#but I do remember her aesthetics and interests and the types of clothes she was browsing one time when we sat at the desk together
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I have a friend whose favorite series is a•t, which, Yknow, I am trying so hard to be polite about having extremely different tastes. but I cherish & support her and when it comes to bday presents I’m either waiting for someone to express a need/want for smth during any time of the year & just buying it & going ‘happy early/late birthday’ OR I’m planning months in advance (& sometimes collaborating w/ folks) for The Perfect Present but I can never bring myself to get something I’m halfhearted on… I’ve been on & off scrolling thru mercari/ebay/amazon/aliexpress and feeling very Eh abt the quality/size/price and was almost close to just getting two small cheap but cute plushies (13 cm & 10 cm :/), then on ebay I saw smth that was 20cm (good size) and actually very cute, but it was like $50 for the plush & $20 for shipping and while I cherish my pal I am not dropping $70 on a plushie (AND ESPECIALLY NOT ON A•T MERCH). so I do a exact match search of the specific brand and find one (1) online store selling it for $20 (incl shipping) (they’re having a 20% off sale). which is suspiciously low so I made sure to look up reviews outside the site & it looks legit, so I’m gonna buy it & hope that even if it’s not legit it’ll be an acceptable quality bootleg, and if it isn’t even that then I still have a month and a half to get one of my backup plans. in a week we’ll see if I get a Perfectionism Win.
#my ramblings#NEVER COMPROMISE YOUR VISION!!!#nightmare scenario is she already has it but I’ve been to her apt and I’m sure I would’ve seen it#plus as a fan I think it’s great to have duplicates#double the cuddle and also if one gets destroyed there’s a backup#sometimes mom does take me by the shoulders and go like You Don’t Have To Buy Birthday Gifts For Everyone#but#well first of all let’s shove aside the standard blah blah it’s nice to give friends things and see them be happy#1) when a gift lands well I like being right#actually that’s it I just like being right#the other day a friend was like ‘you know how I have bipolar’ and I was like ‘huh? I didn’t actually’#and she was like ‘I think we’ve had this conversation like three times’ (sorry)#but I do remember her aesthetics and interests and the types of clothes she was browsing one time when we sat at the desk together#about two years ago when she offhandedly mentioned that she was trying to figure out lighting that would fit a bar she was asked to design#it just stuck in my head and one time I was in a place that had lighting that reminded me of what she was trying to go for#so I sent her a pic of it#anyway yeah I have a really bad memory except when I have a really good memory
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hi dear ! could you maybe do liu, jane and toby with a reader that collects haunted dolls ? my special interest is spirits and haunted materials so i am super interested in haunted dolls, i’d love to see some cute headcanons with a reader like that ♥︎ maybe add in some gothic lolita fashion too ? thank you ! gn reader would be fine .
Homicidal Liu, Jane the Killer and Ticci Toby with gothic lolita reader that collects haunted dolls!
➥ Hi hun!! Its such a cool idea!! I kinda mixed it up together so hope its still fine!! Take care!!!
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Homicidal Liu
Liu is pretty open-minded person, like he is just glad you got somethig you are interested in!! Haunted dolls? Oh okay, he didnt expected that..isnt it a bit creepy? But even if he has no idea what is going on then he would love to hear you talk to him about your special interest!! Like come on!! He wants to hear everything, do they have names? Can you talk with them? ..Why are they haunted in the first place..? Introduce them to him!! Your eyes lit up in pretty way so he wants you to keep talking (plus he is obv interested!!). Liu isnt really scared, just a bit distant at first. Give him some time, and he will even take care of them if you couldnt be with them!
About your fashion sense, you are absolutely mesmerezing to him! Boy could stare at you for hours but that would propably be too creepy. Even if his fashion sense is pretty basic, Liu would totally let you dress him up!! He won't match your fashion sense at daily basis, but enjoys you making him look all pretty and he just loves spending more time with you! That way he can actually feel why you like to wear what you wear! Absolutely adores how well aesthetically you match to your interests.
Jane the Killer
Oh i feel like she would actually be into all this creepy, unsettling stuff! Horror movies, urban legends and of course haunted dolls! You are perfect match tbh. Jane is obviously curious about your collection, its impressive and she just love hearing you talking!! Like she would literally look at you with this sweet and caring gaze, maybe even holding you on her lap and caress your hair as you just spare informations with her! Treats your dolls with respect, and likes to keep them clean and safe (but if you dont feel comfy with letting other people touching you collections then she is more than fine too!), she is anything but scared!
I just love, love the idea of Jane being goth. Maybe a victorian one or romantic? Please it fits her soooo well! Yeah but thats just me saying silly things. So with your gothic lolita fashion, you match pretty well! You both will look amazing and you are this great looking couple whenewer you show up anywhere 😭 Would also like to try your style just for fun and do the same for you!!
Ticci Toby
Toby is scared and interested all at once!! Loves hearing you talking but would be scared to sleep at night.. better not leave him alone with them. He propably starts to remember all horror movies about haunted dolls and is scared for his life that they would kill him.. Just reassure him that its nothing like that and as the time pass by he will have more friendy attitude. But even tho he is scared, then he doesnt mind your passion at all! Whatever makes his partner happy!
You are like this overdressed partner x causal bf duo!! You dress so cool and there is Toby with his old and pilled sweater. I think that he would be even intimidate by your look at first, he would be shy too even look at you. Also, he would be happy to try some of your clothes (just like evryone here..) but he definitely prefer his cozy sweaters. Toby really likes to watch you getting ready when you are going somewhere, hair, make up or just choosing outfit..he cant look away! He isnt also the type of bf to get mad for waiting at you long time, so take as much time as you need!
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#liu woods#creepypasta#homicidal liu x reader#homicidal liu#jane the killer x reader#jane the killer#jane arkensaw#jane everlasting#toby rogers#tobias rogers#tobias rogers x reader#tobias erin rogers#ticci toby#ticci toby x reader#creepypasta hcs#creepypasta x reader#fandom#crp#wholecircus
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Are there any bangtan performances that have caught your eye as having potentially queer interpretations outside of the obvious mma black swan choreo?
I've always found Jungkook and Jimin's Adult Ceremony piece as being super gay lmao but if not for the amusing behind the scenes
Adult Ceremony is such a good case study because we have the performance and the rehearsal in behind the scenes and the acts have different meanings, at least in my interpretation.
I know I sound like a broken record, but I will once again go back to Chuyun Oh's article ''Unmasking Queerness: Blurring and Solidifying Queer Lines through K-Pop Cross-Dressing''. I really recommend this article for anyone who is interested, you can find it online. Oh analizes two performanaces by male K-Pop idols, one in which they use humor to reinforce heterosexuality and heteronormativity and a second one that manages to blur the lines by using subversion.The original performances are made by girl groups and the boys are trying to imitate that. Despite Adult Ceremony not involving cross-dressing, I think I can use the author's analysis because she makes some really good points that can be applied to this particular situation.
Oh starts by contextualizing how queer Asian identity is understood saying ''focusing on liminal features of queerness decolonizes Asian queer aesthetics by unmasking Western-centered gay subjects. Queer is often understood as a Eurocentric concept with the implication that the non-Western subject should follow Western models''. I only have to look at shipping spaces and 90% of the bloggers and twitter users are guilty of doing this because they can't get rid of their Western bias and lens through which they try to understand Asian queer aesthetics.
Going back to using humor to reinforce heterosexuality, we can see that in BTS as well, especially back when they had to pretend to kiss each other, or they were dressed up in women's clothes. They always ended up laughing, breaking the fourth wall so to speak, in order to remind the audience that they're just playing for entertainment, it's nothing serious, this is not them as men, because they are ''real men''. Chuyun Oh goes back to theater and the theories about presentational (Brecht) and representational acting (Stanislavksi) to frame these types of performances.
A presentational acting style is a technique in which the actor maintains a distance from the roles they play, it creates an alienation effect. I could say that this applies to some acts of fanservice, but to get to the point of this actual ask, I think what Jimin did in the rehearsal for Adult Ceremony was presentational acting. He couldn't get into the ''role'', and the role was that he as a man had to dance on a song and choreography in which the movements were gendered and specifically female for the most part (although for JM and JK's performance they did add some Michael Jackson inspired moves for a short bit if I recall) and the original message was that of a woman offering herself to a man that had waited for her to become of legal age so they can finally have sex. Jimin was shy and always breaking out of his role, while Jungkook was playful, but despite that, I didn't see him using humor to deflect from what he was actually doing. It's also important to remember that Jungkook, when he dances girl group choreos, he doesn't turn to parody in order to reinforce that he's still a man. If the movements are feminine, he will move his body the exact same way. What Jungkook does is representational acting, the technique in which the actor immerses themselves into the role they play.
This representational acting happens during the actual performance because none of them break that fourth wall. Jimin and Jungkook are not imitating the women who dance, but they embody on stage their femininity as men. Wearing masculine fitting black costumes doesn't erase that. They also have a part of themselves that can be considered more androgynous in appearance. (As I said, one part of themselves, I didn't label any of them as androgynous men in general, this is important to note).
You said ''this piece is super gay'', but I would rather say it's a queer performance because it plays with gender presentation and blurs the lines between socially established genders and it creates a space for queer expression, a ''third realm, a space of possibility in gender construction''. I would like to end this with a last quote from the article because it sums up what performances like Adult Ceremony and Black Swan can be interpreted as, without using some very narrow, Western-centric concepts that require definitive identities:
''The ambivalent construction of homoerotic role-play signals that anyone can act, feel, and be queer without the danger of directly being marked as gay or homosexual. Such ambiguity has potential to liberate individuals and to allow alternative sexual identities moving away from stereotypes of homosexuality embedded in Western culture''.
I believe that narrow mindedness, a Western perspective of gender and sexual identity and being art and media illiterate, stops this fandom from being able to talk about Adult Ceremony or Black Swan as being queer performances, as they believe that by saying this, it automatically adds a certain label to these two men and assuming their homosexuality (as we all know, assuming straightness is completely fine apparently). It's ignorance because assuming men could be queer is not wrong and second, they are not able to separate someone's possible sexual identity from the art they are doing. If those two are connected, fine. It usually is in a lot of cases, but in this particular situations when someone's sexual identity becomes a blank canvas because of the industry, then I say that once again, it's fine to just focus on the art and if the art can be interpreted as queer, then so be it. We can look at them as artists and the art they're making without automatically making statements about them as private individuals.
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This is related to a previous post of mine so-
I REMEMBERED WHY I STARTED PICTURING YENNEFER THE WAY I DO!!!!!!
It’s because when I first started reading the books I was obsessed with this like, graphic novel dating sim game called “the arcana” and my chosen love interest from that was Nadia. And they have pretty similar aesthetics/ personalities and at the time I didn’t have a visual representation of what Yennefer looked like (hello book supremacy) and the only descriptors really given for yen (other than clothes/accessories) is 1. Purple eyes. 2. Black hair. 3. VERY PRETTY. UNGODLY PRETTY SO PRETTY
so idk I guess my mind was just like “yeah okay that’s what she looks like I guess”
Wait oh my god what the fuck I have polls????? LMFAO I CLICKED THE BUTTON ON ACCIDENT WHAT. I WANTED A PICTURE HOW DO I GET THIS OUT OF HERE
SHOO. GET OUTTA HERE YOU VANILLA EXTRACT LOOKING ASS
Okay ignore the poll I can’t make it go away and I don’t feel like typing all that again LSLSJSKSJWHSKAK
Anyways! This is what Nadia looks like
So yeah basically this but with the black hair, purple eyes and of course Yennefers more gothic ensemble (and I usually give her a little lip scar also, just because I think it looks neat but that really is just me)
I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the connection
#the witcher#the witcher yennefer#yennefer of vengerberg#nadia satrinava#the arcana#try not to mention yennefer in a post challenge (impossible)#why is this fucking poll here
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Do forgive me for not making anything specific to certain characters , but I have some oc questions for u!
1. What textures do they like the best? Clothing or otherwise
2. What’s the thing they just can’t not feel awe and admiration about? Is it a place? How about a person?
3. How much do they care about their hair? They a 13 different additives every morning, or a ‘shower in the next month or two’ type of person?
4. What kinda freaks em out? Not like full on panic, but just a general sense of uncomfortable-ness. Like the thought of stubbing your toe real bad.
5. If they had a pet, what would they be most likely to name it?
6. Preferred living space aesthetics? Do they like classic Victorian, or a warm cozy cabin?
7. How do they keep their living space? Is it the ‘everything is organized, just in the messiest way possible’, or something a little bit more elaborate?
8. Have they got any stuffed animals or other toys?
That’s it for now but if I come up with any more I will send them to you :} I hope they were useful!!
omg hiii
read more bc i’m determined to answer these questions for all 3 of my main ocs. i would’ve added my eso gals but then this would be TOO long
1. What textures do they like the best?
i have utterly no knowledge of textures, i don’t notice them enough to know what certain things feel like and i have no clue what textures would exist in tes so i made some stuff up
azug: azug is like weirdly into the texture of the berries in a crostata. she likes jazbay grape crostatas the best
megana: megana really likes cashmere — remember, she’s an imperial rich girl, it was the favored winterwear when she grew up in cheydinhal. it’s not as trendy in skyrim but she has a couple shawls she busts out for special occasions
antony: antony just likes anything that isn’t itchy. he grew up a little street urchin and is used to poorly made clothes
2. What’s the thing they just can’t not feel awe and admiration about?
azug: azug admires courage. she’s courageous herself but she’s also very anxious and can’t help but admire others for being brave too
megana: megana will forever be awed by other’s magical skill. she’d be in the middle of a wizard battle mentally ranting about the other mage’s cool epic spells
antony: antony LOVES statues. he doesn’t like people he Does like statues. and nature in general
3. How much do they care about their hair?
azug: she washes it but she keeps it under a hood a lot of the time so like. hood hair
megana: literally not at all her hairstyle is very just “practical” (it’s not it flies in her face all the time but she doesn’t want it shorter and likes not having to style it)
antony: he washes it when there’s blood in it. that’s it
4. What kinda freaks em out?
azug: azug hated every single creature she discovered on solstheim. just solstheim as a whole actually, she doesn’t enjoy it
megana: trolls.
antony: he thinks imps are kind of freaky. they’re strange little flying men. and they have no genitals. enough said
5. If they had a pet, what would they be most likely to name it?
azug: azug’s closest thing to a pet is her horse, hjalte. he’s like her equine bestie. she named him that because the stablemaster told her he had a habit of helping travelers fight off wolves (he’d then disappear back into the wilds. he just likes stomping shit. one time he kept antagonizing erik and lucien. he likes to fuck around)
megana: she does have a pet! it’s thistle. but she was already named. if megana had to pick a name she’d probably go for Magnus or some such. maybe name it after a spell
antony: antony does not have an interest in pets. if he did have one it’d be a dog and he’d either find some obscure hero to name it after or name it something stupid like Claw
6. Preferred living space aesthetics?
going for in-universe aesthetics, not victorian and such
azug: she likes whiterun style. that’s why she still lives in the tundra homestead despite it being tiny for her and her two grown men besties
megana: she always loved the fuck off huge stone walls of the imperial city. she lives in myrwatch now, which has similar big stone but she tries to keep it cozy
antony: he likes chorrol but the house there is way too huge for him, he likes smaller places. just by my memory of the city houses i think bruma would be the best for him
7. How do they keep their living space?
azug: cluttered. stuff gets knocked over every time she goes home. she says her stuff is organized but she forgets how half the time
megana: mostly organized but how organized can a mage really be. her things have proper places but that doesn’t stop her from setting them down randomly
antony: organized. he doesn’t have the patience to be forgetting where he put stuff
8. Have they got any stuffed animals or other toys?
azug: when she was little she had a stuffed mud crab and now she thinks of it every time she sees one (she tries not to kill them)
megana: she doesn’t keep one, but when she finds dolls she sometimes take them to practice spells on (she thinks it’s funny). she also once sewed a shitty little stuffed carrot for thistle, who promptly tried to eat it, and it was confiscated
antony: no because he’s a little bitch
this took me an hour to answer. i hope this is satisfactory ❤️❤️
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Hi! I do think the set was New York themed, but I’m not so sure if the flowers represent the restaurant. It could just be for love or something like that since the song is a love song. Jungkook did have a very similar outfit to Jimin though.
But I have a question. Do you have any thoughts on jungkook having a very similar concept to Jimin and his clothes/photos being either the same or similar to jimins during face? Jungkook did pick out his clothes for the photoshoot. He may have specifically wanted jeans with mud on the bottom of them and I’ve seen people connect that to face because of the mud. But I don’t know what they could be trying to say if they are hinting at something (relationship wise).
I know matching is a bigger thing between couples in Korea, but I’m not sure if jungkook would try to match every little thing to Jimin. And it seems like he’s the only one doing it (but I have seen people say this has been planned between the both of them since even before face was released. I don’t think jungkook has had the song since before face though, I’m pretty sure he got it after face was released. So would they have been planning to match the concepts for whenever jungkook did have a song? I’m not so sure 🤷♀️).
What are your thoughts? Thanks!!
Here’s a post I found that mentions jungkook picking what he wanted for the photoshoot.
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I didn't read the post but I did read the interview that worker gave. She said Jungkook mentioned the brands he liked, but she also said they offered suggestions (and one of her ideas was even approved by Jungkook) to which Jungkook said something along the lines of "of course, we have to leave it to the professionals". To me, that interview isn't proof that Jungkook picked every little thing himself - quite the opposite, he made some suggestions, took some ideas, but together he and the team chose the styling. Approving an outfit similar to one Jimin wore because his team suggested it is quite different from suggesting such outfit himself. Jungkook may not have even been aware of the similarities in their outfits. Since he's a fellow member, not a fan, he may or may not remember Jimin's outfits with that much detail - even if they are boyfriends lmao.
I've said it before that I can't explain these similarities because we can't know for sure why Jikook wore the same pieces. There are unique pieces that they seem to share, but there are also brands the whole group has been wearing lately, on and off stage, so in those situations it's more about opportunity than intent. I also find it hard to believe that Jungkook would be that focused on matching with Jimin. Its important to remember that Jikook have similar tastes on many things and are both interested in a sexier, more mature image for themselves. And yeah, Seven didn't exist before Face so they couldn't have been planning Face and Seven to match aesthetically since before Face lmao.
My thoughts are kind of that I have no thoughts. I usually don't have opinions on these type of things since they are very speculative and hard to prove or disprove. I just read what other people say and keep it in mind.
Thanks for the ask!
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Okay so I wanted to make a Wattpad story miles x oc (I want it to be reader so bad but I’ll just have to make a new one specifically for reader or y/n) and I wanted to share some stuff that I came up with about oc…
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Miles x oc~
Oc is definitely miles best friend. I’m talking friends since 2nd grade best friend. I’m such a simp for friends to lovers tropes. It just warms my spirit.
Oc is black and Haitian (oc is me headass). Just want to sprinkle in a bit of my culture ya feel me?
Oc is stupid smart (oc is not me 💀). Like Tony stark smart. I basically envisioned her to be the girl in the chair type, the one who makes all his gadgets and help him with his hero duties by hacking in stuff.
Oc is gonna be a badass. I mean like come on, I’m not settling for less and neither is y’all.
Oc has BIG, thick, 4b-4c hair! (No more combs for you bookie)
Oc is quiet but bold. Like she speaks when spoken to but don’t let it fool you. She’ll usually say what everyone is thinking, no matter how rude or crude it may be. Believe me, this gets her in trouble, but it’s never on purpose. She’s never been one to hold her tongue. She tends to mind her business but on the off chance she’s nosey, it has to be something important.
Oc was raised by her pops (dad) and mama (grandma). You’ll learn more later if you choose to continue reading. No hard feelings 😅
Oc has a very chill personality. Like you can have roast sessions with her, movie/ show marathons, she can help you with your homework or French lessons even tho she speaks broken creole, need her to hack the test scores so you can get good grades- she can do it but she not cause her friend’s dad is a cop. Need girl advice? She’ll tell you to ask someone else but at least she’s honest 😂. If you do something dumb, trust she’s gonna drag it out for a while.
Like- “hey remember the time you fell in front of your crush cause your dusty ass 1’s wasn’t tied. Crazy” “bruh I only said you were short, why you gotta violate me?”
Oc is blunt but awkward. She sometimes misses social cues. Buss out a joke at the wrong time type.
Oc plays volleyball. Idk thought she should play a sport to seem kid like plus I like haikyuu so yeah…
Oc’s style falls into the alternative side. Like street wear, slight emo, grudge aesthetic. But she knows she has a nice body and likes to wear clothes that compliment her shape. So if she wear baggy pants then she’s pairing it with a cropped top or if she wears a big tee she’d pair it with form fitting pants or biker shorts. Her shoe style varies from platform boots, crocs, and a few Jordan’s (curtsy if mikes bugging her to get em). Pretty good style overall.
I’ll try and draw her, I ain’t the best but I can make a lil sumthin😏, plus I’m a visual person! If you’re interested more in this whole creation leave a like or lil note so I can keep going(gonna do it regardless 🤧). Also if you have any questions please PLEASE! Ask em. I will answer. I swear, I don’t have anything to do. 🥺 I’ll make some more head-canons up until the I actually release the story.
Thank you for your time and have a bless day🫶🏾💋
#miles morales x reader#across the spiderverse#spiderverse oc#into the spider verse#spidersona#gwen spiderverse#miles morales#spiderverse fanart#spider punk
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Okay this is something I’ve noticed from growing up in fandoms, specifically in the queer sections of fandom, yaknow, as you do. And that’s honestly back to stereotyping, but done ourselves. I remember being in the EAH fandom, and they introduced Darling Charming, and she was the princess who wanted to do saving, except she was ultra girly French-Lolita type. (Seriously she’s so aesthetically pleasing). And it was interesting to see her still be a pretty girly girl and not want to be a princess damsel type. Just to get into the fandom, and it’s extreme butchification. Super short hair, masculine clothes, nothing girly ever. And idk, even when I was a presenting butch as a teenager in the fandom, it always rubbed me the wrong way. Butch/femme relationships only that play into the stereotypes for masculine/feminine relationships (butch does masculine stuff and only has male friends/suits, etc.), all the mean girls who aren’t typical femme presenting are lesbians. On one hand I get it, but on the other hand, it just feels like nothing interesting is done with it. And it just made it feel like being stuck in a box.
Idk it made me always feel like femme presentation was essentially bad in lesbianism because, yaknow, patriarchy male gaze. Idk it’s something in fandom that’s bothered me more than it should. I get reclaiming but it just gets….weird sometimes.
As a femme the femme rep we have in media is usually not very accurate, because it’s almost always through a male gaze. Like Cheryl Blossom from Riverdale. And not only that but considering we have way more characters written by men, seeing way more femmes in media than butches is just disgusting (not only because butches also deserve equal rep) because you just know we’re more represented because we’re fetishized.
And yeah when cishets write queer characters they usually do what you said, butches always being more friends with men and only liking masculine things and vice versa. What cishets seem to not realize is that masculinity and femininity when it comes to queer people is not the same when it’s about cishets.
And I’ve said in another post that if your reasons to headcanon a character as queer (a character that you just know it’s stereotyped) are not really because of those stereotypes, but idk you see yourself in that character and relate to them a lot, then it’s okay to hc them. But having a headcanon purely based on stereotypes I don’t think it’s okay. One example is a lot of people hc Max (Stranger Things) as queer, just because she’s more masculine.
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To my friends that don't understand why I love Eddie Munson (or whoever is reading this....)
That's valid. You didn't really know me when I was a little emo kid. You didn't know how fucking proud I was that the other kids in my class never understood why I was the way I was. But I was an edgy, wanna be emo kid dude. I did weird shit for the attention because, if I am being honest with you, I didn't know how else to get it. I've mostly outgrown that now.
You've gotten close to the version of me who forces herself to communicate even though it's a challenge and it isn't always perfect. The person that types this today is not the same one that identifies with Eddie, not really. I've grown and changed and healed and broken apart just to have to do it all over again. This me? I understand why you are confused. She is pastels and glitter, aesthetic wallpapers and pretty anime boys hung up in her bed room. She is crop tops and perfectly painted nails, the color pink, a bubble tea popsocket, and soft indie acoustic music playing in the background as she writes. She is living authentically for herself and for others, in hopes that no one she meets will ever feel as alone as she once did. She should not identify with Eddie. But she does.
I remember once in middle school someone dared me to dress in the gothic fashion, make up and all and I did it. And this other 8th grade was like, "You know that doesn't make you pretty right? No one will like you if you dress like that" and I was thrilled, dude. Beyond thrilled.
And that's where I identify with Eddie. I was happy being the "freak". I didn't want to fit in. Fitting in and later being rejected? That was scarier than never fitting in at all. I never gave people the opportunity to get to know me because I had been hurt before - I had no interest in doing it again. I kept my walls up, hiding in dark clothes and angry music, straightened hair and chains on my pants. I didn't want to be approachable because I did not want to be approached.
You can still see that part of me now, it's just less edgy and more, me??? It's softened, like I have, with time. But that was such a big part of me for literally so long. My two aesthetics battle with each other to this day. They always will. I have learned to simply give them both time to shine.
And I don't know. I think seeing Eddie reminded me that the broken, angry, nonconforming version of myself will always be here. And I'll always love her. I've accepted her, given her the love that she always needed and didn't get from anyone else. Helped her to understand that should could like pink and ripped jeans, dark make up and soft music. She could be two multiple things at once, while still being herself. It was okay if she liked things everyone else did, and it was okay to like things that no one else did too.
That's how I identify with Eddie. I saw that freak and my little, once lost heart was so happy. I wanted to be Eddie, a part of me still does, and I think it always will.
I hope that makes sense. And I don't mean to imply that Eddie is broken, or people who identify with him are damaged in anyway. That isn't my intention. I am speaking of my own experience, the things that I loved once and the things that I love now and how I can look back at them and see my own journey of self love and self discovery so clearly. But that's not me saying that I think someone like Eddie should change. Not at all, in fact. I love him. I love the part of me that identifies with him.
I have connected with other characters and I hate it because they highlight the parts of me that I am still learning to love and accept, the parts of me that I am trying to not think of as weak but still feel as though they are. But I love my connection to Eddie. The girl who loves him is strong, and I hope he continues to connect with a whole group of people who have desperately waited for a character like him.
If you made it this far and you don't understand me any better than when you started that's okay. We can't always fully understand each other, but we can love and accept one another, and that's all I ask. Please don't hate someone for loving Eddie as much as I do - for loving anyone to that capacity, you never know what part of that person the character is able to reach, and maybe it's a part that has feel alone for a really, really long time.
Be kind.
#eddie munson#my writing#a letter to my friends#and the strangers on tumblr#i relate to eddie munson#recovery#growth#healing#anger#poetry#writing#dear eddie munson#stranger things writing#stranger things#comfort character#dear teenaged me#you deserve so much love#it gets better#self love#self identity#the importance of being#my life#eddie munson is everything the world needed#and by the world i mean me#middle school#a letter to myself
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17-23 for whoever is on your mind currently :3
i’m playing her tomorrow and the next larp session is next week so let’s get some LYSSA BRAIN on!
(update: this ask took me so long to answer i have since left the larp! jesus christ)
17. they’re crying—what did it take to make them cry?
she is not the type to cry easily; she has a pretty good grip on her outward emotions, and is very good at keeping her usual cheerful exterior up. however, there are some times where she can’t keep it bottled up any longer and the floodgates open - after the death of her close friend gordon and beloved clanmate allister, she cried almost constantly for a few days. got through a lot of bloodstained handkerchiefs there.
18. what dish brings back the best memories for them?
lyssa doesn’t really remember the taste of many foods she enjoyed when she was alive - it’s been so long since she last had them, and many are no longer made in anything like the same way. she does still sometimes prepare food, though, for her tea parties, and laying out a fancy spread of sandwiches with the crusts cut off is something that brings her a lot of joy.
nobody has yet told her that her sandwiches are terrible. she can’t really tell when bread is stale any more and keeps ingredients around for far too long
19. what sparks genuine, unadulterated rage in them?
lyssa generally does not “do” anger. it’s an emotion she tends to sidestep and move on from. however, there are certain things that will set her up with a long-lasting grudge, and one of the key ones is taking advantage of someone she’d consider “vulnerable”. other malkavians, people who are similarly downtrodden/not as experienced in the world, she gets very protective of, and will be infuriated by anyone acting against them.
20. what attracts them to someone—platonically and/or romantically, anything counts.
in terms of interest, curiosity - she likes anyone who’s unusual to her, who she can learn new things from. especially people who are somewhat closed off or more of a challenge to approach - that’s part of the fun!
when it comes to more long-term friendship/connections - she appreciates someone she can be open with, who she can rely on, but that’s a shrinking pool of people these days.
21. do they have an idea about how they’ll die? do you?
lyssa thinks about death a lot more often these days. she’s lost a lot of her close friends in the last year, and with the second inquisition looming over her domain there’s always the risk of a threat she can’t escape from - no wriggling out, no skipping town, do not pass go. there was a point when an si member infiltrated a camarilla meeting with a bomb and lyssa genuinely thought she would die, but since then things have been a little more hopeful - she’s still cautious, but she’s pretty sure the si won’t get her. that’ll be gehenna!
ooc i have no idea where lyssa’s story ends. i’ve stopped playing her, and will need to figure out with the sts where her larp canon ends, but i think her “true” timeline (for me at least) will go somewhat differently.
22. how would they decorate their living space, if they had a chance?
lyssa does have the ability to decorate her own living space and by god it’s a nightmare. hoarder that she is, it’s less “decorated” and more “so full of stuff you can barely see the walls”. she has a very maximalist aesthetic (unsurprisingly) and very eclectic taste, so her clothes, furniture, etc are all from a multitude of different times and places. the more the merrier, and she likes collecting things with a history.
23. in what moment did they consider themselves to be “grown up”?
honestly a good question! lyssa’s mortal childhood is not something i have a lot of development on so far - i have a vague idea of what her upbringing was like (upper class regency england household), i know she has an older sister who she was quite close with. i feel like in that era the “coming of age” process was a lot more formalised, and she probably felt that a lot of her Adult status came from getting engaged and leaving her family to start her own household with her husband - something that was very much expected of her.
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Album cover wall decor
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This technique works on most porous items like wooden ornaments, dressers, and photo frames.
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For an older-looking piece, add a layer of antiquing tint before applying more Mod Podge and then a layer of polyurethane. Lay out the tunes, apply a layer of Mod Podge directly to an item of furniture, place the sheet music, and coat with another layer of Mod Podge. It also makes fantastic furniture covering, per Miss Mustard Seed. Of course, sheet music can substitute for any paper decorating application, including tablescapes, collages, wallpaper, and handmade wreaths. Why not use them and make some beautiful music in your home? From simply displaying a favorite piece of music on a steampunk or Victorian music stand, sheet music mixes with all decorating styles. The music and lyrics come in fashionable covers that express their era and genre. When bubbles form as the coating dries, use a blow dryer to make them disappear as the polyurethane cures.Īvailable in every style, theme, and color, with bright pictures of composers, singers, bands, and Hollywood stars, sheet music is a conversation starter. Tape the table edges, and pour on and spread the polyurethane. Once assembled, glue them to the table and apply four or five more layers to keep the polyurethane from penetrating the papers. Get some Mod Podge and polyurethane, and start organizing your musical treasures. To make your own version of this table, you'll need a drop cloth, sandpaper, painter's tape, foam brush, gloves, a drywall scraper, a bucket, and a paint mixing stick. No matter your musical taste, concert tickets and photos on acid-free paper make beautiful music together on a coffee table like this from Rouse House Design. Of course, shadow boxes and display tables can hold musical memories but let's give them something more substantial. Toward the end of that post, you’ll find some suggestions for hanging them on different types of windows.If you have tickets, swag, or large posters from classic rock bands like the Rolling Stones or Bruce Springsteen, combine them into a personally curated musical exhibit in your home.
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You’ll find a detailed tutorial on how I hang my wreaths here: How to Hang Wreaths on Exterior Windows. I just replaced all mine a couple of years ago (they last for many, many years) and I purchased them here: Bows with Streamers for Holiday Wreaths.
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Update: I’ve had a few emails/questions about where I purchased the bows for the wreaths I hang on my exterior windows each year. Thanks to Teresa for letting me share this fabulous idea for repurposing our old record albums! Loved my visit to the great state of Texas! I have several more posts I can’t wait to share from that visit. You’ll also find them available here, although, I think the first link is the better deal: Frames for Framing Record Albums. The frames come in packs of 3 and they are currently on sale here: Frames Perfect for Framing Record Albums. Arrives by Wed, Aug 31 Buy ANERZA Album Cover Posters, Album Covers Wall Collage Kit Aesthetic Pictures, Room Decor Aesthetic Vintage, Cute Bedroom Photo. The only cost involved to decorate this huge wall over the bed was just for the cost of the frames, which wasn’t that much. What record albums do you still have from the past? I love this idea so much! Old record albums often have really interesting covers and this is such a cool way to remember the music you were really into back in the day.Īny time we can take something from our past that we may no longer be using and turn it into something beautiful or functional, that’s totally a win-win! Instead of tossing out or donating her old record albums from yesteryear, she turned them into exciting wall art!ĭo you still have all your old albums from days past? I was absolutely enthralled with how she had decorated above and around the bed! When I visited with my friend, Teresa recently, this was the bedroom where I stayed.
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Dalonte “DALY” Dennis: (TEK)
***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***
Daly shook his head listening to his sisters go back and forth about dumb shit. It seemed like they always waited until he came around to bring up niggas. He never intruded on their personal lives because he’d instilled enough in them to know what to do and what not to do. He had been on his own with them since he could remember. Daly was only ten years old roaming the streets looking for food to feed them. Life didn’t give him much of a choice to live another way. His mother left everything up to him, so he had to do anything to survive. At first it was just he and TJ, then two more girls came, and his mother literally dropped them off home to him. Daly cared for infants alone being just a baby himself.
They were on their way to the airport to pick up the baby of the three, Erie. She went away to college four years ago and this would be her first time back in Philly since graduating. They visited her a lot, but they were all happy to have her in the same state as them again. He was so proud of Erie for sticking it out and finishing college. At first, she would beg to come home. She even threatened to drop out several times. Daly spoiled Erie the most so during each one of her breakdowns he flew to Atlanta where she attended Spelman to talk her down.
All three of his sisters even being raised by him like straight niggas turned out to be great women despite their foul ass mouths and no-nonsense ass attitudes. People always said how pretty they were until witnessing one of them in action. Daly was a cool brother to have but he sometimes was too hard on himself thinking he could’ve done better with them and their emotions. He didn’t know how to raise children let alone girls but over the years he learned so much about women, more than he actually wanted to know.
TJ was the oldest and she owned a popular hair salon. She was the wildest and most outspoken. Daly had to bail her out of jail several times, primarily for domestic disputes with her lovers. She was openly bisexual and came out to him when she was sixteen, saying if Daly didn’t accept her for who she was, he could kiss her ass. Of course, no matter what he loved his sister. TJ was five-eight, with tan skin covered by tattoos. She had them everywhere. None of them knew their fathers and Daly assumed she was biracial off her features and TJ didn’t like that. So, the long curly black hair she once had as a girl which made her ambiguity more apparent was shaved off and she chose to wear all types of colorful wigs. She was beautiful either way with her natural hunter green eyes and freckled rosy cheeks. Despite her lifestyle and appearance, TJ went to church a lot. She’d been that way since she was just a child. Always telling Daly she had them all covered on the prayer tip, so they were good. She believed the Lord protected her big brother the many nights he had to go out and do what needed to be done for them. TJ had a huge and loving heart she just didn’t have the patience for bullshit.
Ta’Kia, whom everyone simply called Kia was the calmest when considering the three of them. She didn’t bother anyone unless they bothered her. It was a different story if she knew you though, you wouldn’t be able to shut her ass up. She went to college in state at West Chester where she met her white boyfriend that she stressed out regularly. Kia was also fair skin and four-eleven of feistiness. Daly knew whoever her father was had to be black. She had 4C hair and to him that meant straight nigga. He learned all about the different types of hair black women had over the years. He didn’t assume they couldn’t have loose coils in general, but his sister came from nigga nuts with the shit that sat on top of her head. Kia kept it in all types of natural styles. She was the earthy vegan type. No man-made chemicals could touch her person and she only ate what she grew. She wore very little clothing often, even when it was cold with beads around her waist, lots of rings on her fingers and she had two nose rings and a septum. Daly didn’t know where the hell that aesthetic came from but again, he supported his sisters through whatever.
Then there was Erieon, Erie for short, Daly’s baby. TJ and Kia didn’t give into her spoiled ass the way he did. If you asked them, their little sister was selfish, stubborn and plain old evil. Erie had a bad attitude, worse than all of three put together and never liked to admit when she was wrong. The only person she didn’t get out the way with was Daly. Erie was the surprise baby and the most beautiful little dark doll he’d ever seen when his mother first dropped her off. He fell in love with her the moment he had to take her on. By then he’d become an expert at caring for infants. Erie stood out because amongst her sisters she shined like chocolate satin. While her sisters rocked baldies and bushes, Erie loved box braids, and any other type of style that hung pass her butt in individuals. Everything about her was gorgeous. She was the most regular physically but personality wise, Daly had a time with that one. Sometimes he thought she had some mental health issues but seeing Lake go through so much and learning what he could, he swore his sister wasn’t that damaged. Couldn’t be. He simply gave her whatever she wanted and hoped it never went further than having temper tantrums.
When Daly was just a child, if it weren’t for Hassan, he and his sisters would be separated and spread out through the system. It was one of the reasons Daly was so loyal to Lake. Hassan made sure they never had to worry about being taken from one another. The house they lived in, he bought it and fixed it up. They had food and clean clothes every day. When his mother would try to come and interrupt the peace they finally had, Hassan made sure she didn’t any longer. Whatever bad shit people had to say about the late Hassan Porter, he and his sisters were blinded by the fact that he was the only adult to give a fuck about them. Even his mother’s sister didn’t offer a helping hand when she knew how they were living. Hassan didn’t ask any questions or want any answers. He saw a problem and fixed it. Never made Daly feel ashamed or embarrassed either.
Once at the busy airport, they didn’t even have to park to meet Erie inside. She was sitting outside on her luggage with an obvious attitude.
“Here her ass go with the bullshit,” Kia said getting out the car. She hugged her resistant baby sister while Daly kissed her cheek before getting her stuff. TJ didn’t even get out the car because she was the least interested in what had her mean ass mad already.
“What’s wrong, Erieon?” Daly asked once they were all back in the car.
“Nothing.”
“Erie! Stop bein’ a fuckin’ brat!” TJ turned around to her sister who was in the back seat now with her arms crossed and face balled up. “You always do that like somebody supposed to know what you thinkin’.”
“Leave me alone.”
“Erie, what’s wrong?” Daly asked her in a gentle tone making TJ and Kia roll their eyes.
“The flight was just annoying. I don’t like being around people.”
“I’m sure people don’t like being around your evil ass either,” TJ said. “I’ma pray for you on Sunday demon.” She held the cross around her neck then pulled out a little bottle and splashed Erie.
“Don’t put that saltwater on me!”
“You need Jesus!”
“TJ, stop,” Kia laughed. “Stay sprinkling people with your lil holy water.”
“She think cause she got baptized that she still not going to hell,” Erie said, wiping her face. “Newsflash, you eat pussy, that’s a sin!”
“Yo!” Daly yelled. “I don’t wanna hear that shit. All y’all shut the fuck up!”
Why did he say that? All hell broke loose. They started shouting obscenities his way and he blew his breath wishing he went alone to begin with. Daly loved his sisters to absolute death, but they were a damn handful. How anybody dated one was beyond him. Man or woman.
“Wit your big head ass!” TJ mushed him. “Don’t be talkin’ to us like that!”
“I’m stayin’ with you TJ,” Erie said. They were the two who got along the least, but her sister was the most freeing to be around and let her do anything. Even though she was going on twenty-three, Kia and Daly treated her like a baby.
“Then you better act like you know, I ain’t for the walkin’ around my shit with no attitude! And I don’t clean up after grown muhfuckas.”
“Why you don’t want your own shit?” Daly asked.
“Because I don’t wanna be alone,” Erie said low. “TJ lays with me when I need her.”
“I can lay with you,” Daly said.
“You never be home.”
Erie saying that made Daly feel bad. If he wasn’t there often it’s because he couldn’t be and when he wasn’t, they had to take care of each other. They didn’t intentionally make him feel bad about it, they simply were dealt a shitty hand. No mother and their brother couldn’t be around due to the fact that he was the provider. It all affected each of them in different ways.
“I lay with you too.”
“Kia, your bed bout as big as this back seat. Then you like to sleep on the floor,” Erie said, and they all started laughing.
Daly gave his sisters the range to live much more extravagant, but Kia didn’t want to. She liked her open space loft, mattress on the floor, no curtains, plants from wall to windows, three pairs of shoes and garden full of natural foods. TJ wanted to work for her own money, so she started a business. Erie was the only one who happily ran through his pockets like no tomorrow. He was okay with him being their backup plan if they ever needed or wanted it.
“Says the homeless one,” Kia rolled her eyes.
“By choice,” Erie retorted.
After Daly took his sisters out then dropped them all off, he stopped at his old apartment. His phone was ringing off the hook and the only calls he returned were Lake, Wreck and Roddy. Mansion called him about fifty times. When those went unanswered, the texts started.
Mansion: I know you with another bitch, since you wanna ignore me for her. Stay there, and don’t call me ever again with your hoe ass!
Mansion: Bitch ass nigga! You really wanna cheat on me? And I bet she don’t look like shit!
Mansion: I was fuckin’ somebody else anyway!
Mansion: I’m gettin’ a abortion!
Daly ignored each one. Mansion would say anything to get him to argue with her. At first it was funny, but now, he was a little tired of the constant back and forth. It was childish but that’s what he got for messing with a twenty-one-year-old.
“What?” he asked, finally answering for her.
“Put your bitch on the phone.”
“I ain’t wit no bitch.”
“Right, you a hoe ass liar! Come get me right now.”
“Fuck no! Go tell the nigga you was fuckin’ to get your crazy ass.”
“I was just sayin’ that,” Mansion whined. “I love you.”
“Obviously,” Daly responded sarcastically and they both started laughing. “You gotta chill bro.”
“My anger just get the best of me, you know I would never step out on you.”
“I’m not comin’ tonight, I got shit to do.”
“Like what?”
“Shit.”
“You lyin’.”
“When the fuck do I ever have to lie? If I’ma be with another bitch, I would tell you.”
“See that’s what I’m talkin’ bout, the disrespect! I’m not about to let you play in my face with no ugly ass hoe!”
“Who ugly, Mansion?”
“SHADIA!” she screamed, and Daly hollered. His on again off again girlfriend for years grinded Mansion’s gears. “You need to tell that dog face bitch you love me and it’s over.”
“I told her that.”
“Then why she still feel comfortable to go around talkin’ about my nigga? Why THE FUCK is she postin’ you on her Instagram?”
“I don’t know.”
“You know because you keep givin’ that hoe hope!”
“Ion give nobody shit,” Daly looked at his phone beeping. “Hold on, I’ma call you right back.” He didn’t wait for a response to click over for his sister. “Yea TJ?”
“Come get Erie before I fuck her up!”
“What she do that damn fast?”
“I comes the fuck in my room and her ass changin’ shit around in MY HOUSE!”
“You got it ugly in here!” he heard Erie yell in the back. “Everything don’t gotta be green!”
“DALONTE!” TJ shouted. “Come get your sister! NOW! Jesus be a high ass fence for Erieon…” she started her prayer for forgiveness then Daly heard a bunch of ruckus. He hung up on everybody tired of dealing with women for one day. It wasn’t even five o’clock yet. He got all the bags out of his trunk and went inside the apartment building.
When he put his key in the door Tracy was standing right there with an attitude. Out of all the bitch fits, he was least interested in hers. He didn’t tell his sisters about their mother staying there and that’s why he moved because it would upset them. TJ mostly. She hated Tracy to no ending.
“The fuck you standing there for waitin’ like you caught me cheatin’ or something?”
“Because you leave me in this place, alone! I ain’t got no phone, no communication to the outside world—”
“Man, fuck outta here,” Daly said, closing the door. “You lucky you got this.”
“I want to see my children, Dalonte!”
“They don’t wanna see you.”
Daly’s mother was a rehabilitated crackhead and ex-prostitute. He wouldn’t have offered her a place to stay but she was currently pregnant and had the nerve to tell him she wanted to do right for her baby.
“Well it ain’t they choice, y’all is muthafuckin’ kids to me! I don’t care what we been through! I am your mother!”
“You ain’t shit, Tracy.” Daly took all the bags in the kitchen. “Here, all the shit you wanted. Fuckin’ prenatal vitamins,” he threw them at her. “I know your ass ain’t do none of this shit with us! You want my sisters to see this shit?” He started pouring all the stuff out. “You got it in you to finally care about one of your kids.”
“He is y’all little brother,” Tracy said, palming her stomach with tears in her eyes. Her oldest child hated her so she knew it couldn’t have been any better with the other three but not seeing them for so long hurt her heart. When she came to him, he didn’t even care at first. They owed her nothing and as a mother Tracy wished she could take every ounce of pain she caused them back.
“I almost said fuck him too,” Daly laughed, and Tracy smiled. Her son loved her; she knew this because he could be really cold when he wanted to be. There had been times she’d been on the other end of it.
“I’m sorry for putting all of this on you, if I had another option, I would’ve chosen it. I know it’s not easy seeing me like this,” Tracy expressed to her son sincerely.
“Whatever, I’m out, I gotta go break up a fight between your kids.”
“Can you at least tell them I miss them?”
“I’ll think about it.” Daly closed the door in her face. He stood with his back against the door feeling the way he did when he was younger. So many times, she would even watch him struggle with his sisters. Tracy would be home while he was trying to figure out a way to provide for them. Here she was pregnant again with another baby and needed her son all over again. Déjà vu.
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Kyoko for your character ask
I love my red hobo, so sure!
Why I like them
Kyoko is complex, she’s basically this jaded softie who pretends as if she’s a cold-hearted asshole. But she’s also got some principles. Like she will help if someone needs it, even if she complains while doing so. Doesn’t hurt that she can be snarky like hell.
Homecoming was really amazing for her character. It reminded me of all the things I like about Kyoko. Seeing her realize how much she ‘strayed’ from her principles now that she has gone through so much with everyone in the game’s story was really interesting. And how it addressed her regrets about Momo was just… (what’s the sad version of a chef’s kiss?). It even made some parallels between Kyoko and her father, how, same as he gave up and abandoned everything, she abandons anything that hurts her (Mami, her past, wish, etc) Homecoming is one those events worth checking out even if you’re not into Magia Record, it’s that good.
Kyoko is complicated, but at her core, she’s definitely good.
Why I don’t
She can be really uninvested in what’s going on. But I get it, she’s the type who does her own thing and would prefer not to get involved with other people because of what happened with her family and Mami.
At least she’s way too much of a softie to leave people burning in the wreckage of whatever shit she pulls off.
Favorite scene
Honestly? All of Homecoming was really good. If I had to pick though, I would say the parts where Kyoko starts to slowly become more and more vulnerable after she remembers that Momo is dead. Here’s an excerpt from the wiki’s summary:
Kyoko recaps her past and her wish, how she lost her magic; how Momo was so little, so innocent, someone Kyoko had to protect - and failed at doing so miserably.
After Kyoko returns to her father’s church to reflect on the foundation of her principles, she leaves just as confused as before she went. She walks in the snow with Momo. Even though she knows by that point that Momo is dead and this one is just an illusion of some kind, that Momo didn’t disappear, seemingly because Kyoko regrets not being able to save her that much, so her desire to have Momo with her makes her accept even an illusion (which is really ironic considering her lost illusion magic). Sayaka shows up and calls out to Kyoko, but she doesn’t respond, she just whispers Momo’s name and continues to walk away. Sayaka, meanwhile, starts to get worried.
This scene speaks so much about Kyoko’s character, exploring new aspects alongside the stuff we have already seen. Kyoko was never seen really talking about regrets. Sure, she does talk about her wish causing her family to break, but the way she talks about it is more of in the style of ‘cause and effect’. Don’t get me wrong, she definitely is harboring regrets over it, but it’s more on brand for Kyoko to bury whatever haunts her after deciding to live for herself.
So getting to see her feel so vulnerable and honest about her regrets strikes such a strong note for how I perceived her before. The setup being a dreamworld that will end in 3 days forces Kyoko to face whatever she is burying, especially now that she has Momo back.
Also, it’s pretty sweet seeing how Kyoko acts when Momo is with her: always asking her what she thinks, if she wants Kyoko to help that person, and her being generally less abrasive because she has Momo is really sad in retrospect.
Favorite line
I like this line of thought she has in Homecoming:
‘A happy ending, huh… Even though I believe there ain't no such thing...
...as a story where love and courage overcome all, does all this mean…
...that in the end, I still haven't given up on my dumbass hope that I can save people?’
Hearing her taking a good look of herself and what she’s really burying deep down is pretty heavy, knowing what she usually preaches.
Favorite outfit
Her winter clothes are really good! The aesthetic choice of stepping away from red for once works, because this color combo looks really good. Bonus points for practicality since it looks warm.
Gotta include her doppel alt. Those colors? She looks so cool! I really appreciate the detail that her hair is like Momo’s, adds a touch of SOB to the whole thing.
OTP
Listen, I offer Sayaka. I also will offer an explanation for all your ‘blah!’s. People who ship Kyoko and Sayaka usually skip out on Magia Record since the Sayaka there is ‘the straight one’, in which case, you people must have some weakass vision because the ship material IS there, you’re just still riding the rebellion high. Which, fair, the moment they had was sweet, but do keep in mind that that Sayaka was a Sayaka who got a bunch of other Sayakas’ memories in her, so Kyoko’s gayness had to be that obvious by that point (getting to see that gay as hell couple’s suicide numerous times might as well have awakened the bi in her). But in Magia Record? The two are really what I would imagine normal, non-ascension involved, Sayaka and Kyoko shippy moments to be: Kyoko being an ass towards Sayaka but not really at the same time, and Sayaka being suprised by whatever new side she sees in Kyoko.
Want proof you non-believers? Look no further than Surfing Sayaka’s event, which is coincidentally being rerun right now: Nacht Marchen (Night Fairytale). The story is that Sayaka gets involved in a decades old tale when she finds a magical toy robot that comes to life called Ponta, who’s looking for something related to a ‘voice of the waves’ that’s been going around. When Sayaka learns that owner of the villa where they have been staying had an accident that happened to her 50 years ago reversed by her best friend making a wish, she and Kyoko have to face the dilemma of whether they should tell her about that wish (the girl died in a labyrinth long ago without anyone knowing). While Sayaka doesn’t know what to say, Kyoko, after being quiet, surprisingly jumps in and tells the villa owner that her friend wished for a miracle for the owner’s sake, even if she doesn’t believe them. But the villa owner thanks Kyoko for telling her. Later that night, Sayaka finds Kyoko awake and they talk about whether letting someone know that you made a miracle happen for their sake is okay. I really love this conversation, as it really shows how they share this common point where they understand each other, which creates a whole different vibe from their usual squabbling. Here’s a summary of said moment by MochiDDR:
Kyouko says that even if you tell someone, it doesn't mean they'll believe you, and even if they believe you, it doesn't mean they'll be happy. Just because you make a wish for someone doesn't mean they would have wanted it, and that becoming a mahou shoujo means the price you have to pay is to keep your wish a secret to them. Kyouko asks Sayaka what's wrong, she replies that she made the same wish as Misa. Kyouko asks her if she regrets her wish, Sayaka says she doesn't.
An interesting point to add is that Kyoko’s appearance in the event gets a lot of build, so much so that she only shows up in the later half of the story. There’s also this scene where Sayaka is about to go surfing with Ponta to help him find what he’s looking for when she notices that Kyoko bailed on her. And when Sayaka needs some help taking out a witch before the magic cast on Ponta fades, who shows up all decked out in her magical swimsuit?
And I already talked about Homecoming, so the defense rests their case.
Brotp
Nagisa straight up, the two got the same ‘I would rob a bank for munchies’ vibe. Kyoko even remembers that Nagisa worships cheese and gets her a cheese-flavored snack that she likes in Valentine Nagisa’s event, The Mirror World Chocolatier (but since she was in chocolate mode, Nagisa’s like ‘Girl what?’). The two probably hang out when everyone else is at school.
Head Canon
She does some nice stuff like help old ladies cross the street but would die if anyone she knew saw her.
Unpopular opinion
I like abrasive Kyoko. I mentioned this before, but I prefer how they are in the game’s story over their characters in Rebellion, because I don’t see it as a setback at all. It’s different, more normal circumstances that don’t include rescuing your god/boss/bestie’s ex from a prison of her own making, sponsored by that one demon cat who screwed you over, like, a thousand of times…. Oh hey, that one girl who kept killing herself alongside your corrupt soul is here too, huh.
Oh wait, I was supposed to talk about Kyoko, not Sayaka. Uhh, reverse what I just said! Replace the divine stuff with that one girl you were gay for who died but now is back and is now open for business for some reason.
Whew, saved it!
A wish
Listen, I understand we just got some premium Kyoko content, like top shelf stuff. So that’s why I will direct this wish more towards the future, okay? Okay: lemme see a Kyoko and Sayaka duo soon, I need that potential realized.
An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen
I honestly don’t have much to say. I like how they have been handling her character, so nothing pops up in terms of bad turns they could take in regards to her writing.
5 words to best describe them
Lamenting, hungry, gay, softie, rough
My nickname for them
Nada.
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Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rough Sex (Vaginal), Rough Oral Sex (blow job, face fucking), Spanking / Whipping (with a drumstick), Obsessive Reader, Toxic / Power Imbalanced Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Suggested Dubcon / Reluctant / Compliant Reader
Words: 10,418
Pairing: Drummer!Bakugou Katsuki x Superfan!Fem!Reader
Quirkless, Punk rock band AU
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Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+
Tags: @lady-bakuhoe, @gallickingun, @mirakumiruku, @wakaoujisenhime, @sunnieskies02, @hisoknen
Art in banner by me.
This was incredibly frustrating. Finally, after years of admiring and being an incredibly dedicated fan, you were standing in front of your favorite punk rock band. They were just a few feet from you, so close that you could reach out and touch them. How badly you wanted their full and undivided attention was near suffocating, and yet, it was so difficult for you to find the courage to speak at all. You had given them your name after you had been brought backstage for the meet up, which was a perk of the insanely expensive VIP tickets you and your friends had purchased.
That’s all that you had been able to say. Your friend, however, was absolutely bursting with questions. You were very close to her, but damn, you wished that she would just stop talking long enough for someone else to get a word in. All day you had been brooding over what you wanted to ask, what you wanted to say to these men that had been such a huge part of your life for the last few years. Their music had inspired you, made you cry, pumped you up so much that you’d jump around your room and just jam out. But, more than that, they had saved you. You didn’t know how to explain it, or even how it happened in the first place, but you had truly begun to feel like their existence is what you lived for.
Was that unhealthy? Probably. But who could blame you? You loved every single one of them. All five men were like your best friends, and you felt so close to them from your time following them on social media and attending their concerts. You knew them like the back of your hand, from birthdays, to favorite food, drinks, hobbies, past or current girlfriends, and you had even found out their personal telephone numbers. Had you ever called them? No, of course not. That would be creepy.
Midoriya Izuku, the band leader and lead singer, was being the most engaging as far as answering questions. Unlike their punkish attire and aesthetic, he was like sunshine, incredibly friendly and soft with his curly green hair and freckled cheeks. He was adorable, able to make all the little fangirls scream and squeal with his grin and a cheeky wink.
Todoroki Shouto, lead guitar and backup singer, was the quiet pretty boy of the group, breaking hearts with his intense and piercing stare. That wasn’t to say he didn’t have a soft side to him, but more than anything, he was extremely dense, and his genuine confusion was what made him so desirable.
Kirishima Eijirou, second guitar, was another ray of sunshine amongst the black clothes and punk piercings. He loved to get the crowd riled up, his endless energy and cheery personality infectious. Out of everyone, he was the most openly friendly without a hint of shyness and treated everyone like he had known them forever.
Kaminari Denki, bass guitar, was the group idiot. He was nice, but often did and said things that could get the group into trouble or make a fool of himself in the public eye. Funny and playful, he could make anyone laugh, either from a joke or from just being a silly fool.
Although you adored them all, one of them had you in his grip, like your heart had been locked in a vice that grew tighter every time you saw him. The fifth member, Bakugou Katsuki, was your absolute dream man. Rough, arrogant, mean, and foul mouthed, he was the bands second in command, drummer, and backup singer for moments that required his deep and gruff voice. God, he was everything you ever wanted in a partner. Boyfriend. Husband. Whatever! You wanted him so badly that you dreamed about it constantly, picturing yourself in those strong arms or having those calloused hands on your body. Much to your misfortune, he was the most private on social media, so there was still a lot about him that you didn’t know.
That was one of his most attractive qualities to you. His mystery and his silence. What was he really like? Was he this grumpy and off putting with those close to him? Did he have a gentle side of any kind?
You wanted to know everything about him! But, standing here in front of the entire band, you were frozen, not able to make a squeak. Even your eyes were locked on the floor, unable to look up at them in fear that you would gawk a little too intensely. Or start crying. One of the two would happen, probably.
Your chance to interact with your heroes was slipping by with each moment, however, and you didn’t know if you’d ever get to have this chance again. What did you want to say? What questions had you thought about? You had a million of them, all you had to do was just say one. Something. Anything!
“Bakugou-!”
The name slipped from your lips in a sharp snap, which tapered off at the end with a tremble. Just as the sweet name left your lips, your eyes darted up, catching the confused and irritated crimson glare of the blonde drummer. At first, you were taken aback by his current appearance, still flushed and sweaty from the concert performance. His blonde spiked locks were wild and unruly, bangs stuck to the sweaty skin of his forehead and cheeks. He was so handsome, all messy and hot--
“U-uhm…” Your friend that stood beside you gave you a nudge in the side, though she was unable to pull your gaze away from Bakugou, who’s annoyed snarl made your heart begin to race. “[Name], I was about to ask something else…”
“What’d you want to say, you damn shitty extra.” Bakugou barked at you, ignoring your friends' whine at being interrupted. “Don’t just bark out my name and then stand there like a fucking moron.” That gruff and demanding voice was intoxicating, making you involuntarily clench your thighs together and clutch at the fabric of your skirt.
“I… I was wanting to know. Uhm,” Your eyes darted across his face and his chest as you tried to think of what you had been wanting to ask him. You couldn’t remember for the life of you, but as your gaze landed on the piercing he had on the bridge of his nose, a thought popped into your head and curiosity flourished instantly. “How many piercings do… do you have?”
Bakugou’s eyebrow cocked in initial confusion at the question, before returning to its usual furrowed position. “The fuck? That’s kind of personal, ain’t it?”
“I’ll tell you how many I have.” You weren’t sure if the teasing, flirtatious sound of your voice was purposeful or not, but just hearing yourself made the tips of your ears flush. “Five types… Nine piercings total. I bet you beat me on that, hm?”
“Tch, that’s fucking nothing, you little punk poser. I have nine types, thirteen total.” Bakugou shoved his hands into the pockets of his loose shorts, pulling the fabric down just enough to show the skin of his left hip and a peak of his boxers. One of the stated piercings gleamed in the light once exposed, and it took all your willpower to not hyper focus on it. “Not like you’ll ever know them all or see them.”
“I bet I could guess.”
“You’d fucking fail, moron-”
“A-ah, let’s not!” Midoriya interrupted, giving a nervous laugh and a wave of his hand to pull your attention off Bakugou. “We’re not here to talk about such personal things, you know! Right, Kacchan?”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Bakugou shifted his weight from his right foot to his left, giving an annoyed click of his tongue. “I’m not in the mood for this bullshit.”
“Why?” You once again spoke without thinking. “Because you missed your cue during Collide?” The accusation immediately had Bakugou’s eyes widening in surprise before he scoffed, glaring crimson daggers at you.
“Well aren’t you just a fucking super fan.”
“I try to be.” Although you knew that he wasn’t kind to you, the fact that he noticed your extreme interest in the band made your cheeks flush, looking down at the ground between your black combat boots. The t-shirt you had paired with your skirt was your favorite that you owned of the bands merchandise, and just seeing it as you gaze down over your chest made your stomach bubble nervously. Was it really that obvious? Was it weird to him? Did he like it?
“Ah, well, anyway!” Your friend piped in again, taking a step closer to Midoriya with a sparkle in her eyes. “Deku! Please, tell us about your girlfriend!”
Midoriya instantly went into his flustered state of rubbing the back of his head, his stuttering and embarrassed gibberish cracking with his exhausted voice, leaving you once again off to the sidelines. With a small, quiet sigh, you fiddled with the hem of your skirt, more questions burning on the tip of your tongue. In your down casted vision, you saw Bakugou’s feet shift, and there wasn’t a second thought in your mind about looking up at him. Your gaze immediately locked with his, which was still a dark and threatening glare.
Your heart instantly skipped a beat, the heat in your cheeks growing hotter. Had he already been looking at you? Why was he glaring so intensely? You didn’t think that he would get upset with the mention of his mistake that you had pointed out, but perhaps he had gotten embarrassed? In truth, you hadn’t meant your statement to be argumentative in any way. You were more concerned about him. Messing up during a performance was a big deal, and though most people might not have noticed, you were curious if it was eating at him or if he just doesn’t care.
Then, he made a move that you didn’t expect. With a quiet click of his tongue, he began to make his way out of the room, only stopping at the door when Kirishima spoke up.
“Woah, man, where are you going?” The redhead interrupted Midoriya, who also looked at Bakugou curiously.
“I work a lot harder than all of you assholes during a show! I’m sick of fucking standing around, and these losers aren’t even interesting. I’ll be in my room.” Before anyone could stop him, the door slammed shut with his exit, and you turned your attention to Midoriya as he sighed.
“A-aha, I’m sorry about Kacchan! He’s uh… he doesn’t like meetups much.”
“That’s a shame…” You mumbled under your breath, already missing his presence. You could still feel that glare on you, so threatening and dangerous. This had been your chance to really make yourself stand out from the crowd and show him how genuinely interested you were in him, and you wasted it. You cared about him more than these other women that fawned over him like brainless zombies. You were perfect for him. You knew you were, without a doubt, and you wanted him.
It was true that the rest of the band members were close to your heart, that you admired all of them as your heroes. But Bakugou… You had just ruined your chance to talk with him and get to know him.
There wasn’t anything else you could do.
“Is there a bathroom I can use?” Your question once again popped out of your mouth during the middle of a conversation, though instead of stopping it, Kirishima smiled at you sweetly. His kind face and gentle touch to your arm to lead you away from the group so he could talk to you had your heart racing, almost too scared to take a step in fear that you’d trip with how distracted you were by his face.
“Yeah, babe. Go left down the hall, you’ll see it marked. Don’t get yourself into trouble, m’kay?”
B-babe? Aahh, why would he call me that? He’s too sweet for his own good. Cheeks flushing, you gave a small nod, thanking him quietly before heading out of the room, taking a final quick glance at the group behind you to catch Kirishima giving you a playful wave. Of course, by the time you stepped outside into the hallway, Bakugou had already vanished. Using what you had remembered of the route to get to this room from backstage, you hadn’t seen anything that was labeled as a changing room for any of the men. So, you went left down the hall as you had originally been instructed, glancing at each door you passed to see if there were any names scribbled on the dry erase board many of them sported.
Your heart nearly stopped when you finally saw it. Bakugou Katsuki, written in red marker with a shitty doodle of what looked to be a hand holding up the middle finger, along with the words “fuck off”. Before going in, you took a moment to press your ear up against the door, listening closely to see if there were any signs of life. There wasn’t a single sound or hint of movement, so gathering your courage and glancing up and down the hall for danger, you took hold of the doorknob, your heart beginning to race as it moved without resistance.
With a quiet click, the door opened, not making another sound as you cracked it just enough to look inside. The lights were on, and your suspicions that he hadn’t been inside were confirmed. Feeling a bit discouraged, you considered just going back to the room to finish off your time with the rest of the band. That would probably be enough to satisfy your longing for them, right? The others could be great company, and maybe Bakugou would come back before you left.
But, deep in your chest, you could feel the need to be with Bakugou alone to talk to him one on one. You wanted his attention more than anything, and you knew that there wasn’t going to be another chance for you to see him this close again any time soon. No, you couldn’t run away. You had already come too far to back out now. What’s the worst he could do? Kick you out? Call security to have you removed? Call you names? Press you up against the wall and threaten you?
Ah, well, maybe that wasn’t all that bad. You’d probably melt in his hands and collapse on the floor in a blushing puddle of tears if he so much as touched you.
Gathering your resolve, you pushed yourself on into the room, walking lightly and glancing this way and that to make sure he wasn’t just laying on some furniture or something to take a nap. Feeling confident that he wasn’t in the room, you shut the door behind you with a light click, taking a few timid steps into the room. Almost instantly, you were completely engulfed by the scent of his body spray, which you had only been faintly able to pick up while in the group. It was such a powerful scent, bold and intense, just like him. How quickly just the simple scent of him made your core burning hot was a bit staggering, feeling your knees already growing weak and your chest growing tight.
This is harder than I thought… Just from smelling him like this I feel like I’m going crazy. And he’s not even in here! I should leave before I get too distracted… But… This is his stuff!
Beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed being in the presence of Bakugou’s possessions, your teary gaze scanned the room methodically, surprised to see that the room was actually very well kept. With his brash personality, you more expected Bakugou’s personal space to be a wreck, but the only thing that was really out of place was a small pile of clothes tossed aside next to a suitcase. A desire to be close to Bakugou driving you, there wasn’t a moment of hesitation as you made your way towards it, squatting down. Right on top was the tank top he had just been wearing, still soaked with his sweat. It was the most recent thing that had touched his body. It still had his essence all over it. How could you just leave it there?
Picking it up, you brought the shirt up to your nose, inhaling deeply. It was absolutely delicious, your body quivering from the excitement and adrenaline beginning to pump through your veins. You were actually holding one of Bakugou’s sweaty shirts in your hands, one that he had just performed in! This was absolutely real. It wasn’t a dream!
Becoming overwhelmed with your feelings for him, you flopped back to sit on your butt, spreading your legs open. Since you were wearing fishnet hose with decently large holes, you had direct access to your already soaked pussy, the little lace thong easily moved aside. Now, all that existed to you was the scent wafting off his shirt and your fingers eagerly stroking your sex, alternating between stroking your clit and digging two of your fingers inside you. The cloth of the t-shirt pressed up against your lips and nose, you panted and moaned softly against it, imagining that you were right up against his chest, his fingers teasing your cunt.
You were so engrossed in your fantasy that you could even hear him taunting you, that deep growl of his voice in your ear.
“That’s right, babygirl. You like when I finger that slutty pussy, don’t you?”
“You’re so fucking wet, you little whore. Dripping all for me.”
“Getting horny just from the smell on my clothes? You dirty fuck.”
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
The sudden rattling boom of a familiar yell startled you out of your pleasant daydream, turning your moan into a squeal as you nearly jumped out of your skin. Spinning around, you were met with the wide-eyed shocked crimson glare of your dream man, who was standing halfway in the room, as if he had stopped in his tracks upon seeing you. All you could do was sit there in shock, still holding his shirt up to your face as your other hand tried to pull your skirt down between your legs, as if to hide your sin.
“I,” Stuttering, you tried to gather yourself, clenching your thighs together tightly. “I, uhm, Bakugou, it’s not- How’d you… get in?”
His shocked expression contorted into one of confusion, then into annoyance, his brows furrowed deeply as he startled at you. “Are you fucking kidding me? You didn’t lock the door, ya dumb cunt.” Walking the rest of the way inside, he slammed the door shut loudly behind him, startling you again enough to scurry back against the wall, your knees pulled up to your chest protectively. “What the fuck are you even questioning me for? You’re the horny bitch sitting on my floor sniffing my fucking clothes and touching yourself.” Without having to look back at the doorknob, Bakugou gave the little lock a twist, setting the latch firmly in place.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you could only stare at him, your eyes captivated by that fierce glare. How hot he made you only intensified now that he was back in your presence, and more than that, the asshole was even shirtless. His flawless muscular figure made your mouth feel dry, as if any and all liquid your body could produce was pooling between your legs. It was everything you could do not to start touching yourself again, clutching onto his shirt with both hands tightly. “I… I’m sorry. I just… I-”
“You’re just a damn psycho fan, aren’t ya?” Reaching up to give his hair a quick ruffle, Bakugou started making his way towards you, his ruined and ragged skater shoes squeaking against the smooth wooden floor. “I’m surprised you didn’t rip your shirt off during the fucking concert and throw your bra on stage.”
“I’m not stupid like those girls… I have dignity. And I don’t want a bunch of other people seeing my tits anyway.” Your voice lowered down to a meek whisper by the time he stood in front of you, both of his hands on his hips, as if he were about to scold you like an angry parent. With him so close, your eyes glanced over every inch of his bare torso, drinking in how absolutely flawless he was. What was even more enticing was the piercings he had so proudly boasted about not long ago, a pair of them placed on his collarbones, nipples, and hips.
“Tch, dignity?” Bakugou scoffed, a sly smirk crossing his lips. “‘Dignity’, the little slut says, as she sits on the floor in my dressing room fucking herself to the stench on my shirt. Pathetic.”
“What are… Are you going to kick me out?”
“There’s a lot that I could do to you,” Bakugou’s smirk turned wicked, his lips curling up to show his gums. “But how about you tell me what the fuck you were doing in here?”
“I just… I really wanted to get an autograph or picture with you. You’re my,” Your breath caught in your throat, not wanting to let it slip that he was your absolute dream man. “You’re my favorite band member.”
“Then what are you doing with my clothes?”
An intense burning suddenly rushed to your cheeks with a new round of embarrassment, and with it came the stinging sensation of tears building up in your eyes. What had you been doing? You had just wanted to talk to him more, to get to know him better, and just spend time with your hero. And yet, you had let yourself get completely overwhelmed by a burning desire for him, one that was just too strong to ignore in the moment of solitude with his possessions. You knew that you had a very intense crush on him, but that bad and that… gross? You had told yourself over and over that you weren’t like the desperate women who would do anything filthy to get his attention, yet here you were, sniffing his clothes and touching yourself.
“I… I don’t know what I was doing.” Your voice quivered as you avoided looking at him, trying to blink the tears away. “That was really gross of me. I had just… wanted to see you in private. I wasn’t getting a chance to talk to you, to any of you, and… I just wanted my chance.”
“You wanted your chance, eh?” Bakugou brought a hand up to his chin, rubbing it as if he were in thought, contemplating his options. “So much that you’d sneak into my room, to wait for me or try to corner me?”
Swallowing the lump that had grown in your throat, you coward down back against the wall, wishing that you could just shrink away in shame. Your impulses had completely ruined your chances. He had to think you were a total freak by now, he’d never want to even give you the time of day.
“Ya know,” Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest, taking a half step closer to you. His posture and presence over you was so aggressive and domineering that you couldn’t find it in yourself to move, only pulling your legs up tighter to your chest to try and get further away from him. “You talk all big, saying that you’re not like those other extras out there that’ll drop their pants in seconds for me. That you have ‘dignity’. But I don’t think that’s true. I think you’re just like those other sluts out there, a stupid whore that is driven by nothing but her cunt.”
You gave a small shake of your head, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs and the swirling in your stomach from how he was treating you. You couldn’t believe it was turning you on so much. “No, I… That isn’t what I wanted.”
“I think it is. You’re disgusting. Nothing but a filthy super fan and a stalker. Why don’t you just admit it?”
“Because… It’s not true. I love you, but not… It’s not all like that.”
“If you loved me, you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” The change in tone caught you off guard, his voice no longer accusatory and vicious. Instead, his growl was almost soothing, as if he were trying to calm your frantic thoughts of failure. “You’d do anything to stay in the same room as me. To just be able to fucking look at me or get a shitty autograph, hm?”
“I would… yes.” Your heart racing, you tried to blink away the tears still prickling in your eyes, but they were persistent. “But if you want me to leave, I’ll… do that, too. I shouldn’t have come here like this in the first place…”
“You regret it?” Bakugou moved his hands back to his hips, his fingers resting against the pristine shape of his hips with such rugged and confident posture. You were so conflicted on your feelings, and that question only made your throat grow tight. Did you regret it? All your actions up to this point had gotten you here, alone in his room with him, and no matter what the interaction was or may end up being, just getting to be here was a dream come true.
But what would you do? Would you really do anything he asked of you? Anything? In truth, you didn’t think that you had the courage and you would just annoy him until he kicked you out. What would he even want from you in the first place? You weren’t innocent enough to not have noticed the bulge beneath the zipper of his shorts, pressing up into the fabric. Was this entire situation, having you cowering on the floor in front of him like this, actually turning him on? Did he… like you, then? Was he attracted to you?
“I asked you a question.” Bakugou snapped when you didn’t answer him, leaning forward a bit to glower down at you with that typical snarl.
“I don’t… I don’t regret it. I just don’t want to upset you.”
“Aw, don’t want to upset me, eh?” With a click of his tongue, Bakugou’s snarl stretched into a smirk. “Poor little stalker, scared to upset me. Don’t worry, babygirl. Just do what I ask, and you won’t upset me.”
“Really? You’re not upset?”
“Not at all, babe. But you have to do what I say. You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?” The condescending growl of his voice was lost to you, only able to latch on to the pet names and hope of getting back on his good side.
“Yes.”
“Because you’re not like those other girls. You're my number one fan. Aren’t you?”
A new burning of heat and tears flared up, unable to stop the happy smile on your lips. “Yes. Yes! I am! I love you so much-”
“Get on your knees.”
Smile faltering, you were confused by the demand, looking up at Bakugou through your gathered tears. “What?”
“Get on your fucking knees.” Bakugou snapped again, the gleam in his glare almost… sinister. Still, there was something in you that begged for you to comply, and just like your impulses earlier, you couldn’t ignore it. Squeezing the fabric of his shirt tightly in your hands, you slowly shifted yourself up onto your knees as demanded, though the space between him and the wall was limited. Worried about your face being too close to his crotch, you sat back mostly on your legs, but he was quick to correct you.
“All the way up on your knees.”
Nibbling at your bottom lip, you pushed yourself up to be kneeling, your eyes glancing and looking everywhere but at the crotch of his baggy blank punk shorts, which reached his knees and ended in tattered fabric. The chains on both hips rattled lightly as he shifted his weight to his other foot, and that slight sound pulled your eyes to look at them, and thus at his crotch. At this angle, you could truly see how strained he was, the form of his cock clearly visible. The heat in your cheeks grew fiercer just thinking about what was just a few inches from your nose, and what was worse, the smell of him was overwhelming all your senses. He must have just recently reapplied his spray after sweating like mad for hours on end, but even his natural scent was enticing.
“What are you looking at, babe?”
Bakugou’s voice broke you out of your stupor, bringing you to look up at his face. “Nothing… Just, well…” Your voice tapered off, unable to find it within you to ask him. He obviously had a boner, but what the hell did that mean?
“Open your mouth. Keep those pretty eyes on my face.” His commands had grown softer, as if he were purring at you to keep you compliant. Opening your mouth as told, you peered up at him through your lashes, tilting your head back a little. The way his smirk grew had your skin tingling, but that isn’t what had all your attention. Your focus was on his hips, listening to the rustling of fabric and watching the movement of his arms through your peripheral vision. “Good girl. Now stick out your tongue. And don’t move.”
Slowly, your tongue lolled out, and the low groan he gave in satisfaction of your obedience had you opening your mouth wider. As you sat there waiting for him, you could feel the saliva beginning to dribble down your chin and along the length of your tongue, gathering in a slick pool before dripping off the tip of your tongue to the floor.
Suddenly, you felt a hard and hot presence slap against your tongue, making you squeak and recoil back. Though, before you could get far, your hair was in Bakugou’s fist, yanking you back up into position and peering up at him in shocked fear. He was visibly agitated, but his smirk was still wide, teeth bared.
“What do you think you’re doing, slut? I said don’t move. You told me you’d do anything I say.”
Trembling now, you pulled your gaze from his to look at his hips, pressing your lips together tightly as you gazed upon his erect cock. As he held it steady with his free hand, you couldn’t help but take in every detail, from the girth and length, the prominent veins and ridges, and the frenum barbell piercing nestled just under the blushing head. It was truly the most attractive cock you had ever seen in your life, and a fire began to rage in your core as you realized that was what had just hit your tongue.
Bakugou’s cock… He… He wants me to suck him off? What if I’m not good enough… I shouldn’t!
You could feel the heat of your essence beginning to dribble down your thighs, your poor excuse for underwear and hose completely soaked through. You could feel the throbbing all the way into your stomach, and it was impossible to deny that you were the horniest you had ever been. But this isn’t what you had expected or wanted to do. Was it?
“That’s what you said, isn’t it?” Bakugou pulled your head a bit closer, giving you a few rough smacks to the cheek with his impressive cock. “You would do anything for me.” With your lips still tightly closed, he ran the tip of his cock across them, smearing his precum along your skin. “So be a good girl and give my cock a little kiss. Be sweet, now.”
Although the demand was embarrassing, the pressure of his grip on your hair and his cock literally at your lips made you feel like you truly didn’t have a choice. He was in control of all of this. He could do anything he wanted. He could get you arrested, even. You had to do what he said, not only for your own benefit, but because you adored him. So, you placed a tender kiss right beneath the head, your eyes fluttering closed. Abandoning the t-shirt in your hands, you reached up to softly caress his cock, using your grip to move it up to give you more access to the underside. Your kisses were quite timid at first, but as one lingered against the underside of his shaft, the pulsing you could feel against your lips made your body ache.
Eventually, your kisses became more passionate, even giving light suckles and little kitten licks, teasing the piercing and the sensitive head. Hearing him groan with the attention pulled your eyes up to look at him, a bit surprised to see that his cheeks were quite flushed, and his smirk had faded. Was he really enjoying this?
Bracing himself against the wall with his free hand, Bakugou only further crushed you with his overwhelming presence and dominance, making you pause in worry. “Good girl. Now open your fucking mouth.”
The instant your lips parted wide enough, Bakugou simultaneously pulled your head and pressed his hips forward, shoving his cock into your mouth, the tip stopping at the back of your tongue. Squeaking and groaning in surprise of the forced entry, you clutched on tightly to his thighs, only just having noticed that his shorts had fallen around his feet. His boxers had simply been pushed down out of the way, but the elastic kept them up on his hips for now. You were unable to move, his grip on your hair too tight to pull back. He didn’t want you to do the work?
“That’s it, baby. Keep that mouth nice and open for my cock. You don’t gag easily do you?” You could hear the feigned concern in the question, and the only answer you could give is a furrow of your brow, new tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “Oh well. Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”
It was then that Bakugou began to thrust his hips, fucking your mouth slow and shallow. You were actually surprised that he started out so cautious, but you could tell that the pleasure was beginning to grow quickly. “Fuck babe, you’re such a good little slut for me.” Ever so slightly, he began to thrust faster and deeper, until the tip of his cock was hitting against the back of your throat. You were lucky that you didn’t have a strong gag reflex, as you knew that anyone who did would have already puked all over him. But you could take it. You could take it for him, to let him have his way with you just to stay with him a little longer.
Though, you were finding that it was difficult, breathing in through your nose and trying to distract yourself from the burning in your jaw. Each thrust had your nose touching his pelvis and his balls slapping against your chin, which was coated in drool that dripped freely. It was so difficult to handle him, in fact, that you couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks, only further displacing your already ruined makeup from crying earlier. You were a mess already, but the fire within you didn’t falter. If not for needing to grip onto his thighs to keep you balanced, you would be touching yourself again, the craving for your own pleasure just as suffocating as the dick in your throat.
Still, your struggles were worth it. You got to watch Bakugou’s expression, his brow no longer furrowed in anger but in pleasure, his eyes glazed over with the undying need for release. His face was flushed and sweat was already beginning to drip down along his skin, his body still affected by the intense performance he hadn’t finished not even an hour ago. The way his body moved, muscles tensing and rolling beneath your grip on his thighs. He was so gorgeous.
You had expected him to finish in your mouth, but after some time of fucking your throat raw, he stopped, holding the back of your head as he dug his cock as deep in as he could. You groaned and whined from the pressure, wishing desperately for relief while pushing on his thighs. With his own groan and hiss of pleasure, Bakugou pulled out of your mouth slowly, his smirk returning as he took in the sight of you. “You should see yourself. Filthy. Keep your tongue out.” When he finally removed himself completely, you took in a deep breath, gasping and panting to try and recover from the brutality you had to endure. Your tongue, however, stayed out as he demanded, allowing him to rub the underside of his tip against it.
“You’re fuckin’ hot, you know that? So fucking sexy. I bet you have a nice tight little pussy, too.” After a few rough slaps of his cock against your tongue, he took a step back, stepping out of his shorts as he did so as well as his shoes, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. “Stand the fuck up.”
Swallowing hard, you took the moment of getting to your feet to wipe your chin of the mess of liquids, but you didn’t get much time to steady yourself. Snatched by the arm, Bakugou dragged you over a few feet towards the couch, grabbing you once again by the hair and forcing you down over the armrest. The couch was quite tall, so with your upper body pressed into the cushions and your hips snuggly in place against the armrest, you could barely touch the floor with your tiptoes. It was another uncomfortable position, but you ignored the pressure on your belly as your ass was suddenly exposed to the cold air of the room, your skirt flipped up out of the way.
“Fuck you have a nice ass.” Gripping your backside with both hands firmly, Bakugou squeezed and spread you open, taking in the pleasant view. “What a fucking punk poser you are with these shitty fishnets. They don’t even do shit.” Digging his fingers into the holes along your crotch, he gave a rough yank, ripping the fabric open to give him easy access. “Holy fucking shit, you should see how wet you are, babygirl.”
You whimpered at the feeling of his thumb stroking along your sex, the slick that coated your skin giving him no resistance. You could feel it, all over your inner thighs and aching cunt, but now your favorite person in the entire world could see it, too. He could see how wet he made you, how getting tossed around by him made you feel.
I… I didn’t agree to all of this. I know it isn’t right. I didn’t want it to go this far, but… How can I stop him? Why would I stop him? He’s… I love him so much! I want him to touch me, even though I know I shouldn’t--
Your thoughts were cut off by your own gasp, your body tensing and legs bending at the knee involuntarily at the sudden pleasure that rocked through your body. You knew what it was, his tongue hot and eager against your clit as he ate you out. The sounds of him lapping at your cunt and grunting in delight at the taste of you had your mind spinning, the pleasure devouring your body. Not wanting to be heard by anyone outside, you moaned and gasped into the fabric of the couch cushion, digging your nails into it as you did everything you could to not writhe out of his grip.
You were so sensitive to his touch that you could feel everything, from his nails digging into your hips to the way his tongue piercing slid across your clit. It was as if he knew exactly how to use it to be able to drive you completely insane, the hard metal sending shocks of lightning through your body with each stroke and flick.
“Ba-Bakugou, ahh-!” You tugged and pulled at the couch cushion in your grip, digging the toes of your boots into the floor. “It’s too much! Wait--!”
“Too much? Don’t be such a fucking wimp. You’re my little slut, aren’t you? You can take anything I give you.” As he stood back up, you looked up at him over your shoulder, having to peek through your messy hair to see him. That wicked and excited smirk was back, and you were only able to watch as he gripped your ass in his hands, sliding his cock between your cheeks to coat himself in your essence. “And I know what you want me to give to you. You want my dick inside you, babygirl?”
Immediately, you stomach rolled nervously, eyes on the tip of his cock and the precum dribbling from it. You were on birth control, there wasn’t necessarily anything risky about that, but there was something else that pricked at the back of your mind. If you did this with him, then you knew that you could never settle for another man. You would want him forever, as you always had, but would you ever get a chance like this again? Would you ever even see him again after today?
It doesn’t matter… I’ll do it!
“Yes! Yes, Bakugou, I want you.” You were surprised as he leaned away from you for a moment, though what he was doing was quickly made clear as he came back into full view with a drumstick. The way that it was beaten and chipped told you that it was one he had used that performance, and the other was probably close by, set to be discarded or handed out to fans.
“And why do you want me?” Bakugou dug the stick into your hose, giving a sharp yank to further rip the delicate fabric and expose more of your ass to him fully. “Just because I’m your favorite of the band?”
“No!” You couldn’t help but become defensive. “I… I care about you more than that!” You bit down onto your bottom lip as he began to run the tip of the stick across your skin towards your cunt, mind racing with thoughts of what he was going to do with it. You could still feel and see his cock between your cheeks, hot and pulsing, and you were honestly surprised that he could hold out to tease you this long. Just seeing you like this, bent over and so submissive, was enough to keep him going long enough to torture you a bit.
“You love me? Even though I’ve slapped you, pulled your hair, and fucked your throat until you went hoarse? Even though I have your ass bent over the couch and haven’t given you any more than a few minutes of pleasure?” Suddenly, he brought the stick down hard onto your ass, making you yelp out and tremble beneath him. The pain was so good! You wanted that again, and you received it without having to ask, a moan slipping from your lips.
“Yes! I’ll love you no matter what you do to me! Always! I love it when you throw me around and use me like this! Please, use me more! I’m your little slut, Bakugou--” You were silenced as he leaned over you, his palm pressing into the side of your face and pushing the hair roughly away from obscuring your flushed and teary features. Now with your full attention, Bakugou smirked, narrowing his eyes at you.
“No, no, my pet. Call me by my name.”
The heat that rushed to your face made even his burning palms feel cool, trying to blink the tears away as they rushed down the side of your nose to soak into the couch. Was he being serious? He wanted you to call him by name… by his first name. Something that he never allowed anyone but those close to him to do, and you had seen him on more than one occasion snap at people when they did it. He was huge on respect and feeling dominant over others, so to him, his given name was sacred.
“Ka… Katsuki…” You couldn’t speak any louder than an airy whisper, though his reaction was enough to tell you that he enjoyed it. Smirk growing, Bakugou sat up from over your back, his fingers curling into your ruined hair as he began to rut his hips against you. His cock stroked slowly against your ass, his tip teasingly pressing into your cunt before slipping up back between your cheeks.
“Again.” The drumstick still in his free hand, he brought it down hard onto the already abused and welted cheek, right as your voice had begun to leave your lips.
“Ka-ah! Katsuki!” With another whack, your body instinctively tried to shift away from him, though all it did was off set his cock. His tip slipped into you, making you pause, both from the feeling and from the irritated growl that left his chest.
“What a naughty little bitch, trying to get me to fuck you before I say so.”
“N-no, it was just--”
“-- Well if you want it so fucking bad, I’ll give it to you!” Abandoning your hair and the drumstick, he gripped your hips tightly in both hands, sinking his cock into you with one quick snap of his hips. “I’ll show you who fucking owns you!”
You didn’t have time to think or respond as he began to fuck you, fast and hard. Already, the pleasure was overwhelming, rolling through your body like electricity. It was perfect, everything you had ever imagined and more. The way he filled you up to the absolute brim, not leaving a single inch of you untouched, had the coil in your core tightening so quickly that you couldn’t even think about how to restrain it. You were going to cum very quickly, and you had never wanted to so badly in your life.
“How does my cock feel inside you, slut?”
“G-good,” You struggled to choke out a response behind your moans, which squeaked with surprise as he picked up the pace. “It feels good!”
“You want to cum all over it, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Beg for it.”
At first, you couldn’t even comprehend what he was asking you, your mind growing hazy to everything but the pleasure. “I… please!” You reached back, clutching onto his hand tightly, digging your nails into his skin in hopes that it would keep him latched to you. “Please! Please let me cum, Katsuki! I want to cum all over your cock! I love it!”
When the pleasure stopped, all you could do was sit there in shock, the emptiness you felt as he pulled out of you making your stomach sink. Had you said the wrong thing? Before you could really ask him, you were grabbed by the elbows and lifted up off the couch, your body flipped so you were sitting on the armrest with your legs now loosely hooked around his hips. In the next moment, his strong arms were around your body, one hooked around your hips to pull them snug against his own while the other supported your upper body. What shocked you more than that was the fierceness of his lips against yours, kissing you with intense passion and aggressiveness that you couldn’t help but to give in.
Wrapping your arms around his torso, you moaned and gasped softly into the kiss, his hips once again rutting against yours to stroke his length against your clit. For a moment, things seemed to feel different than they had during this entire experience. It wasn’t as if he were using you anymore, doing everything entirely for his own benefit. Instead, his touch was attentive, caressing you and moving your body into position without force. Even the way he kissed you was quick to change, from dominating your mouth to a more tender sweetness. You didn’t ever want it to end, but you allowed it when he pulled away, gazing up into his piercing crimson gaze as he pressed his forehead against yours.
“I want to see that pretty face when you cum.” The growl against your lips was teetering on threatening, as if he were warning you to not even think about turning away or hiding your face in his shoulder. “I want to see how good my cock makes you feel, baby. So cum all over it like a good girl.” As he began to sink his cock into you slowly, you couldn’t control your reactions to it, Your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed as he bottomed out inside you, even biting down onto your bottom lip as you whined.
“Yes, Katsuki--” Your voice hitched as he began to thrust into you again, his cock reaching even deeper inside you that it had been before. “--Please watch my face… See how happy you make me!”
“That’s right, you slut. That’s because you belong to me, don’t you? You’d do anything for me.” As he fucked you, he relied on your grip on him to keep you up, both of his hands moving to grip your hips again. As the pleasure began to boil, you dug your nails into his back, your voice spiking as he became rougher with the added pain.
“Yes! Yes, anything! I’ll be your little slut forever, Katsuki! Just please don’t stop!” It was impossible to tear your eyes away from his even if you wanted to, but it was more than just the fact that they were intoxicating. He may have wanted to watch your face for the visual expressions of pleasure, but he didn’t realize that his demand to keep your eyes on him gave away more than he probably had expected to. There was no anger or frustration that you had seen before. Instead, he seemed absolutely overwhelmed with the pleasure himself, just as you were, and the flushing of his cheeks paired with his upwards furrowed brow gave him almost a… desperate look. Like he was pushing himself to make sure he was fucking you as well as he possibly could.
Was he feeling some self-consciousness about all of this, too? Or regret for pushing you to this, unwillingly at first? You didn’t know, and you knew in the end he wouldn’t tell you if you asked.
“Fucking hell, babygirl, your pussy is so fucking tight,” Bakugou pressed his forehead against yours again, wrapping his arms back around your waist to hold you closer, both to the edge of the armrest and his body. “You’re the best fuck I’ve had in months. I hope you’re ready for my cum all over that pretty face--”
“No!” You moved your arms to wrap around his neck instead, one hand pressing against the back of his head with fingers tangled in his hair. “Come inside me! Please, Katsuki, I want you to fill me up! It’s okay--” Your voice cracked with a cry of pleasure, your encouragement pushing him to fuck you harder and deeper.
“Then cum for me, bitch. Cum all over my cock.”
With that command, you couldn’t hold the coil still any longer. It shattered with his movements inside you, each rough hit of his tip against your cervix only prolonging your orgasm and sending wave after wave of harsh pleasure through your body. Trembling, you squeezed onto him tightly, clutching a fist full of his hair and kissing him roughly, moaning and sighing softly into the kiss as he didn’t give you a moment to breathe. Within moments after your climax, his thrusts became slower and erratic, before he was finally able to release.
Groaning and cursing against your lips, Bakugou kept his gaze locked with yours, not giving you any room to move or pull back as he came inside you. How hot it was coating your walls made you shiver, squeezing his hips with your thighs and pulling yourself in closer. It was an incredible high, and as you both came down from it together, you both loosened your grip on each other.
For a moment, you stayed connected, your head on his shoulder with your forehead pressed against his neck, able to feel his pulse against your skin and his chest heaving against yours. Had all of this really just happened? You were pressed up against your crush, his arms wrapped around you with one large hand stroking up and down your back softly. It was so strange compared to his aggressive demeanor just moments before. You knew that it should have made you happy, but instead, all it did was confuse you, and you felt a new wave of tears rush down your flushed cheeks.
Able to feel your tears run down his chest, Bakugou gave a click of his tongue, prying you off him with little pressure. In the same moment, he slipped his semi flaccid dick from within your still aching cunt, pulling his boxers back into place to cover himself. “Fucking crying again? Seriously?”
Steadying yourself on the armrest with your hands, you kept your gaze downcast, squeezing your legs together as you could feel his cum beginning to leak out. “I’m sorry, Bakugou, I just--”
“--Katsuki!”
His loud correction made you jump, looking up at his face in shock as he glowered down at you. His cheeks were still flushed red, but you were unsure if it was from the exertion of what you had just done or from something else. Reaching over, Bakugou wiped your cheeks roughly with his thumbs, before giving you a bump to the bottom of your chin, as if telling you to cheer up. “I already fucking told you, psycho fan. Katsuki.”
“Right. I… should I leave now?”
Unsure of what to do with yourself, you stared up at Bakugou expectantly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. With another click of his tongue, Bakugou bent over and snatched the forgotten drum stick up off the floor, taking a few steps away towards the vanity that was neatly organized with what you assumed he wore during a performance. Picking up what looked like a marker, Bakugou wrote something on the thick end of the drumstick, before presenting it to you. “Here.”
Feeling your throat begin to close up as nerves began to take hold of you, it took you a moment to even find the courage to look at the stick, scared of what he might have written on it. Of course, it was probably just his autograph, which he had promised you at the beginning of all this. There wasn’t much time to look at it, though, before Bakugou huffed, shoving it against your chest and forcing you to grab it. “Take the damn thing!”
Body still feeling quite weak, you squeaked as you fell backwards onto the couch from his push, clutching the drumstick tightly. You could see the tips of Bakugou’s ears flush as he scoffed, pointing towards the door that led out into the hallway. It was… cute.
“Will you get out! Fuck, you’ve wasted enough of my time for now, go back to your friends!”
For now…?
Sitting up, you took a moment to fix your hair and wipe your face again, using the edge of your shirt to help you. “Do I look clean enough?”
“You look just as fucking hot as you did when I first walked in. Now you better fucking leave, and I expect you to do what I say.” Walking over towards his pile of laundry, Bakugou picked up the shirt he had caught you with, tossing it at you and hitting you in the face. “And take that shit with you! You like it so much; you can have it.”
Clutching both of your new prized possessions close to your chest, you hopped up like an excited child, smiling wide and squealing as you hopped towards the door. “Aahh, thank you, Katsuki! Thank you! I’m… sorry again for intruding…”
“Yeah, and I’m sorry for the welts on your ass. Now fuck off!” Bakugou barked again, trying to rush you out for whatever reason. Stepping outside, you couldn’t help but take a moment to lean back against the wall when the door shut, breathing heavily and blushing fiercely. In truth, you weren’t sure what to make of that entire endeavor, thrown into a confusing mix of shame, embarrassment, arousal, and longing. You shouldn’t have done that, and yet, you just didn’t want to leave his side.
“Got a little lost, didn’t ya, babe?”
The squeal that left your lips was quickly doused by the t-shirt in your hand, jumping and nearly slamming yourself back against the wall in shock of the unexpected voice. Standing across the hall was Kirishima, whose presence you were surprised you didn’t notice immediately. The mischievous smirk on his lips quickly widened into a pleasant grin, uncrossing his arms and pushing himself off the wall to stand up straight. Had he been waiting for you to come out?
“You skipped the bathroom, you know! It’s down that way. I decided to come look for you before we were forced to call security guards, but I guess Bakugou found you first.”
“A-ah, sorry! I… saw him go in his room and I just wanted an autograph.” Holding your treasures close to your chest, your stomach rolled nervously as Kirishima leaned in closer, his eyes locked on the visible part of the drumstick.
“Aahh, I get it! Bakugou can be kind of a jerk, I’m surprised! But uh… if you want to convince anyone else that you were just getting an autograph, you should really go to the bathroom. I’m sure Bakugou didn’t give you a mirror, but you look like you had a real good time.” You could hear the tone in his voice lower from friendly to flirtatious, and you quickly tried to fix your hair.
“H-he told me I looked fine!”
“To him you probably do. May I?” Still grinning with a friendly disposition, you glanced at both of Kirishima’s hands as he held them up in an offering of help, before nodding timidly. He began to run his rough fingers through your hair, fixing it back into a state of normalcy with a tender touch that was so opposite to what you had just experienced with Bakugou. “You’re cute. I can see why he was so into you right away.”
“That isn’t… normal for him?” Your eyes glanced over Kirishima’s exposed muscular arms and sides, the deep cut in the arms of his tank showing all the way to his hips. You thought you saw his smile turn sly out of the corner of your eye, but you couldn’t be sure.
“Nah sweetheart. Bakugou might be a lot of things, but he doesn’t go for random chicks.” Seemingly satisfied, Kirishima also used his thumbs to wipe your cheeks and under your eyes. “Such a messy thing.”
“Thank you, Kirishima… I’m… I’m really sorry for causing you trouble.” Your heartbeat grew heavier as the redhead in front of you didn’t step back, towering over you just as the blonde had. “I’ll go to the restroom and then... Back to the group.”
With a chuckle, Kirishima nodded, tapping the end of the drumstick a few times. “You do that! I’ll meet you back there, just going to have a few words with our drummer. Careful with this stuff, yeah? Someone might just try to take it.”
“I will…”
“Go on, then, scoot.” With a nudge, you were pushed forward down the hall gently, only taking a moment to look back at the pleasant smiling man behind you. He was so different from Bakugou and yet they were the closest friends in the band. You knew that Bakugou was going to tell him everything, and you could only hope that it was going to end up a positive conversation. You hated the thought of Kirishima spending the rest of the VIP visit looking at you in disgust, or even the possibility of him putting you down in front of everyone.
Flustered, you scurried down the hall into the bathroom, slipping into a stall. After pushing down what was left of your hoes and your drenched thong, you plopped to sit, relieving yourself as you held the t-shirt and drumstick close to your chest. Though, it dawned on you that you hadn’t even looked at what Bakugou had written on the stick, so growing curious, you held it with both hands and spun it slowly to look over every inch. The ridges, dents, and splints in the wood were marks of every beat Bakugou had played, a solid crack down the middle representing just how powerful he was.
In truth, you felt like that drumstick. You were always a splintered person, emotionally broken and splintered off from the world. And yet, Bakugou had touched you with his passion. But did that mean that you were truly broken now? Could you ever be used again by any other person, or would you snap into pieces the instant your heart tried to find its beat again?
Eyes tearing up, you tried to blink them away, carefully running your finger along the crack until it met with a smudge of black writing. Unlike what you expected, there was no autograph. Instead, the words “Call Me” were scribbled in the black ink, along with a series of numbers.
Is that… his cell phone number?! It’s different from what I had found… Those must have been fakes.
Reaching down into your boot, you pulled out your phone, having placed it there for safe keeping, though you were surprised it stayed in place the entire time in Bakugou’s room. Without an ounce of hesitation, you created his contact and started a message, sending it so quickly you didn’t even consider the consequences, though his words did ring in your ear loud enough to make you think he was right beside you.
“Now you better fucking leave, and I expect you to do what I say.”
He said to call him, but… texting is the same, right?
Me 10:45 pm: Katsuki?
Bakugou 10:47 pm: hey babygirl. ever been to an after party?
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Ramblings watches Halo (2022)
Episode 1: Contact (or: remember those walls I built).
"Sometimes others know things I do not"
@sonofcarnelian , my twin flame, and I have many similar interests. Star wars, Evangelion, DC comics, huge fandoms overlap for us. But of course, there are some things that we don't crossover on. Science tells us that we are, in fact, different people. He has stepped into my world of romance novels with his excellent Bridgeton write ups, so it's only fair I take a step into his.
My video game experience is limited, essentially, to games I could play on the Sega Genesis, the Nintendo DS, and my phone. Everything I know about games outside of my narrow range of experience, I have learned essentially against my will. So for this watchthrough I had two clear options in front of me. I could research everything I can about Halo, tv tropes, wikipedia etc or I could go in totally and completely blind. And of course, I’ve decided on the option that makes me look the most like a fool.
But in all honesty, in fairness to myself, a good adaptation should function for people who have no expertise in the subject matter. I have, nor will I ever, read the Princess Bride book because I believe the movie is perfect and literally don’t want my views on this subject to change. So I want to analyze Halo (2022) series blind, knowing that my compatriot will educate me and we’ll be able to meet in the middle as we so often do.
One more pre note, I just want to put out everything that i know/believe I know about Halo, so you know where I’m coming from:
Master chief is the main character in Halo. I believe he is a man. I have often accidentally typed in master chief when I meant to type in master chef and I am very excited to have that scenario reversed.
Cortana is also from Halo? I assume she is a woman based on the way names end? But I don’t know anything about her at all.
The armor from Halo looks dope; green, orange little view screen
Despite what I just said about it being green, I’m 90% sure that Halo is what red vs. blue exists within (I have also never seen red vs blue but i exist online)
That’s literally all I know! Let’s go, babies!
We begin on the planet Madrigal, and while soon it will be decimated, I am really digging the aesthetic and vibe. The style of the world feels unique without being outrageous. We follow Kwan, a teenager and soon to be only survivor, and her look is layers upon layers;
she’s got a turtleneck, a jumper, a long vest and fingerless gloves. It’s got this utilitarian look but it also looks soft and she looks great. She also has long air and an undercut and consequently, my heart. Kwan’s doomed father is also rocking layers, and also a hat that both looks like the Spartan helmets and a bonnet?
Practical, yet it also indicates the omnipresence of spartans and the difference between our time and theirs. Clothes baby, the best world building.
Layers are necessary because unlike many a sci fi world, madrigal has more than one biome; there’s plenty of sand (and where there is a sand sci fi world there are drugs, I don’t know why but that’s the rule) there’s also trees baby! And even though the minute you see these people living relatively peacefully, you know this is going to go up in flames, I still really enjoyed the setting. I am hopeful that we will go to more pretty planets.
The aliens honestly took the wind out of my sails a bit honestly, because they look deeply uncanny. I don’t know why this is, it might be the juxtaposition between the more realistic, natural looking landscape? The gore I also found hard to take seriously, it felt as though they were going for visceral, but people are blown up with such speed and force that it was almost funny.
My hopes mirror the unhappiness of Kwan, who loses everything she knows and is taken off planet. Yes, aliens who look like a mix between the Juggernaut and lizards who have just the worst mouths you’ve ever seen kill everyone in sight, only to be killed by the terrifying Spartans, led by Master Chief himself.
Things are better when we are dealing with characters. And the best thing is WOMEN! I’m not joking here, I had a running tally of every time I had cause to say Girl! And I had ten by the end of the episode. It seems as though the UNSC has a lot of women, and given that they are kind of evil, that sounds like I’m saying “more female drone pilots!” but it’s a tv show so I kind of am. Evil politicians, evil scientists, evil hench people! Evil? Girls sitting in boxes. Morally ambiguous girls who are realizing that maybe society is bad? The other evil side, the aliens, also have one human buddy and she’s also a girl! Let’s go girls!!!!!!!
But aside from John Master Chief, which is his name, Kwan seems to be our main character. She is the one who is unused to the UNSC world, she is the one who needs to learn things. I like Kwan, she’s justifiably angry, quick on her feet and sympathetic as she’s lost everything she knows. It seems like she and John Master Chief could have a father daughter dynamic, and to that I say thank you! More of that!
JMC 117, meanwhile, has touched a magic rock that has activated his memories of a past he does not remember and has made his biometrics go crazy. Unless I’m misinterpreting, it seems like JMC is seeing his childhood rather than, like, a dead wife? And I deeply appreciate that. These memories, as well as the fact that he has been ordered to kill Kwan, causes him to go rogue! The special rock turns into the same thing as the sword looking thing that the bad aliens had earlier (both JMC and I can vaguely recollect this from our hazy memories).
Generally, this episode is a lot of fun. I mean, I don’t understand many things that are happening; I don’t even have words to describe what’s happening in many scenarios, which is a little annoying for a write up. But it’s well made, I’m interested in the characters and I can’t wait to see where it goes next. And I can’t wait to hear from @sonofcarnelian about all of the many things I don’t understand.
We end the episode on JMC siding with Kwan against everything he has ever known. He takes off his helmet, proving that he’s at least mostly human and he’s a little cutie. (tangent:while I didn’t look up anything I was confused about, I did look up some actors, and the guy who plays JMC has done a lot of audiobooks? and that feels like a really good choice for someone who is mostly acting with no face) He activates the material, energy sweeps through the base and the status of him, Kwan and the entire base is uncertain.
Miranda, a girl who tries to get Kwan to become a propaganda youtuber even though it’s way #toosoon ,her unseen mother is named Halsey, and it expects me to be just normal about that, I will not be and that’s a promise.Yes, I also wouldn’t stop singing encanto everytime they said Madrigal, I am insufferable and will never change.
Stray observations because I think I’m the av club or something:
Also there's a girl who dresses EXACTLY like Dakota Fanning's Jane character in Twilight who is in league with the aliens so I'm excited to see more of her!
Lady doctor TWICE responds to things with a panicked "no no no!!" and one “look look!” which is exactly how I respond to my kids when they very nearly catch me out in a lie, she's not shady at all. Also she keeps a person? Presumably Cortana? Locked in a rei ayanami/minority report looking tube/room? Guys I really don't know what's happening but she is rocking some Ritsuko vibes.
At 40:25 Kwan eats on the ship while Master Chief is reeling from his newly awakened memories, saying he doesn't want to eat. She asks him what he does eat and he's trying to play up the robot thing but he says “nuts-” and I nearly fell out of my chair.
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Roman Reigns x Y/N {Your Name} - "I Like The Way Your Hand Fits In Mine".
Pairings: Roman Reigns x Y/N
Category: FLUFF, Lots of Cuteness. | Angst!
Summary: After a long day at work, Y/N and Roman go clothes-shopping at Y/N's favorite store and then go home to cuddle.
Warnings: Some Language, | Angst! | FLUFF // Cliffhanger at the end!
Requested by: @tribalhotness 💕
Word Count: 2.7k+
Document 17.docx {WRITTEN IN WORD DOCS}.
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Y/N taps her fingers upon her desk, pushing her glasses up to the bridge of her nose.
‘’When’s Roman going to come home?’’ She glances over at the clock impatiently. She is stubborn when it came to Roman’s work schedule, she knew he has long and busy work days ahead of him. Sighing, she removes her glasses off of her face and sets them down on the wooden desk, to where she usually does her readings and college essays. Y/N lays her head down on her desk, getting a shut eye as she sleeps in a deep slumber.
*Y/N’s DREAM*
The dream occurred with candles lit up next to the foot of the bed in rows. Roman had come home about late at night. Y/N is waiting by the foot of her bed, the lit-up candles swooshed in the darkness, lighting up the whole room as he walked in.
He dropped his bags down onto the floor, looking to Y/N’s path.
‘’Oh my god, this is amazing, Y/N.’’ He greets with a smile, leaning in to kiss his girlfriend of 5 years. She swoons in his embraced arms, tangling her fingers into his long, Samoan black hair.
‘’I am glad you like it; I did this for us, baby.’’ She smiled softly, as her boyfriend Roman cups her face delicately with one hand, while his other hand was in Y/N’s, he says:
‘’I like how your hand fits into mine.’’
The way Y/N blushes are adorable to Roman, she kisses him on the lips and took him to the side of the bed. Plopping down on the bed next to her boyfriend, she strokes the side of his face.
Daydreaming inside a dream is lucid, although, she kept herself in check and didn’t want to ruin the rest of the surprise. Y/N’s body was comfortable next to Roman’s, her body shifted to face him.
‘’You are my sunshine,’’ She crinkles her nose cutely as her hands falls into his.
‘’My only sunshine,’’ He sang back, surprised that he knew the song.
Receiving a little laugh from Y/N, she looked into his deep, brown chocolate eyes and purses her lips a little. Roman pecks her neck in response from her pursed lips, earning a small and passionate groan from his girlfriend. He hums, scrutinizing her body language. How she sits so perfectly, how the strands of her hair fell delicately on her shoulders, weighing themselves. The exterior of the window a bit crack to get that feeling of life again in the spare bedroom, Y/N says to Roman:
‘’I love the living daylights out of you, Roman. I want to let that sink into your mind and remember I always have your back.’’
He smiles, and kissed her again.
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***END OF DREAM***
Y/N woke up, hearing the door handle open to her bedroom, it’s Roman with his luggage in his hands like the dream started out with. She groggily groans, met by her boyfriend, he walks over to the foot of her bed looking at her where she slept on her desk.
‘’Could’ve just slept in your bed,’’ He suggested, giggling a little at the marks on her forehead from resting.
‘’Oh, be quiet.’’ She laughs, getting up and walking over to Roman. There, they sit together on the bed before deciding to go somewhere.
‘’Y/N, what do you want to do?’’
‘’Go clothes-shopping with you,’’ Y/N announced, he crinkles up his nose at the idea, but he didn’t mind at all since it’s supposed to be a fun day for him and her.
‘’Okay! Sure thing, baby girl.’’ He kissed her forehead.
When they got to the mall, Roman held hands with his girlfriend Y/N. Of course, Roman has to dress up in disguise so he wouldn’t get recognized by some crazy fan. He only wants to spend time with his girlfriend and have fun going clothes shopping. Y/N gazes upon the lovely dresses they have displayed, feeling the soft and eye-appealing fabric on the dresses.
‘’I love this one,’’ She points at the dress to Roman that she was admiring. Roman smiled and said:
‘’Why don’t you try it on in the dressing room and let me see how it looks on you?’’
She walks into the dressing room and closed the door behind her. Removing her clothing, she slips on the luxurious black dress, Y/N then zips the backup of the dress and exits the spare dressing room to show Roman. ‘’You look so stunning, love.’’ He smiles softly, his facial expression sweet.
‘’Thank you so much, Ro.’’ She smiles back; her face flushing in red. He takes his hand into her’s again, going up to the cash register. Y/N bought a lot of things, like richened jewelry, her new favorite black dress, some shoes and lots of scrunchies.
‘’Is this all of you, ma’am?’’ The woman at the cash register asks, eyes fixated on Roman.
‘’Yeah,’’ Y/N replies, then realizing the woman at the cash register was googling at her man.
‘’Your total comes up to $77.69,’’ She proclaims, bagging up the clothing and accessories, looking up at Roman every now and then. She never took her eyes off of Roman.
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‘’Um, yeah thanks for googling at my man.’’ Y/N said abruptly, pushing the money towards the cash register woman, which causes Roman to giggle a little. ‘’Let’s go, Ro.’’ She takes his hand, and walked away without a trace.
Supposedly, they are in a state of mind of: ‘’staying in Paris’’, to get away from their parents – The idea of cuddling on a stormy, Monday night watching Netflix series of a clique of girls who are cheerleaders, a type of horror flick. It’s Y/N’s favorite types of movies, however, Roman did not mind the cheerleader movies. Suddenly, he had an idea.
‘'Y/N?’’ he announces during the movie.
‘’Yes?’’
He taps his fingers upon her lap, and says:
‘’This is very weird of me to ask, but how about we pause the movie and listen to our favorite songs?’’
She looks at him in direct contact, she grinned.
‘’And dance?’’ She inquires, getting up off the couch.
‘’To slow and reverb songs, of course.’’
{A/N - I am obsessed with slowed and reverb versions of songs I like, so it’s type of an aesthetic mood I go through; Anyway, on with the fic.}
Roman got up off the couch too, and opened his iPhone to play a song by The Neighbourhood, but in slowed version.
‘’This seems familiar,’’
‘’Like 7 years ago familiar.’’ Roman added, running hands through his hair.
Y/N hummed to the beat of the song, then recognizing the ‘’heart beat through the floor beat’’ that she hasn’t listened to in forever ago.
He extends his hand towards her hand, to where they danced slowly under the dimmed lights of the living room. The world stops between the two of them, the echoes through the song seems as if Y/N and Roman are romanticizing it. She lays her head down on Roman’s shoulder while they dance.
***Y/N’s FLASHBACK TO 2014***
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Y/N was at the bar with Roman, the first time they met – was magical. The song SWEATER WEATHER played in the background of the bar through the speakers,
‘’Care if I get you a drink?’’ His charming smile was contagious to her, she couldn’t say ‘’no.’’ to the Samoan man, whose face was so sunny. She felt lovesick to the 6’3 guy, feeling like ‘’he could hold both her hands in the holes of her sweater.’’ Afterward, Y/N was out of the bar with the Samoan
‘’Thank you so much for a wonderful night,’’ He smiles, before he turned his back, he remembered to keep in contact with Y/N.
‘’What’s your name?’’ She asks, feeling in love on a Friday night.
‘’My name is Roman, but you can call me Ro.’’ Her cheeks heated up when he wrapped an arm around her waist. The feeling of Roman’s huge arm around her waist was ‘’superior’’, yet ‘’so good.’’ ‘’You alright, baby girl?’'
She snapped out of her thoughts, she looked up at Roman.
‘’Yeah, just stared off into space for a little there---- And my name is Y/N. Y/N L/N.’’
He laughed, ‘’Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Let me take you home.’’
So, they got in Roman’s car together to drive off to Y/N’s house -
‘’What brings you here in Florida?’’ Roman asked Y/N.
‘’Oh, well I am visiting family and I decided to go on vacation. I take care of animals at a local animal shelter – it's called Pet Resort.’’ She replied.
He hummed at her, smiling.
‘’Interesting,’’ he said, his arm still wrapped around her waist as he pulled up to her house. The both of them got out Roman’s car, there, Y/N stumbled a little due to the fact she got a little drunk.
‘’Whew,’’ she said, almost falling on her ass.
‘’Easy there.’’ Roman tried his best not to laugh at his new friend Y/N, but helped her back up on her two feet.
‘’Thank you,’’ She half-drunk slurred, smiled widely at Reigns.
‘’Anytime, baby girl.’’
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‘’Y/N?’’ Roman snapped a finger in front of his girlfriend’s face, to which she got caught daydreaming.
‘’Huh?’’ she shook her head, eyes up at her boyfriend.
‘’What were you daydreaming about...?’’ He asks her in a bit of concern, and stopped the music.
So, she played stupid and abruptly told him:
‘’Nothing, I was just daydreaming about unicorns.’’
‘’Unicorns?’’ Roman’s face is now puzzled, trying to figure out his girlfriend. ‘’Nah, baby girl. You were daydreaming about something else. Come on, tell me the tribal chief the truth.’’ Her cheeks heat up with red, his huge finger now on her tilted jawline.
She shifts her body weight to turn her back, standing in embarrassment, Roman folds his arms across his chest. ‘’You can tell me anything,’’ he says.
‘’Nope.’’ She bravely answered, running away without a sight and headed into her downstairs bedroom to lock the door behind her.
He groaned with frustration in response, basically playing a game of ‘’Tag, You’re It’’ or ‘’Hide and Seek,’’ Roman wasn’t up for the challenge of finding his girlfriend. But he has to get an answer from her one way or the other. He knocked on the door.
‘’Baby girlllll, can’t hide from the chief foreverrrr.’’ He sang in a cocky tone, kicking the door with his foot.
‘’Y/N is not here right now!’’ Y/N yelled, army crawling underneath her bed. That pissed him off, he kicks the door open and walks in to the entrance of her bedroom. Looking everywhere for her, he then sees two feet buried underneath of Y/N’s bed. Roman crouches down to meet her laying on her stomach.
‘’Get the hell out of there, you damn childish woman.’’ She declines his demands, so he has to pull her out by her ankles, receiving a big yelp from his girlfriend.
‘’So uh, I guess you won the game of Hide and Seek?’’ she jokingly says, he rolls his eyes in a reply.
‘’Hide and Seek is for little girls and boys,’’ He pouts, tapping his foot on the wooden flooring of Y/N’s bedroom.
She stands on her tippy toes to kiss her boyfriend, then ran away again.
‘’Oh, my fucking god Y/N! If you don’t tell me what you were daydreaming about, I am leaving.’’ He threatens, feeling like he’s being toyed with.
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She stops in her tracks, and walks calmly back to her boyfriend. Y/N pushes her glasses up at the bridge of her nose, and says:
‘’Fine, so be it since you want to be Mr. Badass.’’ She utters, staring at the tempered Samoan Man.
She turns her back, making a great mistake. He turns her around without any warning and hoists her up. ‘’Ahh! Let me go!’’ she yells.
‘’No ma’am.’’ He growls, carrying her body weight on his broad shoulders. He then sets her down on her couch. ‘’Are you going to tell me?’’ Elbows pressed down on the arm of the couch, with hands resting in his cheeks as he stared at his girlfriend Y/N in deep consideration.
‘’Fine!’’ she chokes out, ‘’I will tell you! It was a 7 year ago memory, from where we first met and I fell drunk on my ass that night, you literally had to carry me inside my house.’’ Y/N’s embarrassed, now the tribal chief had gotten her attention, her strand of hair fell down on her face. She continued:
‘’The song that was playing was our favorite song, Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood. How it was so nice of you to carry me in the house like that, with your strong ass self.’’ Smiling weakly, her breathing got shallow like cold ocean waves hitting against human’s flesh.
He looks at his girlfriend, about to cry. ‘’No, don’t cry---’’
She cuts him off with a firm: ‘’You’re not the Roman I’ve met!’’ and left the room.
Leaving the head of the table stunned, he slams his fist down on the arm of the couch, shouting: ‘’DAMN Y/N! THEN AFTER ALL OF THIS TIME, WHAT WAS I TO YOU!?’’
Memories flashed before Roman’s eyes, 2-3 years ago from him telling his girl Y/N about his leukemia coming back, telling the whole world who was in the audience that day and watching at home -
‘’I am sorry.’’ He plops himself down on the couch, hands folded into his lap and bowed his head down. Closing his eyes, he pictured better days with Y/N. Attempting not to cry, he gives a deep exhale of frustration and hurt inside of his gut. Rubbing his head, he lays his body down on the couch. Tapping his foot at the end of the arm of the couch, his mind’s scattered like papers scattered on a desk after studying. You know how your brain hurts right after studying and taking time-management on for college? You know that feeling deep down inside for when you give it your all for your fans, your girlfriend, your friends and family? Me too. I’ve been there before.
The soft guitar strings play in the back of Roman’s mind; his eyes sewn shut, trying not to remember the gut-wrenching feeling he gave Y/N. He has to apologize somehow.
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Hours of sleep wasted away, his heart pounded hard in his chest, waking up to Y/N sitting on the arm of the couch, she looked at him.
‘’You’re just not the Roman I’ve met.’’ She muttered quietly, fumbling with her pockets, unsure of to forgive Roman or not.
‘’Sweetheart...’’ He fights back piles of tears starting to form in his chocolate brown eyes, trying not to get worked up over the ‘’You’re not the same person I’ve met 7 years ago.’’ comment.
She takes an inhale of oxygen, then exhales. Attempting to stay content, her body sent shivers down her spine coldly. Getting up, she gives a glance at Roman burying his hands in his face. She never saw him cry like this, ever before in the past 7 years. Of course, it was small cries, or a good 30 second cry.
Walking over to the presence of Roman, Y/N hugged him tight into an unforgettable embrace. They sat there, hugging each other for about 10 minutes.
‘’I never want to lose you,’’ she whispers, stroking the Samoan's long black strands of hair.
‘’You won’t lose me, trust me.’’ He mumbles, wiping his tears away with his black tank top.
Her eyes grow with trust, meaning she trusted in what Roman was telling her – that she would NEVER lose him. And he would never lose her. She knows deep inside of her everything Roman told her was true, the usual ‘’I love you’s’’ and ‘’You look beautiful today’’ was the reason why Y/N had stayed alive. This is not a cliffhanging ending, nor a bad ending – it is a happy ending between the two of them.
‘’Y/N?’’ he turned his attention to Y/N, who was blubbering.
‘’Y-Yes, Roman?’’
He stops what he is saying, and places his hands into his girlfriends’ of 5 years.
‘’Will you marry me?’’ He proclaims aloud, shaking his head yes in all smiles at the reaction of Y/N, the words that came out of her mouth are: ‘’I say yes!’’ She cries in joy, hugging her newlywed fiancé tightly. Roman Reigns isn’t always your cocky heel character, but he sure knew how to make things better.
‘’I love you, Y/N Anoa’i.’’
‘’I love you too, Roman.’’
---END---
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