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rayroseu · 10 months

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💚Mallevan/Levanoa Headcanons (2/?)

PART 01 PART 02⬇️

you guys dont know how often i brainrot about these couple who never even talked in game yet KDJAKSK

Am glad to see that Levan's receiving the "Yuusona treatment" because of the various ways that twst artists draws him lolol

• • • Headcanon 2.

Malenoa is the strongest of the trio. Because she is a royalty, she is much more knowledgeable about magic— particularly if its related to dragons. Naturally, she became kind of like a magical tutor to both Levan and Lilia when they were children.

i really like the thought of eastern dragons in TWST🥰 its a nice foreshadow that Levan is a Long bcs thats Malleus' Halloween costume✨

(if its really like that,,,, im going to cry bcs that means Malleus dressed up like his papa who he never knew 💔😭)

(also I'm praying with all my heart he's not some plot twist jerk in game like King Stefan from Maleficent 1 😭)

I think dragons are rare on TWST not only because they're really particular on their mates but also because raising one is extremely high maintainance.

Its 1: life threatening to the caretaker, 2: needs constant attention and love, 3: once it grows up, you even need to withstand its tantrums and emotions (who are btw magically powered) 😭💥

That's why I think ??? there's limited knowledge about mediating their power (so they just get stuck in this cycle of being the strongest but that very strength can bring disaster bcs its uncontrollable)

Thus, I thought of Malenoa being Levan's friend who teaches him about controlling his draconic powers because Levan doesn't really want to accidentally harm others because of his uncontrollable strength--✨✨✨

I like to think its because of Levan's pacifist nature that Land of Briar chose to have war treatiest first instead of just crushing the Silver Owls through Malenoa's military strength. He's aware that killing off humans would just make them more hostile to faes in general, and I don't think both Malenoa and Levan wants Malleus to grow up in war once he hatches-

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Levan's fire is purple because I remember getting surprised when Overblot Malleus used that on his attack despite Land of Briar/Malenoa (?) being "mainly green colored" all this time...

So, I think that's one magic he got from his father??? because most of his features already derives from Malenoa (horns, tail, magic (i think his green fire is from Malenoa), straight hair, etc)

The purple fire might've originate from Malleus' mastery of void magic (I hc their dorm spells' element are their forte magic and Dorm Malleus is double void card) but we've never seen void magic used like a fire... its usually like an energy beam right? I think it was so exciting when he attacked like that💜👆‼️✨ (I literally squealed lol its so pretty?? but I know I'll die from that lol)

I love the thought that Lilia is the "mom friend"/"sensible friend" of this trio... 😂 because he says hes the one constantly working for these couple... mostly to deal with their antics lol

plus Lilia is literally the sole person working for Levan and Malenoa to meet together right now---

since Levan's missing and Malenoa can’t really leave the castle since she’s guarding unhatched Malleus--- and its just a bad move to send the best queen on the frontlines when they can just send Lilia yk 😆

i hope we get more dragon egg lore and also specifically egg malleus reveal🙌🙌 like how do THEY take care of a dragon egg anyway.... do they put it on cradles as well like human babies??? or their parents will hold them since they require vast amount of love-

i'd used to think malleus backstory would be his child self being lonely (which in the future might??? but for now?? his backstory is literally just him being an egg and all of us are crying over an egg JDHJWJD 😭😭😭

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scarletlizzard · 3 months

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OH MY GOSH, AHHHHH!!! 500 FOLLOWERS!!! IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!

I love the list you posted btw. I picked two because I thought they went well together ☺️

72 and 45:

Wanda: "Oh my god, are you okay?"

R: "Yeah I'm fine, I've been stabbed before."

Wanda: "I'm going to fucking kill them."

72 & 45

104 Dilogue Prompts

Pairing: wanda x reader (don't think pronouns are mentioned)

Tags: little violence, reader gets stabbed, mentions of a gun, fluff honestly

A/n: Thank you so much!! 🥹 and thank you for requesting! I love hearing from yall 💞

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The mission was going great.

They didn't always, and the fact that Steve paired you up with Wanda was making it all the better. Your goal, get to the lower levels where the servers are located to retrieve the data needed. Wandas goal, get you there safely. You were an asset to the team for sure, with your smarts and spy skills, but sometimes the occasion called for a little magical touch. You couldn't have been more grateful this was an occasion.

The two of you were currently waiting on one of the upper levels of the building, waiting on Steve or Natashas signal to continue down.

You glimpse at Wanda again as she leans against the wall across from you. Her red locks flow past her shoulders, red suit hugging her curves as she twists a ring on her finger.

"I'm glad Steve paired us up, by the way," you say quietly with a smile on your face. Wanda doesn't miss the glint in your eye as she looks up to meet your gaze.

"Well, someone had to babysit, right?" She says playfully, a smirk on her lips. Your lips part as you gasp and stand straight from your previous leaning position.

"I-what-babysit?" The words spill out all together as you look at her in offense. "I'll have you know I am a decorated international spy. I may not be a-a black widow or have magic fingers, but I assure you I don't need a babysitter!" You huff as you step up to her, ego calming as she stands straight, looking down at you.

"Magic fingers?" Wanda chuckles, and your cheeks burn.

"You know what I meant," you mumble and cross your arms. She steps closer, now invading your personal space.

"Are you talking about my powers or the magic that had you in my bed screa-"

You put your hand over her mouth, stopping her from finishing her sentence. She lifts her hands in defense as you glare at her with a red face.

Before either of you can say another word, Natashas voice call over the comms.

"Head down, Wanda, be ready. They're waiting for you guys," she warns. The two of you look at each other with a nod, both of you attempting to be serious. You make your way lower, coming across a set of double doors.

"Ready?" Wanda asks, her fingers twitching as she forms red orbs of energy in her hands. You nod, pulling out your pistol in one hand and a small knife in the other.

Wanda sends a blast through the doors, opening them up and revealing a group of the enemies that had, in fact, been waiting. She's quick to send another few blasts, scattering them about the large room as the two of you begin to fight.

"Babysitter..." You mumble to yourself, shaking your head as you take down an agent. You look over at Wanda to see she's taken out half the group. Okay, so maybe it wasn't bad she was here. You, not so easily, fight with another and lose your pistol in the process. But as you land another punch, he falls to the ground.

"See that?" You breathe out as you look to Wanda, who gracefully fought the last three at the same time. "I can take care of myself!" You say with a huff and lean down to grab the fallen gun.

As you do, you feel yourself being grabbed from behind. An excruciatingly sharp pain resonates from the side of your abdomen and you let out a, "Fuck!" When the agent removes the blade they stuck in you. You raise your hand across your body, pointing the gun behind you.

The bullet only grazes them, and they run through the set of double doors as soon as Wanda turned her head in your direction.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" She asks with worried eyes. A shaky hand rests on your face as she watches blood spill through your shirt. Your hand covers the gash to apply pressure, a wince leaving your lips.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I've been stabbed before," you say with a casual tone, trying to act as if the wound throbbing with pain wasn't enough to take you to your knees.

Wandas eyes burn red, an anger behind her eyes you had never seen before.

"I'm going to fucking kill them," she spits out, malice behind her words. Before she can walk away your hand reaches out to grab her wrist, stopping her.

"Wanda... don't leave me," you say softly, your touch and now gentle tone enough to calm her down only a little. She takes a deep breath, her hands still shaking with anger, but nods.

"Alright, alright, come here," she sighs softly and kisses your cheek before letting you lean on her for support as you make your way down. "We'll get you out of here and then I'm going to fucking kill them."

You chuckle a little at her reaction, face heating again just like earlier. You could see it written on her face, the way her jaw was tensed and the fire burning behind her eyes, that she wasn't lying.

"Did you see those guys I took out?" You ask, trying to lighten her mood. Wanda can't help but smile at you, both of you knowing she had fully taken on the group of them.

"They looked pretty rough, detka.. not sure why Steve and Nat thought you needed help," She says knowingly.

When she did return, it was with crimson splattered across the front of her suit and a smile on her face. You didn't say a word, only giving her a kiss and letting her wrap her arms around you.

You nod in approval, letting her stop to pick you up and carry you the rest of the way. Not that you needed it, but you weren't going to deny being in the arms of Wanda, and she wasn't going to let another person lay their hands on you again. As soon as you were safe with Natasha, Wanda disappeared.

#marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #short one shot #wanda x you #wanda x fem!reader #wanda x gn!reader

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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months

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Can you write soft smut with Steve like morning cuddles lead into that?

Mornin', Captain!

PAIRING | Husband!Steve Rogers x Pregnant Wife!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.6K

SUMMARY | You and Steve are enjoying a comfortable Monday morning at home, spending the entire morning in each other's arms while thinking about nothing but each other and the little life growing inside you. The two of you could get used to this and are starting to plan a life with your little human inside your belly.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship [ Husband & Wife ], smut [ Slow morning sex, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), multiple orgasms, nipple play, daddy kink, implied aftercare ].

A/N | Thank you so much for this request! I already had something similar in my drafts and decided to work them into one, I love that you gave me the push I needed to finish it!

Also, let's not think too hard about the fact that the GIF is, in fact, of Chris and not Steve. He just looked too hot not to use for this fic. 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🩷

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Quiet Monday mornings with your husband are rare the last few months, so you are soaking in every second while you can. However, since you're currently five months pregnant, sleep is a luxury you're enjoying less of nowadays.

Because of that, you're cuddling with your heater in the form of your very own super soldier. His hand is splayed on your bare stomach as his thumb rubs softly back and forth in a soothing motion.

''I still can't believe a little human is forming inside you right now,'' Steve whispers in your ear, and you smile softly at his words.

''Well, you can trust me when I say it's true because they're constantly keeping me up or having me go to the bathroom,'' you say as you chuckle.

This afternoon is the appointment for your ultrasound to find out the gender of the baby, and you've been very excited for the last week to find out.

''Today we're gonna find out what the little human is going to be,'' you tell Steve, and he nods as he gives soft kisses on your neck and your shoulders while his hand keeps rubbing your stomach. You put your hand over his and let out a small sigh as you settle into his touches.

''C'mere hot Mama,'' Steve says, gently guiding you onto your back. This way, he can finally give you a deep, loving kiss like he's been thinking about the entire time.

''Hmm, Steve,'' you moan softly as his kisses move from your soft pink lips to your jaw, down your neck, and onto your collarbone. When his trails reach your sensitive nipples, he pays them special attention.

His mouth wraps around one of your nipples, and he starts suckling softly, earning himself high-pitched moans at how he's making you feel.

His other hand is softly kneading and ghosting over your other nipple, careful not to hurt you as he does this. His tongue lavishes over your stiffened peak as he keeps softly suckling.

When that one gets too sensitive, he moves on to the other, repeating the same actions to turn you into a moaning mess underneath him.

After that, he moves down to your stomach, one of his favorite parts of your body. His hand roams over the skin as he whispers sweet things to your baby.

Soft kisses are littered, each stretchmark getting extra attention because Steve knows how insecure you are about them.

''I'm still in awe that you're carrying our beautiful child and married someone like me. I still find it hard to believe that you would choose someone like me,'' he says as you rub your hands through his hair.

''Well, I just stuck with my gut here. It said, 'I like that one, let's trap it!' and here we are. That's all there is to it, really,'' you shrug before bursting out in laughter.

''Sometimes you're unbelievable! But I'm glad you did because I can't imagine being anywhere else than with the two of you,'' he says as he places a few more soft kisses on your stomach, laughing when the baby kicks him.

''See, even they are telling you to hurry up already! Mama needs her-'' is all you can say before the air is knocked out of your lungs by Steve attaching his lips to your sensitive, throbbing clit.

A long, broken moan leaves your lips as he works up to your orgasm, which isn't hard to do since you're always turned on beyond belief due to your pregnancy.

''S-Steve, gonna cum!'' you say as your back arches off the bed, and he keeps licking and sucking on your sensitive bud until you come undone underneath him.

He keeps working you through your orgasm, and when he's done, he can't stop praising you and telling you how beautiful you are.

''You did so well for me, Mama; you're doing so good for me. Perfect when you cum for me like that,'' he says as he rubs your stomach again.

He goes to lay on your side, and you turn your head to kiss your wonderful husband.

His hand never left your stomach, and he keeps rubbing soft circles and laughing when he feels the baby kick again. The two of you lie like that until your hand snakes between your bodies and grabs Steve's still-hard cock.

''Want to feel you stretch me out, Daddy,'' you breathe against his mouth, and he doesn't hesitate for even a second.

Soon your legs are bent upwards and leaning against his shoulders, his thick cock slowly piercing you as he's sitting on his heels, his thighs spread wide so he has the perfect angle to slide in.

''Oh, d-daddy! Stretch me out so well!'' you say, and Steve lets out a deep groan as he bottoms out. He lets you adjust to his size, and when that's done, he sets a slow, loving pace.

All he wants to do is make you fall apart over and over by making love to you, and right now's the perfect start for doing just that. Soft moans and the sound of skin on skin fill the room, but neither of you cares since you're too wrapped up in pleasure.

Steve keeps going for a while, but when he suddenly rubs your clit your orgasm washes over you with such force you squirt all over his stomach, legs, and the bed.

After the build-up and constant keeping you on edge, the release is sweet, and your back is arching off the bed as he works you through it before shooting his ropes of cum deep inside you.

When you have come down from your highs, you decide to take a bath together and relax until it is time to get ready for your ultrasound.

You're getting ready for your ultrasound and are now wearing your new pair of maternity coveralls you've wanted to wear for a while. Combined with a couple of sneakers and your hair in a ponytail, you're ready to go.

''Wow, those look amazing on you. Now you are one hot Mama!'' Steve says as you walk into the living room, where he waits for you.

''Thank you, I'm so happy I can finally wear this!'' you say as you grab your sunglasses.

Steve is decked out in sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a simple outfit not to be recognized outside. Aside from the Avengers, nobody knows you're pregnant, and you'd like to keep it that way for a while longer.

The trip to the hospital is smooth, and when it's finally time to go in, a nurse calls you in.

''Mrs. Rogers-Y/L/N?'' she says, and you get up with the help of Steve.

''Yeah, right here!'' you say, and when you're finally standing, you interlace your fingers with Steve's, who squeezes it reassuringly.

''Alright, you can lay down on the table and open your coveralls and lift your shirt,'' she says, and you happily do so. When that's done, you grab Steve's hand again, and he places a kiss on your forehead.

''Are you ready to see your baby again?'' the nurse asks after applying the gel, and you nod.

When you hear the rapid heartbeat and see the little human inside you moving, you tear up again; it is still the most beautiful thing you have ever witnessed.

''Do you want to know the gender of your baby?'' and both of you happily agree that you want to know.

''You two will be having a gorgeous baby boy!'' she says, and you can't believe it! Tears start streaming down your face in a steady stream now that you know.

The nurse prints out the ultrasound pictures, and when you're back at the Compound, you can't wait to show all the other Avengers.

''Guys, we're gonna have a baby boy!'' you say as you run into the room where they're all having lunch, and everyone cheers and congratulates the both of you.

After lunch, you pull Steve and Bucky apart to tell them something, though Steve already knows what you'll say.

''Bucky, Steve, and I have been thinking about something, and we want to run the idea past you. Well, two ideas, actually,'' you start, and he nods.

''Alright, is everything okay?'' he says, a little concerned.

''Everything is great, but we wondered if you were okay with being our son's godfather. Nat has agreed to be his godmother, and nothing would make us happier than for you to take care of him if it would ever be needed,'' you say, and he starts tearing up.

''Please tell me this isn't some joke? That you're asking me this? Because you know I would do it without a doubt in my mind, right?'' he says, and you nod with a big smile.

''We mean it, Buck. And there's one more thing we want to tell you,'' Steve starts, and Bucky looks over to his best friend.

''We were hoping to name our boy after you, so his name would be James Axyl Rogers,'' Steve says, and Bucky doesn't know what to say, so he wraps his arms around his best friend in response.

You rub Bucky's back softly as he keeps hugging his best friend, grateful for everything he's done for him up to now, and this is just the cherry on top.

''I love you both so much,'' he says as he pulls away and pulls you into the hug, so all three of you are hugging.

''We love you too, Bucky. We always have, and we will be with you until the end of the line,'' you say, earning yourself an even tighter hug.

''Guys, still pregnant!'' you say, and they release you with a laugh.

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slicznymartwy · 10 months

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Slashers reactions to walking in on the GN!Reader masturbating and moaning their name? If you don't take multiple character requests, though, I'd be happy with just Thomas! ^ _^

i LOVED this omg . this is my first thomas x reader i’m posting so i’m glad to start him off this way :3 seriously this was so much fun to write. only included thomas on this one since i made it longer than i planned :p .. maybe its too wordy and not smutty enough im sorry TToTT

°˖✧˚ thomas hewitt x gn!reader saying his name

eyes blinking open blearily, you wake up from your peaceful midday catnap with the feeling of a cool breeze sweeping in from the open windows. the curtains in the hewitt house are old and torn apart but, fluttering in the wind, it almost looked like you were at some fancy resort hotel.

smiling to yourself, you press your face against thomas’ pillow to breathe in his musky scent. if only he had joined you for your nap, then you two could have gotten into some real fun, but you know your man well; when he’s got a working itch in his fingers, he’ll be stuck down there in his basement ‘til he’s satisfied.

you don’t mind it, not when it makes him happy. it’s his passion that attracted you to him back when you two met. his dark determined eyes quickly clued you in - this was a man that acted, a man that took what he wanted and didn’t apologize.

you loved that about tommy, but right now you feel loose and happy like the partner of a rich man, and you want him. you want him so badly. heat stirs between your legs and you roll onto your back, listening acutely for any sounds.

the house is quiet except for the soft thuds managing to crawl up from the basement. keeping your willful ignorance about what he does down there, you instead focus on the fact that you two must have the place all to yourself today.

you sit up and pat your hair back down. it’s a little bit ruined from rubbing against the pillows, but you weren’t winning any beauty contest before that anyways. you feel more of the breeze when you sit up, and it brushes coyly across your bare chest. biting your lip with a smile, you use your sleep-sore muscles to haul a pillow down towards your hips and straddle it.

you start slow, hands bracing yourself forward as your hips rock back against the pillow. already, your breath comes heavier as you imagine your tommy. strong and thick all over, with enough muscles to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder like he was wont to do when he craved you.

the pillow felt nowhere near sturdy enough, but you imagine grinding on his thigh like this, feeling his muscles flex underneath you as he watched. you close your eyes as you pretend, mind swimming with pictures of your big and capable man.

“tommy,” you whisper, picking up your pace as your body reacted to the pleasure you gave yourself. you were relaxed before, but you feel boneless now, like you were made of melted candle wax.

time loses some meaning in your deliriously horny brain. you can barely think beyond the soft cushion between your thighs as you hump against it in a steady rhythm.

you feel like you're floating out of your body: you can recognize your own voice, but you don’t know when you started chanting tommy’s name, and you can hear your orgasm building as your voice gets louder. despite knowing he can't hear you, you're begging him for mercy.

you’re nearly finished when the hairs on the back of your neck suddenly stand. there’s something different in the air, although you can’t pinpoint what, and you open your eyes.

“tommy!” you gasp, because there he stands. his arms hang by his sides as he watches with hauntingly dark eyes.

you feel like he can see straight through you with his gaze, and your hips stop as you cover yourself with your hands. it’s a little bit pointless, since thomas has already seen every inch of you. he’s had you bent over and folded in half so many times that you’re sure he’s got you memorized.

your chest rises and falls visibly as you try to catch your breath, but that seems impossible as he slowly steps into the room. he lumbers forward, his eyes never leaving you.

it's clear that he's just come up from his basement, the way his clothes and apron are stained. he must have heard you, you realize. your cheeks feel red hot at the notion of you hollering his name so loud that he had to come check on you.

he stands in front of you, head ducked down to keep his gaze locked onto your eyes. you feel frozen to the spot, until thomas’ hands reach behind his back to untie his apron. inspired, you hurry to get the pillow out from under you and back to the others, turning away from him while you did. what use was the limp pillow when you had the real thing right in front of you?

you hear thomas toss the apron aside, and you gasp when you feel his warm hand on your ankle. he pulls you down to the foot of the bed easily, sliding on your stomach over the messy sheets.

"thomas," you breathe, looking at him from over your shoulder. he's so massive as he stands over you, but when he puts his heavy hand between your shoulder blades, you get a sense for his gentleness too. you've seen his hands cause so much destruction, but that felt like a different person to the man standing in your shared room.

he doesn't speak, but you don't need him to. he's always proved his adoration to you with his actions. he does the same for his family too, the callouses on his hands prove how hard he works to make them happy. you can feel them scratch pleasantly against your skin as he strokes his hand down your back, until he holds onto your hips with both hands.

"i love you," you say, feeling him press the front of his clothed hips against your ass. he spends the rest of the afternoon showing you how he feels the same.

#thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x gn!reader #slasher x reader #the texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre the beginning #tcm the beginning #₊*. ⋆༘ — requests

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miinatozakiii · 9 months

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stuck with you

chou tzuyu x reader (high school au)

summary: in which you fell asleep on the table in the library and no one had woken you up. it seems that no one had woken up tzuyu either.

wc: 2k

warnings: angst(?) ; bad aunt (idk)

a/n: i can't tell if this is angsty, I was going to make it fluff but it didn't work out. decided to settle on this bittersweet version.

also, i never write angst im gonna be honest soooo

your eyes flutter open and you blink at a slow pace as you stir awake.

"shit..." you groan.

falling asleep in the library was a once in a while thing, you didn’t expect it to be so late after you had woken up.

there’s drool on your cheek and it takes you a bit to really regain the ability to see and think clearly as you wake up. your eyes open slowly, you rub at them and a soft groan escapes your lips.

hair falls across your face as you lift yourself up from the desk, and you rub a hand through it as you squint your eyes to take in your surroundings. it's dark – but not dark enough for you to not be able to see at all. everything is relatively visible and lit up by the moonlight sneaking through the windows, it could be worse.

the papers on your desk are still there, though there are three drops of your spit on it from drooling – and you pray no one had seen you like that. you place your papers back into the gray folder that was next to them, then place them in your school bag.

a groan escapes your lips as you stretch your arms out, rubbing your face shortly after to wake yourself up fully.

you reach for the phone on your table, squinting your eyes as you tap the screen and check the time-

2:24 in the morning? as in two-fucking-twenty-four am.

you rub your eyes again because there’s no way. absolutely no way.

the screen doesn’t change, and you’re definitely awake now.

your eyes dart around the room: you’re alone, the moon is out – which, you had noticed, but didn’t think of much until now – and you have no idea how no one had waken you up, or why the librarians or whoever had been here last didn’t notice a whole second year asleep on the table. suddenly, you’re on your feet, walking around the library and there’s still not a soul in sight, and the doors have a metal gate that blocks you from ever getting out.

“shit.” you mumble.

you don’t know what to do, and you’re honestly glad panic doesn’t take over because at least it’s not some creepy warehouse from that movie your dad made you watch when you were seven; it’s just a school library (and the scariest thing might be running into your physics teacher in this place).

you put a hand to your forehead and groan, then your soul almost leaves your body.

“y/n?” a familiar voice murmurs. you jump at the voice, and you turn around quickly:

chou tzuyu.

“hey…”

“what are you doing here?” she questions, you put a hand to your chest and try to compose yourself after the star archery athlete had just scared the life out of you.

“i uh, i fell asleep. i don’t know what happened.” you mutter, rubbing your face with your hand again, “wait, what are you doing here?” and your voice is low, almost a whisper even though the librarians aren’t there. you think their ghosts could possibly be lurking, though.

“i fell asleep too.” she simply explains, shrugging.

“i see.” you whisper, “um, we’re stuck here, there’s no way out and the windows don’t open in this room.”

“oh.” she mumbles.

you two stand across from each other in silence for a bit – the silence stretches out for a bit.

tzuyu was well-known, if not the most well-known individual in the school. she’s the varsity captain of the archery team, taking home so many trophies that you may need more than one hand to count the ones she had won. not only that, she was class president, debate club vice president, and part of the student council: everything colleges needed and wanted. she had everything and was everything.

not only that, she’s probably the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen in your life, and you’re definitely not the only one who had thought that.

guys and girls, all from different grades – whether that be the underclassmen, the ones in your shared grade, or the upperclassmen – they had all eyed her with admiration and she got asked out at least five times a week, you guess. she was effortlessly gorgeous, she had hit the jackpot not only with her brains but also her beauty.

you had known tzuyu since secondary school, you had three classes with her in the 9th grade and she had been someone you’ve been fond of since – but you could never be with her, ever.

you yourself weren’t too bad compared to her.

third in your class (tzuyu being first and of course mina being second), part of the volleyball team, baking club, cooking club, and one of the students who had regularly volunteered. you honestly weren’t too bad yourself brains or looks-wise, some girls and guys had hit on you here and there, but you were definitely nowhere near the chou tzuyu – you would never ever be and it bothered you a little if you had to be honest.

tzuyu tilts her head, “were you studying for exams?”

you nod.

“i see.” she mumbles.

it’s so awkward you want to break the window and jump out, and suddenly you’re self-conscious because you know how stupid you look after waking up.

tzuyu stays by your side as you wander around, small talk being made here and there, but the tension in the air is extremely thick and you really don’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of this gift from above.

“how did you get stuck here? i never asked…” you mutter quietly.

“studying.” she says while looking towards the romance section in the library, “i must’ve been exhausted to fall asleep for this long.”

“i see.” you mumble.

you two explore the library, walking around together because deep down you both know you’re a little creeped out by this place, and the company is comforting at a time like this.

the phone in your hand lights up again, it’s just a reminder to drink water, but you scroll down to see the texts from your angry aunt. you pause in your place, and tzuyu quirks a brow as you stare at the phone with a stressed expression,

“y/n?” she calls out softly, “what’s wrong?”

words aren’t able to form as you read through the twenty-three texts:

aunt mei (23 new messages):

y/n?

y/n.

where are you

if you’re out with your damn friends

i swear to god

y/n you were supposed to be home at 8

it’s fucking 12

answer me.

y/n,

when i see you…

y/n i swear

you’re going to get me in trouble

you’re grounded, you hear me?

im sick of your shit

you should be grateful that i don’t tell your parents

i might just do it since youre being so

you don’t even bother to read the next few texts, just for your own sake.

there’s a small breath that escapes your lips, “nothing.” you lie. you’re in deep shit and if your aunt finds out that you’re with chou tzuyu, you’re in deeper shit.

chou tzuyu is not someone you should ever be interacting with, your aunt hates the chou family and their whole bloodline – the chou family probably hates your bloodline too.

moving to this place was not something you wanted, but you had no choice because of that stupid scholarship. moving in with your aunt was something you were not happy about; she’s controlling, she’s exhausting, and she’s fucking crazy.

“you sure it’s nothing?” tzuyu asks, and the question surprises you. your eyes meet hers and there’s a strange softness in her gaze, it’s so weird and you’re not used to such a caring look. you nod your head and shove the phone in your pocket,

“my aunt.” you say, “she’s just uh, worried.” which is another lie. tzuyu just hums and you let out a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down while you wonder what will happen when you get home, or at least, the house you live in because there’s no feeling of comfort or anything when you’re there.

tzuyu is still looking at you with slight worry, but you ignore it before walking over to the wall hidden behind the shelves, setting your bag down, and sitting down. the slightly shorter girl – which is not a common thing for tzuyu to be – sits down next to you, staring at you while your eyes gaze forward with a hint of despair.

“you can talk to me.” tzuyu assures. it’s so strange, you’ve talked to her two or three times and she’s telling you this. you don’t know if you can believe her words.

“we’re not supposed to talk to each other.”

“it’s just the two of us until the school opens back up.” tzuyu says, and it makes you turn to meet her eyes. they’re so full of hope and care it makes you feel even more hopeless, you can’t talk to her. if you talk to her, you’ll grow more attached, your aunt won’t like that, and your heart already does enough longing from just seeing her every morning at homeroom.

“my aunt.” you start, “she’ll kill me.”

“my mom says she sucks.” tzuyu simply states, staring forward with little to no emotion.

“she’s honestly right,” you say, a playful scoff leaving your lips as you stare in the same direction. silence fills the air again, it’s strangely comforting, and your worries seem to be less overwhelming.

“you know, my mom always told me to stay away from you. she thinks you’re like your aunt or something.” tzuyu begins, “but it only made me more curious of you.”

it might be better if you stayed away, you think. the thin, long fingers on your hand fiddle with each other, “i’m nothing like that woman. i never will be.”

“i see.”

tzuyu turns back to you and watches you as your head sinks back into the wall, your eyes slowly flutter shut as exhaustion takes over. you don’t want to fall asleep, that means you’ll have to see your aunt soon if you do.

“sleepy?” tzuyu asks,

“yeah.”

“sleep,”

“can’t.”

“why?”

“i’ll wake up.”

the dark-haired girl looks at you in surprise, her brows furrow.

your eyes open again and it feels like all the life in you had been sucked out, as if all hope was drained out of you. you never liked the word hope. it was a stupid word that led you on. you had lost all hope a month after living with your aunt, there’s no point in having if it won’t change anything; it wouldn’t ever change anything for the time being.

there’s something about tzuyu that returns that belief in the word ‘hope,’ and you don’t know if you like that. it’s as if her presence had gotten rid of your aunt.

“you can wake up next to me.” tzuyu assures. you look at her with a new feeling in your chest, your heart is warm and it’s so strange. “i’ll be here. you don’t have to worry about waking up near your aunt.”

“why all of this so suddenly?”

tzuyu shrugs.

“i told you, i’m curious.”

you stare at her for another moment, and you’re afraid of staring for so long because your heart seems to open up a bit, as if it were a flower in bloom. everything that you feel and experience is so new and scary. tzuyu is so close to you and every word from her is so caring makes your heart yearn and ache at the same time; you want her so badly in this moment, but you know it’s impossible to hold onto her forever.

the bag that was set down is now in your lap, and you hug it as if it were the thing that could keep you safe from what you might have to face later. your eyes close and your whole body relaxes a bit, it's okay if you fall asleep because she'll be there next to you.

exhaustion takes over once again and you’re out like a light.

tzuyu stares at the way your features soften and the way your whole body relaxes, she thinks you’re a nice sight. she’s been curious and drawn by your mysterious, quiet personality, it seems like your aunt is the reason you’re like that, maybe she could get to know the real you someday.

she takes one more look at your face again, letting her eyes trace the lines of your sharp features, really taking in your presence.

tzuyu doesn’t mind that your head falls over to lean on hers, as long as you're comfy.

she closes her eyes and allows herself to fall asleep beside you.

#kpop x reader #twice x reader #tzuyu x reader #angst #twice imagines

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nayaaatv · 2 years

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mingyu bf hcs !

# : fluff, slight crack :-)

warnings ! : none (?)

wc : 0.8k (um hehe)

a/n : i love him so much oh my god

req by anon 1 and 2 ^_^

i have a feeling he has a habit of calling you his wife/husband. like he probably has your contact as "yn💍♡" or something. like even though there could be many years to come until then he likes to think of you as his beloved. he gets so blushy and giggly when you call him hubby. he gets so clingy and cuddly. he 100% wants to grow old with you ♡

movie nights with him would probably just like 20% movie and 80% cuddling. his eyes are literally stuck on you, he only looks at the screen when you tell him to. he loves it when he hears you laugh at something that happened and like your too busy laughing to explain what happened. he's so much softer during movie nights, or cuddling in general. he barely focuses on the movie and just like plays with your hair or traces shapes on your wrist. as soon as the movie ends he's gonna shower you with a bunch of kisses. "finally! can you kiss your boyfriend now?"

he feels obligated to experience everything with you, but like, literally. if you tripped and fell in public he would purposely slip aswell. he doesn't want you to go through anything alone (unless you want to do things by yourself ofcourse). he tries his best to keep you company. if you dropped your food he will hand feed you the rest of his. if you looked like you were having a hard time studying or doing anything he would always (try) to help you in any way he can! he wants you to know that he'll always be right by your side, and he's more than glad that you do the same :)

kisses with him are probably so amazing. like even the small kisses make you feel bubbly inside, same for him. imagine running and crashing your lips onto his at the airport after he went on tour or on a vacation with the guys. kisses with gyu are so intimate no matter how long the kiss is. like he has a big habit of smiling into the kiss. he loves your lips so much, your sweet sweet lips. everytime you kiss him he feels so so so loved. ever since your first kiss with him, he cannot live without your lips.

so so so in love when you take care of him when he's sick or has a high fever. he gets all mushy inside. he literally lets ONLY YOU take care of him. you always have to assure him its not his fault when you get sick too, but he gets so guilty afterwards, but he's also a bit happy. not because he's happy you're sick too, he's happy because you were willing to take care of him even though you could possibly get sick too. its always a 7/10 chance that your mom or his mom end up taking care of the both of you anyway. you're both glad though. atleast you're both going through the endless coughing together, right? he says the sore throats feel less sore with you (LMAOO).

he probably has a plushie of you. like he was legitimately just scrolling on instagram one day and he came across a page that sold custom handmade plushies, and right before he knew it he had a mini you next to his bed. he found it so cute that he literally forgot to tell you about it. he brings it everywhere when he's not with you, and definitely kisses it every night before he goes to bed without you, you don't need to know that though. + he has a bunch of photos and selfies with it hehe

i feel like I've said this 100 times but he loves it when you dress him up. like imagine having a beach day with gyu and the boys and you guys have like matching swimwear that you picked out. oh my god its like too cute.

im pretty sure we are all aware that he gets jealous easily, there's like a 50% chance he'll get protective jealous and the other 50% is sulky jealous (if that made sense at all). like he'd either be like "how about me? im your boyfriend, i want to do that too!" and a bunch of other things but when he's sulky jealous he gets all clingy and pouty. he's like holding onto your arm while frowning because he saw you tutoring a guy at the local library or he saw you texting your guy co-worker about something while sitting next to him. you'd have to repeatedly assure him he's the only one you'll love and kiss, and then he's a happy puppy again!

matching bracelets 100%. he has a dog charm and you have a cat charm. you remember finding it at a fair and it reminded you of him immediately, and so, he's been wearing it ever since you put it on him, will never take it off unless someone manages to get his stubborn bum to remove it for his work. he's glad you don't take off yours either, he loves you so much lmaooo.

taglist ! : @guavagyu @stuckinmyhead5 @odetoyeonjun @starry-mins @pearlygraysky @enhacolor @khypods

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4acoffee · 1 year

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A voice in the back of his head tells him that he's never cared before exactly how many words a girl says to him, and he promptly tells said voice to shut the fuck up.

pairing. bakugou x reader

word count. 2.8k words

genre & warnings. fluff, pining but he doesn't realize it, baku in some serious denial, swearing (lot's)

notes. jusus FUCKING christ. im SO glad to be done with this you have no idea. It's been in the works for like three months I'm so done with this fic. pls lemme know if u like it if this flops ill cry. also sorry i havn't posted in like forever im a loser i know.

Katsuki Bakugou does not have crushes.

Crushes, were for stupid schoolboys and stupid girls.

Like you.

Yea, — if anyone had a crush, it had to be you. That's why you only smiled at him when he was looking at you. It's why you never tried to make eye-contact with him during class. It's why you never talk to him outside of class, and always walk on the other side of the hallway, and laugh at shitty hair's lame jokes.

There's no way someone like him, would like anyone like you.

Raccoon eyes was an idiot for even putting such an absurd thought in his head.

And it all started because he ran out of those stupid pencils.

Which was those dumbass's fault too. That week, dunce face broke all his pencils trying to do a ghost summoning trick in class and begged him to let him borrow one of his pencils. Which was annoying, but not a big deal because he's Katsuki and he was always fucking prepared.

But then, raccoon eyes lost her shit at the ugly grape fuck during class, and accidentally dissolved her only pencil in a fit of rage. Which meant he lost another one to her.

And then that same week, shitty hair was testing his strength on pencils, snapping them in half with and without his quirk, so he lost five pencils to his useless antics.

So by the time Friday rolled around, he had just one mechanical pencil left to get him through the day. Which would have been fine, ― if he didn't run out of lead right in the middle of fucking English class.

Now, he could have asked the teacher for a pencil, but she was this dusty, old hag, and Katsuki was known in his class for aggravating her to the point where her veins popped out on her face, and she would screech at him like a mad banshee. And Katsuki would rather pull out his own nails and stick them in his eyeballs like push-pins, than face the lecture she would no doubt give him if she found out he had come to class "unprepared".

So now, he was stuck, pissed off at everyone, multiple writing assignments to finish, a professor who never liked him, zero patience, and completely lacking in pencils.

Fuck his life.

And the day would have only gotten worse, if it wasn't for you.

He doesn't know how you knew that he needed a pencil. Then again, since you so clearly liked him, you must have been watching him all the time. You must have seen the miffed look on his face and noticed how he was furiously clicking his pencil for any lead.

Most people who didn't know him personally tended to steer clear of him for the most part. So needless to say, he was mildly surprised when small, quiet, you — tapped his desk with your little ink covered fingers.

You never spoke out much in class, and Katsuki only knew you as the voiceless girl who sat next to him in class and constantly kept at least one earbud in, drawing on your hands or doodling on the corner of your paper when the teacher was talking.

He figured it would be a miracle if you were even passing this class.

But when he turned to you with narrowed eyes, you held his gaze carefully, and held out a new pencil to him.

At first, he's less than pleased, ― Katsuki wasn't gonna just accept help from some random extra.

But you shook the pencil at him, urging him to take it, and he once again meets your eyes, ― long enough to realize that you had to be one of the prettiest girls he's ever met.

Brilliant, and mildly amused, your gaze held a sense of thinly veiled curiosity that peeked through the serene look on your face, the sun peeking out behind you cast small shadows down the curve of your cheeks from your eyelashes and, and ―

― and he had been staring for way to long.

Scowling, he snatched the pencil out of your grasp and turned to his assignment, pretending to read the instructions. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you curl over your own paper and get back to work.

For the rest of class, he stole small, fleeting glances at your focused form.

He decided that he absolutely hated the way your hair looked glossy and soft in the light filtering through the window. And the way you tapped your foot on the floor to the beat of whatever music you listened to, and the intricate designs you often drew on your hands, slightly smudged where your fingers held your own pencil.

The bell signaling the end of class snapped him out of his stupor and he angrily stood up, sending his chair back with the force and shoving papers in his bag.

He's half way down the hallway to his next class when he realizes he's still holding your pencil.

He stares down at it with a glare and considers throwing it in the trash for a second.

Your face pops in his head for a second, (rather rudely, and unnecessarily if he might add), and he grimaces before shoving it haphazardly somewhere behind him in his bag.

The next day, Bakugou stomps over to class, fully restocked with his own pencils.

He sits down in his usual seat and glances at you without thinking. You were reading the board at the front of the class, but you turned your head to him when you felt his gaze on you.

His slouching position immediately straightened at a backbreaking speed like a soldier at attention.

Instantly, he wanted to howitzer himself into the next dimension.

What was he so damn jumpy for??

He fixed you with a defensive glare, like his ears didn't feel so annoyingly hot, "What!? Hah? I don't need your stupid pencils today. " he bit out.

You squinted at him, and his annoyance only heightened when he noticed the way your lips twitched upwards in amusement.

Did you think he was fucking funny or something?

"Ah, ― ok." You replied.

He twitched in his seat as he watched you turn your attention away from him and to something on your phone.

That was it?

That was fucking it?

He accepts your help one time and suddenly you can't spare him more than a fucking two word reply?

A voice in the back of his head tells him that he's never cared before exactly how many words a girl says to him, and he promptly tells said voice to shut the fuck up.

He glowers for the rest of class and makes it a point to not even glance in your general direction.

It works more or less to his favor, until he starts seeing you show up around him and everywhere outside of his class.

The moment he sees your eyes turn in his direction in the hallways, he swivels his head away so fast he nearly gets whiplash from the force.

Your outside after school waiting for a ride and he scowls when you don't even look up at him from your phone when he walks stiffly in front of you.

He catches you make icy hot crack a smile with some stupid joke in the lunch line and he almost combusts into a nuclear explosion on the spot when you ruffle his hair affectionately. How, and why the fuck were you acting so familiar with that damn candy-cane bastard?

The annoying voice in his head from earlier prompts him to go and place himself between the two of you, ― a physical divider, ― but he immediately brushes it off again. He chastises himself for even allowing such ridiculous thoughts enter his head over a useless extra like you.

Unfortunately, Katsuki in time comes to find that you’re not as useless as you seem.

As raccoon-eyes eventually manages to drag you into their tight knit group of friends, he begrudgingly realizes that there is much more to you than just ink covered fingers and pretty eyes.

Your one of the top students at the school. Picking up things easily, you don't pay much attention in school because you prefer to and work better doing things in your own time. You, however, make a horrible teacher, and any attempts to tutor his so called friends into shape, end in more jokes cracked than brains, and it's all too easy for you to dissolve into half giggles and smart remarks with them.

Your also, a little shit, he discovers, much to his chagrin.

"I still can't believe you go to bed at 8:30 like an old man."

The sly gleam of your eye when you join forces with his friends to tease him makes him want to slap his hands directly over your stupid eyes because he hates the way he's so automatically drawn to them.

And that stupid fucking twitch of your lips whenever he speaks to you. Like your trying to hold back a smile. Why the fuck do you do that. The fuck is wrong with you. Just smile like a normal person dammit.

So fucking distracting.

Especially when he began bringing you new, colorful pens for you to draw with for when yours ran out of ink. And the wipes he keeps stored in his bag for the teachers that kept threatening to email your parents if they saw you drawing on yourself during class.

God, you had to be the worst thing that's ever happened to him.

Which he swears is the only thought running through his head as he sits next to you at the library with his chin in his hands.

Definitely nothing having to do with the fading sun weaving through your hair in strands of gold, or the plush of your lips when you bite into them distractedly.

And your godamn eyes. Calm, sweet little almond eyes, so, ― pretty.

(Seriously, when the fuck did he start using words like "pretty").

It takes him a second to sense that said eyes were now focused on him. Unwavering and almost downright pleased in a way that made his hands clam up and saliva build up in his mouth.

"Hey Bakugou, you in there?" You ask cheekily.

He bites back a snarl, "Fuck off, tiny."

You raise your hands in mock surrender. "Ok, Ok, ― just making sure we didn't lose you into the void, you were looking pretty intense there."

"Shuddup I was just thinking."

"About me?"

"No, what the fuck?!" He yells, ignoring the librarian who sent him a stern look from her desk.

You snicker and he almost jolts out of his seat when you scoot your chair way too close to him.

You jostle his feet under the table and he kicked back impulsively. What he wasn't expecting, was for you to purposefully tangle your legs together, pulling yourself to the very edge of your seat.

Suddenly your face is right in front of his and he stiffens when you twist your fingers into the sleeve of his school uniform.

"Aw, you don't like me then?"

He absolutely hates the way he can hear the blood pumping into his ears.

"No, I fucking hate you. You're the worst."

"..."

"Oh."

Suddenly, you turn your eyes away from him and to your lap, lowering your eyebrows. Your lips fall into a deep pout that leaves him wanting to smush your cheeks together in his hands.

You look utterly crestfallen.

"That's kinda mean yunno." You say to him softly. "I really thought you liked me Bakugou."

He blinks at you in alarm.

He wasn't actually expecting you to take him seriously. You never do any other time. You knew there was hardly ever any real malice behind his words to his friends.

Right?

"It's ok if you don't, I understand. But, uh, I'm gonna go home now." You say quietly, without meeting his eyes.

Shit, ― he thought.

Did I, actually go too far?

You remove your fingers from his sleeve and make to grab your things to leave.

He panics, he couldn't let you go like this!

Frantically, he grabs your hand and pulls you close to him.

"The fuck are you talking about?! Are you that stupid?"

You look at him sullenly and try to pull away. He doesn't let go, but stands up to keep you pushed against the table.

Katsuki is reeling at the feeling of your skin under his, but tries to keep himself focused on the situation.

"Of course I fucking like you, dumbass." He nearly growls without looking at you face.

"I always buy you shit and make you food don't I? You think I'd spend my money and time on ya' if I didn't like you." Katsuki says simply.

"Thoughtcha' already knew you were my favorite." He mutters.

He looks up at you and freezes on the spot.

You have the most shit-eating look he's ever seen on your face and he later swears left and right to himself that he spots the slightest flush spreading across your cheeks.

You're goddamn eyes are once again so damn bright and he can barely process anything else with the way you're smiling at him.

"Bakugou,―i'm your favorite?!" You blurt out.

"I knew it! I can't believe I got you to admit it!!" You said horribly happily.

Katsuki stares at you in disbelief. Was that all a fucking act?

Your positively glowing now and Katsuki wants nothing more than to slap himself for falling for your stupid tricks again. How fucking dare you use your goddamn face against him like that. You were just playing with his feelings at this point.

He's about to tear his hand off your arm in a fit of anger when you pause you giggling and suddenly grab him by the collar of his uniform and bring his ear right next to your lips.

"Yunno, ― your my favorite too ok? Don't forget that." You whisper conspiratorially.

Your breath on his skin makes him nearly tremble, and he just knows that you can feel how hot his face his when you press your lips to his cheek in a chaste kiss before pulling away to grab your things and disappear just as quickly.

Katsuki is sure that he probably looks like he just got hit by a truck.

A dazed grin makes it's way onto his face that he desperately tries to hold back, but fails as his fingers brush the spot where your lips just were.

All at once the feeling fades when his eyes meet the absolutely delighted looks of his friends from across the library.

They make all sorts of kissy faces and obscene gestures that has his face looking the same color as his ruby eyes.

He scowls deeply and turns to make his way angrily out of the library.

As he passes a window, he pauses when he catches sight of your figure walking across the campus.

Ink-covered fingers pressed to your lips.

If there's one thing most people don't know about Bakugou's friends, it's just how perceptive they really are. Their normally aloof and carefree behavior seems to veil the fact that they are indeed future heroes and they have trained to be finely tuned to each others behavior.

So it didn't take long for them to notice a shift in the actions of their angry blonde buddy.

It took even less time to connect the dots to you.

And naturally, ― they began scheming.

Perhaps not scheming per say, ― as they watched Bakugou zone out in your direction for the nth time that day at the library, Mina smacked Denki over the head one day for using that word.

"We're not scheming anything Denks." she whispered.

"Then why are we whispering?" He muttered back, rubbing his head with a grimace.

She sighed deeply and massaged her temples.

"We just need a way to get him to realize that he's feeling an emotion outside of acute bloodlust and anger for once." she explained.

"So then what, do we like, plot an intervention or something?" Sero supplied.

Mina, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, with great effort, resisted the urge to send an acid quirk infused slap in his way.

Sensing this, Kirishima was quick to pipe in, "C'mon guys, nothing like that, Bakubro just need a little push in the right direction, is all."

Mina nodded in approval.

"Blasty's smart, he'll understand what needs to be done once he works out his feelings. Hopefully."

A mummer of understanding passed through most of the group.

Sitting up straight and cracking her knuckles, Mina whipped out a pen and piece of paper like a weapon, "Alright boys, don't worry, your girls got just the plan."

Kaminari made a face like he just struck gold.

"Ohhhh! Okay. So we're planning an intervention."

"For FUCKS SAKE―"

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#bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bnha x reader #bakugou #coffee's fics #mha x reader #x reader #katsuki x reader #mha #bnha #bnha fanfic #mina ashido #bnha katsuki x reader #bnha x fem!reader #katsuki bakugou #bnha imagines #kirishima

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xxlady-lunaxx · 29 days

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hiiiii, i was wondering if u could do a "hashira reaction to gn s'o cheating on them? idk if u do that type of stuff, if u don't just ignore. if you can't/ don't wanna do all, can you please include giyuu and kyojuro? i love your writing sm it hurts

lots of love, me <3

AWEHJIFSKJDF THANK YOU SM!<33 I’m glad you like my writing and yes, I can write that ^^ I don’t normal write char x reader—though I have done it be4—so, sorry if it’s a bit silly bc I’m accustomed to writing char x char It’ll just be Giyuu in this part, I’ll do the others separately since it’s easier on me, if that’s alright. I’ll put the links to the others on this part too, when I finish them tho! (iyw to stay anon that’s fine, but I could tag you in the others if you wanted it?) Also im writing this on my tablet so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes 😭 I write better on computer

Reaction to being cheated on by GN!Y/N

Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu never showed much emotion. It bothered you, in ways you never could bring yourself to word. The thing was, however, that you didn’t know how much longer you could bear it. You had fallen in love with him before, but didn’t find yourself drawn to him now. It had been like a mystery, trying to find out the depths of this man whom refused to show anything. He was caring of you, yes. He tended to your wounds, tried his best to make you meals, bought you gifts. But he lacked the show of physical affection. He kissed you from time to time, but you had to initiate it; you had to ask for it. He never gave you the attention you so desperately sought for. Not the kind you wanted, at least.

So you did the unthinkable. You found another man—someone who would treat you as you wished. With only a wisp of guilt in the back of your mind, you pressed your lips upon this other man, thoughts far from the Hashira.

This went on for about two weeks, only, until Giyuu found out. He was supposed to be gone on a mission for a bit, so you invited the man over to your house. Giyuu had the key in, but he was supposed to be gone, of course.

It began with food. Drinks, small talk. It grew heated from there: kissing grew to making out, and that went to the point your uniform was hanging loosely from your shoulders, and then—

And then the door opened.

You had been so caught up in whatever the hell was going on that you hadn’t heard the front door being unlocked. Presumably, Giyuu had assumed you’d had a friend over. Because shock registered through his entire expression upon opening the bedroom door and finding you under another man.

You. Giyuu’s partner, his lover. Splayed under some man he knew not.

For a moment, all that could be heard was yours and the man’s heavy breathing. Giyuu was stock-still, eyes wide, mouth ajar. Then he spoke. His voice, usually so calm and collected, came out shaky. Uncertain.

“Y/n…?” he asked quietly, taking a hesitant step forward.

The man scoot off of you, buttoning his uniform hastily and standing. “I should go…” he murmured. He tried making a dash out the door, ducking under Giyuu’s arm, but Giyuu was quicker, grabbing him by his collar and tossing him back into the room carelessly, gaze stuck on you.

“Y/n, what… What the hell?” he said, his voice rising slightly. You rarely heard him swear. Even if it was something as mild as ‘hell.’

You flinched as he moved closer, his steps as inaudible as ever.

“Why…?” His question trailed off, his eyes tracing your half-exposed body. You tugged your uniform back on self-consciously. Why had you done this?

You averted your eyes, not wanting to see his expression anymore. You had thought he wouldn’t care, in all honesty. Though it didn’t stop you from hiding it.

“What did I do wrong?” Giyuu mumbled. There was a trace of hurt in his voice and you felt a twinge of regret. It wasn’t just the humiliation of being discovered.

“I… You didn’t kiss me much or anything. You didn’t really hug me, or cuddle me, or… I don’t know. I’m sorry,” you whispered. You chanced a glance back at him.

Giyuu’s hair had fallen over his eyes, obscuring them from your view. His lips opened and closed wordlessly for a moment. Eventually, he seemed to find his voice. But he sounded cold now, the kind of voice he would use to give orders to Demon Slayers. Dismissive. The kind that meant the conversation was over. “I loved you, Y/n. Did you know that? I’m sorry for not giving you enough. I hope this… other man can give you what I failed to do,” he said quietly. He turned abruptly, ignoring your calls as he stalked out of the room.

You heard the front door slam shut. There was a moment of silence. The ‘other man’ glanced at you.

“Want to continue…?” he asked tentatively.

“Shut up. Go away,” you hissed.

He raised his hands in surrender as he stood, backing towards the doorway. “Alright… It was just a question.”

You waited as his footsteps faded into the distance. The door Giyuu had slammed clicked shut behind him. You dipped your head down, burying it in your hands. God, what had you done?

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i adore reading your analytical posts abt soc so much jts not even funny; stumbling upon your account was like a coming across a goldmine 🙏 ALSO I RLLY WANT TO ONOW ABT THE SHE TREATS US LJKE MARKS ESSAY IVE NEVER THOIGHT ABT THAT RLLY also i loved the mr crimson post anw im sorry i’ll shut up now

Thank you so much, I’m so glad you like them!!

This is the first time someone’s submitted a question so bare with me because if there’s any way to do this wrong I’ll probably manage it, but here are my thoughts on the red herrings :)

She’s treating us like marks - an analysis of Leigh Bardugo’s use of red herrings in Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom

*warning: CONSTANT SPOILERS AHEAD!*

I happen to be an absolute sucker for a good bit of foreshadowing, I think if it’s done well it’s one of the best literary techniques out there, so it’s something I always like to try and be on the look out for when I read. With books that I go back and reread, in this case many many times (seriously I’ve never specifically counted but I’m pretty sure I’m at over ten times each for the duology, it’s ridiculous), I like to find the things I didn’t realise were foreshadowing the first time round. When rereading six of crows and crooked kingdom, I realised that a lot of the things I expected to be foreshadowing didn’t actually come to fruition whilst other, seemingly less important, details were the actual foreshadowing. I LOVE IT! It’s genius, because it leaves the reader worrying about one thing so they’re too distracted to realise the groundwork is being laid for something else. But you know what that makes me think of? Kaz’s ideology of “What’s the easiest way to steal a man’s wallet? […] Tell him you’re going to steal his watch,” and “you have to let the mark feel like he’s won”. Leigh Bardugo literally cons us, and she tells us that she’s doing it in Crooked Kingdom when the group are certain that they know where Inej is being kept, but Kaz says “Too obvious. He’s treating us like marks”. GENIUS

So I compiled a few of my favourite examples (in no particular order), if you know of any I’ve missed please add more I would love to see them!!

The cannon at the Ice Court. When the Crows first arrive in Djerholm they see a cannon built into the the cliff face, a defence mechanism for the Court, and Kaz says what might be one of my favourite underrated lines of his: “I’ve broken into banks, warehouses, mansions, museums, vaults, a rare book library, and once the bedchamber of a visiting Kaelish diplomat whose wife had a passion for emeralds. But I’ve never had a cannon shot at me”. Jesper jokes that “there’s something to be said for novelty” but then continues to say that a cannon would be useless against a ship as small as theirs and that it’s designed for “invading armadas”. They don’t mention the cannon again, but it stuck in my mind when I first read it as a looming threat, a reminder that the danger wouldn’t end when they left the court. So when they arrived in the harbour was I expecting soldiers, or a heartrender, or for Nina to take parem? Nope, I was too busy worrying about the schooner being blown to pieces - especially when the Crows all have such specific painful and/or traumatic experiences linking to water, with 4 out of 6 of them being drowning related. But that isn’t to say that the waiting soldiers at the dock weren’t foreshadowed. All the way through Leigh Bardugo constantly reminds us that Matthias had never seen black protocol in action, and that his time in the prison sector had been brief, but she lulls us into a false sense of security by letting us believe that the secret bridge onto the White Island was all Matthias was hiding. We trust him by this point, so we don’t expect anything to be different to what he’s told us, even though this is an aspect he couldn’t possibly have predicted. Bonus points for the fact that Nina’s poor well-being in the aftermath of the drug is foreshadowed by a joke at the awful Inn they go to before the job; the food is disgusting and she says “when I don’t want to eat, you know there’s a problem”, and in Crooked Kingdom it’s many times emphasised that she’s unhealthily losing weight and her appetite has vastly decreased, with Matthias buying her chocolate biscuits “in the hopes she’d eat something”.

The poison pill. Leigh Bardugo worked very hard in Crooked Kingdom to make us think that Nina might die. We went into that book knowing there was a strong possibility that she wouldn’t come out the other side; we knew very little about how she was coping with parem withdrawal at the end of soc, but we had seen around a minimum of five grisha being destroyed by the drug so far. (That’s a guess I haven’t actually counted). So we went in with the idea that she was already in a precarious situation, and even though we begin to see her regain herself she struggles throughout the novel both physically and mentally in the aftermath of the drug. Matthias begins to dream of being lost on the ice in the worst storms known to Fjerda, knowing that she was out there somewhere and that he could not reach her. This sounds like it’s foreshadowing her death. Then when the pair go to the Ravkan embassy, Tamar gives Nina a small yellow pill that Genya made; she explains that it kills instantly and painlessly, saying “we all have them” to make sure they cannot be drugged and enslaved by the Shu government, who are hunting for grisha with the Khergud at the time. Matthias is terrified by this, but Nina just slips it into her pocket without a second thought. At that moment I thought that Nina would almost take the pill only to be stopped by someone else, because it felt too obvious that it would kill her, but I did wonder if the Khergud would be the ones to stop her and so she would still be lost. But the pill never gets mentioned again, except when the Dime Lions come for Nina at Sweet Reef and she briefly remembers that it’s still in her pocket. Then never again. And Matthias’ dreams were, of course, actually foreshadowing the FESTIVAL OF PAIN AND TORTURE that is chapter 40.

Mr Crimson. I’m so glad you like my Mr Crimson idea! Basically I posted saying I think that he represents death in the novels and I’ve also talked before about how I think the Komedie Brute costumes that the characters usually adopt are representative of their character; Kaz the Madman, Nina the Lost Bride, Inej and Wylan the Grey Imp, and Jesper and Matthias Mr Crimson. I won’t go into detail about all of them but if you’re interested the post is on my page, but with the idea that Mr Crimson represents death it’s very important to me that, although all of them wear his cloak at least once, he is the only Komedie Brute character taken on by Jesper and Matthias (at least to my recollection, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong). So of course I would argue that Matthias taking on the image in Crooked Kingdom foreshadows his death, but in that case what does Jesper’s represent? I came up with two options but I actually think you could combine them into one: it’s a red herring to make us align him with the literal death of Matthias, whilst actually foreshadowing the metaphorical death that his addiction and mental well-being are driving him towards as he tries desperately to stop them - in his own words to Colm “I’m dying anyway, Da, I’m just doing it slow”

Oh god sorry that this is yet another long post I hope y’all enjoyed this enough for it to be worth the time it takes for you to read all my ramblings 😭

Tagging people who asked for this one in the replies to my essay titles post - @the-magnificunt @flerkenkiddingme @luridorangeandviolentviolet @snowblack-charcoalwhite

#grishaverse #leigh bardugo #six of crows #crooked kingdom #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #nina zenik #jesper fahey #matthias helvar #wylan van eck #kanej #wesper #helnik #overanalysis #books #book #essay

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im so im so. obsessed with jason but specifically what other people think of him

reyna oh my beloved reyna <333 she knew him the best of everyone and then he disappeared, came back brand new? new friends, new girl, new person, and shes glad he's happy but where did HER jason go ? the one she trained with, spent years getting close with, spending all her time with? he was taken from her, and as happy as she is for the new jason he can never fill her heart the same

piper my lovely was basically coerced into a relationship built on false narratives with him, and she broke up bc that wasnt right !! what were they now? ofc, they were friends, but the tension of fake memories and fading feelings was still effective. it was so hard to talk to him but she wanted it to be easy again like in her fake memories

leo (this is valgraced bc im a valgrace truther ok?) hated him but loved him as a friend and more. jason was what leo wanted to be; respected, smart, listened to, not seeming like a burden. he wanted that so bad, which made him want jason, too. stuck between do i want my best friends boy or do i want to kill him and take his place? he was soo jealous but guilty of the jealousy bc it wasnt like it was jasons fault the way ppl treated the two differently. and jason was the same to leo, he wanted leos humor and be able to make a room laugh instead of having them glare at him for being to stern, even tho thats what he had been taught to do. they found a unique bond with each other by wanting aspects of each other while liking the parts they didnt want to be

cohort5/new rome [bar hazel and frank] etc looked up to him so much. he was their role model, their leader, their voice of reason, the person to turn to, THE guy. they basically idolized and dehumanized him to nothing but the boy who was raised to lead them, especially bc he was the son of jupiter. the first in so long, ofc he was important and special, why treat him like normal ?

percy ,,, he respected jason eventually. they clashed but they learned how to work through the clashing and fight alongside each other instead of against each other. they had similar yet dif personalities, percy fighting to be listened to while jason had been forced to speak. both leaders, respected, treated like leaders but in dif ways bc of the way their social groups functioned. they both wanted what each other had; percy wanted the stability of new rome, knowing he'd have people that would come back alive every summer. jason wanted the close bonds of camp halfblood without being put into a heavy spotlight

thalia loved him. he was her younger brother, how could she not? she pitied him, tho, from the way he lived in new rome. she knew the life well, being thrown into the spotlight and everything bc she herself was a daughter of zeus (like how chiron and camp treated her, esp if u compare it with how they treated percy after she came back) and hoped he would find a place better. her arms were always open for him but she had another life she wanted to live, too

octavian. pure hatred and jealousy. jason was everything he wanted. he was in leader positions, respected, listened to. octavian thought of him similarly to leo, but without the good bond. he despised jason because he wanted everything jason got just for being born from jupiter. it was unfair, and octavian decided to take advantage when jason disappeared. he wouldnt have another chance to take the spots that belonged to him

nico grew fond of him. he couldnt not have, esp after how jason treated him after the cupid incident. immediately showing his trust, backing him up, etc etc, it was finally someone nico could trust and talk to after years of running from camp and monsters and guilt of dead sisters and tense/awkward friend?ship with his very happily taken crush. nico found someone he could depend on, even if he didnt want to

beryl damn. she had some love for him. deep down, she knew she did, he was her son. but she couldnt focus on him, she had her life to take. her downfall started with thalia and zeus, jason made it worse. even if he was her son, the little love she had for him was so hard to find. too hard to even try. so, she left him, maybe hoping for a better life for him, or wanting to get rid of him. she knew both reasons were true

hedge isnt too talked about in general but he loved jason okay. the son he never had, before chuck. he was him and leos and pipers protector, and he would lay down his life for any of the three. they were his children, even if he no longer talks to them, theyll hold the spot in his heart

hazel and frank and annabeth had similar thoughts about jason. none were really close; hazel and frank looked up to jason like the rest of new rome, but could see him as a person because they actually talked to him. they thought positively about jason, he was friends with all three. even if they werent as close as tlh trio, they still liked jason. how could you not, after a war stuck with them? they think of jason like one does with a friend who used to be close, but grew apart simply because of time. they like him, but theyre not close

hera oh !! he was her son. he was her champion. he was hers, even if he was caused by the reoccuring infidelity of her husband. he was her champion and she loved him like a son. she had a genuine bond with him, one thats hard to form with a god and mortal/demigod. she was the better beryl, and him the better heracles

lesterpollo. he thinks of jason so. much. i firmly believe jason was a big big big part in lester changing, i mean, watching someone know they were going to die and WILLINGLY go into the situation? he had nothing but respect and admiration towards jason. jason was like a mentor to him, showing and reminding him of the right thing to do

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*Addendum: Fading Letters AU pt. 2: White Lily

I'm a FOOL.

Apparently I've lost all sense of time because I've been gone for a YEAR AND FIVE MONTHS. What the heck. Right. My rendition of Swap!Lily, everyone. It would've been out sooner, but I cannot draw backgrounds for the life of me. This had me stumped for a good long while until I just decided "fuck it we ball", and here we are now. I'm just glad it's out so I don't have to worry about her anymore.

Now unlike PV, I thought White Lily didn't need any updates to her look in the AU. I thought she was pretty set and done, but I reserve the right to change my mind in the future. Her design is pretty simple; it's the blind healer outfit but more so tailored to White Lily. Her staff is bound shut, she's cloaked and wearing rags, and most notably, her eyes aren't visible. She's hiding her identity out of shame, in search of something precious to her.

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Quick Rundown: White Lily is stuck in Beast Yeast after falling ill, so Pure Vanilla went in her place at her request. (For more information, click https://www.tumblr.com/tinycheesecakedetective/744518672544071680/im-baaaack-i-mean-i-made-one-post-about) .

After PV became this universe's Dark Enchantress, the other half of him was sent to the Fairy Kingdom. Meaning unlike Canon PV, White Lily found out VERY quickly about what happened to him(or what she thinks happened, all she knows is that he's dead), and she takes the news horribly. She immediately blames herself for what happened and ended up grief stricken over the entire thing, so much so that she hallucinates him calling out to her. Elder Faerie tried her best to console her afterwards, and told her it would be possible to bring him back. She swears she'll do everything in her power to bring him back, but the Dark Flour War starts and she has to head back to Crispia. During the fighting, White Lily debates telling the others about what happened to Pure Vanilla, but she doesn't get to when she sees what looks like PV. She thinks it's really him, but then upon closer inspection she realizes something's not right. In reality, the real PV is wreaking havoc across Earthbread as this universe's DE, and no one knows it. The final battle is upon them, and PV has them against the ropes, their soul jams in his grasp. In a last ditch effort, White Lily attacks full force with dark moon magic and is able to stop him. She realizes who he really is, and while she's shocked, WL instead shows determination. She's part of the reason why he is the way he is, but she wants to set things right.

After the war, WL spent some of her time in Beast Yeast in order to understand how to bring back PV. With Elder Faerie's help, she returned to Crispia in search of the soul gem shards. She becomes a nomad, wandering around the world and only stopping for breaks. Along the way, she meets several cookies and makes a new friend. Her journey comes to a halt, however, when a group of travelers also finds one of the shards in their own quest.

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Got all that? Great, here are a few head canons! White Lily's the one that bound her staff shut. From time to time, she visits the Vanilla Kingdom and gives a small tribute to PV. WL also keeps in touch with Elder Faerie through white butterflies he sends, and he gives her advice and motivation. Sometimes she makes small resting areas, and whenever she packs up a lily is there in it's place.

And that's it for now! If you have any questions or suggestions, feel free to ask. Y'all have a good evening!

#crk au #cookie run au #crk art #crk #cookie run kingdom #cookie run fanart #white lily cookie #white lily crk #fadinglettersau

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false idols - ch. 2

lucifer x f!reader

cw: slow burn, drug + alcohol usage, lowkey enemies to lovers, more to be added

wc: 2.3k

a/n: rip charlie you wouldve loved taylor swift, lululemon, and stanley cups. charlie would love the clean girl aesthetic. (btw, i get a lot of my inspo from taylor swift and phoebe bridgers i love them so much) I REALLY HATE THIS CHAPTER NEXT ONE WILL BE BETTER TRUST ME. im winging this whole story

thinking about making a playlist for this fic. anyway heres the song i been listening to on repeat while writing this: the albatross - taylor swift (the tortured poets department - the anthology)

“Why didn’t you tell me you were famous?! That is so cool!!!” Charlie bursts in your room, startling you so much that you almost fall off your bed. It was after dinner, and you had announced to the group you were turning in for the night. You were in the middle of watching hell’s equivalent to trashy reality TV, and it was pretty entertaining.

“Sorry for scaring you, I’m just really excited at the news!”

“Who told you?” You ask, but you already have an idea. And when she replies with Angel’s name, you internally high-five yourself for guessing correctly. You adjust yourself to sit upright at the edge of the bed to face Charlie. “I figured. I was just answering his questions while having a drink with him and Husk at the bar.”

You can see Charlie practically vibrating in excitement at this new revelation. “What kind of songs did you sing? What genre? How many fans did you have? Did-” Charlie is abruptly interrupted by you.

“One question at a time, girl!” You give a light chuckle at Charlie’s embarrassment, a light pink flush decorating her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, you’d think as the princess of hell I’d be accustomed to people with status, but it’s different! The ones I know are just old, stuck-up royals. I’ve never met a famous singer before.” Charlie giddily explains, hands clasped together.

“It’s fine. I’ve seen way worse reactions when people meet me. I used to be a popstar. I’d say I was…” you didn’t want to seem like an asshole bragging about how many fans you had, “decently famous. Of course, there are always people who had to catastrophize the things I did, so, my career did have its fair share of scandals.” You make the assumption that she would also like to know how you died, so you tell her. “Now I’m here because I got poisoned at a party.”

You still think your death was not how it should’ve been. But you can’t do anything to change it now. Young starlets died all the time. You weren’t special. Honestly, you thought you’d be a bit sadder about dying. But with death came an escape from the chains of your previous life, and for that you are grateful.

An exasperated expression paints her face as you nonchalantly let her know how you wound up in hell. “That’s a horrible way to go, I’m sorry you went through that. At least you’re here now!”

You sigh. “It’s alright. I was being stupid, kinda deserved it. It’s whatever now. I’m glad you guys were the first people I found. I don’t wanna imagine what could have happened to me if I stayed out in the streets. Thank you, Charlie, seriously.”

“I just want to help my people. It’s no big deal.”

You smile at that. Charlie, the ever-saintly hellborn.

She sparks up. “I know it's your first day, and I’m not sure how much the others have told you, but sometimes, especially powerful sinners gain powers relating to how they lived or died. I figured since you were quite reputable on earth, you’d have powers that coincided with your singing, kind of like my mom. We don’t have to test that out right now, but I was just letting you know!”

Woah. “Really? Hmm, I might test it out later.” A part of you hopes that you do indeed have powers. Maybe you could scream at supersonic levels and make people’s ears explode.

“Okay, next question! Do you think… how do I word this… do you think some of your fans are down here?” Huh. You actually never considered that. Your career spans from your late teens to 27 years old (since that’s the age you died at). There’s no way some fans haven’t died throughout that span. You ponder her question for a second.

“More than likely. I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Charlie’s eyes light up. You can already tell she has something planned. “I have the most fantastic idea ever involving you but I don’t want to push you out of your comfort zone this early into your stay here, but what if we orchestrated a mini-concert, with you singing of course! Sinners and your fans that are down here can come enjoy your music and learn about the hotel, maybe they’ll take a chance on redemption!”

You gotta hand it to Charlie: she really wants to help sinners. Her explanation earlier was evidence enough, but her pure dedication is admirable. As for you, you’re not sure redemption is possible, as there hasn’t been proof of it. You’re not even sure if you want to go to heaven. For now, you’ll help Charlie with her dream while trying to figure out what you want. It’s the least you could do, as she is letting you basically free-load off of her.

Her idea didn’t really deter you, anyway. You performed at packed stadiums plenty of times, a simple concert isn’t that bad. A tiny part of you is excited to visit the echoes of your former glory. Is that selfish, to want to restore what once was?

“That sounds cool. I’m down. But, uhhh, where and how will we make that happen?” The logistics of the situation hit you mid-agreement. Seriously, how?

Charlie laughs, “I’ll ask my dad, Lucifer. He can basically make anything at the snap of his fingers. Ooh, by the way, I’m going to call him up tomorrow. He may or may not swing by and visit.”

You stand up immediately at that. “Lucifer?! Like the Devil from the Bible!??!” Why did it not hit you till now? You figured her dad was some king or whatever, but you didn’t expect her dad to be THE king of hell. The church raised you on the scariest iterations of Lucifer, so you only expect the worst. What if he incinerates you for looking at him wrong?!

She chuckles at your reaction. “He is nothing like what humans are taught. He’s a real sweet guy, albeit a little… distant. I promise, he won’t kill you a second time, unless you do something really bad. But I doubt you will!”

Her assuring words offer some comfort to your original antsiness. Still, it’ll be your second day tomorrow and you’re already (possibly) meeting the king of hell. “That’s … refreshing to know.”

“It’ll be alright.” Charlie reassures you, assuring herself as well in the process. “Anyway, I’ll leave you alone for the night. Vaggie and I’s suite is just down the hall, knock if you need anything.” She back steps towards the door, swinging it open. “Goodnight!” she says before closing your door. You repeat the pleasantry. The door clicks, signaling its closure.

Sleep came quite quickly after the talk with Charlie. But before slumber pulled you under, you did some introspection while staring at the blank ceiling above you. This time of the day is when you surrender yourself to your worst thoughts.

You thought of this while dying, but now its persistence has fully enraptured your attention. You can’t help but think of the world you left behind. Did they find your body yet? You can see the tabloids now: “Global Popstar Phenomenon Found Dead from Laced Drink at Trashy Party Bathroom”. What a joke.

Even now, you are nitpicking yourself to atoms as you realize you’re thinking about what the world thinks of you instead of worrying about the few real people who cared for you.

You can count on one hand how many people carried genuine sympathy for you. Two friends from your childhood, but even that’s pushing it because you haven’t been keeping up with them. You’d count your ex, but that was before. So… who was left to mourn you?

These self-deprecating thoughts came to you in familiarity. It is known that celebrities are extremely unhappy and you were no exception.

In life, perfection was always a concept you tried to reach. You knew you couldn’t do it, but you tried to get as close as possible to it. It didn’t help that your management team was also ensuring you were at your best at all times. With practice and rehearsals for concerts leaving you overly exhausted and bruised, to taking hours in the dressing room, trying on different outfits and makeup styles to see what fits best, you don’t know how you’ve survived that long under those conditions. The team will be very relieved to find out they don’t have to manage a prima donna anymore if they didn’t know you were dead already. And this thought made you feel awful. God damn, why is it every thought trails back to you feeling bad about yourself?

You push these demeaning voices aside as you close your eyes.

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You wake up to the sound of rustling coming from your closet. Still, your morning grogginess lingers. Rubbing your eyes while sitting up, you try to focus your vision on the movement coming from the closet.

Hearing you move instantly had Charlie shooting her head out of the closet. “Oh My Gosh I am SOOOO sorry for waking you up. But I forgot to give you a wardrobe, so I woke up super early to go get some outfits for you! And I may or may not have been listening to your music catalog while out in town…”

You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at her, she was just so adorable. Her unlimited kindness is fascinating to you. “It’s okay, Charlie. This is about the time I wake up anyway. But you were listening to my music? I didn’t know hell had access to earthly media.”

She stands up, straightening out her clothes as she explains, “We don’t! But you know, after tinkering around and doing some searches, I found a website that uploads music from earth! How they manage that, I’m not sure. But it’s there! It seemed like your entire catalog was there, so I listened! I’ve been listening since last night before Vaggie told me to go to sleep. You’re such a great songwriter and singer!”

You were used to compliments up on earth. Oftentimes, they were said under false pretenses and malicious reasons. But for some reason, it feels more personal now. Maybe it was the genuine look and obvious sincerity in her tone, but it was different than usual. Blood rushes to your cheeks as you stammer out a mousy ‘thank you’.

“Oh! By the way, Vaggie’s almost done with breakfast. So, get ready!”

It’s after breakfast, and you sit on the couch with Angel Dust, watching Charlie pace back and forth.

“Babe, just call him. You won’t know his answer unless you talk,” Vaggie says, trying to console her girlfriend. Charlie takes a deep breath.

“Okay, you’re right. I am calling my dad.” And so she did.

You felt bad for her, seeing as her responses and facial expressions were evident of her emotions. It was clear her and her father don’t have the closest relationship, with her grimacing face making an appearance continually throughout the call. After a minute of awkwardness, she ends the call, turning to the group who were now seated on the couch.

“Okay sooooooooooo my dad’s going to be here in an hour.”

Angel and Niffty seem excited at the news.

“I’ve always wanted to meet the big dick in charge.”

“The ultimate bad boy!”

Vaggie pretends like she didn’t hear that. She takes charge as she gives out orders to the residents. “Alright, Lucifer’s going to be here in an hour. Let’s get this hotel presentable.”

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Lucifer continues to stare at the portrait, even after the call ends. The frozen glimpse of the family haunts him. He can feel an isolating cold run through his body as he stares into the eyes of both his daughter and … ex-wife. Charlie, standing there, shyly smiling, but with wide bright eyes. And Lilith, the former Queen of Hell, emulates prestige and elegance like no other. Even framed, her beauty was radiant. A looming aura of gloom and despair was ever present within the king.

Some days, Lucifer thinks he’s finally over it and that he’s ready to face everyone after years of cowardice. But one glance back at the stagnant memory and into the hypnotizing gaze of his first love, he crumbles apart again, just as he did when he first saw her in Eden.

It is unfathomable to him that after being condemned to damnation for eternity, raising hell from the ground up, and creating a child together that she would leave it all behind. 7 years has not changed his questions for her disappearance. He knew it was getting rocky after Charlie was born. Even with Lilith constantly taking Charlie away from Lucifer and arguments over the governance of Hell, he never thought she’d leave after over 10,000 years of marriage.

To be quite honest, Lucifer is tired of Lilith haunting him. Echoes of her presence still linger in the palace and her phantoms breach the darkest corners of his psyche. It’s like she’s tormenting him with memories of her and their love. He wishes he could get over it that quickly, but being together since the fall of humanity has instilled its lasting legacy on him. Lucifer does not want to be a doddering fool who keeps wistfully yearning for the woman he loves, but he can’t help but play the role. He obviously still loves her dearly, but he knows what they had has long been buried by time.

This phone call with Charlie has granted him a chance to make up for the past few years of distance, isolation, and hurt he has bestowed upon his own daughter.

“I’m trying my best, dearest.” His fingers trace Lilith’s enigmatic figure in the portrait.

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#false idols lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x reader

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dead-dove-yandere · 2 months

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Seeing your content in my feed always makes my day🥺🥺 but im a huge softie teenager in love curling my toes while rolling in bed squealing like a child for Cayce, which is ironic cuz her character as a whole is

Violent 😓😍 so i was hoping to get juicy content for her cuz I've been thinking about Cayce and her development with reader? Like lowkey student president darling that always pays attention to her in an aloof manner (i can't express it but basically, nonchalant?) Or is just paying attention to her in general but like what does she feel when darling pays attention to her the same with the others? Does she start to harass the other students instead?? Or does she directly assaults darling-

Awwe, thank you!! I’m so glad you like my writing, and Cayce! I think she’s more likely to harass the other students if they were getting attention because she might find it easier to scare them off, especially since she’s already known as a mean girl. I hope this is okay!!

You looked sternly at her bloodied knuckles as she sat with her arms crossed, refusing to look at you. You sighed, looking at the fresh yellow detention slip that was crumpled sticking out of her pocket.

“Cayce,” you say, but she turned her nose up at you.

“What?”

“You realise that you’ve set back all the work I did with Stacy to the very beginning, right? I’d almost got her on track, but if you’re getting her involved in fights, then she’s just going to go back to how she was.” Cayce turned her head and looked in the other direction, huffing. She shrugged, looked at you, then shrugged again, as if floundering for an explanation.

“Why did you fight her?”

“‘Cause she’s a fucking slag,” Cayce answered. “She’d rut against anything that moved.” Normally you’d have scolded her, but you just sighed, rubbing your eyes.

“That’s a horrible thing to say.”

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?” She said, rummaging through her bag and pulling out some gum to chew. You shook your head, too tired to tell her to spit it out.

“Cayce, you have to understand there’s a cycle here, surely?” You asked her, pleading with her to understand. “I try and help these students get on track, you get mad and beat them up, then you get put in detention. You hate detention so then you get angry and go and take it out on the other students I’m working with. You must see that you’re doing this to yourself, right?” Cayce frowned, glaring at you as she chewed her gum.

“The real cycle is that they all think if they break a few rules they can get special treatment from you and get your attention, and you let them like a mug,” she said.

“And you’d know, would you?” You asked. Cayce glowered, pausing chewing her gum, before leaning forward, baring her teeth at you.

“You think you fucking know it all, don’t you?” You didn’t flinch, waiting for her to back up as you stared at her blankly. She slouched in her chair with another huff.

“Now we’re both stuck here Cayce. You because you can’t seem to stop this weird obsession with fighting randomers and me because I have to look after you in detention while the teachers clean up the bloodied face you gave Stacy.”

“Like you wouldn’t have been staying behind after school anyway to do something lame,” she moaned.

“I want to go home, Cayce.” Her brow furrowed more and she clenched her jaw before standing up.

“Where are you going?” You ask, startled. She shrugged.

“Home.”

“You realise you’re going to get suspended if you skip detention, right?”

“Well I thought you didn’t want to babysit me anyway,” she said, stomping to the door. She paused, then turned back to you. “And the next time I see that slag trying to get something out of you, I’ll kick her head in ten times worse.” Cayce stormed out, dashing down the hallway and out of your sight. You sighed - it was remarkable how much Cayce had actually mellowed out since you met her.

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#yancore #yandere #yandere blog #yandere fic #yandere imagines #yandere x darling #yandere drabble #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #female yandere x darling #female yandere oc x reader #female yandere oc #female yandere #yandere female #Ask #Story #Cayce #shes like if tracy beaker had an even more violent disposition

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hdra77 · 4 months

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Ok since this blog is kinda getting alot of attention i'll just make a pinned post about a little bit of myself

Heyy! i'm Soren!

He/Him

You can call me zarou or dra

I am bilingual but im more comfortable speaking in english (still bad at it actually)

i really like cybercore,webcore,warcore aesthetic it may not look like it right now but expect a whole bunch of techcore designs soon

Oh and i am also a huge fan of astronomy,space and all of that sort. Along with post apocalyptic settings,body horror elements and eldritch beings.

Using my art as PFPs/Banners is okay! As long as you give proper credit! But reuploading my works without my permission or claiming them as your own is NOT okay. I will find you and i will hunt you down and turn you into a helpless flopping fish gasping for air.

Inspirations is ok too!! But please do not directly copy from the original work.

!! DISCLAIMER !! Btw please read this before following my blog!! There would be gore,body horror,dark themes and even some suggestive themes Sometimes but overall i do not post any explicit nsfw here !! (they can be filtered through tags but just putting this here as a heads up)

my DNI are basically the general DNI: proshippers,homophobes,etc. you know, the general

my interest varies but i currently hyperfixtate on these fandoms so far:

Rainworld

Marikinonline4

Animator vs Animation/Animation vs Minecraft

Warrior cats

My dms here are also open so feel free to send me a message! (No weird dms or you get instant block)

Im busy and i dont check discord as frequently but i would be happy to talk to you! I would also be glad to make friends im not intimidating i promise i dont bite totally-

My ask box are always open! Ask me anything basically, my aus, ocs, pretty much anything. You can also send some requests but they will take a gajillion years to finish but i promise ill get them done soon!

My socials:

Twitter - HINDRANCE77 (!! page contains some suggestive themes !!) Youtube - HINDRANCE77 Tumblr - hdra77 (you are literally here right now)

My tags:

#hdra7shitposts - yes, shitposts

#fishdoesart - all my art comes here

#fishdoesdoodles - random doodles and some occasional shitposting, mostly on ms paint

#fishdoesrequests - all my art requests comes here, so far this is where you find my ship requests (still open for now btw)

#wips - wips

#fishbites.txt - ramblings

#othersart - gifts/fanarts! Sometimes some reblogs

#asks - all of my responses comes here

My other blogs:

@nyaworld-askblog - for the nyaworld au! this blog is story driven but asks for specific characters are always welcome!

@fallowclans-unruly-demise - for a warrior cats clangen blog, still stuck in hiatus void

My Rainworld AU tags:

#rw voided au - simple AU about iterators called voideds who drains void fluids out of other iterators, theres also some rot infection going on too

#rw disarray au/SYSTEM FAILURE - a virus in Lttm's code had created a fatal error in her system which caused her to slowly spiral into insanity as she would slowly loosen her grip onto reality, claiming that she had found the solution to their problem..but was it really the answer all along?

#rw nyaworld au - joke au about the entire rainworld cast taking place in the 2000's this one is purely just for nostalgia purposes #into the sigverse - technically considered an au. this is just a silly little askblog about different versions of NSH interacting because for some reason they can now magically interact with different alternate universe versions of themselves. ocs being used to interact is allowed to!! anyone can use this tag however they please you don't have to send me asks to be a part of the sigverse

My Rainworld Oc tags: #Sector7c - official oc local group tag!

#7c dystopian arbitrary

#7c golden life

#rw ocs #ocs

-- still WIP --

#i finally introduced myself #i should also change my page aesthetic soon #its been really outdated and i never planned on changing it LMAO #also have i mentioned im also really good with procrastinating

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blood-grove · 1 month

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HOLY HELL? JEEZ GUYS I just saw all the notifs im glad you guys like the second part! <3 i wanted to drop some personally headcanons for the au

also if your seeing this my fic is here ! its about retired dads!soapghost and there newly adopted gn!reader

->Soap is hard of hearing! Being a demolitions expert was gonna catch up with him eventually. He used to try and hide it and avoid it altogether but nowadays he's a bit more open about too close family.

His siblings lighthearted tease him about it now since he's comfortable. It isn't totally hearing loss in his ear but its enough to need a hearing aid.

-> Ghost has a bit of a limp in his step now, There not that old but of course after years of fighting something was bound to give ad it did he broke his leg a few months into retirement while working on the roof that he of so stubbornly said he'd fix.

He wasn't comfortable with some stranger visiting there home and or multiple strangers coming to there home he felt like he could do it.

While he could admittedly despite it all he picked up a bit of interest in home fixing mainly the basics he learned even more as they came close to their retirement.

He wanted to be self-sufficient and wanted to be Johnnys' helpful husband.

But he had to fuck it up, Now that he's healed his leg gives him issues here and there but on some days he can get around just fine on others especially during the rain his joints act up.

-> Soap and Ghost have been happily married for 2 years now! Do you know who proposed first? Ghost!. He totally didn't want to pass out and throw up at the same time as he got one shaky knee and palms sweaty as he barely managed to make his words heard under his mask. Soap nearly barreled him down with how much of a mix of emotions he was trying to process as he said 'Yes'.

Ghost had been nervous through the weeks leading up to it, Asking Soap's Mother for her permission, Finding the perfect spot to pop the question.

There wedding was small stuck to Soap's immediate family even so it was pretty big (saving 2 chairs empty) , Of course they invited the rest of the 141 Laswell included inviting them months ahead.

They were able to stay for a while got caught up with each, drank, and just had fun. Simon had never felt so care free.

-> Simon and John of course went through a lot of therapy after retirement, Both of them having their own lucky little bottles of medicine in their shared bathroom. They had thought about adopting or having a kid through surogate.

They decided on adoption because it'd be cheaper plus they weren't sure if they were up to taking care of an infant, They went with adopting a pre-teen just around the age that they wouldn't do something like stick there finger or forks in outlets or burn themselves on the stove.

Soap still put outlet caps on them though.

-> Simon was nervous to be a parent he was just down right terrified that you would dislike him, think hes weird , or worse be afraid of him.

He's not a all a short or slender guy and that hasn't changed after retirement. His resting bitch face and his mask he'd traded his balaclava with a year back. He was sure he didn't look friendly to approach (which he appreciates sometimes) He wanted to look approachable to you.

But it seemed all that worrying was for nothing the first time you both met you asked about Riley albeit hesitantly, He guessed Soap told you about her.

He was open to talking bout her and you were open to listening.

(dsjvahhdadskaj sorry if there ooc </3)

#call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon #simon riley #dad john mactavish #dad john soap mactavish #dad simon riley #soap #soapghost #headcanons #drabble #:3 #gn #gn reader #child reader

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