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purplebirdsees · 1 year

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Warm-up 1: Whatever - Part 1

Hello! I am Citron! Yes, again!

Remember my notes? If yes, good job! If no, why?

Thanks!

(citronslation: basically, this is kind of an excerpt of this piece of fiction, written by my boy tsuzuru. you don’t need to read it to understand this one but pls do bc quality of life u get me yeah. ok. thanks.)

(footnotes were not made by tsuzuru, unless stated otherwise) (theyre mostly itaru)

Children, without exaggeration, are horrible beings.1

It’s always those kids you just stumble on, maybe in a convenience store, or in an absurdly long line from the cash register, or even during church, especially during Sunday Church (my parents aren’t Catholic, but my grandparents father’s side is). As soon as I step foot on the Church’s white and gold tiled floor, my immediate response is to look around on every single pew for someone who may look like my age. I’d feel relief if they were sitting out of sight, but if they weren’t.… Well, usually, I’d try to avoid eye contact as much as I can, but whenever I accidentally glance at them, they’d always have that smug look, with the straightest posture, and the loudest, most obnoxious singing. Sometimes, when they’re near enough for me to hear, I’d catch a few words they’d whisper loudly to their parent. Usually, it would be along the lines of, ‘We’re going to (insert fast food chain name here) after this, right?’ like it added to this nonexistent leader board on who is the best kid in Church.2

I could go on and on about my horrible Church experiences, but somehow, none of those were the ones that struck a nerve more than that one time in a bookstore.

It was a week before classes started, and as much as my parents wanted to scrounge as much of last year’s school materials, the pens and notebooks either had only a sliver left of its use or was completely depleted. Mom had to double check it though, as she gathered all we had in a cardboard box. After her third inspection, she said she could debone the frayed used notebooks to separate as much of the blank papers to make new notebooks. Which was the reason why she decided that dad was the one who should do the shopping instead, which in the end he did do, but we had to try to convince her that the old and used were completely unusable and should be left to retire. After a few prying and pleading, we were able to sell the whole box to the waste courier.

I was appointed to go with dad to the bookstore; the others had to help mom with the kitchen… and to make sure she won’t chase the waste courier and end up blending up all the notebooks into a pulp to make new paper.

She did this before, but her faux notebooks were extremely unusable because the paper was too thick, and for some reason, felt a little wet and made the ink bleed into the pages. During the first week of classes, my school bag smelled of wet dog, and every time I had to take down notes, I wish I didn’t. The moldy smell would make my seatmates turn their heads away from my direction. Even the resident class clown once remarked how ugly the cover of my notebook was, saying it looked like his grandmother’s post-chicken pox skin, puss and all. One afternoon, just as I was about to arrive home after school, I remember passing by Tadoru and Meguru sitting by the riverside, their backs hiding their guilt ridden yet determined faces. At that point I knew, and the absence of the wet, moldy dog fur smell was enough evidence.

Like an unspoken vow, we made sure we never, under any circumstance, let mom DIY anything. 3

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1 Understatement. They’re dickheads, actual hellspawn. I have never met a kid who was genuinely kind, they ALWAYS have an agenda at the back of their pea-sized brains. I’m qualified to say this because I’ve been a tutor example? Sure, but im tired so no (actuallly I don’t have to prove myself you literally juST READ A PRIME EXAMPLE WHY)

2 When they say yes, ding-ding-ding! Wow! His parents ACTUALLY love him enough to buy him food! As if that isn’t the lowest bar, bare minimum a parent should do f[word redacted due to profanity] mot[word redacted due to profanity] why don’t I f[words redacted due to vulgar language] mom then once im your step dad ill kick[words redacted due to vulgar language] space until yo[words redacted due to vulgar language]eath

3 [tsz] wording feels awkward/weird

part 2

#A3!#fanfic #ao3 stuff #part 1 of 3 #Dandelion Fluff #a3! tsuzuru #a3! citron #a3 itaru #dont worry im back i just got a little burnt out #is this an excerpt? actually idk #ig its not? its like a draft but ig its slightly relevant to the fic in terms of pacing but honestly not that much #anyways hi how are u #breastpocket cookies #tsuzuru minagi

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ballad-of-death · 1 year

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Kissing the boo boo away

;;PAIRING : Jake Peralta x cop!reader

;;SUMMARY : after getting shot, the last thing you expect is a confession from your colleague.

;;NOTES : HEHEHHEHEHHEHE JAKE BRAINROT ENSUES. Also yes very cliche blah blah blah. Anyways! First fic to post on here i hope you guys like it :)

Gettig shot is not like in the movies. You dont just calmly lay and hold the wound. Its loud. It pierces trough you. It makes you gasp for air and yelp in pain. Then there's the force of the blow throwing you back onto the floor and the warm feeling of the bullet going through your skin. The smell of burnt cloth and skin. The ringing in your ears after the shot.

The worried yells of your partners.

You try holding on to the wound but even the smallest bit of pressure makes you want to throw up.

The sound of steps and shots ringing in the background as a habd on your shoulder brings you back to reality.

"Hey! Hey! Dont close your eyes stay with me now! Its me Jake! Hey look at me!" The detective held your shoulder and tried keeping you awake as much as he could. He tried to put pressure on your wound but you just winced and groaned in pain. The bullet shot you theough the abdomen and you couldn't sit upright without immense pain.

"Dont worry everything will be okay just look at me. The medics are on their way just hold on a little longer!"

Jake said with obvious worry in his tone. You tried your best to open your eyes but the heavy feeling of tiredness washed over you. The warmth of your bosy as the blood pumped more and more seemed... comforting in a sense... just closing your eyes to rest wouldn't hurt right? The pain would still keep you awake right?

"No, No, No, No, No! Hey he look at me Hey! Dont "

The bliss of rest entwred your mind and all you could think about was... nothing. Just nothing. Pure nothingness. If it were a movie it would be a black screen, yet not in a bad ending way but a break between plots.

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You woke up to the beeps of the ECG next to your bed. You look arounf the room but your eyes are still adjusting.

Yet, you can clearly make out the sillouette of a person to your right. They are holding your hand and seem to be sleeping. As your eyes finally adjust you see who it is. Jake.

You tap his hand a few times to try and wake him up and it works.

Hes gasps and jotls closer to you his eyes still slightly closed.

"Hm? What? Wait. Y/N! You're awake! Oh i thought you were going to sleep for like three days like in the movies oh my god you scared me to death!" He rambles on as you chuckled to yourself.

"Thanks Peralta, you know how to make someone feel better" you smile at him letting him know you were joking.

"Yes sorry. But are you okay? Should i call the nurse? Does it hurt? Are you okay? Do you need anything? Anything at all?" He seemed distressed, worried even. You never saw him like this. He wasnt his goofy self anymore. He was more serious.

"'M fine Jake. But you sound more worried the I am. Is everything okay with you?"

"Yes...no... maybe? I dont know but i doesnt matter. You cant do this to me! You cant be so brave ! When you got shot you worried me so so so so much Y/N! I thought i lost you! Like actually. This isnt like a monologue i put on because i had to. You actually scared me. I care about you so much and you just get shot like that." He held your hand tighter and looked you in the eyes. His voice was really serious.

Your hand reached for his head and cupped his face lightly.

"Jake... I'm sorry, although its not my fault i got shot but...im sorry. Dont be so worried about me though. No matter what i will be fine" you smile at him.

"No Y/N i will worry about you. I will. You mean so much to me and now when i thought i lost you... Y/N you seriously dont know how much you mean to me. I was so shit scared about you and it made me realize that... that i care about you. More than anything actually.... what im trying to say is—

When i thought you were gone i realized that a life without you would be hard. I love you Y/N. So so so sod so fucking much." He sighed, his eyes were glossy as if he was about to cry.

Your heart ached at this sight. He also meant much to you. The sight of him sad and worried was very rare. Infact you haven't seen him cry ever.

"Jake—"

"No i know its stupid we're coworkers and like it wouldn't work out and you think im saying this because of your state. But im serious Y/N."

"I know you are, but let me finish. I care about you too Jake. And I think i care about you in the same way you do abiut me. I think i might love you too Peralta."

"You know how to ruin a moment using my last name dont you?" You both luaghed. You were relieved he was already back to his normal self.

"Also, the nurse asked me to ask you if you need someone to kiss your booboo away?"

"Not very smooth Peralta, if you want to kiss me just do it."

"Cool, cool cool cool cool cool cool cool"

#jake peralta x reader #b99 x reader #brooklyn 99 x reader #jake peralta #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn 99 fanfiction #jake peralta fanfic #fluff

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lovesick-boo · 1 year

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sleepy studying.

summery; you’ve been studying and working non stop to get a good grade on your upcoming exams, unfortunately, alhaitham does not approve of your little methods.. (request)

character(s); alhaitham

themes/warnings: gn!reader, fluff, burnt out!reader, established relationship

notes: finally got motivation!! thank you to my best friend @luminoussity for giving me ideas, and i hope you like this, anon! <3

discarded papers are strewn around the room as your head lay on the desk, a cold, half finished cup of coffee sat next to you, forgotten. your eyelids fluttered, barely keeping awake as the sweet lull of sleep coaxed you to giving in. but no, you couldn’t. you had to study. you couldn’t fail this. so reluctantly, you slowly put your head up, blinking the blurry sleepiness from your eyes as you tried to read through your syllabus.

“[name], it is 3:00 AM.” you hear your boyfriend scold, his voice unimpressed. you shot awake immediately, turning to face him. your vision was still blurry, but you could make out the muscular silhouette of alhaitham standing near you, rubbing his eyes.

“i.. know. but i need to pass this exam! because if i don’t pass this exam, then all my hard work was for nothing—” he cuts you off.

“no. go to sleep.”

“just.. let me finish this chapter, please, haitham?” you plead, holding up the textbook for him to see.

he narrows his eyes at you, “thats the start of the chapter.” he deadpans.

silence.

“…. please, alhaitham? i need to get a good grade.” you say meekly, fidgeting with your pen to distract yourself from the sleepiness trying to envelope your mind at the moment.

he sighs, “fine. i will assist you in studying, if you really want to continue. it should go faster when i am present and helping.”

you smile brightly, giving him a kiss on his cheek as a thank you.

ten minutes later.

“do you understand?”

“… kinda?”

“i’ve explained this three times already, [name].” he says, putting the textbook down, “you’re too tired for this.”

“no, im not! just keep going, i’ll get it eventually.” you say defensively, yawning while you do so. the sleep is starting to get to you.. maybe just a few minutes… but no! you can’t. you need to get a good grade. you need to…

he rolls his eyes at your stubbornness but reluctantly abides to your request, hoping maybe you’ll tire enough so he can finally convince you to just go to sleep.

five minutes later… or has it been ten minutes? your sense of time is skewed due to the sleep deprivation… you glance at the clock, your eyes taking some time to adjust, but after a few moments the numbers start to gradually become clearer. 3:57am.

“i can see you falling asleep.” alhaitham says, raising an eyebrow at you.

you jolt awake, realising you fell asleep for a few micro seconds, “wha—? no im not! im fine. im fine. dont worry.” you reassure him, albeit not very convincingly considering the fact that your eyelids are getting heavy again already.

he gives you a stern look, hoping you’ll back down, but you attempt to return his look with the same amount of persistence. he sighs quietly when he realises you’re not backing down still… your stubbornness is commendable for sure. but even he’s starting to get tired at this point…

a few minutes later, you notice alhaitham’s voice slowly muffle as your mind barely comprehends what he’s saying anymore, the tiredness completely taking a hold of you. it seems to hug you, blanketing you in the comfort of a hazy sleep as your brain gradually succumbs to the comforting solace of sleep.

“[name]?”, alhaitham calls out, noticing your silence and how you still haven’t answered his question. he turns to you only to find your head laying on the desk, lips slightly parted as a small trickle of drool slips out.

“you’re the one who was so stubborn in studying for archon’s sake..” he mutters, rolling his eyes. but his sharp, attentive gaze softens ever so slightly at the sight of you so peaceful. you’ve been so absolutely stressed lately, he was starting to worry. gently, a stark contrast to his normal blunt and cold demeanour, he picks you up in his arms bridal style, careful not to wake you up as he adjusts your head to a better angle. he walks up to your shared bedroom, the wooden floors creaking softly whenever he takes a step.

he places you in your bed, pulling the covers over you as you stir slightly and turn to the other side, muttering something unintelligible. then, he walks to the other side and lays down in it, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him, as if protecting you from the stress and pressure of exams. alhaitham rests his head on top of yours, closing his eyes and kissing you softly on your forehead.

“goodnight, my dear…” he mutters in an uncharacteristically quiet and tender voice.

he hopes next time you’ll take care of yourself better, but it’s okay if you can’t. he’ll always be here to pick you up and make sure you get the rest you need.

thats what love is for, is it not?

#alhaitham x reader #genshin x reader #reader x al haitham #reader x alhaitham #al haitham x reader #sumeru x reader #alhaitham x you #al haitham x you #boo’s.fics

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xuanzangg · 8 months

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modern au. ages up to 20+. fluff, fluff, fluff, comfort!!

"suguru." you called out for him, lying down on a mattress on your shared apartment suite's living room. you noticed that your lover has been tired, stressed and burnt out from work lately and you wanted to make him feel better.

this leads to you setting up a date for the two of you in a nearby lake where flowers blooms throughout the spring season, the grass cut off comfortably for a picnic.

"yes love? can i do something for you?" he replied to you and scooped you up to his arms, placing you on his lap as he sat down the couch where you were lying down earlier.

you cup his cheeks and pepper his face with kisses, "lately, i've been noticing that you've been working a little too hard so," you took a deep breath before telling him your plan, "if i remember correctly, today's your day off. with that being said, i decided that we should go somewhere. i've already prepared everything so you dont have to worry about the stuffs we'll need to bring." you smiled at him sweetly, tucking a strand of his har dangling on his hair behind his ears. his face lighted up with what you've said, "a date? now that's what i want. i've wanted to spend some time with you lately but i've been so busy with work. im glad you thought about this." he kissed your forehead, smiling at you and whispering a 'thankyou' to your ears as he wrapped his arms around you.

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an hour of driving, you two have arrived on the said location. the flowers sure are lively and beautiful today, the grass is not tall and you can definitely lay down the picnic blanket on the ground without struggle. suguru then put the basket of foods you've brought on the ground, setting up the plates, spoons, forks and water glasses along with the 66oz tumbler you brought just in case you get thirsty.

what i can say is, suguru definitely enjoyed the picnic date you had arranged for the both of you. he was happy, grateful and feeling much better than he was before.

"spending time with you at home sure is nice but going on a picnic date with you is something i didnt know i would definitely need after such a long and busy week." he then started peppering your face with damp and sweet kisses, thanking you over and over for arranging this sweet and nice date for the two of you.

when the sun started going west, you two decided that it's time to go home as it's getting darker. by the time you two got home, you both have decided to take a shower together. washing each other's hair, rubbing the sweat off of your backs and playing bubbles, being silly and happy.

cuddles and kisses were brought along as you both decided that it's time for bed. finally letting the sleepiness takes over the both of you, but before that, suguru made a comment.

"you always take good care of me."

"it's because i love you and i care for you, too much."

"it's a rotten work."

"not to me. not when it's you."

"i love you, so damn much. simply having you makes me feel like the luckiest person alive."

"i love you too, suguru. let's rest now, we have a long day ahead tomorrow."

you cupped his cheeks, kissing him gently and tenderly, whispering nice and sweet words to him as he melts in your touch.

you both sure were exhausted for the day, but that doesnt mean you're exhausted of each other. loving getou suguru will never exhaust you, not when he's the one who gives you fuel and energy to keep going.

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hallo~ lately, i've been grossly inlove with this man named Getou Suguru. i cant help but think that he'd be the sweetest and most understanding partner out there. i also think that he'll be sosososo vulnerable around his partner bc he trusts them so much.

also, credits to @/tohruh4rt on tiktok! it's a big thanks to them for insipiring me on making this one! check out their acc and vid!

#geto suguru x reader #comfort #geto suguru #getou suguru #jjk geto #jjk suguru #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen geto #jjk fluff #jjk comfort

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socksandcr0cs · 8 months

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FICTOBER/GHOULTOBER DAY 2!!

“Dont worry, i got you”

PHANTOM X SWISS!!

Warnings: angst, phantom having burn scars

Read under cut or here

When Phantom was summoned he was terribly burned on the right side of his body and face. Hes learned to live with it, he wears a half mask like “the guy from phantom of the opera” Copia would say which is how he got the name Phantom. It was a terrifying experience. He was in the infirmary for a week after he was summoned.

Even now months later he still has nightmares about what happened. No one knows he has them or the effect of them because he is quiet when he is sobbing afterwards, but tonight was different.

He had a steamy night with Sodo and they were currently cuddling after wards. A few minutes later, they were both sleeping and Phantom was having the same nightmare he had been having. It was him standing in the pit when the summoning happened a hole opened in the sky and every ghoul who noticed started running towards him who was standing right under the hole. A fire ghoul bumped onto him and it caught his skin on fire for a second before going out. He starts climbing the others, but unlike what happened in the real world. He was dragged down. Thrown onto a fire at the bottom caused by the chaos.

His eyes bolted open. He was breathing heavily, and hugging sodo tightly in his arms. He started tearing up, crying into Sodo.

Sodo starts waking up. “Phantom…?” Sodo whispered. Phantom answered with a simple sob. Sodo looks up into phantoms eyes “whats wrong?” Phantom sniffles “i…im..fine just a nightmare” dew looks at phantom sympathetically “oh…dear..what was it about?” he rubs his face.

Phantom explains what happened in rhe dream inbetween sobs. The hell fire on his skin. How it hurt, the fire on his skin as he begged for help but noone helped him. The way everything he touched caught to flames as he sat there terrifed before waking up and then crying like a little bitch. He hated it, and yet when he got his focus back at the other ghoul in his bed he realized. Sodo was running his fingers on phantoms burnt face and then when he noticed phantom was back to looking at him he kissed the burn gently, lovingly, it made phantom cry more, but happily now.

“Dont worry, i got you my love.”

Sodo coos at phantom as phantom sobs into his chest. “Pro..promise?” Phantom stutters “promise.” They both stay silent for awhile as sodo combs Phantom’s hair out of his face. His sobs lessen, he calms, hes safe…with sodo.

“Your beautiful scar and all…you know that pumpkin?” Sodo says looking at phantom lovingly. Phantom looks at him “you think so?” “Obviously pumpkin” sodo kisses phantoms forehead. Pumpkin phantom loved that petname he doesn’t know exactly why it just felt so nice. Phantom lays back on sodo’s chest hearing his breathing, heart beat, and feeling his skin on him. Its a lovely feeling on his scarred face. Their breathing synchronizing. Its was mesmerizing. They both slowly drift back to sleep just the sound of their heart beats.

Now, sodo checks up on phantom every night at around midnight to make sure hes okay, and phantom is forever grateful for him and his warmth on that hard nights. Phantom was summoned he was terribly burned on the right side of his body and face. Hes learned to live with it, he wears a half mask like “the guy from phantom of the opera” Copia would say which is how he got the name Phantom. It was a terrifying experience. He was in the infirmary for a week after he was summoned.

Even now months later he still has nightmares about what happened. No one knows he has them or the effect of them because he is quiet when he is sobbing afterwards, but tonight was different.

His eyes bolted open. He was breathing heavily, and hugging sodo tightly in his arms. He started tearing up, crying into Sodo.

“Dont worry, i got you my love.”

Now, sodo checks up on phantom every night at around midnight to make sure hes okay, and phantom is forever grateful for him and his warmth on that hard nights.

Day 2 complete!

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #aurora ghoulette #phantom ghoul #sodo ghoul #ghost band #ghouls #ghoultober #fictober23

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skubean · 1 year

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Ohohoho have you written angst yet?

Maybe a reader who got assigned a character very similar with a graduated member and everyone gets mad on the reader or smth 🤭

Honestly sounds really juicy

oh my god anon first of all i am SO sorry this took so long, i was a little burnt out and busy but IM BACK (hopefully). second of all, I WROTE THIS AND DID NOT SAVE IT SO MY PROGRESS IS GONE so im starting from scratch again, im sorry if it isnt to your liking T.T also probably a bit controversial ksskkssk

where did it go wrong? ft. gn reader (nijisanji based)

cw: mentions of graduated member, pls dont take this srsly this is a fiction, lots of misunderstandings, angst to the core, this ones short bcs angst sucks!

you were beyond joy, ecstatic even. how could you not when you finally received the news you've been waiting for months. "i got in", you thought. it was probably the most happy you've ever been, especially considering how anxious you were the past few months, worried sick that you were going to get rejected. you were a part of the company now, the company you wanted to work with for streaming, it almost felt so unreal. when you sat in a meeting w the staffs, and went through some designs for your model, you were quick to notice one seeing quite familiar. and it broke your heart. it reminded you so much of them. but what hurt you more was when they urged you to use the exact model that you hoped you wouldn't get. their reasonings being that it suited you best, or that it makes up for the lost of one, something like that. you were shattered, scared, terrified, but lack the guts to reject anything. when you were introduced to the other members of the company, they all welcomed you warmly. the other members who were to debut alongside you quickly became acquainted w the others and it almost felt as if they've known them for so long. worried that you would be left behind, you had personally messaged some of your senpais to seek for guidance and to make conversations, only to be treated so coldly. "oh sorry, y/n. i can't help you i'm busy", while they helped the others earnestly. "you don't know how to start stream? what are you, an amateur?", while they guided your debut mates side by side. "if you want to have people like you, you gotta be more original. don't stoop so low and be a fake like this" you were beyond confusion. what the hell was all this treatment you were getting? did you say something wrong? were you rude? did you offend anybody? why, just why were they ignoring you so openly, and multiple at that too. but you held strong, you stayed calm. if you wanted to debut, then this prejudice was nothing. you could do it. it was going to be fine. except it wasn't. when debut day came, you were the last in line to stream. technical issues, internet problems. you couldn't bare to see twitter, to see the hate that was being thrown at you for being unprofessional. at last, when you finally got the stream to work, you were shocked to see the criticism they were throwing at you in the live chat. "rip-off" "faker" "unoriginal" "give us back what we lost" you wanted to cry. why is it your fault? you noticed how shaky your voice was, and you tried so so hard to hold back your tears. your hands were trembling, and you kept fumbling on your words. it was just so unfair. why should you bear the sins of other people? post debut, you were looking at the tweets and were just so heartbroken to see the double treatment people were giving you. you hated everything at that moment, and were rethinking if you did the right thing. it wasn't fair. you were human too. months passed by and you were never free from the foul mouths of the people on the internet, and it drained you so much. you wanted to make a living, wanted to do your best to provide content for people just as it makes you happy. but if happiness wasn't destined for you, and if people couldn't see your sincerity, then maybe it was all your fault in the end.

a/n: bro can i just say i hate angst skskssksk this sucks

#idk what to tag #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en x reader #njsj x reader #njsj en x reader #nijisanji en x you

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mailontumb · 3 months

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Hello! I have been requested a fanfic about Mizu from Blu Eyed Samurai!

The person who asked the fanfic wants to stay anymous

Any who heree is the fanfic!

Note blue: mizu !! orange:ringo !! Purple:Mr Yogan !! Pink: butler

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Mizu’s Father?

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Mizu was wandering around at the market in the London. She was pretty hungry as she just got to the country known for the British monarchy. After wondering around she found a place to exchange her yen’s to pounds and decided to get a ride to go to a place to eat. She decided to eat at a small cafe, as she went in she ordered some fresh bread and tea. After the food arrived she burnt herself a lil trying to take a small sip of the tea. As she finally ate the last piece of her bread sand decided to continue her hunt to find the 4 white men that went to japan

Mizu decided to go find them but ultimately got lost for 3 hours in the woods…but during the 3 hours she heard a rustling noises coming from one of the bushes. She drew her blade out getting ready to attack but it was just but it was just ringo. “ ringo…why the hell are you here?…didnt i told you to stay in the hut and dont follow me?” “Uhh…sorry I just wanna follow you….” ringo replied awkwardly “whatever just stay away from me.” After that encounter with ringo she finally found her way out and ask around if they have seen the 4 men that went to japan and stayed there illegally.

After no success a man came from out of nowhere and gave Mizu a letter saying she looked exactly like the man in the picture. Mizu at first didn’t believe it before looking the picture and was shocked to find out she does and asked the man where he found it and who the person in the picture was , the man gave her a little envelope with an address written on it. As the man left Mizu gazed on the address wondering if she has found her dad.She decided to go and find a ride to take to the address which later on she found out was a mansion.

After finding a ride and going to the mansion , she gazed at it for a while and finally going to the front door and l knocking on it. A butler appears and asked “hello and good morning, please state your business & reason why you were to see Mr Yogan.” “Uhh…im here to see him to…interview him?”“Hm…I guess you’re the reporter, alright then come in…” the butler assisted Mizu to a living room and serve her a cup of tea which did not burn Mizu this time. She ask the butler if the Mr Yogan is gonna come home anytime soon. “Soon my dear pls be patient” the butler said firmly.

20 minute of waiting later a man who is appear to be in his mid 60’s looking worried walked in the room the butler who was sitting across Mizu this entire time introduce him as the Mr Yogan wich Mizu had so long waited for… the man who politely said hi to Mizu then said “so are we ready to begin to interview?” “Uh..yes Uhm sorry…let’s start?…” Mizu replied nervously”alright hit me with the question!” “Do you recognise this person in the picture?” Taken it aback the man inspect the picture and said…”oh…sorry what is your name?” “Mizu,why?” “Mizu,if your are trying to find this man im sorry but he was my late brother who was a terrible criminal and was executed not long after serving a couple of years in the famous prison of London, The Anastasia Prison… but you can find his grave at the High Gate cemetery it’s just around the block” Mizu who was surprise to found out that one of the 4 men she was searching for had passed away. She later then asked “im sorry but did he ever had a secret child back a japan?” “Oh yes he did! He told me before he was executed,why?” “Heh…nothing but Uhm that is all of the question! I got to go now! Hehe bye?” “Oh Uhm that was fast but alright? Bye.” Mizu quickly left and decided to head to the cemetery.

After entering she quickly searched for anyone who had the last name Yogan as she knows that Mr Yogan was the brother of one of the 4 men she was searching for. Suddenly she saw a grave with the last name being Yopgan and the grave wich appear to have a withered rose right next to and a stone wirtten on it ‘James Yogan, Born at 1578 and Died at 1613, was a beloved brother & a horrible criminal.’ “Yeesh…i didn’t expect to meet you here dad…i hope you ended up in hell after making my whole life themed after it. Goodbye and im glad you died”. She quickly left the cemetery and told ringo to stop hiding in the bushes. Ringo appeared and asked her how did she noticed him “ringo you are way too easy to predict. Now come one let’s go back home”.

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The end.

I hope you guys enjoyed this fanfic! I had fun writing it and i hope to post more fanfic of your request! And Here i am out tap out have a great day byeee!

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizuki akiyama #mizu fanfic #writing fanfic #fanfic

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winter-spiders · 2 years

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Kinktober day 24

Temperature Play - SpiderTorch 653 words

Johnny and Peter had been dating for a few months, Peter, the innocent(ish) Spiderman and genius SI intern, and Johnny, the Man-Whore of the Fantastic Four (Direct quote from his sister). They had been surprisingly compatible, both having similar interests and both being superheroes.

Peter was getting worried, Susan had said that Johnny was a playboy by heart, having a new person(s) in his bed every other day, yet Peter and he had yet to have sex. It made Peter feel insecure, making him think that maybe Johnny had someone on the side, someone better than him. Or maybe Johnny didn't feel anything sexual towards Peter at all.

It made Peter feel sad. Johnny stopped it every time something almost happened (making out getting a little heavier, hands wandering everywhere). Every time. Peter was pent-up and very worried. He has needs, but only has eyes for Johnny, yet the ‘infamous playboy’ has yet to initiate anything remotely sexual. Until Peters patience broke.

They had been making out on the couch again, hands wandering, feeling the expanse of the others’ skin, until Johnny stopped them again, asking if they could just continue watching the movie. Peter had had enough. “I, um, i wouldn't mind going further than that, if you're worried…” Peter had barely whispered, he was going to cry if Johnny didn't respond.

“...What do you mean?” Johnny paused the movie again, shifting to look toward Peter again. “If you're worried i wont want to go that far with you, you dont have to be, i want you to” Johnny sat staring at him. “I get too hot, Peter, i” Johnny took a pause, “I cant go farther because of the mutation, someone said i burnt them inside” Johnny blushed and looked down.

Peter, being the genius he is, suggested the first idea that came to mind. “...have you tried using ice cubes?” Johny looked up, confused “What? How would ice cubes affect me during sex?” Peter smiled, maybe if you had one in like your mouth, your entire body would cool down so…other places wouldn't overheat” Johny contemplated the idea, “I guess im willing to try..” Johnny smiled as Peter got up and went to the fridge, grabbing a bowl full of ice. “C’mon! I've been waiting for this for way too long.”

Johnny had a few ice cube in his mouth, kneeling in between Peters thighs as the younger finished stretching himself. “Cmon, get in, ive waited too long to see how ‘Infamous Playboy Johnny Storm’ fucks.” Johnny paused, spitting out the ice. “What if i burn you?” Peter giggled as he sat up. “I have a healing factor! And the ice thing will work. Trust me!” Johnny nodded and grabbed a mouthful of ice before pushing in. He didnt feel like his area was burning, and Peter was tight. He was enjoying this.

Peter was moaning as the older thrust into him slowly, but steadily going faster. Peter didnt feel any burning at all, Johnny swallowed the water from the cubes and leaned down to lick Peters neck with his freezing-cold tongue, making Peter moan even louder.

This continued until the bowl was empty, Peter and Johnny pushed a cube back and forth between their mouths, Johnnys hips going way faster than any baseline human could. Peter came in between them, slightly choking on the cube, before Johnny leaned down to get it out and finished into Peters tight hole.

“That was great. Told you it would work!” Johnny smiled as he pulled out. “Yeah, it was great. Sorry if it felt like i didn't want you like that…I was scared of hurting you.”

“I get blasted by ironmans repulsors almost every week during training. Trust me, your dick heating up in me wouldn't hurt as much and you think it would.”

#Spidertorch #spideytorch #peter parker #kinktober #winter-spiders

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(1) im so glad u liked my kpvvy ask! i loved reading ur answer and ur thoughts on how it would shake out. i agree that kpvvy are more bittersweet mirrors than trying to save/serve each other, and that respect is so interesting to me. i was worried about word limit so i didn't mention rue who is ofc important to all of this too - rue learning of wuvvy's betrayal done in the name of love...when i sent the au, i forgot about the glamour aspect

hi. so. i maybe wrote an essay in response to this chain of asks. and honestly very little of it is fun and shippy, it's basically a wuvvy deep dive after the first 400 words. but, y'know, if you squint it's still ostensibly abt a kpvvy au.

if u read it and think 'ok well this guy is a drag' my only defense is that yeah i am kind of a drag.

some mild au hcs to soften the blow:

wuvvy calls in her favor right away, getting hob to help set up the potions, but they fall into the habit of doing tasks for one another in exchange for a favor, which is always called in as another task.

hob's tent is a mess and his presentation is immaculate; wuvvy's to-do list is perfect and she never manages to look tidy. she helps him reorganize with her system, and hob shows her how to care for her clothes and her hair, braids it back on busy days so she isn't stressed, hides love notes in her pockets.

wuvvy introduces hob to the assistants to the assistant, the vast array of working class folk that make the event a success, and he finally feels natural and comfortable letting himself have fun with people who make sense to him.

being capable of beastspeech, wuvvy reads hob's letters to wrackingspelt. hob cries. wuvvy laughs at them both.

wuvvy arrives at the ball with rue but slips away with hob, confused and torn-up and fully in love with both of them. but dancing with rue in the light of the fireworks, kissing hob in the shadowy woods, feeling wanted and letting herself be wanted for the first time in her life, she is deliriously happy. she has always believed that if anyone saw how much she wanted from them, they would turn away in fear or disgust, or would otherwise suffocate under the weight of her affection while never giving her enough in return. between hob and rue, however, she's finding that they can love the monster in her, and their love might actually sate her appetite.

ok. that's all i got. essay:

(1) im so glad u liked my kpvvy ask! i loved reading ur answer and ur thoughts on how it would shake out. i agree that kpvvy are more bittersweet mirrors than trying to save/serve each other, and that respect is so interesting to me. i was worried about word limit so i didn't mention rue who is ofc important to all of this too - rue learning of wuvvy's betrayal done in the name of love…when i sent the au, i forgot about the glamour aspect

(2) so i was thinking of wuvvy secretly approaching kp as herself + generally sussing him out more thoroughly. maybe this would be a way of disarming kp's skepticism, false honesty. kp + rue are harder for me to understand, i have trouble picturing what would happen next. how would hob feel to get to know an equal he admires? so much more approachable + understanding of devotion. maybe wuvvy's just nice at first and then friendly sparring becomes… more than friendly lol

yeah ok! this is a completely different narrative if wuvvy approaches hob as herself. i’m working with something similar for the cyrano au — hob and wuvvy establishing a dynamic that revolves around occupying similar roles with VERY different feelings towards those roles. the question is whether hob would fall for the seduction — if wuvvy approaches him after that moment in the woods, after the burnt letter, i dont know that he would be taken in. this is rue’s best friend, after all. if she approaches him with commiseration and friendship, though, she might catch his heart, and that would make the most sense for her getting the opportunity to see and sympathize with hob.

from there, well. i see them finding each other as collaborators. we know that if hob meets a fey that works and that seeks out his company, he will genuinely want to help them. and we know that he likes the bloom, he’s inspired by it, so there is a lot of opportunity to him to spend time learning about wuvvy’s tasks. she earns his trust by letting him in, then uses that bond to “help” with his own task, situating herself as an outsider to the court of wonder in order to become his confidante, his fellow spy. i like them sparring, i like them sharing their mother tongue with one another, and i do think there’s passion to be explored there. but another scene that jumps out to me is them pouring over the wall of red string and feeling like conspirators, drawing closer behind closed doors. since it’s the seduction angle, i imagine this is where wuvvy would start engaging his affections through tenderness.

(3) the lying would still be lying, that hob caught feelings for wuvvy who is sacrificing herself as a honeytrap for rue. but it's double ouch feeling for him that: not only did wuvvy know the saboteur was rue all along but that she did this FOR rue rather than genuine connection. that wuvvy thought he was dangerous for rue, never actually trusted/liked/wanted him. who could ever like him, etc. easily manipulated blunt instrument. (wuvvy = fine instrument?)

you def hit the nail on the head as far as the severity of the betrayal. hob doesn’t take being used lightly when it comes to rue’s lie, and this would be exacerbated by the fact that he WAS manipulated on purpose and that he WAS taken for a fool. it could only be tempered by real feelings of love and care from wuvvy. bowie emotionsandphenomena pointed out that hob is not functionally a blunt instrument; that may be how boil and blemish see him, but his plans are precise and intelligent. if they’ve been working together, wuvvy would see that, and the betrayal compounds as hob is left feeling as stupid and humiliated as he does when being lambasted by his superiors.

(4) wuvvy, eventually guilty and burning up inside maybe. liking and pitying hob more than she expected. her closest friend besides rue is theo, who she may not have seen for decades or centuries since the last bloom, she has not been lonely but she has only had rue as rue has only had her. with hob it is fun to fight and run and get messy in ways she can't standing next to rue, moving for rue. hob would never, could never tell her what to wear.

(5) idk how rue would re/act… idk if i can see rue falling for wuvvy once hob comes into the picture. maybe if hob really is distracted by wuvvy + refrains from pursuing rue, they would start seeing her as she cares for them: wipes their tears/holds them. but it's hard for me to see how this would help rue see wuvvy's love as romantic. rue learning this has been happening, that wuvvy came between them and hob makes me feel insane tho. it feels so doomed for wuvvy.

wuvvy is not someone who wants to confess her feelings, ever; she doesn’t really seem to trust anyone but herself. honeytrapping hob is just as good as being rue’s assistant because she can create rules for it, she knows what will be expected of her and she acts accordingly. it’s a job, and wuvvy, like hob, is only able to identify her value in being good at her job, in how she meets the conditions she has set. this model has worked well for her thus far; she genuinely has been happy with her arrangement with rue. it’s rue that identifies that she acts a certain way around them, represses some part of herself to make room for rue. it’s rue that identifies, upon divesting themself of their loyalty to the court of wonder, that their position affords them a measure of control over wuvvy.

in contrast, lying to and manipulating hob would put her in that position of control. & she would start to understand why control doesn’t allow for desire. negotiating who has the upperhand when one party can never really achieve that position is not possible.

i think that that’s where this starts to come together. wuvvy sees in hob what happens when you give yourself over to someone so that you are not responsible for your happiness. she can see what it means to be taken advantage of, to be used, and to accept that as the price for having all your decisions made for you. her performance of affection becomes real the longer the honeytrap persists, because she’s seeing the way hob is treated by his court and the lack of joy in his life, which leads her to confront what she has actually been seeking in her relationship with rue.

importantly, wuvvy is happy in her model of devotion. she loves rue, and until that moment in ep3, rue has not used wuvvy, has not wounded wuvvy, and has given wuvvy everything she asked for from the relationship she herself facilitated -- it was a choice, after all. it was the last one she had to make.

loving hob and knowing she has power over him, has used him, and having him love her is what makes her realize that she wants a different relationship with rue — a collaborative relationship, where neither party has the ability to use one another because instead they rely on, care for, and support each other instead. hate to signpost my own analysis but, i have a whole treatise on how this was the climactic point in canon kprue and how it gets reconciled between them.

as far as ruevvy and kprue in the au — rue was canonically falling for wuvvy at the start of the story, and with hob’s attention on someone else after the woods while wuvvy supports rue through their reveal and encouraging their happiness, they would fully commit themselves to wuvvy. it’s less of rue recognizing wuvvy’s feelings and more rue developing their own feelings. and we know that rue would choose to act on those feelings. rue, like hob, hates lying. meanwhile, kprue looks more like canon kpvvy — there’s mutual attraction, perhaps a deeper bond if they get the chance to learn about each other, hob respects and admires rue, rue is jealous of but sympathizes with hob, etc. they don’t have the opportunity to fall in love, but the capacity for love is there, and the closer they draw to wuvvy the closer they will draw to one another.

so when it comes down to it, when wuvvy and hob have fallen for each other, when hob realizes the depth of her betrayal and demands truth at last — well, honestly, i think that they would come to a duel without a confession from wuvvy. they would fight, and as they fight wuvvy would try to defend her actions, and in the defense she would finally let slip the secret that defines her: the impetus was love for rue.

even having been wounded by her, hob would respect wuvvy’s play because of that love, the 'this is how far you will go for rue’ of it all. hob and wuvvy and rue are all written as characters who know how to play the game and play it perfectly. it’s just that rue and hob played it for the courts, which made them unhappy & led to their deep need for authenticity. wuvvy plays it for rue, and hob would see it and WANT that, because wuvvy loves lying so much that she wields it like a board-and-blade. hob would admire it! as long as he gets to be on the other side of it, as long as the player is a person he loves, the only thing that matters to him about their tactics is whether or not they'll include him in the planning.

so i don’t think it would be a doomed ending for wuvvy. in canon rue is able to forgive her without knowing what she did — they respect wuvvy’s tremendous capacity for love, and they don’t mind that no one gets to know why she does what she does, as long as she's doing what she wants. as far as hob, in canon he doesn’t mind everyone constantly revealing their plans or true selves, because now he gets to see how it all worked. this is why kpruevvy is SO potent to me: wuvvy, a character who wants to be the exception to the rule, could only ever have that same exception with rue and hob. they are all ruthless when it comes to love.

in the end, it would come down hob finally recognizing his true nature in wuvvy. taking her off the pedestal and seeing that she wants something that service has not afforded her. wuvvy letting herself want something. both of them realizing that they found real love in one another, and hob forgiving her because he finally understands why. i like the idea of rue interrupting the duel, being there when it all comes to light, and being able to ask them, what was it all for? What, of anything, made them happy? the answer being, ofc, their time spent together, working together, having someone on their side, having someone to touch and kiss and fight and hold. rue is one who allows them to interrogate the burden of love, and how devotion negotiates or excuses that burden through the way devotees develops their selfhood around their object of devotion. this is the sticking point in both wuvvy and hob that rue is constantly trying to unpick; rue is the one to introduce mutualism, the profound benefit of an ethic of care rather than an ethic of service.

(6) unrelated to the au, idk if the canon kprue ending is happy to me, it feels sad like yes rue loves hob, but i feel like hob is wuvvy 2. did he really want to leave the ALL of the goblin court? his salt goblins? grabalba? idk. out of the frying pan… opposite to how i feel about wuvvy's ending - unhappy but free, at least. the mercy of that, out of sight… sorry for so so many asks! i wish the char limit was longer.

sorry but you really lost me here : ( rue knows that hob loves them, hob knows that rue loves him, and the relationship they enter into is explicitly a romantic one, which is to say, fundamentally different than rue’s relationship with wuvvy. taking on wuvvy’s role in rue’s life doesn’t mean that hob takes on the power dynamic that she had with rue. & like, looking at every interaction hob has with a member of the court, it’s clear that they are not his friends, his family, his confidantes — i know we all love grabalba, but she doesn’t care about him, and frankly he only cares about her as far as a codified relationship of fealty to her king. the unnamed goblins are primarily shown to tease hob, boil and blemish use him, and the military unit he commands has no affection for him, just loyalty. he was writing letters to his horse. idk i really dont see how finding love, devoting himself to someone who cares about him, experiencing desire and intimacy, and ultimately building a new life with them alongside their friends, could be construed as anything other than a happy ending. it’s bittersweet, i suppose — he has a lot to unlearn, and he has a lot to discover, and there will be a very long period of time where he struggles to accept the vast changes in his life. but i don’t think any of those changes will have been for the worse.

#be forewarned that below that readmore is. well it's 2.5k words #I Would Say That I Think About Wuvvy Acofaf A Normal Amount #kpvvy #kpruevvy #acofaf

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silentmoths · 2 years

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Howdy hey

it's me back from the sorta dead.

I've taken my break, mulled over a few things, and am ready to get back into writing actually thats a lie, I've been writing near nonstop for a little bit, but it's all small character drabbles and nothing major

BUT

im feeling less burnt out and thats always a good sign.

So I suppose...small life updates first?

Boyfriend and I got T-boned reversing out of our own driveway, that wasnt fun. My mom called me ten days early to sing me happy birthday like a senile bitch, which was really just her humble bragging that she was flying to hawaii the next day, but I did also finally get acess to my grandmothers inheritence...which we're using to buy a car, very adult, very scary, talking finances and repayments, eugh.

Work is currently under heavy renovations, they took my carpet and painted the walls nurse scrub blue and I hate it.

also worked up the courage to tell my boss that I am an illustrator at best, not a graphic designer, and I dont think I'm the right person to be designing all our shit and she was cool w that, Im chill just being a general popcorn shoveller thank you very much.

Speaking of birthday, god I turn 25 in less than a week thats wild, didnt expect to make 21 and here we with my coworkers, all born in the 2000's, wanting to throw me a retirement themed party.

OK NOW writing wise I have 2 things left in my askbox

I'll be doing the not-smut one first and then finally

finally

doing DemonZhongli! part 2 because ya'll fuckers thirsty as hell, it's coming, dont worry, keep your dicks under control till then yeesh.

no but seriously I've still somehow managed to GAIN followers in my break and I really appreciate all yall, thanks for sticking around! <3

#Moth is not silent #moth is screaming at the lights

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genderless-naper · 2 years

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zoro x gf!reader

he says hurtful things to her that affects her and realizes after ! lowercase intended !

everything has been wrong lately. from the way you did things to the way situations played out. you tried to redeem yourself by helping others, but only made things worst.

you burnt the cookies sanji told you to watch. you let the clothes get wet when nami instructed you on how to dry them. You almost set chopper’s doctor station on fire.

you decided to do little helpful tasks at night when everyone was asleep, so they couldn’t see any potential failures. while doing so you found a certain green-headed boyfriend polishing his swordsman skills.

You sneak up to him, “hey babe, do you need help with anything?” he jumped at your sudden appearance

“dont sneak up on people like that y/n” he hissed, trying to cover his surprised reaction. “what are you even doing awake at this time?!”

“i asked you a question moss-head. oh oh! should i help you clean your swords??” you carelessly took one of them from his hands.

he snatched his sword back as fast as you took it. he sighed realizing the only way to get you to leave him alone to train is to give you a task. “there is something you could do.. i need a haircut”

you raised an eyebrow, “a hair cut? in the middle of the night?”

he rolled his eyes “you clearly dont want to help with anything then.” you profusely shook your head. “its just weird to give someone a haircut in the middle of the night..” he shrugged while sitting down crossed armed. he questions your hair cutting skills, but you quickly dismisses his thoughts with reassurance.

you sneaked through sanji’s kitchen to find a dull pair of scissors. you grabbed them without second thought, with excitement surging through your body. only one thought repeated in your head: “will this be the first time i can be helpful..?”

you made your way back to your boyfriend and started trimming his hair. he noticed how tense you were acting. he took note of your shaking hands especially. while moving his head away from you he questioned again, “are you sure you know how to do this? i dont want you messing up my hair like you mess everything up aho”

you were taken a back by his playful like comment, but quickly recovered “stop worrying so much and let me do what i need to do.” zoro struggled off the feeling, and let you do your job. you sighed as you snipped off frail green strands while thinking of his comments. you left him alone once you were finished with your task to make your way back to bed.

the next morning you were woken up with loud bangs in the girls door. you yawn and got up to see nami and robin had already began their day. you opened the door to an enraged and uneven haired zoro. he shot fired shouts, “you said you knew how to cut hair!! now im all lopsided!”

you could hear ussop and luffy bickering in the background about zoro’s hair, while the euro-cook yelled threats at zoro to back away from you. you rubbed the grogginess out your eyes, “i do know how to do it, its just a hair cu-“

you could practically feel the anger seething out of him, “who messes up a hair cut?! its not hard to mess it up! seriously, do you not know anything?!” it was unlike zoro to be so mad over something so small.

he sighed angrily and walked away to nap away his anger. you looked down as the proudness for the haircut faded away. you climbed back into your bed, and stayed hidden in there for the rest of the day. eventually your heard a knock on the door followed by zoro’s voice,

“open the door y/n..” afraid of what might happened if you didnt comply you opened it with your head down. he looked at the depressed state you were in.

you felt tense at his presence. you were so busy preparing yourself for his yelling that you didnt notice the tears racing down your cheeks. zoro looked confused at your reaction, “are you crying?” he question while cupping your cheeks to make you look up at him.

“n-no.. im just really tired..” you replied with a cracked voice. you pulled away from him, and tried to return the door to it closed state to border you from zoro. he stopped his foot in the door crack to stop it from closing, and forced his way in.

loxking the door behind him he threw a million more questions at you. having had enough you let your emotions run wild, “i try so hard to so things right but something wrong always happens!!” you breakdown immediately.

your beloved boyfriend pulled you into his tight embrace, which barely gave you enough space to breath. he let you cry until you couldn’t anymore. you let yourself be supported by his muscular body while he brushed back hair from your face

“im so sorry zoro..” was the only thing you could manage to get out. he shook his head “you’re so dumb sometimes.. getting so worked up over dumb things..” he replied. you looked up at him with teary eyes, “will i be useless forever..?”

he furrowed his brows at your comment, “why would you be useless?” he quickly realized what was making you feel this way, “was it cause i was mad earlier?”

remembering his paining words your eyes stung with tears again. he wiped them, and pulled you into a deep kiss to calm your emotions. you sniffled against him and gripped his shirt. he barely pulled away to rest his forehead against yours. he smiled reassuringly, “everyone makes mistakes y/n, so its okay to make them.. youre human not god”

“but i know everyone gets mad at me! then they pretend its okay! i cant do simple things, i cant help bake cookies, i cant dry clothes, i cant clean up medicine, and i cant even cut ha-!”

zoro cut you off from rambling on, “you don’t need to be good at those things, theres a million other things you’re great at”

he notices you still not believing his statement, so he adds on, “you’re great at making me listen to you, youre really wonderful at helping sanji prepare my bento boxes, you always come to cuddle when i take a nap, and so much more baby..”

you shook your head, “but none of that matters..”he picked you up without struggle and sat with you in your pile of blankets “what’re you d-doing?” you question, but he simply rubs your hip while naming everything beneficial you’re able to do for the crew, and especially for him.

“do you understand why you’re important to us, and why we need you?” he asks, and all you could do without crying again is to nod. then, like light work, he floods you with apologizes and slight pecks for his previous actions. you laughed lightheartedly, which brings comfort to him and makes him smile.

as he hands you the plate of food sanji left by your pile of blankets earlier, “you need to be less concerned with doing good for others and more concerned with doing good for yourself. you havent eaten all day aho” he tsk’d playfully which turned your lips upward.

“i’ll keep that in mind darling.. but im still not forgiving you for making me feel like shit you asshole” he rolled his eyes and fired back “and im still not gonna forgive for messing up my hair, asshole” you giggles at his reply and fed your hungry swordsman while you ate aswell.

you both spent the rest of the day cooped up in the girls dorm. which angered nami. it also sparked a small argument between her and zoro. at night you both escaped to the decks where you helped him fix his uneven moss-colored hair.

to end the eventful night you both laid together under the brilliant starry night. he stole many kisses from you while you were distracted with naming the constellations you saw. he eventually fell asleep with you playing with his now even hair. he mumbles the list of things he mentioned you were good at again in his sleep. you couldnt help but smile at his murmurs about his sweet girlfriend💚

hai everyone i hope u all enjoyed the little drabble fic~ definitely leave me some critiques or advice! this is the first fic that ive written to be published :))

#one piece #rorono zoro #x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x you #one piece zoro #op #one piece drabble #onepiece imagines #zoro imagine #one piece x reader

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violetnotez · 3 years

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hi! may i pls make a request for bokugo, todoroki and midoriya hcs on what they would do if they had to vs their secret crush in the 1v1 ua sports festival arc? i hope you have a great day!!🥺

Hi babe! Im so sorry it took so long to make these, but I literally couldn’t stop thinking about this idea cause it was so fricking cuttteeeeeeeee

I did headcannons as well as a short one shot right after, I hope thats alright! <3

Music Genre: Pop | BNHA

Characters: Bakugo, Shoto, Izuku

Warnings: cussing

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Bakugo

This dude right here ^^^

Sorry but-hes not gonna be too kind

Bakugo most deifnitely is denying every single damn sign that he has a crush on you

He deifnitely doesn’t stare at you for way too long during class, or doesn’t smirk to himself when you got past this first round, and his heart didn’t drop to the floor when he realized he would have to fight against you

Nope, deifnitley not

😑😑😑 Bakugo stop being a shit and admit you have feelings

Kirishima was the one who first recognized his crush on you, and you know damn well he noticed Bakugo’s demeanor instantly changed when he saw your face flash against his in the versus round

When Bakugo saw that on the screen, his shoulders instantly stiffened, his eyes steeled, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets so no one could see how tightly his hands were balled up

Only Kirishima noticed the change in his best friend as his freinds cheered at the line up

“Hey-you okay dude?” He asked, his voice full of concern as he tried to place a hand on his shoulder

Of course, Bakugo being the little shit he is, shoved his hand away with his shoulder, standing up quickly

“I’m gonna go get ready for the 2nd round,” he grumbled, giving his friend a side eyed look and he turned his back on the stadium and going to the hallways to chill

Now, even though he was rudeeeeeeeee af, this dude is freaking the hell out internally

He wants to win so badly, but-at what cost? Something was different with you-he was okay with putting his all into each and every fight

If he had to hurt himself, or hurt his opponent to come out on top-that’s all that mattered right? But for some reason, the thought of hurting you made his body feel queasy and made him feel like shit-

this never happened to him, this possessive want to protect someone and keep them safe-this was such a foreign feeling that it kind of scared him

Was he getting soft? Was he not tough anymore?

He didn’t know what to do-go easy on you and potentially let you win, making him look weak? Or go all out, making sure he wins to the point that he hurts you-which would make him feel like shit after. Would you hate him after? Could he handle that idea of you despising him for hurting you?

These thoughts were making him so conflicted to the point of rage , and Bakugo being Bakugo, he was just fuming internally,

his digits were tugging at his strands, his fist colliding with the table as a curse slipped through his lips

He didn’t know what to do and it was fucking annoying to him

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“So I guess we’re paired together huh?” your voice echoed through the deathly silent room, the sound sending a cold shiver down Bakugo’s back.

He quickly looked up, his chest tightening at the mere sight of you leaning against the door frame.

“This is my fucking room-get out,” he grumbled, his crimson red eyes squinting at you at an attempt to look intimidating.

You simply rolled your eyes, a small smirk playing on your lips.

You had known Bakugo for too long and too well to get scared at his harsh words anymore.

“I don’t see your name on the door,” you quipped back with a grin, “and besides, it might be good Im in here. You’re so loud somebody’s gonna think you’re talking to yourself.”

Shit-was he really starting to talk to himself now?

Bakugo swallowed a clump of saliva, a pit growing in his stomach. If he was talking to himself-did you hear everything he had said? Did you know he was actually thinking of going soft on you?

You noticed how he stiffened at your words, a gruff exhalation of breath leaving his lips.

“Don’t worry, I was just joking around-“, You simply chuckled, shaking your head as you sat down next to him. “-but you still are really loud though.”

“And you’re still fucking annoying, as always.”

“Ouch!” You smiled, scrunching up your nose in mock hurt.

Bakugo pursed his lips, hating how cute he found you when you made that expression.

You didn’t seem to notice the way Bakugo was affected by your movement, taking a deep breath.

Something in your expression had changed-you no longer looked so carefree and relaxed. You gave him a concerned look, your teeth gnawing at the side your cheek.

“So is something on your mind? You’re usually always cussing someone out, but cussing at the air isn’t usually your thing.”

His feet shuffled under the table, his hands way more clammy than they usually were. So he really was being too loud- he needed to think of soemthing to tell you. And something realllllll fucking quick.

But he couldn’t-he felt like his was gasping for air, just staring at your waiting face. God, why did he have to actually like you like that? Now as he’s looking at you, something in his heart hurt-he couldn’t hurt you. He just-couldnt. He’d feel like a dick after and he’s never be able to forgive himself if he laid even a scratch on you.

Why was this so fucking hard?

You sighed, your tongue swiping your bottom lip as you look down at your hands.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine,” you looked up, your eyes piercing to him and making his lungs feel shut off. “But-dont let it affect you. I want you to come at me with all you got-“

You gave him a devilish grin, your eyes sparkling.

“-I wanna rub it in your face that I actualy beat you in front of a whole ass crowd. Might be good for you ego too,” you gave out a laugh at the last sentence, Bakugo’s shoulder softening slightly.

“Tch-,” he grunted out, his crimson eyes rolling in their sockets, “-like you could ever fucking beat me.”

You gave him one final look, your eyes quitting at him with a mischievous glint.

“We’ll see about that,” you gave him one last smile, standing up from your chair.

“I’ll see ya later.”

Bakugo heard your feet walk out the room, that tell tale click of the door closing softly reverberating in the room. He let out a sigh, something about your words making him feel like a huge weight just left his shoulders.

If you wanted him to go all out-then he’d do it.

Izuku

Dude, this poor baby

He’s actually freaking out. Like HARD.

Izuku wants to win pretty badly to prove it to himself, his family, his mentor/role model...but at what cost? Hurting you?

Hahah well that’s funny cause that ain’t happening

He’s legit thinking of just going easy on you-what’s the harm in that? Sure he might lose, but at least he wouldn’t have to deal with the guilt-

This dude is not very good at hiding his feelings for you, so of course Iida and Ochaco already know of this infactuation obsession Izuku has for you

They kinda have to explain to him that’d it be really really stupid to just let you beat himjust because he didn’t want to hurt you

Iida basically explained that it’d hurt the “pride and prestige quality of the games” if he didn’t “fight to his fullest” and “y/n’s honor would be incredibly diminished” as the fight “wouldn’t be fair nor honest”

Which basically translated to just fight her Midoriya

Uraraka told him that you could hold your own, and you wouldn’t ever get mad at him cause like-it’s the point for everyone to fight their all to win

So Izuku kinda took a chill pill

Until he stepped into that arena

Cause ohohoohohoh it is wayyyyy different from talking about fighting to actually doing it

He’s kinda nervous at first-cause it’s happening. He has to actually fight you like this. In front of everybody.

Damn fate really did not like him right now did it?

You come at him full force-and holy CRAP did it throw him off

But it kind of woke him up to the situation-if your going to try your best, then he felt a little bit better forcing himself to do his best as well

Doesn’t mean he doesn’t wanna scream “Sorry!” And run over to you everytime he blasts ya with OFA, but it’s all good

Your fight was a little bit longer than the others, but in the end, you lost to Izuku

You two were seriously burnt out though-you got cuts and bruises everywhere from falling (and a big ass headache), and Izuku’s arms looked like burnt fried chicken

Deku felt pride in himself, cause damn you were really strong and he actually fought you off but-he hurt you AND made you lose

Looking at your face, he feels like shit-cause of course you look really beat down knowing you won’t be advancing to the next round

His foot stumbled forward, wanting to go see if you were okay

But the teachers quickly usher you two to go see the nurses, so he just had to give you an apologetic look until he could actually talk to you

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Izuku sat on the make shift bed, every movement he made setting off a plethora of crinkling noises from the paper overlay.

Everything seemed to be okay with him-he was actually surprised to hear he wasn’t as beat up as he thought he really was. Over course, Recovery Girl scolded him for taking such a risk on his body with his quirk, but with a big smooch on his cheek he was ready to go.

He heard a click of a door opening, expecting to see Recovery Girl come hobbling over to check his vitals one last time-until he looked up and his heart stopped on his chest.

There you were, banged up and bruise, your stance favoring your right side.

You seemed to be pretty surprised to see him too-your eyes widened in shock, and your shoulders stiffened at the sight of him.

Izuku’s head was going on overdrive-how were you feeling? Where you okay? Did he hurt you that badly? did you hate him? Was he invading your space just being present?

The thoughts were coming a mile a minute, his mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish as he kept watching you with a stunned, blank expression.

To his relief, your shocked expression turned into a small smile and your eyes softened as you looked at Izuku’s shy gaze.

“Hey,” you simply said, breaking the awkward silence of the room.

Izuku quickly cleared his throat, repeating a “hey” back to you as he watched you sit down, his toes scrunching in his battered red shoes.

Guilt was bubbling in his stomach, his brows knitted in pain as you tred to sit down on a hospital bed. You were practically limping your way to sit down, the unmissable look of pain knitted in your brows.

God, he did that? To you-out of all the people in the world, you were one of the last people he would ever want to land a finger on. Of course, you had messed him up pretty badly, but it just felt strange to know he had caused you this discomfort.

“Are you-you feeling alright?” He asked quietly, his voice meek and hesitant.

You gave him another strained smile, using the table next to you to support your weight.

You weren’t going to deny it-Izuku really did a number on you. In the fight, your adrenaline was kicking in so much that the pain was barely even noticeable to you. But now that you were calm and collected, the throbbing pain that seemed to be everywhere was coming out in full force.

“Yeah, I’m doing okay-I guess,” you gave a small chuckle, trying to hide the grimace as a zap of pain pierced your bruised rib cage.

Izuku immediately noticed that look on your face, his feet touching the cold linoleum floor.

You felt hands gingerly circle around your sides, the pressure reassuring yet light, heat from another person radiating onto your back.

Midoriya was supporting your battered body, leading you to the closest bed and setting you down gingerly.

To say the feeling of Izuku holding you was making you flustered was an understatement-you were freaking the hell out. But something about him holding you was so comforting-even with him beaten up, and him being the reason you were in this portion- he still somehow was able to make you feel safe and protected.

“ ‘Zuku,” you asked, your heart thumping a mile a minute, “what are you-you doing?”

He set you down gingerly, his hands light and feathery against your skin.

“I-Uh,” He have you a sheepish grin, his cheeks red and his voice a stuttering mess from that nickname. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-to offend you, you just seemed like you were hurting...”

You tilted your head with a grin, your hand wrapping around his wrist for support.

“Don’t worry-you didn’t,”

His face light up, a warm relieved grin on his lips.

“Oh good! I was worried, cause after the whole match and everything, and you looked so hurt, I just, I don’t know, I was worried maybe you wouldnt want me around but I just didn’t want to-“

For some reason, that relief that you didn’t hate him had released the stuttering of poor Izuku, his brain going once again at a pace much to fast to comprehend.

You could barely catch a word, but you were able to stitch his thoughts together, a giggle escaping your lips.

He couldn’t be more adorable, could he?

Your heart pounded in your chest as your digits wrapping around his freckled cheeks. The sensation of your skin so close to his made his mouth stop in its tracks, his emerald eyes wide with shock.

“You really think I’d hate you ‘Zuku?”

God-he love that nickname. Your voice sent a shockwave if electricity through his body, his mind helplessly numb and in control by you.

Even with you cradling his cheeks, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you.

“I-Uh-Uh....maybe?”

Izuku heard you sigh, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip.

He know it would look strange to anyone walking in, with him standing in between your legs and your hands wrapped against his cheeks. He knew he should move, just in case of the off chance somebody could walk in, but-he didn’t want to. He was in love with the feeling of your body so close to his, finally able to drink in every beautiful feature of your face, put every perfect sensation into his memory....it was nerve wracking yet soothing and he never wanted this moment to end.

“Deku, I could never hate you,” you smiled gingerly, your mind fighting your digits from tracing each adorable freckle decorating his face.

He looked at you with wide, confused eyes, his bruised lips parted and mind blank.

You said-you didn’t hate him?

He felt a rush of relief completely envelope his body, feeling on top of the world. You didn’t hate him for fighting you-and you even said you could never hate him. Was he really that lucky to have such a sweet crush like you?

He felt so happy he just had the undeniable want to just kiss you-you we’re close enough after all, he could just lean in to you....

“Oh-uh,” he quickly stuttered our, terrified he would actually act on what he was thinking, “Thats-thats great, thank you,”

You chuckled at his flustered ness, his cheeks a raging red from his thoughts-he definitely wouldn’t ever stop being a nervous wreck around you.

Shoto

Honestly, you would never know Shoto had a crush on you

hes just SO HARD TO READ

Also this boy would be the last person to realize he had a crush in the first place

very very oblivious poor baby

anyways, because of this oblivious part of him, he’d probably figure out he had a crush right then and there

Like, as he sees your face flash against his, and theres a big VS symbol in between you two

He gets this terrible, sinking feeling

like OH SHIT I have to fight them

He knew something was different this time around, because with everyone else he was fighting agains,t he could give two shits about them

but with you, the person he was actually fighting against felt important now

He just didn't want to fight you

So that through him off- big time

*queue a shoto todoroki internal monologue

this guy is really having an epiphany rn

Like dang- all those times I would stare at them, or get angry when somebody hurt them, or my face would get really hot when they told me “hi” meant I liked them!?

This pooor thingggggggggggggggg

Now,

Shoto isnt egotisitical-

hes just practical

So he knows that he would probably win this match-

he saw you as a great fighter, yet his quirk was alot more flashy and powerful than yours

So he had either two options:

one) was to just go all out and try to finish the match ASAP, or

two) prolong it, so you could get some exposure to the heroes watching

(spoiler alert- he goes with number two)

But what he doesn't realized is how FLUSTERED he gets when hes fighting you

He’s never been close to you like this before, even if you are fighting-and damn he didn't realize he had been craving this

He was making more mistakes than he usually would make in a match like this, so it was harder for him to keep the upper hand like he thought he would

But, of course- this is Shoto Todoroki we’re talking about

He finally zaps out of this love sick puppy phase and he starts to fight you for real now-

anddddddd he manages to push you off the stage boundaries

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Shoto took a deep breath, his lungs feeling icy from his quirk and his body heavy with fatigue.

Damn- that was a hard ass fight.

The sound of a roaring crowd was piercing his ears, Present Mic’s booming voice echoing the results of the matchup.

“Todoroki” seemed to be echoing throughout the stadium, his last name a mantra in the speakers. He won the match after all- he’d be advancing.

Shoto licked his lips, the tang of blood sparking in his mouth. Shoto didnt really feel much in these moments, as he could never really appreciate the achievements he had under his belt at such a young age.

But right now, something different was bubbling in his stomach- Shoto turned to look at you, your knees digging into the gravel and your fists balled into the dirt, your head laying low.

It wasnt rocket science to tell you were feeling down about loosing the match, and Shoto could see you were frustrated by the circumstances- he won, and you didnt.

Watching you struggling to get up from the icy ground he had made, your body beaten and bruised....he felt-guilty.

Suddenly, he felt his feet walking towards you, his heart beating a mile a minute in his chest.

His head was swarming with nerves as he held out his digits, his palm stretched out in a peace offering.

“Here,” his voice was smooth and deep, sending a shiver down your spine as you looked up at his outstretched digits.

You gave him a quizzical look, almost as if to say “what are you doing?”

Shoto bit his bottom lip, looking at the side as his cheeks flushed red.

“Take my hand-you’re injured.”

His tone was placid and calm, his bi colored eyes boaring into yours. It was just so confusing....he won the match, so why did he want to help you?

“Why?” you asked, your voice groggy and thick.

“Because-you’re hurt, and I’m certain my old man wouldn’t want me to be doing this. So I want to do it.”

I small laugh escaped your lips, the sound so sweet that it made Shoto’s face even more red and his heart beat faster in his chest.

“Shoto Todoroki being a rebel-“ you joked, shaking your head as you laughed, “I wouldn’t expect that from you.”

You looked up at the Todoroki son, a smile on your lips as you took his hand.

Ah crap-Shoto was really over heating at this point, his mind going haywire as he tried to figure out why it was so hard to keep his right side at bat as he pulled you up from the floor.

He found something so endearing about how small your palm was compared to his-it fit almost perfectly in his, the skin soft and warm against his.

Shoto cleared his throat, his eyes dancing nervously, trying his best to get his nerves in check.

“Is that-a bad thing?” He asked, feeling slightly sad that you had taken your hand out of his to dust off your tattered PE pants.

“Nope,” you said, popping the “p” in the sentence, “I think it’s a good thing-I like it.”

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kwonhoshi0 · 3 years

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𝐢’𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | h.c

navigation | requests : open | 2nd march 2021

pairing : bakugou x gn!reader

genre : angst, fluff

warnings : self harm, scars, may be triggering

request : hello :) i really love your writing, you’re very talented. would it be ok if i request a struggling/sh y/n x bakugou? only if that’s ok with you. have a good day/ night x

note : im going to make this about bakugou finding out you used to self harm because i know you can get through this and when you do, you can come back here and be extremely proud of yourself just like bakugou is and just like i am.

quirk : telekinesis, when you overuse your quirk you get lightheaded and your nose bleeds

: you are all mights niece, you live with him

[ bakugou ]

> before you lived with all might you lived with your parents

> your mother died when you were young and so your dad remarried only for the woman he calls wife to be a manipulative hag

> one day when she was taking advantage of her authority when your dad wasn't home all might was visiting and he heard everything

> he didn't let it go lightly, he constantly checked up on you and told your dad but he had been broken for so long because of your mothers death that he was blinded

> all might realised that neither of them were fit to look after you so he took you in, he noticed your scars and marks and understood how much of a burden those small marks can be, its not the same but he has so many scars from overworking himself with one for all

> he got you the help you need and every week you'd have one day where you talk about all your worries and urges

> your urges slowly got easier to manage with time

> it was because of him that you got out of that toxic household, thats when you realised that being hero doesn't mean physically saving people all the time

> mentally saving someone takes more work and all might had helped you do just that

> thats when you decided you wanted to save others too

> you got into UA through recommendations because of your connection to all might

> when you first got to know bakugou it was because you had to co-operate alongside eachother fighting a villain

> you were unstoppable together

> using your quirk you could throw him towards the villains and immediately immobilised them

> after that fight you talked laughing about the villains defeat

> you slowly felt yourself warming up to the boy and noticed he was warming up to you as well

-> when he asked you out

> the sun was setting and you and bakugou were walking to the dorms together

> for some reason he was a little quieter than usual and you decided to question him asking if he was alright

> ‘i uh, i like you..’

> of course you like him too but you’re worried about how he’ll react your scars

> ‘i..have uhm problems? that i dont want to put on you, it wouldnt be fair, i do like you too i really do but i dont expect you to uh-’

> ‘wait, y/n i don’t fuckin care about that, you're not a fuckin burden for having problems, whatever it is you can tell me when you want.. but i’m not going to stop likin you because of it, alright dumbass?’

> you nodded trying to hide the smile plastered on your face

> when he noticed your scars he didnt point them out he knew how wrong that would be

> you were all training in assigned pairs and you were against todoroki

> he had burnt the arm of your training suit off by accident, it didn’t hurt since it was from a distance which is the only time todoroki is allowed to use his flames during training

> when he noticed he decided to confront you about it in the most delicate way possible

> you knew this was going to happen some day but you also knew that he would support you no matter what

> so when you got back from training youre laying in his bed when he walks over to you and sits next to you

> he takes your arm and places small kisses along it before laying next to you and nuzzling his nose into your neck sighing

> ‘i’m proud of you, you don’t have to talk, but i need you to know i’m so fuckin proud of you’

> if you started tearing up he would’ve pulled you onto his chest and played with your hair explaining why hes proud of you for going through that and being here

taglist :

@todoroki-shoto-is-life @blazedbakugou @luluwiie @blue-gold-demigod-clouds @gazelle-des-pres @gaysimpsstuff

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hitoshisbabygirl · 3 years

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Keys hit the table and the usual grunt of cuss words fill the living room of the shared apartment of Bakugou and his roommate [ ]. Hearing the angry blonde enter [ ] felt herself getting up as she entered into the shared living room of them “Bad day?” She asked as vermillion eyes glanced towards her concerned [ ] ones. “ ‘M fine'' The usual grunt filled the room as he pushed back past the worried girl. Frowning and used to this curt greeting of his from the last few days [ ] sighed and went back to their kitchen yelling to the blonde that she started a shower for him, getting no real response from him.

Bakugou and [ ] had an odd relationship. They started to live together because of the boys burning his kitchen on their day off when they all lived together. He told the others ‘She was the only smart one out of his dumbass friends and the only one he could trust to not burn his place down’ and with that the usual group of Sero, Denki and Kirishima moved out of his place and to the place beside him ,the group wanting to still be around the grumpy blonde. [ ] was used to coming over with Mina and the group being around before Bakugou asked her, quite aggressively one day ( Oi you're moving in with me, i'm tired of these dumbasses destroying my place on their days off of patrol) which is how they ended in this arrangement

Even with Bakugou being a handsome and very popular hero with ladies, he never had anyone over, no awkward run-ins with [ ] staying there, nothing at all. He rarely even left the house to visit the others unless he knew he had the time for it. Bakugou was dedicated , being the #2 hero he had little time for much outside of work. He refused to take brakes, no matter how much [ ] and the others tried to get him out hed huff and puff about work until he actually had fun at whatever function it was that he was dragged to so he could get fresh air

He'd been like this since highschool when she met him. Angry , confidence that was more like cockyness, a temper to be messed with, prideful and not afraid to speak his mind, good or bad. [ ] could remember from when she used to get paired with him how smart he actually was, but how he could also belittle you if you didn't realize he gave you backward compliments. She owns him over with taking him head to head on, in practice battles and in the work behind the scenes. Bakugou wouldn't admit it but [ ] kept him together, more than he let show on the outside. From bandaging him up after an intense fight, to letting him vent when he was angry ; [ ] was there for everything, his good , bad and ugly.

Hearing the showeer turn off [ ] continued to find them something to eat as the silence in the room was comforting. As dinner started she took his hero clothes to the washer, starting the load so he'd have a fresh outfit, even with him having multiples of the hero costume, he was quite fawn of the one that he had gotten during highschool, the measurements needing to be increased heavily for his now large size but that was nothing for [ ]. As a gift once he got his own agency she had repaired the old threads, even going far enough to bulking them up so they'd be less prone to ripping or shrinking. That was the one time [ ] had seen emotion flash through the stoic blonde before he thanked her, genuinely with a rare smile that blessed his face.

Soon though, she felt a presence in the room. Turing around she was met with those same vermillion eyes, this time the look in them unreadable as he stared his friend down “Yes Kasuki?” [ ] said as she turned back to the boiling pot of rice on the stove “What Are cooking?” He asked as he stood over the aisle to see what she was stirring. “Rice so far, do you want chicken, fish or beef to go with it?” She asked as she turned to the still staring blonde, his eyes wavering as she stared back at him “Are you okay Suki?” [ ] said again as he pushed himself up , crossing around the aisle before going to her side “You don't have to do this for me” He said as she ignored him “ So Chicken is fine?” “[ ], i'm not a child you don't have to keep treating me like one” Sighing the girl turned to him, seeing that he was hunched over the counter, stretching his back as she could see the pained expression as he pulled out the muscle “Sit down yeah? Consider this an early birthday present to you” [ ] said as he gave her a glare “That doesn't mean you have to constantly cook and do shit like this for me, I have two weeks before it anyway” “Katsuki, sit down and take the kindness i'm giving you and hush” Pointing with her stirring spoon [ ] shooed the now grumbling and fussing blonde away. Just a usual day in the apartment

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Hearing a loud cuss from the living room [ ] got up to see her roommate slump against the door, face tensed in apin as he ganced to the concerned girl “Shit, fix your face princess ‘m fine, just a bit of - fuck…- jsut soem pain is all” Reaching for the blonde [ ] helped him in, the larger male trying to hold up his weight as much as he could as she helped him to their bigger bathroom, sitting him on the toilet “Do you have any cuts or anything? Should we go to the doctor?” [ ] asked as a large hand sat over hers that went for his shirt “Im okay [ ], just some bruising and some little cuts here and there okay? Don't worry your pretty head about me” Feeling her face heat up she ignored what he said and started to help him out of his clothes, showing her a dark and slightly bloody mess of his rib cage. Wincing from the sight alone she started to lightly clean around the open wounds and surface scrapes around them. As she did he told her about the recent building that was destroyed from him using his blast too intense in one area like the villains he fought wanted him to. Another bad habit of BAkugous was beating himself up when he felt like he did poorly, which took a lot of trying to get him to let out. He would just overwork himself instead of relaxing and taking time to cool off and realize he wasn't the issue. “Any pain when I push here?” with a slight push bakugou hissed, eyes closing as she pressed deeper on his rib cage “Sorry sorry” Wrapping him up as tight as he could take [ ] stooped to look over his injuries, a frown on her lips “Stop it” Bakugou said, causing the girl to blink at him “ Stop what?” She asked as he met her eyes in the mirror “You're pouting. I'm a big boy thats what me being a hero is for i can take it , don't baby me” Her frown now deeping [ ] pushed his shoulder “Well you need a break , last week you were babying your shoulder now your ribs, im calling you in sick” Growling Bakugou went to sat something until he saw her face ; fear. She was afraid one night he wouldn't come home, that it would be the others telling her he was gone permanently. With a deep sigh he reached for her hand, pulling her back to him as he gave her a hug. Concerned and trying to come to her racing heart she looked up to those deep eyes of his, the same concert starting to fill them “ [ ]...i'll take the week off it makes you happy and rest, I’ll be okay alright? Just...please..I dont want to disappoint the one person who helps me even when im stupid and tells me what i need to hear without just agreeing with me” Shocked at his words all [ ] could do was rub his arm and bury her face in his warm chest, inhaling the smell of smoke and burnt caramel from his skin “Oi princess..” He rasped out as she just hummed , not moving from her spot. With ease the still injured blonde picked her up effortlessly and placed her on the sink, causing her to cry out. Slowly he let his hands trace her face, their eyes studying the other as he pressed his forehead to hers “Thank you..for dealing with me” He whispered against her lips as they slowly closed the gap between them, lips sealing in a soft peck. As soon as it happened it was over, Bakugou pulled away before he got too invested. Biting his bottom lip he gave her a lopsided smile, heading to his bedroom

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4/20, The day of the birthday boy Katsuki rolled in a lot faster than he thought it would. Sitting up slowly he looked around his dark room, the bright light of 2:00 am mocking him as he got up to go to his kitchen. Seeing [ ] humped over at the computer sparked the explosion heros curiosity. Finishing his glass of water she came over to her, seeing that she had one last piece of paper in her hands that strangely looked like….

“Are those my reports?” a deep voice rumbled out. Letting out a screech [ ] jumped, turning in the swiveling chair to an almost adorable sight. A shirtless and sleepy Bakugou was rubbing his eyes as he let himself focus on her “Uhm...well yeah they are. They're all done now!” [ ] said as she gave him a wide smile whined the blondes' frowns deeped “You did all of my paperwork?” He said in disbelief as she looked at her hands , picking at her hand “Well yeah...I wanted you to have a non stressful birthday” She admitted as he scoffed , getting closer to her as he wrapped his arms around her neck and the top of the chair “You're so sweet...too good for me….” He grumbled as he hid his face in the nervous girl's neck. Gasping as she felt his hot lips kiss the junction of her neck she couldn't help but lean over more . letting him absentmindedly kiss her all over her shoulder and neck, little ‘Thank yous’ spilling from the tired man's lips. Still following his same path he worked his way up to her cheek, basking in the little laugh she let out as he nuzzled under her chin. Slowly what happened a few days ago repeated itself, they were face to face as his still sleep swarming eyes stared back at her curious ones. Tapping her bare leg from her seat she moved as he took her by the arm to his room. Hearing her heart in her ears [ ] sucked in a breath as he flopped on his luxury bed, making grabby hands at the standing girl. Giggling [ ] crawled in the bed with him as he pulled her on top of him “[ ]....” He groaned as she looked at him. Licking his lips as whispering Bakugou spoke “ I really like you...You and shitty hair dont have to do much for me all i want is you…” He said as she gave him a wide eyed look, not sure she heard him right “Yeah im finally admitting it...ive had a crush on you for a while...i never noticed it until Shitty hair called me out for having a worse mood when that good for nothing vibrating little shit tried to steal you from me at the banquet” As the comfortable silence filled the room he spoke up again “ And i really...wanna kiss you….but im scared you wouldn't like me back...after all these years of dealing with my shit and how i can be...your like a godsend to me..” As he opened his eyes to her he was surprised to feel her lips press against his , full and warm. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in his lap as they kissed more and more, the kiss becoming deeper as she pulled away, whispering a soft ‘ I love you’ as he kissed her again until they drifted to sleep in eachothers arms.

#mha #bakugou katsuki #fluffy #ah domestic Bakugou #4/20 happy birthday Bakugou!#hbd baby #I love this man 🥺#my angry pompom #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha #katsuki bakugo x reader #this was supposed to post yesterday but yknow it didn’t work 😀#i hate it here sometimes #ahem anyway #enjoy!#💕💕

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xgryffinwhore · 3 years

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can you do something with bev🥺 like it can be literally anything - it’s just so hard to find stuff on her

I KNOW RIGHT!!! bev content is lackingg!! don’t worry, i got you

the right words to say

warnings: bev x fem reader!!! soft fluffiness heh. and smoking. aaaand language.

word count: 1.2k

her fiery locks bounced short on her head as she road fleeing sherman lane. her crew socks and worn out reebok’s peddling her rusty bike down the slope of the asphalt. lose floral sundress flying back from her sped, the cuts and scars on her legs exposed. some fresh, from your recent adventures.

she is your best friend, always will be. ever since you two met each other, your souls intertwined. she’s cool, cooler than anyone you’ve ever met. she’s stubborn, can be such a prick sometimes. but she’s beautiful, in a friend sort of way. yeah, just in a friend way. right?

to be honest you had no idea. sure, you were in highschool, you had boyfriends and you liked your boyfriends. but your boyfriends didn’t act like bev, they didn’t speak like bev, and they sure and hell didn’t smell like her(like the perfume she stole from the mall; citrusy with a touch of musk.

it was just a girl thing though, it was normal to think your friends were pretty and shit. everything you were feeling is NORMAL. it’s normal to blush when you think of your friends, it’s normal to stare at them when they’re not looking, and it’s normal to imagine their lips on yours so soft an-

“l/n” bev mused “you seriously need to go to bed earlier, it’s like i’m pulling you down from jupiter.” you shook your head and looked back at bev, her break stand on the gravel and her foot dangling from the bike seat where she perched.

“sorry marsh, i’m good now” you threw your bike on the ground and began walking with her toward the quarry. the water was a deep turquoise today, matching your bra you used for a bathing suit.

you both stripped eagerly, the summer sun making your skin hot to the touch. she wore a white bra and pantie set, with little pink polka dots. “nice lingerie” she joked, pointing at your black underwear with a small duck on them. “shut it bev.”

you held yourself hand out in an invitation to hers, you always held hands and jumped in together. her hand clasped yours, it was rough and calloused from the days she spent climbing up trees to get away from henry and gretta. before you had time to think bev had jumped, her weight pulling you with her.

the water always felt the same, frigid. it was refreshing on the days that you couldn’t walk on the asphalt barefoot without burning the soles of your feet.

beverley’s head popped up shortly after yours, she slicked her amber locks back and inhaled deeply. your bodies floated on the stagnant water, for a while actually, it was so peaceful.

your bodies migrated to the shallow part of the quarry, a little place you and her called ‘pebble palace.’ she handed you a opaque stone “pebble for your thoughts” she always did that. you took the pebble and rubbed it in between your index finger and thumb. “dont really have any right now” you breathed, your mind crowded with every thought imaginable.

“well i have one” she stole the stone back from you, “scared for highschool to start back up, if ‘m bein honest” she skipped the stone into the water, that’s what you two did. after a pebble-thought has shared, you had to throw the pebble back into the water.

school was closer then you’d like to admit, a week left of days like this. you picked up a pebble and threw it in the water, “still get to see you though, so i’m not too bummed.” she smiled like the always did, “yeah, it’s that aspect isn’t as sucky”

she laid back on one of the rocks, she usually naps around this time after we are done swimming. the sun captured her perfectly, her freckles looked like constellations and her limbs were loose and relaxed. she was alluring.

her nap was short lived, the sun was hot, you both mutually agreed to go back into the water. she splashed you "so, you still talking to kent?" she asked, you looked down and smiled "nah, too boring." you both splashed each other and she prodded "but why not? too pretty to be riding solo"

that made you blush under your sun burnt skin, she took noticed and continued "probably the most gorgeous girl in this town" she traced her fingers along your jaw "soft on the eyes" she slurred.

you stood there idle, why was she doing this to you?

"such pretty hair" with her other hand she rain her fingers through your damp ends "and eyes" she titled up your head to make eye contact with her. she was close now, you could smell the lilac candies on her breathe. you both subconsciously gravitated closer to each other, you lips almost brushing. your breath became audible, the tension in the air could be cut with a knife.

you turned around and regulated your air flow. "what the fuck marsh" you cursed "what the fuck is happening?" you carded your locks through your fingers, your world running in circles around you. "im sorry y/n- i thought you liked it!" she sloshed her legs through the water to be face-to-face to you once again.

"what are you trying to do to me?" your feeling welled up in the corners of your eyes and began to drip down your face. " y/n, i thought you and me and some -eh- chemistry?" your eyes went blank, homosexuality was a ew concept in the 80's. sure, men homosexuality was well known but female? barley heard of, basically only in porn (which you may or may not have watched.)

"bev- we cant be into each other" you laughed nervously "we are friends, we are GIRLS, we cant like each other." beverley's face dropped in disbelief "i see the way you look at me l/n, you cant fake that type of shit" you tried to stop her but she kept going:

"youre the only person who makes me feel something, youre the light of my life. youre not like anyone else, better than any stupid boy. youre everything y/n, everything."

your words stumbled together, you couldnt form a sentence if your life depended on it. "i- well thats so nice of you ca- i feel that som- well no that you r- like agree-" she hushed you with a kiss, fire works went off in your head. kissing a girl felt so much better then kissing a guy.

you spent the rest of the evening holding hands and walking around the forest 'no i thought you were so pretty' 'i think ive like you forever, swear to god!'

bev and you road back to your house, your curfew was soon. "so" bev started "ive been dropping hints for like- ever- why didnt you stay anything?"

you bit your lip in contemplation; you were never really good with phrasing things. "i guess i was just looking for the right words to say" you bashed. "and that is" bev leaned in "i love you" you whispered, she answered by kissing you one last time before the sun fell behind the horizon.

#beverly marsh #Beverly Marsh fluff #bev marsh #it fic #it can fic #Sophia Lillie #Sophia lillis fic #Beverley marsh #beverly marsh imagine #beverley marsh imagine #fluff #Sophia lillis imagine #it fluff #it fanfiction #it chap 2 #it chapter two #it movie

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Hi, I just want to say that I really love your writings and they actually really help me relax after a hard day!😊But today i just wanted to feel pain, so can I please have a dying! reader headcannon with Chrollo. If you do write for these, Im really sorry if you dont.

Oh, anon, who hurt you? I'll make myself cry, most probably 😭

Anyway, thank you and I'm glad to hear that! 😄 And thank you for the request as well! I hope you'll enjoy this! 🙇

A/N: the idea sorta came while listening to A Grave Mistake by Ice Nine Kills (I love the live version from SiriusXM, like please 😭💞). And I was so close to writing a scenario and then I read headcanons and I just kinds stopped like oh, yeah 😂

Warning: very long, angsty, description of injuries and death

you’d never thought it could hurt so badly

or that there’d be so much blood

but, alas, that was the unfortunate situation you found yourself in

the several gashes you’d acquired during your fight were making you dizzy from blood loss

your attacker had died a few seconds before, blood still flowing from the stomach wound you gave him

that was also the only serious hit you managed to land on him

unfortunately, you just knew that it only saved you for a bit more time

you had barely managed to get out your phone, only to see the screen cracked

and you were honestly scared it wouldn't work, but you felt relief when the screen lit up

you called Chrollo, but you had to put the phone on the ground, next to your ear

you had never felt happier to hear his voice

if only you could see him one last time as well...

Hello, love! And Happy Anniversary! Where are you? I hope you're on your way because I wouldn't want dinner to get cold-

Chrollo...

he suddenly went quiet as he heard you and you could hear shuffling in the background

(Y/N), where are you?

you told him, wheezing when you felt a sharp pain in your side as you tried to breathe in more air

you heard more shuffling before the city noise filled the background on the other end

Stay on the phone with me. Tell me what happened.

it hurt so badly to talk

your throat felt as dry as bone and also wet and the taste of blood was prominent

but you tried to talk, telling him about the one who attacked you while on your way home and how you tried to defend yourself, but their Nen far surpassed yours

apparently, your attacker had friends who wanted to destroy the Spider as well

and they would cling to anything that would hurt them or get them closer to the Phantom Troupe

you’d rather tell your boyfriend about this face to face, though

you did laugh and you heard his chuckle when you told Chrollo about the fatal hit you inflicted on your attacker

but when he asked you how bad your injuries were, you couldn’t answer

what were you supposed to say?

that you’d never seen so much blood in your entire life?

or that you could feel yourself slipping away?

(Y/N)? Talk to me, darling. I’m almost there. Just keep talking.

you told Chrollo about the cake you had bought and how you wanted to go on a date the next day or just sleep in and spend the entire day celebrating at home

he only hummed, hurrying over to you as fast as he could

good thing Shalnark installed an app on your phone that allowed Chrollo to pinpoint your location with accuracy

he swore he’d only use it in case of emergency and he’d kept his word

Chrollo felt his heart drop into his stomach when he saw your figure and all the blood surrounding you and the figure a few meters away from you

(Y/N)? I’m here now. Everything’s going to be fine, okay?

his hand caressed your cheek while the other hovered over your waist, where most of the blood seemed to come from

you leaned into his touch, smiling at him despite all the pain you felt and the numbness that started to overtake your limbs

Chrollo had already called Machi to heal you and Feitan, more for reinforcement than anything

and a few seconds later you could both hear them rapidly approaching you

Machi, please.

she only nodded and got to work, with Feitan going over to your attacker and inspecting him closely

Chrollo held your hand the entire time, smiling down at you and kissing your knuckles, hoping that you’d be saved and coming back with him injured, but alive

Machi managed to stitch most of your wounds and the bleeding stopped, but you were still pale and trembling from all the blood loss

How are you feeling, love? Better?

you wanted to say yes, just to keep that hopeful sparkle in his eyes

but you couldn’t

No... It hurts a lot... I don’t think I’ll-

Stop. Don’t say it.

Machi had gotten up and taken a few steps away from the two of you, still hearing you, but giving you some privacy

she’d done her best and you were thankful for that

you had felt her hands tremble slightly

you were friends and her boss’ lover

the idea of someone else she grew close to dying was making her sick

and Chrollo felt the same way

despite being around death so often and for his entire life, he still hated the idea of someone he cared about leaving his side like this

it was too soon

he still had so many things he wanted to experience with you and show you

he couldn’t lose you just like that

it wasn’t fair

there were tears forming in his eyes and you felt your heart clench in pain and pity when they started descending down his cheeks

your fingers wiped them away, the dry blood on your fingertips leaving faint marks where they got the blood wet again

Shhh... Don’t worry, we’ll meet again one day. Okay? And I’ll watch over you. So don’t cry anymore, please.

you were no better since you were crying as well

it really wasn’t fair

you didn’t want to die

you didn’t want to leave Chrollo

and seeing him actually react like this really moved you

as cool and charming as he always acted, even with you for the most part

you really didn’t think that he felt so strongly about you

you kissed the top of his head lightly as his face rested over your neck, lips pressing over the still warm skin and moving as if he was mumbling

or praying

Chrollo, sweetheart, please, look at me.

his eyes were teary and a little bloodshot as his hands were holding tightly onto yours

you looked so pale, but you still smiled at him

and Chrollo felt his heart crack

because it was his fault

he should’ve kept you safe

he was still trying not to be loud

and only you could see his face and feel his trembling hands

It’s not your fault. Understood? Don’t blame yourself. I want you to promise me this.

he couldn’t do that and you knew it

he’d always feel some guilt because this could’ve been avoided

if only he’d been with you, he could’ve protected you

just like he promised you

and he broke it

I promise.

he knew how stubborn you were sometimes

you wouldn’t take no or I can’t for an answer

not this time

I love you, (Y/N). I’ll always do.

his voice was anything but loud

this was only for you to hear and no one else

not even Machi or Feitan

So will I, Chrollo. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone, alright?

you smirked playfully, though even you felt like it was a pitiful attempt at making everything more light-hearted

he cracked a broken smile and kissed your forehead, arms slowly lifting you up so he could hug you properly

you hugged him back tightly, hand going through his hair as his hands clung to your torn clothes, feeling the dry blood that had soaked through

it honestly hurt to stay like this

but it didn’t matter anymore

even now, you felt safe in his arms

his cologne always brought you this feeling of familiarity and home

and his skin was so warm that you never wanted to part with him

but you slowly started feeling even more sluggish

there were black spots gradually growing in size and numbers and you closed your eyes, letting your other senses heighten

his breathing was ragged but still quiet

his fingers were digging into your skin only a little

his grip tightened just as yours started to weaken

you could only press a kiss to his shoulder before you felt a few more tears fall onto your skin

if only you could apologise for making him cry, you would’ve done it

but you could barely open your mouth to utter a whimpered sorry

and the last thing you heard was Chrollo, thanking you for loving him

as he got up, with your lifeless body in his arms, cradling you protectively

Chrollo looked down at your face

you looked as if you were sleeping

just like that time when you went to an amusement park and he had to carry you home because of how tired you were

if only there wasn’t so much blood and your body was warmer

Machi and Feitan were looking at the both of you without saying a word

Machi’s eyes were shining with unshed tears

while Feitan grimaced behind his mask

things would never be the same now that you were gone

he could already sense the change in Chrollo

Feitan, do you know who he is?

Yes, seen him before. Yakuza from the northern side of the city. Had a clash a few months ago.

Chrollo only nodded and his fingers tightened their grip a little over your skin that was growing colder

Let’s head back. After all, we should forgive our enemies. But not before they are hanged.

Chrollo and the other two Spiders walked away from the scene in silence

every memory the two of you had built over time, good or bad, was burnt into his mind and kept replaying

he glanced at you again

you would never be forgotten

you would always be loved

Chrollo swore this

and swore to get even and kill them all

revenge is a confession of pain

and he had never felt so much of it before

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x reader #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader #hxh chrollo #hxh writing

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