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driima · 3 years

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Caught | Dabi x Captured! Pro Hero F!Reader

Title: Caught

Pairing: Dabi x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Dubcon, kidnapping, mild depictions of injury, brief depictions of blood, intimidation, biting, fingering

Note: aaa brain go brr, just enjoy some Dabi, idk

It was loud.

There were screams - terrified screams - all around you. Rubble was crashing down to the ground, creating loud explosions. Footsteps were pounding on the ground, reverberating against the city buildings, but the worst of it was the fire.

The flames burned with abnormal colors, not their typical orange, but instead a deep blue. With each flare they incinerated everything they touched, alighting everything in their path. It was chaos.

Your mind was snapped back into reality when someone fell before you. You crouched down, your gloved hands reaching for their trembling body, and you helped them to their feet.

“You’re okay,” you assured the young man, his wide and frightened eyes searching your masked face. “Keep running that way,” you pointed down the street. “Get as far away from the fire as you can. The heroes are here to help.”

The man nodded and began running in the direction you pointed, following the other scared citizens. You turned back to the fire, your brows furrowed. There wasn’t much you could do to tackle the fire. Your quirk, Cell Manipulation, allowed you to control and change the cells within any living organism. It was powerful, as it allowed you to regenerate faster by simply creating more cells. However, it was difficult against the flames as fire nuclei were cells you couldn’t touch. You frowned.

“(H/n)!” someone called out, causing you to turn your head. It was one of your fellow pro-heroes, Big Shot. He ran towards you, a worried look in his eyes.

“We have backup arriving in a few minutes,” he said. “Have you evacuated all of the citizens from the vicinity?”

“Everyone has been moved out of the streets. I cannot say for sure for those who are within the surrounding buildings, though,” you said. Internally, you didn’t believe anyone would still be alive in the buildings. The blue flames seemed to disintegrate anything they touched, and if it weren’t that that got to them, it would be the overwhelming amount of smoke. You turned back to Big Shot. “Do we have eyes on whoever started this mess?”

He nervously scratched his head. “We haven’t located them yet. However, our intel believes it’s the arsonist that’s affiliated with the League. The same one who is responsible for those smaller crimes involving cremated human remains. Be on the look out for anyone suspicious.”

You nodded. “I’m going to look for them. Judging by how the fire started from the left,” you pointed to a jumble of burning stores and alleys. “They must have come from around there.”

“Be careful,” was all Big Shot said before you ran off, your feet pounding against the ground.

You squinted your eyes, the ash thick as it wafted through the air. Blue flames licked at your hero costume, threatening to singe the suit, but you maneuvered around them easily. You paused momentarily, leaping out of the way of a melted traffic light that was falling from its post. You threw up your hands as it slammed against the sidewalk, narrowly missing your body. The force sent a slew of burning coals into the air, most of which nearing your body, and you backed up to avoid them.

Panicked, you spun on your heels, attempting to run down the alley behind you to escape the advancing flames but you were stopped as your body slammed into an obstacle that you swore wasn’t there before. Stumbling, you lost your balance and your body teetered backwards. You braced yourself as you crashed to the ground on your back, a pained groan leaving your lips as your head roughly smacked into the concrete.

You bit your lip, attempting to bite back the pain as your eyes cracked open. Your vision was swimming and your head throbbed from the impact. Above you, you made out a blurry figure. Panic ebbed at your heart as you felt yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, your vision blinking, your body unable to move.

Before you clocked out, the last thing you saw was a blurry hand reaching down for you, blue flames dancing from their palm.

•••

It took you several moments to come to. Your eyelids felt heavy. Your heart pounded in your ears. Your mind felt completely and utterly empty. It felt as if a hypodermic of adrenaline was emptied into your bloodstream but you could do nothing against it as you were still swimming in darkness.

That is, until it felt like someone had doused you in a cold bucket of ice water.

You shot upward without warning, eyes flinging open so wide each iris was a perfect orb of (e/c). You took in your surroundings, your eyes blinking rapidly as you tried to clear the fogginess from your vision.

You were in a room. A small, dirty room. The four surrounding walls were painted an ugly dark gray, some bits chipped here and there, other bits splattered with substances you didn’t want to know the origins of. To your left there was a tiny window, however the glass was intentionally blurry and it was tiny. Not to mention it had thick steel bars wedged between the window frame. Directly in front of you was a blank steel door, one that was probably locked. You frowned. Where exactly were you?

Shaking your head, you placed a hand on the wall and went to push yourself up but immediately ceased your actions when a wave of dizziness hit you like an incoming truck. You were still disoriented. Not to mention when you moved your leg, a small clank was heard, and you realized after glancing down at your ankle that a thick metal bearing was wrapped around it. You followed the rusting chain with your eyes and realized you were trapped against the wall with only several feet to move. The anklet, you realized, was cutting off your quirk. You let out a shaky breath.

“Think,” you told yourself, glancing down at your hands that were now in your lap. “Think.”

Your short attempts to create a plan were cut off as there was a painful buzzing in your ear, so loud that you groaned and brought your hands up to knead your forehead. Just how hard did you hit your head?

Your brows furrowed as you slowly brought your knees up to your chest, your head burrowing between them.

You didn’t know what to do.

•••

You didn’t know how long you stayed in that position. It felt like days. Your stomach was curling in on itself with hunger and your throat was dry. Your bladder felt numb as you had long forgotten about having needed to use the bathroom and your limbs felt stiff from not having moved in so long.

You were tired. Confused. Distressed.

However, you managed to push your emotions down to keep calm. There was no use in freaking out. It would only waste energy. You were busy trying to get yourself to fall back asleep, your eyes closed and your arms slack. You were just about to grasp that peaceful sensation when the sound of the door scraping against the floor filled the room and a light briefly flickered onto your balled-up form before it disappeared as the door was closed. You stiffened.

Part of you didn’t want to look up. You wanted to be defiant - to ignore your captor entirely - and stay in your ball. The bigger part, however, forced you to look anyway.

Standing above you was a man. He was tall, overbearingly so, and though he was slender, his body looked to be riddled with lean muscle. His hair was black and spiky. His clothes, a torn jacket overtop a white t-shirt and a dark pair of pants, were baggy. His skin, in most visible places, had a purple look to it, almost as if it was burnt. The scars ran along his body, held to his normal skin by shiny surgical staples. The most striking feature, however, were his deep blue eyes. They shone even within the darkness of the room, a deep aqua color that rivaled any blue moon.

“Well, well, well,” the man said, his lips pulling up into a smirk. “It looks like the big, tough hero didn’t save the day.” His voice was deep yet cool. It had a gravelly tone to it that you would have taken for attractive in any other circumstance.

You scowled, your gaze hardening into a glare.

He chuckled at your look, taking several slow steps towards your huddled form. He crouched down once he was close enough, the smell of ash and cheap men’s cologne filling your senses as he stared at you intensely. He had a full view for he, or someone else, had removed your hero mask and most of the armor on your costume. You were left in your underclothes, a plain black shirt and matching black tights.

“Do you know where you are?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. When you didn’t answer, he continued, “The League of Villains wanted to have a lil’ bit of fun but you bull shit heroes, if you can even call yourself that, got in our way. In order to commence with our plans, we need a bit of information and you just so happened to have fallen right into our hands. Now be a good little hero and answer some questions for me.”

Your lips curled back into a sneer. “If you think I’m going to answer a single question that comes out of your burnt, charcoal lookin’ ass mouth, you are mistaken,” you spat out.

He stared at you, seemingly processing your words. You were about to bark out another remark when he leaned forward ever so slightly, a hand coming up dangerously close to your face. Your eyes widened when his hand was suddenly engulfed in familiar blue flames, the fire so close to your skin that you could feel the baby hairs that coated your cheek being singed away.

“That wasn’t a request,” he said in a low voice and you made note of the threatening tone he had.

He was the one responsible for the bonfire in the city. He was the one responsible for all of the arsenic murders. He was the one the heroes have been tracking for months. And you walked right into his hands.

Your jaw locked in anger but you bit your tongue to hold back from anymore snarky remarks. You held his gaze as he drew back his hand, deactivating his quirk. He stared at you for a moment longer before he spoke again.

“If you do anything funny, I’ll kill you,” he continued. “The boy, the one in Class 1-A, the one with the explosion quirk. Do you know where his residence is?” he asked. You frowned.

Class 1-A? How were you supposed to know? It had been forever since you completed your hero training at UA High.

You shook your head.

It was his turn to frown. “It would be in your best interest not to lie to me,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I’m not,” you shot back heatedly.

You barely registered his next movements. Suddenly there was a large hand wrapping around your throat tightly whilst another was forcing your knees apart. He moved quickly, shocking you, as he was now kneeling between your legs, his face dangerously close to yours. You could feel his warm breath fanning down against you, causing you to involuntarily shiver.

“You’re making this difficult, princess,” he said darkly. “If you just tell me what I want to know, we wouldn’t be having this problem. If you just complied, I could make you feel a lot more comfortable.”

He relaxed between your legs, his thumb tracing lines along your neck. He stared at you, momentarily letting down his guard, and that’s when you saw your chance.

You whipped your head forward, your skull connecting with his harshly, knocking him backwards. Your teeth clanked against each other and he grunted in pain as he fell back. You used your feet to get a good kick in, though your assault was immediately halted when he grabbed your unchained ankle roughly, his eyes reconnecting with yours. You gulped as he moved towards you in an aggressive manner, his eyes aflame with anger.

You fucked up.

He kneeled before you, back between your legs, but this time a lot closer. His chest roughly pressed against yours, his hips pinning your body against the wall. One hand slammed against the concrete next to your head, the sound making you flinch, whilst the other gripped your chin painfully tight. He brought his face in close, too close, his hand tilting your head so that your eyes stayed connected with his.

“You know, I enjoy a good challenge,” he mused, tilting your face slightly to the left so that your neck was exposed to him. “But there are other ways to get what I want.”

Before you could question him, you felt a pair of warm lips against your neck and you let out a startled gasp. He left a trail of harsh kisses along your skin, something that would usually make you swoon but in this circumstance, it made your stomach churn. Your breath hitched when he sank his teeth into a particular spot against your neck, an action that nearly caused you to moan aloud. He chuckled as he heard your panicked breaths, his lips moving further up your neck until they were dotting along your jawline.

He paused, moving upward until his lips were ghosting yours. He stared into your eyes, a smirk on his face. “Tell me what I want to know,” he said sensually, the hand he had on the wall moving to rest tightly against your waist.

“I already told you,” you snapped back. He simply hummed in response, and before you could protest, he had slammed his lips against yours and had whisked away the air within your lungs.

His lips worked feverishly against yours, not in a kiss of passion or romance, but in a kiss of lust and hunger. He pressed his tongue along the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. When you denied him, he dug his nails into your waist harshly, causing you to involuntarily whine, and he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. It was a sloppy kiss, the smell of burning logs exchanging with each breath. You were the first to pull away, an action that caused him to groan in frustration and arch against your chest.

Your eyes were wide and you panted, heaving for air. You stared at him incredulously as he licked his lips, smirking at your flustered state.

“You taste good, princess,” he purred, enjoying the red hue that was spreading across your face.

He returned his lips to your neck, moving further and further down. His teeth grazed along your skin, sinking into your flesh here and there as he trailed bites along your collarbone. You squirmed under his ministrations, letting out a breath of air as your hands tightened into fists.

“Enjoying yourself?” he whispered against your skin, an edge to his voice.

You grit your teeth and snarled, “You wish.”

In return, he bit down on your collar hard, his teeth digging into your flesh. You let out a pained whimper as his teeth broke your flesh, hard enough to draw blood. You trembled as he lapped it up with his tongue, his being sighing contently when you winced in pain whenever his tongue brushed against your wound.

He trailed his tongue upward, bored with the trail of blood that dribbled from your collarbone, until his lips brushed against your ear.

“Are you ready to tell me what I want to know, princess?” he murmured against your ear.

“There is no way in hell I’d- Ahh-“ you were interrupted by him when his hand swiftly snaked under your shirt, his palm tightly pressing against your chest.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” he whispered into your ear, all whilst he was palming your left breast. You shut your eyes tightly, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to keep you from letting out any embarrassing noises.

His fingers hooked between the middle of your strapless bra and he went to forcefully pull it down when you shot your hand to his wrist, stopping him. He glanced into your eyes, pausing his movements.

“No,” you told him through a shaky breath. Your hand was trembling against his wrist, your nails digging into his skin through the material of your shirt.

He smirked, moving his face closer to yours. “No?” he mused. “But it seems like you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

You went to retort when suddenly your hand began to heat up and you hissed, yanking it away from his wrist quickly. His palm lit up like a torch and you could only watch in horror as both your bra and shirt crumbled to ash atop you. His smirk widened as he brushed away the ruined remains, his eyes lazily raking over your exposed top. You moved your arms to quickly cover yourself when he caught your wrists with his hands, pinning them against the wall on either side of your head.

Your lip trembled as he shuffled his body downwards, his eyes taking in every inch of your skin. You could feel his breath fanning against your bare chest, the sensation giving you goosebumps. He leaned forward, his lips grazing over your skin, and he said quietly, “Tell me what I want to know.”

You choked back a whine as you breathed out, “N-No.”

He grinned, moving forward so that his lips could wrap around one of your rosy, pink nipples. He sucked gently, his tongue flicking against the bud. Your head tipped back against the wall, your body stiffening as he gently bit down. Your mouth fell open and you moaned softly at the action, something your stomach twisted at when you realized what you just did. He chuckled against your skin, his lips detaching from your nub with a loud, wet plop.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured quietly, his tongue dragging over his lips as if you savor the taste of your skin. His hands dropped your wrists, landing on your waist instead to toy with the hem of your pants, his eyes boring into yours.

“Don’t,” you pleaded with wide eyes.

He smiled as he admired your trembling lip. He brought one hand up to cup your cheek, a gentle move, his thumb brushing gently back and forth as if to soothe your nerves. He leaned down, his forehead resting against yours as he stared into your eyes.

“It can all be over if you just tell me what I want to know,” he said gently, his voice laced with false reassurance.

“I already told you,” you whimpered out.

He clicked his tongue in disdain before he pushed his lips onto yours once more. It was a softer kiss, not as forceful as the first, but the only reason he was doing it was to distract you whilst he hiked down your pants.

You could feel them growing. The tears. They were building up in your eyes, threatening to spill, and you let out a feeble sniffle. He shushed you against your lips as he helped your legs out of your pants, leaving you in nothing but your plain underwear.

You didn’t want this. At least, you thought you didn’t want this. Your mind was running wild, and though your brain was screaming for this to stop, your body was heating up with want. You couldn’t suppress the growing slick between your thighs, as sick as it sounded.

Almost hesitantly, he moved his hand away from your cheek and you found yourself missing the warm, tender sensation. He dragged it down your body, tracing your neck, skimming over your chest, resting against your stomach before it landed on your inner thigh. He traced circles there with his fingers, moving higher and higher towards your clothed core.

He paused, his fingers skimming the fabric of your panties, and he glanced at you. You held his stare, his eyes trained into yours. It was almost as if he were searching for something.

“Do you want this?” he asked after a moment.

What?

No.

You don’t know.

You stared at him, your lips parting slightly. Did you? Did you want this? It was wrong. It was entirely wrong and you know it. You were a hero. A pro hero. He was a villain. He was with the League of Villains. You couldn’t possibly want this.

“Yes.”

His bright blue eyes clouded over with unadulterated lust. His fingers pressed against your clothed core, your breath catching in your throat, and he smirked devilishly.

“I may be a villain, but I won’t take you unless you want me to,” he mused. “I’m shocked, hero. Saying yes and all. But I shouldn’t be. This wetness between your legs explains everything.”

He hooked a finger into the fabric of your panties and pulled it to the side, revealing your glistening heat to him. He admired you for a moment, his eyes raking over your lower half, before he pressed two fingers against your folds. He spread them easily and you shivered, embarrassment flooding through you as you realized just how exposed you were to him.

He caught wind of your flustered state and he chuckled before a finger dipped between your heat, sinking into you swiftly.

Your head tipped back and you moaned in pleasure, your eyes screwing shut tightly. He kept his finger buried in you for a moment before he began to move, pistoning it in and out. With each movement he went deeper and deeper until your walls nearly enveloped his knuckle.

You shuddered. You shouldn’t be doing this. You knew that. But it felt so good.

Your eyes shot open when you felt another finger being pushed into your core. You whimpered as it was even tighter than before, his long fingers stretching you out. He waited a moment for you to adjust before he began to pump them again, his pace faster than before.

Your breaths were becoming more and more labored as he worked his fingers within you. His pace was quick and he smirked when he looked down at you, admiring your flushed cheeks and the sweat that was beginning to form along your forehead.

The hand around your waist tightened when he added yet another finger. He grit his teeth when he realized just how tight your walls were, your heat constricting around him as he pumped his fingers within you. You moaned, your legs beginning to shake as pleasure shot through your body.

It felt good. It felt so good.

After a few moments, you gasped out when he curled his fingers within you, your eyes squeezing shut. “So close!” you whined, your words being followed by a sensual moan.

“Come on. Come undone on my fingers, little hero,” he purred.

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as your body convulsed, your walls tightening around his fingers. Your orgasm washed over you in pleasurable waves, your body going numb for a few seconds, all the while he pumped lazily into you to help you ride it out to the fullest.

As you slowly came to, your half-lidded eyes watched as he retracted his hand. He studied the fluids that coated his fingers, his eyes briefly flickering to yours. He stared back at you as he brought his fingers to his mouth, his lips wrapping around them. His eyes never left yours as he sucked on them loudly, making sure to give a loud ‘pop’ once he was done. Your mouth gaped open as he smirked at you.

There was a moments silence, albeit your loud breathing. Finally, he shuffled, and you watched as he got to his feet, his lean form towering over you. Despite your recent euphoria, your pleasurable state was soon replaced by an uncanny sense of fear as his blue eyes bore into yours.

“Dabi,” he said.

You blinked in confusion.

When you didn’t respond, he said, “My name is Dabi. Remember it, princess. You’ll be screaming it next time I visit.”

With that, he sent you a wink and turned around, his boots clicking on the floor as he opened the door with a loud creak. You could only watch in stupidity as he left you alone, naked, and confused in the room.

Shit.

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nxmuzluv · 3 years

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ariana birthday hcs !! —

it’s september 1st in south korea & japan rn,,,, so you know what that means

26th birthday hcs 👁👁

(this post is long as hell so brace urselves lmao)

on the morning of her birthday, ariana is woken up by either twitter and message notifications or her husband

her fans are blowing up her mentions with birthday wishes and her family & friends are doing the same, so bet that she has about a million notifs

since byakuya gets ready for work before ariana, he usually comes back to wake her up (even if she’s already up lol)

he hands her coffee (a caramel macchiato with a shit ton of cream and three sugars), tells her “good morning” and “happy birthday, love,” and kisses her on the forehead

(SOBBINFGMNBKJHBMK)

they usually have a short lil conversation about whatever (what they’re going to do that day, ariana’s birthday, other random topics) before byakuya tells ariana to go to work lol

but before she does, she usually opens twitter and scrolls down her birthday hashtags (which are already trending with about 100,000 or so tweets lmao), and responds to her text messages

three hashtags i came up with are “#AutumnFairyAri,” “#26WishesForAriana,” and “#아름이하트27개” (#27HeartsForAhreum) 🥺

(the last one is because ariana is 27 in korea lol)

guaranteed that she’s smiling like an idiot at those tweets lol

if her fans are lucky, ariana might like their post. if they’re extra lucky, she might even respond-

(cue the combustion of her fanbase)

then she posts a lil morning selfie, thanks her fans for all the birthday wishes, complains about how she has to go to work on her birthday, and then she finally gets ready for work lol

as ariana does, her fanbase is literally in flames lmao they’re screaming at her new selfie (“LOOK AT HER HAIR OMG MNJSHFJFMNGJ” - one of ariana’s fans, most likely), flooding her comment section, and taking over the trending page

ari and byakuya usually leave together, and ariana gets dropped off first, so when she does, they usually say goodbye to each other & byakuya gives her another kiss on the head

ofc they say “i love you” to each other, and if anyone around them has sumn to say about it, then byakuya can just make their jobs disappear !! 😗✌🏽

once ariana gets to work, she’s immediately greeted by another round of birthday wishes and the occasional gift (because oh my GOD she gets so many from her staff)

the best gift comes from her manager of 22 years, yoo miyeon. that woman is literally like ariana’s second mother it’s so cute-

miyeon usually says something along the lines of “remember when you were shorter than me ???” (it is now the other way around lmao)

near the end of her day, ariana sits in her company’s conference room, goes live on vlive, and opens the shit ton of gifts, cards, letters, and bouquets that were sent to her by her fans (and god damn doesn’t she get a lot-)

(ariana loves the bouquets,,, she literally squeals every time she sees that she got another one :(( she’ll be making flower arrangements with all of them later on lol and she’ll probably go live again 👁👁)

her birthday lives are one of the things ariana loves the most. she gets to speak to her fans, speak to her staff all casually, and her fans get to see her again. it’s a win-win :))

(bet, byakuya is watching that live when he has the time and has sent a message to ariana. when she spots his message, knows it’s him, and gets incredibly happy is one of the best moments of the live)

she also speaks to her family (they’re all in korea and america while she’s in japan 😕) during the live !! near the end, ari blows out the candles of the cakes that were bought for her by her staff and her family, and she answers questions from her fans

(lol remember back in 2011 when ari’s fans thought she was gonna finish high school & come back to korea, but instead she met this tall blond mf, fell in love with him, moved in with him, and then ended up marrying him 10 years later so now she’s really not coming back ??? lmao good times 🤣🤣🤣)

it’s a v nice moment & if you miss it, that’s such a loss lol ariana rarely goes live since she’s always so busy

after well over 12 hours, ari’s work day is finally over. on those types of days, she gets home before byakuya at around 7 or 8pm

after work, both of them go to dinner !! :))

while byakuya is coming home, ariana just gets ready. there’s a dress from byakuya that was hung by his staff in ariana’s closet (it’s black and designer, ofc 🙄✋🏽), and all ari has to do is shower, do her hair and makeup, pick out her shoes, and pick out a bag from the literal hundreds that she has

say it with me, y’all !! bag hag

ariana goes live on instagram while she does that as some kind of “get ready with with me” thing. she gets to talk to her fans again (especially her stan twitter ones lol), ask how she should style her hair & do her makeup, and ask what accessories she should choose

she also plays music in the background (especially britney spears, christina aguilera, the pussycat dolls, rihanna, nelly furtado, gwen stefani, lee hyori, or hyuna because they make her feel hotter than she already is lmao) !!

and ari sings to whatever’s playing and she gets haruka-

(am i allowed to put her here ??? i’ll just put here here lol 🤪)

-to say hi & help with her hair and makeup, so ariana’s lives are just a gold mine worth of content lmao

byakuya comes home just a lil while before ariana’s finished, and ofc, she forces asks him to say hi to her fans

lmao all that man does is silently wave with the world’s straightest face, and the chat is just yelling about how fine he is (“GO OFF RICH BOY” - one off ariana’s fans, probably). like HE’S NOT DOING ANYTHINGFGDHMBK

but as they should 😩☝🏽

ariana asks her fans if she should leave or stay on the live for a while longer, and ofc, they usually say that she should stay,,,, but that woman rarely listens tbh ASMNKHJFMNJK

she might stay for like,,, 5 minutes, but usually, she just leaves lmao

a lil while before she and byakuya leave, they talk to each other and to haruka for a while, and haruka probably most definitely takes polaroid pictures of ari and byakuya before they leave lol

(ariana def posts those on twitter later and all byakuya does is retweet them)

(but ofc he’ll tweet out a post wishing his wife a happy birthday,,, okay byakuya, look at you making progress !!)

the restaurant ariana and byakuya go to is of course very fancy and luxurious (it probably serves french cuisine too lmao). ari insists that they get a table on the rooftop, and since it’s her birthday (and since he loves her sm), byakuya complies :))

they talk the entire night, and if she can, ariana reaches over to hold byakuya’s hand most of the time :((

(taking a bit from rae’s hcs on how byakuya would celebrate his s/o’s birthday,,,,, like i’ve kinda been doing the whole time 🚶🏽‍♀️)

after dinner, the two of them will take a walk through tokyo. ariana would love it (well, not really, because she’s wearing literal heels lmao), especially since she and byakuya rarely get to do things like that. she’ll be taking pictures of things she finds interesting and would 100% ask byakuya to take pictures of her (and vice versa)

(she’s posting those on twitter too,,, ariana nation is getting fed well lol)

and then they can finally go back home and stay home, and ariana can finally open the rest of her gifts !!

they’re gifts from her family, her close friends, and of course, from byakuya and haruka !! ari’s literally smiling the whole time as she opens her presents (especially the ones from her family,,, hayley’s homemade birthday cards are always so cute 🥺), and haruka has that polaroid camera out again

(ariana: does anything)

(haru: you’re doing great sweetie !! 😀📸)

idk exactly what ariana would want for her birthday (tmw you don’t even know the preferences of your own character 🧍🏽‍♀️), but most likely, it’s either something homemade or a designer item lmao (mainly another purse-)

fun fact: her aunt josephine spoils the shit out of her lol like ariana could see a bunch of bags from chanel, louis vuitton, and yves saint laurent and automatically think “yeah, that’s my aunt lol”

ariana facetimes her family again, as well !! they get to speak to byakuya and haruka, they sing “happy birthday” to her in korean, they ask her if she liked their gifts, and it’s just a very cute family moment :))

it’s like,,, 11pm by the time ari finishes opening her presents, so she really has to go to bed

before that though, she spams her followers with the pictures that were taken, and posts one last “thank you” tweet before her birthday inevitably ends 😕

(well not really since it’s gonna be september 1st in other parts of the world lmao)

“everyone! thank u sooo much for all the birthday wishes u gave me today! it wouldn’t have been such a great one without y’all, my family, my best friends, my husband (@ByakuyaTogami), and my no. 1 fan, my sister-in-law lmao (@harukaonice). i love each and every single one of y’all with my entire heart, and i’m so glad u love me just as much 🥺 i saw as many of ur posts as i could, and i just wanna thank y’all for reaching over a million tweets! can’t believe y’all think that i’m that important lol (i mean, ofc i am 🙄✋🏻) anyways, once again, thank y’all smmmm! love y’all lots!! <3 ari <3” - ariana’s tweet 🥺 (that she posts in four different languages lol; english, korean, japanese, and french !!)

(SHE’S SUCH A SWEETHEART IM LITERALLY CRINGHMNHJDJGKM)

then ariana and byakuya finally go to sleep (it’s like 1am now jesus christ-), and ariana’s twitter notifications are still blowing tf up lmao

n e ways, that ends this behemoth of a post !! happy birthday to my baby, ariana park and even though she doesn’t exist (😕), i hope she enjoys it to the fullest !!

bonus !!

if she has a public appearance scheduled before or on her birthday, if fans are allowed to attend, they sing “happy birthday” to her whenever they see her !!

like, she could be entering a building and they would sing it, and then she could exit a few hours later & they’ll sing it again lol

ariana’s just like, “babes, you already sang this to me earlier !!”

when it comes to her “more important” birthdays (although her birthdays are always important)—such as her 18th, 20th, or 21st birthdays—ariana will throw quite a big party. like there would be a bunch of celebrities and popular society figures on the list,,, it would be a whole spectacle that the average person could only dream of getting into lmao (like me, ofc 🚶🏽‍♀️)

when ari was a child, her parents would throw a birthday party for her nearly every year lol,,, and while they were living in korea together, they would have dinner with nearly their entire family, too

(she always got two cakes, too,,, like it’s just kinda tradition for the park family at this point lol)

since ariana and jungkook (from bts) share the same birthday, either one of them message each other to wish each other a happy birthday !! ari also sends him a gift, while jungkook posts said gift on twitter and probably fanboys,,, i have a feeling that he would be a fan of her and her dramas,,, as well as the rest of bts

(they have each other’s numbers because ariana is a korean celebrity and they’ve attended events together on multiple occasions,,, ofc she and bts know each other lmao)

and i forgot to mention, but haruka would totally watch ariana’s birthday vlive if she didn’t have practice or something,,, probably sending as many messages as she can & aggressively hearting the live lmao,,, that girl really is ariana’s biggest fan SKJMNNFJMK

i also forgot to mention that JH entertainment (ariana’s agency) releases photos from a birthday photo shoot that they did with her !! they have different themes every year and they’re always so cute :((

they’re also taken prior to ariana’s actually birthday, especially since she’s always in japan now lol (but like,,, how do people not notice her going back and forth between korea & japan sometimes-)

(also, big verified accounts and celebrities on twitter & instagram wishing ariana a happy birthday >>>>>)

(celebrity tingz 🤪)

n e ways, now i’m done !! happy birthday, ari ilysm <3

(the character of haruka togami belongs to @raes-ramblings, btw !!)

#this took ALL FUCKING DAY #i started this when i was going to school & now school’s almost OVER #oh GAWD 🧎🏽‍♀️#i’m so glad i finished this tho !! it was so fun to write :))#once again happy birthday ari ily with all my heart !!#(and congrats on ur marriage 👀)#cece speaks :)#cece writes :)#danganronpa #danganronpa oc #headcanons #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #trigger happy havoc oc #oc headcanons #byakuya togami #byakuya x oc #oc x canon

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katsukis-sad-angel · 4 years

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Kugo Sakamata as a Boyfriend

Pairing: Kugo Sakamata (Gang Orca) x F!Reader

Summary: you guessed it. the title.

Warnings: Swearing, lil bitta angst

A/N: am. i. a. furry. now. fuck.

I bring this up with a lot of the characters (Shirakumo, Inasa, etc) I’ve done so far, but Kugo is TALL. This sweet orca man is 202 cm or 6’6”!!!

Holy…

KUGO. NOT KEIGO. I haven’t done that blonde asshole and I’m gonna put it off as long as possible. i hate him

For starters, Kugo doesn’t exactly know how you even remotely enjoy his presence. He’s been told since he was a preschooler that he was different, creepy, a monster, and an outcast to society

Kugo keeps himself away from people whenever he can for that very reason

He doesn’t want children to be afraid of him, he hates the uneasy sidewise glances, people moving away from him out of intimidation on trains, buses, etc…

So he stays in his office or his apartment to avoid it all

By some stroke of luck, you appeared out of nowhere, stole his heart, and never gave it back

Kugo is so smitten with you

You’re his angel, his siren, and his mermaid in the deep lonely sea he’d been floundering in for most of his adult life

Your love gives him a reason to hold his head up high on patrols because he has to keep the streets safe for you if not anyone else

Kugo is a good-natured and friendly guy! He has a very intimidating countenance, yes, but that doesn’t define his personality! He’s only menacing and ruthless when required, and the rest of the time he’s just a really tall and intimidating teddy bear

Honestly, how are people afraid of him when he’s a species of dolphin?

*hits the protecc button real hard*

Can anyone else hear him speaking in a german accent or is that just me?

Kugo, aware of his broadness and height, is very gentle with you

As self-conscious and aware as he is, he has accidentally rolled over on top of you during the night, hugged you until your back popped, and has given you a stinging slap on the back, but he never tries to hurt you on purpose

Your breasts (no matter the size) are like anemones are to a clownfish; a place where he feels safe and happy

They’re warm and soft and they smell nice too. The perfect haven.

Just… after a long day and several children crying upon seeing him, he really needed a hug

That being said, Kugo is a big ‘tough guy’ and will keep up the act until he literally can’t hold it in anymore and he needs you to hold his face to your chest for hours and stroke his smooth head

An emotion-heavy relationship; if you’re not happy about something, please freaking tell him or he’ll lash out (with words), thinking you got sick of kissing a killer whale

“I knew you’d get tired of me, I fucking knew it! If you were just gonna fuck around with my heart, tell me so I can get unattached to you before you go! I love you! Sounds like some creepy shit coming from a killer whale, but you know what? I’ve spent too much of my stupid life thinking about those five-year-old shitheads that cry to their ‘normal human’ parents because ‘big scary’ whale guy is walking within a 7 meter radius! I am so fucking click click click click click click click click click click CLICK click click CLICK CLICK CLICK click!”

You: On the bed, crying, hugging a pillow to your chest and wishing you knew the orca language

Fights with the mighty Gang Orca are rough

You’re worried he’ll yell at you again if you try to make amends too early or be offended if you try too late

He’s worried you hate him for yelling at you, accusing you wrongly, and cursing your poor soul to high heaven in his rage

The relationship could potentially fall apart if not immediately taken care of

He is a hero after all

Kugo doesn’t have the time to dwell on lost love or it could cost him his life in combat

Hey

Are you short?

Well you’re in luck! Kugo Sakagami is madly in love with you and he can twirl you around without batting an eye!

Are you tall?

Hah. Not as tall as him. Kugo is still gonna grab you by those lovely hips and set you on his shoulders so your plush thighs can surround his head in their warmth

Possible size kink?

People often give you odd stares when you drag your man out of the house for a stroll and some fresh air

You’re dating that… thing?

You just glare at them and continue your conversation with Kugo, hand in hand as you lead him toward the subway station

One stride for him is about 2-5 steps for you (depending on your height) so you’ll definitely stay in shape!

He won’t mind carrying you around though, he likes to show off his strength

You are the most adorable and sweet being in the universe to him and he would do anything in his earthly power to see you smile and make you happy

👏BEACH👏DATES👏BEACH👏DATES👏

MASSIVE big spoon and very cuddly

He really likes it when you play with his hands

Kugo is not a good cook, he’s too big for small kitchen triangles, to begin with and he is designed to eat food raw anyway

He hates seafood

Kugo never gets cold, but can overheat/burn easily if he hasn’t had enough water

sTaY hYdRaTeD kUgO

I think he’d be a good dad. Can we add him to the list of good my hero dads? He’s a good boi

Kugo loves holding you; you could be cradled in his arms like a little baby, straddling his lap, arms around his neck and chin on his shoulder, etc. He likes feeling your comforting presence close to him whenever he can

His days off are the best

You two lay in bed all day, watch random stuff on TV (you could turn him into a weeb sooo easily), eat stuff, and cuddle

Idk guys, i think i like him now

Does that make me a furry?

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volantisand · 4 years

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this just in - MARIANA “ MARI ” REYES has been in wickway for ( MORE THAN, BY NOW ) A MONTH. apparently SHE is a DANCER AT DRIFTWOOD and a CIVILIAN or so HER passport says. so far it’s known that SHE favors JOE AND GO, and resides at WEST PORT. SHE is also said to be LOYAL & CLEVER, but also CALCULATING & GUARDED. at the end of the day, SHE can be described as RED STAINED LIPS, DELICATE HANDS WIPING BLOOD OFF OF DAGGERS AND MISCHIEVOUS SMIRKS FOLLOWING UNDERESTIMATION.

hello again, loves !!! i bring you all the devil reincarnated herself, my baby mariana <33 her pinterest can be found anywhere here !! but it’s kinda messy

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ▸

FULL NAME: MARIANA MERCEDES REYES

NICKNAME(S): MARI

NAME MEANING / PRONUNCIATION: MARIANA MEANING OF THE SEA OR BITTER. MERCEDES MEANING MERCIES. REYES MEANING KINGS. ( MA-REE-AH-NAH MER-SEH-DEHS RAY-YES )

AGE: TWENTY FIVE

DATE OF BIRTH: APRIL 18TH

RANK / TITLE: CIVILIAN, EX-LEADER OF OUTSIDE GANG FROM HER HOMETOWN

OCCUPATION: DANCER AT DRIFTWOOD

HAIR COLOR: DARK BROWN NEARLY BLACK

EYE COLOR: HAZEL

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 ▸

POSITIVE: ATTENTIVE, ARTICULATE, CLEVER, CULTURED, DETERMINED, DRIVEN, INSIGHTFUL, LOYAL, PASSIONATE, PERCEPTIVE, PERFECTIONISTIC, PERSONABLE, SCRUPULOUS, WHIMSICAL

NEGATIVE: BLUNT, DISTRUSTING, HOT HEADED, SOMETIMES IMPULSIVE, GUARDED, METICULOUS, SARCASTIC, STOIC, STUBBORN

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 ▸

FATHER: VICTOR REYES ( alive )

MOTHER: LUCIA REYES CASTILLO ( alive )

SIBLINGS: TWO OLDER BROTHERS, AN OLDER SISTER AND A YOUNGER SISTER

CHILDREN: NONE

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ▸

GANG(S): ANARCHY OF ROSEWICK ( formerly, it remains active ), CURRENTLY NOT AFFILIATED.

MARK: TATTOOED BIRD ON HER RIB CAGE, IT’S ACTUALLY SMALL BUT PIC ANYWHERE HERE and a few smaller little birds, much less detailed, surrounding it

POSITION / RANK: LEADER ( formerly )

WEAPON OF CHOICE: DAGGERS RARELY HAS A GUN.

YEARS AFFILIATED: EIGHT YEARS

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 ▸

born and raised in a fictional town called rosewick, she’s one of my past muses that has been adapted to come into wickway <33

she was named after her paternal grandmother. and had a very good relationship with both of her parents. growing up, she was always very in touch with her hispanic culture, adoring everything about her roots and then some. she began dancing before she could even walk properly and fell in love with it instantly.

she’s also not very tall bc frankly, i’m not either so my muses suffer with me, 5′2 at best.. however, she wears heels nearly twenty four seven. unless, y’know at home, at the beach or... idk working out.

having been born on the 18th of april, she is an aries.

“ Fun, free-spirited, and fiercely independent, the Aries woman is a breath of fresh air – a brightly burning candle in human form. Fire is her element, igniting all that she touches with the living spark of life. The Aries personality is creative, passionate, energetic and – at times – domineering and short-tempered. A cardinal sign ruled by the planet Mars, the Ram is great at getting things going, initiating endeavors, and infusing her enthusiasm into everything she does ”

true to herself, and her zodiac sign, mariana is a vixen. a total coquette but dangerous. we’ll get there, though !! first... lil fun fact: dance was a major part of her life, she often won competitions with flying colors and excelled in every routine taught to her.

she was seventeen when she met jacob day, captain of the college’s baseball team. their star pitcher. and eventually, her boyfriend. he was older than her, two years. but he was sweet and romantic. at least, at first. jacob day would prove to be the absolute worst thing to ever happen to her.

a few months later, he’d become a junkie, paying other kids to take the athletic drug tests for him and eventually - he got abusive. she stuck around because he had never gotten physical, only verbal. and most days he was still the same boy she thought she’d fallen in love with. most days.

he was twenty the night he died and she was eighteen the night she killed him. he’d laid a hand on her a few weeks prior to that wretched night. they were at a party, not unlike high schoolers their age who think they’re grown when they’re absolutely not. they’d gone up to the second floor of the lake house so she could find a bathroom. he grew irritated with the young girl in the bathroom and laid hands on her once again. only this time, her temper got the best of her. he was drunk, rendered a bit slower and a lot taller than her. she was quick and agile and while she tells herself that she hadn’t meant for him to die. deep down, she knows that she did. he had laid lifeless in a pool of his own blood and she had stared, her own once pristine hands stained with the crimson of the very same blood.

she had acted fast after having realized he was very much dead and washed the blood off of her hands. moments later, she was calling her late uncle’s wife, her lawful aunt and the woman who had taken over the gang her uncle once led. she showed up a while later and the two left the lake house, leaving behind a spotless bathroom and absolutely no evidence of mariana’s crimes.

she took her under her wing, agreed to protect her under the promise of her joining the gang. mariana sat a few hours later, on eliana’s couch with a fresh small tattoo on her ribcage linking her to the gang.

it didn’t take long for the leader and her to actually get to know each other, having not had any solid relationship when her uncle was alive. one year later, eliana named mariana her second in command. of course, no one understood why on earth, a girl who had just barely turned nineteen could be given such a high power. not even mariana herself understood it.

two years later, she rose to the throne following eliana’s death. by then, she had been completely molded by the late leader and had been taught everything she could possibly need. and then some. mariana was trained in combat, gang ties, suppliers and how to keep them happy as well as game plans to ensure that anarchy remain at the top.

the gang loved her, she was an intelligent girl that had lost a lot at a young age. it toughened her up. and the suppliers loved her because... she was never late on a payment.

when mariana became the leader, she shifted blake dietrich’s position to second in command. it only seemed fair, he was her best friend. her partner in crime and the sole person she absolutely trusted with her life as well as secrets. though, they’ve known each other for a lot longer than before she made him her right hand man.

they kept the gang upright together. matter of fact, anarchy had never been better since they were in charge. she was young and pretty, looked anything but what she really was. it gave anarchy the upper hand because everyone else knew exactly who their leader was but did not believe it. she was hidden in plain sight without having to hide at all.

underestimation, often drove her to do better. those who dared to be verbal with their doubts, died. she, herself, was lethal and absolutely ruthless. her middle name, mercedes meaning mercies, was the most ironic thing to have ever happened. she finds it funny and throws it in the faces of others.

“ the only merciful thing about me is in my name. ”

she and blake have spent a few months maybe even a year, on the run, after having been walking on eggshells in rosewick. as powerful as a gang can be... it’s only as powerful as its weakest member. and because of a slip up on their end, blake and mariana were compromised. of course, she would rather die than snitch on her own kind - though had they snitched, they probably wouldn’t have had to leave their home. mariana packed her bags and even blake’s before grabbing him and all but dragging him out of rosewick.

they spent some time traveling around the states, living their best lives before mari mentioned the island and now... here they are.

though, with power like mariana’s and blake’s, they’ve fallen under the santoro gang’s radar. they’re being watched with interest, the main goal being that they join them.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ▸

honestly, anything !!

#misplaced.intro #reposting this for all the new babes <333 #hiii !!! and welcome

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dramayeoja · 6 years

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Goblin ❣︎ 도깨비

Kim Shin, an undefeated war general, is ultimately killed by a jealous young king named Wang Yeo. After death, Shin is revived by the gods—but his revival is by no means miraculous. He becomes a 도깨비 (dokkaebi, goblin), and is cursed. He will have to pay for all the lives he took in battle by living alone in immortality, witnessing everyone he's ever loved, die. Remaining lodged in his chest is the very sword that killed him. There is only person who can see that sword, and draw from his heart so that he can finally rest in peace: his bride... whom he's yet to meet.

Things get spoilery under the cut—you've been warned! ;)

Chipper, yeah? Haha so, right off the bat, the premises of Goblin remind me of like, a much more morbid version of the legend of King Arthur. You know, a man draws a sword from stone to prove himself the greatest king in all of Britain? Yeah. Just to be clear: this is a good thing (imo). Like, I personally think this is just such a cool idea for a drama 😍

Let's jump right in. I'm gonna be honest and say that, at first, I felt a little turned off at the female lead, Eun Tak, being nineteen (in the beginning of the show), meanwhile the male lead, Shin, is 900+ years old (but physically looks to be in his thirties). It just... rubbed me weird. But hey, the Twilight series (both the books and the movies) is exactly the same—high school girl, century-old man, bananas yet somehow romantic storyline... And I loved me some Twilight as a young adult. So I mean, I have no right to judge, really. Plus, Eun Tak soon turns twenty anyway. So that's an improvement I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️ We follow her character into her late twenties, nearly thirty. So things are definitely fine by then haha! 👍

Don't let that previous bit make you think I didn't enjoy Goblin—I LOVED it. That detail is just a lil funky to me, is all. Back during my Twilight obsession days, I was nearly twenty myself, and the thought of being pursued by an older man was exciting. Hell, I mean, it still is! But now that I'm two years shy of my 30th Birthday, I feel differently sometimes. I think, LAWD get that girl away from that man, she too young for him LOL. I am definitely getting old... Enough about Twilight now, apologies! I'm only using it for the sake of conveying similarities seen in Goblin 🙏 Let's talk cast!

Kim Go Eun as Ji Eun Tak and Gong Yoo as Kim Shin

Eun Tak is a bubbly young woman with limitless energy! While still in her mother's womb, Mama Ji was involved in a hit-and-run incident which, sadly, took her life. During Mama Ji's dying moments, she prayed to anyone above that her child's life be spared. Sat on a rooftop from afar, beer in hand (lol), Shin hears her prayers, as he is a god of sorts. He appears before Mama Ji, and shows mercy to her unborn baby. Eun Tak grows up with the ability to see/speak to ghosts. Said ghosts tell her constantly that she is the goblin's bride. How do they know? A strange birthmark on the back of Eun Tak's neck tips them off. Eun Tak unfortunately was taken in by her abusive bitch of an aunt, who jabs Eun Tak every chance she gets. Her cousins are assholes. Eun Tak's aunt really only keeps her around in hopes of collecting Mama Ji's savings (intended for Eun Tak) one day. Sad, right? I mean, isn't Eun Tak being born without her mother enough as it is? Life can be so cruel 😔

Lee Dong Wook as Grim Reaper/Reaper/Wang Yeo

This is Grim Reaper (or Reaper for short), portrayed by the handsome Lee Dong Wook. His character is just this strange, not at all tech-savvy man with a constant deadpan facial expression. Said facial expression provokes so many giggles during funny moments, and drives home the longing and desperation during sad times. We learn quite a ways in that he, in his previous life (again, just in case: spoiler), was Wang Yeo G A S P ! The young king that is essentially responsible for Shin's death, as well as all the misdeeds that were done to Shin's family. Again, this is something I don't want to spoil. Well, more, anyway 😆 You gotta see it!

Yoo In Na as Kim Sun/Sunny

Kim Sun, or simply, Sunny (she loves to spell her name for people lol, S-U-N-N-Y!) is the second female lead. Yoo In Na is so gorgeous that one look at her makes you feel like such a potato hahhah. 🥔 This fact about her beauty bleeds over into the show itself—every time another character meets Sunny, the camera does this slow motion pan into her lmao. She really is that pretty! Sunny's personality comes across so odd at first... Having watched all of the episodes now, I feel the intention of Goblin's creators was to make her seem like a soul searching for something it has lost in a previous life. idk if that makes sense, but yeah. She has this way about her, like she's disconnected from others, and is sifting through the haziness to find this thing she feels she's lost.

Yook Sungjae (my BtoB bias 😍) as Yoo Deok Hwa

Sungjaeeee ahhhh 💘💘💘 I had to gush, sorry! Hehe. Meet Deok Hwa: unofficial nephew of Shin. Deok Hwa is a third-generation chaebol (heir to a family-owned corporation) and spoiled man-child, always seeking his credit card hahaha 🤣 But I love him so much. Between Gong Yoo, Lee Dong Wook, and BtoB Sungjae? Man, I'm dying over here! Deok Hwa's true identity is revealed later in the show, which if you haven't seen it yet, I won't spoil it. Just watch. But his ending sucked. Like where did he go? Everyone else's endings got tied up neatly except for his. What gives, man? 🤔 Edit: I was actually reading an online conversation about what happened to Deok Hwa online—someone jokingly said he was reincarnated as BtoB Sungjae LOL 💯

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AMAZING OST 😍😍😍

Good pace, episodes drag at times. A little confusing in the beginning, but you get there eventually. Maybe this is just me though, viewers who are a little more keen than I will likely catch on sooner ;) My mom was a little confused as well, and actually said at one point, "This should be called the 'what-the-hell-is-going-on' show," hahaha. Like I said though, we quickly moved on from this, and loved all the things. There are actually, I think, three (?) specials that were made to aid viewers in making sure they understand the complex events and relationships clearly. I haven't watched them yet, but want to!

Quite repetitive tbh, as there are unnecessary flashbacks often. Probably for two reasons: the obvious of reminding you what's what, but also to create suspense. Typical duration of most tvN dramas seems to be about 16 episodes, so it's possible these flashbacks and things are, for lack of a better word, filler. I don't know how rigid or lax tvN is about having a drama set at 16 eps, but I get the idea this is their preference. Seeing as so many of their programs on average last that long, I feel this must be what they want. Such has the potential to affect the writing, either positively or negatively.

A continuation of the previous bullet: I think Goblin's creators oversimplified the plot at times. I'm unsure if this is due to possible pressures to meet a specific requirement(s), or what. I'd rather forgo ALL restrictions and let creativity flow, let the story be told without pressure to fill a specific amount of time, etc. but TV production is weird. And contracts are weird. tvN might not to blame for these issues, could simply be that storytelling isn't always easy, man. I'm a writer myself, it's hard! I'M being redundant now lmfao! Anyway, yeah ~

Absolutely LOVED all the scenes that were filmed on location in beautiful Québec City, Canada 🍁 Tall, romantic trees, the fall foliage, historic buildings... sigh. Now all I need is Gong Yoo chasing me and we're all set! ;D

In addition to Shin being revived, my crush on Gong Yoo has been revived as well LOL. He fine 🔥 A classic K drama crush, can't go wrong with GY👌

Gong Yoo is always stellar at doing kiseu (kiss) scenes, and in Goblin, he does not disappoint. He really goes at it 🙈 which is preferred vs. the typical person kissing a stone statue that you see so often. He even did a lift kiss with Kim Go Eun that was reminiscent of THEE Coffee Prince kiss he did with actress Yoon Eun Hye! 😍

I never saw it coming, how the sword would wind up being removed from Shin's chest. I worried what the writers were going to do, how would they approach this, and just wow. The way things turned out is such a relief. It also told me that Shin's love for Eun Tak is true. I mean, I didn't need that scene to occur for me to know that, rather it just adds extra oomph that yes, Shin really does love Eun Tak. He didn't want her to suffer knowing she was responsible for his "death," so he thought quick and used her hands WITH his hands asdfghjkl. How dumb (bc noooo now you're gonna die) and amazing he is at the same time 💜

I love how Shin made his way back to Eun Tak after passing away, it was such a powerful scene. I could really feel his struggle, and kept yelling at my TV for him to stand up lol!

Devastated that Eun Tak died 😭 I really thought as many times as she'd cheated death before, she would somehow continue cheating death again and again for the rest of her days. But no... What a selfless person, Ji Eun Tak. Her being reincarnated as Park So Min gave me some closure. Not the closure I wanted, but closure.

The relationship between Shin and Reaper is ADORABLE. Whenever they interact with each other, they just have this great dialogue. Shin pings, Reaper pongs, Reaper pings, Shin pongs. It's great 😄 I still laugh about the slow-mo scene of them returning from the market with green onions HAHAHA 😂

I love Sunny & Reaper ~ However, their history as Kim Sun & Wang Yeo in their past lives is so very sad. I don't even know where to start RE: my feelings on this 💔 imo, their ending kinda sucked. I just wasn't satisfied with them having had this complicated, tragic story, only to be reincarnated in this fashion that I ultimately found to be just... idk, disappointing 😩 Again, closure, but not the closure I wanted.

I thought Reaper, the other grim reapers, the name cards, the depiction of what happens immediately following death with the brewing of the tea, the afterlife, etc. was all very creative. We really don't know what awaits us when our time comes—it's interesting to wonder if it's anything like it is in Goblin 🍵

Can't stop thinking about Goblin, even though I'm now watching Thirty but Seventeen & Mr. Sunshine! I'm emotionally cheating lol halp.

Photo credits: tvN & AsianWiki

Yo yo! I'm sorry I took so long to watch + write up this review! It's been a long couple of weeks for me, I wasn't always able to watch when I wanted. It was maddening 😆 But I have finally watched, and feel like the most accomplished person on the planet hahaha. xoxo 💜

#goblin #도깨비 #asian dramas #korean dramas #tvn

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captnbarnesrogers · 7 years

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Children Don’t Do The Things I Do

Pairing: Bucky x younger Reader

Warnings: SMUT GOOD LORD, lil bit of sir!kink, spanking, hair pulling, swearing, orgasm denial, reader dresses like a little girl (idk what that’s called lmao)

Summary: Reader is much younger than Bucky. The youngest Avenger at that. They come home from grocery shooping just to overhear Bucky, Tony, Clint, and Steve talking about her and her childishness.

Word Count: 1,994

A/N: Reader is 18+ and i literally know nothing about anything hahahah

You returned home with bags of food, shapeshifting back to yourself and then placing the bags near the kitchen. You were making your way to greet your boyfriend and everyone in the lounge room but caught them in mid conversation so decided to leave their conversation uninterrupted. Until you heard your name.

"So, Y/N?" it was Steve speaking, you heard Bucky laugh,

"What about her?"

"How's everything going? That's all I wanted to ask."

"It's great, she's great," you smiled, you felt like he was showing you off even though you weren't there,

"But?" Tony asks,

"But what?"

"There's a but in there, I can feel it," no there's not Tony, don't be a dick, you thought, "There's no but," tell em, baby, you thought, smirking to yourself,

"There is," Clint laughs,

"Fine! Okay! You got me..." fuck!

You were the youngest Avenger, it was an accident really, unexpected. No one, except your best friend and your family knew about your powers, they, including yourself, were afraid of you being used or killed. You were a shapeshifter who fought with skills like the Black Widow and always carried your Katana, shielding it under your clothes, ready to fight when needed.

There was trouble in the city, it was being invaded and so far, you'd killed about 5 of the creatures that were entering the city. As you swung your Katana right in the middle of the spiked creature, it fell down in defeat. You touched its head and your skin changed immediately into a black, spiked shell.

'God, I'm so ugly right now' you thought.

You made your way through the city, slashing the heads off the creatures. Just as you slash the head off of another, you feel yourself being hit with something hard and cold.

"FUCK!" you groaned, falling forward, being hit again. You turn yourself so you're on your back.

"WAIT, WAIT! PLEASE!" You swing your Katana to stop the shield, your voice struggles. 'Holy. Fuck. Captain America.'

"Why?"

"I speak English, goddamn it! I'm not one of them! I'm a shapeshifter!" You show your face to him, proving what you were trying to say,

"What the hell are you doing out here!?"

"Helping!"

"Don't! We've got this."

"Du'nt look like it, pal," you smile sarcastically, he huffs in defeat,

"Don't get yourself killed."

"I never do, Cap."

Soon after, you'd met The Avengers and the others who helped out and fought alongside them. Bucky had caught your eye. Bucky was quiet, with a dry sense of humour at first but softened up to you just after a few short weeks. You spent time with him, almost inseparable. You felt him become protective over you, it didn't matter how or where he protected you, his main goal was to protect you. Whether it'd be out on the field or when the others were to flirt with you, he was there for you.

"So, what's the but?" you heard Bucky sigh hesitantly, "C'mon man, she's not here, 's not like we're gonna tell her! Men to men, what's up?"

"I guess... I just- She's young-"

"Yeah she is!" Tony teases,

"Shut up!" Bucky laughs, "Anyway, she's young and I- I get it... But... I don't know, sometimes she can get a bit childish..."

Your eyes widen and you felt as if steams of anger were blowing out of your ears and throughout your body. 'Childish? Are you fucking serious?'

You were quickly able shapeshift into Natasha to get across to your shared bedroom with Bucky.

"Hey, Nat, how was the fight?" asked Clint,

"It was great, babe," you smiled, leaning down to kiss Clint on the cheek, staring at Bucky, obviously making him uncomfortable, "I'll see you later."

You went into the bathroom, shapeshifted back to yourself and carefully and quietly made your way to the bedroom. 'Childish huh? I'll show you a child.'

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'That was weird.' he thought, soon after his quick zone out, Natasha walks into the room, 'What- oh fuck!'

He'd realise quickly what had happened, obviously forgetting what his girlfriend could do.

"Nat, how was the- Hey, didn't we just have thi-," realising what was happening, Clint looks at Bucky, "Shit, Buck, you better go fix that before her katana winds up in your ass..."

"You're so smart!" Bucky says sarcastically.

He walked quietly through the hall before finally reaching the door to your bedroom. His heart sank. The things he said had probably broken your poor heart and in the moment he hoped that you didn't hear any of it. He'd expected to find you crying or slicing things in half with your Katana, bottling in some torturous anger but maybe you didn't hear him. He loved you and he wouldn't purposely upset you, he didn't mean to make up cry (if you were). He opens the door, his head down, not wanting to look at you.

"Y-Y/N please let me explain?"

"Explain what... Sir?" he could feel his heartbeat quicken at your words and the way your voice had sounded – small and innocent. He looks up at you to find a breathtaking sight; you were wearing a white crop top with a short skirt, you hair in pigtails.

"Oh Y/N... What are you doing?"

"I am who you think I am"

"What?" he huffs as you crawl forward to the end of the bed, getting up on your knees to face his tall figure,

"I'm a child, Bucky, just like you said," you look up innocently at him, you hand travelling up to cup his face, you stared into the blue, darkened eyes as you say, "But the thing is, Buck, children don't do the things I can do." You kiss him as your hand leaves his face and traces down to the zipper of his pants.

"Fuck, baby, please!"

"What's wrong, sir?" you teased, your hand now gripping his thick cock, stroking slowly. You take his pants off and bent down to take in the head of his throbbing cock.

"Jesus Christ Y/N!" you slid him easily into your mouth but you stop as his hand snake their way into your hair,

"No touching."

"You're not exactly in the position to say, doll," he suddenly flips you over, now on your hands and knees. You feel him lift up your skirt and thwack your ass,

"Fuck!" You scream, "Again."

"Ask properly, doll."

"How do I ask? I don't know how to!" you say playfully,

"You don't?" you nodded, "I think you know how..."

"Nuh-uh," he caresses his hand over your ass as you sigh heavily at the feeling. You could feel yourself giving in as his hand slid down in between your thighs, touching you lightly where you needed him most,

"Wet... So goddamn wet..." his pointer finger circling your deprived hole, "God, if you just said the words, my mouth would be all over this pretty little pussy"

"Sir?" you say with a small, quivering voice,

"Mm?"

"Can you please?" putting you hand over his and bringing it up to your mouth to suck off your wetness,

"Can I please what?"

"I need your mouth on me, please!" he mutters a quick praise before kneeling down to lick a slow stripe on your pussy, placing your legs on his shoulders, "Jesus fuckin' Christ!"

You arched yourself into him, holding on to his thick head of hair, wanting it deeper, harder, anything. You wanted to be fucked, to be wrecked. His hands wondering all over your body before one settled on your boobs and the other holding you down to keep you still. You could feel him smirk against you.

"Fuck you, Bucky!" you screamed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"You will baby girl, you will"

You could feel yourself tipping to the edge, you were about to explode just by his skilful tongue. There was really nothing more you wanted than to cum all over his strong-jawed face. His stubbled jaw had added to the friction as his tongue lapped up your pussy. You were there.

"JAMES! OH FUCK BABY!" and before you knew it, he'd pulled away, shaking his head that was just between your thighs a few seconds ago, "WHAT THE FUCK!?"

"I just don't think you deserve it..."

"Me? I don't deserve it?" You looked him straight in the eyes before pulling him to the bed and grabbing his fully hard cock, "you don't deserve it, you deserve to be ruined, this," you say straddling his shaft, "should be ruined" you spread the lips of your pussy and begin to rub your throbbing clit against him. His moans were torturously gorgeous but you wanted nothing more than to ruin his orgasm.

You rubbed on him harder, your fingernails scratching the skin of his well-toned chest. You smirked as his moans became desperate and needy, fully knowing that he was about to lose all his control and it's just what you needed.

"Fuck this." he huffs before lifting you up on to his cock and pushing you down, making you scream, "You're so fucking tight and perfect and so fucking beautiful, FUCK" his hand metal arm snakes its way around you, flipping you roughly to your hands and knees, "This is better, ass up in the air, perfect for me to just-" *THWACK*

"FUCK- SIR!" he thrusts roughly into your dripping core as you screamed his name over and over like it was the only thing you were knowledgeable for, “JAMES! JA- B-BUCKY FUCK!”

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum baby, cum! I’m so fucking close!”

“Ladies first.” He growls, holding in his bliss,

“FUCK, JAMES, FUCK!” you scream as your mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ and your legs quivering from the pleasure he’d just given you.

He releases everything he has into you as he chants you name and how much he loves you. He holds you close, as tightly as he could. You knew that soon enough the bruises of his blissfully playful yet failed unspoken apology would appear upon your soft skin.

You both roll over from exhaustion, his eyes landing on the ceiling and yours to your side, deciding not to face him. He notices that you’re not clinging onto him after your sweaty, physical activity, not like you always do. Just like that, he begins to miss your small fingers tracing shapes on his chest as you lay your head just beside the hand that was tracing shapes, to listen to his heartbeat. You would tell him that if you both ever had a week off of this life, you would use one day to marry him and the rest to play house as much as you both could. All of a sudden Bucky feels the warmth of you beside him as you sit up and put your white silk robe on. He takes into account that you’re still mad and you most probably just had some angry sex.

“Fucking hell, Buck, don’t screw this up!” he scolds himself. He gets up from his spot and follows you into the bathroom. He finds you standing in the shower taking in the heat and the steam, he slips in with you, engulfing you into an embrace.

She felt his cold metal arm snake its way around her waist and she sighs.

“I’m- I- I’m sorry I can’t be as mature as you want,” wiping away the water from her eyes, “I’m trying. I really am.” You try to look away but he catches your cheek in his hands, gently directing your gaze to him,

“Hey, hey, don’t apologise, doll! I don’t want you to say you’re sorry for my stupidity-“

“But I-“

“No Y/N, I love you and I’m sorry for what I said, it was stupid and I was just under the influence of those idiots!” he laughs,

“I’m sorry for kissing Clint.” You smile,

“Hey, at least it was on the cheek and nowhere else!” you kiss him, softly,

“I love you, James.”

“I love you too, doll, always.”

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thelittlestdemon-a · 7 years

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For the character solidifying thing, all even numbered questions for Shins! >,>

((idk why I decided to have Shins actually answer these idk if anyone can even understand some of what she’s said XD))

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?“Me mum? Selfish ol’ ‘ag ‘o don’t know nufin about sacrifice. I don’ know if she’s even capable o’ lovin’ me and my brother ‘onestly. She’d sooner throw us under da buss if it meant savin’ ‘er own ass.”

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?“Eh, my da was pretty lenient. It was the ‘ag ‘o was always yellin’ an’ screamin’ at us whenever we did somefing wrong.”

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?“My da I knew appreciated me… An’ maybe my mum too… She might’ve been a bitch at times but she did ‘er best.”

8. How does your character feel about religion?“Ahahaha! Look ‘un, there ain’t nofin’ wrong wit balievin’ but that side show jus’ ain’t fer me.”

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?“I like ta tink I’m pretty smart both in da streets and indasheets I got some book smarts too. W’en I was a youngin’ I used ta write poetry and all kinds of fairy tales.”

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?“Ey now ya lil shit is there somfin’ wrong wif da way I talk?”

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?“Shit dude I was ‘ome schooled by ma da and ma mum. Back ‘den der were no public schools or anyfin’!”

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?“I own a strip club now but back in da day I owned a brothel. Sex is where da real money is ‘un and it’s quite a pleasurable business as well.”

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?“Oh yeah ‘un, before I owned a brothel I was still tryin’ ta figure out w’at exactly I wanted ta do so I traveled around a bunch. An’ from dos travels I found… Ya ready fer dis? Nufin’. All that bullshit about findin’ yerself is just that. Bullshit. I do remember meetin’ quite the assortment of interestin’ partners though.”

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?“WW2. I was livin’ in London at da time cause tha’s where me baby brother was. ‘E got drafted inta da war and it scared the livin’ daylights outta me so I signed up as a man and went an’ dragged ‘is ass to the states. I los’ everyting in dat time fram an’ ‘ad to start all over again! Though I tink it made me a better business partner da second time around.”

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?“’Un so long as ya got air in yer longs and an attractive body I’ll consider fuckin’ ya.”

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?“Ya know ma club sells booze? Ya can get almost anyfing outta even da most stubborn of ass’oles if ya give ‘em enough ta drink. That bein’ said I like to play the informant.”

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?“Ma ‘ome ain’t nufin’ special really. I like ta keep ma house pretty clean but every once in a while I’ll get lazy enough not ta do it but den Safire’ll start naggin’ at ma ass.”

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?“I ain’t got a mate. Don’t plan on gettin’ a mate. Ain’t never gettin’ a mate.”

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?“I guess if I ‘ad to choose I’d say it’s da fact dat me mum jus’ let ma da die. She could’ve done somefing bu’ she did nufing and I’ll never forgive ‘er fer dat.”

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?“Booze ‘un. They can was a lot o’ tings away.”

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?“Self-righteous? Nah, dat ain’t me. Vengeful? ‘Ell ya! If ya done me or someone I care about wrong den prepare fer a livin’ ‘ell!”

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?“Wat kind o’ fucked up do ya ‘ave ta be ta like watching people suffer… Unless it’s the good kind o’ sufferin’ then ‘unny you can make me feel da pain all night~”

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?“Try an’ see da bright side o’ life ‘unny! Laugh off da bad and breath in da new!”

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?“If it’s a joke I’ll laugh. Maybe make my own too. Don’t ma’er if i’s a bad one or not.”

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?“I wan’ ma da back. I wan’ da years dat I wasted back… But the ‘ands on da clock only go one way. I know der ain’t nufin’ I can do but move forward.”

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?“I jus’ wanna ‘ave fun an’ der ain’t no one ‘o can stop me!”

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?“Ehehehehe, I tower over mos’ da population ‘unny. 6′6″ and 6′8″ in ‘eels. I’m on taaall drink o’ water I’ll tell ya dat!”

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?“Don’t ferget da importance of BODY LANGUAGE BABY!”

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?“Always smilin’! It annoys da shit outta Safire~”

#Silver #ask

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volantisand · 4 years

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this just in - MARIANA “ MARI ” REYES has been in wickway for A MONTH. apparently SHE is a DANCER AT DRIFTWOOD and a CIVILIAN or so HER passport says. so far it’s known that SHE favors JOE AND GO, and resides at WEST PORT. SHE is also said to be LOYAL & CLEVER, but also CALCULATING & GUARDED. at the end of the day, SHE can be described as RED STAINED LIPS, DELICATE HANDS WIPING BLOOD OFF OF DAGGERS AND MISCHIEVOUS SMIRKS FOLLOWING UNDERESTIMATION.

hello again, loves !!! i bring you all the devil reincarnated herself, my baby mariana <33 her pinterest can be found anywhere here !! but it’s kinda messy

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ▸

FULL NAME: MARIANA MERCEDES REYES

NICKNAME(S): MARI

NAME MEANING / PRONUNCIATION: MARIANA MEANING OF THE SEA OR BITTER. MERCEDES MEANING MERCIES. REYES MEANING KINGS. ( MA-REE-AH-NAH MER-SEH-DEHS RAY-YES )

AGE: TWENTY FIVE

DATE OF BIRTH: APRIL 18TH

RANK / TITLE: CIVILIAN, EX-LEADER OF OUTSIDE GANG FROM HER HOMETOWN

OCCUPATION: DANCER AT DRIFTWOOD

HAIR COLOR: DARK BROWN NEARLY BLACK

EYE COLOR: HAZEL

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 ▸

POSITIVE: ATTENTIVE, ARTICULATE, CLEVER, CULTURED, DETERMINED, DRIVEN, INSIGHTFUL, LOYAL, PASSIONATE, PERCEPTIVE, PERFECTIONISTIC, PERSONABLE, SCRUPULOUS, WHIMSICAL

NEGATIVE: BLUNT, DISTRUSTING, HOT HEADED, SOMETIMES IMPULSIVE, GUARDED, METICULOUS, SARCASTIC, STOIC, STUBBORN

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 ▸

FATHER: VICTOR REYES ( alive )

MOTHER: LUCIA REYES CASTILLO ( alive )

SIBLINGS: TWO OLDER BROTHERS, AN OLDER SISTER AND A YOUNGER SISTER

CHILDREN: NONE

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ▸

GANG(S): ANARCHY OF ROSEWICK ( formerly, it remains active ), CURRENTLY NOT AFFILIATED.

MARK: TATTOOED BIRD ON HER RIB CAGE, IT’S ACTUALLY SMALL BUT PIC ANYWHERE HERE and a few smaller little birds, much less detailed, surrounding it

POSITION / RANK: LEADER ( formerly )

WEAPON OF CHOICE: DAGGERS RARELY HAS A GUN.

YEARS AFFILIATED: EIGHT YEARS

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 ▸

born and raised in a fictional town called rosewick, she’s one of my past muses that has been adapted to come into wickway <33

having been born on the 18th of april, she is an aries.

the gang loved her, she was an intelligent girl that had lost a lot at a young age. it toughened her up. and the suppliers loved her because... she was never late on a payment.

“ the only merciful thing about me is in my name. ”

they spent some time traveling around the states, living their best lives before mari mentioned the island and now... here they are.

though, with power like mariana’s and blake’s, they’ve fallen under the santoro gang’s radar. they’re being watched with interest, the main goal being that they join them.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ▸

honestly, anything !!

#misplaced.intro #this one's much longer geez #tw murder #tw physical abuse

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