This is a call out post for Ace Austin being in my dreams despite me thinking of Kenny Omega while falling asleep

GRAVES MASTERLIST

from heartwarming tales that tug at your emotions to thrilling adventures that leave you on the edge of your seat, this masterlist offers a diverse range of stories to suit every reader's taste. whether you're a reader looking for your next favorite story or a writer seeking inspiration, this masterlist is designed to connect you with the vibrant storytelling.

━━━━ ⧗ most work contain angst and fluff. ━━━━ ᗢ be polite or get blocked. ━━━━ ⧗ welcome gays, leave men. ━━━━ ᗢ dom!female!reader x sub!wandanat ( scarlizzie ) ━━━━ ⧗ english is not my first language, so excuse my poor grammar and poor writing style. ━━━━ ᗢ #natsgrave — my personal hashtag.

━━━━ ⧗ #grave fic reco's — fic reblogs.

━━━━ ᗢ #graves iq reco's — funny / wholesome quotes that i found.

W. MAXIMOFF | E. OLSEN request open!

━━━━ ᗢ tolerate it | pt. 2 While you were out building other worlds, where was I? You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins? ━━━━ ᗢ midnight rain She was sunshine, I was midnight rain. She wanted a bride, I was making my own name, chasing that fame. ━━━━ ᗢ new year's day I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's day. Please, don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere. ━━━━ ᗢ inside my palm She said; the whole world can fit inside my palm. ━━━━ ᗢ cake The role you made me play of the fool, how you laugh when you lie, I got a list of names and yours is in red underlined. Oh, look what you made me do. ━━━━ ᗢ scary witch The stars in your eyes shined brighter in tupelo, and if you're ever tired of being known for who you know, you know, you'll always know me. ━━━━ ᗢ flirting Baby, was it over then? Is it over now? ━━━━ ᗢ boobs There's nothin' like a mad woman, what a shame she went mad. No one likes a mad woman, you made her like that. ━━━━ ᗢ do you want my number? I'm captivated by you, baby, like a fireworks show. I see sparks fly, whenever you smile, get me with those green eyes, baby. ━━━━ ᗢ bus The old lady thinks that you and lizzie make a really good couple. ━━━━ ᗢ mommy  I loved you in secret. I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets, picture of your face in an invisible locket. And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis. People started talking, putting us through our paces, I knew there was no one in the world who could take it. ━━━━ ᗢ cold And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name. And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away. That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend ━━━━ ᗢ use me' You're a mansion with a view, do the girls back home touch you like I do? ━━━━ ᗢ kids' And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenches. Give you my wild, give you a child. Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other. ━━━━ ᗢ distant In a world of boys, she's a gentlewoman. ━━━━ ᗢ she's back Sometimes I wonder; when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me? Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine, all the damn time. ━━━━ ᗢ soulmate What a shame, didn't want to be the one that got away. Taking down the pictures and the plans we made. Big mistake, you broke the sweetest promise that you never should have made.

━━━━ ᗢ her villain 'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars with their range rovers and their jaguars never took me quite way you do. ━━━━ ᗢ greatest what if Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around. ━━━━ ᗢ professor maximoff Why is she just so oblivious? ━━━━ ᗢ heart I knew it from the first old fashioned, we were cursed. Should've known I'd be the first to leave think about the place where you first met me.

━━━━ ᗢ you're losing me How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'? Do I throw out everything we built or keep it? And you know what they all say, you don't know what you got until it's gone. ━━━━ ᗢ after the fight | pt. 2 Echoes of your name inside my mind, hiding my obsession. I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy. ━━━━ ᗢ last memory If I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were still around. What died didn't stay dead, you're alive, so alive, in my head. ━━━━ ᗢ shadows of the night Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby and I'm a monster on the hill. Too big to hang out, slowly lurching toward your favorite city pierced through the heart, but never killed. I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror, it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero. ━━━━ ᗢ love A string that pulled me, out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar. Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire, chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons. One single thread of gold tied me to you. And isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? ━━━━ ᗢ birthday Your wish is my command. ━━━━ ᗢ wedding Sometimes giving up is the strong thing, sometimes to run is the brave thing, sometimes walking out is the one thing, that will find you the right thing. The snaps from the same little breaks in your soul, you know when it's time to go. ━━━━ ᗢ champagne problems I never was ready, so I watch you go. But you'll find the real thing instead, she'll patch up your tapestry that I shred. You won't remember all my champagne problems. ━━━━ ᗢ compliments she deserves it all.

N. ROMANOFF | S. JOHANSSON

request closed! ━━━━ ⧗ pick up lines And that's how it works, that's how you got the girl.

━━━━ ⧗ high school sweetheart You wear the same jewels that I gave you as you bury me. I didn't have it in myself to go with grace and you're the hero flying around, saving face. And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? ━━━━ ⧗ coffee I've been spending the last eight months, thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end. But on a wednesday, in a cafe, I watched it begin again. ━━━━ ⧗ cold hearted You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face, 'cause look at your face. And I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way. ━━━━ ⧗ it was you' Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted. Can't turn back now, I'm haunted. ━━━━ ⧗ the photographer and actress Big reputation, you and me, we'd be a big conversation. It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold. You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks, so here's the truth from my red lips. ━━━━ ⧗ thank you Why'd you have to lead me on? Why'd you have to twist the knife? Walk away and leave me bleedin'. ━━━━ ⧗ the knight All I know is you held the door, you'll be mine and I'll be yours. All I know since yesterday is everything has changed. ━━━━ ⧗ my atlantis To kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed. You drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleedin'. I knew you tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy. ━━━━ ⧗ ex I used to say never say never, but we are never getting back together, like ever. ━━━━ ⧗ in the next lifetime But in those photos, I saw us instead and, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other in another life. You still would've turned my head even if we'd met. You're always gonna be mine, we're gonna be timeless. ━━━━ ⧗ you have flour When you think of all the late nights, lame fights over the phone. Your past and mine are parallel lines, stars all aligned and they intertwined. ━━━━ ⧗ we both had our chance I persist and resist the temptation to ask you if one thing had been different, would everything be different today? ━━━━ ⧗ i miss you Now, I fear I have fallen from grace and I feel like my castle's crumbling down. ━━━━ ⧗ what's the answer? Spending the next few years of my life looking for answers from her. ━━━━ ⧗ short You think she's just being dramatic about it. ━━━━ ⧗ she doesn't love me anymore What the fuck? ━━━━ ⧗ this is your fault Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen? Hang up, give up, and for the life of us, we can't get back. ━━━━ ⧗ bad temper | pt. 2 | pt. 3 My words shoot to kill when I'm mad, I have a lot of regret about that. ━━━━ ⧗ teddy bear Seems like she don't hate Mr. cuddle that much. ━━━━ ⧗ you forgot your clothes I'm so chill, but you make me jealous, but I got your heart skippin'. You know I'm not a bad girl but I do bad things with you. ━━━━ ⧗ i'm falling again Oh oh, I'm falling inlove again. ━━━━ ⧗ gorgeous specimen I was enchanted to meet you. ━━━━ ⧗ too late words— how little they mean when you're a little too late. ━━━━ ⧗ how to seduce your wife | pt. 2 I would stay forever if you say, don't go. ━━━━ ⧗ threesome' All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting, 'cause I don't want you like a best friend. ━━━━ ⧗ i hate you Remembering her comes in flashbacks and echoes, tell myself it's time now gotta let go. But moving on from her is impossible, when I still see it all in my head, in burning red. ━━━━ ⧗ streamer' Don't worry, you're safe, the stream's off. ━━━━ ⧗ recreating memories I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you. I once believed love would be black and white but it's golden, like daylight. ━━━━ ⧗ ribbon Found my way back to her. ━━━━ ⧗ you went home early I know that I'm a handful, baby. But one of these things is not like the others, baby doll, when it comes to a lover I promise that you'll never find another like me. ━━━━ ⧗ eight years This is the last time I'm asking you why, you break my heart in the blink of an eye.

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How about a yandere villain (that’s lowkey a little dumb) x reader sidekick (who always eats it up)

✨Y.E.S✨

I'm not a native english speaker so i search about "eats it up" meaning and from what i understand is like loving/enjoying something, is that right?

warnings// obsession,yandere themes,mentionof blood at the end,the part where you're young there wasn't any romantic feelings!!,not proofread

refrence//you.my precious.

gener//headcanon just 'couse.

a/n//i put a backstory for them because...yeah.

•you met when you was young,two lost children in the street.

•because you two living the same you start following him around like a lost puppy.

•he was annoyed at the start,but soom start to soften.

•you're younger than him So he make you his responsibility.

•he was stealing to bring you two food,most of the time he get caught but he such a good runner.

•now you're older and still together

•known as the "villains" of the city.

•you don't really care what people will call you,You owe him your life,he saved and took care of you.

•and he still do.

•you two were dreaming of a peaceful life when you were younger.

•but your boss,aka the villain,grew hatred toward who call themselves "heros".

•if they were heros,they would have known about you two and helped you to get somewhere to live at atleast.

•they're just a money dogs.

•he didn't force you into anything,He gave you the freedom to make decisions,and you stayed.

•that made him feel strange,for the first time someone really care about him.(not like you didn't in the past it's just different when you're adults)

•his feelings start to grew every year, month, week, hour, minute, second.

•oh god,where you always that beautiful?

•or when you patch his wounds,it take everything in him to not just kiss you right right here.

•Oh, someone hurt you? dead.

•someone said something bad about you? dead.(he knows don't ask how)

•he also has such a pure soul...yeah he kill but he still has SUCH A PURE SOUL.

*calls the hero*

"now listen to me hero I've"

beep

*stunned* "did they hang up on me just now?!"

"look darling i just figured out how to make the hero beg under me"

"hm?"

"I'm gonna steal thier dog"

"..."

•and you love that about him,of course if he was too dumb and put himself in danger you'll step in.

•otherwise it's fun to watch.

• he sometimes tries to flirt with you but end up ruining it all,or you flip it on him and he'll just be a tomato mess.

•but when he serious and extremely possessive he might be a bit..bit scary

•he was going to a dangerous mission/battle and you wanted to go along

•there was a cold,demanding gaze you see for the first time when he told you won't go.

•or when you disguised as a civilians for a "secret mission"(actually he just took you on a date-) and someone creepy start saying such things to you...no one has seen him again:D

•also he loves spoiling you,it's his way of making up for your deprived childhood.

•he don't want anything in return but to see your smile.

poor guy just wanted a house to live in together:(

BONUS

blood and dead bodies all over the place,your plan has success! you defeated six heroes atleast, and you two don't have that dangerous injuries too.

what a lucky day,you thought.

the villain pulled you by your wrist,taking you out your thoughts,and slide his hand on your waist to make you as close to him as possible.

he looks deep in your eyes,with this loving gaze.

"how about we dance,my precious?" he said in a husky voice. God,you're making him drunk.

before you can answer he start swaying you right and left softly.

maybe he'll go and live with you a peaceful life without the "villain" title.

I TRIED TO MAKE THIS HAS A BIT CRACK BUT I COULDN'T SORRY

istg i know this isn't what you want but that's how it turned out with me

have a nice day/night♡

Denki Kaminari × Reader "Rough night"

I've suffered with night terrors for a long while so I hope this is something that can help you if it applies<3

It was a rather gloomy night in the UA dorms, training had seemed extra hard and your body felt weak. Taking a long shower swaring up and down to your boyfriend you wouldn't pass out, luckily you didn't, in fact you felt a lot better. Still shitty just a little less so now that you feel clean. Despite how Denki acted around his classmates he was a pretty caring person, still extremely hyper but caring nonetheless.

You made it a point not to tell Denki about your rather frequent nightmares but on night when it was particularly bad you'd go over to his dorm and play videogames and cuddle playing it off as insomnia, which was technically true. Leaving out the fact the reason you were scared to sleep or flat out couldn't was because of your mind.

This night in particular it was extra hard to get to sleep, but you knew Denki would already be asleep. You tried to push through eventually falling asleep, only to be awaken clenching your chest and hyperventilating. You pick up your phone clicking on your boyfriends contact, it rang and rang and just as you were about to hang up you hear static before Denki answer "Sparks?? What's up.. it's like 4am" he says still groggy, you can practically hear his eyes being heald open "Can I come over, I can't sleep" you say attempting too hide the panic instilled into your voice. There is a few seconds of silence before you hear him shifting around. "You know, if something is actually bothering you you can talk to me Sparks" he says pausing for a moment before taking a deep breath "I know you well enough to know this isn't just insomnia. I can hear the shakiness in your voice"

You can now hear him moving around seemingly walking around his room perhaps? Thinking of an excuse in your head you hear a knock at the door. "Denki Kaminari you better not be outside my door" You say pulling your body out of bed and opening the door. "Damn you managed to make looking sad and tired so fucking cute" he says grabbing your hand and pulling you to your bed makinig you lay down. As you move around getting comfortable you feel Denki wrap his hands around your waist.

"I'm not gonna make you talk but you are going to get a good night's rest" he says pulling you further into him. After about 30 minutes of cuddling and mindless talking Denki fell asleep, as did you not long after. However peace only lasts so long in the void that is your mind.

The dream that has decided to burden your sleep was that of your boyfriend, tied up and being tortured by some villain. Despite your best efforts you were nothing but a shadow whose streams could not be heard.

"Denki!" You gasp sitting up holding your chest and looking around. You feel a hand on yours, "Sparks..it's late why are you-" you stops mid sentence getting a better look at you. He sees the worried look that seems to be covering your otherwise cheerful smiles "Hey, it's okay your okay" he says rubbing his hands up and down your back. You lean back against your bed placing your head on Denki's shoulder you can feel the tears on your face as you cling to your boyfriend feeling his hands wipe your tears away. "Is this what you were hiding from me? Sparks, nightmares are nothing to be ashamed of. "

You told Denki more about the nightmares later that day and he helped you find ways to cope and rationalize your dreams making sleepless nights less common. With the occasional one here and there Denki was there to talk you out your fears, be it on the phone or a late night cuddle session.

The boy may be a huge flirt but he knows how to make it count. Finding ways to pull you from your darkness and into the light of his corny pick up lines.

Request are open!

This one was kinda messy I've been off and on writing it all day, exams are killing me

The roses you sowed

Pairing: jealous Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: angst

Words: 1600

Note: OMG guys I just got my first request! Of course you can ask and I shall deliver. Hope this is gonna be up to your expectation dear. This is a free continuation of Barely a friend (can be read as a series or separately). I have a good idea for a third final (happy) part, but I'll only write it if I get a request for it so feel free to slide into my inbox.

Down and burned out. That’s how you have felt for the past two weeks. And the reason for that was just one, Lady Lesso. Your now ex-lover and friend who you thought you’ll surpass the whole world with. Everything was going so good at first. You became friends, then lovers. You’d spent so many little and big moments together, watching the stars, dancing under the moon, or just talking and reading together. You thought you’ll become the fated couple, the one true love no one could keep apart. Your happily ever after.

That was until she said you’re just a waste of space and time. The fact she took you for just a fuck buddy in the end broke your heart. You were too innocent, too naïve, too good for such evil truth. You didn’t want to believe it at first. Every morning you hoped it was just a bad dream, a nightmare the wicked spirits prepared to torment you. And every day you were broken a bit more to find out it was actually the harsh reality.

You became more distant and colder, something all your colleagues and even some students took notice of. You were still the sweet and caring Y/n, yet you never smiled anymore, your answers lacked compassion and your outfits were made of cold dark tones. Even the dean of good herself got a bit worried about your state. But nobody knew why the sudden change. How could they? You and Lesso always kept your somewhat relationship secret. No one could know the reputable dean of evil shares bed with the cute little teacher of good.

You carefully hang up a flower garland around the hall, preparing the place for the arrival of royal families. Your school hosted an annual meeting every year, welcoming new princes and princesses who finished their own story. The new winner had a chance to meet their seasoned counterparts and the first year students had new heroes to look up to. Maybe you’d consider inviting the villains too, if only they’d win anything in the last hundred years.

You busied yourself with preparations as you couldn’t stand standing around all day doing nothing. It gave you too much time to think and with thinking dark thoughts came immediately. So you offered yourself to decorate the room and prepare the menu, running it by the kitchen chief. Professor Dovey was happy you decided to involve yourself, it might be good for your mental health. You needed to get out of your shell soon, or you’ll become one dark stormy cloud.

As you were manipulating the flowers to look exactly how you ideated, you leaned over just a little too much and the stepladder under you gave up leaving you to fall to the ground. You screamed in shock, yet you didn’t painfully land on your butt as you imagined. Rather in strong hands that kept you safe from the hard floor. You slowly opened your eyes not sure you wanted to see where you ended up.

“Hello.” a sweet man’s voice greeted you. “Hope you didn’t get hurt too much?”

You couldn’t help but smile back for the first time in weeks. “No, thanks to you. I believe you saved my ass and my pride.”

“No need to thank me, it was my pleasure. Saving princesses in trouble is kinda my job.” he jokes.

“And it is my job to be polite mister..?” you looked at him questioningly.

“The name is prince Phillip my lady.” he smirks at you with a toothpaste commercial worthy smile.

“Well Mr. Phillip I think it’s time you put me down.” you remind him politely, not flirting too much but still enjoying his company.

“I wouldn’t mind carrying you around tho.” he remarks but sets you gently down regardless.

“Are you here for the hero celebration? It’s still two days till then.” you curiously ask.

“Yes, I came early to take care of other business too. And maybe I could help you out a little since I’m already here? You know, so that you don’t risk your life on the ladder again.” he offers.

You gladly agreed, hoping to get the work done faster and maybe have someone to talk to while doing it. Prince Phillip turned out to be educated, funny and actually not at all self-centered. You laughed with him and for a minute forgot to be the sad gloomy teacher. When you finished, he accompanied you to dinner and you offered to show him around the castle tomorrow. Neither of you noticed the redhead piercing you with her eyes the whole time. You’ve spent too much time pining after her when she wouldn’t spare you a glance to care now.

Leonora was desperately trying to convince herself she doesn’t care. She was just fucking you, and she can fuck anyone. Who cares you seem to be vanishing in front of her eyes? Who cares you look like you haven’t slept in a month? She doesn’t. So why should she care that you have a prince dancing around you? Taking you out? Making you laugh? Holding your hands? She definitely doesn’t. She isn’t one to care.

Except she does. And she can’t stand the image of you being happy with somebody else. Nobody should be allowed to make you laugh but her. She has to divert her eyes every time she sees you walking around the gardens with him. She feels like throwing up seeing him holding your waist. She has felt many emotions in her life. She felt satisfaction of torturing her failing students. She felt malicious glee secretly destroying Dovey’s flower beds. But she has never felt such jealousy like she felt now and she hated it.

Leonora Lesso was jealous. Jealous of the way this stupid prince was looking at you. Jealous of the fact he made you laugh. Jealous you let him touch you so intimately nobody else but she did. She tried avoiding you, having sex with someone else, burying herself in piles of work. But nothing could take this foul feeling of jealousy away. It was eating her alive every time she set eyes on you and your seemingly undetachable prince charming.

On the night of the hero welcoming she wished to be anywhere but here. She didn’t care to dress up, it’s not like she planned to spend more time than absolutely necessary. Opting to keep her standard attire of tailored suit and cane, hoping to blend in as much as possible. Yet her eyes were unconsciously looking for her princess in the crowd. And they found her as she stepped into the room, all dolled up, on the hand of the prince. She looked ethereal, like a fairy tale gone real. And Lesso wished nothing more than to be the one whose hand she’s holding.

Lesso clutched her cane so hard her knuckles were going white as she watched you dancing the night away, laughing and drinking with the foolish prince. She even contemplated arranging a little accident. Falling off of the astronomy tower suddenly didn’t sound so bad for the prince. If only looks could kill, hers would be deadly now. Sadly they can’t, so it did nothing but bother her and her alone, having to witness your rendezvous.

“Well you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself.” Dovey’s cheery voice snapped Lesso out of her murderous thoughts.

“And you find it surprising?” the dean of evil countered, she was never happy to make an appearance at such events, but it was her unpleasant duty.

“Maybe try to cheer yourself up a little, loosen up. You might find the ball surprisingly entertaining.” with unsolicited advice the dean of good got lost in the crowd with her glass of punch.

I’d find it entertaining cutting this fool’s head of, Lesso thought. But as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t do that. So she had to painfully stand around and watch you being lost in this dude’s eyes and dumb hero stories for at least half an hour more before she could inconspicuously disappear. Good thing is she didn’t have to see you the whole day after that, making excuses of being intoxicated from the night before. It was a lie, she barely had a glass of champagne. But she rather locked herself in her bedroom than risking seeing you with the dipshit again.

That was until the afternoon teachers’ meeting. Lesso didn’t rush to the library, knowing she’ll have to face your probably too happy face. What she didn’t expect was prince perfect standing by the table too. But she knew better than to ask questions and appear too interested in the good school’s business. She took her place by the head of the table, Dovey sitting across from her.

“Good afternoon. It is my pleasure to start this meeting with happy news.” the dean of good took the word. “Prince Phillip agreed to be so kind and join our staff. I believe he will lead our students to their amazing abilities and victories.”

Half the table started clapping but Lesso was having none of it. Her face was void of emotions, just blankly staring at the table. The rest of the meeting flew right pass her not keeping attention on anything. He’s staying. The poor excuse of a hero is staying, teaching right by your side at the school for good. You’re gonna share your methods and knowledge with him. He’s gonna take you away form her… more than he already has. And she can’t do anything about it. She’s reaping the roses she sowed.

Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x5 Good Form

Summary:  A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.  Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 745

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28)

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Killian touched his lips softly, almost reverently, as he sat alone in the forest. She’d kissed him.  She’d actually kissed him.  Killian reached for his flask, needing the familiar burn of the rum on his tongue to prove to himself that he was awake and was not, in fact, in the throws of a delicious dream.

He’d flirted with her, smiling his teasing smile and playfully touching his lips as he suggested a way she might thank him for his service toward her father, but he’d never expected her to take him up on his suggestion.

Not that he was complaining.  That kiss had been…. He blew out a long sigh.  Even for a man so normally silver tongued as he was, there were no words.

It was more than the kiss itself–that had been steamy, passionate, blissful, of course–but it was more than that. It was….it was what the kiss revealed.

He loved her.  He was in love with her.  She’d snuck under his defenses as stealthily as any pirate could have, and without his knowledge, she’d taken possession of his heart.

It was an uncomfortable feeling, if he were being honest.  He’d never been one to bestow his love lightly, but when he did, there was no going back.  He’d spent two-hundred bloody (often literally) years in Neverland because of love for Milah, for heaven’s sake.  The thought of moving on from her, of bestowing his heart on another and giving her the power to crush it as thoroughly as Milah’s death had done…

He took another long swallow.

Well, there was nothing for it now.  It had happened.  He’d fallen in love again.

As he continued to sit and ruminate on the events of the day, it occurred to him that while the revelation of his love was momentous, it was by no means the only noteworthy thing that had happened that day.

This place, Neverland, had a truly ghastly effect on its inhabitants.  It had a way of bringing one's worst fears, one's greatest insecurities, one's biggest regrets to mind.  This place was depression in physical form.  He’d survived his last stint here with the aid of one thing and one thing only–his revenge.  That goal, that singular purpose had allowed him to keep his wits about him.

This time around….well, the fact that he’d allowed the Crocodile on his ship, formed a tentative truce with him, proved that he had given up on that revenge.  Without that singular focus to ruminate upon, he’d spent the hours on this island this go around reminded of his sins, his faults, the fact that he was a villain whom the heroes tolerated only.

Hadn’t David said it himself this morning? “Let me give you a bit of advice, Hook. She’s never gonna like you.  How could she?  You’re nothing but a pirate.”

Though he’d tried to keep the mocking grin on his face, it had stung, and for the first time, Killian realized how very much he wanted to change his life, become the kind of man Emma’s father–a man who was so much like his own hero, Liam–would approved of.

But at that moment, the gloom of Neverland had descended, and he’d come to realize he’d never be that man; he’d never overcome his past.  He’d never reach a higher status than “the pirate with which we’ve formed a temporary but begrudging alliance”.

And so it had continued throughout the day.  David had taken pains to make his disdain and dislike known and felt, taking small verbal digs at him, even as he attempted to save his life.

So it was that the second most astounding event of the day–second only to the kiss–had happened.  When they’d returned to camp after achieving their ends at the top of Dead Man’s Peak, David had not only given him credit, but had toasted him, had bestowed on him the look of approval and gratitude Killian had never dared hope to receive from him.

It had embarrassed him a bit, having the entire company of heroes and Regina (he still wasn’t sure where upon the hero-villain spectrum she truly belonged) raise a flask to him, but the warmth it engendered had been as potent as his rum.

For the first time, he could see a way forward.  Maybe he didn’t have to be forever defined by his past villainous deeds.  Perhaps….perhaps there was a path to redemption available for him after all.

NEXT CHAPTER->

Could you write smt with a villain who lets the hero get away with stuff all the time because of how they feel about them and lets the hero cross personal boundaries that the hero’s allies wouldn’t even dream of until one day the hero fucks up big time and the villain reminds them of their place

"I wonder, perhaps," the villain mused, "if you have forgotten who I am."

The hero's throat felt tight, attention pinballing between the villain's face, their casual posture, and the body on the floor. 

Their best friend looked so small. So unlike themselves. 

The hero opened their mouth but nothing would come out except the raw, painful shock of it, wordless. They felt like they'd taken a knife to the stomach, all the blood and guts rushing out of them, before the full extent of what had happened even registered. Before they could think what to do. All they could do was put a numb metaphorical hand to the area as a numb, metaphorical voice in their head told them with slight hysteria to 'apply pressure' as if it wasn't already far too light.

There was so much blood on the floor between the two of them.

The hero's trembling fingers flexed.

"I'm not your tamed monster pet." The villain met the hero's eyes, their own blazing. "I'm not some toothless thing no longer dangerous, except in the memory of what I once was. And I'm certainly not someone you can push, and push, and push without ever pushing back."

"I - I don't - you -" The hero's fists curled, hard. Anger began to bubble up their lungs.

"You have your lines," the villain said, leaning back upon their makeshift throne, fingers steepled, voice oh so calm. "Your boundaries. I have taken infinite care in the past not to cross them, despite the frequent liberties you take with me. Or did you think that my mercy was merely accidental? Something that required no effort?"

"I thought you were better than this." It came out croaky.

"Mm. This is one of your boundaries, isn't it? The wholesale slaughter of someone you care about? I pay attention."

"You're trying to hurt me."

It was such a dumb thing to say. So obvious. So not the point, and so exactly the point that the hero's head reeled.

The villain's lip curled in something like contempt, and something else entirely.

"You went too far."

"I didn't - if you'd just -"

The villain laughed. There was nothing joyous to it, not even a wicked sort of glee. "You didn't know? Is that it? You didn't care to know, or if you did, you figured it didn't really matter in your pursuit of what you considered right. What you wanted to achieve. I'm sure it was a great moment for you."

The hero's jaw clenched. "I haven't killed any of your people. I haven't gone out of my way to hurt you."

"No," the villain said. "You simply humiliated me."

"What?"

"The other night."

The hero stared at them. They'd thought -

"That's what this is about? That's what you killed them for?" It came out shrill. "You can fix a reputation. You can't bring someone back to life!"

All they'd done was use the villain as a cover, said they loved them and gushed and flirted so that no one would pay attention as they infiltrated...

"What you need to learn, hero," the villain's voice was no longer quite so calm either, "is that just because something doesn't matter to you, doesn't mean that it doesn't matter. All I did was hit back equally hard. You were not without warning."

"I didn't think you'd care, I-"

"-I realise I am partially to blame. I let you get away with far too much," the villain said. "I can see that now. The favours, the little insults, the flirting. The consistent way you would press past my boundaries when everyone else was smart enough to leave it alone. I suppose you called it bravery."

"You called it that too." The tectonic plates of the hero's world had shifted beneath their feet, or so it felt. "I didn't think it would make you this angry - I didn't -"

"No," the villain said. "You didn't think. I hope this will be an effective reminder to."

The hero shook their head, and their nerveless limbs finally moved, away from the door to crumple to their knees before their friend, to cradle their head. "You're a monster."

"Yes," the villain said, and finally their voice was almost kind, almost like how the hero remembered it being in the moments when - "yes, I am. That's the lesson, buddy." They rose to their feet, powers roiling like turbulent waters, and pressed a heart (their friend's heart, god was their friend's bloody heart?!) into the hero's hand. "Don't ever assume to embarrass me for your own gain again. Or the next time," they pressed their lips to the hero's ear, looming over them like the storybook nightmare everyone else always hissed that they were, "the heart I give you back will be yours."

Worship Me Like I Worship You | Bakugo Katsuki & Reader

Summary ~ You love Katsuki. You worship him like the God he is. You would do anything for him. So what is this switch that flipped in your mind when you finally have him?

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!Psycho!Reader, yandere themes, characters are in their 20's, stalking, roofying, dubcon/noncon but sex doesnt happen, Idk what else to tag.. psycho-shit, I guess lol

Note ~ Hey y'all.. I really have no explanation for this one.. I wanted to try my hand at writing twisted/psycho stuff and this is what I churned out. Now, it is based off of a couple of songs (All Around Me by Flyleaf and God Complex by Violent Vira) so just like Nicotine, I'm sorry if it's cringe. Welp, buckle in Lovelies because Reader really said "Marbles? What marbles??"

The day you got hired on as a secretary for Dynamight’s hero agency was the single greatest day of your life. You had been following the progress of Dynamight’s career since he started to get famous back in high school. Ever since you were thirteen years old and had first seen him on your TV during the UA Sports Festival his first year, you had known that he was the one.

Every video, news article, and picture uploaded online of Dynamight, aka Katsuki Bakugo, was automatically saved to your phone or computer so that you could look at him anytime you wanted. His loud and brash personality, explosive Quirk, and frequent encounters with villains made sure to keep him within the media’s sights and it really felt like he was all around you.

“Every time I see his face.. it’s like he’s thickening the air I’m breathing but in the best way possible. Like I’m burning and not used to seeing him, not used to seeing a God. Something about him makes me feel like I’m alive.” You dazedly tried explaining to a friend one day when they had noticed your obsession taking off not long after Katsuki’s hero debut.

Of course, your friend had no idea what you were going on about and had looked at you with such concern and.. fear. You couldn’t understand how your friend didn’t see the white light that shone behind Katsuki, illuminating the sacred being so brightly that you cry sometimes. How, in your dreams, Katuski takes your outstretched hand and promises to never leave you as you shout your beliefs in him, tell him that you worship him, and make sure he knows that he owns your heart and soul.

Now, years later, you no longer speak to that friend or any of your old friends. You don’t speak to anybody, really, but you don’t care. All you need is Katsuki and now, working at his agency, you’re going to have him.

Your Quirk, when it manifested, was registered as a weak and non-threatening anesthetic gaseous-type Quirk. When activated, your Quirk came out of your mouth upon an exhale as a colorless and odorless gas that you could control the potency of if you were to train it. The only tell that your Quirk had when it was activated was your body feeling physically colder to the touch. And, luckily enough for you, you are immune to the effects of your anesthetics with the exception of hypothermia from overuse.

Weak and non-threatening; that’s what your Quirk had been.. when you were a little kid. But you’ve trained with it in secret over the years, your test subjects being any animals you could get close enough to and unsuspecting people. You have worked hard to master the levels of potency depending on the subject, the proximity you would need to be to a subject, and keeping yourself warm so as to keep from developing hypothermia when pushing the limits of your Quirk.

You spent years putting together your plan and perfecting every single detail. The final piece of your puzzled plan falling into place when you discreetly snagged the Quirk canceling cuffs from an overly flirtatious officer that was chatting you up one day at the agency. You had blown a puff of weakly potented gas their way and the fucker had spent the next 20 minutes in a dazed high too busy poorly flirting with you to realize that you had made any move to touch them at all.

Currently, it’s a little after ten at night and Katsuki has just walked into the agency to finish up his shift then change out of his hero costume. You’re sitting in your car that’s parked not far from his in the lot and getting into character. You have about twenty five to thirty minutes until Katsuki walks out of the building and to his car, the perfect amount of time.

Your forehead is resting against the top of your steering wheel, your hands clutching the sides tightly with white knuckles, and loud sobs leave your mouth. A knocking on your window startles you and your head jerks up to see who it could possibly be at this late hour. There is a watery and truly pitiful look on your face when your eyes connect with sharp crimson ones.

You reach a shaky hand out to the door handle and open it slowly so Katsuki has time to move back to allow you to open the door fully. Your car’s interior lights don’t kick on, in fact none of your car’s lights come on, when you open the door and you let out a pathetic whimper.

“What are you still doing here?” Katsuki asks, his gruff tone holding slight irritation and discomfort.

Mentally you melt over the sound of that rough voice speaking words to you. You let the sound play on loop in your mind as you answer him in the most ‘helpless-damsel-in-distress’ voice you can manage.

“I-I’m s-so s-sorry, Dynamight, S-Sir.. M-my car w-won’t s-start.. I-I’m not s-sure wh-what’s wrong with i-it..” You stutter out between sobs.

“You didn’t think to call a friend to come get ya? Or maybe a tow truck?” Katsuki questions exasperatedly and you let out a couple more sobs.

“I-I h-haven’t m-made any fr-friends, y-yet.. I-I’m s-still new a-around h-here.. Pl-plus m-my ph-phone i-is d-dead..” You cry and stutter out then put your face into your hands.

Katsuki lets out a heavy and annoyed sigh, “Okay, okay, just calm down. Fuck, alright, let me take a look. I know some shit about cars.”

Your head snaps up and you look at him with max amounts of pathetic relief, “R-really?! Th-thank y-you so much, Dynamight!”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, and just call me Bakugo. I’m not in my damn hero gear right now. And pop the hood.”

“S-sorry, Bakugo..” You quietly apologize, then attempt to look for the lever to pop the hood. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the emotions of Katsuki’s short fuse flicker across his face before he schools his features and takes a deep breath.

“Move. I’ll do it.” He says curtly and you move out of the way for him.

“Thank you so much, Katsuki.” You say, your voice sultry and free of the shaky patheticness it’s held the whole time.

“The fuck did you just s-” He tries to angrily question but you’ve already blown a cloud of gas his direction and the effects are almost immediate. His face changes to surprise as his body gives out and falls back into your driver’s seat, then within seconds his eyes close and his breaths deepen.

You act quickly, pulling the Quirk canceling cuffs from behind your back and securing them around his wrists. You hum a happy tune to yourself as you move his unconscious body to the back seat with minimal struggle. Luckily, you have been hardcore working out in preparation for this part of the plan. You just knew that like any other God out there, Katsuki was built and densely packed full of muscle.

Once you have him situated in the backseat, you pop open the hood, reconnect your battery, then slide into the driver’s seat and start the car. ‘I know some shit about cars too, my lovely Katsuki!’ You think with a giggle as you leave the parking lot.

You drive for a few hours, occasionally blowing mentally measured doses of anesthetic gas into the backseat to keep Katsuki asleep. Finally, you drive carefully down a dirt road that leads to an old family farmhouse that you have fond memories of. The better of those memories being the most recent ones where you came out here to prepare the house so that it may be fitting of a God such as Katsuki. Though as you half drag, half carry his unconscious body into said house, something in you begins to feel.. ungratified.

You bring Katsuki to the guest room on the first story of the house and get him onto the bed. As an extra precaution, you blow a bit more gas into his face before going back out to the car to get your bags. Quickly getting back into the house and locking the front door behind you, you bring all of your stuff to the guest room and get to work.

In hindsight, it may have been a bit excessive buying chains to keep Katsuki in place.. but what if the cuffs failed at some point, huh? If you used rope then he would be able to blast right through them. At least chains would give him more of a challenge, and if there is anything that you know for sure about Katsuki, it’s that he loves a challenge.

So you get to work chaining each of his ankles to the bed posts at the foot of the bed. Then you disconnect the chain between the wrist cuffs and attach chains to each of his wrists that connect to the headboard. You stand back to look over your work, to take in his peaceful sleeping features, and realize that maybe you should have changed him before chaining him up.. Oh well, too late now, hopefully his jeans are comfy. All that’s left to do is wait for Katsuki to wake up.

It takes a total of three and a half hours for Katuski to finally stir and begin to wake from his forced slumber. Grumbles of slurred curses fall from his mouth and his eyes flutter open as he brings a hand up to his head. You watch this whole waking process from a chair in the corner of the room, some thoughts that have accumulated over the last few hours weighing heavy in your mind.

“Where the fuck am I? The fuck’s going on?” Katsuki angrily asks, the slur of his words starting to wear off.

“You are in the presence of your biggest worshiper, Katsuki.” You answer calmly, your legs crossed and hands clasped in your lap.

“Jesus fucking christ! I’m gonna kill you, you psychotic bitch!!” Katsuki shouts and aims a hand at you in an attempt to send a blast your way while he also tries to launch himself off the bed.

When neither action is successful he stares down at himself in horror while you just let out a semi-tired sigh. He looks back up to you as horror, shock, rage, and whatever else may be bubbling under his skin fights over who gets to contort his face.

“Maybe I was your biggest worshiper.. I’ve been having some interesting thoughts and feelings since we got here.” You ponder out loud as you pick at the threads of your pants.

“You’re fucking crazy!! What the fuck have you done to my Quirk?! Do you know how fucking screwed you’re about to be when people find out you’ve.. Find out about what you’ve done?! Ever heard of fucking Tar-”

“Enough, Katsuki.” You say sharply while holding a hand up. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Why you became a hero? So you could be praised? Loved? Worshiped like the God you are? I mean, your full hero name is Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.” You say, a now dark and twisting devotion gleaming in your eyes and a small smile on your lips.

“You have always been a God to me, Katsuki. Someone I have always found worthy of my love and devotion and worship. But finally having you here with me, something has changed..” You look down from Katsuki to stare intensely at a spot on the floor.

“You mean you finally lost your last fucking marble?!” Katsuki snarls out as he looks at the chains on his limbs.

“You can’t lose something you never truly had, my lovely Katsuki.. No no, it’s these feelings inside of me. They’re not so much conflicting as they are two sides of the same coin..” You try to explain but Katsuki is having none of it.

“You’re not making a lick of fucking sense to me, psycho bitch! Now, let me the fuck out!!” He shouts but you wave him off which aids in pissing him off more.

“My old feelings.. I’ve spent all of these years screaming to you that I wanna be your true love, the only one for you.. That I could be just who you need.. But now.. These new feelings.. I want to be the God now.” You say, your voice distant as pieces inside of you click.

You stand from your chair and Katsuki’s body tenses as he glares harshly at you and snarls. You step towards him with the body language and face of a mother who is trying to sweetly calm their child. Right as Katsuki brings his hands up, making to punch at you, you blow an invisible cloud of low dose anesthetic gas towards him.

You watch as his body relaxes and his glare softens to something more neutral-dopey. You send him just a little bit more, just to ensure your own safety, and wait for it to take effect before you climb onto the bed. You straddle his lap, your arms looping over his shoulders, and look into his clouded and dazed crimson eyes.

“Won’t you just plead for me now, Katsuki?”

“Y-yess..”

“You make me your God, Katsuki, and I’ll tear down the sky for you.”

“Y-Youu w-willl?”

“Mhmm, I’ll do it all for you for life, my love. We are meant to be, Katsuki Bakugo.”

“W-wee a-re m-eant t-to be..”

“Darling, please worship me..” You breathe against his neck, then start to kiss along it slowly.

The bottom of his jaw is as far as your lips get before something is suddenly coiling around your body and yanking you away from Katsuki. You shove down the urge to scream in favor of pulling in air so that you can exhale a large cloud of anesthetic gas but something wraps around your nose and mouth before you get the chance.

Your eyes dart to the doorway and connect with the glowing green eyes of Pro Hero Deku. Tears involuntarily begin to pour from your eyes and you’re not sure if it’s the fear, heartbreak, or lack of oxygen that’s getting to you. Your cries are muffled as Deku brings you closer to himself via the tendrils of his Blackwhip. He turns your body away from him while he slaps Quirk canceling cuffs on your wrists but you can feel his livid and burning gaze melting through your skull the whole time.

“Z-Zuku? Y-you’re here?” Katsuki questions dazedly from the bed.

It’s then that you see the ring on Katsuki’s left ring finger. It’s glowing a slowly pulsing red color and you scream at yourself for not checking him for tracking devices.

“Yes, Kacchan, I’m here. It’s okay now, Kacchan, you’re safe.” Deku says as he moves over to the bed to free Katsuki, all while Blackwhip squeezes tightly around you.

“Th-thanks, Zuku. Love you.” Katsuki murmurs to Deku but you could still hear him.

“I love you too, Kacchan, let’s go home.” Deku says as he breaks the final chain and picks up Katsuki.

“If there is any God that Kacchan worships it’s me, you psychotic bitch.” Deku darkly informs you as Blackwhip squeezes you even tighter and he drags you out of the house.

Note ~ Sooo.. did you like the little sprinkle of BKDK at the end there? Cute, right? *insert nervous laughter* Anywho, I hope that this fic does better here than it did on my AO3, Nicotine certainly has, so I have some hope. Stay tuned, My Lovelies, I think I'll start posting my newest fic soon! Oh and.. Happy Valentines Day, Lovelies, much loves to you all! <3

Like a Villain | Part Three

Pairing: Noah x OC (Christie/Chris)

Warnings: mention of m*rder, cursing, making out, mentions of mental illness, going missing

Synopsis: Part Three- Chris tries to find out if Noah is okay, and it turns out Noah had the same idea. The two spend some more up close and personal time together. That is, until Noah goes ghost.

Word Count: 2.5k

Tag List: @ladyveronikawrites , @catj422 , @asilentsiren [lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part!]

I sprung up out of bed and allowed my body to carry me to the front door of my apartment. It was as if I were in a dream-like state, because my mind was not processing a single thing that was happening, but my body was carrying me forward. Before I could even slip on shoes, my hand was reaching for the handle of the door, and I was shaken out of my state of comatose, when Noah was standing at my front door, half-dressed and sleepy-eyed. My body seemed to stumble into his arms, as I haphazardly hugged him.

“Oh my God, Noah, I thought it was you. I don’t know why that was my first thought, I was just worried, and I got up the moment I saw the notification, and-” my mouth was racing my brain and unfortunately my brain was losing. That was until Noah wrapped his long arm around my back and began to trace random shapes onto my shirt with his fingers. I could tell he just wanted me to shut up, but he was too nice to say that to my face. His method worked, and I no longer felt like talking. I just wanted to stand here, warmed by his embrace. But, my brain finally caught up to everything, and this caused me to take a step back, disconnecting our bodies.

“Wait, why were you already at my door?”

Noah dropped his arms, almost as if he had been defeated, “I-I came to check on you. I think I had the same thought as you… you can never be too careful.”

“Well, I’m okay. D-did they figure out who was… killed?”

Noah just shook his head and looked down. I could tell that his hands were shaking, and this was the first time I realized these murders must be getting to him just as much as they were getting to me. I gently placed one of my hands on top of his, and his shaking slowed to a stop. He raised his head slightly and just grinned. I knew this was his way of telling me, ‘thank you.’

We stood like this for a few seconds and then Noah pulled his hands away with a short cough, “Um, well, now that I know you’re safe I should probably-” he pointed behind him with his thumb and began to stumble backwards.

“Uh, Noah?”

“Yea?”

“I-I know we haven’t known each other long, and this might come off as a little weird, but, um…” I didn’t know what was about to come out of my mouth. I think my lips just started to move and I didn’t have enough time to stop them, “Um, could you stay with me tonight?”

I placed my hands on my hips, immediately wanting to take back what I had said. What the fuck was I thinking? We had just met and now I probably just freaked him out. I don’t know if I had asked him to stay over because I was genuinely scared of the murders or if I just wanted an excuse to lie with him. Maybe both? But, this was not the time. As I was internally cursing myself out, Noah let out a soft chuckle, “Are you scared of the boogeyman?”

I couldn’t help but blush. I felt like I was back in middle school, flirting with my crush, but this time I was inviting someone in my home to sleep in my bed. It was a little different, I’d say. “Well, if the boogeyman is gonna take me out, then yea, I’m a little paranoid.”

“Damn, I didn’t realize the boogeyman was taking you out too.”

I knew exactly the joke Noah was making, and in the spirit of feeling like I was back in middle school, I playfully hit his arm, but I couldn’t help but laugh, “Yea, seems like you’ve got some competition.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not scared.”

My laughter was still echoing through the courtyard, and I finally took a deep breath to quiet myself. Noah and I stood there just looking at each other for what seemed like forever, before I started rocking back and forth on my heels, “Soo?”

“Oh yea, I forgot. Sure. I’ll stay with you. Wouldn’t want the boogeyman to get you.”

I rolled my eyes at him, but secretly I was gushing inside. It felt like my limbs were on fire, especially when I grabbed his hand in mine and pulled him through my front door into my apartment.

He took a moment to look around, “Ah, so this is what it’s like to come through the front door of this place.”

I laughed. I forgot just a few short hours ago, Noah had snuck through my window and scared the shit out of me, and now I am inviting him into my bed. This seemed like a bad idea, but again, something about him made me trust him. He was a comforting presence to be around, and he seemed like he knew how to cuddle.

I started walking to my room, and he obediently followed. I flipped my light on and sat on the edge of my bed. I watched as he picked up every small trinket I owned and inspected it, like it was some great wonder of the world. He didn’t ask any questions about the items, but maybe he just wanted to speculate and keep whatever ideas he had about them as that. Just speculations. He finally placed the last trinket down on my dresser and took a deep breath. On his release, he took a step towards me and looked right at me.

“So, do you want me to sleep on the floor?”

A wave of disappointment washed through me. Of course he would want to sleep on the floor. It would be weird of him not to ask. We had just met. He probably thought I was crazy. “If you want to,” I tried to answer as enthusiastically as possible, so he couldn’t sense what I was truly feeling.

“D-did you have another idea?”

I could feel my cheeks turning red once again, “No, no. I just-”

“I can sleep in the bed with you. If that’s what you want, Chris.”

Despite my better judgment, I just nodded and patted the mattress next to me, signaling for him to come sit next to me. He knew immediately what I meant and he just smiled and sat next to me. I could tell we were both nervous, even though just hours ago we had kissed for the first time. That didn’t mean we were automatically ready to jump each other’s bones though. Not that I thought that that’s what would happen. Noah was looking down at his lap, and I couldn’t help but look over at the clock on my bedside table. It was already 1am, but it honestly wasn’t as late as I had expected it to be.

“Should we try and get some rest,” I asked.

“Yea, yea. That would probably be good.”

I just nodded and turned my bedside lamp on and stood up to turn the overhead light off. I walked back to the bed and Noah was already under the covers, but because he was so tall, his feet were sticking out of the end of the covers and over the mattress. I couldn’t help but laugh at this image. He was like a giant, but he already agreed to sleep here. I could tell he was rethinking this decision.

“Comfy?” I asked through laughs.

“Oh, I bet you’re loving this.”

“Oh, I very much am. You should see yourself.”

“Oh yea?” He jumped up from the bed and grabbed me at the waist. It all happened in one swift motion and I felt myself gasp as he grabbed me off my feet. I scream-giggled as he gently threw me on the bed. He held himself up over me and I could tell he was breathing hard from all of that commotion.

“Don’t tell me I was that heavy.”

“Oh, shut up, Chris.”

“Hmm, I don't think I wi-”

Before I could finish, Noah’s lips were already pressed against mine. He was still holding himself up over me and I wanted him closer. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and pulled him down on top of me. The kisses started slow and methodical and became messier and rougher as time passed. Our lips always found one another, no matter how sloppy our kisses got.

After a few minutes of this, I wrapped my legs around his back. I wanted to feel every inch of him against me. He felt safe and warm. I could tell this drove him crazy, because he disconnected his lips from mine and began placing sloppy kisses against my neck. My breathing became heavier as my hands made their way up into his hair. My fingers nestled in his scalp, and every time his lips touched my skin, my fingers pulled against the strands of his hair. This caused Noah to begin to suck against the skin of my collar bone. I let out soft sighs, causing his lips to explore down the front of my chest, all the way to my torso. My body was on fire, and it felt like there were 1000 bees buzzing beneath my skin. The feeling of exhaustion and arousal mixed together to create a feeling of bliss.

Noah made his way back up to my mouth and continued to kiss me as though he were never going to have the chance to kiss me again. It felt so good to be able to kiss him again. I had been thinking about our kiss since it had ended. I couldn’t stop thinking about his lips against mine. Noah snapped me out of my daze by removing his lips from mine. I couldn’t help but pout a bit. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Noah just chuckled.

“C’mon, don’t look so sad.”

“Well, you stopped kissing me, so…”

Noah placed a soft kiss against my forehead and smiled, “There you go.”

“Thank you,” I chuckled softly.

“I have wanted to do that since I first saw you,” Noah said.”

“What? Kiss my forehead?”

“No, no. Everything else,” he chuckled and shook his head. He then yawned and looked over at my clock, “But, it is 2:12 in the morning and I did come over so we could sleep, so we should probably do that.”

I sighed with a tinge of annoyance, “Okay, you’re probably right.”

“I always am,” he smiled and wrapped himself in the covers.

“Hey! You can’t take all the covers for yourself,” I laughed.

“Then come and get under them with me.”

“You’re cheeky,” I replied, but got under the covers with him anyway. I curled up against him and already started getting more tired as we lay next to each other.

“Good night, Chris,” he said with a yawn.

I leaned over and turned the lamp off, “Good night, Noah.”

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I woke up that morning from the sun peaking through the curtains of my room. I rubbed my eyes and felt around my bed, expecting Noah to still be laying there. He was gone. My heart dropped to my stomach. Why did he leave? Did I freak him out? Or was it something worse? I crawled out of bed and paced around my room for a beat to try and calm myself and get my thoughts in order. He probably just had to leave early because he had work or something going on. I made myself believe that was the case, otherwise, I was going to freak myself out too much. And, it wouldn’t hurt to text him and see why he had to leave so early.

I took a deep breath and grabbed my phone from the bedside table. I texted Noah ‘Hey, hope everything’s okay. Why’d you leave so early?’ I hit send and threw my phone onto my bed. I didn’t want to look and see if there would be a notification. Sending texts like that always stressed me out. I always thought they would freak people out. Maybe I was just too in my own head. I picked my phone back up, and there was nothing yet. But, it was still early. I had to give it time. I walked out of my room, phone in hand and started making myself breakfast. Maybe he would reply by the time I was done. I was wrong. He still hadn’t texted back, but it still hadn’t been that long since I had sent the text. I just had to keep going on with my day. Keep myself distracted. I wasn’t going to let this get to me.

After about four hours, Noah still hadn’t texted me back and I was beginning to worry. Maybe I did scare him off. My mind began to wander and overanalyze everything I did in the past day that he could have considered weird or off-putting. My mind decided that it could have been anything I did, and this was driving me crazy. I needed answers, so I decided to text him again. ‘Hey, Noah. Did I do anything?’

I sent this and really did not look at my phone this time. I didn’t look at it until the next morning. Still no reply. Something was seriously wrong. Now I was actually worried.

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It had been a week and five unread texts later and Noah was still nowhere to be seen, or heard from, or literally anything. It was like the dude had fallen off the edge of the world. But, the murders didn’t stop, and neither did my stress. I thought of him every day. Every time there was a new murder, I was expecting it to be his face that showed up as the next victim. I could not handle this.

I had to sleep alone again, but there wasn’t much sleeping being done. I had called out of work for days at a time, just because my anxiety was so debilitating. This was insane. I had never obsessed over a guy like this. But, it could also be because every day I didn’t know if he was dead or alive.

This continued for days on end, until one day, I was taking a walk around the courtyard and I felt a buzz in my jacket pocket. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but my first thought was ‘What if this is Noah?’ I decided to let it wait. If it was Noah, he didn’t deserve my immediate reply anyway. And if it wasn’t Noah, then it would just set me off again. I waited a couple of minutes, not noticing that I was walking in a circle around the fountain in the middle of the courtyard, and I finally dug my phone out of my pocket.

The text was from a number I did not recognize, so my heart immediately dropped. It wasn’t Noah. I read the text anyway, because I was already looking at my phone. But, the text was not what I expected. It read, ‘Chris. It’s Noah. Come to my apartment.’

❤︎𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖❤︎

Part 1 part 2

Toxic!Shoto Todoroki x femReader

Warning: Angst, jealousy, toxic relationship, toxic Shoto, kinda toxic reader, arguments, party, depression episodes, idgaf-ish reader(tried to make her like Jade West), shit gets real later next part

Notes: reader was made in the image of me who is British so for anyone confused by her then hopefully that explains it, ignore any mistakes plz, I'll hopefully make a playlist later on so I'll link it, definitely will have multiple parts and enjoy!

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"𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅"

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A plethora of texts swrom my phone, ding after ding causing my blood to boil more. It's barley 8am and all ready people are up and texting each other, couldn't be me. Regardless of my thought's I put down my masscera wand and pick  my phone being greated by my lock screen, a picture of Shoto. I clicked on the notification noticeing that it was from Mina and Denki in our group chat. Having to re-read the messages due to not paying full attention I came to the conclusion that they were telling me about some new girl, or atleast someone new to them. Not adding to the conversation (like always) I put my phone down and finish my make up.

Time skip ~

The walk from my dorm room to the kitchen was short as it was on the second floor near the stair, pretty handy if you ask me. Izuku and Uraraka greater me with bright smiles on their faces and hot chocolate in their hands due to the decrease in the temperature, I wave back to them with a tired smile. My breakfast was short as I wasn't necessarily hungry and I had no one really to talk to, Mina was in her room, Denki was attempting to flirt with Jiro, Bakugo was in a one sided argument with Kirishima, Sero was outside having a fag (I'm British chill) and Shoto has been avoiding me.

My plans for today where short as I just need to get a couple essential thing like a new perfume and concealer from a drug store and it was Saturday so we didn't have any lessons so I just head straight back to my room to get my shoes, coat and bag after washing my dishes. I pick up my toat bag with my perse, lip balm and headphone already in it, pick some white and sage green sneakers and grabbed my phone from my desk, placing it in my bag. Leaving my dorm room I grabbed my black coat and grey hoodie to put on as it was freezing tits outside and locked up.

Walking down the hall I grabbed my Bluetooth headphone and connected them to my phone, avoiding obstacles in the way. I got to the front door and waved Denki and Jiro off as they were nearest, Jiro asked where I was going and I explain to her my schedule for the day. The walk out of campus was cold but refreshing, calm and soothing like I wasn't a student who attend the top hero school in the country where villains have attempted and succeed attack multiple times, just chilling with the clear cold sky and some good music.

Time skip~

'Leaving a shop after tackling social anxiety is a feeling ill never get use to' is a thoguth I often think about after a couple minutes of walking home. I have obtained the perfume, concealer and a couple more, I just couldn't help my self. The sky have dimmed a bit now but the air still felt fresh and new, music still bring joy into my life like no one ever could however a one song had got me thinking which is never good. 'maybe I over reacted' 'maybe hes was right' 'maybe I should trust him' 'maybe I was wrong'. I quickly whipped those thought from my head, 'I'm not in the wrong, I know how untrustful people can be, even if he's my boyfriend it's not just him I don't trust, it everyone else too'.

Without realising it I had made my way back to campus where I waved at people I knew as I passed them. Feeling a slightly tired due to the time of day (9:43) I knew when I got to the dorms I would have a nice long nap however that dream was cut short. As soon as I stepped into the dorms Sero came up to me: "how have you been y/n?" he had a cheery smile one his face and I knew. "What do you know that I don't?" the question startled him, but that was expected. "What do you mean-Oh wait you mean him-" "no I mean the cure for Cancer- Of Course I Mean Him!"

Sero took a couple steeps back giving me more room, hands raising above his head in defence "all I know is that he's mad at you, well he looked irritated but you could tell he was mad-" before Sero could finished I had already started my asent to Shoto's room. Loud stomps could be heard all over the dorm leaving people looking at me and then to Sero, who just gave a srug.

The stomps abruptly stop as I stared at my 'BeLOveD bOYfrIEnd' door. Closing my eyes and taking a couple breaths, I lifted my fist to the wood and let it linger. 4 seconds later my eyes abruptly open and my fist banged against the poor door, 'gosh this door has seen things'. From behind the door I could hear a rather loud sight and reluctant steps approach. The door screached open revealing the beautiful duo eyes that I had been craving to stear at again for the longest time. However my mind was swiftly snapped out of it haze over my boyfriend feature and directed back to what Sero had said.

"In what world do YOU have the right to be MAD!?" "Y/N I'm not doing this now-" "IF Not Now Then When?! Another 2 weeks? How about a month?" "listen you need to calm down-" "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT SAYING THAT TO ME!! or have you forgotten the way you SCREAMED at me for pointing out the obvious, for protecting you-" "You and I both know you weren't 'protecting' me, you where trying to control me" "I was NOT, to control someone they need to know how other people feel and most importantly ACT around them, YOU ARE TO OBLIVIOUS AND EMOTIONLESS TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT!!!"...

"You take that back" "what the truth" "You and I bother know I AM NOT emotionless, oblivious yes most of the time, but 𝒚𝒐𝒖 know that I am not emotionless" by now Shoto had gotten really close, his lips mear center meter away from my ear. I keeped a straight face and a confidence stance to show that he had not gotten to me, something that was regular in our arguments. Shoto on the other hand all ways seem cool and relax whenever we argued, unless I had gotten under his skin of course. But now was one of those times, he was so clam and relaxed, his hand moved up my arms, gently pressing into them to keep me statesinary. His head move downwards toward my neck, lips almost pressing against it, "𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏?"

FlashBack~

We had been invited to a house party, curtasy of some other rich kid at UA. I had dressed In a black silk dress with black heels, my make up was some winged smoked out liner and plan lips, my hair done in a classy half up half down bun. Shoto had some ripped jeans, unbottened shirt and a leather jacket. Together I would say we looked like a mafia couple, well that was what I hope atleast.

"dahm handsome, you gonna get arrested cause your gonna be killing all the lady's" I walk into Shoto's room, a cheerful smirk plastered onto my face. He was looking at himself in his full length mirror fixing his collar, I had approached behind staring at him through the reflection. Once i got next to him I placed my hand on his shoulder still staring at him. After a while I had noticed he was staring at me "What?". "nothing you-" He took a deep breaths and smirk "You just look great- Amazing even... beautiful..." he whispered the last bit, however I heard and a small smirk tugged at my features.

The party it self was nothing to point out instead of the end. Someone had decided to play seven minutes in heaven and my boyfriend was dragged in against his will. I was looking for Shoto as I wanted to go back to the dorms, the party was getting boring untilI found a group of people in a circle with a timer going off. I thought nothing of it until my boyfriend and some random girl were leaving a near by closet. I stopped abruptly staring blancley towards the closets even after they had left, not believeing my eyes.

It took a while for Shoto to realise my presence as he was talking to some of the girl's friends, well more like he was being harassed with questions. He got away from them and approach me who now staring at the floor near the closet. "hey hun, I was wondering if you wanted to go, it's getting pretty boring anyways". I couldn't replie, not after what i just saw so I grabbed his hand and led him out the house.

"wow babe what's wrong?" Shoto had stopped just as we got outside. I didn't want to start an argument right outside of the party so I tired to tug him forwards but he wouldn't budge. "Baby what wrong, tell me?" his tone was cold, asurtive but still concerned. "Not Here" I warned quickly but he didn't care, he never did. "Tell me what's wrong." I had been silent for a couple seconds, letting the anger boil longer until it exploded. "Why Where You In A Closet With That Girl!?" "Why does that matter?" "she could have done things to you and I wasn't there to protect you!" "One: what was she gonna do to me? And two: can I not protect my self?!" "OF COURSE YOU CAN PROTECT YOURSELF! it just.. you where playing seven minutes in heaven with another girl, why?" "I was draged into it-" "By Who?" "that... girl-" "SEE! This is what I was on about, you need protecting from other people, if I was there you wouldn't be dragged into shit like that!? And this-" I motionded with my hands"-wouldn't be happening!". "I can take perfectly good care of myself." "No You Can't! You literally just proved my point and now your defending yourself!!" by now a couple people had picked up on the fight and we're watching. "I only defend my self because you don't trust me!" "YA I CANT TRUST AND I DONT TRUST BECAUSE YOU GO OFF DOING SEVEN MINUTES IN HAVEN WITH SOME OTHER GIRL!!!" "WE WEREN'T DOING ANYTHING, WE JUST- we just talked" "About what? How badly you want to fuck her!? How you want to leave me to live A PERFECTLY HAPPY LIFE WITH HER!!?" "YOUR BEING RIDICULOUS!!" "HOW AM I BEING RIDICULOUS WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE TRYING TO DEFEND YOURSELF WHEN YOU'RE CLEARLY IN THE WRONG!!!!" and with that I stormed off, leaving Shoto breathing heavily.

End FlashBack~

"Sho, you can't just make me forget all this with slurred words and kisses" Shoto's hands had wandered down to my waist, slowly placing soft pecks on my neck "we seriously need to talk about it". "don't wanna.." was the only response I heard as my mind was blank. His hands started dragging me into his room as I came back to my sense and stopped myself. "Sho please we need to talk, I need to talk... please-" "can't you just stay with me today?" he started kissing up to my lips, slowly grazing over them. "I want to but not like this". "please baby..." his grip had softend allowing me to leave however he still begged, lips staying exactly where they where.

I closed my eyes and moved my head away slightly to give him a peck on the cheek "I can't". I started to walk away letting my hand softly graze his whilst trying to fight back my tears, too many thought and insecurity bubbled to the surface. Once i got to my room I put my things away and changed into some joggers and an oversized t-shirt. I curled up in my bed and whipped any stray tears away with the shirt, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕. It didn't smell of him anymore, in a sense I guess I felt like I lost him as the rest of the day and night was spent remanising on the past and crying.

Next day - Sunday ~

I was on the couch in the common area when it happened. I had the samething on from last night with the exception of a baggy hoodie, hair in a messy bun and phone in hand. A couple hours ago I had informed Mina in on everything that happened 'just so she knows the tea' where her words when she asked which cracked a small smile from me and now she out with Hagakure. I was scrolling through Pinterest when I heard someone, or two?, enter the room behind me. "seriously dude how can you still be dating her, all you guys do is argue?" "yeah and you guys don't even have sex anymore!" "a relationship isn't just about sex Kaminari" "I know that but your guy's 'relationship' is more like a constant scream fest" "chill Denki their relationship isn't 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 bad...well-" a fit of laughter left Denki's mouth whilst I just backed up into my hoodie "Dude honestly though you should just break up with her, your not getting anywhere" tears started flooding my eyes. "yeah and maybe you could get with someone else, oohhh what about Harumi, she's so nice and preetttyyyy♫︎~" and now tears where escaping. "hey isn't she the girl you said you met at that house party you went to?" I couldn't help the hiccup escaping my lips gaining the attention of the three men.

"Y/N" Shoto soft voice sounded panicked, I could hear he was approaching the couch I was sat on. "h-ey they were just joking I wouldn't leave you-" he was crouching in front of me, hand grasped softly around arm "I couldn't leave you..." i softly stared at him, tears pouring from my eyes like a waterfall. I couldn't respond, not with Sero and Denki there. Shoto picked this up and gentle glared at the two who began to move up stairs leaving me and Shoto alone in the common area, not the best place for this situation. "don't leave..." "huh?" I think Shoto was expecting me to be mad but I wasn't, I was just tired. "don't leave me, I can't take you giving me the cold shoulder so please don't leave me alone!" my voice raised due to the increase in tears. "baby i-" "Don't Leave Me Please!! I know I'm annoying and possessive and controlling but can't lose you, I Can't Lose You And I Can't  Lose You To Someone Else So Please!!!" Shoto wrapped me in a tight hug, softly brushing my hair to comfort me "shh baby i'm not gonna leave you I promise..." he whispered softly. I rested my head on Shoto shoulder and closed my eyes losing myself to sleep while soft breaths left my mouth "let's get you to bed" Shoto picked me up bridle style and carried me to my room.

He gentle place me on my bed and tucked me in. He kissed me cheek as he was about to leave but I grabbed his wrist in time "Shoto please..". He needed nothing more as he started to climb in behind me, spooning me as he softly kissed the back of my neck "no ones gonna take me from you, ever and I'm never gonna leave you, I promise".

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I woke up due to a shift behind me. Waking up a bit more I turned to see his side of the bed empty and a figure that must have been Shoto leave my room. Turning around to face the wall I snuggled further into my blankets to try and keep myself warm, what he said to me last night started to ring in my head almost mocking me for believing him. If no one's gonna take you from me then where are you going? If your never going to leave me then why do you always leave me? "Shoto please..."

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my take on sagau ... ♡

if you cant tell , my mental sillies make me a sucker for the obsessive cult aspect of sagau (burn me at the stake i guess) but idk the whole "imposter" thing feels weirdddddd i always prefer creator!reader to be like isekai'd into teyvat yk (can you tell i used to be obsessed with the kuroshitsuji time travel au .....) ?? anyways have this while i decide if i want this to be a full series or just a mini series

notes : gn!reader , creator!reader , r is not traveler , they them used , this - like most of my writing - is self indulgent hinted with some projection , bulleted list cause its 4am when im typing this and acrylic nails suck , i mainly refer to reader as either r or creator enjoy <3 i wrote this while listening to this playlist ♡

okay so i feel like the self awareness began longgggg before this takes place ok

starts out with traveler , then albedo , then kaeya , etc

it takes a while but albedo finally finds a way to bring r to teyvat

i imagine that the acolytes can hear r when they play (esp the traveler)

if you're like me and dote on all of the characters you have they eat that shit uppppp bro

anyways so now r is isekai'd into teyvat yayyyy

it takes them a whileeeee to get used to being an all-powerful being cause like .......... ??? social anxiety ?? inability to communicate with neurotypical people ? depressive and manic eps ?????? mood swings ?????

eventually they kinda fall in the swing of things

damn if i was stuck in teyvat id just deal with it. you got some other way out ???

i view the acolytes as being obsessive in nature once r is like ....... there with them ( with due respect , that is the "creator" n all .... )

immediately wanting you to find a suitor ( or multiple )

by like the second month of being in teyvat r is WORNNNNN OUTTTT

everyone basically walks on egg shells around them oHMY GODDDDD

r has to basically beg the acolytes to stop being WEIRDDDDDDDDD

they feel weird being treated like a god ( well ....... )

they do kinda like their dreamy palace tho <3 its nice n has really cozy beds to nap in

their acolytes are also more than eager to nap with them om gee

r is a big fan of hanging out with the twins ( i like to think they're reunited when the creator comes to teyvat <3 ) they've all been to so many diff worlds they have a lot to chat about ( and also the twins are really the only charas to be semi chill around r )

oh ok random but also

r is visiting mondstadt and plays minecraft songs on the lyre and everyone goes CRAZYYYY

"it's their divinity's holy songs!!!!" cue the inner giggling cause its literally just minecraft music you memorized in like middle school

r is lowkey a huge flirt too once they get comfortable in teyvat ( they most likely hope this is just a dream and when they return home if they return home ...... that it'll have no real consequence cause it's EMBARASSINGGGG )

this leads to

well

jealousy lol

the acolytes basically beg them to find a consort or suitor or whtvr ( or even multiple :thumbsup: )

r tries to be fair and choose like 3 from each nation but cmonnnn ,,,,, wom en fdjfheskrf.vja

genshin makes me [ cries in bisexuality ] i wanna make out with like half of the characters

anyways def lots of fights between the nations about where their aforementioned palace will go ( r decides to station in inazuma , preferably near kokomi's shrine place ) and since r can still use the teleport points , it's fine by them if they wanna visit venti for some dandelion wine or zhongli for tales and tea

overlooking the whole imposter or villain au's i like to think being isekai'd into teyvat would be pretty chill

oooo r def likes to hangout / help out in bakeries n stuff

they're also besties with hu tao ( they kiss sometimes probably )

r and cyno have so many inside jokes pls help

idk maybe i'll continue this later or add onto it but im sleepy night guys

for the event!!

could i request a letter from villain, student council president, and shadow monster? ^^ (is three letters too much??? i'm so sorry if it is)

i'm like. a total submissive (not a single dominant bone in my body. you ask me to top i sit there and short circuit 💔 ) and i get flustered really. really. easy lol

i'm also short idk i think thats real important #shortkings frfr

could the topic be like..? a flirty love letter? (could it be kinda nsfw too pls ><)

student council president (yes he's an aspiring doctor)

translation

to: my troublemaker

how's school? I hope it's been well. I'd hate to see my sweet baby suffering you know? I've not been too well :( I was lacking vitamin you. so please stop by the student council office or my class sometime. we could have a little fun if you know what I mean :) or if you'd like more attention... I could stop by your class and pull you out? I know you're a little cheeky sometimes my cute troublemaker <3 I'm sorry I couldn't walk you home lately. being president is hard work. I promise I'll make it up with some love and dates once my job is over. promise. so for now please be safe when walking home. don't flirt with other guys. I'll find out. and do dream of me often <3

from: your sexy president

villain

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my sweet hero..

I trust you've been taking care of yourself.. I'd be disappointed if you didn't. you're a hero after all. a hero should be caring for their self too. you're probably wondering why I'm writing this in the first place when I could just text you. you see, I'm quite the romantic man. hence I believe that writing a letter to profess my love is only right of me, my sweet hero~

so I'll take it that we're dating now. I mean your cute lil face that blushes at the mere sight of me is enough evidence hm? I hope that you also like the present I've attached to this love letter. it's a dildo that's a replica of my cock. so you can play with yourself when I'm busy. I'm fairly certain you'll enjoy it. love ya my cute lil hero

xoxo villain

shadow monster

(the stain is... a mysterious fluid...)

🌷WELCOME🌷

Hai! Please call me Sei or whatever you want to call me^^ I typically write scenes that are sexual so please be warned! Please feel free to ask me anything:3 I'd love to talk about literally anything:>

I'm mostly new to writing so please bare with me:,) English isn't my first language so there might be a few errors here and there... I hope you guys will enjoy my writing just as much as I enjoyed making them!^^

Fandoms:

ATLA

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Ever After High

Steven Universe(kinda)

ORV

Lookism

Viral Hit

Green Snake

Poppy Playtime

Bendy and the ink machine

Garten of Banban

White Day

Detention

Little Nightmares

MLP

SPYxFAMILY

Demon Slayer

Ennead

Danganronpa

WMMAP

It's not me it's my basement

Countryhumans

My next life as a villainess

I'll treat you right this time you highness

PjSekai (not much)

Flirting with the villain's dad

My husband is secretly handsome

Summer Ghost

I had that same dream again

Parasyte: The Grey

That's not my neighbor

Mashle

Be kind and respectful to everyone

DONT copy, plagiarize or modify any of my work.

If you see my work on other platforms or accounts, please report it immediately as I don't post anywhere else<3

Don't be shy to ask anything >:3

I'm not an active writer but feel free to send me any requests!

I'm an EXTREMELY slow writer.

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Hi! I’ve started reading your fic WWS after encountering some fanart, and I am in love with the story, the characterizations, and your quality of writing. I’m writing a fic myself that I’ve realized I really want to sink my heels into and flesh out— what would you say is your process in terms of worldbuilding and the progression of your plot? Have you had any moments in the brainstorming process where you were divided between how the story should go, and if so how did you navigate that? Apologies if you’ve been asked this question already!

I have not been asked this yet, no! Thank you for coming and asking, it's always fun to talk shop with other fic writers. Long, rambling answer about my process writing WWS below for you, hope any of it helps - and can't wait to read your stuff!

What Was Stolen is a bit of an anomaly because I've been sitting on this idea - dreaming and scheming about it - for almost 8 years. It was just always in the back of my mind, and I was always passively thinking "oh, that would be a fun moment to include!" or "oh, I'd like to make sure these two characters have this type of interaction!".

The long and the short of it is that to get to that micro plotting, you have to start macro. For me, it was about knowing the full expanse of the story in broad strokes - beginning, middle, and end. Act 1, Act 2, Act 3.

So the idea started as simply as this: Amy is a Princess who wants to become queen, she meets Sonic, a thief, and they strike a deal (Act 1). Eventually they are found out by Scourge who is the main villain and Sonic must kidnap Amy for the thieves (Act 2). There's a fallout from this, the tournament happens and (INSERT RESOLUTION HERE, NO SPOILERS!!!) (Act 3).

It started as just an arc - Meet-up, falling out, resolution and tournament.

After that it was about placing characters in the world and coming up with what the circumstances were. Worldbuilding for me was super soft - I wasn't interested in like, the politics of the world if it didn't affect the relationship of my two main characters. For example - the politics of the thieves and the camps was something I had to know early on, because it directly affects how Sonic interacts with Amy and the world and others. But I don't know what Kingdoms the Rose Kingdom is at war with or how big it is or what their main export is - because that doesn't really matter to what Amy is up to in the castle. I started asking questions to help bridge how I GET from Act 1 to Act 2 to Act 3. For example: How is Amy going to become the queen? Answer: there's a tournament she can win that will help her case. Info about this will be delivered by Shadow. Why does Sonic need to strike a deal with Amy? Answer: He needs to rescue a friend. That places Silver and Blaze in the world. Who are the villains and obstacles in the way of them achieving their goals? Answer: For Sonic, Scourge is the camp leader and pretty obviously the villain. For Amy, her father the King represents the expectations and oppressions of her status in the world.

After I had those big, connective pieces (and 8 years of dreams about little moments), I just started writing. And I wrote until I got to the ball - I wrote 22 chapters without publishing anything, because I knew that there were a lot of plot kinks to work out, and I didn't hit the point where I simply could not carry on writing without working those kinks out until 22 chapters in.

Fun fact: originally, I wrote all 22 of these chapters so that all the events of WWS took place within 2-3 WEEKS. And when I got to the ball and realized that I wanted Sonic and Amy to be well and truly and desperately in love by that point in the story - to really drive home the betrayal of this moment - I had to stop and go back and give them more time to get there. I lengthened the timeline of the piece to 3-4 months, and then filled in scenes accordingly. Now Amy has time to spend flirting with Sonic. Now Amy has time to discover secrets about Knuckles. Now Sonic has time to make a deal with an assassin to ratchet up the anticipation. Now he has time to talk things out with his team of thieves more. Adding that time for the characters to interact and fuck up just gave more space for me to flush out the EMOTIONAL arcs - because intimacy comes with time. So that was a long re-write process of just DIGGING into what moments needed more space so that it really felt like they LOVED each other - believably - by the time the ball rolled around. After that rewrite, I started publishing chapters because I knew the timeline was set.

Otherwise, for me it's just about dreaming of moments. For a long time, I knew I wanted Amy to get sick, because that forces Sonic to return to the castle if he wants to see her. That takes them out of the training space and into a TALKING space. I knew I wanted the knife-lift for the spice and the physical intimacy, and the alcove bit for the same reason. I knew I wanted a moment of all three boys scrapping in the forest over finding out Sonic's secret because I liked the mental image, and I knew I wanted a scene of all four of them, gathered around while Sonic sang a folk song as their last bit of peace before the storm.

So, like how WWS needed to be rewritten to have more time literally in the plot of the story, so too is my biggest piece of advice for finding depth in your story: give yourself TIME to sit with your story. Write out as far as you can go, and when you hit a sticking point and think "man it would've been nice if I had given myself a symbolic object for Sonic to have and then give away as a token of his affection," go back, and put it in there. I know it's fun to rush into publishing chapters, but you find your story and your symbolism and your timeline if you give yourself the time to go back and put it in there. My story's first draft certainly didn't have a lot of the depth it has now, but because I had given myself plenty of ground to work with before even thinking about publishing, I was able to go back and dig, and plant in the soil that I had laid down.

I hope this helps - apologies if it was self-indulgent or overly long. This story is my baby, it came straight from my heart, so I could talk about it forever. Thank you for letting me talk about it, and I am so excited for what you create! <3

CONSIDER. Magical boy Silver and campy villain Malleus. Think of a situation that’s like, sailor moon meets princess tutu meets utena meets sleeping beauty.

I evoke princess tutu because tell me Silver is not literally Mytho.

Like. White-haired sword-wielding soft spoken princes (ok Silver isn’t confirmed but it’s canon in my heart) who appear to be apathetic. Heroes who sacrifice themselves for what they think is the greater good. They are the same image.

The setting would be a human city. Sort of modern times. Flip phone era. We communicate through emails. I want this to have a retro vibe, but not too much.

ANYWAY, Silver, sixteen, cursed to fall asleep at unexpected times. Lilia raises him. Silver is sweet and quiet, a bit of a dreamer, but doesn’t show it… he takes ballet classes… he has a charm despite how sleepy and lost he is and has quite a few friends, like Kalim💜💜💜 who is the PERFECT sidekick i mean come on.

Silver often naps in the woods behind his school… that’s where he finds the magical sword that gives him his cute little powers <3 he has an Arthur moment of course. His animal sidekicks are based off of the three fairies from the og sleeping beauty.

He uses his newfound power to defeat… GASP… the master of all evil, Malleus Draconia, a ruthless fae prince!!! Malleus is a campy, dramatic villain, think if Dio and Kars from Jojo’s had a beautiful, sultry lovechild. He serves Elvira with his big tits almost spilling out of his décolleté. Think James from Pokémon, with his shojo sparkles and roses. Every week it’s something new with him and he never learns his lesson; also, he shows up in a new sexy cunty outfit every week. Triggering thunderstorms and cutting off the electricity everywhere, threatening to flood the city before Silver intervenes; leaving poisoned roses in incongruous places, and when a passerby touches it, they are possessed by an evil spirit that Silver must defeat; attempting to drag mobs into an abyss with his will o’ the wisp; because we’re in a magical girl setting, a lot of it is just people being mind controlled. At the end of each arc, perhaps Silver can duel one of the six overblotters, à la Utena. It’s all very normal and expected of a shojo until it isn’t.

What Silver doesn’t know is the king of the abyss is madly in love with him, and each scheme is a plot to lure Silver into Malleus’ abode so he can seduce him. Every time they battle, of course, Malleus flirts with him, and when they get close, he takes some of his hair between his fingers. Get you a man who’s willing to bring chaos and destruction to a whole city because he wants to kiss you so bad. Malleus declares himself defeated on purpose so he won’t actually hurt Silver, who thinks he’s actually won…

Sebek is, too, a magical boy, albeit his role isn���t as important. He intervenes kind of like tuxedo mask; Silver falls asleep and Sebek shows up with his shield, blocking any hit Malleus directs at them. When Silver wakes up, Sebek scolds him and yells at him to hit Malleus with his sword. They defeat the evil prince together and they both eat dinner at Sebek’s house LOL

Don’t think I forgot about Lilia, who is revealed early on to be Malleus’ minion. He is a shapeshifting fae, meaning he can give himself round ears so he doesn’t raise suspicions. At night, he tells Malleus about Silver’s day and what he does at school dggjgdjyfdkywf

Lilia: he got an A on his science assignment.

Malleus: I see… what a smart boy. Very smart indeed… naturally, I wouldn’t want my meddling to have an impact on his grades.

The pre-final boss is Malleus finally losing it and appearing as a dragon kaiju, destroying buildings etc. Silver falls asleep in the middle of the battle and his dreams transport him to the classic dream-but-is-it-really-a-dream place where he finds Lilia who now has all of his fae attributes... cue a heart wrenching dialogue as Silver realizes his father betrayed him from the very start of his life.

Begins the arc where Silver wakes up to see the city has been partly destroyed and looks like runes covered in thorns and moss. How long has it been since he fell asleep? He doesn’t know. Most of the city’s inhabitants have fallen asleep. Even the fairy animal sidekicks are asleep. He must now find Malleus and end this once and for all.

As Silver explores the ruined city, sword in hand, he fights battles against like, sentient, beastly rose bushes (a nod to alice in wonderland and the pretty sentient flowers?), sentient gargoyles that fucking throw bricks at him LMFAOO… and other eldritch abominations. He gets a vision after each battle that tells him where to go. He finds a mysterious dark door in the woods behind his school and he falls into the abyss, where he finds Malleus on his throne.

Of course Malleus flirts while Silver is panicked and shaky and angry. He even pulls Silver into his arms and waltzes around his dark gloomy castle while Silver is fucking terrified. I hope Silver didn’t think he was the hero… because in Malleus’ eyes, he is the damsel in distress. He has Silver where he wants him, in his arms… he has no shame now, whispering the most sappy words of love into his ear, talking about marrying him oh my god. For once, Silver thinks he might actually be losing this one—he doesn’t even KNOW how to undo the curse. He realizes that every battle fought so far was just… Malleus using him like a pawn. The evil prince of the darkness is much too strong, way stronger than Silver thought… he can’t even resist Malleus’ lips on his oh my god. He falls asleep once again and Mal places Silver’s head on his lap, happy that he finally has his little prince all to himself.

I want to incorporate Silver’s true origins into this. I want the city Silver lives in to be directly on the land where the kingdom from sleeping beauty once was. I want Silver’s blood to be the only thing that survived from that once glorious kingdom… perhaps some of the pieces to the puzzle would show up in his dreams. Maybe on his way to Malleus during the pre-final boss arc, he would find #the ring… and maybe everything comes together as he sleeps on Malleus’ lap.

From there, I’m imagining three routes

1. Silver wakes up and, overcome with doom, having learned his father betrayed him, and that he’s powerless before the beast that is Malleus, he attempts to stab himself with his own sword. Panicked, Malleus uses his body to block the hit, because he doesn’t want Silver to die, of course (he’s dumb). They both end up getting stabbed and they die together as a skewer while the city outside continues to decay eternally.

2. Silver wakes up and is stuck in a beauty and the beast situation. He plots how he’ll defeat Malleus, this time using wits rather than force and magic, because those do not work on him. This doesn’t work; Silver slowly learns to fall in love. Malleus reveals himself to be very sweet, caring, and romantic, and Silver, fatigued dreamer that he is, falls for him. Silver also quickly learns that there is simply no way Malleus can be defeated. He has no weaknesses. So as he softens his heart, he comforts himself by reminding himself that at least, nobody is dead in the city, and that they will be spending eternity having the most pleasant of dreams. He’s being corrupted of course. He’s questioning his duty as a hero, why he did what he did, why he simply let fate guide him.

3. Silver wakes up and, in a fit of rage, finally brings himself to stab Malleus’ heart. The evil prince put his guard down because he thought he finally had Silver… big mistake. The abyss fades away and Malleus struggles to mutter an “I love you” before he dies. Silver is back in the forest with his normal clothes on. His sword is gone. It’s over. The city still retains some damage, but the thorns are gone and the people are waking up. Fin.

The aesthetic would be very art nouveau, methinks. Bright sun, curvaceous vines and thorns, roses and may lilies everywhere. It’s surreal. Bright colours inspired by the aesthetic of the og sleeping beauty. Silver’s magical boy costume is pink, but during his transformation sequence, it flashes both blue and pink. He has a frilly blouse with a corset. The tights are essential & evoke Phillip as well as Silver’s hobby (ballet). He also has high boots with like, a 2 inch heel. The frills on his blouse have roses embroidered… his corset has lace details. He has a golden tiara just like Aurora’s. So i guess from the waist up it’s giving Briar Rose’s peasant girl attire, and from the waist down it’s giving Phillip, but make it all very pink and frilly and magical girl-esque. The hilt of his sword has a lot of detail as well, very similar to Silver’s ring from book 7.

Sebek’s magical boy outfit is similar but a lot more inspired by Phillip. He’s sage green from head to toe. He has puffy sleeves and a cape. Let’s not forget the cunty corset… the details are the same, roses and intricate lace… his heels are one inch however. Let’s not get too crazy he’s tall enough. He has tights as well duh.

Okay that’s all i think lol I’ll add more stuff to this au if inspiration strikes.

I hit 100 followers a while ago. It's not the biggest thing ever I know, but I also didn't really expect anything like that when I started this silly little blog about a mysterious lady and her goofy samurai gang. For 50 we did 27 favorites. People seemed to like it. Main cast taking up a bunch of spots is boring, though I do think a few of these could potentially end up in the main one. For now though that's Nami, Brook, & Jinbei. This time is more measured, I actually thought about a Sweet 16 and why. It's fun to see how it changes over time:

Cabbage: I love pretty idiots in anime. This one was necessary to keep me invested in Dressrosa. But there is a real amount of nobility there and the story of actually being a fallen prince obsessed with stardom is a good one! Most little guy Leo is surging but Cavendish is still my favorite of the Grand Fleet captains.

Queen Otohime: I've already said a lot about her with our Seafloor Sidestory. Such a great examination of a political leader, a civil rights icon. I've flirted with that role myself at times and always been around it as a quirk of fate...so it's cool to see someone who gets the nuances like Oda did with this story. How it plays off of Tiger's, influences someone like Jinbei. I rate Fishman Island very high and Otohime is a huge part of that.

Pudding: Pudding is such a two-faced little snot but young enough and cartoonish enough about it I think she's funny. Whole Cake is a great arc, love how she plays off of Sanji, the "Doll" element hits a little close to home.

Crocodile: He's got style, he's got grace. He'll throw sand in your face. Cool villain, loved him in Impel Down/Marineford, epitome of T-Boy swag.

Miss Goldenweek: Marianne, Goldie...such a treasure. Girl makes me laugh so much. Comically lazy but the secret weapon that was a nightmare for Luffy. Cover story that made her shine as a capable operative and Rainbow of Dreams rocks. Please come back to Cross Guild you little weirdo. I need you and Buggy playing off each other, I need Crocodile hyping up one of his superstar agents to Mihawk only for her to doze off/ask for snacks in the middle of it.

Nekomamushi: He is a massive yellow cat man. This is a great start. Had a nice theme song too. He loves lasagna but isn't an asshole like Garfield. Rising love. Samurai cat man. Then he's Kiku's lil bro and I enjoy pondering that dynamic. Goro nya nya.

Kin'emon: He was pretty funny before, making the chauvinist a simp for his classy af wife and the confused, but caring father figure to a sweetheart trans girl is hilarious. I love his devil fruit and impersonating Doffy was classic. His supernatural luck forced his way deeply into my heart.

Conis: Conis is lovely. Sweet angel girl...with a big ol bazooka she is not afraid to use. People forget Conis but I still love her. Sky Island was fun.

Jewelry Bonney: Being an angry child makes her so much more fun. Always thought she was a solid Supernova. Being such a glutton is funny. Egghead has elevated her. Interesting devil fruit, it's the one my sweetie would want to eat himself which is neat.

Izo: Izo is very, very pretty. He is also good at shooty but have you seen how pretty he is? He is also the dashing elder brother of #1 blorbo...

Kiku: I know this inclusion will surprise some of you. She's a total sweetie with hidden narrative weirdness. What's not to love and obsess over? Plus she's really tall and forgets that when hiding behind things. Imagine if we saw her trying to hide behind Chopper sticking most of his body out from behind a hiding place. That would tick us back at least one minute from midnight.

Cindry: The other Okiku and subject of our Spooky Sidestory. Maliciously compliant zombie with a showgirl vibe. Far out. Hucking plates rules as a combat style.

Ginny: Some might say she's too new. Some Might Say is a pretty good early Oasis song. Neither of those are relevant right now. I love Ginny. She's wonderful. She got done dirty because flashback characters always get done dirty.

Hina: Hina pleased to be included. Hina pleased. She was our Shackled Sidestory and I love her. The cool vibe mixed with a couple of childish traits. One of our truly good Marines who probably hasn't gotten high enough up the ladder to really know how depraved the World Government is. Cool fruit too, perfect for a Marine.

Monet: Punk Hazard came out right before I went into grad school. I love thinking of her as the beleaguered, far more talented assistant to Caesar Clown who I hate and should just die. Harpies are also classic cool and I will not accept statements to the contrary. I love her snow power too.

Gecko Moria: Touched on this in a post about him for Halloween. He's grown on me a lot as a villain as I've gotten old enough to understand him. There's a realism in his motivations that makes him more of a unique villain. I actually believe if he was serious from the start Luffy would never have stood a chance. Shadow fruit is cool and Thriller Bark is an excellent arc.

Bellemere, Kawamatsu, Denjiro, and Hancock would be the honorable mentions. But these are my true One Piece loves.