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peterman-spideyparker · 4 months

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Labels (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hi! So, I've kinda put myself on a writing hiatus for a while and, in turn, have limited my time on Tumblr as of late. I was/still kind of am feeling uninspired in terms of writing and ideas, but this one came easily, and it needed to be written and shared before the excitement left me. I still have a million other stories and ideas I want to get going on, but for now, I hope you enjoy this one. :)

Summary: One evening when Matt tries to surprise you with a home cooked dinner date, he's stunned by something you've done for him.

Warnings: Sweet adorable fluff. No use of (Y/N), but it does refer to the reader being feminine/female-identifying

Other Characters: Karen Page

Word Count: 1,158

“Hello?” you say over the phone, very clearly distracted by whatever is in front of you.

“Hi, angel,” Matt smiles, feeling a weight off of his shoulders when he finally hears your voice when you pick up your desk phone.

“Matt.” The way you say his name lights him up inside. It’s alway so warm, so inviting, so smooth—like when butter spreads perfectly even on a piece of toast. The gentleness of each consonant and vowel that escapes your lips never fails to chip away and brush off the stress of whatever is weighing him down; from his day job to his nightly activities, you—every last bit of you, is his solace.

“I was half afraid that I’d get your answering machine,” he breathes as he leans back in his chair, listening to how you move the receiver from one ear to the other.

“I’m sorry, Matt. Today has just been hectic. Meetings, email approvals, we rearranged some furniture because no one was responding to emails—.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to apologize.”

“I do if it means I worried you. I mean, I must have missed calls and texts on my cell from you if you resorted to my landline.”

“No, not worried. I was just curious if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight. Maybe try that new Italian place that opened up a few blocks from your apartment.”

“I didn’t know there was a new restaurant opening.”

“Yeah,” he lies. “It’s a small place. Intimate, nice.”

“Well, I don’t know how I could say no to that. It sounds like the perfect thing to make me forget today.”

“Take deep breaths, sweetheart. You’ll get through it. I’m here for you.”

“I know,” you breathe. “Listen, I need to get back to work, but I’ll see you tonight.”

“I’ll pick you up at six.”

“Perfect. I love you, Matt.”

“Love you, too.”

You exchange soft goodbyes before hanging up the phone, Matt sliding his cell back into the pocket of his slacks.

“Hey, Karen?” he calls out.

“Yeah?” she responds, sounding as if she’s lost in thought with whatever is at hand.

“What time is it?”

She pauses. “Almost 2:30.”

“You think that you and Foggy will be okay for the rest of the day?”

“I think so.”

“Great,” he says with a smile, standing up and putting on the suit jacket that was hanging on the back of his chair. “I’m heading out. I need to get some groceries to surprise my girlfriend.”

Matt undoes the last of your door’s locks as the bag of groceries rests on his hips, relieved when the heavy piece of wood starts to swing open. For as frustrating as your day was, Matt secretly hopes that you won’t come home early and catch him in the middle of his surprise; it took him a lot longer to get everything he needed at the store, throwing off his timing. He’d be lucky if he got everything plated by the time you got home. Matt lets out a deep breath as he places the bag of groceries on the counter and takes his glasses off, centering himself to focus on the plan and not let his race against the clock shake him too much. After hanging his jacket on the hooks by the door, he rolls up his sleeves and throws his tie over his shoulder before taking out his phone, tapping at the screen until he finds the recipe he saved for tonight.

As his phone reads off the list of ingredients, he feels over what he grabbed, cursing when he notices that he’s missing garlic powder.

“She has to have some,” he hums. He knows you like to cook, always eager to try new recipes that you find while scrolling on your phone, and therefore always getting new spices and ingredients to make sure your kitchen is stocked for whatever the next interesting dish brings. Lucky for Matt, you two are always over each other’s place, craving one another’s presence, so he knows your apartment almost as well as he knows his own. Turning around to the skinny cabinet where Matt knows you keep your spices, he opens it up and prepares his nose for the strong mix of smells that are about to hit him so he can sniff out what he needs. As his hand extends into the cabinet, what he doesn’t expect to find is small bumps over each and every label. It’s odd, but familiar. Grabbing one of the spices in the front, he carefully takes it off the shelf and runs his fingers over the bumps once more.

Nutmeg.

Matt lets out a shaky breath, tears stinging at his eyes. He reaches up for container after container, running his fingers over all of the labels, finding that he’s able to read them all. By the time Matt grabs the garlic powder, the cabinet is practically empty and he’s crying in the kitchen.

“Matt?” he hears you call tentatively. He didn’t even hear you come in, and now you’re at his side, wrapping him in a hug and holding him close to soothe him. God, he loves when you hold him. Call it being touch-starved, but nothing felt better to Matt than when you have your arms around him. Sure, being in your apartment is comforting—your smell surrounding him and engulfing his senses, but nothing was better than the actual thing, your body against his, skin to skin. “Matty, is everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” he sniffles, holding you close and kissing your forehead. “It’s just, uh, well this.”

You pull back slightly from his hug and wipe away some of his tears before peeking down to see what’s in his hands.

“Garlic powder?” you try. “Is it bad?”

“No, no,” he smiles, wiping away some stray tears with the heel of his hand. “It’s great.”

“I thought we were going out to dinner tonight. But with all my spices out, something tells me you might have fibbed.”

“I did fib. I wanted to surprise you with dinner, especially after hearing about your day, but you’re the one that surprised me.” Taking your hand, he gently guides your fingers over the label to where the braille is.

“Oh.” Matt listens to how the blood rushes to your cheeks and how your heart rate picks up. “The label.”

“The label,” he echos softly.

“I finally found a good braille label maker that I liked,” you begin to explain. “I mean, we’re always at each other’s place. I wanted to make my home feel a little more homey for you.”

“You really love me, huh?”

He listens to how you smile from ear to ear. “So much more than you’ll ever know, Matty.”

Putting the garlic powder down, he takes your face in his hands and pulls you in for a deep kiss, your arms happily snaking around him and holding him close.

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papercorgiworld · 3 months

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The Death Eater Drabbles III

Can’t escape these feelings

Mattheo, Theo, Enzo, Draco and Blaise

As feelings become undeniable, so does the reality that forbidden love can never bloom

You don’t have to read part one and two, but it’ll make more sense if you do.

Warning: none? This just fluff and a bit of angst

A/N: I honestly don’t know if this is any good, I have a cold and not just a normal small cough cough cold, no I have one of those colds when walking feels like exercising and death is around the corner kind of cold. 🤧 But my two braincells really did their best.

Read part four here.

You had found a magical enchantment that kept him tied up and let him free at the same time. He could roam around the house, but if he were to reach for you or try to escape a magical robe would tie his hands and feet together. The eye wouldn’t notice if it weren’t for the soft glinster you could see around his wrists when the sun fell right.

By now the both of you had been cooked up together in the small house for a little over a week and weirdly enough it went without too much trouble, aside from a few small arguments. However, there was something undeniable in the air.

Mattheo Riddle

“Matt, can you reach that little box on the top shelf?” Mattheo’s eyes scan all the way up to the little box. “No love, I’m no giant.” You chuckle. “I’ll go get my wand.” Before you can even take one step Mattheo is in front of you. “No, no, I’ll pick you up.” He says as his arms snake around you only to be immediately pulled back. Mattheo hisses in pain and you stare at the burn marks the magic left on his wrists. For the first time in a week you are both reminded that he is your prisoner. “Right, forgot about this. I’m not allowed to touch you, because I’m dangerous.” Silence fills the room as your mind and heart are at war.

“You’re not dangerous.” You say and reach for his wrists, partially lifting the spell, to slowly guide his hands towards your hips. Without any rope burning into his skin Mattheo wraps his arms around you and lifts you up. You place your hands on his shoulders for support only letting go to reach for the little box of herbs. When you return your gaze he’s still staring at you, while slowly lowering you. “It would’ve been easier to use magic.” You say with your feet back on the ground and Mattheo’s arms still around you. “This feels like magic to me.” Mattheo blurs out and makes you smile as a blush forms on your cheeks. Realizing how cringy his statement was Mattheo awkwardly chuckles and lets go of you. “I think that is my cue to go to bed.”

Mattheo throws his shirt on the bed while he is still cursing himself for saying something so cheesy. She’s getting into my head! Making me feel at home here, like I could ever have that. But he wasn’t the only one confused about his feelings. It was all your conflicting feelings that led you to Mattheo’s room. “I meant what I said. I don’t think you’re dangerous. I’m not afraid of you.” Startled by your sudden presence and your words Mattheo stares at you. He wants to hold you in his arms so bad that it frightens him. “Maybe you should be afraid of me.” We can’t do this, princess, we can’t start caring in the middle of a war.

Theodore Nott

“That’s the second time you’ve ruined that potion.” You glare at Theodore, who’s standing next to you staring at your cauldron. “I don’t know what I keep doing wrong.” Theodore grins as you scan over the instructions again. “It’s the stirring movement. It’s very specific and you screw it up every time.” You frown. “There’s nothing wrong with how I stirr.” Theo smirks and reaches for your hand. “I’ll show you.” An Italian curse escapes Theo’s lips as his wrist starts burning and he immediately pulls his hand back. It was a painful reminder of reality and you avoided Theo’s eyes as you watched his hands. “I forgot, I can’t be trusted. I might murder you in your sleep.” Now you look up and you let yourself be swallowed by his eyes as you try to make sense of your feelings.

“I do trust you.” You say and trace his wrists with your finger, lifting the spell just enough for him to touch you. Theodore watches your movements with soft eyes. “Show me.” You say and Theo nods as he shuffles closer to you to wrap his hand around yours. Immediately his warmth captivates you and your body sinks into his. Theodore struggles to focus and even screws up the first time moving your hand all wrong. “No, sorry, it’s like this.” The second time he carefully moves your hand exactly how you should stirr the potion. Theodore lets go of your hand and you’re both relieved when there’s finally some distance between you two.

“Thank you.” You almost whisper, while your face is still flushed from Theo’s warmth. “You’ll get it right this time.” Theodore says and walks past you, avoiding eye contact. “Theodore, I meant what I said. I do trust you.” Your words make Theodore turn around. “You shouldn’t.” Is all Theo says before leaving for his room. He needed to be miles away from you. You have no idea how much I feel for you that I’m not allowed to feel.

Enzo Berkshire

“Enz, can you get me a little bandaid? I’m bleeding all over the kitchen.” Enzo came rushing towards you as soon as he heard that you were bleeding. “What happened?-oh.” He relaxes when he sees you’ve cut your finger. “It’s just a small cut but I can’t get it to stop bleeding.” Enzo nods and goes through the drawers in search of a bandaid. “You should really leave the cooking to me for your own safety.” You chuckle. “You’re probably right.” Enzo walks towards you with the intention of wrapping the bandaid around your finger, but as soon as he gets too close he pulls back and a soft cry of pain leaves his lips. Enzo looks down at the floor as he’s reminded that in reality you’re miles apart. “Sorry, (y/n), I can’t help you because I’m your enemy, remember.” Your heart breaks at the idea of Enzo and you actually being enemies.

You instantly forget about the little cut and reach for his hands, altering the spell so he’s no longer considered a threat to you. “You and I are not enemies, Enzo.” He watches your hands in his and squeezes them softly, before spotting your bleeding finger. “Good, now I can help you.” Enzo lets go of your hand, but holds onto the one with the bleeding finger. Carefully he wraps your finger and leaves a soft peck on it. “All done.” You smile your brightest smile at his sweet gesture. “I meant it. You and I’ll never be enemies, Enzo. I won’t let it happen.” Enzo stares at you for what feels like an eternity. “I fear that we don’t get to decide that.” Because if it truly was up to me, I would have you in my arms.

Draco Malfoy

You were so engrossed in your book that you refused to get up and get a blanket for the cold. “You are such a bizarre creature.” Draco mutters as he now feels obliged to get up. You curiously watch him walk up to you with a soft blanket. You can’t help the cheeky smile on your face and Draco rolls his eyes, hating it when you get all cute and glowy about his acts of kindness. A sudden and loud yell from Draco pulls you out of your bubble. “Damn these!” Draco snares as he looks at his wrists. You immediately reach for his hands and gently caress the burning skin. “I keep forgetting about these things and the fact that in your eyes I’m a villain.”

You sigh as you are also reminded of the ongoing war that often seems so far away. You partially release the spell. “I know better than that. I don’t think you’re the bad guy. I get that things are complicated.” Draco softens at your words and for a moment as he wraps the blanket around you there is even a hint of a smile on his lips. For a blissful second all is fine in the world. “Yeah, but maybe it’s better if you continue to think of me as the villain in order to not make matters more complicated.” Draco makes sure the blanket is tightly around your body before getting up. You refuse to leave it at that and turn your head to where he was headed. “I think it’s too late for that, I could never simply see you as a bad guy, I know you are more.” Draco stops for a moment and wants to turn around, back to you, but decides against it and returns to his room. Trust me (y/n), if you truly knew me you wouldn’t be able to look at me, leave alone love me.

Blaise Zabini

A lot of noise and a yelp from you had Blaise running through the hallway to find you sitting at the bottom of the staircase. “I fell.” You state the obvious and Blaise can’t help but smile as he crouches down next to you. “Are you hurt?” You shake your head. “No, maybe a few bruises, but nothing is broken.” “Okay, then let's get you up, clumsy.” Blaise’s arm snakes around you, but is immediately pulled back. The burning on his wrist makes Blaise grit his teeth. “For a moment there I thought we were back at Hogwarts, you know, before I became the evil death eater that wants to hurt you.” You frown and reach arms, sliding down your hands until they’re wrapped around his wrists.

“I know you would never hurt me. I know you.” You squeeze Blaise’s hands and he looks into your eyes, finding comfort in their sincerity. He nods and this time successfully snakes his arm around you. “Let’s get you up to your feet.” You stumble a bit and he holds you close, enjoying your warmth. You rest your hand on his shoulder for support. “Are you sure you didn’t hit your head or something?” You let out a laugh and shake your head. “No need to worry, I’m fine.” A genuine smile appears on Blaise’s face and you enjoy the soft moment between you two.

When he lets go of you the hallway suddenly feels cold and empty. “I know that becoming a death eater wasn’t your choice.” You attempt to return the light you just felt in the room, but Blaise doesn’t join you in your effort. “Choice or not. I am one. And we shouldn’t forget that.” You and I can never happen.

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icallhimjoey · 10 months

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Love love love your writing! I’d be so interested to see your take on a friends to lover situation where the reader and Joe are good friends and the reader constantly gets the ick so Joe sets a challenge at a party (thinking Italian summer party) for her to find someone who doesn’t give them the ick.

And she realises that Joe is the only one that has no icks 👀

okay so ive had an INTERESTING (read: 18+, v spicy) suggestion from werepartnersnow who, by the way, claims she doesn't read rpf but then found herself in my inbox asking for very specific filth 👀👀👀 but, anyway, it was good filth, and i was trying to find a way to tackle her request, and then this request really brought it all together for me, so, THANK YOU! here we GO sluts! Wordcount: 3.9K

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Double Or Nothing

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“Did Joe say he was coming?”

“Yea, I’m surprised he’s not been spotted yet,”

Heads craned back, and you grumbled into your beer. Conversation had been flowing so nicely, and now, suddenly, everyone had to look at the pub entrance to check if there was any sign of Joe yet.

Like he was the guest of honour missing still.

Like the night hadn’t started properly yet, because Joe wasn’t there.

Ugh.

Now… listen...

By no means did you dislike Joe. He was your friend just as well as he was all of theirs. It was just that, Joe had seemingly become a lot more interesting to a lot more people in a very short amount of time. Even some of your friends sort of… fell for the sudden hype that surrounded him. Wanted it proven to the outside world that they were friends with Joe. That they knew him. Were part of his group.

And you kind of got it, or... at least a little.

Joe got to do very cool and exciting things, met very cool and exciting people, and he'd bring anyone who had the time to join. Any time he'd drop a message with the question 'who's got time off for these dates' it was really a first come, first served sort of deal.

So it kind of made sense that people wanted in with Joe. However, he couldn't pay you enough to sit next to him for a full day, or several, as he passed out autographs like boring assembly line work. To see people fawn over him. Tell him how amazing they all think he is...

Because Joe was… he was just Joe.

There was a lull in conversation, and you felt the need to remind everyone of the time Joe spent a full night ordering drinks for everyone before dipping out and leaving the last people with the bill.

He paid for his own share later, but, still. That was a shitty move.

Or when Imogen and Lawrence had gotten married, and he thought it was okay to help himself to a piece of cake before they'd done the ceremonious cutting of it.

Or when he'd invited everyone over to a party at someone's house without informing the host he was bringing seven other people. That night you'd just stood around awkwardly, all of you, knowing you weren't welcome and afraid to have any of the drinks for fear of them running out.

It felt healthy to remind everyone that Joe was just your shit friend. This guy who they’d known forever and who they also sometimes didn’t like. Because he could be a bit of a boring loser, who’d cancel on events last minute. One that you liked - he was still your friend, supported you when you needed support, made you laugh when you needed cheering up and was just... overall was a fun guy to hang out with. Despite all the shitty things.

Joe knew this is how you felt, and, not that you'd asked, but if you would have, he'd easily agree with you. Would just smile as you glared at him for forgetting someone's birthday and then pretending a gift someone else had bought was from him too.

And he got away with shit like that every single time because of that stupid smile. All charming, all endearing.

All handsome, and shit.

You felt a nudge to your knee under the table after you'd rolled your eyes at everyone looking around to find Joe. You were given a brief smirk by one of your friends before eyes turned away from you and you frowned. Idiot.

You knew what was insinuated there, and didn’t appreciate it.

It wasn’t the first time you’d been very adamant and obvious about not being impressed with Joe, and people took it to mean something else. Like you were overdoing it to hide your real feelings.

You weren’t overdoing anything, though, and you wanted to say something, wanted to argue and bite back at that stupid smug look you got, but you noticed the eyes of the people on the other side of the table focus on something over your head.

You jumped, tensed up with shock, when someone suddenly grabbed you by the shoulders. It nearly knocked over every drink on the table as your knees shot up and banged the underside of it.

“Jesus,”

“No, just me,” Joe joked, and he got heys and hellos and big smiles and even a drink handed over that someone had gotten him before he’d even arrived, and oh my fucking God, you needed more celebrities in your group because this was getting a little ridiculous.

You composed yourself fast, recollected yourself and tried your hardest to push down the blush that had crept onto your face.

Like you’d predicted, the second Joe joined the group, you suddenly all became his entourage.

Now you were all Joe's friends.

You weren’t, but, that’s what it felt like.

To Joe’s credit, he didn’t really act any different – he was still his quiet, normal self. Kind of dull, nothing crazy, just there for a laugh, comfortable with the spotlight being off of him for a little bit. That was nice, and you appreciated that.

It was just that your other friends were big dumb idiots. Not all of them, but, enough of them for it to bother you a little.

Although, Joe had changed his hair... so, he'd changed a little since Hollywood had come a-knocking.

It was all fine, though. The conversation automatically sort of continued from where it left of before Joe joined and the small bit of annoyance you felt before quickly disappeared.

You paid close attention to not paying close attention to Joe.

It wasn’t until Joe cheersed his glass with your half empty one to catch your attention that the irritation you'd felt before crept back in a little.

Not because of the focus landing on you, but because of the question he asked.

Not how are you. Not how’ve you been. But, “No David?”

You gave a little sarcastic smile, tilted your head down to look at him through your eyelashes and confirmed, “No David.”

Apparently that was enough for other people to comment on the matter as well.

“Yea, how’s that going?”

“Are you still seeing each other?”

You took too long to answer either question, and when you look a slow sip of your drink to give yourself more time to think of how you were going to frame this, you could see one of your friends groan. The lack of information said plenty.

“Oh no, here we go again,”

“Should’ve known it,”

“Did you dump him already?”

The whole table seemed to feel the same way about you and David not hanging out together anymore. Made sense though, David was the first guy in a good while you'd taken along to meet some of them. Before David, there'd just been a lot of first dates that only sometimes graduated into a second, and then, usually, contact would sort of... fizzle out.

“I didn’t dump him– there was no dumping to be done, we weren’t dating,”

You got a few scoffs.

“What was it this time?”

And, okay, so, your track record wasn't great by any means. It's just that... you were very easy to turn off, you guessed. And once you found something about someone that got under your skin, you couldn't not see it. You couldn't not hyper-focus on it, and you knew that from that moment on, whatever you and whichever guy had together was doomed to fail.

“Just... we didn't really match each other,”

That was the polite, vague way of putting it. You looked at your drink as you said it but felt Joe's eyes stare you down. It burned your cheeks a bit.

“No, be honest,” Izzy said, speaking to you as if you were a toddler before she went for a sip of her drink.

“What? That's essentially exactly why he's not here right now,”

Izzy scoffed, and you silently cursed your best friend. She was going to make you say it. The thing you told her in private. You took a mental note to never be honest with her again.

“Can I tell them the story, or are you going to do it yourself? I'd love to be the one to share it,” she sat up and leant in. Ready.

The eyes of your friends moved between her and you, like they were watching a tennis match, absolutely not sure where this was going, but very exciting to see where it was going to go.

“Well, it wasn't one specific thing,” you started, and foolishly, left too long a silence after. Izzy filled it immediately, because it very much was one specific thing and she couldn't keep the knowledge inside any longer.

“Bad sex.”

It got some hearty laughs from the group, and when you looked at Joe, you caught his narrowed eyes. He looked a bit hesitant, small smile playing his lips as he hovered his glass in front of his mouth, like was about to take a sip, but couldn't because he had to see how you were going to react to Izzy.

“Okay, no,” you fought. “It wasn't bad sex... not, like, not overall, anyway, it wasn't... it wasn't the worst by any means,” you stumbled through your words and it made Izzy shoot up her eyebrows.

“Oh, are we doing specifics?”

You groaned and saw Joe perk up a little from the corner of your eye.

Fuck.

“Absolutely not, that's not... that's not fair on David,”

What you meant was, let's not talk about my sex life in detail in the middle of this pub, thanks very much. But Izzy didn't care though. She hadn't listened to you faking your orgasms through her bedroom wall for a few weeks for fucking nothing.

“What did he claim to be good at?”

“Isabella...” using her full name did nothing, unfortunately.

“He'd boast about it so much, even I started getting a little jealous,”

“I'm going to get another drink,”

Escaping seemed a good idea. Izzy could just talk about the things she'd heard David say to you in the other room without you there. But you were kind of closed in. Couldn't just get up and make your way over to the bar without people having to move out of your way for it.

“What was it?” Joe asked carefully, voice not too loud, the question definitely only aimed for you to hear. Curious. Not that he was being any kinder towards you than any of your other friends were – you could see that cheeky smile, could see how he was ready to let laughter escape him. Plus, everyone heard him anyway.

You saw your friend open her mouth, ready to answer for you.

“Izzy, don't,” you raised a finger, and you silently cursed at yourself for not being able to keep a straight face anymore.

She was going to say it.

“Head.”

Someone snorted into their beer which splashed into their face and that made people laugh more than what Izzy'd said, but now, that information was out there. It made you slump down into your seat so far, you were practically under the table.

“You told him to fuck off for eating you out wrong? Am I hearing this right?” one of your friends asked, not even judgmentally, but more to coax you out of your hiding spot.

It worked.

“Okay, so, listen,” you sat up, ready to justify your actions. You weren't a horrible person, and you needed people to agree. “If you claim to be amazing at something like that, I would kind of expect you to then also... you know, actually know... where things, are?”

You looked around, read your friend's faces and most of them knew exactly what you meant. Didn't need to use the actual words to describe in detail what David couldn't locate.

Izzy read your friend's faces different, though. Thought they did need clarification, and she was an accommodating friend. Wanted to help out. Also enjoyed embarrassing you a little too much, the bitch.

“Kept licking her leg, sucked on everything but her clit,”

“Oh my G–” you hid your face with both your hands, elbows perched on the table.

“David, David, David,” Joe shook his head, tutted at you, seemed to feel genuinely sorry for the guy.

“To be fair, it's a good reason to stop seeing someone,” someone else said, and you quipped a quick thank you. The comment prompted people to go over all of the other reasons you'd turned men down before, and the list was... extensive, to say the least.

Chewed on his food with his mouth open. Dressed like he was colourblind. Was into weird experimental music that really got under your skin. Bit down on his fork when he ate. Held his phone only an inch away from his face when he used it. Kissed with his eyes wide open like a psychopath. Ran after a beerpong ball in a half-crouch and failed in his attempts to grab it as it bounced. Puns.

Every ick came with it's own backstory and you were shocked by how much your friends remembered - you'd forgotten half the things they were bringing up, reminiscing about the batch of men that you'd turned down for reasons they all deemed ridiculous. It was a lot of laughing at your expense. It was a good thing you were a good sport and that you genuinely liked your friends, so you just laughed along. Knew they all would've probably gotten annoyed by the same things you had. You know, eventually.

It wasn't until someone looked around and said, “There's got to be at least one person in here who doesn't scare her off immediately,” and no, no, no, no. You didn't need your friends actually getting involved in you meeting men.

Not tonight, anyway.

But heads started turning and eyes started scoping out the place, gliding across and lingering on men that maybe stood a chance.

You checked and saw that Joe didn't join in. He was looking down below the table, seemingly to check what his feet were touching, or something along those lines, anyway.

It could be a way to opt out of the game that your friends engaged in mostly to just make fun of you. It could also be that his attention span was too short and he was bored. Both options were awful. The fact that you even looked at him to check was awful in and of itself.

You were no better than your friends.

“Okay, enough,” you held up a hand, elbow in the middle of the table whilst you squeezed your eyes shut. “If you're going to make me look at people and come up with an ick, we'll be here all night. I could even go over all of you and think of several icks for each of you, so let's not,” you laughed, hoping it'd put an end to it.

It did the exact opposite.

“Not for me!” one friend argued, and the whole table laughed. Everyone could easily name multiple things, and so it kicked off.

You all went around the table, named things about each other that would drive you mad if you were to date them. It ranged from obvious things like snoring and working too much, to more niche things, like how someone would continuously pronounce a word wrong whilst insisting that they were right (they weren't) and someone else not wearing socks in certain pairs of shoes (gross).

You were the deciding factor each time. If you agreed with what someone said, there was no more arguing and you'd move on to the next person.

Until you reached Joe.

“Let's go, give me all you've got,” Joe beckoned with both hands, welcoming the criticism like a trooper. It was all innocent fun, after all.

And your friends would name things. All sorts. How he sometimes wouldn't reply to texts for days, leaving people on read for ages. How he'd cancel on people by saying wild shit like, “Oops, sorry, can't make it tonight, I'm in Tokyo rn”. The fact that he'd always hold up the last cigarette from a packet and say, “This is the last one, I'm quitting after this,” and then he'd just as easily buy another packet straight after.

But an unsettling realisation dawned on you.

You silently, almost automatically, dismissed everything that your friends mentioned, that got them laughing and got Joe to jokingly gasp and pretend offense to because... none of it turned you off per se.

Your eyes narrowed as you stared at him.

Oh no.

You had to be able to come up with something...

“She fucking hates smokers anyway,” Izzy commented.

“Yea... usually, I do,”

Joe looked at you and raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”

“I don't know...”

Wide eyes looked at each other across the table, and Izzy couldn't fucking believe what she was hearing.

“That doesn't bother you?”

You laughed and gave your friend a panicked look, “It should! But... somehow it doesn't?”

You got a nudge of a knee under the table again and knew exactly what it meant. You pretended you hadn't felt it. That felt safer.

People started repeating things, waiting for you to go, “Ugh yes,” but you didn't, for none of it, and you thought of lying. Of just pretending that something did, but learning that none of Joe's personality traits actually rubbed you wrong was just as shocking to you as it was to everyone else.

Joe even joined in himself, said, “I'm always fidgetting!” but it did the fucking opposite. Made you look at his hands and notice how nice they were.

Shit.

“Is Joe ick-less?” a pair of astonished eyes asked you, and you couldn't fucking believe yourself when you slowly nodded, lips pressed together impossibly tight.

Joe was ick-less... what the actual fuck?!

“Uh oh,”

“We've found the one, guys! Game over!”

“So, when's the wedding?”

You scoffed. Loudly. Your friends were confirming they were big dumb idiots, you didn't even have to do any convincing of it yourself.

“Nah,” Joe said, and when you looked at him, you grew immediately shy. The little smirk and the mischievous eyes threatened trouble. “I can break her...”

Oh, fuck. The air between the two of you sparkled as your friends oohed, all eyes moving back and forth between the two of you. Even Izzy seemed intrigued.

“One week to give her the ick,” someone suggested.

“Easy,” Joe boasted, not breaking eye-contact.

“Why would you care abou–” you started, but were cut off by Joe who's smile got wider by the second as he challenged you, “And if I win?”

Despite the fact that his eyes were on you, the question was directed at your other friends. When they didn't answer, Joe turned to them, “What are we playing for?”

This... this wasn't happening.

“If you lose, she deserves some good head,” Izzy quipped, and you could've murdered her right then and there. Could've broken a glass on the edge of a table to slit her throat with, because what the fuck was that?

“Three days of head,”

“I said good head,”

“Guys, stop!” you tried, but you might as well not have been there.

“And if you win, she'll return the favour,”

“What?! Oh my God, fuck off, we're not doing this,” you waved both hands in a line, signaling that this was enough now. The joke was over. You weren't laughing.

“Three favours then,” someone else proposed.

“Like that's going to make a difference, he'll just ask for three days of head,”

“No, he'll make her his PA, for a con, or whatever,”

“Ooh, good one!”

“Yea, I'm not falling for that again,”

Joe snorted as your friends debated about a bet that definitely wasn't going to happen. You weren't going to shake on this, no matter how badly they wanted this free bit of entertainment for themselves.

“Okay,” Izzy said, smacking the table with a flat palm, shutting everyone up.

“Joe is going give you the ick within a week. If he does, you'll owe him three favours and if he doesn't, you'll be getting from Joe what you haven't gotten from David,”

“What if she lies?”

“She's a terrible liar, I see right through her,”

And Izzy did. Had always been able to.

“Jesus Christ, you're a bunch of delusional losers,” you laughed.

There was going to have to be a moment where Joe would side with you and you'd swipe the whole ordeal off the table together. At least, that's what you expected.

You expected wrong.

Instead of Joe telling your friends to leave you alone, to be sensible and kind, because you hadn't even gotten good sex in a little while, poor puppy... instead of all of that, you noticed how he waited for the commotion at the table to quiet down a little before he said, “Double or nothing.”

“What?”

“Double or nothing. One week of head,”

“Izzy said good hea-,”

“One week of good head, or one week of favours,”

You frowned slightly at him, dumbfounded that Joe seemed to be going with all of this.

He was actually going along with it.

Were you going to want to let Joe go down on you?

Wait.

You wrecked your brain and tried to think of everything that someone had ever done to you that had turned you off immediately. Would those same things be awful of Joe did them?

Probably not. But... maybe.

Shit, you kind of wouldn't mind a full week of Joe going down on you. Making you come on his mouth. It'd be weird, sure, but also, when was the last time someone made you orgasm with just their mouth?

Jesus, what a wild conclusion - you had no idea that Joe confused you this much. If anything, you'd learnt something about yourself today that you honestly never thought was something you were ever going to have to think about.

So the question maybe wasn't, would you let Joe go down on you... The question was, would you let Joe drag you along to be his personal assistant for a week? Because that was most definitely what he was going to ask of you. You had no interest in tagging along to watch someone do their job, and everyone knew this about you.

Fuck, were you... were you considering doing this?

Joe felt the second of hesitation and held his pinky out, hoping he'd get you to link yours with his before that window closed.

Your eyes glanced at Izzy, who somehow looked bored and giddy at the same time.

Should you do it? Joe's pinky flexed and he questioningly raised his eyebrows at you, a small smile playing underneath.

Just for shits and giggles?

What came out of your mouth next was so quiet, it was barely audible in the loud ambiance of the pub.

“Fine.”

But it was okay, people didn't need to be able to hear you. Because it was embarrassing, but also, because what happened next was one of your arms, moving from where it cupped your own face to half way across the table. Your pinky finger met Joe's and they linked.

“Deal.”

Joe's stupid face broke into a huge grin that made you instantly regret agreeing, but his pinky was stronger than yours and held you in its grip as he repeated your words back to you.

“Fine. Deal.”

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princelylove · 5 months

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Thank you a lot for answering my ask, I just plan to ask on Lisa Lisa and Holly only, and you answer for all of them ~

If you can, I want to know the ranking from the easiest to the worst yandere for the Jobro too. Only when you have time of course, I know you working on your multiple projects, I looking forward to reading your work!

~ 🏵️ anon ~

Anon I love receiving asks, send as many as you want. I also LOVE ranking things. I know the jobros are only Speedwagon, Caesar, Kakyoin, Okuyasu, Bucciarati, Hermes, and Gyro but I can include some others, as a treat. Skipping Speedwagon since I just am not in the mood to write for him today oops.

Okuyasu is… difficult to get rid of, but is he really hard to deal with? He just wants to be ordered around, and some attention, that isn’t the end of the world. Sure, you can absolutely never be rid yourself of Okuyasu, but he means very, very well. He has no ulterior motives, and with how honest he is, what’s the issue? If you can’t handle an obsessive devoted type like Okuyasu, you have no business trying to handle any of the names further down this list.

It almost seems cruel to put Jean-Pierre on a list with such intelligent, strategy-based yanderes. He truly is just a man in love who happens to be a little (a lot.) creepy, but he’s tame compared to the bottom of this list. He’s like that guy that always hits on you during your shift but tips reaaally well. You’re kind of expecting to find him in the parking lot with rope and a knife after your shift with the way he looks you up and down, but it never happens. Jean-Pierre is after one thing- true love. He’s the type of grown man who still believes in pinky promises, and, truthfully, if you pinky swear you love him with all your heart and are only going out to go shopping or something, he’ll really believe you. He’s got some clear boundaries- don’t walk around without him (especially at night), tell him what your plans are and who you’re expecting to meet, and call him if he’s ever not around and you need to go from one place to another. Even if it’s in the dead of night, Jean-Pierre wants to make sure you get home safe. Even if he’s upset with you, there’s just some lines he will never cross. He’d never put his hands on you, both in a sexual assault way and a physical abuse way, and generally prefers to pretend to back off when you snap at him to leave you alone. Following you from behind is a good compromise, right.

Hermes is the type of girl to say she doesn’t care but goes to scream in her pillow about it later. She really, really likes you. It shouldn’t be this stressful to grab your attention and keep it. She’s tried about everything she can do in prison to get your attention- working out near you if you go to the gym, talking loudly in the yard and running laps so she can keep passing by you (even though the sun’s in your eyes), eating lunch and dinner at a table where you can see her, she’s even resorted to picking up whatever books you barely touched in the library- just for a little touch. She’ll lean against the railing in front of your cell. What, she can’t stand here? It’s a free country. She can loiter wherever the hell she wants to. Hermes loves watching over you, she’ll be damned if she lets anything hurt her baby. As long as you let her keep watch, she’s not gonna do shit. Hermes might get a little annoying, but she genuinely just wants to help you. She can’t just stand there and watch you need her. If you say she’s being too clingy, or that she calls you too many pet names, she’ll back off a little, but won’t just drop it all. You just need some space, and she’s happy to make sure you’re all good from over there.

Guido isn’t afraid to flash his gun, or to stick it in your chest as a way to move his hands around. You know italians, always talking with their hands, he doesn’t mean anything by it. Guido can actually take a no! Chronic catcaller over here gets rejected in canon, and what does he do? He brushes it off and moves on. Guido’s a bit obsessed with finding “the one,” so he tells himself that it just wasn’t meant to be. With you, though… everything connects back to you, so it must mean that he should seek you out more. He’s a hard man to get rid of- he’s delusional and fully of the belief that he was made for you. He wants to give himself to you, and often fantasizes about you wanting him. Guido does just about everything he can to make you see him in that way. He’ll lift his sweater up to show off his muscles, he’ll pick up furniture and move it wherever Trish demands for the same reason, he’ll even stand waaay too close in confined spaces to check if you like the new soap he’s using. It’s unscented, he’s kind of praying that you just like his smell. Something about pheromones or whatever bullshit Panna was yapping about. He's that oversized dog that follows you around, begging for you to hold his leash. Guido won’t kill you if you resist him, but he’s not super lenient like most think he is. Guido’s smart. He knows to check for your shadow under furniture and doors, he knows what a dirty plate actually looks like, and he knows what gas from the stove smells like. He wants to keep this simple and stress-free, so he’s not gonna bring it up, but he knows, and will take the needed moves to keep you right where he wants you- within his line of sight at all times. Let’s just not make it a big deal, yeah? He loves you, and doesn’t want to have to put you over his shoulder and take you home.

Caesar is seemingly the perfect lover. He’s not overly possessive, he respects you, he’s never asked you to go fifty-fifty on a date, and he’s never forgotten an important date. He can be a bit competitive whenever you mention someone else, but that’s something you’re willing to look away from. It’s endearing, isn’t it? How passionate he is? That same passion is what keeps his head on his shoulders, he doesn’t really know what to do with himself if you weren’t here to check his attitude every once in a while. He’s so prissy and afraid of getting dirty, he’s somewhat of a diva at times. All of that is a part of his charm, it makes you fall for him over and over again. It’s too bad that Caesar doesn’t feel the same way. He needs this to be perfect, and loathes how you look at other men when you’re out together. You’re making him look bad, you know that? It’s seriously such a pain to get the blood out of his clothes after his little bouts of insecurity. He sleeps well at night knowing that loser you had the nerve of looking at is dead in an alleyway somewhere, but he sleeps better knowing you’re staring at his perfect face. He has no reason to kiss you with his hamon, but every once in a while… he just needs the security of seeing you obey his every whim.

Noriaki’s small stature often leads his enemies to assume he’s frail. In fact, he won’t put his hands on you until he’s sure that you’ve warmed up to him enough for physical contact. Attempting to get out of Noriaki’s grasp likely leads you to aching wrists and ankles. He isn’t afraid to slap you for speaking to him so harshly. Mind your manners when addressing him, or don’t speak at all. Noriaki is big on etiquette- he likes being addressed properly, and for his home to be relatively neat and orderly. If you make a mess in an act of rebellion, he’s happy to puppet you. You’re not making your boyfriend clean up after you, are you? Until he properly conditions you post kidnapping, Noriaki makes sure all of your needs are met via Hierophant Green. Doesn’t it feel good to give up control, and to let him do it all for you? He thought so. Since you’ve passed Noriaki’s requirements to be involved in his life, he just assumes he’s also up to code. Don’t try to act like he isn’t, either, Noriaki takes great pride in himself. Noriaki will do just about anything to make sure you’re always under his thumb. His grades are perfect, he’ll go to any college you are. Despite his introverted nature, Noriaki has no problem networking. He’s always a step ahead- everyone already knows you’re “dating.” Isn’t that sweet? Say it’s sweet, darling.

Gyro is intelligent. He’s silly, sure, but you can’t fool him. He acts as if he’s only joking. You must hear that stupid nyohoho~ laugh he does in your nightmares. Hooohoo, he’s only playinggg, he’s not seriously going through your bag, relax! He’s just stealing your flask for a little sippy sip. Gyro’s not afraid to get a little handsy- he disguises most of his threats and ‘reminders’ as affection or just playing around. He laughs way too loudly at an unfunny comment and slaps your back with enough force to knock you forward as a little reminder about just how strong he is. If his little subtle hints aren’t working, he’s fine spelling it out for you: you’re meant for him, and you need to stop talking to other people. Gyro’s smile drops when he says it, but it’s right back up when he finishes. “Ooookay, back to what I was saying, do you want somethin’ from the catalog?” Gyro doesn’t really want to hurt his darling, but he’s fine with sabotaging their things. Your horse “had a broken leg,” so he put it down for you. Let’s ride on his! It’ll be sooo much fun, he’ll sing for you, he won’t even say anything if you get a little grabby. Wink wink. Should you be rude to him, his smile drops and he just stares. “What makes you think it’s alright to speak to me like that?” He’ll utter, and put his hand on your shoulder. “Oh, aw! I wasn’t serious. Don’t look so scaaared. Loosen up, sweetheart.” What solidifies Gyro’s spot on this list is the fact that when he’s serious about something, he sees it through. He knows his behavior is criminal, and what little guilt he feels is easily pushed aside- It’s not that he doesn’t have morals, it’s just that he doesn’t get what’s so bad about the way he loves. He’s passionate, he’s not going to water himself down for anyone. If you can’t handle him, you can learn to adapt. If you need to be spoken to with that cold and firm tone he takes with himself, then alright. Gyro would really prefer to keep everything all lovey dovey, but if what you need is a stern voice, he’ll let you see that side of him.

Bruno is a family man, above all. If you reject him, he’ll only focus on you more. ‘You’re pushing me away? Did you have a bad experience with a man? We’ll go at your pace.’ type of logic. Regardless of the type of love, Bruno’s love will always be overbearing and constant. He inserts himself everywhere in your life, the people around you just adore him. He just doesn’t know how to stop, and wouldn’t if he could. It breaks his heart to see someone in need not have someone to latch onto when he’s right there- latch on to him. Bruno is begging to be needed, and when he meets you, he just can’t get enough. Suppose you could have it worse, it’s just a gorgeous man taking care of your every need, but there's no freedom from Bruno. You’ll never gain any privileges, never have any say in long term choices, but not because he doesn’t want you to! You’re just not supposed to be doing those sorts of things now that you have him. Bruno by himself is one thing, but Bruno’s never really alone, is he? He has his entire team, two of which he considers to be his sons. If you’re Bruno’s you’re also a part of the family, and family’s not going to just let you go- especially not when so many of them have such severe abandonment issues. You wouldn't abandon someone who needs you, would you. Bruno takes on a lot of responsibility, something you'll learn to share as husband and spouse. Narancia doesn’t trust you at first, and neither does Pannacotta, but he latches on fairly quickly when Bruno expresses his intentions. Narancia will rat you out. You’re the parent when Bruno isn’t around, why are you acting like you aren’t?? Be serious. There's a lot of guilt in being Bruno's darling, but share your guilt with him! He wants to do everything for you, and give you the 'easy' life he never had.

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dekusheroacademia · 1 year

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Heroes Rising novel translation (2/?)

PART 1 (scene 1) here

This is a translation (part 1) of the novelization of Heroes Rising. The novel has been written based on the movie (written by Anri Yoshi, who also writes the School Briefs). There is no English translation, so I am translating from the Italian version.

I won’t translate the whole novel, of course, just parts I liked and that I thought added something extra.

SCENE 2 (small addition to the scene where Katsuma come running about a villain, I translated this part which is the only extra added content, where we see Bakugou realizing Deku worries about him)

“Damn you, Deku, why are you coming too?!”

Having heard about the villain from Katsuma, Bakugou was moving through the night streets, with the child under his arm, making explosions with one hand, thanks to his quirk. Izuku was following him with Full Cowl.

“Why? Because if there really is a villain...”

His classmate’s worries was infuriating. Since Bakugou had been a child he had aimed to be the first at everything, not allowing anyone to reach him. That someone else was now worrying about him was an insult.

“I am enough!”

***

SCENE 3 (Katsuma apologizing to Deku, Bakugou comes out with his popsicle)

"Mh...?"

Right at that moment, Bakugou finally up after his turn of patrol, walked out on the balcony of the upper floor, which was being used as a dormitory, with the map of the island in one hand and a popsicle in his mouth. He noticed an annoying and familiar voice and peeked down, noticing the two.

"Could you apologize for me to the other hero too?"

Katsuma was still talking in a bit of a tense way, and Izuku nodded, looking at him in the eyes.

"Of course, I will. But can you explain why did you two act like that yesterday?"

"My sister hates heroes."

The child sadly looked down, before continuing.

"Yesterday she said that heroes would be afraid when hearing there was a villain, and that they would not come to save us... so... I..."

"You had trust in heroes."

"Eh?"

"You trusted that we would come to save you. And because of that, you came to call for us."

"..."

Katsuma nodded weakly at Izuku's happy smile, and the tension in his face melted a bit. The teen noticed the badge on the kid's chest.

"That is a pin of the ninja hero Edgeshot, isn't it?"

"Yes."

In front of the kid's radiant expression, Izuku felt like he was looking at himself from when he was a child, and his smile became even bigger.

"You want to become a hero too?"

Katsuma flinched when he heard those words, and his face fell again in a saddened expression.

"My quirk is not suitable to become a hero... and my sister says that it is too dangerous."

"I think it is quite a poor performance for someone who belongs to the hero section of UA."

Izuku remembered the provocatory attitude of the girl from the previous day, and he sensed what she actually was thinking.

"I understand, Mahoro doesn't hate heroes, she is just worried for Katsuma..."

Heroes were amazing, because they saved people even when dangerous. But for their families, before being heroes, they were people themselves, beloved people that they did not want to lose. The teen thought of his own apprehensive and teary mother.

"...Izuku... stop, you always end up getting hurt... my heart won't survive it..."

Izuku's objective was to become a hero, even if that made her worry. He could look somewhere else but he could not trick his own heart. For this reason he had promised he would become the greatest hero ever existed, so that no one would worry about him ever again.

Izuku knelt down, looked at the child right in his eyes, and said: "Ehi, Katsuma. What kind of hero do you want to become?"

"A strong hero.... someone who defeats the evil villains..."

On his face you could read a clear and strong sense of admiration for heroes.

"I understand. I want to become a hero who saves people in need."

"Who save... people in need..."

The kid seemed speechless, and Izuku tried to explain a bit better, with simpler and clear words.

"Yeah. You want to become a hero who wins against villains and save people. I want to become a hero that, to save people, defeat villains. The order is switched, but the final goal is the same... I think this is the greatest kind of hero that can exist."

Bakugou was listening those words in silence, turned around, from the balcony of the upper floor. Those were the same words that, one night, a hero he had always admired since childhood had told him. Words that could have never reached him if they had not been said by All Might, and if they had not been said after that fight.

"..."

Katsuma nodded at Izuku's words, pondering them carefully. He could not fully understand them, but he could sense it was an important teaching.

"So... let's both do our best."

Izuku stood up and offered his hand to the child. A hero was treating him like an equal, and encouraging his dream, without laughing at him.

"Yes...!"

Full of happiness that was now spreading through him, Katsuma smiled and took that hand.

"Ah, but let's try to not make our families worry," Izuku remembered to add, with a bitter expression on his face.

"Yes!" the child replied, with even more force, before running away, waving back at him. From the opposite side of the street, Ms Suzumura was looking at the kid walk away, with a happy expression.

"Little Katsuma really likes heroes, doesn't he? Here, take this."

"Thank you, Ms Suzumura."

She gave Izuku some vegetables just picked, and she added with a worried tone: "Be kind with him."

While Izuku wondered what she meant, she continued: "He lost his mother too early, and his father is away for the whole year because of his job. Katsuma lives alone with his sister Mahoro. Of course, we neighbours try to take care of them, but it must be sad to not have your parents by your side at that age."

Learning about the siblings' family history, Izuku watched as Katsuma walked away.

"..."

On the balcony, Bakugou's popsicle, basically still untouched, ended up melting down and fell from the stick, onto the ground.

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highpri3stess · 1 month

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Ahhh just came to give my thoughts about the chapter 5! Firstly, thank you so much for the consistent uploads!!! Shin and mc are so so cute like the romcom vibes just makes my heart melt, it’s giving Italian summer 50s mobster vibes and I have no idea how else to explain that? Truly sad he’s not an option, tho I seriously hope we see more of him and the forbidden love that can never happen :(((

Your fluff writing is so good oml!

Okay and regarding characters:

Izanas characterization is so evilllll like he doesn’t even have the canon of having no family because he does in fact have family, dude is just so evil and the green monster for mc is corroding him istg he’s the “if i can’t have no one else can” typa guy,,, and the amount of projecting he is doing onto the mc

I could see Izana k*lling or seriously harming reader again, and can only imagine how mad shin would be with that threat at the end of chap 5 like izana unraveling the sano family which was the very thing he was afraid of happening would just be so karmic

Mikey u loserrrrr but fr he’s starting to become so lovesick in such a twisted way and I am so scared for his reaction the whole shin visit

In terms of who I think will betray reader: Hina (at least im just praying fnwkof) she’s so salty and jealous, and I lowkey wonder if she purposely set reader up to fail that test

On that Emma x mc x draken pipeline but im just in denial

Like I could see Emma becoming dark for a few reasons, but I don’t think it’d be in a straight way that would deliberately harm reader, she’s arguably one of the characters who is most obsessed with mc , I could see her being manipulative so that reader has no one else but her, slowly destabilizing mc (pls I love a gay yandere *jcjekfj),,, and drakennnnn I love the idea of him being fond for reader instead of jealous but I KNOW that’s not canon to the story

Side note but I loveee Mitsuya and his lil crush on mc, and mc is so precious like she does nooooot deserve this and i don’t understand how she’s making everyone obsessive in just evil ways but i guess honey attracts more flies than vinegar

N e ways im so excited to see where you decide to go with the rest of the story, but no rush and take care of yourself!!!

Ahhh thank you so much! I genuinely live for you guys theories!

Ahh thank you! I haven't written fluff in a while so I'm glad you really liked it! I did take some inspiration for Reader and Shin scenes from a telenovella I was watching at the time "The Rich also cry" and another one I don't recall the name and Shinichiro kind of reminds me of Michael from "the Godfather" by Mario Puzzo, the unwilling heir to a criminal business yknow (I haven't read the Godfather since I was like 15. I should pick it up again soon), so yeah.

PLEASE. It is so not looking good for Hina's public image right now. First not writing te test for reader and then the wrong scores 😭 my goodness.

Also i love gay yandere pleaseeee. In a way, Emma is a little bit obssessed, but she has a good head on her shoulders, unlike her brothers and still sees reader as a good person. Although she tends to impose her will on reader a lot. Draken has a love-hate relationship with reader but I don't think I'll have enough time to explore that dynamic.

IZANA AND MIKEY ARE sooo funny to me. Like they are a combination of stupid, losers and selfish 😭. I don't want to spoil chapter 5 or say things that might not make it to the final cut but let's just say they are HUGE assholes.

Honey does attract more flies than vingear. Very true. Thank you so much nonnie.

#monsters ♡

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a-xii · 2 years

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The Quarry headcanons

one big mix about everyone and everything

Spoiler alert, of course.

English is not my first language, so I apologize for all mistakes.

- Ryan only shares headphones with people he trusts. Ryan suggests you listen to music/podcasts from his headphones? he loves you.

- On the first day of camp, Dylan created a playlist for Ryan that he just loved and listened to whenever he could.

- I wondered at first what an Australian was doing at a summer camp in New York. So I looked up the origin of the name Furcillo. I found out that this surname is popular in the usa among people of Italian origin. My hc therefore is: Nick has Italian roots but was born and raised in Australia. As for his presence in America, I added that his sister is living there and he always wanted to live with her.

- As for Nick's siblings: Nick is the youngest of 7 siblings. I found out that his actor has 6 siblings and in my opinion, that fits Nick's character so well.

- Nick has sight defect and usually wears harry potter like glasses but he switched them to lenses for the summer camp because he was scared that people would make fun of him. (that hc is also bc of Nick's actor)

- Nick has a lazy eye

- I have some hcs about the origin of the characters also here they are:

- Nick - Italy

- Abigail - Sweden

- Emma - USA

- Jacob - USA

- Kaitlyn - China/Thailand

- Dylan - Czech Republic

- Ryan - Germany

- Laura - USA

- Max - USA

- Dylan was obsessed with aliens as a child. (He still is)

- Ryan loves podcasts. he is obsessed with them and listens to them 24/7.

- Dylan was a quiet, shy kid at school.

- Dylan loves cartoons and comics.

- Dylan is not only interested in quantum physics but also in paranormal things.

- Dylan wanted to be a ghost hunter as a child. The reason was the movie Ghost Busters, which he loves. His phone ringtone is theme song from this film.

- Dylan is a fan of The Walking Dead. Hence, the first thing that came to his mind after seeing werewolf's bite on Nick/after the werewolf bit his hand was to cut off the limb.

- Ryan is biromantic asexual.

- Dylan uses he/they.

- Dylan is demisexual biromantic or demisexual homoromantic (I don't know what a canon sexuality of dylan is so I'll leave two options)

- Laura is bisexual.

- Emma is bisexual with preference in women.

- Nick is the type of talented kid who has been praised by every adult and shown as an example, but doesn't know what he really likes.

- There is one thing, however, that Nick likes more than the others. It is cooking and baking.

- When Nick was a child he wanted to be a baker. But he didn't tell anyone about it because he was afraid that someone would make fun of him for it.

- Emma has wanted to be popular since childhood. Before being an influencer, she wrote fan fiction. This is how she discovered her love for writing.

- Emma was not popular as a child. she always stood aside. She decided to change that when she went to high school.

- Abigail is from a family of artists.

- Abigail loves reading.

- Abi also loves to write letters.

- Abigail also loves calligraphy. She has always been the type of person you take notes from. Then she got into it more and now it has become one of her hobbies.

- Laura has wanted to be a doctor since she was a child. However, with time she realised that she loved animals and wanted to be a vet.

- Jacob has a terrible sens od direction.

- I wanted to somehow explain to myself the fact that Kaitlyn was so good with guns, so a hc was born in my head that there was some kind of woodsman in her family and she was very interested in that as a child.

- Abigail designed her tattoo herself.

- Nick loves the survival programs.

- Kaitlyn is interested in photography.

- Jacob is a very emotional and sensitive person.

- Kaitlyn and Jacob were very popular at school. However, Kaitlyn was much more popular and everyone liked her.

- Kaitlyn is the type of person that both teachers and students love.

- Kaitlyn's best friend since childhood was Jacob. No one has ever become more liked by her than this idiot.

- I can bet that Jacob and Kaitlyn's friendship started when she saved him from some older kids. Maybe someone took his toy or something and he started crying and Kaitlyn wanted to comfort him.

- Most of Nick's siblings are sisters (maybe even all of them. I like to think Nicky has 6 sisters I don't know why lmao)

- Jacob is the class clown type and everyone takes advantage of the fact that he does before he thinks. Kaitlyn acts as his voice of reason.

#the quarry #nick furcillo #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #jacob custos #kaitlyn ka #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #laura kearney #max brinly

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scientific-dog · 1 year

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Me and my friend @shapter-draws made some of… Helluva Boss x Lovecraft AU?

We’re both not big fans of Helluva Boss, but we are TOTALLY big fans of Lovecraft.

So there are the point: all the characters are human, the shark-demons are the Deep Ones.

In this AU Crimson is a port mafia boss in a small and very old Italian town nearly the sea, which is pretty resemble to these infamous ones as Innsmouth and Oakmont. There are you barely find any kind of people you get used too - people here have some terrible deviations, they have scary, deformed faces, long tales and flippers which make them look like a sharks, and if you look closer to them you’ll see the gills and big sharp teeth. People call it “The Innsmouth syndrome”. The terrible illness, which is pretty wild spread in this out-of-the-way sea towns.

Crimson moved here with his young wife and a baby son long time ago. He wasn’t rich before, but, no one knows why, but after some time his business went uphill. He become very rich in this place… as soon as his wife “died in accident” and he got a lot of these gross fishmen as his partners.

And ye, as you might expect, Crimson sacrificed his wife to the sea, he sacrificed her to Father Dagon and the Deep Ones in trade for them to protect his ships in the sea, where he illegally sell the treasures and other things. Now, being the part of the cult, he succeed and became so wealthy.

Moxxie doesn’t even know about it: he barely remembers his mother, he only remembers how once he saw her shoe in the water, when his father forced him to drown someone (another victim of cult?). Despite this, growing up around these horrifying fish faces, he was afraid of his father and never asked him why this people always near.

Then, after some time when Moxxie left the town and get his own life with his wife and new work, he received a letter from his father, where he invited them all to his house for a business. Frankly speaking, Crimson became a bankrupt, because the term of the deal with Dagon comes to its end. To tie his relationship with Deep Ones better, and make their contract endless, he needs his son to marry one of fishmen (if you haven’t read “The shadow upon the Innsmouth” it is how it usually works and it is how human make deals with them xd).

And yes, a young sharkman Chaz is a perfect choice for this!

And yea, here Chaz and Moxxie met each other in teenage years! The story was pretty same to the canon, and he betrayed him too. Moxxie never knew what his father really does and he took a part in some of deals: they drop banks and illegally sell the alcohol and drugs. And during one of this deal when it went wrong, Chaz ran away and left Moxxie alone. But, Crimson saved his son from the problems, he bailed him out of jail.

So, after some time Chaz purposed Crimson to make him richer if he tied his family “closer” to his tribesmen and Father Dagon through the marriage. How Crimson could miss this chance?

But, whatever, during the time they stayed in Crimson’s home, Millie and Blitzo find out about the cult and marriage, so they all had to take Moxxie and run away at the night before the contract happened. Because if Moxxie married Chaz, he dealt with Father Dagon and nothing would save him.

So, it’s a very first variant of AU and there are also some facts:

- Crimson is not the first who did this scheme. In Innsmouth and Oakmont a lot of human families have mafia business with Deep Ones.

- Crimson is really an occultist. He is graduated from Miskatonic university. He is thirsty not only for gold, but for forbidden knowledges, and Deep Ones provided it both to him.

- Chaz is so proud of his origin. He is “a hot sexy man and shark traits makes it only better. Rawr~”

- Chaz really loved Moxxie, but he was young and coward, and really knew that his father and others won’t let Moxxie to stay in a jail.

- I.M.P. aren’t the killers. They still do not so successfull business, but they didn’t escape so easy. There’s no Lovecraftian story without eldritch horror ;)

- Crimson still being so cruel, BUT he didn’t kill Chaz, because he didn’t lie to him obviously, and he couldn’t ruin the contract with his protectors.

- Millie is a countryside woman and her family lived nearby the blasted heath where lived Gardner family and the meteorite fell long time ago. It refers to the “Color out of space”! Millie got her extraordinary physical ability because she had to bear with mutated animals because of impact of the Colour Out of Space. But since the alien left this place long time ago and whole the impact caused by small its peace wildspread around, these mutated animals are mostly enormous, large and aggressive regular animals.

- All the “imp” characters aren’t so much cruel as they are in canon. And Chaz still being stupid horny man.

#helluva boss #lovecraftian #moxxie #millie #blitzo #crimson #cringe #chaz thurman

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kiss-me-nott · 2 years

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Hii! If matchups are open could I request one with a male character from Demon Slayer?

I’m Italian, my pronouns are she/her and I’m asexual biromantic. I’m an ESFJ and a Gemini. I have green eyes and short purple hair. I dress with fairy core/ fairy grunge clothes. I wear lots of rings and love to exchange them with others.

I’m the mom friend of the group, always there for everyone and my friends say that I’m really good at comforting people. I’m also calm and responsible, I usually am the one that takes care of other people. I’m very optimistic, I always try to see the good in everything and I often put other’s needs before my own, I would do everything for the people I care about and sometimes I’ve been told that I’m too kind for my own good. I have a sarcastic humor and I love making others laugh, people say that I should be more serious and that I shouldn’t joke around so much. I don’t like when people tell me what to do and I’m not afraid to stand up for myself or for someone else. All my friends tell me I’m very smart, I get very good grades and I do well in school. I also try to help my friends with study and school as much as possible. I’m also very ambitious, I always try to achieve my goals.

My love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation.

I absolutely love listening to music, it helps me relax and I really like reading. I also love watching horror movies even though it’s impossible to scare me. I also play Dungeons and Dragons with my friends anytime I can.

I really hope I did this right, have a great day :)

no problem! and your request is perfect :) for your romantic demon slayer matchup i'm pairing you with. . .

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢 ´ˎ˗

everything about you really entrances uzui, from the way you dress, the way you look, and especially the way you hold yourself. "very flashy"

[ loves the way you dress ] i think he'd do that thing where he takes your hand and twirls you around.

there are little moments where he stops talking just to admire you. will definitely try to kiss you then, especially if you get embarrassed.

i think his rings would be too big to wear if you wanted to trade with him. don't get him wrong though, he's not letting go of it. ever. you'll probably both have matching necklace chains to wear them tho!

also, he's a huge gift giver!

the way you put others first and stand up for yourself is deeply admirable to him. [ despite knowing this, he's still at liberty to protect you no matter what ]

would love watching horror movies, only if they're not completely boring. loves to watch them for the suspense and big reveals.

if he's watching with you, he's more attentive, wondering how none of this is making you jump. [ will then proceed to try and scare you himself ]

he's the sound hashira, and he listens to all types of music all the time. especially if you show him some of the stuff you like to listen to

[ even if you wear headphones, he can hear it ] and likes to rest his head in your lap while you read. on occasion, if he hears you humming or singing anything i think he'd fall in love all over again.

like just pure butterflies in his stomach.

would probably take you to a big festival for a date. trying food + sweets, he's actually pretty good at games too! [ with his love language including gift giving, i think he'd love winning you prizes ]

;; also apologies as this took so long! (๑♡⌓♡๑) but i hope you enjoyed your matchup!

#imagines #headcannons #match up event #match ups #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kissme matchups💕#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #kny uzui #tengen uzui #uzui tengen #kny #kny imagines

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inazumaeveryday · 1 year

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Day 4

Location: Kidou’s house

Kidou: Good morning, mar.

Did you sleep well?

mar: (Hmmm, last night…)

Option 1

mar: Yep, I did! I even dreamed about Gouenji-kun’s shot!

Kidou: It’s hard to remain impassive before his Fire Tornado, I know the feeling.

Option 2

mar: Yep, I did! I even dreamed about Endou-kun’s technique!

Kidou: Oh, that move he suddenly pulled out at the end.

I wonder if he was hiding it all along? Or maybe it was just a fluke.

Did you find it that impressive that it appeared in your dreams?

Well, it happened to me too the first time I saw a professional game, so I get it.

Kidou: The food at yesterday’s party was prepared by a famous chef.

I’m kind of interested in trying to recreate the taste of it myself.

Morning practice

Kidou: Alright, we’re going to try this new training menu I’ve thought up today.

Let me know what you guys think of it.

The team: Yes!

At school

Location: hallway

Kidou: mar, I’ll be cooking dinner tonight.

I told you this morning that a famous chef prepared the food at the party last night, right?

I want to try to recreate that taste while I still remember it.

mar: (Yuuto-kun will be making dinner…)

Option 1

What kind of food is it? Japanese? Western? Maybe Chinese?

Kidou: You can request any of that if you want, it’s fine.

Option 2

mar: Wow, you even know how to cook!

Kidou: French, Italian, Russian, Thai… I’ve had to cook many different kinds of food as part of my kingcraft lessons.

Come to think of it, I might as well invite the rest of the team.

Ah, but it might be hard for you to talk if there are too many people, right? Maybe I’ll keep it to only a few people then.

This’ll be a good opportunity for you to get to know the rest of the team better, so make sure you talk a little, okay?

Henmi: Hey, um... mar-san.

Kidou-san... what’s he like at home...?

Kidou: Hey, Henmi. What are you guys whispering about?

Henmi: Ah, uh—nothing really?! I was just saying, nice weather we’re having today, right?!

Location: classroom (English)

Kidou: Fluency in English is a must if I want to play soccer overseas.

…Well, there’s no need for words to simply enjoy soccer.

Location: hallway

Kidou: Domon, your English pronunciation is really good. As expected of a returnee.

Domon: You really think so? Wow, thanks~

Domon: But, coming from you, Kidou-san… I mean, you speak like a native and you’re not even a returnee, so…

Location: classroom (science)

Kidou: This molecule looks like a string of soccer balls all attached together…

…That’d be a pretty hard ball to kick.

Location: hallway

Genda: Kidou, look!

I got a new pair of gloves! I’ll definitely stop Gouenji’s Fire Tornado next time, I promise!

Kidou: Next time…

Got it. I hope you get the chance to.

Location: classroom (math)

Kidou: We just got our math tests back. I got an average score on this one.

Kidou: Of course, an average score for me is a perfect score.

Location: cafeteria

Kidou: The food served at Teikoku is top class.

I’m talking about nutrition, of course. Though it’s true that it’s beautifully plated as well.

Location: hallway

Sakuma: mar, did you know everyone’s talking about you?

Kidou’s a big deal here—he’s the Kidou Yuuto, captain of Teikoku’s soccer club, see. And you’re always with him.

The other students find him hard to approach. A lot of them are afraid to talk to him.

Kidou: Is that so…? I did have a feeling they were avoiding me…

Location: classroom (Japanese)

Kidou: It’s easy to get sleepy during afternoon classes, but that won't be a problem here.

To think of using a book on soccer theory as teaching materials to keep us focused… The teacher knows us well.

Location: classroom (social studies)

Kidou: I’ve read a textbook that traces back Japanese history starting from the modern era.

It taught me that this kind of approach also exists.

Club activities

Kidou: Alright everyone, we’ll take a break now!

Oh, that’s right. I should decide who I’m going to invite tonight.

Hmm…

Sakuma, Genda, Domon.

I’m having a dinner party at my house tonight. Sorry about asking on such short notice, but would you guys like to come?

Sakuma: Can we?

Kidou: Of course. I was thinking it’d be good for mar to get to know you better.

Genda: Yeah, of course! You can bet I’ll be there, Kidou!

Domon: Is… is it really okay if I come too?!

Kidou: I’d like you to tell me about American soccer again. You’ve got firsthand experience with it as a returnee, right? I want to hear all about it.

Domon: Aw, shucks~ If Kidou-san’s asking, then I can’t refuse!

Kidou: Alright. We’ll have our party after practice is over. Look forward to it.

After school

Location: in the car

Kidou: I asked Hakamada to prepare the ingredients, so cooking shouldn’t take too long.

Location: Kidou’s house

The dinner party has started.

Domon: Oh my god, this is freaking delicious?!

Genda: That’s our Kidou~ Even your cooking is perfect!

Kidou: I was just trying to recreate something I ate yesterday, but it turned out surprisingly good.

Sakuma: To make something that tasty on your own, only from the memory of the taste…

I already knew this, but you’re amazing, Kidou.

Kidou: I’m glad you all like it. I was a little worried since everyone’s got different tastes.

Domon: Ah, honestly~ I’m feeling kind of jealous of you right now, mar-san~

Sakuma: Oh, come to think of it, I heard Raimon’s next opponent has been decided?

Kidou: Yeah, they’re playing Occult.

Genda: Oh, I’ve heard a lot of rumors about that school.

mar: (Rumors…?)

Option 1

mar: Like, the players are actually ghosts or something?

Kidou: Your intuition’s pretty good. You're not that far off.

Option 2

mar: Like, they’re a bunch of delinquents or something?

Kidou: No, that’s not what they’re about…

People say they put a curse on their opponents.

Everyone who’s played against them came down with a fever a few days later, or they say when they tried to shoot, their legs couldn’t move…

There’s no such thing as a curse, though, so it’s probably just some kind of trick.

Kidou: mar, is the food to your liking?

It’s nice to just sit down and talk about soccer with friends over a meal sometimes.

Ah, right. Make sure to leave some room for dessert. I made something with chocolate.

The party ends, and Sakuma and the others go home.

Location: Kidou's room

Kidou: As far as I can tell, they’ve stopped moving…

Wait, actually…? This might just be…

Oh, mar, I didn’t notice you were there. Did you have a good time today?

It’s nice to have dinner with friends once in a while, right?

mar: (This is… a video of one of Occult’s matches?)

Option 1

mar: Are you worried about Raimon?

Kidou: No, that’s not it.

Option 2

mar: Are you trying to figure out the trick to Occult’s curse?

Kidou: Yeah. I won’t be fooled by the way they call it a curse. There’s got to be something behind it.

Kidou:The Football Frontier’s coming up soon too, so this counts as research in case we end up with them as our opponents.

Well, be it Occult or Raimon—whoever the winner is, they’ll still be no match for us.

#homophobic of the player character to not ask kidou to invite henmi when he asked them what kidous like at home just a few hours before

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