interactions are still on my mind aaaaaa lastly, am i also using this fic as an opportunity to brainrot about the new spiderverse movie and its album? yes.

mention of the ramshackle prefect (gn!yuu). but it'll mainly be about jamil and najma bc i love his sister almost as much. spoilers for al'ab naariya story, scarabia chapter plot, jamil's backstory, and maybe???? a spoiler for the new spiderverse movie?? if you squint. also really bad arabic.... i tried.... other than that, i present very cute, soft fluffy letters between reader and jamil detailing their lives apart during summer break (assuming the scalding sands' fireworks festival is in the summer. aaaa).

jamil could practically see (name)'s red face as they read his letter briefly written amidst the asim family chaos.

Dearest (Name),

Kalim and Najma were disappointed you couldn't join me this year for Summer break. I actually had to stop him from convincing his father into sending for you personally... Camels, elephants, and all. You're welcome!

Despite that, they wish you all well. My mother is insisting I return to NRC after break with some of her homemade shawarma. And please tell Grim that there will be enough for him as well.

The fireworks were beautiful but it wasn't the same without you by my side, ya nujumi. I missed turning to the side and seeing your smiling face, eyes alight with a childlike wonder. My heart swells with remembering that first Al'ab Naariya. You turned back to me urging me to join you and the others to dance.

Najma just asked what I was smiling about. I tried to lie but the smug look on her face told her all she needed to know. She'd like to also say a few words.

Hello, (Name)! My older brother is laying on his bed right now screaming into his pillow. Ya ummi and I are laughing right now; she has never laughed so hard in a long time. Yesterday the Asims gave us the afternoon off to enjoy the bazaar. You should see the haul Jamil brought home for you and Grim. There's— lotliIItLyjkq

Sorry, ya shamsi. Najma does not know what she's talking about. I got them as gifts for her— ljyIL

Jamil is lying! He is so red right now, (Name)! I want to take a picture to send you but he took my phone! So awful, right? Ah, the Asims are calling for us and abina is about to bring out the belt if we don't resume our work soon.

My apologies, ya qamar, but as Najma said, I have to return to work. There are rumors from the other servants that Kalim is "missing." He's probably with the animals in the garden. I will write to you again shortly. You are always in my thoughts, (Name), ya hubi. Make sure to not stay up too late talking to Ace and Deuce. Take your medicine and potions and eat at least two full meals a day (I know you're not a fan of breakfast). Don't forget to drink plenty of water too.

With Love,

Jamil Viper.

he wanted to write more and tell them all about the new stalls selling mouthwatering foods, soft, vibrant, assorted silks, and other painted, colorful wares he saw at the bazaar. he wanted to tell her about the concert he miraculously got tickets to for one of their favorite music artists. there was also the pet parrot his parents finally let him get! it had to stay on the asims' property. but kalim said he'd personally look after iago for jamil.

there was also a new playlist he made the other night after coming home from a movie he and his sister went to see. jamil lays in bed thinking of his sister's latest fictional crush and thinking of all the things he'd do to keep his girl and her father while living his best life doing what he loved. jamil wished that were him. he wished he could have (name) by his side, still please his family, and see the world. he wanted to learn about the magic and cultures of other lands in twisted wonderland.

wishes and reality are two separate things, though. and the chance of them intersecting and wishes becoming reality was slim. for now, though, he was content and letting things be. he'll find kalim, drag him to his next meeting with possible mergers and other clients, read the evening itinerary to kalim, go home, help with dinner, wash and dry najma's hair for her, bathe, and go to bed.

....that was the original plan. however, najma must have thought it funny to hide his headphones after she finished her chores and homework.

"what are you looking for, brother?"

jamil glared at the girl leaning against his door frame as he rifled through the belongings on his desk. "you know exactly what i am looking for. drop the act, najma!"

"not until you write another letter to (name)." she grinned and crossed her arms over her chest, straightening her posture.

"huh?!" he stuttered.

"it was written all over your face. you wanted to write and tell them more about everything that you saw and experienced yesterday and today. ever since you came home from school with your friends and (name), you've changed. mom and dad haven't stopped talking about it; they think i went to bed but i can hear them. they aren't as quiet as they think." the younger sister laughed at jamil's stunned face. "you don't know all this since you sleep like that one princess in those fae tales. i've caught you snoring a few times, actually. wanna hear it? i can show you if you don't believe m—"

jamil grabs najma's phone again before she can pull up the videos. "just—! give me back my headphones. and i'll write to (name)."

"nah," najma shrugged and walked off. "letter first. mom and dad are out finishing up some business with kalim's parents in their estate. you can blast your music all you want."

groaning in exasperation, he still couldn't deny that he'd rather have sent (name) a proper letter rather than the one he mailed earlier that afternoon.

normally, he and (name) would text each other or call. but one magic carpet ride after a rough exam, they told him about how they used to write letters to their childhood friends whenever they'd change schools. so the first time jamil and (name)'s other night raven college friends went home for holiday break, he started writing letters to them. and ever since that sweet, thoughtful surprise, whenever they were apart, jamil'd write letters to them while they'd send back recipe cards with handwritten notes featuring the story behind each food. sometimes they'd drop details about their family back home or include tiny magic trinkets or bits of stationary sold at sam's shop. a note and a smiley face tied around each item: "saw this and thought of you, ya qamar. ;p"

bringing himself back to reality, jamil sat down and began another letter. with this one, though, he made sure not to leave out a single detail of his day. softly he smiled as he included lines from old poets and added in folded star maps, photos of a dog he saw sitting outside a cafe, a tea bag from the little old lady next door. but this time — instead of signing off with a simple "With Love" like his last letter — he penned a lyric from their favorite song, nodding his head to the music as it played from his speakers.

"Your my star, hubi. My one light. We gon' link up, just like the rumors."

Jamil Viper.

VOCAB:

ya shamsi: my sun

ya qamar: my moon

ya nujumi: my stars

hubi/ya hubi: love/my love

ya ummi: my mother

abina: our father

— is2g if i got the arabic vocab wrong, i am going to cry. @softbajis djsjsj idk if this is right or notdjdjdj i am so upset. oh well....?

#jamilssummercontest #twisted wonderland #twst #jamil viper #najma viper #twst najma #twisted wonderland drabbles #twst drabbles

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screpa · 1 year

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Farewel to Sawney & Bean

Summary: Hange's beloved Titans, Sawney and Bean, was murdered. Hange held a small party to commemorate them, attended by you, Moblit and Levi. It was a party made for fools, but Levi managed to go through it. At the end of the party, Levi had a tender moment with you...

Tags: SFW, drunkenness, funny, mild angst, fluff, Levi's unrequited love

Read here or on AO3 up to you ^^

It was a bright afternoon, and Levi stood by one of the windows in Erwin’s office. The window overlooked the path connecting the mess hall to the training ground. He looked at the soldiers on their way to training after lunch. Some walked alone but most walked in groups, animatedly talking. He suspected that most of them were discussing about the ‘murder’ of Bean and Sawney. It may not be murder since they were titans, but they were Hange’s research subjects, so the killing may be done out of malice or something else.

He was here to discuss it with Erwin. Erwin seemed to think that there was something sinister behind it.

He sighed.

Whatever the reason, the two fools were overly dramatic about the whole situation. He tried to push away the so-called party for the late titans that Hange forced him to join last night.

‘Levi. Twenty-one hundred hours. My office. Come alone. Make sure you are not followed,’ Hange told him yesterday after the morning briefing with Erwin.

‘Wha-‘ He replied.

‘SSSHHH!’ Hange pushed their index finger toward his lips, but he managed to avoid it at the last millisecond. They looked to their left and right, as if making sure no one heard them.

‘See you then,’ they went away so quickly that he couldn’t reject them.

He wouldn’t have humoured them if not for the tragedy that recently befall Bean and Sawney. So he reluctantly went.

When he arrived, he found Y/N, Moblit, and Hange lounging on the sofas, each holding a glass of mead. Their faces red due to intoxication. Upon seeing him, Hange raised their glass and said, ‘You’re late!’

‘You said twenty-one hundred hours and I’m exactly on time,’ Levi replied with annoyance.

‘Hange, sweety, we did decide to invite him an hour later in case he’d ruin the mood for all of us,’ Y/N said to Hange a bit too loudly, as if he wasn’t there.

That fool, Levi thought as he gritted his teeth in annoyance.

‘Oh yea, yea, that’s true. Welcome anyway, Levi, come come come, sit siiit. You may sit opposite me beside Y/N, ooooooor, even better, sit between me and Mobilt so we can warm you with our body heat,’ Hange said in their usual sing-song voice.

‘Squad leader, I don’t think he’d want that,’ Moblit stated the obvious.

Hange seemed surprise, ‘Why not, Levi? It’s quite cold right now and your tiny bo-‘

‘Shut it,’ he said as he threw himself on the empty spot beside Y/N.

‘Ngaaaww,’ Hange said disappointed, pouting their lips like a child.

‘You want some?’ Y/N asked him while offering an empty glass.

‘I only drink tea,’ he replied cooly.

‘Aaaa-ha… I don’t think I should handle hot water right now,’ Y/N told him, slurring her words.

‘Unless YOU’RE the hot water for his TEA, ngya-ha-ha-HAAAAA,’ Hange said gleefully.

The three of them, including Moblit, laughed so hard that they gasped for air.

O boy, he thought, I'm surrounded by idiots.

Y/N wiped tears from her eyes and gave him a glass of water instead. ‘Here, here, you can at least have some water,’ she said still giggling.

‘Hm,’ he replied flatly.

The idiocy continued late into the night.

Hange said a goodbye speech to Bean and Sawney, while Y/N and Moblit cheered, clapped and even cried with them.

They came up with a ridiculous play in which Y/N and Moblit acted as Bean and Sawney while Hange re-enacted some of the experiments on them.

Y/N recited a poem titled ‘no reproductive organs, no problem, since you have a tongue’, which she wrote on the spot.

Idiots. Idiots, all of them, he thought.

But he didn’t mind.

He may looked annoyed from the outside and refused to take part in the madness.

But he was relieved to see his dear friend Hange coping with the loss very well.

And he was glad that both Y/N and Moblit stepped up to the plate and matched Hange’s energy.

He was also pleased that they involved him on his own terms.

Nearing midnight, Levi saw that Moblit started to look drained. Finally, the poor man couldn’t keep up with the fools’ energy.

‘Go on ahead, Moblit. I’ll handle them,’ Levi said dismissing Moblit.

‘You sure?’ Moblit asked while looking his precious squad leader crying in the arms of Y/N.

‘Mhm. Just go,’ Levi replied.

‘Thank you’. Moblit was secretly relieved and went out without saying goodbye to the crying mess.

Levi allowed the madness to continue for a couple of minutes then he stood up and walked toward the two intertwining bodies on the floor.

‘Okay you two time for bed,’ he said with annoyance.

Y/N suddenly sat up and posed seductively toward him. She pushed up her chest, one hand twirling her loose pony tail, and the other caressing her own shoulder. Then she said huskily while slurring her words, ‘But da-ddy, you need to tuck me in’.

He was taken aback by the unexpected scene.

He wasn’t into any kinks, even the thought of vanilla sex terrified him.

But,

But this…

This involved the woman he loved and had started to desire for a while now.

Even though she belonged to someone else.

So, the sight of her seducing him, with that beautiful face and smoking hot body mystified him.

He didn’t know how to react to this.

Hange suddenly sat up and nagged at Y/N, ‘No, no, no. HE doesn’t have daddy kink. Erwin does!’

‘Ahaaaaa, that’s truuuuuuue,’ Y/N replied to Hange. She slid herself back to the floor. She laid on her side, using her arm as a pillow.

Levi didn’t know if he should be relieved or disappointed with the sudden change.

‘Okay, my friend, help me up. You’ve been a good sport so I’ll obey you,’ Hange told him with their arms up in the air.

‘Tsk’

Levi helped them up and walked them to the adjoining bedroom. Then he pushed them to bed and roughly put the blanket over them.

‘You can help Y/N to bed as well. I’ll keep her warm in my embrace,’ Hange commanded Levi.

‘I’ll put her on the sofa, you perv!’ He retorted.

‘Ngaaawww…’ Hange protested for a while but fell asleep in an instant.

Levi knew that Y/N often spent the night with Hange, sharing the same bed, but he refused to put her there. He didn’t want to witness his love in the arms of another, even though he knew nothing was going on between Hange and her.

He walked toward Y/N who was still in the same position on the floor.

‘Your turn,’ he said coldly.

But she didn’t move at all. She seemed fast asleep.

He grudgingly picked her up.

She was bigger than him but he had no problem carrying her. He stood while carrying her for a moment to look at her. Soft purring sound came out of her slightly open mouth. Her messy hair covered parts of her cheeks and forehead, but not enough to hide her beautiful face.

He thought to himself, why couldn’t he have her stay by his side.

He slowly walked to one of the sofas, the one opposite to the adjoining bedroom door.

He gently put her down, went to the bedroom to grab the extra blanket and pillow.

He went back to the sofa, put a blanket over her. He sat on the edge of sofa then gently lifted her head to put the pillow underneath her head. He carefully removed her hairband, in case it could hurt her while she was sleeping. He tenderly caressed her face to put strands of hair away.

‘Mmmh…,’ she moved her face as his caresses tickled her. Still asleep, she swatted away his hand but then caught it, placed it in between the palms of her hands, and rested them near her cheeks.

He couldn’t, or wouldn’t, pull his hand away.

He just sat there looking at her. He felt the pain of his twisting heart. He had told himself that it was okay for her to be with someone else as long as she was alive. He told this lie thousands of times. Sometimes he believed it, but not in moments such as this.

‘You’re an idiot, you know,’ he heard Hange’s soft voice from the bedroom. ‘Something beautiful could’ve happened between me and her, but I gave up because I knew she was your only and last shot for happiness. But you ruined it. If only I knew back then,’ Hange told him with a voice filled with sadness. They started sobbing - no longer sobbing for their dead titans, but for being reminded of their failed love.

Levi agreed. He was the biggest idiot of all. But it was too late now.

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Levi felt the weight of sleepiness in his eyes. He didn’t get any sleep as he stayed with Y/N until sunrise. Only then he forced himself to let go of her hand and walked away.

Erwin approached him with a cup of tea, which he truly needed to fight off sleep.

He continued looking at the walking soldiers, while Erwin joined him. They silently enjoyed their tea, until they both saw Y/N and Bertolt.

‘Ah, the love birds,’ Erwin said matter of factly when seeing Y/N and Bertolt walking together. Bertolt looked a bit downcast but kept his attention to Y/N. Y/N was talking animatedly to him and seemed oblivious to his mood.

‘How are you with this?’ Erwin asked Levi flatly.

‘Surviving,’ Levi answered. He realised that there was no point hiding his feelings from Erwin. Erwin could read him like a book, and Erwin even knew long before him that Y/N was more than a dear friend to him.

‘Barely,’ Levi added.

A slight smile appeared on Erwin’s face. ‘Your own doing’.

‘I know,’ Levi said as he sipped his tea.

They saw the couple stopped on the track. Y/N took both of Bertolt’s hands, then gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

Levi felt his heart twisting in agony.

He heard Erwin chuckled softly.

‘It’s for the best. She needed intimacy, physical connection, but I’m incapable of giving her that. As long as she’s alive. At least I can ensure her survival,’ he told Erwin.

They saw Y/N twirled and happily climbed up Bertolt’s back. She put her left arm up, as if telling him to charge forward. Bertolt laughed and started to run while carrying her. She hugged him tightly and laughed all the way to the training ground. Both Levi and Erwin could feel the cloying happiness between them.

‘Believe it all you want,’ Erwin replied after a while.

‘Tsk’. He couldn’t fool Erwin. ‘You’re a sadist, you know that. You seemed to enjoy this,’ he told Erwin in annoyance.

‘I’m not bringing this up to cause you pain. I wanted you to realise your mistake, so that when the second chance comes your way, you won’t be the same foolish brat that you were,’ Erwin told Levi in a fatherly tone.

Seeing Erwin’s determined expression, Levi stated, ‘I’m not going to kill the pine tree, if that’s what you meant’.

‘Oh, I’m not so sure about that,’ Erwin replied with an air of mystery.

Levi gritted his teeth. Erwin must’ve sensed something about Bertolt but didn’t have enough information yet to share his deduction. There was no point pushing Erwin, so he just had to keep a closer eye on Bertolt.

Damn it, Y/N, why do you always throw yourself into danger?

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This story is part the "Detours to Your Heart" series, comprises of stories of your friendship and slow burn romance with Levi Ackerman. You build many interesting relationships with other AOT characters, such as ambiguous friendship/ romance with Hange Zoe, a whirlwind romance with Bertolt Hoover, sibling-like relationship with Jean Kirstein, and many more!

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taonsil · 6 years

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#ughh we were kinda warned it was possible we’d develop ptsd #at the time I was like no way Im free and so happy and just need to get through the grief cycle and then Im moving on without looking back #but. maybe Im far enough through grieving :s the upset and anger is going #i had a panic attack going into a specific room and had to rearrange the furniture so it didnt feel the same as back then #she’s been gone over two weeks but Ive started panicking whenever the phone rings #and recently I constantly get flashes of panic throughout the day bc I think Ive forgotten to do smth for her or Im late #or a memory will just pop up suddenly and now the situation isnt ongoing I can see it for how truly fucked up it is and feel sick #the funeral isnt until next week and i actually feel anxious about going bc now we’ve created some distance I dont wantto be near her again #hfff its a lot to take in. trying to grieve and process but also the massive life change #its hard when u just accepted and dealt with something and then suddenly its like ‘you went through THAT? are you ok??’ and its like uh..#and really starts to sink in #not 2 start but my dad was abusive too in different ways n then i had trouble with a partner and then nrly 8 years of practically being #prisoner in this situation and Im finding being entirely free of any negativity quite #idk almost scary? there’s just no one there in a role there always has been someone #i honestly feel like Ive been freed from a basement or something djhd..being in public spaces without smn there constantly humiliating and #dehumanising me is like an entire new world #Im still nd obvs so its not like I fit in suddenly but ive been going to stores and just walking around like :DDD!!!!#its kinda !!??!?!! skipping between so much good and dealing with coming out of so much bad #going from that to suddenly having complete freedom. knowing we can move homes. having a trip planned and maybe seeing the boys #idk where im going with this just aaaa..i was hoping to just be matter of fact about this and shut the bad memories off bc its ok now #I dont want to carry it around now its over but i guess its just smth that brain needs to do :s #I just wish the funeral hadnt been so delayed. but we explained the situation to the lady who’ll be doing the readings n she was #v supportive of making it comfortable for us so hopefully it wont be so bad #anyway back to suyeol..#tbh im even finding tao harder to enjoy now bc he just reminds me of being in that situation orz I wish my garbage brain hadnt ruined him #got me through at the time i guess #I hope i can at least find comfort in things now rather than like life or death depending on them zzz #its always been that way who knew id live this long lmao ive had pretty decent interests to keep me around

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just4channie · 3 years

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Idk i have this though about being Chan's girlfriend, and go to visit him at the studio after wearing a tight slutty dress in front of the kids, and being a little bratty to have his attention so Chan takes you to his studio for a little punishment.

aaaa anon i think i love you MWA MWA MWA

!! content warning: very jealous chan!, a wee bit of changbin in there cause i’m so weak for that man, light spanking, filthy filthy dirty talk, sub!reader, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (always wear protection folks), light degradation, overstimuation, creampie kind of?

this is not proof-read btw so sorry for any mistakes LMFAO

((Ended up making this longer than I expected OH WELL i couldn’t help myself I hope you enjoy smirk smirk)

Also errhmm it kind of switches between yours and Chan’s POV at one point but not for long)

“How much longer do you need, babe?” Chan asked from the bedroom door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his broad chest. “We don’t want to be late” he adds.

You set your brush on the bathroom counter, taking one last look at yourself in the mirror. You admired your body in your new dress, running your hands over your curves with a confident smile. While the dress wasn’t anything too risqué, it definitely hugged you in all the right places.

“I’m done, I just need to grab a bag and put on some shoes. Can you get my tote bag out of the closet? The blue one?” you responded, turning the light off in the bathroom as you left. Chan didn’t get the chance to look at you yet, already rummaging through your shared closet space. It wasn’t hard to find your bag, since it stuck out like a sore thumb against Chan’s all black wardrobe. In the meantime, you picked out a pair of small black pumps, wanting to wear something classy but comfortable. The silence in the room caught you off guard, no longer hearing Chan moving around. You turned to face him, letting out a breathy laugh as you caught him staring. You stood straight after putting on your shoes, waddling in a circle to show off your full outfit to your boyfriend

“What do you think? I bought it last week at the mall. I’m glad I was invited to the party with you, it finally gave me an exc-” you were cut off by Chan, his strong arms wrapping around your waste. He pulled you close to his chest, bending you back romantically. You laughed more, feeling his nose brush against yours.

“You look beautiful…” he mumbles with a smile, enclosing your lips with his. You cupped his face in your hands as you returned the kiss, humming softly. Chan kept a secure hold on you as he lifted you back up. As the two of you shared a passionate kiss, his hands gently roamed your body, reaching anywhere he could. You giggled after he gave your hips a squeeze, causing you to pull away from his lips. “Let’s get going. We don’t want to be late, right?” you asked, giving his chest a small shove as you repeated his own words from earlier. You took your bag from where Chan left it on the bed, offering your hand for him to take. Chan opted for slinking an arm around your waist, keeping you close to him as the two of you left your apartment. ----- The night went perfectly. Chan and the kids were holding a celebration on their recent kingdom wins, and of course, you were invited. It wasn’t a large party, mostly consisting of staff and a few friends. After stuffing yourself full with food, you and the boys all settled down on the large couch in one of the JYPE building’s lounge rooms. You initially sat down between Chan and Seungmin, the younger man respectfully keeping a small distance from you. You were comfortable with the boys at this point, but you did appreciate that they kept your personal space yours. Chan secretly appreciated it too. He wasn’t normally one to get possessive over you, but things often changed when he had a few drinks in his system. Tonight however, seemed to be going fine. Everyone was in a great mood.

“Y/N, can you do me a favor?” Felix asked you sweetly from across the couch. You turned towards him, nodding your head

“Can you go back to the party and grab some plates and napkins? I want to dig into my cake already” he replies, holding up the plastic cake box he brought with him, a beautifully decorated cake inside.

“Sure, I’ll be right back” you say, getting up from your spot on the couch. Chan’s hand that was wrapped around your waist this whole time, lingered. As you stood up, he let his hand brush over the curve of your ass. You shot him a look, swatting his hand away playfully. He chuckled in response, shrugging his shoulders innocently

“Want help, babe?” he asked, starting to stand from the couch. You stopped him before he could stand up, shaking your head

“That’s okay. It’s just some plates. Won’t take me long” you reply, walking down the hall to where the staff were still gathered. Chan let out a small puff, settling back into the couch. He couldn’t help but watch you walk away, his eyes glued to your form. That dress was driving him crazy. His mind began to wander for a moment, thoughts of previou nights flooding his brain. Your soft moans, the way you fit so perfectly in his lap, or the look on your face as you swallowed around hi-

“I’m getting a drink” Changbin announced, pulling Chan from his daydream. Chan cleared his throat, casually adjusting his position to hide the growing boner in his pants. His eyes followed Changbin as he left the room, heading in the same direction as you had. Normally, Chan wouldn’t think twice of this. He had no reason to be jealous, or to be suspicious, especially of his members. But, something about the smirk on Changbin’s face made his blood boil. Chan chewed his bottom lip, drumming his fingers on his leg.

She should be back by now he thought to himself. It had been nearly 5 minutes since you left. It didn’t take that long to grab a few plates and a handful of napkins. Chan grunted, getting up from the couch. Seungmin, scooted away from him, feeling the heat from his leader’s body. He glanced over at the others, Jisung concealing a snicker behind his hand. They all knew when Chan was jealous.

Chan stalked through the hall, moving towards the main room again. He could hear some voices over the music playing, but most of the staff had left at this point. He couldn’t hear yours though, nor Changbin’s. He stopped in the doorway, his eyes darting around the room until they landed on your form. For a second, all he could see was you. How beautiful you looked in your dress, your thighs peeking out from underneath it. But he couldn’t ignore the arm around your waist. An arm that wasn’t his.

Changbin had approached you shortly after you made it to the main room. It didn’t take you long to find what you needed, but you had gotten distracted by all the food still leftover. You shuffled down the line, picking at a few things happily. That’s when you felt an arm snake around your waist. At first, you thought it was Chan, since he’d been practically glued to your side the whole night. But you were surprised to see it was Changbin.

“You look really nice tonight, Y/N” he said quietly, his voice low in your ear. You tried to hold back the shiver that ran through your body, but you were weak to the way he spoke to you. He kept his hold on you light, though his hand began to roam, slowly sliding to your backside.

“Has Chan told you how good this dress looks on you yet? I hope he has..” he continues, his signature smirk plastered on his face. You respectfully smiled, taking baby steps in the opposite direction. You liked Changbin, but his flirtatious side became too intense when he was drunk. Luckily, you didn’t have to find a way to escape this time, your boyfriend coming just in time.

“Excuse me” Chan interrupted, now standing behind the two of you. Changbin looked over his shoulder, tensing up as soon as he saw the older male. His hand retracted from your body, taking a step away from you. He blurted out an apology to Chan before quickly leaving the room, scurrying to the other room.

“Ah, Channie. Don’t get mad at him, he didn’t do anything weird. You know how he gets” you say, turning to face your boyfriend. He looked at you, his expression unreadable. You couldn’t tell if he was mad or calm. It was a little intimidating. He smiled shortly afterwards though, taking hold of your hand. You blinked, surprised by his response

“Come with me real quick, I want to show you something” he says calmly, starting to lead you out of the room. You looked back at the stack of plates you left at the end of the table

“But I haven't brought back the plates yet” you say, following your boyfriend. Not that you really had a choice on where you were going, his grip on your hand getting stronger by the second.

“Forget that” was all he responded with, his tone firm. You knew this tone of voice, but were shocked he was using it here of all places. You didn’t have to look at his face to know his cute smile was gone by now. He was serious. You didn’t say anything else, keeping quiet as Chan led you through the building's halls and to his studio. You bit your lip, stepping into his dark studio after he opened the door. Within seconds of the door closing, Chan was crowding you until your back hit the wall, trapping you between him.

“What did Changbin say to you?” Chan growled, his eyes burning into yours. You shrunk down slightly, your thighs instinctively pressing together. Something about Chan’s behavior instantly turning you on. He only acted this way in the bedroom or upset. Chan kept one hand pressed against the wall, his free hand sliding down your side, stopping to firmly grasp your hips.

“Nothing..he just gave me a compliment, that’s all” you reply with a whimper, your hands finding their way to his shoulders. You felt him relax slightly under your touch, but he didn’t let your delicate hands break his aura.

He leaned down, his lips attaching to the skin just below your ear. He nibbled gently at first, enjoying the soft mewls that left your lips. His kisses got more rough as he moved down your neck. Meanwhile, the hand on your hip followed your arms to his chest. He took hold of one of your hands, guiding it down the expanse of his torso to his pants. He let out a deep groan as he pressed your hand against the growing bulge in his pants.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night...Maybe this dress was a bad idea” he sighs against your neck, his voice muffled between his lips against your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed as you slowly palmed him through his pants, his hips bucking against your hand. You didn’t have any intention of teasing Chan with your dress, but you knew it was a magnet for the other member’s gazes.

Chan removed himself from your neck, licking his lips as he eyed you down. You opened your eyes, taking your hand away, waiting for his next move. This was a bad decision, however. The moment your hand stopped it’s movement, Chan hissed, grabbing hold of your wrist again.

“ Did I say you can stop?” he asks, lifting one of his furrowed brows. He placed his free hand on your shoulder, pushing you down until you sunk to your knees in front of him. You gasped softly at how rough he was being with you. Still, you complied. Chan let go of your wrist, undoing his belt. Your eyes followed his hands as he fiddled with his belt, unzipping his pants and pushing them down enough for his member to spring free from his briefs. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, the tip red and already oozing precum. Chan lazily stroked himself, staring down at you. “Open up, baby. Seems like I have to remind you who you belong to”

You swallowed, looking up at Chan. You glanced at the door to his studio, but turned your attention back to your boyfriend as he pressed the tip of his cock against your lips. You poked your tongue out, running it over the swollen tip of his member. Then, you opened your mouth wide, letting Chan guide his dick past your lips, the weight of his cock on your tongue. You bobbed your head slowly, finding a steady rhythm as you sucked him off. You were surprised he wasn’t helping you. Normally he’d have a hand in your hair, moving you along his cock at a pace he liked. He didn’t touch you this time, hunched over you, his forearms supporting his body against the wall. You moaned as you took him in deeper, swallowing around him as his member reached far back into your throat. Still, you kept a slow pace, not wanting to push yourself. Chan groaned above you, small pants leaving his lips. Every so often,his hips would twitch, jolting forward. You knew he was holding himself back. You’ve noticed, with all the times you and Chan slept together, that he had the tendency to soften up with you. Your foreplay together was always sexy and rough, but when he was finally between your legs, you couldn’t keep up. It was cute, the way he couldn’t hold back the softie he was inside, but you knew there was a beast within him.

An idea came to your head as you pulled off of him, making sure to release his dick with a pop from your lips. Chan looked down at you, his eyes blown out from pleasure. You stroked his cock slowly, still inches away from your face. He was about to speak up, but you cut him off

“Actually...he did say I was sexy..” you teased, turning your head to leave sloppy kisses along his shaft. He growled deep from his throat, his eyes narrowing at you. You ignored him, placing one last kiss against his tip before leaning back against the wall, peering back up at him “You haven't said that to me all night..” you finished with a pout. Chan rolled his eyes before bending down, picking you up quickly. You yelped, being carefully tossed onto the couch. You began to turn over, looking for Chan, but you were held in place, one of Chan’s hands gently pressing your face against the cushion of the couch while the other lifted your hips up. You felt the couch shift behind you as Chan positioned himself behind you. You whined, feeling your dress ride up your hips. Chan laughed quietly, his hand trailing down your back to join the other on your hips, the both of them working on lifting your dress up.

“So, you were just going to keep that a secret from me, that Changbin called you sexy? I bet you’d think of that when you’re lonely at home without me” he grunts, his hands groping at your ass “When you’re wishing for my cock to stuff you full, do you think of him? You do know he’s nothing compared to me, right? No one can satisfy you like I can. You were made for me” Chan’s rough hand came down on your ass swiftly, leaving a sting. You moaned softly, burying your head into the cushion of the couch as he sweetly rubbed the spot before laying another spank down, another moan escaping you. “Aaah~ So my little slut likes to get her ass spanked? I’ll keep that in mind” he purrs, his hands spreading your legs further apart.

You shuddered, feeling Chan press his thumb against your soaked panties, rubbing small circles against your clothed clit. “So wet for me already...or did you get this way from Changbin? Did you really get this excited over him whispering in your ear?” he asked, his voice deep and smooth in your ears.

Chan moved your panties aside, plunging two of his long fingers into your heat without warning. Not even the couch could muffle the cry that left you. You turned your head to the side, beginning to pant as Chan mercilessly pumped his digits in and out of you, his fingers sliding in and out of you effortlessly from how wet you were. The curl of his fingers sent jolts through your body, your high approaching much faster than you wanted it to. Chan noticed the way your walls clenched around his fingers and how desperate your moan of his name had become, so he slowed down, eventually taking his fingers out of you. You bit your lip, your hips twitching from the stimulation, now desperate for more.

“Please Channie” you whined, turning your head enough so you could look at him over your shoulder. You shook your hips ro rile him up more, watching as his eyes followed your plump ass. “Unless...you don’t think you can fuck me like Changbin would” you breathed, biting your lip.

Chan puffed up, grabbing hold of your panties with one hand and tugging them down, exposing your glistening folds to him. “Don’t fucking say his name anymore” he replied, taking his cock into his hand. He pumped himself a few times before pushing into you, barely giving you any time to adjust before he stuffed the rest of his length into you. You choked on your own moan, the burning pleasure of his cock stretching you out enough to silence you. Chan breathed heavily behind you, granting you a moment to catch up. His hands lovingly roamed over your hips and waist until you let out a small whimper, finally needing him to move. Without any warning, he began to thrust into you, pulling out almost entirely before pounding into you. He kept a steady pace, grunts and moans of your name flying out of his mouth. Your moans mixed with his, the pace and angle of his thrusts pushing you closer and closer to your edge. You clenched around Chan’s cock with each trust, your nails digging into the couch.

“Gonna cum baby? I know you want to..” he pants, not slowing down his relentless pace “Go ahead, babe. Cum all over my cock” he moans, his cock throbbing inside of you. His words alone sent you over, strings of moans leaving your lips as you came, shaking in his grasp.

Chan surprised you again, his hips never ceasing to drill into you, even as you cried out from the overstimulation. It hurt, but you were so fucked out you couldn’t bother to say anything. Especially not with your boyfriend literally growling behind you like an animal. After a few more powerful thrusts, Chan pulled out of you, just in time to paint your folds with his cum, his seed dripping down your thighs afterwards. You groaned, your legs giving out finally as you laid flat down on the couch. Chan chuckled, fixing his clothes before carefully picking you up. He slid your panties back on, making sure to catch any of his cum with them. You winced at the feeling of your now even more soaked panties against your cunt. You looked at Chan, you lip quivering slightly.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll go home now” he says softly, peppering your face with kisses. You melted under him, standing up with a small wobble. Chan wrapped his arm around your waist like he had the whole night, keeping you steady. He leaned down, kissing the shell of your ear before whispering into it

“Of course, so I can fuck my cum back into you”

#stray kids smut #skz smut #bangchan smut #chan smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagine #a wee anon

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ac3id · 4 years

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Hawk’s eye| 18+

pairings: hawks [keigo tamaki] x female! reader

summary: hawks is in his rut, desperate for some relief. his annoying secretary won’t stop irritating him so he decides to take his pent up frustrations on her. ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

anonymous said:

hi!! so while the requests are still open, could you write some headcannons for Hawks x reader when he's in rut? maybe the reader is a bit clueless and doesn't even know he goes through stuff like that? dirty details are welcome 👀❤️

this was high-key inspired by @tainted-wine‘s this fic. (i hope u like my take on it !! 💓)

a/n: aaaa this took so much longer than i thought it would take 😭, also thanks @the-grimm-writer for proof reading this! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) also this is porn w plot so if u just was to skip to da porn. skip to this ‘◌’ bhai

ALSO THANKYOU FOR 900 FOLLOWERS LMAO WTF FOR REAL 😭

tagging: @lady-tokugawa-of-mikawa, @koiibito, @reinawritesbnha, @shorkbrian

warnings: noncon, hate fucking, one slap, she bites his dick at some point, scumbag hawks.

word count: 5862

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The sound of your phone buzzing on the side table with a loud, irritating noise jolts you awake. You roll around on the bed, your fingers reaching to turn the vibrating device off. Groaning, you sit up straight. The warm mattress under you threatens to lull you back to sleep but you shove the thought away instead choosing to stretch your arms over your head and yawn endlessly. You were tired, so goddamn tired. Rubbing your temples lazily you start thinking about the dreadful day you have ahead of yourself. You think about your boss: Hawks, the man who makes you hate your life and job. He has trapped you into a never-ending nightmare which starts the second you open your eyes till the moment you fall asleep and even then he still manages to haunt you in your dreams.

Cleaning up after his messes, obeying his ever so pliantly. He has turned you into his little pet slave. He says that it’s your job as you are his assistant, his little helper there to make his job a little less hectic. You must listen to his needs and wants and to some degree, you do agree with him: it is your job, it’s what you signed up for after all but you can also sense him misusing his title when he is with you. He never listens to your suggestions which results in him calling you late after work hours to help with his problems knowing damn well you had already warned him beforehand. And, oh his flirty, suggestive comments which borderline sexual harassment. Hawks is a difficult man to work with and you often find yourself wondering how much calmer your life would be if you never worked for him but you do not have that luxury of leaving the job. It pays ridiculously well and you have bills to pay, your family to support. No, you cannot afford to lose this job. So you sit through his torment and hope for the best.

Seconds later after you have gathered your will to live you start scrolling through your phone, skimming through the morning news lazily. Your eyebrows furrow and eyes turn into angry slits as you glance upon a displeasing, astonishing article.

‘No. 2 Hero Hawks spotted partying with strippers–’

Your heart stops for a moment.

What the fuck was this?

You hesitantly read through the article, your heartbeat increasing every second that your eyes focus on the led screen, reading the details of the damned article. Eyes widening as panic settles in your nerves, you realize the gravity of the situation you had found yourself under as Hawks’ manager. Hawks had been spotted partying with strippers in a nightclub with a bunch of celebrities. The crazy stalker who had managed to follow him succeeded in capturing exclusive pictures of Hawks dressed in an expensive suit, his hair styled to perfection dancing under the dim lights of the club with women in basically their underwear shamelessly grinding upon him. You honestly couldn’t have given a single fuck about what Hawks did in his free time but since he had managed to get a paparazzi to tail him and now that his career was at risk; it became your problem. Your first and foremost instinct was to call Hawks and ask him what the hell he was thinking. Not being careful enough, he had managed to taint his entire reputation. The people of Japan now probably viewed him as a reckless party animal rather than the No. 2 Hero!

Before you could call him, your phone’s screen lights up illuminating a contact you dread. ‘Hero Commission’ it’s written in bold letters, your face drops. Your fingers shake, filled with anxiety as you accept the call. Inhaling and exhaling, you try to calm your nerves. If it is a call from the Commission, you know it’s bad. Bad.

You pick up the phone and instantly regret it, “What were you doing?” an angry, masculine voice snarls through the screen. You open your mouth to answer but are not given a chance too. “How did you let him go to a strip club during patrol hours?” you bite your lip thinking of an acceptable excuse, “He had to go there for work! It’s a misunderstanding. He went down to the strip club undercover to meet up with a crook to get some intel– that’s what he told me. This is a misunderstanding, I–” your explanation was cut short as the person on the other end of the call deemed it enough. “Whatever it is, fix it and never let this happen again.” he sneers a warning before cutting the call. It wasn’t a complete lie, Hawks did tell you that he was investigating a case on his own and that he would be gaining information from shady people but you did not expect him to go to a strip club out of all places. The worst part: he never even told you in detail anything about this case neither did he notice the paparazzi tailing his back. You sigh in frustration, rubbing your forehead, you quickly ring up his number only for it be sent right to voicemail. You almost scream. Where the fuck was this bastard?

Managing Hawks was not a walk in the park. The hero commission had sent you down especially to be Hawks’ secretary. You had a reputation: you were known to be responsible, diligent, and punctual. You were one of their best, entrusted with the responsibility to manage Hawks and you did a good job but it was Hawks who just made the job so hard.

Creating problems he could never solve by himself; on lucky days you would get a call from him at three in the morning, him begging you to come to help him. You want to say no, deny him any help. Let him suffer by himself but you cannot do that. If he screws up and you are not there to fix it. You lose your job, you can’t afford that. You give your 100%, you do but it’s Hawks. He has a problem with you, well, he has a problem with everyone in the commission but projects it mainly at you. He does not respect you.

He chooses to ignore your decisions and suggestions, diminishing them with a cruel chuckle, “Look, I need you but just not now.” He would say with an apologetic smile, “just let me work at my own pace, I will call when I will need you. After all, I love seeing your cute face.” You would always have to force yourself from not slapping his smug face before he took off into the bright, blue sky.

The truth untold, it wasn’t his fault completely either. He was just so fast. It was hard for anyone to keep up with him and since he did his job right; bringing peace to the nation you could not deem him worthless. But it still was a bother at times like this when you were left completely in the dark while Hawks ruined his hard-earned reputation.

You got into the building earlier that morning to wait for Hawks in his office, you needed to talk to him. This was not his first mishap. Not long ago, another article about him shamelessly flirting with a fan had been published. It had said the fan was visibly uncomfortable with him but Hawks didn’t seem to care, he kept presting. You had managed to cover it up as the two being close friends who were publicly joking around, there was no real harm done. It was a lie though, you had to pay the fan a large check to keep her mouth shut. She accepted the money and the story was lost and forgotten but you had no idea how you were going to cover this hell up.

The clock struck nine as the day began, people rushing into the building all tensed but there was no sign of Hawks. You tried calling him on his number but the call directed to voicemail yet again. You were growing impatient, did something happen to him? Sure Hawks fucked things over sometimes but he never disappeared like this. It got you genuinely worried. Something horrible could have happened to him. After all, he was on a case.

You waited for another thirty minutes and there was yet no sign of him. His sidekicks came knocking on his office door only to be surprised to see you there instead of their boss. You told them to continue with their day and not worry about Hawks, he was just awfully late. Not a big deal, he will be here soon. Soon.

Another hour passed by, no sign of Hawks and about now your phone was blowing up with angry calls from his sponsors and business partners, screaming at the top of their lungs frowning upon the scandal. Heck, even Endeavor called you after he couldn’t reach Hawks himself. The call made you nervous as anxiety crept in yet again. Hawks wasn’t answering to Endeavour something bad must have happened. Getting tired of the wait, you make up your mind to drop by his penthouse and to go see him for yourself. His silence was driving you crazy and worried at the same time, you just hoped he would be there well and safe. You could not imagine the ruckus that would create if something were to happen to him.

You walked out of his office after waiting for an hour. Rushing down to the basement you got into your car and before driving away to his house. Just before leaving, you decided to test your luck by calling him. Hoping, praying he would answer this time and luckily he did .

“Hawks!” you cried, a wave of relief washing over you, “Where are you? What are you doing?” you began pestering him with questions, not letting him answer even once. Hawks, tired of waiting, interrupted your monologue of questions with a chuckle. “Aw, you’re worried about me, baby?” his tone was low and mischievous, the sentence slurring almost into a moan at the last word. You rolled your eyes and clenched your fists in irritation, you weren’t new to his teasing. Hawks thought it was appropriate for him to casually flirt with his secretary. Send unasked comments about your figure, perverted implications about what he would do to a ‘cute little thing like you’ which made you very uncomfortable being around him at times. But it wasn’t that what made him get on your last nerves. It was the fact that he could even think about joking at a time like this which made you furious.

You screamed into the phone, giving him a piece of your mind. Degrading him for not taking care of himself, complaining about how he had managed to put you in such a tight spot.

“Once again I am asking, where the fuck are you. Hawks?” you ended your speech with spite in your words. Hawks sighed, “I am in the office,” he says your name with an edge in his voice, instantly shutting you down, “Where the hell are you?” The smugness in his tone remains and you can tell he is smirking on the other side of the screen as if he’s won. You hang up abruptly before walking out of your car and into the building, hurriedly making your way towards Hawk’s office.

You slam the door open glaring upon hawks as he sits behind his table. Dirty boots resting pliantly on the shiny, polished wood. His wings out, stretched to their fullest, filling up the room standing on high alert. They have a deeper hue to them, they look darker– a darker red. How did that happen? You find yourself wondering. Is he on drugs? His face is tilted upwards, facing the ceiling. Eyes screwed shut. They open as he hears you enter and walk towards him, his wings falling back behind him calm and collected.

“You’re late,” he says with a smirk, you bang your fist on the table beside where his feet rest, making him flinch and bring them down instinctively. His eyes widened in shock, he was not expecting you to be this furious. Sure, he knew he knew he had gotten you mad but he was not expecting you to be this angry. Without any hesitation, you start scolding him again. He watches you ramble in ominous glee. A poker face masking his expression, he watches you trot about how much trouble he is in. His job is to protect meek and weak citizens who cannot fight for themselves, what he was doing in a strip in the name of business is something you cannot grasp your head around. You repeat your lecture which you had already tortured him over the phone while the entire time Hawks drums his fingers underneath the table, waiting for you to get over with your dumb speech. His eyes trail on your lips, watching it move. Plump, pillow-like features tinted dark red ramble on about how much of an irresponsible person he was. Complaining about how much trouble he puts you through daily. Honestly, he doesn’t quite catch what you were saying. His mind busy imaging you shutting the fuck and letting him get through the day– or better yet how pathetic you would look underneath him while he shoves his dick down your throat. The thought makes his cock throb. His eyes change from an unbothered, bored look to something sinister as they start trailing all over your body. His eyebrows slightly furrow as he catches up on the few degrading terms you throw at him.

You talked too much. Way too much, do you realize how much better you would look if you keep your pretty, little mouth shut? The entire time, it’s always: Hawks don’t do this, Hawks don’t do that. Don’t you ever get tired? He wonders whether your dumb little brain had any thoughts other than the ones which tell you to irritate him all the time. You should shut up, really stop talking. He might do something bad, he’s already stressed enough as it is being in his rut and having no way to relieve himself, he is going through a rough time here. The other night he escaped to a strip club in hopes of relieving some stress and it had worked but it had also brought along a mind splitting scandal.

The entire morning, Hawks was busy avoiding people. Whether it be his fans, reporters, or even someone he knew; he paid no mind to them trying to get to the office as soon as possible to deal with the mess he had created.

It wasn’t his fault entirely, he was in his rut and needed sexual relief which he was finding very hard to receive. With his work piling up and you breathing down his neck, he couldn’t even take represents as they slowed him down. He couldn’t risk falling asleep on duty. A stupid, little headline about what he does in his free time was much more favorable than a failed mission in which he would let countless innocent lives slip by his fingers.

He watches you ramble, his eyes trailing over your body locking on your tits. He stares at them intensely, watching them bounce slowly every time you huff out of irritation and frustration. Your work shirt works him favors, the white almost translucent material shows off the slightest shadow of your black, lacy bra. It’s enough to get him going- imaging how your soft mounds would feel in his hands. How you would whimper under his touch as he tugs and pulls on your perky nipples, you probably wouldn’t sound as monstrous as you do right now. Your moans would be girlish, small whimpers would leave your lips as you would try your best to cover them up. You would try to hide your face under his assault but he wouldn’t let you, pinning you down instead and forcing himself on you while you cried for him to stop. Beg for his mercy.

He can feel his jeans tighten.

“So please, Hawks. Just be a little more responsible.” you finish, your voice turning into a plea. He hums and apologizes for his impulsive thinking, like always, he is not sorry. “Let's fix this mess, what do you say?” he asks with an apologetic grin, trying to be polite. You on the other hand don’t even spare him a glance, walking right out the door instead. It leaves him very offended.

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“Ah! What a troublesome day it was,” Hawks chimes in walking into his office with you closely following behind, “It was all your fault.” you spit making hawks chuckle, “Whatever happens, happens for the good.” he says, a scoff leaves your lips, “What was good about that?” you ask annoyed. “I get to have you alone with me now~” Hawks winks at you making you roll your eyes dramatically. Both of you stand together in Hawks’ office after hours. The day is done, everyone in the agency building has taken their leave excluding the two of you. It had been a long day fixing up after Hawks. You were tired and all you wanted was a warm bath and some sleep.

“Do you want to know why it happened?” Hawks asks out of the blue, “What happened?” you question, “Why was I at the strip club?” you sigh, “I don’t give two shits about your personal life, Hawks.” replying sternly. A look of disappointment arises on his face, “It’s actually more than that, really, I u-uh have this condition- it gets very hard to work during these times-”

“What are you even talking about?” You interject confused and clueless. You turn to him, a glare evident on your face you stare at him sheepishly. What was he on about now?

“I am serious, I went into my rut, and that's why I went to the strip club-” “Into a what?” Hawks’ eyes widened, were you really that clueless? “A rut, [y/n],” he says like it is a matter of fact, something everybody is aware of. “A rut. You know like how some animals go into heat and they-” your face scrunches as he explains his rut to you, you visibly grow more and more repulsed. Hawks studies you face, his heart genuinely breaking at your expressions. “Why are you telling me this?” you screech, “jeez Hawks, I did not need to know any of that!” you continue.

Hawks is hurt, he accepted a reaction which showed more concern. Maybe he went a bit too far imagining that you would offer him help but seeing you so disgusted by him shattered his heart and made him lose all his respect for you. You were a terrible human being, no different from those villains he put behind the bars every day. “I am telling you all of this because- this actually happens! Many- fuck- millions of people like me actually suffer from this shit! You should be a little more emphatic.” he reasons. He accepts you to understand at least now but you gloriously manage to disappoint him yet again. A rude snarl leaves your lips followed by a scoff, “What are you really trying to tell me Hawks? That you don’t want to do your job and to justify your laziness; you are making lame excuses now?” you shove a finger to his chest, it pushes him off the edge.

Something in his snaps, he looks down where your fingertip touches his chest. You are smaller than him, he’s at least a foot bigger than you. Where does your bratty, puny self get all this confidence from? His eyes darken as something sinister floats within him. He stares down at your finger, wanting to rip it off. He wants to see you cry. He wants to see you in pain and misery, suffering a great deal while nobody comes to help you.

“Hawks, you know what? I am so done with your bullshit. I am leaving.” You turn away from him, heading to the door but before you could move a step. Hawks grabs you by writs, caging your delicate hand into a bone-crushing death grip, “What the fuck?” you question, “Hawks?” you continue. You wait for his response, turning to him. He is facing the floor, his hair scanning over his eyes making it impossible for you to read his expression, not that you could read what was going on with him normally but now; it’s even harder. “Are you going to let go?” you ask again only to be met by him squeezing your wrists even tighter. You bring your other hand over him to pry yourself free from his clutches but he doesn’t want to let go.

“Hawks wha-” you don’t get to complete your statement as Hawks pushes you down on the floor making you fall on your butt. You let out a loud hiss. You frown, yelling out “What is wrong with you!?” You try to stand back up but his hands settle on your shoulder pushing you back down. You try fighting but it’s to no use. Did you forget he is the no. 2 Pro- Hero? He is much stronger than you, he brings down villains twice his size daily. What makes you think your weak kicks and punches will be enough to beat him?

You keep struggling under him, screaming how you were going to report him and ruin his career, how he is going to be sorry for messing with you.

“Shut. Up.” he finally speaks, he brings his gloved hand to your perfectly styled hair. Pulling tightly on your roots he stretches your face upwards, making it easier for him to look down on you while you cry in agony, “Stop crying.'' His voice is deep and raspy, much different from how he usually talks. You look up at him, fear swimming in your eyes as tears prick at the corners of your sockets, lips trembling. If you already weren’t terrified enough, your horror becomes tenth fold when you see his boner raging in his pants, “Come, on. Hawks..” your voice is small and weak, it's a broken cry. You know what he is going to make you do. He was going to violate you, break you beyond repair.

This was so wrong. As much you hated Hawks, you never would have thought he would do something like this. Hawks was a hero. He is meant to fight for justice, punish evil. Why is he doing this? “Hawks no. Please. Was it something I said? I take it back I didn’t mean it-”

“You know, y/n, you are not so different from those villains yourself,” if looks could kill, you would be dead. The pure, anger, and hatred he looks at you with bothers you. It makes you hate yourself, there is something sinister in his eyes which makes you sure about the fact that he is not afraid of hurting you. He has given up on you, after all, his polite gestures, generosity you always ignored- he’s fed up with your sheer ignorance and your ego. He hates you. He does and heck if he wasn’t in his rut; he would never bring his dick anywhere near you. He does not respect you as a human and in no way does he have any romantical attachment to you. All he ever saw was a walking alarm clock, bugging him every second, and now all he is going to see you as is his cocksleeve whom he can stuff his fat cock into whenever and however he seems fine. To him you are just a walking hole he can ruin whenever he wants to, you have managed to get on his bad side and he is going to show you his bad side.

He undoes his belt, his pants falling to his thighs displaying his expensive boxers and his growing hardness. His cock is throbbing within its confines, fighting desperately to come free. His free hand pulls his boxers down and his cock springs free, hitting his abdomen. It stands long and hard, the tip blushed red and angry, tiniest bit of pre-cum spilling sweetly from his slit. He pumps his cock in his hand before forcing it against your mouth, pressing it to your lips smearing his pre all over your lips. You whimper in protest, moving your head the littlest you can under his tight grip. “Bitch open up. You had this coming for a long time,” his dick slaps your cheek while his fingers try to pry open your mouth. Pushing his gloved digits forcefully into your mouth, the rough fabric feels disgusting on your tongue. His fingers capture the lower part of your jaw, tearing your mouth apart with deranged strength. A loud cry escapes from you as he stuffs your empty mouth full of his cock, “Yeah, that’s more like it. Fuck.” he bottoms out into your throat, his shaft hitting the back of your throat making you gag, “get on with it. A slut like you would have the experience, right?” he taunts you. You do as he says, puckering your lips firmly around his length, your hands resting on his exposed thighs while you stroke him with your tongue. You feel his chiseled thigh muscles flex under your fingers as he melts in pleasure, tiny moans leaving his lips shamelessly.

As Hawks drowns in overwhelming pleasure, a criminal idea crosses your mind. Your eyes trail up to his face. His eyes are screwed close, he bites his lower lip softly. Carefully and slowly, you graze your teeth over his cock. Clamping down on it lightly, you hold your position. Your heart beats faster when Hawks stiffens and in a quick flash, he pushes you off his cock throwing you into the ground before backing up, squealing in pain.

“YOU LITTLE BITCH!” he screams, you sprint to the door. Trembling fingers try to unlock the doorknob while Hawks cries in agony behind you. You can feel him loom behind you, ready to come for your neck. A part of you tells you that you will not make it but the adrenaline rushing in your veins calls to be hopeful. Just open the door and just run.

Your cold, quivering fingers almost unlock the heavy wooden door but before you can push it open. Hawks appears right behind you, pushing his body onto your back. You feel his cock poking at your ass, his hand grabs your head pulling you, prying you off the door. You scream and cry trying to break free, grabbing his hand clawing on it to let you free. Hawks chooses to show no mercy as he drags you by your hair to his desk, your scalp hurts from his grip. You can feel tiny strands breakaway. He turns you around and slams your back to his wooden desk, you whimper at the contact. He stands in front of you, pressing his knee between your thighs. His hand reaches out to pull at your collar, forcing you to look at him.

He is livid, eyebrows furrowed with a death glare his jaw clenched, and his eyes darker than you have ever seen before. He looks at you with murderous intent, you think he might as well kill you with his wings flared open. The feathers turning into knives, you beg for your life.

Hawks observes your face. Broken, scared for your life your eyes are glassy, ridden in fear your makeup smeared all over your face. He thinks it's beautiful, he has finally got you begging for mercy, finally thinking of him as the man he is. He appreciates your submission but it does not erase the fact that you just bite oh his dick. You beg for mercy, your voice is small and broken. It comes barely above a whisper, “I am so sorry hawks, please don’t do this.” He doesn’t listen, staring at you head-on with his jaw clenched. He brings his free hand to the air, keeping it steady for a second before bringing it down with a horrendous force. You feel it before it happens; white, hot flashing pain erupts through your cheek stinging you hard. You cry out in agony as your face drops to the other side. The strike was powerful, it left you sore, you can still feel it sting your face. It leaves you swollen, you try to bring your hand up to your face lightly to carcasses you paining cheek but Hawks pushes your face on the wooden desk before you could, trapping your arms behind your back holding it with one hand. “You don’t realize your position, do you? You know what? I was going- planning to be gentle with you. I thought I would at least make you cum but now,” he pulls a feather out his wings preceding to tear open your pencil skirt with the sharp end. The ripped fabric falls to the ground leaving you in your panties and the pantyhose you always wear under your skirts, “There we go. I hope you are a pain slut, otherwise you would really not enjoy this.” he says with a small chuckle before ripping you out of your bottoms, leaving you in your panties completely vulnerable to him. He abandons his gloves, rubbing his fingers on your clothed cunt roughly trying to gather slickness from your dry hole. Pleasure shoots down your body as his digits find your clit, rubbing tight circles on the little pearl, “Does this feel good? You are getting wet.” a smirk scars his face, “Who gets off to being raped?” he says sharply. Your face scrunches up in disgust and embarrassment. A heavy lump forms in your throat and the waterworks that you had been holding off burst open. Big, fat tears roll down your cheeks as you cry for mercy. You didn't know why this was happening to you, for your entire life you had been a nice person: always helpful, sensitive, and kind. At least, that was what you thought yourself to be. Never in a million years could you- or anyone, in fact, could have ever thought that you would be crying pathetically while your boss: a person known to all as a Hero, the truest, most honest person to exist ever would be the one defiling you, tearing you down to nothing just for his pleasure.

“Shut up, you like this.” He snarls at you, so sick of your loud wails he even shoves two fingers inside your mouth plunging them to the back of her throat, “Don’t you dare bite now, slut.” he warns. His fingers stop prodding at your clit when he notices the wet spot forming on your panties, he wastes no time shimming them down to your ankles, whistling when he sees your glistening pussy. You only wail louder pleading him not proceed any further. Hawks turns a blind eye to all your begging, “I should just shove it in, right?” he asks petting his finger over your hole, “but that won’t be fun,” he snickers. You feel his move away from your cunt and move higher. Panic settles, he couldn't be serious, “Hawks. Please no. Please don’t. I don-” finger rims along your asshole, inching to dip in, “What? Don’t want me to fuck your ass?” he spanks your ass hard making you flinch, “Please I’ve never-” you cry out hoping he would understand, “No one’s ever fucked you in the ass before?” you whine at the lewd words which shamelessly fall from his lips, “Guess there’s a first for everything.” he says with a scoff.

His digits bury into your hole, stretching you out in a way you’ve never felt before. The stretch burns, filling a fresh set of tears rolling down your eyes, smudging your mascara and eyeliner You looked like a whore. He keeps hammering his fingers inside you without mercy, a loud whine leaves your lips as you feel a tingle of pleasure from him hitting the right spot. “Do you like that? Too bad, this isn’t for you.” he moves his fingers from you before lining his fat cock to your almost too tiny hole, “How will this fit?” he laughs to himself, pressing his engorged tip in slowly, “Will be a tight fit,” he continues to shove his cock into your hole, his face turns off one to ecstasy as your walls take him inch by inch. You scream in pain, his cock was much bigger than his fingers. It was stretching you out, numbing your mind and soul, you did not know how much more you could take. Salty tears fell from your eyes as Hawks bottomed himself in you, he waited for a moment before starting to thrust into you unforgivingly. Dragging his fat cock out and your walls pulling him right back in. As he kept ramming into you. Slowly, you start to pleasure tingle up your spine as his tip smashed against the right spots. Your cries of pain turn to pleasurable moans. Hawks wastes no time in teasing you, “Look at you moaning like a slut,” he spanks your ass with swift force sending your rear to sting. You feel unbearable pleasure starting to build up in your abdomen, a straining coil wanting to burst which each of Hawks’ strong thrusts yet it is left unfilled as the simulation is not enough to make you cum from all alone. Hawks notices this, the pitiful crying for him to touch your swollen little clit which was begging to be played with. He almost thought he would give it to you, after all, he was a good person. Almost.

Hawks just snicker, his cruel, sadistic laugh echoing in the room, “No, no, no.” he teases, “no matter how much you cry, baby. I am not letting you cum. This is your punishment, you deserve this. You’ve been a bad girl.” Hawks couldn’t formulate how he was able to form complete sentences. The moment he had caught you, he had let himself go feral. Dragging you down like a predator, he finally had you under him. He kept grunting and breathing profanity down your ear along with shameful praises about how well your slutty ass takes him. He is glad he is finally getting his much-deserved relief but he is not done yet. He won’t be done until he is filling your vulnerable womb with his seed, he won’t be done until he hears you asking him to give you his children. He is not going to leave you be until he has destroyed you, balls deep in your tiny pussy. He is going to keep you here all night fucking you, he is going to stay there all night fucking you with hate which he has buried within himself for you over the years. He is going to melt you in his hand, break you until only he can build you up, and maybe he will not let you go even after that. Maybe he will keep you after all hawks mate for life.

Just hope he lets you cum the next time.

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I’ve seen a lot about your thoughts on Elisabeth and Tanz der Vampire, and they’ve been really helpful getting into those musicals! But you have a huge list of other musicals that people can get into…

So I was wondering if you had any musicals you hadn’t mentioned in a while that you really like or would like to talk about??? (preferably something from your lists that has a blue heart please?)

Oh if only you knew how long the list of European musicals really is... I however have only seen 9 (if I counted right) and I have a lot more that I still need to watch. Oh also, I only put the blue hearts on any musicals that I was providing multiple links for so people could see which version I reccoment the most highly. If a musical only had one link and didn't have a blue heart it doesn't mean I didn't like it.

I've watched: Mozart das Musical, Elisabeth das Musical, Tanz der Vampire, 3 Musketiers, Mozart L'Opéra Rock, Dracula (the Graz production), Rebecca das Musical, Roméo et Juliette and Schikaneder.

If you enjoyed those two you're likely to enjoy Rebecca! It's written by the same composer/lyricist team as Elisabeth and Mozart (and same lyricist as Tanz der Vampire - though if you're listening to any German musical, original or translated, 90% of the time the lyrics will have been done by Michael Kunze that man is everywhere). The Stuttgart production has my favourite set design of any musical! Well... Actually probably. There are so many big set pieces it's insane, way more than I've seen in some Broadway and West End musicals. You can tell so much work went into it and the visual effects that I won't spoil if you don't know the plot but if you know the plot you know what I mean by the effects at the end are so good and I didn't expect them at all and I freaked out so much the first time I watched it. Jan Ammann as Maxim in the Stuttgart production is the best Maxim. No I won't take any argument. Other actors feel a bit one-dimensional to me, but the way Maxim acts at times comes from trauma and some actors and productions seem to forget that, but Jan really goes for it and his Maxim is a lot more sympathetic and I just want to give him a hug. Pia Douwes as Mrs Danvers, if you've seen her in Elisabeth what more do I need to say, she's amazing. A musical goddess. Her Danny is a bit more wild than some, but she kills it. My favourite video, which I put the blue heart next to, has understudy Christina Patten as Ich/I, but I adore her she's my favourite. She adds some spunk to Ich in act 2 and her voice is so pretty and aaaa. I just love these three actors together in these roles.

Roméo et Juliette is another favourite of mine! It's hard to choose which one to recommend, but it has to be the original 2000/2001 production because of the sweetness and chemistry and voices of Damien Sargue and Cecilia Cara as Romeo and Juliet. They're so pretty and work together so well. The only reason I say it's hard to pick is Mercutio. I adore him, but in the original production they cut out a song they had planned for him and he doesn't really do much at all? In the 2010 revival they gave him two more songs and you care about him so much more and John Eyzen plays such a good Mercutio. So I'd recommend the original but if you want to like Mercutio more, which you should he's amazing, I'd recommend watching at least clips of John's. It's an interesting musical because all productions are non-replica and also change around the order of songs, add or take away characters, all sorts. The Hungarian production is also very popular and I'm sure it's great, I just haven't' gotten around to watching it yet.

Mozart das Musical was the first non-English language musicals I watched so I have a fondness for it, but it's not my favourite. However, I do realise I have forgotten most of the songs and the few I've gone back and listened to are better than I remember.

Dracula isn't super popular and I understand why, I don't love the plot of the Dracula/Mina romance in it, however. I do love this musical because despite how I find the plot lacking, the songs are so good! At least, I love them. And the actors are all doing a great job. And it's one of the few Dracula adaptions to keep Quincy Morris so they get bonus points for that.

Mozart L'Opéra Rock and modern French musicals... This isn't necessarily a bad thing, but they're often more like pop-rock operas now. So if you're not into musicals with that style of music it might not be for you, but I still enjoyed it even though I didn't think I would because of the style of music. Mozart and Salieri's chemistry is very good, Salieri's bisexual crisis song is iconic, actually all of Salieri's songs are iconic.

Schikaneder... eh. I didn't like it that much and I didn't really like any of the songs. There's no English subtitles, but someone sent me the entire English synopsis and I watched it with a German friend so I had double the help of understanding it. Doesn't mean others might not like it, just none of the songs stood out to me and I had no desire to listen to any of them again. It's by Steven Scharwz of Wicked fame and I love Wicked, but I didn't love this.

3 Musketiers!! God it's so underrated and not spoken about within the European musical fandom that I even forget about it and literally forgot to write about it earlier in this post. It's a Dutch musical (though did also have a German production) and it's really good!? Faces you might know are Pia Douwes as Milady de Winter, Stanley Burlseon as Cardinal Richeliu (Netherlands Der Tod in Elisabeth), Henk Poort as Athos (Netherlands Phantom and Jean Valjean). The dialgoue is funny, the songs are good, some of the set pieces have no right to exist in this tiny musical?? They made this giant boat and pelt the actors with rain just for one 5 minute song and then we never see the boat again? And while I recommend the Dutch one because Dutch musicals deserve more love and it has official English subtitles!! Official ones, not fanmade! I have the DVD and it comes with English subtitles (and Dutch and German subtitles) which is so nice. The German version is also good, good cast, Pia came back and Uwe Kroger as Richeliu and omg they rearranged the songs and the German arrangement of Nicht Aus Stein is insane and amazing and frankly iconic.

That's all of the ones I have watched. Next on my list to watch are Rudolf and Notre Dame de Paris, both of which I have listened to some songs from and already love (I've listened to way too much of Notre Dame de Paris and am so in love).

I want to start organising streams where I'll host the musical either by getting the video from Youtube or my own files and anyone who wants to join can come along and watch with us, chat with us if you want or just watch there's no pressure to chat. I thought about doing weekly streams? This would also make me finally watch some of the ones I've been meaning to for ages. But I keep wondering about time zones. I'm in the UK and would want to stream at about 11pm at the latest (11pm BST/GMT+1 as we’re in daylight savings at the moment, if the streams continue past the end of October which would be wild then I’ll make a note of the time change that would be to 11pm GMT), which I know can work for other UK and Europeans, but for any Americans would be in the afternoon. So, I wondered if doing it on a weekend would be better? Then it doesn't matter if it's in the afternoon? Maybe Saturday evenings then? It would either be Saturday evenings UK time or Friday evenings UK time. What do you guys think? If people are down then I'll make a separate post with a list of what we'll be watching each week and if anything happens to me that means I can't stream one week then everything will just get pushed back a week, but I don't see that as likely to happen. And I'll only be streaming those that have English subtitles, so don't worry about not being able to understand anything.

edit: am also open to 10pm bst if others want that, im just trying to think of what time works best for everyone so sorry if 11pm is a little late for europeans, i know 10pm could be a little early for americans. also in case it sounded like these are the only musicals i will be streaming, thats not so, ive got more than just the ones mentioned on this list!

(Tagging some people who I know are or might be interested in streams to see what you think of that plan: @sirona-art @ringwraith100 @tanz-der-trash @smilingwoland @the-weird-dane @witchgaye @ami-fidele @kisstheghouls @looking-4-happiness @ladysapphire928 @sloanedestler @tinywound @persephonaae @phoenixdewinter @uwucoffee @freshbloodandgothicism )

#european musicals #mozart das musical #3 musketiers #dracula the musical #retj #romeo et juliette #mozart l'opera rock #mozart l'opéra rock #musical theatre #musicals #broadway #musicaledit #rebecca das musical #rebecca the musical #answeredasks #non english language musicals

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nice-kill-tanaka · 3 years

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🌄Hikaru + Tease Crush🌌

Summary: Aaaa idk tsundere hikaru brain go brrrrrr,.

A/N: Lowkey, I’m not too sure about this one. But, how good it is comes down to how well it’s received by you guys. It’s in your hands now tumblr!!

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🌗Hikaru Hitachiin🌗

You, a new second year at Ouran Middle School, happened to meet Hikaru and Kaoru in a once in a blue moon situation

✨Separately✨

You and your parents were commoners from another region of Japan. But, due to trying times, you were sent to live with your impossibly wealthy grandparents to finish your education while your parents got back on their feet

So, you clearly had no idea how to navigate what felt like the world’s biggest campus

Taking initiative, you decided to take a free period to mentally map out at least the middle school campus. You were not about to be late to every single class again, lest you start getting detention

You were somewhere near the courtyard when you heard soft, delicate sobs from around the corner, followed by fast footsteps leading away from you

You quickened your pace to at least see what was going on, and the scene you walked in on told you everything you needed to know

The sobs were coming from a girl in your year, who seemed eager to get away from the courtyard. And leaning on the pillar on the bend, was a tall redhead who looked far too satisfied with himself. At least if your assumptions were correct

You decided not to go off on the boy right away, so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself

“Ah...Did I intrude on something?”

The boy apparently hadn’t noticed you until you said something, but quickly regained his composure

“Nah, you had good timing. We were just finishing up.”

“...We?”

Hikaru suddenly remembered

You were new to Ouran. And at this point, you probably haven’t memorized faces yet. Even if they were identical

That, and the fact that Kaoru was still behind a bush watching everything play out, was enough for Hikaru to try something new

“Me and that girl you saw, I mean.”

“Yeah, alright. What’s your deal with her, by the way? She didn’t sound too happy.”

Hikaru shrugged, “Dishonesty, disloyalty, stuff like that. I just gave her a piece of my mind and she couldn’t handle it.”

“Hm, I figured she couldn’t. She’s crying pretty hard.”

“Then she shouldn’t have been trying to sneak around with other guys.”

Alright...you halfway understood the guy. If you were in his shoes, you’d at least want to do something similar. But, going out of your way to emotionally decimate someone that clearly isn’t worth your time? Seems a little excessive

‘But, hey,’ you thought. ‘To each their own.’

You kept your composure around the boy, shrugging and turning to walk away. “I get that. What did you say your name was?”

“Mm? Hikaru.”

“Hikaru. If that girl’s really as horrible as you say she is, I think it’s hilarious that you’d give her pathetic ass the time of day.”

That jab technically wasn’t aimed at Hikaru, but the way you said it. The way you turned back slightly to flash a shit-eating grin at him. It was clear your comment was meant to say more about Hikaru than the girl he told off

In short, Hikaru ended up not liking you

Meeting Kaoru went a bit more smoothly

Since you were in Class B at the time (you were to transfer to Class A next semester), you didn’t actually gather that the asshole you met the other day had a whole brother. So, that case of whiplash was particularly strong

During a lunch period within the same year, you decided to sit alone. Nothing personal really, but being around twenty-four other kids your age with such a high amount of tunnel vision gets suffocating at a certain point

Not too far away, Hikaru had gotten up to use the bathroom, leaving Kaoru to his own devices for a bit

It wasn’t long before he found a familiar face in you, sitting alone and looking rather bored

Of course, Kaoru hadn’t personally talked to you yet. The only things he heard about you were from Hikaru, which still wasn’t much, considering that his brother seemed too embarrassed and pissed to say anything beyond: “They’re an asshole. They’re not worth talking to.”

But, regardless of Hikaru’s first impression of you, Kaoru thought it would be fun to mess with you for a bit

I’m fully convinced you have the eagle eye, because you noticed Kaoru before he even said anything

“If you’re still pressed about what I said the other day, Hikaru, trust me, I was just messing with you.”

Damn at least let him speak 💀

Kaoru noticed that even though you thought he was Hikaru, your posture and tone held no animosity. You seemed relaxed, even sending a half smile Kaoru’s way

Your aura felt overall likable, so what could you have said to Hikaru to tick him off so much??

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I actually almost forgot about that.”

Immediately, something didn’t click with you

“You sound different today, man. Everything okay?”

...What??

Kaoru wasn’t sure how you figured it out, but no one was usually able to tell the difference between his and Hikaru’s voices and speech patterns, period. Let alone upon hearing both twins once separately

“What do you mean...? I’ve always sounded like this?”

“Hm, must be a bad case of laryngitis then. How’s your twin doing, by the way?”

Kaoru’s expression didn’t betray much, but your knowing and lighthearted smile sure did

He originally wasn’t going to tell you the whole truth. But, you seemed like you’d be too much fun (given some time) to pass up getting on your good side!

It almost felt strange, inviting someone else into his and Hikaru’s little world. But, even if you were just a toy for now, you were someone Kaoru wanted to keep around

Kaoru introduced himself with his real name while he explained his relationship with Hikaru, and your face was priceless

Sure, you knew that the boy in front of you wasn’t acting like the Hikaru you met a few days back. But, the twin brother thing was a complete shot in the dark!!

But, Kaoru laughed and dragged you and your lunch to his and Hikaru’s table

Ooh, when I say Hikaru was NOT thrilled??

He was seething when you gave him that same look as before

“Hey there, Heartbreaker. Nice to see you again.” 😊😊🙃🙃

Hikaru flushed as Kaoru tried to hide his giggles behind his hand

Yeah, that kind of sums up your dynamic 😂

From then on, whenever you were around the twins, you drove a clear wedge in their “identical” personalities. Just by the fact that you treated them both differently

Kaoru was your partner in crime, playing along with your jokes and often taking more agency in making decisions than usual. You were both mature, yet mischievous, so you were often on the same page

We stan compatible friends 👏😌

Hikaru...was kind of your sentient punching bag

From your first conversation with him to now, you gathered that Hikaru had a weirdly prominent petty streak, with some emotional constipation on the side. All of this, manifesting in a semi-childish, stubborn mess with a hair-trigger temper (At least, when it comes to you and Kaoru poking at him)

You weren’t exactly intent on improving those flaws (Since it’s technically not your job to fix the vices of others), but you most certainly let Hikaru know that those qualities weren’t something to be proud of. Especially when he let them get the better of him

And you did just that by teasing the hell out of him

“Aww, is little Hikaru upset that Italian isn’t being served at lunch today??”

“Ooh, don’t get too angry! You might pop a vein.”

“Y’know, you’d think a normal human being wouldn’t blush as much as you do. Are you really that bothered by me?”

Yes! He was!

He felt bothered and threatened because you dragged out every single flaw that no one (not even Kaoru) dared to call out until now. Not that he could give a name to that feeling an the moment

You were surprisingly clairvoyant for someone that strategically abused that fact. You always had an upper hand, and that wasn’t something Hikaru was used to

But, after a while, his frequent showcases of embarrassment began happening for a different reason

In between all of the teasing, you were never downright mean to Hikaru. You were just as nice to him as you were to Kaoru

Hikaru often enjoyed the bentos you made the twins on random days (Though, he failed to admit it on a regular basis)

When the teacher was going a little too fast, you’d always let Hikaru copy off of your notes

And man, you sure did look good at the beginning of the day...when the morning sun lights up your eyes, and-

Oh...

Oh no.

So, that’s why every time you’d get on Hikaru’s case, he would get flustered and look away. He liked you??

Hikaru can’t let anyone know about this. Especially you.

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[🌌Take this for your travels, bud. Don’t worry about paying me or anything, everything’s on the house! Though 🍁likes🍁 and ☘️reblogs☘️ are appreciated!🌄] — Reagan

#caravan commodities #extra supplies #ouran high school host club #ohshc headcanons #ohshc x reader #hikaru hitachiin #hikaru hitachiin headcanons #hikaru hitachiin x reader #hikaru x reader #why do i have a knack for writing full novels in a single post?#i have no idea!!#will i stop?#no!!

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heart-wit-strength · 3 years

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Lean on Me -Amphibia Oneshot

'Sometimes in our lives, we all have pain, we all have sorrow, but if we're wise we know that there's always tomorrow.'

*Following the ending of 'Marcy At The Gates'*

Because I just wanted to write Anne and Marcy being cute without, y'know, dying for once. My first Amphibia fic so no, it's not that good, but well, I tried. Here ya' go @milkshakekitty ❤️

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Anne smiled warmly as she clutched onto Marcy’s hand as they swiped through the pictures, she had to catch her up with all the adventures they had in Amphibia without wasting any time. “Here’s me and Sprig by the lake. There was a snake that tried to eat us.” Anne commented. “Oh, oh, and here’s us running from a centipede that-”

“Let me guess, tried to eat you?”

Anne gasped, mouth agape in astonishment. “How did you know?”

Marcy giggled to herself. “Duh. This is Amphibia. What do you expect?” they swipe through some more pictures. “Wow, Anne. You and Sprig really seem really close, huh.” Anne blushed, twirling a strand of her hair in her finger.

“You could say. He’s…kinda the reason I've really been able to keep going, especially ever since separating with you guys, life’s been hard.” Anne admitted. “Feels like yesterday when I was absolutely freaked out was when I found myself stranded in the woods of Wartwood all alone. I’m gonna be honest with you, Mar-Mar, eating bugs ain't my favorite thing ever, or fighting tax toads…and stuff but I’ve come to think I’ve somewhat grown on this place and it’s because of Sprig and the Plantars.”

Marcy joyful smirk couldn’t help but fade slightly at the sound of all the things Anne had been through. “Yeah, I…can't disagree with that.” She muttered, looking away and pulling a strand of her hair behind her ear. “The Plantars really are sweet. And the little frog dude? He seems quite protective of you, no wonder you mean a lot to him.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m sorry for all the…suspicion Sprig had on you earlier. I told him it was kinda uncalled-for, but a lot of stuff has happened and…”

“Oh please. I don’t mind at all. Believe me, I’ve seen a lot worse phases of skepticism in several rural civilizations I visited. Your friend seems a lot more open.”

Anne frowned, could she really blame Sprig though? Her other friend had almost killed him, and initially Hop Pop too. It just felt a bit uneasy having to tell Marcy that he had thought she was gonna be the same, what would she think? She didn't want Marcy to also hate her best friend like the other one did. Anne vaguely swiped through another picture on her phone, and what came up was her other friend. Anne’s didn't acknowledge herself holding her breath and frown at the sight of the blond girl on her phone screen.

“No way! Is that when you and Sasha reunited?” Marcy exclaimed with excitement, pushing her face between Anne and the phone screen, the picture of Anne and Sasha smiling and posing at the camera. “Heh, the armor suits her. Is that a Toad army uniform? She looks so different.” Anne rolled her eyes.

“She does.” Anne shoved the phone back into her pocket and stood up, looking into the distance, clutching the tip of her sleeve. “Literally. She’s changed.” Marcy, with a look of uncertainty, approached her.

“You said you had you had a fight, didn't you? But see, Anne…you know Sasha, we’ve known each other since we were kids, that’s the way she’s always been. Sure, she’s got a bit of temper, but I’m sure she’s still our friend. No matter what.”

‘She’s our friend. No matter what she does.’ The words echoed in her mind. ‘Nothing can change that.’That’s the one thing that had kept Anne bounded all these years. She was so busy making sure Sasha got away with all the trouble she was too blind to figured it out whatever she was doing with them was anything but friendship. All for they just couldn’t risk her somehow not wanting to be their friend anymore, for that would be the end of it all.

Wouldn’t it?

“She tried to kill my family, Marbles.” Anne’s tone cracked. Marcy’s eyes wide opened, stunned.

“She what? No way,”

Anne sniffed. “She tried to hurt Sprig, and Hop Pop. She’s far from justified. It’s too late, it’s time she takes responsibility of her actions. She’s way past treating us like we need her to make our decisions for us. Acting like…she can do whatever she wants because we just can't risk losing her because she convinced us that we’re NOTHING without her.” She panted, her face going red in exhaustion. Marcy stared silently at her friend with wide eyes. Anne breathed out and smiled warmly, looking into her eyes. “Well, we’re not. You and I are here, without her, doing just fine. The Plantars helped me make my way here to find you, we don’t need her to lead us. Dang, look how far you’ve come, Mar-Mar, you’re the literal hero of Newtopia and all, you bet Sasha would’ve never guessed that to come from the School’s science nerd, am I right?”

“Aw, quit it, Anna-Banana.” Marcy punched her playfully with a blush. Anne rubbed her arm and elbowed her with a smile. “How about we go for a walk? Bet that’d help. I know the perfect spot, c’mon, Anne!” Anne had barely processed anything Marcy had said yet before she was grasped by the arm and yanked along by her. After a moment of blindly letting herself be hauled along, when Marcy finally stopped Anne was marveled at the scene before her. What they stood upon was a hill, from where all of Newtopia could be seen. “Whoa.” Was all Anne could say, “That…sure is something, dude.”

“I know, RIGHT?! This is the most fun spot of the city next to the library, check this out!” Without a warning, Marcy hopped off her feet and let herself roll down the shimmering cool grass. “Anne, look I’m a Springroll!” Anne couldn’t help but chuckle at this until she noticed that Marcy was going to rolled herself right into a giant rock.

“Rock! Marcy, rock!” She shouted.

“I know! I rock at this!”

“NO! Marcy, look out!” Anne didn't acknowledge herself diving down and grabbing the girl before she’d crash herself. Anne panted heavily, holding her close. Marcy grinned.

“Heh, I get carried away sometimes. Thanks, Anna-Banana.” Anne sighed deeply and got to her feet, dusting herself.

“Sometimes. Pfft, sure. You can do me a great favor by being careful for five minutes for frog’s sake.” She retorted. Marcy blinked, wondering if she wasn’t being a help. Nah, there was no way for that to be, she knew how to cheer up her friend. Just as Anne began walking away, Marcy grabbed her hand and pulled her down. “Marbles, what are you…? AAAA-” she screamed as the two rolled further down the hill. “MARCY!”

“Isn't this cool?!” Marcy laughed as she gripped on her tight. When they stopped, Anne held her spinning head.

“Dude, what the frog?!” She complained, rubbing her head as Marcy continued to grin. “That was insane.”

“Insane and fun!”

“Pfft, yeah.” Anne couldn’t help but chuckle, slightly punching her shoulder. “Don’t do that again.” She looked up at the sky full of stars, sighing to herself. Funny how it was only her and Marcy now, without Sasha telling them what to do, just like back in…kindergarten? Well, that was quite long ago.

And surprisingly for all, she was actually feeling…good? It was true she always felt a lot liberated around her. As Anne had described to Sprig earlier, Marcy was indeed harmless. It was almost astonishing how she was totally living the moment and barely seemed concerned about everything that had been going on. How long they had been away from their parents, and haven’t seen each other in months until now, how Sasha tried to kill her family…

She couldn’t keep herself from remembering the tearful look in the girl’s eyes during their last encounter. ‘Hey, Anne?’ The last words from Sasha echoed in her mind again. ‘Maybe you’re better off without me.’ And in a blink of an eye, feeling her hold on Sasha’s hand loosening and having to see her former friend nearly fell to her doom.

Anne shook her head. No, that wasn’t her fault. There was no way it being her fault that Sasha rejected the help, rejected her, something she had always been afraid of. But somethings were inevitable, and in the end they were alright, she was okay and Sasha had…other people to stand by her, to follow her lead rather gladly.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Marcy spoke up, who was relaxing down on the grass.

“I often like coming out here to read. It actually feels pretty great out here, heh. Andrias prefer to join me sometimes, we had SO much fun together. Gosh, I LOVE this place!” She lied on her back, whirling her arms and legs, and enjoying the feel of the soft grass beneath them. She suddenly gasped and sat back up, eyes shining and a dreamy look on her face. “Y’know what I just came up with? What if…we made a hideout here? Brilliant idea. If we use the correct type of wood according to the air moisture, but wait we also need to bug-proof this place, we could try-” She stopped when we noticed Anne zoned out. “You okay there?”

“Huh? Yeah, and yeah we should totally do that.” Anne said, sitting down beside her, one arm wrapped around herself.

“Are ya’ cold?” Marcy asked with concern.

“Huh, no, it’s not that. I’m just-”

“Aw shucks! I should’ve known it! You always get a cold out in the night. Here, have this before you go all sneezy.” Marcy proceeded to take off her cape.

“No, Mar-Mar, really, I’m-” Anne was interrupted by her own sneeze. “…fine.”

“You’re not, Sneezy.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Heh. You know? It could be a sign someone is thinking about you.” Marcy smirked, tapping her chin.

“Yes, I know that, Marcy.” Anne replied, flushed and rubbing her itchy nose. “But I think I’m just cold.”

Marcy shrugged. “Eh, anyway. Here, you can have this. Don’t worry, it’s not on fire…yet.” she joked as she wrapped the cape around her shoulder. “Remember when we used to go to the café after classes, you always ordered hot chocolate while me and Sasha went for soda. Even then, you get sneezy. You always have it colder than us.” Anne blushed as she curled up.

“Thanks, Marcy.”

“About Sash, Anne, all of that sounds real rough, hard to believe actually, I never thought she’d…go that far.” She sounded much disappointed by the finish.

Anne sneezed again. “I’m not even surprised at this point. She’s always been a jerk, we were just too blind to notice.”

Marcy leaned back, fiddling the tip of her toes. “I…kinda always thought she was like the protector of the group, and that she’d always look out for us.”

“She likes to show me that I’m the weakling,” Anne’s voice cracked. “So that she’d feel better about herself. That’s why she tried to kill Sprig, he has been the first to make me realize that I was friends with a jerk. I guess that’s it, all she cares to have is control.”

Marcy’s eyes moved back and forth for a moment before she gently placed a hand on Anne’s shoulder who just sat there, hugging her knees. She felt a bit guilty about the fact that despite always being there, she had never been the one to realize what Anne had been going through, that Sasha was basically pushing her around. Maybe if she even did, there wasn’t much she could do to change it.

“Hey, you ain't a weakling to me. Pfft- Yeah sure, Sasha always liked to show off her strength, I rolled with it because it seemed like the only thing she was ever into. But hey, you know how much you look out for me.” She lifted Anne’s chin. “Even back in that cave today? You looked out for me. My point is, you’re so much more than you think, Anne. We might need her on our way back home, we aren’t gonna leave her behind. But whether or not she is there, you know you matter so much to everyone. You’ve got me, you’ve got the Plantars, and Sprig; it’s gonna be okay.”

Anne wiped her watery eyes with a smile, Marcy blinked as Anne embraced her into a hug, she smiled and hugged back. There was a moment of silence between them while they hugged until suddenly, Marcy sneezed.

“Huh, wonder who’s thinking about me?” She remarked, wiping her nose.

“Perhaps the librarian back home, for all the books you didn't return.” Anne commented sarcastically. Marcy narrowed her eyes and elbowed her. Anne shook it off with a chuckle and wrapped the other end of the cape around Marcy’s shoulder. “There. Now you won't get all sneezy either.” Marcy rolled her eyes with a smile. Anne leaned her head against hers, staring up at the stary sky, spotting a shooting star passing by.

“I don’t ever want to lose you again, Mar-Mar.”

“Me neither.”

#Amphibia #Anne boonchuy #marcy wu #fanfiction #y'know Pix Pres is broken when she actually writes fluff instead of angst 😂#but again it's still hurt/comfort sooo idk #anyway I love these two besties sm <3

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meliorist-midoriya · 4 years

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doki doki todoroki

synopsis: where todoroki’s first love blindsides him and he feels like the whole class is leaving him out of the loop.

word count: 1.8k

genre: fluff, fluff, and more fluff

warnings: just todoroki being a clueless baby

a/n: hello! aaaa this is entirely self-indulgent, but it’s my first post! i saw “doki doki todoroki” float around here somewhere and then this happened hjsdhjdhj. anyway, hope you enjoy!

He brushes it off the first time it happens, wrote it off as adrenaline from today’s sparring.

He brushes it off the second time. It was just a harmless scare after all, no shame in that.

He brushes it off the third time, the odd timing soon forgotten in favor of resuming his studies.

Todoroki doesn’t see the correlation for a while. How it was after seeing your exhilarated smile in the middle of a hard fight, after hearing you laugh once Mina startled him, after watching the triumphant smile on your face grow once he explained the problem to you.

He notices it the fourth, fifth, sixth time. Understandably, he’s confused. No amount of education or training would’ve prepared him for this. Nothing would’ve, other than hard-earned experience that he never got. Looking it up (as he found himself doing a lot these days the more he socialized) only earned him the definition of tachycardia and a grocery list of possible diagnoses ranging from anxiety to heart disease.

So much for the internet.

The ringing of the lunch bell pulled him out of his “research”, and he filed the thought away for later as he slipped his phone back into his pocket.

Later becomes three weeks.

Todoroki’s lost count at this point of how many times his heart suddenly went haywire, thudding against his ribs and sending blood rushing through his ears. How is world suddenly narrowed to just you whenever you spoke to him, and how he wanted to hear your voice again even though you had just stopped speaking. He finally drew the line once Midoriya pointed out his state of disarray at lunch.

“Todoroki-kun, are you sick? Your face is really red,” Midoriya had his chopsticks halfway to his mouth when he paused at the sight of Todoroki staring listlessly at his soba. Unbeknownst to him, Todoroki was too busy listening to you laugh at whatever Uraraka and Iida were talking about to focus on his soba. Hell, he couldn’t focus on anything lately and he had no idea why.

“Hm? Oh, yes, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” No. He doesn’t voice this, and instead lets his Quirk pull the heat away from his cheeks for him as the air chills around him. Midoriya keeps watching him like he doesn’t believe him, but returns to his own lunch anyway.

“Hey, Todoroki, pfft- you have to listen to this. Iida just-” You don’t wait for his answer. You don’t have to. Todoroki finds himself hanging on to your every word anyway, smiling to himself (oh, the tiniest smile compared to yours. He doesn’t think anything will compare) as you struggle to recount your conversation without dissolving into giggles, Iida admonishing you for your loud laughter with an embarrassed flush.

Whatever this feeling is, he doesn’t mind, but he would like to know. He doesn’t notice Uraraka and Midoriya curiously watching the exchange, food forgotten. Nor does he notice Mina giggling with Hagakure as they nudged each other over the seats, dragging any of the class they could into their little whisper circle. The bell rings, and he already wishes you could’ve continued the story.

Later, you promise. He holds you to that.

Kaminari slings an arm over his shoulders in the locker room as they change into their hero costumes for afternoon classes, with Sero on his other side, and he stumbles from both shock and the added weight on him, his boot half-dangling from his foot.

“So, Todoroki-kun~” Kaminari’s lilting tone floating in from his right immediately sends his guard up, and he stared at him warily.

“How’s spring feeling for ya?” Sero continued from his left.

“…Isn’t it autumn right now?” Why were they talking about spring in the middle of October? Todoroki was too busy staring at Sero like he’d grown a second head to notice the collective silent groan ripple through the locker room.

“Oh my god, he really is clueless,” Kaminari whispers, Sero nodding along with a dumbstruck expression. He side-eyes them as he tugs his boot on the rest of the way, unamused. Clueless about what?

“Will he be okay?” It was Sero who spoke this time, completely ignoring the fact that they were having a conversation right over his head.

“I don’t know, man, he should be, right?”

“I’m literally right here. Did something happen?”

“A-Ah, nothing, nothing, just… checking up on you, you know?” As socially inept as he was, even he could recognize from a mile away that Kaminari was a terrible liar.

“…Why?” Okay, now he was really confused. He looked around the room to see if anyone could give him any hints, to no avail. Kirishima was too busy facepalming to notice his confusion, Ojiro was suddenly very interested in tying off his gi, and both Tokoyami and Bakugou were completely ignoring their antics. In a last attempt to figure out what the hell was even going on, he turned to Midoriya… who was trying to desperately look anywhere else other than at him. Something was up, and if Kaminari was involved, he didn’t have a good feeling about it.

“Y-You know, uh…” Kaminari was floundering for an answer, and sighed in relief once Iida came in to announce that they had five minutes to be ready. The pressure disappeared off his shoulders and Todoroki finished putting on the rest of his costume, the deep sense of unease tugging at the corner of his mind. There was something he wasn’t picking up on, and it felt like everyone but him knew.

He brushed it off to focus on class. Today was sparring day, after all, and Todoroki was partnered up with you. Maybe he’d see that smile again. The thought of it made fire lick at his fingers during the spar much quicker than usual.

He wasn’t disappointed, his heartbeat pounding in his ears even as the adrenaline fizzled out.

Tomorrow morning finds him face-to-face with a grinning Mina and an overexcited Hagakure outside the classroom before class starts, along with the answers to his plight way sooner than he expected. They had called out to him and, before he knew it, he was cornered against the window with their too-wide smiles beaming up at him, hungry for the romance gossip they had been chasing after all year. Or, well, he was pretty sure Hagakure was smiling, at least. Mina, on the other hand, resembled the Cheshire Cat too closely for his liking.

“You like Y/N, don’t you, Todoroki-kun?”

“I don’t see why I shouldn’t?” To say he was confused was an understatement, but there’d been a lot of that lately so he just came to accept it. “Y/N is a good person with an impressive Quirk, so-”

“No, not like thaaat!” Mina wailed, and Todoroki blinked owlishly at the two girls as they both lamented the “densest pretty boy of UA”. Their words, not his. Did… did he say something wrong?

“Like what, then?”

“Ro-man-tic-al-ly!”

Todoroki bluescreened.

“Ro…man…?”

“Like, do you always end up looking at her whenever you’re in the same room?” Hagakure was practically vibrating from excitement, “Do you always want to listen to her or be near her? Or does your heart go ‘doki doki’ whenever you’re with her?!”

“Doki…doki?” Todoroki‘s brain, still rebooting from earlier, struggled to process the onslaught of information Hagakure was slamming him with. So far, however, all the answers he came up with were ‘Yes. Yes. A million times, yes’. “I… guess something’s been wrong with my heart lately? I looked it up and it said it was nothing to worry about, so-”

“Something’s not wrong, dummy! It’s love! And Y/N likes you back!” Mina exclaimed, and both her and Hagakure squealed as they celebrated finally having their first taste of high school romance, clasping hands and cheering.

“Doki doki Todoroki!” Hagakure cheered, Mina parroting her as they rode the high of their excitement. Meanwhile, Todoroki stared dumbly at the two girls in front of him, the dots slowly connecting in his mind. Everything was happening way too quick. And you liked him back? Wait, is that-

“Is that why Kaminari and Sero asked me how I was yesterday?”

“Ugh, that Kaminari~! He can’t even be subtle!” Todoroki could hear the pout in Hagakure’s voice, and Mina sighed and nodded in agreement. Well that answers that, at least. Now for the other million and one questions he had...

“So… what am I supposed to do now?”

“Confess!” Came Hagakure’s immediate response.

Well, that makes sense. Now that he has a grasp on what he’s feeling and he knows that you feel the same, it’s only logical that he should make them known.

“Okay, where is she?”

“In the classr-”

“Nuh-uh, hold it,” Mina stopped Todoroki from barging into the classroom, and he stared down at her, confusion mounting. Wasn’t she super excited just two seconds ago? What happened now?

“Minaaaa!” She ignored Hagakure’s impatient wail and poked him in the chest.

“You can’t just go in there and confess in the classroom in front of everybody!”

“…Why not?” He just had to tell you, so better sooner than later, right?

“Oh jeez, okay, um,” Mina pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to think of a way to explain this to easily the densest person she had the pleasure of knowing. And she knew Kaminari, for Christ’s sake, “It isn’t as romantic if you just go in there and blurt it out in front of everybody, and it puts her on the spot too, would you want that?”

No, you hated being put on the spot. He shook his head and Mina sighed in relief.

“Okay, so, what you’re gonna do is…”

“Did you need to talk to me about something, Todoroki?”

Ah, there it was again. Could you hear his heart beating out of his chest from where you stood?

Classes had ended for the day and Mina had instructed him to confess after school at a specific spot (much to Hagakure’s chagrin, but she eventually agreed that it would be more romantic this way. Not like he knew what romantic looked like.) So, here he was, veering off your usual course from the dorms to this spot Mina had pointed out to him. It was where the trees broke just enough so the sunset could peek through the leaves. As inexperienced in, well, everything as he was, Todoroki had to admit Mina knew what she was talking about.

“Todoroki?”

The words he was told to recite sailed out the window the moment the time came, the light of the sunset casting you in a warm glow and God this wasn’t fair-

“…I like you.”

Oh, shit. Did he say that? Okay, yeah, he did. Oops.

He almost regrets it, but then he sees your lips bloom with a smile and the world goes quiet.

“I like you too, Todoroki.”

You crushed him in a hug and Todoroki wrapped his arms around you, smiling as he felt your own heart racing against his. His heart beating a mile a minute didn’t sound too bad anymore.

As long as it beat for you.

#bnha #bnha imagines #mha #mha imagines #boku no hero academia imagines #boku no hero imagines #todoroki shouto #todoroki shoto #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shoto x reade #todoroki fluff #todoroki fic #todoroki oneshot #bnha oneshot #mha oneshot #doki doki todoroki #from the typewriter

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rainywritingsx · 4 years

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hcs: Shinsou, Todoroki & Midoriya with an s/o who gets drunk on apple juice

Hey, this may sound kind of stupid but when I drink apple juice it has the same effect as if I drank alcohol. So can I request hcs for Shinsou, Shouto, & Izuku with an s/o that gets “drunk” by just drinking apple juice, she gets all slow, calls a thing something else, and is overall just wasted, like I don’t remember what I do when I drink apple juice and that’s why I can’t trust it, thank if you do my weird request!

no no it doesn’t sound stupid at all, if anything it seems quite amusing to me lmao, which is why I can’t wait to write this :D hope you enjoy!

I haven’t written in a whiiiilleeee woah, this feels strange but I also missed it so much. I’m gonna try to be as I am usual with writing, I think I just need to get into it again ^^ Anyway enough of my talking about me, now onto the headcanooonssss

Tip jar ^^

Hitoshi Shinsou

okay so

it would take a while for Shinsou to see you in your ‘drunk’ state

because I don’t think he really hangs out with people a lot

and when you two do you just avoid apple juice like the plague because you know exactly what happens if you don’t

but well, one day you’re hanging out the bakusquad who you’re friends with

and of course you knew Shinsou wasn’t there so you went all out with the juice

you aren’t that embarrassed about being that way around your friends as they’re strange too and they had seen you that way before

but

they know that you kindaaaaa like the purple haired boi

and kaminari and sero think that it would be hilaaarious to have him see you like this

so they text him to come to kaminari’s dorm room, where you all are hanging out

Shinsou at first declines the offer bc he just wants to sleep and isn’t in the mood to be annoyed

but then kaminari tells him you’re there too ;)

he leaves out the drunk on juice part :)

He won’t give in immediately, just because he knows he will get teased if he does

so well, he goes to the dorm of class A (Aizawa totally didn’t see him and pretend he wasn’t looking at all) and looks for kaminari’s room

he gets there and is slightly disappointed when bakugou opens the door instead of you

he doesn’t ask where you are, but bakugou knows that shinsou wants to see you

and tbh, he wants to see his reaction to your state too

“she’s inside” is all he says

Shinsou kinda wants to r u n

But he doesn’t

As he enters he can hear yelling from the distance

and there’s just pure confusion on Shinsou’s face

until he enters the living room

he sees you dancing on the couch, yelling some incoherent sentences

mina has joined you at this point and the sight is just really funny

assuming you got drunk on alcohol (y’all are of legal age here we don’t support underage drinking!!) he just chuckles and shakes his head

and then sero decides to tell him you became… that… because of apple juice

to say that Shinsou finds it amusing is an understatement

You’re probably too drunk to even realise what is going on

People who don’t know him maybe won’t be able to tell, but the bakusquad sees he’s enjoying every second of this

“Oh my god look at that cute kitty!!!”

“....y/n that’s a plushie of a bear”

okay now over to when you two are together

Shinsou won’t be controlling about this or anything, since it’s not like you are ruining your kidneys and as long as you aren’t alone things are fine

might tease you the next day over it tho hehe

(after he has taken care of you and you’ve recovered from your ‘hangover’ of course :D)

also imagine him carrying to your dorm :,)

i mean he b u f f e d up didn't he

literally doesn't care if you’re heavy or not he WILL carry you bc you’re his baby!!

might act like he gets annoyed at your drunk state

which he will be sometimes but he wouldn’t trade it for the world

Todoroki Shouto

Todoroki’s reaction is hard to tell from his face probably

I mean he doesn’t make you think he’s annoyed or angry

but he isn’t laughing either

baby is just confused

and before you two are couple he doesn’t exactly know how to take care of you in that state

like he wants to help but,,,, how????

sometimes

he will slightly chuckle at you

and have this teeny tiny adorable smile uwu

“wait what is a canadian flag doing here.”

“..... you mean todoroki?”

okay in order for him to see you like that you will probably have to hang out with the dekusquad

they don’t really drink alcohol, so most drinks that they have are just juice

they know what happens when you drink too much

iida will most likely constantly be telling you off if you drink too much

and uraraka just tries to distract you so you won’t be drinking the whole time

….and midoriya doesn’t really know what to do

anyway, one time, midoriya, being the sweet angel he is, invites todoroki to join you guys

and well he wants to say no first

but then deku rambles and somewhere he mentions you

boy is sold immediately

and by the time he arrives, you are already wasted

and oh lord what a mess

todoroki doesn’t really know how to react

don’t get him wrong, he won’t think of you any less

he just,,, doesn’t know how to help?

“todoroOooooOOokiii, hiiii~” you giggle as you skip over to him

he can’t help but think you’re adorable uwu

baby is blushing

before he realises your attention goes back to the music that you had put on earlier

“SAVAGE LOOOVEEE, DID SOMEBODY DID SOMEBODY BREAK YOUR HEAAART.”

you even try to make him join

haha, no.

but of course he will watch

and secretly enjoy after a while

does feel this unfamiliar pang when he sees you pulling Midoriya with you to dance

dw bub he likes someone else :)

okay and

when you two are together

todoroki tries to keep you as sober as he can

he always sees the regret in your face the day after and he doesn’t like seeing his partner sad :(

todoroki is too pure for this world i’m crying

might not always be the best at comfort the day after but you can tell he does his best

if you ask him to get ice cream he will buy a supply for the next 59 years

it’s the thought that counts right

and of course it will be bought with Endeavor’s credit card :D

Midoriya Izuku

okay so

I think how midoriya handles it can go two ways, depending on whether you two are close or not

if you two are close or have been childhood friends, he will know about your… interesting habit

however, if he doesn’t know you that well he probably has no idea

tho he does analyse people at times, I don’t think the fact that you get drunk on apple juice crosses his mind

if you two are close, he will try his best to keep you ‘sober’

if you do happen to get drunk he will keep a veeeery close eye on you!!

and as soon as a) someone bothers you or b) you’re just completely wasted he will take action

and bring you to your room if it gets too late

“Izuku…. Why is there broccoli on your head?...”

“uhm… That’s my hair y/n…”

he will 100% blush at some things you say

be careful, his poor heart is v fragile

despite his flustered state he will do his best to help

will definitely take care of you the next day

and trust me, if you thank him or tell him he’s doing great this boi will be so happy and blushy uwu

Now, if he isn’t that close to you it will take a while for him to find out about your interesting habit

he might be a little too shy to help, but he might tell your friends if something is wrong

something like “Hey, is y/n alright?”

just so your friends will stay kinda alert

but well, if they’re wasted too he will most likely try to help

he will be a lot more flustered than if you two were close friends

and he won’t know what exactly to do because he doesn’t know your boundaries, at the same time he wants to respect them so,,,, yeah that will be hard for him

now,,, if you two were a couple

be prepared to get pampered

BUT first of all

he will do his best to make sure you don’t get drunk every time you’re given some apple juice

of course he won’t be controlling

he will just kinda remind you how you get when you drink too much

and if you end up getting ‘drunk’, he will keep a v e r y close eye on you

might even be a little overprotective

will definitely leave the party early with you because he knows how you will be the next day

sorry bub it’s for your own good

the next day he will bring whatever you need!!

“uhm… I know what your favourite ice cream flavor is but there were so many brands so i bought them all.”

welp he means well :D

and cuddles!!!

if you need them he will be more than happy to give them

and soft forehead kisses

aaaa i’m so soft

oh one more thing

he will definitely carry you when you’re too drunk

and

if you snuggle up to his chest and/or wrap your arms around his neck

he will be about to explode

“..why is there a pillow on your chest izu?”

poor boy doesn’t know what to do

and whether you are close or not he will check on you the next day

to sum it up he’s just a shy angel that does his best to help you, whether you barely know each other or are in a relationship

#bnha x reader #midoriya x reader #shinsou x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha headcanon #midoriya headcanons #shinsou headcanons #todoroki headcanons #midoriya izuku x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #bnha headcanons #bnha x you #bnha #mha x reader #mha

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nanasarea · 4 years

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Candy I x.dj

➳Prompt: Looking back, breaking up with Xiaojun was the best and worst decision of your life.

➳Genre: angst☆

➳Pairing: reader x badboy!xiaojun

➳Word count: 1.2k

➳ a/n: i hope ya’ll like this horrible attempt at an angst AND MY FIRST XIAOJUN FIC AAAA

➳ special thanks to: @bumblebeenct for helping me decide some key details.

collab hosted by @legendnct 💕

“can you focus on me? baby, can you focus on me?” + “We grew through our memories” + “Oh, you remind me of someone I once knew. Maybe I’m crazy but it’s hard to ignore you.” + “Don’t you ever think about me with your new man?” + “She’s just like candy, she’s so sweet.”

“I can pick you up after you finish and we can go back to my place, where we could order some take out and cuddle? I’ll even let you choose then movie.” Your boyfriend, Mark said, still not letting go of you.

“I’d like that.” You smiled before giving him a quick peck and pulling away from him, making your way to your first class of the semester. You entered the room and saw that most of the seats in the back are still available. You sat down and smiled to yourself, thinking about which movie to choose for later.

You had a hard time coming up with movies you and Mark haven’t watched together, you’ve been together for a year now, but you could have sworn that at least five years passed since he found you half asleep in grocery store’s ice cream freezer after your breakup with someone, who you thought was the love of your life.

It’s not like you didn’t see the red flags, rather, you chose to ignore them. Being late to dates, missing them sometimes too, forgetting your anniversary, the possessiveness, the constant lies, broken promises, all of it. You saw it, they weren’t hard to notice, but you didn’t want to see them, so you hid them from yourself.

You thought you were done with that asshole once you stormed out of his apartment with tear stained cheeks, a loss of breath, and a broken heart, but you thought wrong.

“Y/N, hi.” You heard his voice from three seats away from you, to which you just looked up and rolled your eyes.”Someone has their panties in a twist.” He chuckled.

“Watch it,...before I twist yours.” You commented and started writing down in your notebook once the professor came into the classroom and introduced himself.

The whole lesson, he tried to get your attention. Whispering stuff to you, tossing crumpled pieces of paper in your direction, then a paper plan, he even moved a seat closer, but you moved one away, bringing you back to how things were at the start.

“Can you focus on me? For like a second?” He asked, annoyed, which you ignored and continued looking at what the professor was writing on the board.

“Baby, can you focus on me?” He asked, a smirk on his face, causing you to momentarily freeze, hating yourself for reacting to it, but you knew you couldn’t help it.

You still liked hearing his voice say baby.

You sent him a pissed off glare quickly, not to expose yourself.

“You can stop ignoring me whenever, you know.” Xiaojun sighed, which only caused you to look away again while rolling your eyes.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t remember knowing you.” You replied.

“Oh really? Because you remind me of someone I once knew.” He scuffed “Maybe I’m crazy, but it’s hard to ignore you. You’re just so pretty.” He added, before looking back at the professor.

“Don’t you ever think about me with your new man?” He asked after a whole 5 minutes of silence. He looked down at his desk, waiting for your response, but after you being quiet for another minute or so, he looked back up at you. “Well?”

“No.” You lied “I though we grew through our memories by now.” You cleared your throat.

Of course you thought of him. You thought of his lips on yours, the taste of hard liquor, cigarettes, and slight mint from the chewing gum that he always chewed, he knew it didn’t mask the flavor of the other two, but he tried anyway, knowing that you disliked the taste of cigarettes on him, but did you care? No, all you cared about were his lips on you, wherever they were and whatever they tasted like.

You thought of his smile, the way it always appeared when he saw you, the way he would try to hide it when you teased him, so you wouldn’t know how much he liked it.

You thought of his laugh, the way his whole face lights up at your horrible jokes and how he denies that he finds them funny.

You thought of him playing guitar, especially on video call whenever you couldn’t sleep, so he would sing you to sleep while strumming his guitar, or when he tried to teach you, but never got the chance to, since it always ended in you making out, because he was just so hot when serious.

You thought about his voice and how it calmed you down, how whenever you were angry, stressed, sad, all you had to hear was Xiaojun’s voice and you’d be okay again.

You thought about how when you were bored, he would let you color in his tattoos and how he let you play with his piercings. He kept telling you to get your own, as a joke, but you considered going with him when he went to go get new ink once or twice.

You thought about how when he forgot your anniversary, you still couldn’t bring yourself to hate him. You tried so hard to hate him, to yell at him, to block him, to forget him, but all you could do was cry, because despite wanting to, you could never hate him, you could never forget him, the love you had for him was too deep.

You thought about that night a lot too, about how you planned that night for so long, but he just got drunk with his friends at a party, making him miss the dinner as a whole. You still stayed up, a half empty wine bottle in one hand, your phone in the other, hoping he just overslept a nap or that he got stuck in traffic and his battery died, but you knew, deep down, you knew, it wasn’t anything excusable, you knew he forgot, like he forgot your birthday, like he forgot your dates, he forgot your anniversary.

You thought about how he came home, his breath smelling like bourbon, his phone fully charged and his question. “What’s the special occasion, baby?” the words still replay in your head sometimes, so does the fight. You screamed, you cried, you threw stuff at him, and what did he do? He just sat there, on the couch, looking down and drowning himself with even more alcohol. The worst part? he did nothing when you ran away.

You thought about him almost every day, so much that the thought of not thinking about him seemed absurd, it seemed impossible, because despite knowing that he was bad for you, the hold he had on you was unbreakable and you don’t know if you could ever forget him.

“Not even a little?” He asked, bringing you back to reality, where you knew you couldn’t be as big of an asshole as he is, you had a boyfriend for fuck’s sake, a good boyfriend, one that treated you right.

“Not even a little.” You replied right as class got dismissed and you got up, rushing to get out of the class and out of his sight.

“Xiao, don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you still so hung up on her?” His friend, Lucas asked when he noticed Xiaojun looking at you leave.

“She’s just like candy, she’s so sweet, and I have a sweet tooth.”

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onyourzeus · 3 years

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• stress-free | kwp

ykcyj ➝ arskyh

title: stress-free pairing: kim wonpil (of day6) & you (she/her pronouns) genre: FLUFF, college!au words: 3.4k

author’s note: @pirimiritiddy requested a fic about wonpil, and here it is. it went on for longer than i previously planned, buuuuut. i hope it’s still okay aaaa

(this is the 1st time i’ve written something for wonpil so if i get his personality wrong, i do apologize. i am also a baby myday huhu)

this dot fic (bullet style) is part of the falling asleep on the bus scenario that i intend to write for each day6 member. check out the others: dowoon (currently only 2/5 completed)

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

wonpil hates his schedule for this winter term

who assigns a class that is only available at seven in the evening??

3 times a week

during THE WINTER

did he mention it’s a major lecture he’s required to take??

psychology of stress, more like

this class is giving him the kind of stress it is specifically warning its students about

anyway, what can he say. he chose this major, there’s only 1 more term after this one and then finally: graduation

it’ll be fine, he’ll live

thank the heavens they didn’t need to attend the first two meetings, but some reading material was provided

and was expected by the professor to have been read and reflected upon

the class is really living up to its name because when wonpil opened the pdf

it was 30 pages of tiny font sized sentences (for ants!) about the definition of stress and how it affects every part of the body yada yada yada

wonpil tried. he really tried

that is to say he fell asleep on his desk while going over the same 20th page of the document

if it weren’t for jae shaking him awake, he’d miss his first night class

it would’ve been nice… if only the professor didn’t take attendance (something about being generous enough to make the first 2 classes “free,” so everyone has an obligation to come in for the remainder of the semester)

great, he’s stuck freezing his ass off just walking to the bus stop alone

hopefully they turn the heater all the way up in the auditorium or else

the thousands spent in tuition would have literally been for nothing

overdramatic wonpil, can you blame him

he thinks about reading the remaining 10 pages on the bus, even if he knows nothing of value will be absorbed

he wants to tries anyway, he does feel a little bit refreshed from that impromptu nap

the bus has arrived, and it’s packed as usual; a lot of the students riding the shuttle are just yet to take off in the following stops

wonpil squeezes his way inside, 30 pages of stress psychology research gripped in both hands

“excuse me, sorry,” wonpil mumbles, eyeing for a spot to sit to make him comfortable

because once all the people standing up leave, it’s usually a race for the exit

he’ll never understand college students

finally, he sees an empty seat way in the back. there was a girl on one end and two other students who seem to be ready to get off on the right side

wonpil doesn’t mind sitting next to someone, but once those 2 are gone he’ll just scoot over to give the girl on the left some privacy

she seems very much in deep sleep anyway, wonpil wonders if her stop is coming or she’s riding to go to campus?

wonpil doesn’t have time to think about other people, it causes him unnecessary stress

once sat down, his eyes focus on the last page he left off of

the words register as gibberish in his brain, and with the bus moving so much it makes it even more difficult to follow along the paragraphs

wonpil takes in a deep breath, holds it in, and sighs very heavily

his patience is usually the best out of his friends, but this class is turning more and more into the psychology of how to get you stressed tf out instead

the bus nears its next stop, and the two people on his side stand up to leave, yes he can breathe normal air

however

hold on

his shoulder feels heavy

turning his head slightly, for some reason once the bus had stopped its engine the girl’s head had flipped over to lean against wonpil’s shoulder instead

oh no oh no oh no

his shoulders suddenly freeze, as if blasted with a ray gun filled with ice

it’s heavy and he can’t move, it’s numb and this girl’s hair is splayed all over his his sweater

and she

she smells of coffee, and wonpil inhales it in

it’s not foul or anything, but it’s definitely exuding notes of espresso bean and freshly roasted coffee

it makes wonpil feel a little more awake

but he still can’t move his shoulders, and suddenly he’s panicking because the bus started moving again and even though capacity has lessened by 80%

someone decided to sit on the other end of the row he’s at

so if he even attempts to move, he’ll still be seated next to someone

wonpil grumbles, lower lip jutting forward

something shifts

and he realizes he shook his shoulders a little bit with his frustration

“ah…” he exclaims inaudibly, panicking at the possibility that he had woken her up from her nap

wonpil tenses up, shoulders stiff and eyes peering at his side to see what she’s up to

she lifts her head just a few inches off of wonpil’s shoulder, and for a moment he’s relieved that maybe she realizes what’s going on

but wonpil only hears a soft yawn coming from her, and she returns to using his very rigid shoulder as her pillow during this bus ride

let’s just say that the next thirteen minutes was more stress-inducing than wonpil wanted it to be

right when the bus reaches the final stop (main campus), wonpil exerts any and all efforts he has to shake his shoulder, up and down, enough to elicit an awake response from this stranger

the moment he feels her let up, wonpil dashes through that bus door like there’s no tomorrow

he is greeted with the coldest wind hitting his face, and his shoulder feeling numb from all the.. pillow roleplaying it did, if you will

wonpil feels bad, borderline guilty for leaving her like that— what if she’s asleep until now?? he can almost hear soft snores from her end for a minute there, too, and it took so much of wonpil to resist chuckling at it while in panic mode simultaneously

suffice to say, he was not able to read the rest of the document

in wonpil’s defense, he had encountered it first hand — how stress overcomes one’s body and mind

he forces himself to focus on what’s ahead, as boring as it sounds

he enters the lecture hall with a few minutes so spare, deciding to sit in the back

the projector screens are big and wonpil is not about to take his chances of getting called on today

luckily enough, he finds a row with visibly no other student sitting around the area

shoulder feeling more alive, he comes back to his senses as well

he takes off his outer sweater as it had become toastier inside. he still had a couple layers beneath his clothes

as the professor starts talking, wonpil finds himself yawning a few times

he doesn’t know if the video playing on screen is boring him or the girl in the bus affected his sleepiness

suddenly he remembers the smell of coffee, and how that’d sound real good right about now

he slaps both of his cheeks lightly, trying to take him back in the zone of at least writing down important notes

he’s on the fifth bullet point of his note-taking when the door behind him opens abruptly

it wasn’t loud or disrupting to the whole class, virtually no one even batted an eye

but thats because they’re far from the door

and wonpil is literally ten feet away, so when he feels the cold suddenly hit his back he had to know the source of the sudden hit in temperature

the class hadn’t been going on for less than an hour, and there have been students coming in on the other end of the auditorium

so wonpil isn’t that surprised that another student has just arrived

he caught a glimpse of her hair, but that’s about it as wonpil goes back to his tedious notes

until the very same person scoots herself in wonpil’s row

he huffs under his breath, the illusion of some privacy now shattered

with a polite (semi-forced) smile, wonpil turns to the side to greet his classmate

again, wonpil becomes frozen in spot

kind of like when you feel a magnetic pull somewhere, you follow it

and then suddenly you see it from afar, not believing your eyes if it’s actually real; if it’s actually there

in wonpil’s case, he’s one seat away from her

recognizing the flow of her hair, but more importantly

that distinct scent of coffee beans from her clothes

this time, wonpil has a clear look on her face and he’s… speechless

his polite smile has turned into a look of awe, eyes glued towards her

she senses his gaze, turns to him and quickly bows down as a polite greeting

“sorry, but has the class been going on for a while?”

she speaks

“oh, um, what— what?”

“oh,” she looks confused, but rephrases her question, “what time did the class start? i had a hard time finding this lecture hall.”

she’s talking to him, not just leaning her head on his shoulder

“seven”

was all wonpil could say

“it started at 7? cool, i’m not that late then!” she cheers, grinning shyly. wonpil watches the way she puts a strand of hair tucked beneath her ear. she’s pulling out her laptop from her bag when she notices a pair of wide eyes still on her person

“is… is this seat taken?” she asks, and wonpil hasn’t even taken in the fact that this is the same person from the bus

“yes”

tongue-tied wonpil strikes again, blinking back his own obliviousness to her question

“i mean— no, now it is, by you. you’re sitting there, um, i— feel free to sit wherever you want”

he’s scrambling for his words, flustered cheeks heating up amidst the warmth of the room

she just nods her head in understanding, and wonpil finally realizes he’s been staring at her direction for longer than he should have

“STRESS”

the professor verbalized into her mic which causes wonpil to look to the front all of a sudden

right, right. he’s at a lecture. what’s gotten him so fidgety and embarrassed and now all that he’s pretending to type on his google doc is

sdfjfjdfhshllsghgjghsh

just so he looks busy next to the girl who fell asleep on him on the bus

was there any point in preoccupying his mind with thoughts of her, and her head resting on him? no it’s stupid, wonpil knows this.

people do it all the time, by accident, due to exhaustion, they don’t mean a thing by it

but wonpil is curious, and this is going to kill him. for sure

so he peeks at her again, and like a normal, decent student that she is (compared to wonpil at this point let’s be real) her hands are busy hand writing whatever the professor was saying

meanwhile, wonpil continues to sdfjskgnglddfjs his way to a passing B in this class

even in this large, spacious lecture hall he can still take in her scent

maybe it’s a new perfume that’s up and coming, that’s why it smells so strongly on her

oh! he can ask that? hey, do you mind sharing what line of perfume you’re using? it smells really good

it sounds like a common question, right? i mean if you wear strong fragrances you’re bound to be asked a question about it

he’s about to ask, he really was so ready to ask, what was he gonna lose? his dignity?

over a simple, inquisitive question?

“and now before we go on a twenty minute break, it’s time to introduce yourself to the person sitting close to you”

...

why do college professors have to do this?

wonpil bites his lip, at this point in time he’s a senior who’s fed up with ice breakers like this. if it were any other person sitting next to him, in front of him, behind him— he would just go with his usual introduction

“hi i’m kim wonpil, studying psychology and i graduate in the spring. i’m taking this class for a major requirement”

then go about his merry way.

but with her? she and him have history

sort of, and it’s the kind of history that is recent and wonpil is unsure if she is even aware of the weird string of fate-like connection they have

or, wonpil, hear your consciousness out

it’s not a big deal, and in the scenario she doesn’t remember she fell asleep on the bus on another person

then you can just say hi like usual, and cut the string of fate there and then

(but does wonpil really want that?)

“hi”

oh crap she’s started it

wonpil braces himself for whatever outcome this interaction comes out to. he’ll let her speak, and tailor his response from there

“i’m sorry, this might be really weird but that’s your sweater, right?”

so she didn’t give her name, her major, anything substantial about herself but instead shoots wonpil a question

pointing at the sweater that’s draped on the seat in front of wonpil

wonpil doesn’t even check to look. he gulps, nods his head and squeaks, “yeah… why?”

something in her eyes flash by, almost like a glint of recognition

she puts a hand on her mouth, and wonpil can make out the faintest shade of pink blushing its way to her ears

it’s kinda cute

“did someone happen to… fall asleep on you on the bus coming to campus today?”

“... yes?”

“that was me” she buries her face even further into her hands, almost lowering down to the chair

wonpil thought she was gonna fall for some reason so he had to remedy the situation somewhat

“i.. i, um, did you have a good nap?”

great comeback

wonpil was so ready to leave the auditorium and never come back after the break

but he hears her giggle, and slowly come out of her shyness

and it’s a sweet sight, to finally see the way her cheeks look full of embarrassed laughter

as she twirls around a length of hair nervously

and taps the pen on the surface of her desk repeatedly

it was endearing, and wonpil forgets about why he was panicking in the first place

she then explains that she had work the whole day, and only had an hour to rest up before going to this 7pm class

wonpil listens intently, watching her mannerisms and the lilt in her voice when she continues to apologize for falling asleep on him without realizing it

“i’m not usually a deep sleeper, but work was exceptionally tiring today and i just needed at least a bit of shut eye” wonpil nods understandingly, almost worried about her health

“where do you work if you don’t mind me asking?”

“at the coffee shop a few blocks away from campus,” she answers, head tilting to the side “i’m still wearing my uniform for it… is it too obvious?”

wonpil didn’t even realize her black long sleeves was a cafe uniform

but it did explain her strong coffee smell

“something like that,” wonpil decided to say, curling his lips upward, feeling content and relieved at the turnout of events

for the 20 minute break, wonpil thought they’d reconcile over what transpired between them and mind their own business soon enough— even if he thinks it’s hard to do that now knowing something about her

which intrigues wonpil

and, quite frankly, he’d like to talk to her more

just so he has an excuse to watch her emotions paint her face beautifully

but there was a pause right after their short conversation

and in real Awkward Wonpil Fashion, he shows her the 30 page reading material, in all of its flimsy glory and starts asking questions about it

“so uh did you read the whole thing? i thought it was interesting up until the part that i dozed off”

and wonpil got his wish; he sees her eyes shine in surprise at his sudden attempt of an intellectual discussion

but she doesn’t deter him away

and actually, she’s read the whole damn thing. and wonpil was beyond amazed at the level of detail she explains to him about the parts he didn’t understand

he actually starts typing real notes while she was talking

this made her laugh in between her explanations, and wonpil didn’t understand what was so funny about

the fight or flight response

“it’s just. the way you’re typing this down so seriously, i’m sure the prof can explain it better”

wonpil shakes his head no, shakes it so much it hurt his temples

she laughs again, and he likes hearing that sound

“do you want to see what i’ve typed the past hour and a half of this class?’

“bet :p”

“actually nevermind” flashbacks of dsfkjsdjffdslkg ring true in wonpil’s mind as he quickly backspaces the nonsense in his notes

and the conversation continues from more psychology talks, to figuring out they’re in the same major but she’s a recent transfer student from last year

and had been juggling work and school since the start of her senior year

wonpil wonders why he hasn’t seen her in the coffee shop yet

he would have done a double take the first time meeting her there for sure

“oh you’re too kind,” she suddenly replies???

wonpil had said his thoughts out loud

without further embarrassing him, she says that she had only started working there since it’s more convenient for her; wonpil feels grateful she doesn’t dwell on the compliment any longer

alas, the break finishes and the droll of the professor’s voice reverberates throughout the room

this time, though, wonpil definitely feels more alert (awake enthusiastic) as the two of them exchange little comments about the class material

and before you know it, class is over and wonpil is an excited bunny. since they’re by the door they got to leave before everyone else

wonpil thinks it’s time to part ways… but this time they’re not fully strangers at all. they’re taking the same class, same major, they even know each other’s name.

surely this isn’t the last time, right?

“hey, wonpil…” he didn’t even realize that they have started walking towards the bus stop together

“hm?”

“i think i owe you one,” she starts, stopping her tracks to face him. eyebrows up in hesitation, wonpil waits for her to finish

“you know, for taking over your personal space for my own comfort”

“oh that? haha that’s nothing :)” honestly if wonpil can do it again he’d volunteer in a heartbeat

“no, really. let me make it up to you. coffee? on me? i make a mean cappuccino” she winks

it strikes through wonpil’s heart

no need for resuscitation.. yet

“or a matcha latte? whatever you’d like it’ll be on me”

“anything!” wonpil exclaims, suddenly realizing the offer being given to him, the excitement bubbling up inside him again. “i mean, anything you’d like to have me try. surprise me,” he corrects himself

that manages to have her grin widely, eyes twinkling in excitement similar to wonpil’s and he thinks

they can get along

they can get to know each other better this way

“would you be up to go for one now?”

“oh— oh! now?”

“yeah, that way none of us takes the risk of falling asleep back on the bus hehe”

well, he really wouldn’t mind that happening a second time

“really now, wonpil?”

andddd he exposed himself again

it’s fine, she tugs his hand slightly to lead him to the bus that has arrived and wonpil follows in a daze

it’s a little full, so they have no other choice but to stand and hold onto the railings above

“guess no falling asleep here…” she teases, and now wonpil can’t use his hands to hide his blushing face

but the feeling of her just close by

and the scent of coffee lingering in the air

in between them

just inches away from each other

it’ll do for now

#day6 imagines #day6 scenarios #day6 au #kim wonpil scenarios #kim wonpil imagines #kim wonpil x reader #day6 fic #dot series #by:jiae

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emeralddaydream · 3 years

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Hi, love!💖💖💖

(I just accidentally unfollowed you when I went to send an ask asdfghj I'm so sorry omg I'm following you again now!!!)

Aaaa ~ okay so idk if you're still doing this but may I please have a ship with Liz Taylor (Hotel)? I'm 23, mid-back length dark hair, hazel eyes (idk if appearance is relevant but just in case) and omg Liz is a goddess 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I found her at a very dark point in my life and there are parts of me which are as they are because of her; I admire her deeply and she inspires me so much. I'm a uni student who works a bit too hard, drinks 18 coffees a day (no that's not a typo, that's my daily average), does her best to be gentle and kind and to live in a way Liz would approve of. I'm scared of the dark to the point where I have 480 LED lights above my bed (fairy lights) and if I don't have a constant source of light near by, I cannot and will not move - I'll be frozen and too scared to move etc. until light is back. I stay up way too late and I'm always doing something. Revenge procrastination bedtime is most definitely a problem ksksksk I hope this is enough? 💖 Bottom line is I just adore Liz; I would die for my wife.😭

I hope you're safe and well, and congrats on the milestone!!💘💘

aww, thank you so much, this is so sweet!! liz is an angel, i can absolutely do that😊

you’d meet liz while staying at the hotel, in town for some school event. you’d visit the blue parrot lounge for a drink (i’m sure she’d make some coffee for you, if you asked), and she’d be immediately taken with you. i think she’d first be attracted to your eyes, your personality following soon after as the two of you talk into the night, sitting there well after the bar is closed. the two of you spend as much time together as possible on your visit; you feel so fortunate to have met such a vibrant, beautiful person. so on your final night at the cortez, before you’re supposed to go back to school, you and liz spend it together. the two of you lie in bed for hours, talking about your dreams and making plans for you to visit again as soon as possible. she’d be sure to leave lots of lights on for you while you sleep. she stays awake, though, holding you close to her, thanking the stars that she was lucky enough to come across someone as wonderful as you.💜

#ships

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astrarche-x · 3 years

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The Poppy War: thoughts

Context: I saw this book heavily recommended on tumblr and even though I didn't research it (to avoid spoilers), it looked like something for me. I also realized recently that I haven't read a modern high fantasy in a while, so when my friend told me "hey, I've read this book and need someone to rant about it with", I was like "sure can I borrow it?". It is worth noting that my friend's tone was rather disapproving and we mostly share our taste in books, but still, I approached The Poppy War with a very favourable mindset.

Which didn't last very long.

Fortunately, after some time the book got better, so: disapproval first, praise later.

- the first part, aka Rin's time in academia, was so predictable and cliche I went through it purely out of malice (to be able to roast it). It was fitting every cliche you can find in a books set at school and bore me to death.

- Jiang: aaaa. This is coming from my personal experiences, but I've had a hard time with my "cool but weird" teacher lately and I just can't get past this trope without being angry at writers who do not acknowledge how toxic it usually is. (tho in Jiang's case it was more or less ok) Also the reveal of his backstory was very predictable.

- Rin: i couldn't bear how "edgy" she was. I started to like her when the actual war begun and she turned from "i'm not like others lol" to "i'm so scared, i want to be safe. also what is sleep". (also because she has been a chaotic mess the whole time and the war actually made it more believable). I had issues with her character though - for example she comes to the academia when she's like 15/16 and even though a lot happens to her over the course of the action, i had a feeling she hasn't actually matured. Did she develop? In terms of abilities, knowledge, rage etc - yes. But I didn't think she was more mature at the end and it really bothered me (as i was still picturing as a 15-year-old and had to constantly remind myself that she's an adult now).

- self-harm: uuh handled in a weird way? It's obvious that Rin's self-harming to cope with stress in academia is not healthy and the context shows that the heroine is under immense pressure which has a bad effect on her, but the narrative seems to present self-harm as a necessity to manage life and never really condemns it - not only explicitly, but any negative consequences of it are also absent.

- this book (and Grishaverse) would be more enjoyable if I hadn't taken that basic Russian course. I cringed every time I read Kitay's name (and it appears quite often...). Literally why name your character China? It's such a bad idea...

- I don't know if the original edition has trigger warnings, but oh boy, i kinda wish Polish one had them too. Not that they would actually stop me from reading this, but I started this book with intent to get some nice escapism with a tad of intellectual challenge and I wasn't quite prepared for what I got. I saw a post that talked about how in fantasy or sci-fi wars are a thing that just happens and serve more as a plot device, but are not treated as like an actual tragedy and how this isn't the case for The Poppy War. I think this is a very good point and I very much agree with this but I wish this book was marketed in a more accurate way (with mention of the genocides) than "cool protagonist goes from poor orphan to badass" (almost literal description from the back cover).

- on genocides: the Golyn Niis part was so hard to read. It totally gave me flashbacks to the time when we talked about Shoah in Polish lessons in high school and I had to read like 4 short stories by Tadeusz Borowski about Auschwitz, one novella by Zofia Nałkowska about investigating Nazi crimes and one book about the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising by Hanna Krall & Marek Edelman* (and it was all in the span of like 1-1,5 month) - all of which were written by survivors of said events, so it was an extremely difficult and emotionally exhausting read. Parts of The Poppy War had the same effect on me, so it shows the author really did her research and is to be appreciated, although while I would like to know what happens plot-wise in the next parts of the trilogy, I think it would be too emotionally draining for me to read.

- Having said all this, I found the Speer genocide theme really interesting. The legends and propaganda surrounding it, its impact on both country politics and Altan's (and Rin's) personal stories... Also I really liked how Rin's perception and understanding of it changed. Plus it served really well as a backstory - its effect on the whole plot was huge and manifesting in unexpected places but without the feeling of being hammered into reader's head.

- Altan: that guy. He was an interesting character, but a very unlikeable one. He was such an asshole... (And yeah obvs still trauma and all that but he really was one). Also I found it confusing that at the end of the book Rin was like "omg his power is so strong because he's fueled by revenge!"... duuh? It was obvious since her convo with Jiang about lore students?

- But generally Rin's relation to Altan was for me one of the strong points of this book. I'd say that Rin's emotions regarding him were very realistically written - admiration, longing for approval, the feeling of similarity, anger, frustration about his expectations, the need to rise to the challenge he posed, to be his equal... And then the shock as he fell from the pedestal she constructed; the understanding, the pity and the sadness. I loved how complicated that was and that we as readers got to see that Rin's Altan and the actual Altan were two different persons, even though the narrative is close to Rin's POV.

- Chaghan: he was my fave character. This is, again, personal, but works of fiction work 200% better for me if the characters are well-written - which The Poppy War rather lacked: few characters were interesting and even less were likeable. Chaghan was both - maybe he didn't have a big arc and was rather a secondary character, but he was intriguing, had that close bond with Altan (I ship them) and also was the most competent person in the cike (Quara was the second one). He was very straightforward and had that no-bullshit attitude, but unlike Rin, Altan etc., what he said and his actions actually made sense. So every time he had to went away from the main character I was devastated...

- What I really enjoyed about this book was the parts about shamanism. I'm not an expert about what goes on in modern fantasy, but I have a feeling that a character of a shaman often appears in a very exoticised way (wonder why is that /s), whereas in this book it was treated seriously and was a basis for a great magic system. 9/10 very original take, highly recommend.

* books mentioned: "Medaliony" by Zofia Nałkowska, "Zdążyć przed panem Bogiem" (eng: Shielding the flame) by Hanna Krall & Marek Edelman, Pożegnanie z Marią by Tadeusz Borowski

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