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justakixa · 3 months

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Dearie || lookism

The story is about Y/N, a mysterious girl in the Lookism world where she doesn't belong. With her average height and charming or adorable face, she seems fragile-looking, but once you know her dark side, you will see a manipulative and dangerous lady, yet her appearance makes everyone want to protect her in their cruel world. Will she team up with Daniel to take down the four major crews and Charles Choi? Or does she team up with the enemy side along with other geniuses? Will she finally go back to her real world? Let's find out in the next Dragon Ball Z! Enjoy!

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CHAPTER 1 ˚୨୧⋆.

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪ ⊹Part 1

The girl on the bed let out a groan as she lazily reached for her phone to silence the sudden ringing of the alarm. She sits up on her bed and glances to the side, spotting a tall mirror reflecting her messy bedhead.

"ugh, what a mess..." She muttered to herself as she let out a long sigh, ever since she got into the lookism world around 1 week ago and now she was stuck there for now.

When she found herself in that unfamiliar place, she awoke in a room filled with furniture, clothes that suited her, a key house, and even her birth certificate. Questioning her sanity, she pinched herself to no avail before exploring the house, which was charming in every way. In the living room, she discovered an ID from J-high with her face on it. It appeared that she had been randomly taken, placed in a house, and enrolled in a school that was completely foreign to her. However, it was becoming clear that she was not in her world, especially after she researched J-high and her old address, finding no trace of them on any maps. Till she realised She was in her friend's favourite webtoon "Lookism".

She finally gets up and starts heading to the bathroom to take a shower, after that, she wears the uniform and combs her hair as she lets it free then ties it to buns. She then heads her way downstairs, grabs her backpack, phone, key house, and lastly she goes near the door and wears her shoes before going out of the house and locking the house.

While later she finally arrived at a gate at J-high School, she guessed this would be the start of a new life. Once she steps inside, all the eyes are on her making her feel nervous and awkwardly walks away from the stares as she finally arrives in front of the principal office. She knocks twice on the door as someone shouts to come in.

A few minutes later, she got out and started heading to the fashion department room in the other hall. When she arrives at her class, she braces herself and takes a deep breath before she enters the classroom and suddenly stares at her again.

"oh! I forgot to announce that we will have new students today. So, Kindly introduce yourself dear." The teacher looks at me and gives me a gentle smile.

"Hello, I'm Y/N and im 18 years old. My hobby is drawing and please don't ask me to draw you for free. That's all." She stutters a bit but she did great anyway. After that, the teacher signed her to sit next to the blond boy covering his both eyes. Can he even see anything underneath those hairs?

She smiles at him before turning away and grabbing a book to write down notes, while the blonde guy keeps staring at her and seems to fantasise about her in his mind as he smiles back a little bit making his ears turn red. As she keeps writing something in her book, the blond keeps watching her till the three classes are finally over and break time starts any second.

Upon her arrival in the cafeteria, everyone looked at the new student aka her but she didn't notice the new guy behind her making everyone gasp for a second and think they may be a couple? or Model? or Idols? She turned around to meet somebody's chest as she looked up and saw a handsome man who also looking at her.

"Hi! You're Y/N, right? Im Daniel Park, am also new here and same department as yours." He smiles widely at her while. Right beside him, it was the blonde boy again, he kept looking at her as if he wanted to devour her or something.

"He mentioned that his name is Jay Hong." He gestured towards him.

"Is he mute?" She thought.

Daniel and Jay keep smiling down at her. She tilted her head looking at them before turning around and walking away to get snacks in the vending machine. Before she put the coin in, someone raced into it she looked to her side and saw Daniel with Jay leaning on the vending machine other side.

She feels nervous because of those two who keep getting closer to her. She hurries to click the options button and takes a leave with the strawberry pocky in her hand.

While strolling down the hallway and munching on her pocky, she ponders why Daniel and Jay are behaving so differently in this world compared to the webtoon. Did something trigger this world? Will others also act out of character? Lost in thought, she accidentally bumps into someone, causing her pocky to snap in half. As she looks up, she is met by a man with tattoos and a jumpsuit tied around his waist. His chest feels as solid as bricks - why does it seem like she ran into a wall?

As she observes the man in front of her, she can't help but think that he might be a bully due to his appearance, especially the tattoos on his hands. She regrets not reading about Lookism with her friend, but she was too busy with school. Now, as the man walks towards her and stops right in front of her, she begins to tremble on the floor with fear.

What will happen to her next? Will he hit her since she bumped into him? Is he a bad guy? She prays silently till the man starts to reach his hand to her.

In just a blink of her eyes, she's in the clinic room. Just a second ago, she was in the hallway sitting on the ground with a man standing in front of her, and suddenly he carried her in the bridal way and ran. Then a nurse came up to me and checked if my knee got bruised or something while the guy was looking down on the floor, looking all guilty like a sad giant dog... A big-ear guy suddenly came to his side and comforted him and said she was fine; in reality, she was fine since the fall didn't cause her to hurt her knee or get sprained. The only one that got her hurt was her pocky, which broke in half and was left in the hallway.

A while later, a nurse told those two that she was alright and as they kept talking, she decided to check the phone that she was bringing since it wasn't hers in the first place. She opened the phone and saw the lock screen looked normal as she swiped it up and had a password in it.

"Eh, it has a password? how am I gonna open this?" she whispered to herself before she quickly hid it in her jacket uniform pocket as the two guys finally approached her. The guy with big ears tries to push the big tattoo guy toward me and keeps telling him to apologize to her for bumping over me.

"Hey, he would like to apologize to you for bumping you and carrying you without your consent." The big ears guy smiles at me as he points to the tattoo guy.

"My name is Jace Park and his name is Euntae Lee but call him Vasco instead. We're members of Burn Knuckles while he is a Leader."

"Well, that's ok but may I ask a question?" she tilts her head as she looks at Jace.

"What is it?" He looks down at her and starts to examine her body head to toe as he snaps out his thoughts.

"Are you guys a bad guy? you two look like you can kill a fly..." She asks both of them.

Jace let out a chuckling sound as he pointed to Vasco again "Believe it or not he may look like a bad guy but he's a big softie."

" And I wouldn't dare to hurt someone as precious as you little lady," Vasco said with a tint of blush on his chick.

"Little?!" She thought. She feels offended since her height isn't that small compared to theirs. Is she? Last time in her world she was 5'6 but this time she shrunk.

"Also, are you new here somehow? Your face is unfamiliar around this school." Jace turned to ask her as she nodded and decided to stand up and dust her skirt.

Later they start to head out of the clinic room and part their ways in each department. She pulled out the phone again and decided to guess the password of the lock screen. She put her birthday code, 1234, password, and everything she thought of but sadly for her everything was incorrect. As she arrives at her classroom she feels the intense atmosphere, she looks up from her phone and sees in the middle is Daniel and the random guy. Slowly walked around and sat on her chair while others were getting crowded around Daniel and that guy and cheering loudly.

She overheard the guy's name was Zack and a Boxer. She couldn't bear to look at the fight so she returned to the phone and guessed another password while everyone kept making a crowd with outsiders too. Then suddenly she heard someone get punched, she took a sneak glance and saw Zack guy was on the floor clutching to his stomach. She felt bad for him but she didn't know what had happened before she arrived so she went back to the phone and she noticed the girl with brown had left the room.

Everyone lowers their eyes and avoids Zack who is still clutching his stomach as he tries to get up from the floor, she lets out a soft sigh and puts the phone in her pocket once again. She walks to Zack and then crouches down to him as she pokes his shoulder.

"Do you need help?" She asked him as she held him up on her shoulder before Zack answered her. But when she asks him if he needs help, he looks up at her and everything goes in slow motion around him till flowers bloom behind her. A goddess. While he was daydreaming, she dragged him out of the room but before that, Daniel came up to her and helped her hold Zack to the clinic, little did she know Daniel was glaring at Zack when he noticed Zack was staring at her and getting held by her.

When they arrived, they laid him down on the bed and she told Daniel to stay there with him as she went to catch up with the nurse. When she said that Zack snapped out of his daydreaming and shook his head as he muttered that he had Mira for him, then she walked out of the clinic leaving the two alone inside and walking through the hallway. She was not going to call the nurse since she saw the letter on the desk that the nurse would come back any minute. She walked around the hall and checked her surroundings. Everyone seemed busy minding their business so she went to the library, pulled out the phone once again and tried one more password.

Finally, she successfully guessed the password of the lock screen. It was the exact day when she arrived. Lowkey is suspicious and feels it was set up just for her. Her expression drops when she notices the wallpaper on the phone. Unfamiliar man and a woman that looks like her...

Is that even her? She can't even remember anything about that guy, mostly she just woke up last week ago in a random house and felt like an amnesia person. Yet she still believed that this world wasn't hers since she remembered everything in her 'world' so that's why that man and that woman are not related to her. Hopefully not. If it was, then her 'world' was just a dream and everything she knew was fake blurry people.

She shook her mind off of all the questions. Then she decided to look further, she checked the gallery and it was empty. There were no pictures or videos in there so she went to check the files but it was also empty. When she clicks the music app, she notices there's an unnamed folder only and it is full of voice records. She was about to play one but the bell interrupted her, she headed back to her classroom grabbed her backpack and quickly walked out of the school. She was so curious about what was in the voice records that she hurriedly walked, she even felt the soft gaze at her but she just ignored it and continued walking.

Tbc!

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blacklesbothatlovestowrite · 4 months

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On My Mama Pt. 4

Tags: @mixedfandxms @shurislover @sweetalittleselfish-honey @desswright29 @cutttteeee @onyxstones-world @katymae12344 @doramilaj233 @sweetalittleselfish-honey @6-noir @khara876 @she-is-my-unrequited-love34 @teadah18 @un-deniable-me3

So I took a bit of a hiatus but I’m back. I started a new story on Wattpad under my username NeomaMona (QueenNeoma) called You & Me. It’s a Jamaican fic with a straight main couple and Lesbian/gay side characters. Remember I write for everyone so no one is left out. Original characters w/ pics. This update is a bit of a roller coaster but I hope you guys enjoy. 🤎

A few weeks went by with you ignoring Shuri and Riri. You didn’t acknowledge their presence, you were either locked in your room when they were home or you were out.

While you felt slightly guilty for ignoring Riri as she didn’t do anything besides befriend an immoral person. You couldn’t bring yourself to talk to her. You hated to admit after the talk where you’d both shared such private and painful memories; you liked her.

You didn’t like anyone. Well, except Shuri before you’d found out what she’d done. However that didn’t count. As you never met her when you were crushing on her. You were just another girl behind a screen, admiring her while she knew nothing of your existence.

Riri’s words constantly played in your head. You scrutinized Bria’s every move and action, but so far she hadn’t done anything. She seemed genuine.

She kept you in a constant state of bliss. She loved making you cum in your room, whilst the duo were home. And while you knew she did it with the motivation of getting under their skin. You were sure at this point you liked fucking her but that was it. Your crush had worn off after the first two weeks.

In the past few weeks, Riri made it harder for you to ignore her. She brought you breakfast and iced coffee, she did your laundry and folded it, she waited up for you each night with dinner despite not receiving any thanks.

Each interaction made the guilt grow stronger. It was obvious she was trying. You’d never had anyone pay you any mind continuously, that felt genuine. She did things without being asked to. If you felt frustrated about something, she was quickly finding a way to help you. It was unspoken. She seemed to pay close attention to you. She noticed the small things.

One of the things that warmed you up to her slightly was when you’d fallen asleep in your room with the door open as you worked on your assignment. She placed your bonnet on your head and removed your makeup. You’d woken slightly when she placed your comforter over you, and whispered goodnight.

You couldn’t ignore how much she seemed to care about you.

“Hey.” You looked up from your textbook to see Riri in your doorway. Her hair was freshly braided back in cane rows styled into two space buns. She seemed nervous as she fidgeted with her hands.

“Hi.” You replied, biting your bottom lip. You felt just as nervous as she looked.

“I want to show you something. If you have the time?” She seemed unsure and you could hardly blame her. You’d said nothing to her in weeks despite all she’d done for you.

“Sure.” You nodded, closing your textbook and placing it on your nightstand before standing. You followed her out to the living room, your brows furrowing as she stopped in front of a canvas.

“I’m not sure how you’re going to take this but I remember when I lost my dad how much keeping his memory alive helped me.” Riri cleared her throat as she looked at you. Her eyes sparkled as you raised a brow, confused.

She turned the canvas around and you gasped. She’d painted a picture of your father and you. You were 3 in the portrait, sitting on your father’s shoulder as you cheered. A look of love on both of your faces. You swallowed as you recalled exactly where the picture she’d used had been taken.

Your mother was walking for the House of Woo. She was the first dark skin woman of color to ever grace the big stage. She single-handedly paved the way for dark skin women in the industry before the Woo show, however Woo was a coveted event for any black woman as they kept to lighter complexions only.

You remember being so in awe of her, seeing her walk. The only model who looked like you, not because of features but skin tone. All the other models were European, Latin/Hispanic, Biracial or Lightskin. You remember your father whistling and cheering loud as she sauntered on.

“Thank you.” The words were hard to release. You felt tears prick your eyes as you stared at the portrait. You wondered why she chose that picture of the many of your family online. If she’d known the backstory of the picture. Regardless you were grateful for it nonetheless. It captured your father in one of his happiest moments.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry, Y/n.” Riri frowned but you shook your head.

“You didn’t.”

“How about some food? You’ve been studying all day.” Riri suggested.

You nodded.

Riri took you to her favorite diner. There were a few students you knew from your college in the packed diner. As you were seated, Riri broke the silence. Her fingers playing with her gold necklace.

“I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” Riri muttered, her voice low.

“I’m okay. I love it, really.” You said slowly. Hoping you conveyed just how much you enjoyed her gift.

“Why’d you do it ?” You asked.

“Everyone should have something of importance in their home.” She shrugged. “You had no pictures in your room. Yet your IG is full of pictures of you and your dad.”

“I locked away my photo albums.” You admitted. You’d even locked your album in your photo’s with picture of your dad.

“I hope you don’t think I overstepped.” She swallowed, you watched as she swiped her tongue against her bottom lip. You noticed she did that a lot when she was nervous or she was concentrating.

“I appreciate it. I’ve been trying to pretend like if I don’t see things that remind me of him that I’ll stop being sad. But It hurts more.” Your eyes were watery.

“We aren’t the same. I know that but if you ever want to talk, I’m here. Even if it’s just to listen. Keeping things bottled inside won’t help you. I know that from experience.” She emphasized. She placed her hand over mine on the table.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you.” You changed the subject.

“You’re good.” Riri waved you off. “Shuri was out of line. And I pushed you too much.”

“You didn’t.” Your assured her.

“Thank you for everything you did. I should have said that before now. You didn’t have to do-“

“I wanted to.” She smiled.

“What are you getting?” A girl with a puff and laid edges said as she walked over. She was full of attitude. You looked her up and down, before rolling your eyes.

“What do you want, mama?” Riri asked.

“Whatever you get is fine.” You shrugged. You knew you and Riri liked the same food, after all the takeout she’d gotten you and the meals she’d made for you.

“We’ll have two medium well provolone mushroom burgers, with the thin fries and strawberry milk shakes.” Riri ordered. The girl hissed her teeth before writing it down.

“April, drop the attitude. I’ve never led you on, we were never together so I don’t appreciate your energy.” Riri lowered her voice so only you, her and the waitress heard.

“Good luck with that.” April directed towards me, tilting her head towards Riri.

“Friend of yours?” You smirked.

“No. We messed around but I told her what I tell everyone. I wasn’t looking for anything serious. I’m single. I have no need to lie, cheat or play with people’s emotions. I’m straightforward.” Riri clarified.

“Wasn’t?” You raised a brow.

“No one has captured my attention like you.” Riri admitted, her eyes locked with yours.

“Bold.” You giggled.

“I never lie. I have no reason to. No girl has ever made me like them enough to want to do anything for them beyond sex.” She shrugged and you bit your lip to keep from smiling. As hard as you tried not to like her, she was getting under your skin. While Bria had you hooked sexually, Riri was able to get under your skin with just her actions, her words.

You knew she was being honest because you’d heard stories of how she was never interested in going on dates with other girls. How she ‘loved them and leaved them’ she was solely focused on school and making her money.

“Why’d you get strawberry milkshakes.” Deciding to change the subject again.

“You hate chocolate and you think vanilla is too plain for a milkshake unless there are things added but you love strawberry milkshakes like you love strawberry cake.” Riri noted. “I know you only drunk the shakes I bought you because you were being nice. I saw the cringe on your face when you drank them so I deduced you had to like strawberry since you’d said you loved milkshakes on your snap one day.”

“Uhhhh.” You were shocked she paid such close attention to that.

“How cozy…” You look up to see Bria walking towards you. You could see her friend from the day in the courtyard sitting at a nearby table with her phone in her hand and figured she’d alerted her to where you were and with whom.

“Bria.” You warned. The more you got to know her, the more you realized while she despised both Shuri and Riri; she absolutely hated Riri. You were all for her being rude to Shuri but Riri didn’t deserve it.

“I missed you, babe.” She smiled, leaning down and kissing me. She thrusted her tongue into my mouth and sucked on it, as she moaned out. The kiss wasn’t like her usual ones. You could tell she was angry underneath the sweet demeanor. You pulled away, staring at her in confusion.

“What are you doing her?” You asked.

“I could ask you the same question, babe.” She narrowed her eyes at you.

“Riri and I are hanging out.” You informed her, watching as her eye slightly twitched.

“That’s interesting. I thought you hated her.” She swung her eyes towards Riri, before looking back at you.

“I never said I hated Riri.” I stared at her in shock that she’d so blatantly lie.

“Y/n, you said you hated her. That your skin crawled every time you were around her.” Bria gloated and you scowled. You couldn’t believe she was lying. Sure you’d said that about Shuri but never about Riri. Sure you found her annoying in the beginning but you were starting to like her. “You literally said she needed to go back to Chicago where her pops and Natalie were buried because you couldn’t stand the sight of her.”

“Bria!” You couldn’t believe she’d say something so heinous.

“That’s how it is?” Riri scoffed, her eyes showing how hurt she was. You felt sick at the way her voice cracked and her eyes got glossy.

“Riri I did—“

“Stop lying Y/n. Be honest, tell her how you planned on telling the whole school how she’d gotten her father and friend killed by going to that park.” Bria grinned.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You shouted, as the whole diner got quiet.

“You told her what I told you…” Riri rasped, as tears fell down her cheeks. You looked at her with empathy. She wasn’t one to cry.

“I promise you I didn’t…” You swear.

“How would she know? I’ve never told anyone besides you and Shuri. And Shuri would never tell anyone that. I know that for a fact!” Riri hissed.

“I may be a bitch. But I’m not heartless I didn’t tell her that. I swear.” You pleaded.

“I thought you weren’t. I told myself you were hurt and angry and lashing out, that you were a good person but who was I kidding. You talk about Shuri being a horrible person but she did what she did with a willing participant that did not let her know she was married or in a relationship. You two are NOT the same.” Riri declared before getting out of the booth and storming off.

You sat in silence as you stared. Watching her leave, feeling like you wanted to throw up. Having people dislike you was one thing but Riri was different. She was sweet, caring, generous.

“Oops.” Bria smirked.

“I never told you about her father or Natalie… And I never said those disgusting things.” You hissed. “Why would you lie?”

She moved close until her lips were by your ear and you tensed. You felt disgusted by her. Having her near you was too much.

“You think you’re all that because you had Riri’s attention? Riri was mine first. You’re nothing compared to me.” She hissed, before standing and flipping her hair in your face.

What the fuck?

You hadn’t seen Riri since the night before. She was nowhere to be found. You’d spent the whole day texting, calling and looking for her. She’d missed all her classes. You were frustrated. Shuri was no help as she came in drunk again and passed out on the couch.

You made your way over to Bria’s apartment, and banged on her door. You wanted to know what the fuck she was on. From her words it was clear she wanted Shuri and Riri which made no sense since she’d left them.

And if she was so jealous of you why did she fuck you? She clearly was obsessed with you to be eating your pussy as much as she did.

You had your phone recording from your pocket because you planned to clear your name to Riri. You couldn’t stomach her hating you.

“What?” She snapped as she flung the door open.

“What the fuck was that?” You matched her tone.

“Y/n, aren’t you a genius ?” She mocked.

“Why did you lie to Riri?” You demand.

“The questions should be why did she believe me? Why was she so quick to believe me over you?” She smirked.

“You had details not many people know I don’t blame her for not believing me. But I never told you any of that.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “Where did you hear about her Dad and Natalie?”

“Who cares?”

“I do, now tell me you classless hating ass bitch.” You barked, your tone conveying just how much you wanted to play ‘Whack A Bitch’.

“I saw you two when you were talking. I heard her tell you about them.” She rolled her eyes.

“Why do you hate her so much?” You wondered.

“I wanted Riri.” She snapped. “I’ve always wanted Riri. It’s the only reason I became friends with Shuri and fed her the idea of us being a throuple because they were close. Riri never seemed into it and at a certain point she decided to drop me like I was nothing when I told her I loved her and wanted to be with just her.”

“Are you serious right now? I can’t believe this shit!” You wanted to beat her ass so bad.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like me eating your pussy and fucking you while Riri listened.” Bria gloated. “You and I both know you wanted to get a reaction out of her.”

“Riri was right. You are a manipulative bitch.” You scoffed, walking away. She wasn’t worth your energy. You ended the recording and headed towards the only place you hadn’t looked. The lab.

After demanding to be let in, you were disappointed when you saw that Riri wasn’t there. You had no idea where else to look. You sighed before sending the recording to Riri’s number, her snap and her dms hoping she didn’t block you.

As you opened your apartment door you heard moans. You furrowed your brows as you locked the door behind you and headed towards your room, figuring Shuri had a girl over. Neither She or Riri had ever had anyone over so it was off putting but not surprising.

You tossed your keys and bag on the kitchen counter before seeing two people in the couch going at it. You couldn’t believe your eyes at first. But the longer you stared the more real it became.

You froze as you saw Riri fucking Nina on the couch. Your eyes were wide as you took in the scene in front of you. Nina was face down in the couch while Riri drove her strap into her. She was moaning and wailing as Riri pounded into her.

You couldn’t move as you watched in horror. You thought Nina was your friend. How could she fuck with someone she thought you ‘disliked’ and Riri? Of all the people she had to choose your ‘friend’.

“Fuck, you have the best pussy.” Riri groaned as she yanked Nina’s hair. “Look how you’re creaming for me mama.”

You cringed as she called her the nickname she only called you. You felt hurt. Bria turning out to be a fucked up person was one thing, but Riri? How could she go so low without even talking to you and letting you explain yourself or even defend yourself?

“Ay, mami! I love how you’re fucking me!” Nina cried out as Riri thrusted harder. You felt disgusted, angering building in you.

“Cum for me, mama.” Riri demanded, smacking Nina on the ass. And as if on command, Nina came. Her annoying ass voice screeching.

You crossed your arms.

“Are you done?” You asked.

“I mean not really but we probably should take this to my bedroom.” Riri smirked, as she moved away from Nina and stood. You narrowed your eyes as Nina got up and stared at you.

“I hope you don’t mind Riri invited me over? I couldn’t say no…” Nina smiled, and I bit back the urge to yell. I was about to turn to go into the room when Riri grabbed something from off the couch. Your heart dropped when you realized it was the canvas of your father and you.

“You’re disgusting!” You cried, as she walked it over to you with a smirk.

“It was fuck me, Natalie and my dad right?” Riri scoffed. “Well fuck you and your daddy.”

You watched as she took a lighter from off the nightstand and lit the canvas stained with their juices on fire. Your body shook as you watched her burn the canvas.

“Riri! That’s so mean.” Nina laughed.

“Never speak to me again. I will never forgive you for this. You were right. Shuri wasn’t to blame for anything. She was an uninformed willing participant. But you…” You sobbed. “You’re so much worse. Go to fucking hell Williams!”

You grabbed a vase with flowers and dumped the water into the burning canvas before grabbing your keys and bag and heading back out the door.

#shuri black panther #shuri udaku #princess shuri #shuri smut #shuri x fem!reader #riri x you #shuri x black!reader #riri wiliams x reader #riri williams #riri x reader

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shuniverse · 10 months

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dark nights ,, g.tnka

🧷 I decided to write gundham because I adore that man and I want to marry him fr 😔❤️

🎐 f!reader (because I’m self-indulgent 🥲) ;; cute fluff ;; a storm ;; gundham + a tight muscle shirt 🤭 ;; gundham calls you paramour and dove and darling because those nicknames suit him and they’re so fucking cute 😭 ;;

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gundham had invited you over, missing your company, because ‘even the supreme overlord of ice gets lonesome in his abode.’

you happily obliged however, also missing the warmth you felt in your boyfriend’s apartment, as well as his adorable little hamsters, the devas.

and so, you’re driving to his home, playing some low, soft songs on the way there, your bag packed in the passenger seat with hoodies and other assorted clothes, and your hair done in a messy bun in the back of your head with light bangs framing your face, and subtle dark eyeliner around your eyes.

finally arriving at his door, your things in hand, you knock on his door.

you giggle at the rustling behind it, and you smile softly when the door finally opens, revealing your boyfriend with his hair down and messy, face mostly clean aside from the gentle eyeshadow still around his eyes, in a snug black tee that accentuates the subtle muscle of his arms and the thicker muscle of his chest, and loose grey sweatpants hanging low around his hips. he looks absolutely delectable.

“darling? you’re gawking, is something the matter?”

his comfortingly deep voice pulls you out of your trance, and you giggle and nod. “sorry, baby, you’re just super pretty.”

his cheeks flush at the compliment, ever the shy guy despite his normal persona. “ah, thank you, my paramour.”

you nod, stepping forward to press a kiss to his lips, more prominent now that the pale foundation isn’t covering them, and he reciprocates happily with a ringed hand to your cheek.

he pulls away though with a beautiful close lipped smile. “let us get inside, my love, we mustn’t let it get cold. besides, I’ve been dying to feel your most comforting presence in my dark abode.”

once again, you nod, and step inside and walk to his room, where you set your things. you know he doesn’t mind, he’s let you know, and you’re comfortable considering you’ve been together for two years. you’re surprised you’re not living together at this point.

you leave his room, having stolen one of his hoodies, which makes him chuckle when he notices. “cold, my dove?”

you giggle. “yeah, it was kinda chilly outside, especially with the rain coming in.”

he nods with a knowing grin on his defined features. “of course, I understand, love. come, I’ve prepared some movies for us to enjoy. ah, but first, please make yourself comfortable, I’ll go grab our treats for the night.”

“ok, baby.” you smile and kiss his cheek while he presses one to your head, lifting your hand and kissing the back of it, before walking to the kitchen to retrieve your snacks.

god I got lucky with this man, you think, he’s perfect.

as soon as you utter those words, you notice four familiar little blobs in your peripheral vision, and you turn your head to see the devas crawling over to you to cuddle against you, maga-z gently nibbling on your forearm, making you giggle. “hi, babies. miss me?”

you smile fondly at them. cuties, they are.

gundham walks back into the room, seeing the cute little scene, and he smiles. “how adorable. a goddess with fearsome creatures, shall I call you circe?”

you giggle at his reference, knowing Circe is one of your favorite Greek goddesses. “I wish, baby, but she’s too cool for me.”

“oh nonsense, dove. you’re goddess enough for me, and I think that suffices enough, yes?”

you smile and kiss his arm as he sits down next to you. “I suppose, love. now, what movie do you have picked out?”

he gives a small smile as he pecks your temple before handing you a bowl of fresh fruits as well as the chips he knows you love. “I’ve picked out a few, darling, just let me know what you’d like to watch, okay?”

you nod, getting comfy and munching on your fruits.

he scrolls through movies he rented for you, passing through Atlantis, The Phantom of the Opera, The Conjuring, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Incantation - and as soon as he stops on that, your face lights up; it’s your favorite horror movie.

“Ooh, ooh, that one!”

he chuckles. “okay, my paramour, we shall watch this one.”

you smile giddily at him and kiss his cheek. “thank you baby.”

he gives you a warm smile, one you’ve grown to love and appreciate, seeing as it usually only comes out with you. “anything for you, my dove. let’s watch now, I know you’re practically vibrating in your seat.”

you giggle at his comment, snuggling up close and grabbing a chunk of watermelon and handing it to gundham, who opens his mouth for it. you pop the fruit into his mouth, and he chews with a little smile, waiting til he’s done to kiss your head and speak again. “thank you, my paramour.”

nodding, you chomp on a piece of your own. “of course, pretty boy. let’s watch the movie now!”

he gives a small laugh, turning on the movie for you both to watch.

all goes well, until about 10 minutes later, thunder booms outside, and a flash of lightning is the last shine of light you see before all goes dark.

you scream, clinging onto gundham. you wouldn’t necessarily say you have a fear of storms, but this one got to you.

you feel arms wrap around your form in a comforting manner, and a kiss is pressed to your head as a hand brushes down your hair. “shh, my love, all is well, it’s just a power outage, you are okay.”

you bury your head into gundham’s thick chest, whimpering a bit. “are.. are the devas okay?”

he smiles against your head, feeling the aforementioned hamsters crawl and snuggle against his neck, and close to your head. “yes, darling, they’re just fine. are you?”

you pause for a moment, before looking up at him, faintly seeing his defined facial features from what little light is coming through the window, and nodding. “yea, I.. I’m fine, baby.”

he nods in response, kissing your forehead. “good, that’s good. I suppose no movie then?”

you pout, before sitting up and grabbing your snacks. “let’s just head to your room, baby. it’s comfy in there, and we can light candles!”

he chuckles at your enthusiasm, standing up and holding out a hand for you to hold. “let us go then, dove.”

you both head down to his bedroom, the familiar smell of incense and cedarwood filling your senses, making you smile, and you plop down on his bed, the black silk sheets comforting you with the plush pillows.

he gently grabs your snacks and places them on the bedside table, and he picks up a candle from a drawer, lighting it, and setting it down. the smell is a mix of lavender, and musky oak-like wood. he then turns to light and burn some incense as well, the woodsy smell complementing the candle.

he smiles at you now, and you lay back on the sheets comfortably, opening your arms to the beautifully misunderstood man in front of you, who happily takes your invitation and gets on the bed to lay comfortably on top of you, the top of his dark head close to your chin.

you press a kiss to his head, feeling drowsy and comforted by the way he runs his hands up and down your sides, and he presses a kiss to your collarbone.

“a nap would be good now, darling, storms are good for sleep. let us rest, and feel rejuvenated when we wake.”

you smile, nodding, softly scratching the base of his neck with your nails. “sleep.. sounds good, my love.”

he sighs deeply, his deep and rumbly voice making you warm inside. “sleep well, my paramour.” and with a kiss to your jaw, he’s snuggled his head against you, on his way to dreamland.

and it’s now that you realize, however.

this.

this is home, you think.

and you think you could stay til those candles burn out, til all of them do.

or forever.

yeah, that. that’s a good idea.

;;

hope you enjoyed this!! I love writing for gundham :((( he makes me so so happy and I want a boyfriend like him 😭😭

feel free to like and reblog, it’s greatly appreciated!!

#gundham tanaka #gundham tanaka x reader #gundham x reader #gundham <3 #my favorite overlord #gundham tanaka fluff #gundham x reader fluff

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Why do you think the fandom has become so divided? I mean I’m it it for elriel but if elucian happened I wouldn’t be devastated or anything and I’d still read the book. I don’t get how all this name calling, lack of reading comprehension my ship is better because of x y z even came about? Was it around before the 3rd ship entered the race or do you think it has more to do with the amount of time people have had to get so fully invested in a ship theyve lost all sense of civility. The thing with reading comprehension when it comes to yet to be written narratives is that it’s somewhat retrospective. Meaning if it turns out you were right u comprehended the txt correctly but if your wrong you didn’t. But this isn’t black and white because an author can drop storyline’s, change original storyline’s, retcon already canon events, have continuity errors etc and you interpreted it right but the author decided to take the storyline away from the original plan. But at present as far as I can tell the only things we know for certain because it was stated in actual canon is A) that elain and Lucian have a mate bond (wether this turns out to be a true mate bond or the work of a corrupt cauldron or something is yet to be determined) B) that elain is uncomfortable around lucian and isn’t open to the bond at present (altho obviously this could change if sjm wants to write that story) C) elains and azriels characters have a lot of interactions and there on page storyline’s are entwined with each other (he’s protective of her, her seeks her out, he didn’t hesitate to rescue her, truth teller all the stuff that came up in the bonus chapter etc etc etc) and this means something and D) Elain and Azriel are indeed attracted to each, but it was not stated in canon that he only thinks of her sexually, contrary to what some people say, there wasn’t enough on page information to make concrete claims like that (wether any of this will go on to mean something more is also yet to be determined) That’s why theories and txt analysis is suppose to be fun but it also needs to lean into canon, which is completely different than a headcanon which brings me to Gwynriel. There is absolutely and I can’t state this enough no canon evidence of gwynriel (wether they go on to be a canon couple once again is yet to be determined) but at the moment all “evidence” of this ship is based of of individual interpretation that has no actual canon backing. Thinking 2 people would be better together doesn’t make something canon, so this ship to me is a crack ship. I will say I think part of the reason the gwynriel ship is so present in social media is because the elucians decided to support that ship because it suited their narrative not because they actually think or care if they become a couple or not so it’s like 2 ships against one. If you took all the eluciens out of the equation I think the gwynriel ship fandom would be a lot smaller.

I think ACOSF happened.

It was a divisive book, needlessly so. It pitted the IC against Nesta and then Nesta with her 'found family' formed almost this separate narrative and a separate unit of girlbosses. And instead of unity, you have division in the fandom. Half of the fandom are older, Feysand-centric readers and then the rest are newer, Nesta-centric readers, who can pin all their hopes and dreams on Gwyn, who is single, straight, pretty and spunky. She is not some vision-seeing weirdo who likes flowers and cream buns. No! Gwyn is your generic, uncomplicated, easily digestible Miss Awesome. Nesta is mated and odd and too tormented, while Emerie would've been okayish, but now she seems to be no longer straight and she's got those ungainly clipped wings. (Let's not kid ourselves, there is plenty of misogyny and racism in this fandom). SO that leaves Gwyn and the last available batboy, who also had a monster cock apparently, the ubiquitous shadows and who is handsome and mysterious.

The relationship between the sisters isnt really resolved at the end of the book. It's fashionable to hate Elain even harder, because she was 'mean to Nesta' and because she is 'mean to Lucien'. So obviously such a revolting character cannot be paired with the handsome Azriel. But who can? Gwyn! Uncomplicated Gwyn, whom you are not allowed to critique in any fashion because .... SA!

And from there on, I think it just grew and grew.

Yes, there is no basis for the Gwynriel ship. But you dont need a basis, you just need access to others via social media, do a lot of posturing as an 'expert', highlight some random passages from the books, creating vague connections. and BOOM! you got a ship. And yes, the viciousness came with Gwynriels, who began acting like they were experts themselves and who descended on anyone who argued like a swarm of bees. They hounded numerous artists off platforms, others refused to even entertain the idea of painting Elriel art, they attacked people on every platform, they doxxed, they berated and insulted. 2021 was a crazy year.

Now they are all gone because they don't give a shit anymore. Other things came about that are more interesting.

The newer Gwynriels arent as psychotic or nasty. They'll argue, which is their right, but like they won't set your grandma on fire over Gwynriel. First Gen Gwynriels were something else. But so many people left the fandom in 21-22 because of the negativity, older fans, who were not into all of this.

There were a ton of Elriels, I remember, in 21-22 on here. Now, there is like me. And a few others, newer ones. From the OG group, there might be 10 left? Sad really, but it is what it is.

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avatarrecom · 5 months

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The Hell you are, You Old Bitch

Chapter 3

I'd love to hear your thoughts! What do you guys think is gonna happen next chapter?

A/N: So I don't really have a set day when I'm gonna update, I post when a chapter is finished and I write basically every day, so it won't be long between chapters. I do want to plan chapters before writing, I've got the first half of chapter 6 planned out.

Kidnapped without a home masterlist

Leona wakes up again with a pounding head and aching leg. She groans and grabs her head. When she finally manages to focus her eyes, she sees that she is in a standard boring room. She lies on a double bed with two bedside tables on either side. To her left is a wardrobe. To her right are some windows.

Leona studies her surroundings. She only sees trees, they are in the middle of a forest then. She carefully walks to the only door in the room. She rattles the doorknob. Locked and Spider is nowhere to be found. Leona starts to panic and bangs on the door, shouting to be let out of the room. Then the door opens and one of the women, the one with the ponytail, stands in the doorway, agitated.

"Where is my brother," Leona demands. “Shut your fucking mouth,” the woman snaps, “and stop throwing that tantrum, you're not going to get out of here anytime soon.” Then she closes the door with a bang.

Leona has no idea how much time has passed. She checked the room ten times for a weak point, but no luck. Suddenly she hears the distinct click of the lock and the door swings open. This time it's the other woman, the one with the gold piercings. Without saying a word, she gestures for Leona to follow her. Leona suspiciously follows her down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs is a living and dining room and a kitchen. Leona sees Spider sitting awkwardly on the couch between two men. She wants to run to her brother, but is stopped by a hand on her chest. Leona looks at the woman and raises an eyebrow. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Spider being forced to stay on the couch. "It would be rude of me not to introduce you to everyone," the woman says with a grin.

"My name is Z-dog and that's Walker," Z-dog says, pointing her thumb at the woman from earlier, who only lifts a finger in greeting.

"That's Brown," the man with bi-colored hair gives a stiff nod. Z-dog points to the kitchen, "the guy with red hair and a man bun is Prager, the guy with the sunglasses is Mansk," Prager waves before he continues cutting vegetables and Mansk gives her a quick look, but doesn't acknowledge her presence. "Your brother is currently sitting between Lopez," the man with his hair slicked back, "and Fike," the man with his hair shaved on both sides and long on top."

“You already know Warren, Zhang and Ja by name,” Z-dog continues. "And then of course your daddy and your uncle Lyle!" Lyle interrupts, before sweeping her up in a hug. Leona growls in irritation and demands that he put her down, while she glares at her so-called father. “And just for your information,” says Lyle, “our squad’s called the Recombinant squad, Recoms for short!” “Lyle!” hisses Z-dog. “What?” asks Lyle innocently, “My niece needs to know how awesome we are,”

Meanwhile, Fike and Lopez finally let Spider go and he runs into Leona's arms. "Thank God you're okay!" he exclaims and Leona hugs him back tightly. Before she can ask how he is doing, she is interrupted by a deep voice.

“Dinner is ready,” Mansk says, and Ja and Brown get up to set the table and the others take their seats at the table, leaving two places on Quaritch's right side, with himself at the head of the table.

"Come children, Mansk and Prager have been working hard on a festive meal to welcome you two," Quaritch says. Leona scoffs, “as if we have any choice but to be here.” Quaritch's face turns into something dark and Spider pulls Leona with him to the table.

Spider sits in the chair on Quaritch's right, opposite Lyle, and Leona reluctantly sits next to him, with Walker on her left. Prager serves everyone their food and sits back down. Everyone looks at Quaritch, as if asking for permission. Quaritch nods and starts eating and the rest follow suit. Leona and Spider look at each other confused, but also start eating to satisfy the rumbling hunger in their stomachs. Neither of them have eaten anything since Friday afternoon and it's already Saturday evening.

"I've asked a hundred times," Leona begins, ignoring Spider's warning look, "but what the fuck do you want from us," Leona demands. Quaritch ignores her and continues eating. "I asked you something, daddy," Leona sneers. The others, Recoms as Lyle called them, fall silent. "It doesn't fucking matter, you're my fucking children and I'll do whatever I fucking want with you," Quaritch sneers, not looking up from his plate.

“Fuck no,” Leona spits out. That causes Quaritch to stop cutting up his meat. He slowly raises his head, rage in his eyes as he looks intensely at Leona. "What was that?" he asks icily. Leona opens her mouth, but is interrupted by a nervous Lyle, "your food is getting cold, Esperanza, you'd better eat it quickly."

“I said,” Leona sneers, “that you're not our fucking father.” The look in Quaritch's eyes darkens again, darker than before, and his knuckles turn white from how hard he's gripping his cutlery. Lyle places his hand on Quaritch's arm and speaks to him in a low and fast tone.

The Recoms look amused at what is happening, but say nothing. Eventually Quaritch relaxes again and continues eating. Leona wants to say something again, but Lyle's sharp, warning and slightly scared look keeps her silent this time.

The rest of the dinner is spent in awkward silence, everyone too tense to attempt conversation. When everyone finishes eating, Quaritch orders Lopez and Zhang to clean up. Then he leans back in his chair and looks intently at his two children.

"Time for a family movie night," he announces. Leona tilts her head and just as she's about to ask which fucking family he means, she's roughly nudged in the back by Lyle, who gives her the same look again. Leona sighs and decides to play along so that they eventually drop their guard and she can escape with Spider.

Leona forces a small smile on her face and asks, "what movie?" Lyle says Spider can choose and leads the two siblings to the television. "If you know what's good for you, you behave," he whispers to Leona as she passes him.

Spider selects the new Top Gun movie and sits tensely in the corner of the couch. Leona quickly slides into the seat next to him, before Quaritch can sit between them.

The man in question sits down next to Leona and puts his arm on the backrest behind her, Lyle on his other side. Both Socorro siblings tense up. And both act as if nothing has happened.

During the film, Leona steals quick glances and sees a sickly satisfied look in Quaritch's eyes. In the meantime, the Recoms are busy with their own things, some are quietly playing a card game, others are reading or working on a laptop or tablet and Zhang is watching the film from the dining table.

As the end credits roll across the screen, Quaritch speaks up, "alright, it's time for you two to go to bed," Leona looks at him like he's gone crazy, which he probably is. “We're not kids anymore,” she says.

Leona has now noticed some of Quaritch's traits that mean he gets angry, such as that dark look in his eyes. Like the look he has in his eyes now. Leona pulls her brother up and towards the stairs. Spider says an awkward "goodnight" to the Recoms and heads up the stairs. To her horror, Quaritch follows Leona and Spider up the stairs, "there are sleeping clothes for you in the closets in your rooms."

Leona walks into her room with one last look at Spider and changes into the sleeping clothes she finds in the closet. In the hallway she finds a door that leads to a bathroom and after she finishes there, she waits awkwardly in the hallway, with Quaritch, until Spider is done.

"Can I sleep in Spider's room?" Leona asks. Quaritch shakes his head, "Fuck no, neither of you will try to escape if the other isn't there."

A light goes on in Leona's head and she decides to play the 'I'm traumatized by the shooting card'. “The McCoskers forced us to sleep in the same small room,” she lies. "And I often have nightmares about the shooting and how mommy died," she continues, trying to look as scared as possible, "when I wake up I panic if Spider isn't there, then I start thinking that he's dead too."

Leona looks at Quaritch under her eyelashes and sees the soft look in his eyes. He walks into Spider's room and checks to see if the windows are firmly locked. Leona hears soft footsteps and sees Spider standing awkwardly in the doorway.

"I can sleep in your room," Leona says, "you know, because of my trauma from the shooting," she begs her brother with her eyes to play along. Spider subtly nods and sighs loudly in relief, "that's good, I really hate it when you have those nightmares."

Quaritch walks to the door and gently pushes Spider into the room. “Good night,” he says. Before he closes the door he asks, "oh, and Esperanza?" Leona hardly looks up when she hears her official name, too used to her nickname. "Your brother's name is Miles, not Spider," he says sharply before closing the door and the distinct click of the lock echoes through the room.

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lost-girl-2021 · 11 months

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Would you write reactions, thoughts about Spider from other recom members? Their reactions when they saw him for the first time in that restaurant or something like that.

Here's some quick-ish thoughts on how I think they'd react, partially based on my own experiences as an aunt/significantly older cousin. I don't really know much about the other recoms, but here're some general deja blue thingsss.

I think that beforehand, they'd all be super nervous and excited. I mean, my niece lives on the other side of the country and every time I get to see her, I go crazy because I get so hyped, especially cause it's not super often given school/work/travel costs/etc. So, I think that if I was meeting my nibling for the first time in over a decade, I'd go a little crazy waiting.

I can definitely see them all at target, trying to figure out what an appropriate gift would be when meeting their now-teenage nephew for the (at least for Spider) first time. Is he too old for action figures? Definitely too young for beer, but they can't really think of anything else. Eventually, Z-Dog ends up buying a cheesy Hallmark card and they just stuff it with cash.

I think that they'd have expectations for the kid, but they'd think of him as Quaritch Junior, sarcastic and serious and all that. Then, he ends up being this shy, awkward little guy who spends the first hour practically hiding in his father's shadow.

Definitely an adjustment period. None of them have been around teenagers in a long time, if at all, so they have to figure out what's okay/not appropriate. Some swearing is fine, but they definitely try to tone it down around him. At least until Spider gets ketchup on his shirt and calls it a 'fucking asshole' under his breath.

I don't think anyone was expecting him to have so much hair. None of them had seen Quaritch with anything long enough to curl and Paz had always kept hers braided back or in an army-approved slicked bun. The woman had joked about shaving her head multiple times on hot days. Nobody thought the kid would grow his hair out into a shag, let alone the absolute mane he has.

The name. I think they'd probably all have a little trouble calling him Spider in their heads before meeting him. Like, seriously, this little edgelord is calling himself Spider. (The name probably makes them picture Jimmy from Raising Hope when he was a teenager).

At the same time, I know that I have a hard time picturing my own little cousins/niece/friend's little siblings as anything but the little kid they were when I knew them best. One of my little cousins is literally in high school and I still picture an eight-year-old anytime I think of her. I feel like Deja Blue (and prob Quaritch) just think of the chubby-face little baby from so long ago when they think of him. And then, when they actually meet him, they're kind of shocked.

I also think this would make calling him Spider a little easier, because they have trouble connecting little baby Miles with this skateboarding teenager.

These are all the thoughts I have atm, but if anyone else has any thoughts, I'd love to hear them!

#atwow spider #days into decades #spider avatar #miles spider socorro #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar fanfiction #spider #atwow #atwow fanfiction

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clawbehavior · 2 months

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Hi ♥

I hope you are doing well ♡

For the ask game: 23,49 and 50

hi friend! i hope this weekend is good to you, that you rest and nourish well and get bright sunlight! i had a blast with these questions and 49 in particular, so thank you so much for playing anon ❤️❤️

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

an au based in 'his dark materials' where gaon and yohan's souls are personified as animals and how the four of them interact. can you imagine gaon touching yohan's soul with his bare hands and how that makes the older man feel???

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

here's an excerpt from 'enantiomers', my twins isaac and gaon fic:

‘elijah,’ yohan says, nudging her so she looks at him. he swallows hard around the sudden lump in his throat. she’s a sure weight in his arms and the most precious thing he's ever held. ‘do you know how happy you make me? gaon says i'm overflowing with love, but you made me this way.’

she coos when he rubs her back, soothing himself with the motion.

‘samcheon has to go away for a while, elijah. i don't know for how long --’ he halts because his throat hurts something awful. she pulls her fist out of her gummy mouth and stares. ‘i won't be here to help, so you have to be good for eomma and appa, okay?’ her dark eyes roam over his face worriedly.

he rubs their cheeks together, breathing in her soft baby smell. he loves her so, so much. with everything he has. 'don't forget me, okay,' he pleads in a whisper.

‘yohan.’

he whirls around so fast that his backpack knocks the baby monitor off the nightstand and to the carpeted floor. heejin, hair in a messy bun and in sleep attire, doesn't startle.

‘nuna, i -- i'm not stealing her,’ he says defensively, feeling like an interloper. what if she finds him strange? what if she doesn't want him around elijah anymore?

heejin snorts. ‘is it kidnapping if it's voluntary?’ she asks, shutting the door behind her and coming over. she surprises him by wrapping her arms around them.

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

whenever i fall into a rut in writing, i think to myself, 'i will try x y z strategy. if those don't work, i'll go on Tumblr to do an ask me game (like this one) because getting curious readers in my inbox resets my brain like nothing else.' and it works. so thank you, my anons and my moots for helping a writer along their way.

#anon asks #a03 asks

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bun-z-bakery · 11 days

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I made this order on the previous blog, but I'll put it here.

This might be cruel (For Angel only), but can we please have a story where Angel and Dogday are relaxing, or sleeping together, and then Dogday just starts howling out of nowhere?

Hi hi! Yes I remember! I apologize that I didn't respond but I'm glad you asked again!

Midnight Lullabies

"Alright big guy, scoot over!"

you warn before flopping onto the small part of the bed that the massive dog isn't covering.

"Angel be careful! I don't want you getting hurt!"

He grabs you before you bounce off of the bed, holding you close as he often does "for protection" he claims.

You laugh at his actions and cover yourselves in the comically large blanket you had custom-made just to cover him.

"Night sunshine"

You whisper as you cuddle close to him once again, not like there is much room but neither of you is complaining. On cooler nights he's a nice heater however during the hotter nights you often fight for your life from the cuddly beast that takes refuge in your shared room.

"Night my Angel"

He whispers before he drifts off to sleep as well.

Your pleasant dreams didn't last long though, they were interrupted by a distant growling. Now you're half awake but you're still too tired to process what's happening. Until the sound of howling made you jump and unfortunately fall off the bed.

It was DogDay, howling to his heart's content.

You quickly grab your phone to look at the time

"DOGDAY IT'S 4 AM!!"

you yell but his howls were louder than you and unfortunately, he woke your housemates as well.

"DOGDAY!!"

You call out to him again but he is really into it. You threw your pillow at him which snapped him out of his howling daze

"MY EARS! PLEASE!"

he stops and looks around for you, only to find you seated on the floor

"Angel! I'm so sorry!"

He rushes to your side and checks for any injuries. You reassure him that you're ok but your ears are another story.

"I heard something outside and wanted to ward it off... I thought it was... him..."

You sigh, you can't be mad at him, even if you were it didn't last long.

"We're ok now, no one going to hurt us"

You gently pet his ears then climb back into bed. He follows along and pulls you onto his chest.

"DogDay"

"Shhh let's go back to sleep."

He's already starting to drift off

"DogDay"

You poke his cheek trying to get him to open his eyes

"Angel I'm sorry I'll make it up to you, please just–"

"DOGDAY!"

He finally opens his eyes to look at you but now he's very worried.

"Yes, my Angel?"

You can tell he was already starting to panic

"I can't breathe!"

"Oh!"

He releases his death grip on you and re-positions his hands in a way where you're both comfortable. You both drift off once again. During breakfast, your housemates made it very clear they didn't appreciate the early-morning tunes.

#bun z writes #bun z receipt #sunnyangel #anon ask #dogday #dogday x y/n #dogday x reader #poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #cute asks

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dressing-pafe · 2 years

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I’m just checking to make sure your still writing so i could possibly request something for Najimi from Komi Can’t Communicate!

And are you taking requests at all?

rookie’s thoughts <3

( ^ω^ ) well yes I am taking requests it says that on my pinned? And it’s kinda difficult for you to give me such a vague request, without even like,, yknow, an alternate universe for it to be set in 😓 anyways I used this as an excuse for idol!Najimi thanks

warningz b4 u start <33

（＾∇＾） food mention, sickness

character(z) <333

（╹◡╹）Najimi Osana

anything to add?? <3333

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ idol au, gn!manager!reader, “pride” colour palette recommended

“Najimi! If you eat any more bread before practice, you’re going to get cramps!” You looked at Najimi, wide-eyed at the pile of pastries on the table. “Plus, practice is in five minutes, my love, you’re going to get sick already with the amount of food you’ve eaten already!”

“Wh— huh?! Practice? Wasn’t that on Thursday?” Their eyes shot wide to match yours as the steamed bun they were eating fell to their lap. “Ow, hot, hot!”

You picked up the warm bun, putting it back on the tray it came from, turning on your phone to show your scatterbrained partner. “It is Thursday! Just ‘cause you’ve been going solo doesn’t mean you can flake out of practice! If anything, it means you need more!”

“Aw, but…” they looked sadly at their pile of bread. “Can you wait thirty minutes so I can digest? You don’t want your poor adorable little girlfriend to get a stomachache, do you?”

“Najimi… have you forgotten again? I’m not in charge of practice today. Making those eyes at me won’t get you out of practice this time.” You pinched their cheek, pressing your lips to their warm forehead gently.

Groaning, they deflated into their seat, flattening against the chair. “Hmmmph… fine. Carry me to my impending doom, oh sweet, adorable manager!”

You sighed, pausing for a brief moment, before tucking your arm under their knees and the other behind their back, hoisting them up.

“Wha—gh!” They sputtered, holding onto you tightly. “Hey, no fair!”

“Your order, your majesty.” You huffed, turning and marching off in the direction of the dance studio, struggling to keep the squirming Najimi in your arms.

On the walk there, they whined and complained, drawing the attention of a few too many idol trainees at the company. When you’d finally gotten there, you pushed open the door with the help of a very shocked Shoko.

“Have a good practice my love! I’ll save the bread for later, I love you!” You kissed their cheek, before running off do run your other errands as their manager. “Take good care of them, Shoko!”

As you left the corridor, you heard music, shoes squeaking and a pained whine every so often. Yikes. You should book them a spa day soon. And maybe run a bath for them.

“MC~! Why would you leave me here?!”

Yep. Definitely should run a bath.

#komi cant communicate x reader #komi can't communicate x reader #komi cant communicate #komi can’t communicate #kcc #kcc x reader #komi san wa komyushou desu #komi san wa komyushou desu x reader #osana najimi #najimi osana #osana najimi x reader #najimi osana x reader #najimi #najimi x reader

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howdy cats! i wrote these lil spicy vignettes to celebrate this post of mine getting one or two more notes than i thought it would!! i wrote these for my three bnha faves and as a way to step up my writing and i really like how they turned out so i hope y'all do too!

please note that some of the song lyrics i chose don't fit the scenarios i wrote exactly but the ~vibes~ are there.

unseasoned version. (but still 18+ mdni.)

A I Z A W A / S H O U T A - tell me something good (rufus + chaka khan)

"i'll make you wish there was 48 hours to each day" // (word count: 2051) (content warnings: afab!reader, unprotected sex, spitting, face fucking, orgasm denial, creampie, + anything else i forgot i blacked out writing this one)

“hey love,” you heard shouta call from down the hallway. “d’you think you could come here a second?” it was the first time you had heard his raspy voice all day. he had been grading papers and working on lesson plans since before the sun came up, wanting to get caught up with all of his paperwork before the semester was over.

you sat the t shirt of his that you were folding into the basket of clean laundry and padded out of the living room and down the short hallway to his office where he stood in the doorway, tall figure propped up against the frame. you fought against the way your mouth watered at the sight of him, messy black hair pulled into a low bun and pajama pants slung low on his hips.

“what is it?” you looked down at the ground, composing yourself and missed the way he smirked down at you.

“my laptop stopped working.” he stated flatly and almost chuckled at the way your head jerked up and eyes started to roll at him.

“i was finally putting a dent into my chores and you’re distracting me because you can’t figure out how to plug your computer in?”

“it is plugged in! c’mere, look!” he pulls your hand and you stumble into his office. true to his word, his laptop sat stationary on his desk, black screen persistent as he jabbed at the power button. you could see the charger plugged into the side and followed the cord down to where it was plugged into the power strip. “see, it’s broken.” shouta pouted with only a twinge of annoyance in his voice.

“you don’t know that for sure.” you ran a reassuring hand up his arm and stepped in front of him to inspect the laptop, picking it up and making sure the battery was inserted properly. you could feel aizawa’s warm body mere centimeters away from you through the thin fabric of your sleep shorts as you prodded at his laptop, unable to figure out what could be wrong.

stepping back, you bit at your thumbnail, trying to think through all of the scenarios of what could be wrong. your mind landed on the power strip and promptly, you crawled under shouta’s desk to where the power strip was and saw no orange light indicating that it was on. you craned your head up against the wall in the cramped space underneath the desk and saw that the plug for the power strip was almost completely hanging out of the outlet.

“ah, gotcha!” you strained, fingers wiggling through the sparse space until you had pressed the plug securely back into the outlet and the orange light on the strip was lit up again. you wiggled out from underneath the desk and stood back up quickly, going a little lightheaded from standing up too fast.

“thank you baby.” he pressed a warm kiss to your lips making you even dizzier than you were. you would be lying if you said that you didn’t feel neglected all morning while your boyfriend worked, so you pressed back into the kiss eagerly. your hands danced gingerly over his chest before wrapping your arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. you pressed your tongue into shouta’s mouth with need, licking against his own, and moaning into the kiss when his tongue pressed back into your mouth. your hand toyed with the stubble on his chin and his large hands rested on your ass.

“how am i supposed to get any work done now with you prancing around in these stupid little shorts, hmm?” he mumbled against your already bruised lips, hands kneading the meat of your ass for emphasis.

“that sounds like a you problem, sho.” you scrunched your nose up cutely, grinning as you teased him.

“gonna make it your problem.”

he pushed your shoulders down steadily until you were on your knees in front of him, eager eyes staring up into his from underneath long lashes. you watched and licked your lips involuntarily as he pulled his hardening cock out of his pants, precum starting to bead at the tip. you sat up on your knees some, tongue darting out to lick at his tip. you loved the way he hissed in response.

you licked slowly down his length, reveling in how long he was. shouta buried a hand roughly in your hair, guiding your mouth down on his length properly, and watched you set to work bobbing your head up and down and stroking the base that you couldn’t reach with your mouth with your hand instead.

“you’re so pretty like this, my sweet girl.” he groaned as his tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged. “are you sure that’s all’a me you can take?” you struggled to take more of him down your throat, drool spilling out the sides of your mouth. you nodded your head defeatedly. “oh baby, i don’t think that’s true.” he cooed, pulling on your tangled hair to stop you from moving as he pulled his hips back and pressed roughly into your mouth, down your throat to where you had never been able to reach. you gagged and your eyes filled with tears but your core was on fire. you could feel wetness puddling between your legs as aizawa fucked into your throat harshly and all you could do was gag and dig your fingernails into his hips.

“oh fuck,” he mused lowly, his dark pubic hair brushing against your nose as he was finally able to press his entire length down your throat. “i knew you could do it.” he smiled lovingly down at you as he fucked your mouth slowly, enamored by the way your throat constricted around him and the beads of tears that slipped down your cheeks and onto your neck.

“you want my cum, baby girl, hmm?” he questioned, hips jerking more fiercely. the tip of aizawa’s cock was hitting mercilessly against the back of your throat and you couldn’t quit gagging and rubbing your thighs together at the sight of him. it was all you could do to hum out mmhm as he continued his rough pace.

“keep your mouth open for me, pretty.” he cooed, pulling his cock from your mouth and pinching your drool and tear covered cheeks together with his fingertips. with his other hand, he kept stroking his dick just at the entrance to your mouth until his white-hot seed was spurting out in thick ropes against your lips and into your mouth. he looked down at you from where his head had fallen back in ecstasy, eyes glassy and breathing uneven.

“don’t swallow until i tell you to.” he growled gently, bending down until his face hovered over you, a glob of spit passing through his lips and into your mouth, joining the mess there. even with your mouth full, you tried to moan and rub your thighs together to get any kind of stimulation you could but you knew how pitiful you sounded and it ended up with aizawa mocking your pitiful little sounds.

“come here.” he pouted, pulling you up by the armpits until you were almost eye level with him again. your mouth hung open, a pool of your own saliva now joining the mix. “you’re always so good for me.” shouta cooed, peeling your shirt off of you. he pressed an open mouthed kiss to the side of your neck. he latched onto your nipple, sucking until it hardened underneath his attention. you were leaning against aizawa’s desk now, pinned there by his muscular arms on either side of you.

one of his hands travelled lower, palm resting against the front of your shorts. you tried to grind your aching cunt against him in search of some kind of release. he chuckled lowly at you, loving the way you were squirming against him and the pitiful sounds you were making just audible over the liquid in your mouth. slowly, he peeled your shorts down your legs, along with your panties that were so drenched that they stuck to you.

“you went and got this wet just from sucking my dick, baby?” he whispered against the side of your face, one hand coming up to rest against your throat and the other starting to circle against your needy clit. you nodded your head jerkily. “fuck, you’re so easy.” he pressed his nose into your cheek and dragged down until he was sucking at the skin of your neck, long finger that was circling your clit now pushing inside of you. you longed to cry out at the sensations you were feeling, to somehow let off some of the pressure you felt building in your core.

“you can swallow now.” he whispered, nose to nose with you and free hand resting on your throat as he continued to fuck you with a single finger. greedily, you shut your aching jaw and swallowed the mixture of shouta’s cum, his spit, and your own spit that was swirling in your mouth. without waiting for you to take a breath, he pinned you with a searing kiss, tongue invading your mouth and his finger halting its ministrations. your head fell painfully back as shouta kissed you heavily and licked against the roof of your mouth, swallowing down the sinful noises you made.

without preamble, he pulled away from you and was roughly turning you around and bending you over his desk.

"shouta!" you yelped in surprise, barely able to gather your wits about you before he was burying himself to the hilt inside of you. he set a moderate pace, hands digging into your hips as he pushed you off of his cock before dragging you back towards him. it was wet and messy how he fucked you, each thrust making you feel like nothing existed except for you and him. shouta leaned over, pressing his chest into your back and pinning you down and he was so deep inside of you that you could just about taste him. you pitifully kept trying to rut yourself back onto him.

“go on baby, fuck yourself on me.” he whispered with a smirk against the shell of your ear and without delay, you starting rolling your hips unreservedly against shouta’s, his cock rubbing intoxicatingly against your cervix. you had no control of the sounds coming out of your mouth anymore. all you could you was arch your back against shouta’s chest more persistently and hump back into him like you were a dog in heat. you could feel your own arousal dripping down your thighs as aizawa kneaded the fat of your hips harshly in his hands.

“so damn cute like this.” he cooed against your shoulder, pulling his dick completely out all of a sudden and slamming back in, drunk off the obscene squelching sound your pussy made around him. you pressed your tits hard against the surface of his desk, trying to find more friction. his rhythm was off now and you knew it wouldn’t be long until shouta was coming in you.

“you think i should come in your loud little pussy?” he teased again and you let out a dry sob at all the stimulation you were feeling. “oh god oh fuck.” you heard him groan harshly as you could feel him coming deep inside of you, hands gripping your hips so hard that you could feel it in your bones. you were so worked up now that you were seeing stars in your vision and you knew you would be coming soon if shouta kept up the gentle pace he had started after coming.

however, all of a sudden, you felt him pull out of you and heard him plop down into his desk chair beside you and power on his laptop.

“shouta, what are you doing?” you puzzled, fucked out face turning to look at his.

“work.” a devilish smirk on his face.

“i thought…you were gonna make me come.” your brain was struggling to put words together.

“nuh uh, baby, that sounds like a you problem. i like the view though.” he pressed a quick kiss to your hip, still bent over his desk, and then went back to his paperwork.

B A K U G O U / K A T S U K I - love buzz (nirvana)

"would you believe me when I tell you, you're the queen of my heart" // (word count: 1466) (content warnings: emotional unprotected sex, afab!reader)

there were friends with benefits and then there were friends that messed around and caught feelings. or in bakugou's case, it was just him. a one-sided affair where he could say with relative certainty that you didn't feel the same way.

he was good at hiding his feelings, proficient in hiding his emotions under a couple layers of heaped-on insults and unwarranted jabs. if he were you, he wouldn't have put up with half of the things he said to you, but he figured you were special. able to put up with him, take it in stride, and come back for more-all the while never asking or needing anything other than sex in return.

the arrangement between the two of you had started out simply enough, two newly minted pro-heroes that didn't have time for, or want, a proper relationship. then between the friendly rivalry and the late nights and the stupid memes that you would send him when he was on patrol, bakugou's hands would get sweatier than normal when your name got mentioned or he would stumble over his words, which wasn't usual, when you would join him and kirishima on a night out. he was pissed off with himself for catching feelings. it was inconvenient. he figured he could turn those feelings off easily enough if he simply put his mind to it, but instead he found himself taking out his phone and tapping out a message for you to come over.

he wasn't expecting you to come over, much less straight from the gym with sweat still drying on your skin. bakugou felt like a newly orphaned puppy. why couldn't it mean something? you laughed at him a little and teased him for being horny. bakugou managed a weak smile at that as you let yourself into his bathroom to take a shower and wash off your workout. he tried to occupy himself by looking at his phone and watching tv, anything to prove to himself that he didn't absolutely need your touch.

he lost the mental battle.

he quietly entered his bedroom and heard you singing softly in the shower. the humidity in his room had gone up a degree from how hot you had the shower and the way the door was cracked. bakugo’s clothes clung to him as he tried to peel them off. he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he walked naked, both physically and emotionally, into the bathroom where you were oblivious to him. he stood on the other side of the shower door for a moment and contemplated what to do.

his desire drove him to crack open the door, that and the scent of his body wash on your skin. you whirled around at the sound of your little bubble being disrupted. he tried to scowl at the way you smirked at him.

“miss me already, ‘suki?” except he didn’t answer your question, instead opting to pull you closer to him by the waist while the hot water drenched his hair and made it stick to his forehead. you giggled, not quite a stranger to bakugou’s moods, but nevertheless not really knowing what to do when he was in one that wouldn’t give away your own feelings for him. you tried to be the cool girl in front of him.

he connected his lips to yours softly and they burned. burned all the way right down to your soul and you dug your fingers into the skin at the back of his neck as your lips tried to keep up. it was like a war to see who would pull away or suffocate first. you lost the war, pulling away greedily to fill your lungs with more air. bakugou, superhuman as he was, latched his lips onto your neck, sucking easily in a way that made a gasp pass through your lips in surprise. his hands explored along your hips, your ass, your waist. you smoothed his wet hair back from his forehead and tried, silently, to figure out what was going through his mind but you dare not ask.

bakugou pressed you against the wall of the shower and the steam impacted your vision enough to where only his burning red eyes were visible through the white heat. you leaned up to kiss him, tried to tear through his walls like he did to you without even noticing. he pulled away, leaning his warm forehead against yours. you felt lightheaded from the over abundance of steam and lack of proper oxygen. katsuki’s hands travelled up the soft skin of your stomach until he was gripping at the skin right under your breasts in thought.

“just wanna…just wanna… fuck.” he pulled his forehead away from yours in agitation, looking instead at the water circling the drain.

“yeah, i know that’s all you wanna do.” you tried your damndest to not sound bitter, tried your best to fight the note of want despite the bitterness in your voice. bakugou’s heavy eyes snapped back to yours.

“like you don’t want it?” he all but growled. he leaned down to nip at your neck and you couldn’t stand the way your head looked back so easily against the wall to give him access. his hands played with your tits and your breathing got ragged. you could feel his hard dick slipping against your thigh in the slick of water.

“want you.” you pulled him closer by the neck, desperate to feel him. desperate to feed the monster inside of you that kept telling you that you needed him and that it was pointless to admit anything to him. “want you in me.” you reached down to wrap your hand around his length, already throbbing and leaking pre. see, he didn’t want you for anything other than sex. it was pointless to pretend otherwise. he pulled your hips out toward his and wrapped one of your legs around his waist.

through the wall of shit in your mind, you could feel his long, gentle fingers coming to stroke through your folds as your hand moved slowly up and down the length of him. you did your best to avoid his heavy gaze. you felt your body relaxing and you pulled him closer, free hand wrapped securely around his neck. the position the two of you were in was precarious.

“don’t let me fall.” you whispered pitifully against his lips and tried to ignore the double meaning.

“wont.” he grunted, hand abandoning his ministrations against you and you felt his tip entering you. you gasped at the feeling and pulled katsuki in for a kiss that wouldn’t stop. he tugged your leg higher around his waist and you whimpered at the stretch as he completely buried himself in you. he stayed there for a minute, letting his lips move with yours and he played with a stray lock of your wet hair for a moment. your fingers stroked against the planes of his face. his hands went back to travel all over your body and you arched your back when he started moving in you, slow and deep, which was completely different to how it usually was. there wasn’t a sound that didn’t pass from your lips through his as your tongue delved into his mouth.

he pulled away from you, panting, and picked up his pace. it had you clawing at his shoulders, sharp nails digging into sensitive skin. you thought, perhaps would be a good time to tell him your secrets. besides, if he laughed at you, like you thought he might be wont to do, you could laugh it off as meaningless bedroom talk. when you opened your mouth, lips poised to damn yourself, he railed as hard as he could into you and didn’t stop. you yelped in surprise, which turned into a litany of meals and moans that fizzled out against bakugou’s skin. you would live another day to tell him, or maybe you wouldn’t. such was life.

you felt yourself nearing the edge as he latched his mouth down onto one of your nipples. the sensation was divine. one of his fingers resumed its position against your clit and circled harshly until you were drunk, calling out his name. the barrier holding you back snapped. you came, clenching around bakugou’s cock, and you stayed there with him cradling your head until you could remember your name again.

sadly, you felt him slip out of you. you hadn’t felt him cum, too wrapped up in your own mind. he took a second to rinse off, back turned away from you. you admired the scarlet scratches you had left on his skin. the water shut off.

“see you at work, yeah?” he called over his shoulder and you were all alone again.

K I R I S H I M A / E I J I R O U - cherry (jj cale)

"cherry, i'd like to love you" // (word count: 1184) (content warnings: afab!reader, unprotected sex, public car sex, overstimulation, fingering)

it was a weekly occurrence, ending up in kirishima’s car in some abandoned parking lot on your lunch break. you always ended up perched in his lap and fighting to catch your breath. last week was no exception, next week wouldn’t be an exception, and today certainly wasn’t.

you relished in the way the steering wheel dug into your back as eijirou pressed sloppy kisses against the front of your dress and made the fabric stick to your clammy skin. his big hands slithered up your thighs and pinned the hem of your dress up around your waist, exposing your cherry red underwear to him. it had started out as a way to tease him, wearing too short dresses around the office and bending down to pick up a pen in front of him that you honestly hadn’t meant to drop. the first time you had done it, you had forgotten all about the crimson underwear until he was dragging you with him down to his car on his lunch break, jaw set, and eyes dark. now, it was something fun for you to wear just to get a rise out of him and get a rise out of him you did.

you let out the tiniest little whimper and dug your fingers through his deceptively soft hair when he pressed a finger against your clothed core. as much as you loved teasing him and testing eiijrou's patience, he always won. he was always the better one of the both of you.

"haven't even really touched you and you're already so needy for me, huh?" he hummed and nipped at the sensitive skin just under your ear. you ground your hips down into his hand. it wasn't ideal, fucking a man as big as kirishima in the driver's seat of his car in an open parking lot, but you were helpless to take any option but what he gave you.

aggravated and needy, you pulled his face to yours and kissed him feverishly. you could feel his smirk against your lips when you tried to slip your tongue into his mouth. he made a laugh that lived and died in his throat and then he was letting your tongue into his mouth while he pushed your panties to the side and was journeying through your slick with his index and middle finger. you gasped into his mouth at the sensation like it was the first time you had done this. you let your head fall back at the sensation, getting lost all too quickly in the pleasure that you felt. damn kirishima and his big everything.

his index finger circled your clit unforgivingly and mentally, you tried to calculate the minutes you had left before you had to be back in the office.

"want your cock." you pouted as you kissed needily down kirishima's neck and creased the front of his light blue button-down. you reached down to palm at his length through his perfectly pressed trousers.

"you know what you gotta say to get it, baby." he grinned, cat-like, up at you and all at once two of his fingers were inside of you and moving relentlessly. you collapsed forward onto his chest, giving him more access to move his fingers inside of you. you whined and rutted down onto his lap, dragging your clit against his length. you smiled as he groaned.

"don't wanna say it." his fingers curled up against your belly button. you tried to strangle a moan from wiggling out of your throat.

"that's too bad, i guess." he tutted, head lolled back against the seat rest and pushing the neckline of your dress down your shoulders, just admiring you coming unraveled. quickly, he was leaning forward again, teeth connecting with the sensitive skin of your chest and biting down until you were whimpering and crying out his name like there was no one else around that could possibly hear you. heat raged in your chest and you circled your hips back more urgently on his fingers. you felt more of your slick roll down your thighs the harder he bit down on you. the pain was truly almost unbearable but the feel of his teeth brought you closer and closer to the release that you needed.

"please, eiji, gonna cum and wanna do it on your cock." you babbled as you felt like you were being propelled through the galaxy.

"want you to have my cock too, baby, but you know what you gotta say to get it." he smiled so sweetly up at you and then he was licking soothingly over the deep bite just under your collar bone. with the mix of his fingers and the alternating gentleness of his touch, you felt yourself come undone on his fingers and your spine stopped doing its job of holding you upright as you leaned the entirety of your weight onto ejirou's chest. his hands lightly dusted over your back after he slipped his soaked fingers out of you. you steeled yourself, proverbial tail coming to tuck between your legs as you pressed a kiss against his cheek.

"love you. you know that. don't know why you like me sayin' it so much." you felt eijirou shifting around underneath you and unzipping his pants.

“jus’ think you like bein’ a handful, huh?” he whispered against the skin of your neck. there was only gentle now, none of the teasings, no matter how light-spirited, from earlier left. you nodded your head in agreement, too spent to put up much resistance. you let kirishima lift you by your hips and line you up on his dripping cock. your body took his with only resistance. your first orgasm had loosened you up enough to where you were relaxed enough to take him easily, but your body was exhausted and bordering on overstimulated after the first round.

kirishima fucked into you sweetly, cooing about how good you felt and how you were his baby and his love. you kept your head buried against his neck to nip and bite at his sweaty skin whenever you heard his voice. it was too quick how his thrusts grew erratic and he was palming at the flesh of your ass but you didn’t care. you felt yourself start to peak for the second time, seemingly by the emotional onslaught itself (and kirishima, it was always kirishima). you brought your hips down solidly to meet eijirou’s harsh thrusts each time and before soon, you were seeing nothing but stars. he buried himself in you, hitting the spot inside of you that only he could reach and then you were clamping down around him and calling out his name pitifully against his lips. you felt him cum inside of you and felt it start to dribble down your soft thigh as he pulled out of you.

“you didn’t say it.” a stubborn poke to his chest. “you know you gotta say it back.”

“i love you, you stubborn ass.” there were two matched dazed grins and you stumbled out of his car to straighten out your clothes.

#just another entry in the diary of me not letting bakugou BREATHE #bnha vignettes #mha drabbles #bnha drabbles #aizawa shouta x reader #shouta x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha imagines #bakugou angst #jeni writes #bnha smut #mha smut

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bories · 2 years

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zombies fanfiction headcanons/rewrites/etc masterpost (y/n-ified)

this can + will be updated over time!! there's a lot under the cut :,)

» check out my super cool and awesome masterlist for the actual fanfiction :) ⋆｡˚ ☆

☀︎︎ y/n !!

》 mother was a zombie, father was human

zombie-human relations/relationships were banned until the summer before the events of z1, therefore they met illegally. when they were eventually caught, y/n was already 3yo, and their mom was imprisoned + died, and their dad ran away. y/n was taken in by eliza's family and hidden as no one outside of their parent's friends knew about them.

》》 being of mixed species, y/n has some abnormalities

instead of fully green hair, there's just some obscure streaks, moreso towards the front of their head.

y/n can only partially "zombie out," but only when their z-band is removed and they aren't in control of their emotions

additionally, y/n has visible (although fairly faint) eyebags and y/n's skintone stays normal -- although they turn extra pale when their blood pressure is low (dehydrated, losing blood, lacking nutrients, etc)

٩ zombies و

§} mutants not zombies

@unusual-ly (here) and another user(will credit if i find the post) had really great takes on this theory and i agree 100% that this makes sense + that people just called them zombies and whatnot, and i will absolutely reference this if i get the chance

§} eliza's dad, zed's mom, and y/n's mom, among multiple other zombies, died to an illness that spread throughout z-town. because of humans neglecting zombies and restricting their access to medical treatment, the zombies were extremely vulnerable -- especially when imprisoned, like how y/n's mom was

§} zed,, i fixed him

he's proud to be a zombie. i never liked how he kept trying to change himself to be likeable and more human, so when i write his character, he'll be more like eliza in the fact that he's fighting for humans to accept zombies for who they are, not for zombies to be more like humans.

§} bonzo is ~a year older than eliza and zed but got held back a year

i just believe he wouldve been

§} z-bands

over time, z-band tech evolves and zombies look more "human," looking less pale than they did originally, and their eyebags slowly fading

z-bands were created by humans who had relatives or loved ones who became zombies ((i got this idea from a tumblr post i saw somewhere,, if yOU KNOW WHO IT WAS PLEASE TELL ME I WANT TO CREDIT THEM

§} i may or may not reference @unusual-ly's BG Zombies, so you can learn all about them here!! they're amazing and so much effort was put into them, i absolutely recommend checking them out :))

☆ werewolves ☆

|| y/n meets wyatt ~a week before zed asks addison to the prawn in the forest while getting froyo

wyatt's working undercover at seabrook power

"what do you recommend?" "huh? oh definitely vanilla. it's a little basic, i guess, but i love it" "vanilla, please" ... "you work at seabrook power? you seem kinda young for that" "haha yeah it's uh, a summer internship" "that's cool :)" and then they got froyo together almost daily when he'd get off work

wyatt tells them that he's just moved to seabrook and is going to shs, even though he really wasn't he decided on convincing willa to let him go undercover there later

|| the "great alpha" is y/n, but they aren't a werewolf

the prophecy never specified that they would be a werewolf - only that whoever it was dressed like one in the prophecy's image, specifically

wyatt knows about the prophecy n everything, so he tries to get closer to y/n. when it's apparent y/n has no idea what/where the moonstone is or could be, he convinces willa to just go to the town as students and do their own research (like in the movie)

i changed it from addison to y/n for "y/n needs to be interesting" purposes and also because addison's character is so bad in the fact they made her the most stereotypical main character ever. she feels like an "i throw my hair into a messy bun and look at my blue orbs" fanfic sterotype main character sometimes im SORRY I HATE IT

|| the werewolves' ages are never really mentioned or confirmed so i'm going with them having the average human lifespan + age development, if that makes sense

i'll explain what i consider to be their ages later shdhfj

|| wynter is a year-ish younger than willa + wyatt and they treat her like a little sister

because i said so and also it makes sense

|| willa and wyatt only share a dad, wyatt's mom left the pack when their dad chose willa's mom

i just needed to give them parents okay? idk

|| the markings on their faces have meanings

willa's 3 stripes(?) indicate that she's the current alpha,

wyatt's 2 stripes indicate he's whatever the alpha's second-in-command is

everyone else has the 3 leaves signifying that they're "of the forest"

the geometric star type thing on their arms represents the "yellow sun" (i dont have a meaning for it yet)

elders get some other marking, i just dk what (it simply makes sense that they would)

if you have any ideas or recommendations on these i'd love to hear them!!

๑ humans ๑

> they were taught a different story in regards to the origins of zombies

"the winner writes the history books" -- zombies were caged in as the "monsters," so humans were told a slightly different story to keep them away from the "dangerous mutants on the other side"

> Addison fights for the zombies and werewolves because she cares about them, not herself

i don't like how she (specifically with the wolves) (almost) only cared more about them because she thought they were cool and because she could've been a werewolf. i think it should be a bit deeper than that, and that she should actively fight for integration (for both zombies and wolves) so she will be doing so when i write her :)

> Bree transferred from Northshore to Seabrook

for two reasons: one) continuity in regards to the way bree + addison met and the characters' ages, and two) because i like the idea of her begging her parents to move so she could join the seabrook cheer team (it was her dream)

> Bucky doesn't suck

at the end of z1, bucky actually had character development and he deserves to stick to it. the writers completely disregarded it in the following movies and i dont like that so im changing it. @unusual-ly worded this really well here and had some awesome headcanons that i'll be referencing/using here. i also really liked @ourveryowncheerrockstar's headcanons for him so i'll be referencing some of them, too!!

> Lacey's real name is Jenny(canon), Stacey's real name is Carla

i'd also like to think that bucky decided to rename them because 1) he thinks it's cool and makes him look cooler (its like his own branded entourage), and 2) he really likes those names and always has (he absolutely gave dolls these names as a kid)

□ GENERAL !

○ humans get more colors,

instead of just pale/pastel pink and blue, they get to choose from a variety of pastel colors

○ zombies get the rest

whatever the humans decide they dont like or want, in terms of fabrics, objects, etcetc, gets thrown into the junkyard behind seabrook power, and the zombies repurpose/upcycle/etc

○ similar rule in terms of food

there's more froyo flavors, but they're pretty standard: mint, chocolate, etc

less healthy foods go to zombies, and sometimes scraps/leftovers/expired foods

maps i made for visualization purposes :D

• zombietown(n/a) • forb. forest(n/a) • seabrook(n/a)

timeline ! (n/a)

[][][] ages!!

zombies (one)

sophmores: 15/16: addison, bree (transferred), eliza, bonzo, zed

juniors: 16/17: bucky, aceys

adults:: coach : 32, principal lee : 35, missy/dale : 41, zevon : 48

others:: zoey : 8