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yndrgrl · 11 months

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katsuki bakugo has a glow up during summer break, & now he has a lot of girls' attention

fluff. ooc! bakugo. bits of jealousy. sfw. x reader. acquaintances to lovers. long ass fic.

a/n: the horny content will continue after this message :) also i kinda got nerdy so just ignore my rambles about fighting haha

the whispers & murmurs buzzed like bugs throughout the halls of u.a. you couldn't help but eavesdrop when you heard lower classmen gush about how good katsuki looks, how he definitely had a summer glow up.

it's not that he was bad looking before, that's just not the case. so, when you heard that he somehow got hotter over the span of a few months, you grew curious.

your best friend, ochaco, began to rave about him. "no, you don't understand, y/n. have you seen him yet?"

"i haven't yet, but it doesn't matter! he's still rude as hell!" you told her. "besides, aren't you still going after midoriya?"

"yeah, but i can still appreciate attractive people," she retorted, shoving the rest of her her breakfast-on-the-go in her mouth. you fished your phone out of your school cardigan pocket to change your music when, like a kdrama (or a shitty fanfic), you ran into something-- no, someone.

speak of the devil. "oi! watch it!" the abrasive blonde spun around & met your eyes. his harden glare soften oh so subtly.

"i'm sorry," you quaintly apologized. it's the first day & the first hour of the next 180 days, & you're not going to get in a fight.

"it's whatever, just make sure where you're going next time," katsuki responded. his tone was still harsh, yet what he said was almost nice.

he walked off into the both of yours' classroom, leaving you & ochaco stunned. you both stared at each other, mouths agape. "what just happened?" she finally spat out.

"i have no idea."

"WAS HE JUST NICE?"

a week later, you sat in class, listening to mr. aizawa drone on about something so utterly boring, you'd rather stick your head in a toilet & flush it yourself. you let your eyes wander around the class. for the most part, everyone stayed the same.

then, your eyes landed on katsuki, who was seated by the window. now that you had time to think about it, he did change. his jawline was a tad sharper, his hair appeared more soft, & his shirt clung onto every inch of his upper body. he definitely bulked up during the summer.

his skin is clear, he must've also began caring for a sense of style because his fingers displayed grunge rings, & his eyes were somehow a darker, more alluring shade of crimson. wait, his eyes... were staring at you.

no, he was staring at you staring at him.

god, you felt like a creep. you were expecting him to yell at you, scowl through gritted teeth, but no. he didn't do any of that. he shot you a smirk, then went back to jotting notes.

confusion settled in after embarrassment. you couldn't help that a light pink dusted your cheeks. it wasn't noticeable though, thank goodness.

the subtle, weird antics didn't stop. maybe he's just playing with me or something, you wondered. or maybe i'm looking too much into thinks.

when passing him in the halls, he'd acknowledge you by giving you a small nod-- even if his friends were talking his ears off. he'd hold the doors open for you & only you, but would walk away quickly. he was treating you differently then he treats everyone else, & you don't know why.

"bakugo~" a girl you barely recognized greeted. "you look handsome today!"

he & his friends sat on the other side of your friends' long table. you were the closest to his squad, only three seats away from them. they could hear your conversations, but that means you could hear theirs.

"shut it, & eat your food," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. with his chopsticks, he picked at his bento box.

"ooo~ what did you pack?" she pressed as she inched closer to him. "aww, did your mom make that?"

"no, i did," he raised his voice. she wouldn't take the hint though.

she merely giggled, asking, "could you feed it to me? i wanna try some~" she crossed her arms under her breasts to intensify her cleavage. she was picture perfect, to say the least. any other guy would be drooling at the sight of her.

not bakugo though. he was goal-oriented, focused on the future, & not into dating from what you gathered. a small part of you is bummed out that he isn't interested in romance. he was practically everything you wanted in a guy after all-- just minus the whole "jerk" part.

"what are you looking at, bakugo?" you didn't realize you were staring -once again- until the girl whipped her head around & caught your gaze. her cattish smile dropped into a thin line. "quit staring, idiot-"

"don't call her that, bitch."

both yours & her eyes widened at the quickness & unexpected defensiveness spewed by bakugo. he stuck some of his egg omelette in his mouth, unbothered.

"wh-what? i don't think i heard you, bakugo."

he swallowed his food, ran his tongue across his top teeth, and started to pick up more food with his chopsticks, reiterating, "don't talk to y/n like that, got it?" he put the food in his mouth.

she scoffed, humiliated. "i have to leave," she said, voice dropping at least an octave. your eyes trailed her as she sat with her friends, & they immediately began gossiping. how could you tell? the way they all looked back at you with a nasty expression on their faces.

you returned your attention back to bakugo, who had both your friends & his friends floored with what just happened. "thanks for that," you started. "you really didn't have to do that."

"i know i didn't, but someone had to shut her up."

you replied, "i mean, i'm sure there was a nicer way."

"i tried," he told you with that small smirk on his face again. "she didn't get the hint, i have to be more obvious."

"yeah, in more ways than one," a friend on his side, sero, snickered.

"hey, what's that supposed to mean?!" classic katsuki, reverting back to yelling.

ever since that happened, your friends haven't stopped talking about it since. "guys, c'mon. it's almost been a week," you groaned. you were all getting ready in the school locker room to do hand-to-hand, no quirk combat with a celebrated instructor.

"i think bakugo likes you~" ochaco teased in a sing-songy voice.

you tried to reason, "maybe he was just annoyed with her, & it has nothing to do with me."

"i don't know, y/n," momo laughed, pulling her hair into a ponytail. "he seemed pretty into you."

"no way, not bakugo-"

"well, why not bakugo?" mina, who just so happened to be good friends with said man, asked while she slipped on her shoes.

"because we all know what he's like. he doesn't really scream the dating type, you know?" you grabbed a water bottle & locked your back into your locker.

mina shrugged, & ochaco said, "you said one time that bakugo was the closest to your type... do you like him?"

"WHAT?"

the rest of the conversation was cut short when tsuyu pointed out they should be in the training room by now, causing all the girls to scramble out of the locker room.

the instructor, once the bell rang, introduced himself. he was a nice man seemingly. he was a well-seasoned martial artist who knew what he was talking about.

after his brief speech, he had his assistant -a younger, more egotistical guy- be his dummy when explaining a move. "does anyone have any questions?" he asked. no one answered. "cool, find a partner, & try it out."

everyone scurried to find their partners. pair by pair, no one chose you... all except-

"hey you, be my partner," bakugo practically demanded.

"me?"

"no, the wall behind you. yes, you, y/n," he joked, the same smirk only you get to see on his face. this time, however, it was a full-blown smirk.

"are you sure?"

"yeah," he scoffed, dragging you by the arm to an empty space. he studied how your face contorted from surprise to concern. "listen, if you think you're gonna drag me down or whatever, you're not-"

"no, it's not that," you interrupted. you felt your pride inflate slightly.

"then what is it?"

"i just don't want to hurt you."

it was his turn to be shocked. what did you mean by that?

the first hour went by, techniques were taught, & moves were learned. however, now it was the time that really put things to the test: open spar. it was at this time in training when things got heated. everyone in the room gives it their all no matter what, so the atmosphere turns into something animalistic, yet so empowering.

but before that, is a small water break. speaking of water, where did you leave yours? you swear you brought it in. bakugo must've seen how confused you appeared when he offered (or told you), "here, take some of mine."

too thirsty to even care the open-mouthed expressions from your peers, you took the bottle from his outstretched hand. "thank you!" you cheered, taking a few sips then handing it back to him.

"was that even enough? you barely drank anything," he jested. it sounded like he was teasing you, but, again, he said something like he cared about your well-being.

"yeah, i'll be fine. the worst that can happen is i'll faint."

"you better not. i need a good training partner."

"oh whatever, you're getting a good training partner."

suddenly, the instructor boomed, "water break is over! get back with your partner for sparring!"

once everyone huddled back with their partners & got situated, the instructor explained briefly that everyone will be grappling ("no striking" he repeated ten times as well) five minute rounds, switch partners, another five minute round, & so on so forth. "alright got it?"

"yes sir!"

"good," he nodded to his assistant, who got the stop watch ready, "3, 2, 1, go!"

yoy & katsuki go into your stances. one thing about being shorter than him is that, in the game of wrestling, you're at in advantage at first. "don't go easy on me," you told him, it was meant as a warning

"i was just about to tell you i wasn't." the moment he finished, he took a double-leg shot. it was executed near flawless-- emphasis on the near.

you sprawled your legs back, collapsing your body on top of his. you drove your shoulder into his neck, which resulted in bakugo's face smushed against the mat. he might be strong, but no one's neck is that strong to hold up an entire person. you heard him audibly groan "fuck!"

you caught his arm & his head with one of yours. the two of you were on your knees, but your goal was to get him flat, stomach down. with his trapped arm & leg, you pulled him out from under you & quickly sped towards his back. you mounted him, keeping yourself close to his. you gazed up at your instructor, who gave you a knowing nod of approval.

like a good fighter, katsuki sprung his head up. he missed your nose, instead having his skull collide with your cheek. it hurt, but you had to keep going. "since when did you learn how to wrestle?"

"what do you mean?" you thought everyone knew. you swore that you've mentioned it in front of the class.

"you're fucking good, you know that?" he praised as he fought of your hands.

"you're not too bad yourself," you told him before you crossbody locked him.

"no, i'm being serious. you're too damn good. you're gonna be my partner every time we grapple."

you & bakugo, now you call him katsuki, have only grown closer since then. he would take time out of his study session to ensure you understood the material. before he could finish, the library assistant -a girl around your age- would ask if he needed help with anything, shy blush on her face.

other times he'd walk with you back to your dorms when a group of girls would ask for his number.

it was a constant occurrence; girls notice him, ask for something, then ultimately get rejected. it wasn't in a nice way either. he always degraded & humiliated them, but they'd let him because of how handsome he was.

it was a saturday afternoon where you & katsuki got food from a nearby convenience store & sat in the park. no scheduled training or overwhelming amounts of homework. he insisted on paying for you, & who are you to reject free food?

"okay, but i really have to ask," you started, eating your food, "why aren't you dating anyone?"

"i don't know," he simply put it, downing a bottle of a protein drink.

"you do know, you're just not telling me." you actually didn't know if that was true, you were just bluffing.

"fine, i'm just waiting for a some girl to realize i like her," he admitted so nonchalantly, as if he didn't drop a mind bomb.

your mood dampened. he was your dream guy, the more you hung out with him. you might have developed a crush on him, yet you didn't even realize he liked anyone else.

"no way! who?" you had to sound enthused or he would know something was up.

"no one, forget i said anything," he cleared.

"i want to know~ i can help find out her favorite flowers or something so you can confess!"

"really?" he asked, brow quirked. you nodded your head.

"tch, alright. what's your favorite flower?"

that didn't make any sense. "what?"

"you said that you're gonna help me confess, so what's your favorite flower?"

"katsuki, i don't think she has the same favorite flower than me."

"oh my god, you're so fuckin' dense," he muttered under his breath. "i want to know your favorite flower, y/n, so i can confess." his cheeks reddened as he gave you intense stare, studying your expression. it was still confused.

"confess to who-" he cut you off by putting his hand behind your head & pulling you into a kiss. it was gentle, passionate, & truly shocking to you.

"confess to you, idiot," he panted when the two of you pulled away. "i'm already here," he said with a fuck-it attitude.

"y/n, i've liked you for a long time, a really long time. i thought i made it obvious but you never really caught on cuz you're a dumbass or something."

you laughed, & he smiled at you.

he continued, "so then shitty hair told me i had to make it even more obvious, so that's what i've been doing this entire year."

"but all those girls-"

"yeah well i didn't know i was getting a fan club this year. honestly, they don't fuckin' matter though. what matters is you & i," he told you, his face still so close to yours. "so tell me, if you feel the same."

"i-i do," you stuttered out. in your defense, you were not used to such close proximity to anyone, let alone a sculpture chiseled by ancient greeks themselves.

"say it again," he said, voice deep & eyes half lidded. "i need to hear it again."

"i do, katsuki," you repeated per his request. "i really, really like you."

he pulled you into another kiss, & you both felt each other smile. it felt right.

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mrsfancyferrari · 3 months

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Can I get a monster trio x crush (they haven't confessed/aren't in a relationship yet) when basically they're playing a game with Nami because they're bored and Nami says, "Say the first word that comes to mind when I say...(crewmates name.)" And y/n isn't thinking and says 'daddy' and they overhear. And Nami starts teasing the shitzu out of them.

thank you!!

My Daddy

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Sorry if there is not enough sexual tension in here that you guys must have wanted. I'm personally not used to the tern 'daddy' in that way but I tried my best!

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"Straw Hat" Luffy

- was eavesdropping because he smelt food inside the room

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"Okay Y/N, let's play another game. Uno is getting too boring," Nami muttered.

You nodded in agreement, your eyes scanning the room for a more exciting game to play. "How about we try a round of Charades?" you suggested, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

"Nah, I've got a better idea," Nami smirked.

"What is it?"

Nami grinned and explained, "It's a game where I'll say a word, and you have to say the first word that comes to mind. We'll go back and forth, and the goal is to see how quickly we can come up with a word."

"Sounds like a fun game! I'm up for the challenge," you replied with a competitive glint in your eyes.

"Okay, what do you associate with me?" Nami asked.

"The navigator," you said confidently.

"Wow, not drawing a map of the entire world?" Nami pouted, taking a sip of her drink.

"Well more people know you for the weather," you said, not affected by her whining.

"Okay, now what do you associate with me?" you asked, snacking one of the Sanji's desserts.

"Probably Luffy,"

"Luffy? Why Luffy?" you repeated.

Nami questioned, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, you two are always together, embarking on wild adventures and stirring up trouble."

"That's because I'm the one who keeps him in line and makes sure he doesn't get too carried away," you responded, causing Nami to laugh and playfully swat at your arm.

"What about you? What do you think of Luffy?"

"Daddy," you blurted out, causing Nami to burst into laughter.

"Oh, Daddy, huh?" Nami teased, raising an eyebrow mischievously.

"I never took you for the paternal type, Y/N. Are you sure there's nothing you want to tell me?" she added, laughing uncontrollably as your face turned beet red.

"It's not what you think," you muttered shyly, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Of course not," Nami teased, "Don't worry, I'll keep this a secret," she added, still giggling at your embarrassment.

Little did Nami and you know, Luffy had been eavesdropping on their conversation the entire time, his curiosity piqued by their game.

As Luffy listened in on their conversation, a confused frown spread across his face. "Y/N thinks of me as a daddy? What does that mean? I'll have to ask her about it later," Luffy muttered to himself.

The tantalizing aroma of dinner filled the air, diverting Luffy's attention from his bewildering thoughts about your comment. His stomach growled, and with a wide grin, he quickly made his way towards the source of the delicious smell. . . .

You had been fixing Luffy's hat after he fought a big boss and had gotten hold of his hat, carefully straightening out the dents and smoothing the fabric.

You had to carefully sew the straw hat back to gather, making sure to mend any tears or loose threads. As you worked, you couldn't help but marvel at the countless adventures Luffy had embarked on while wearing this iconic hat.

A part of you felt honored that you were responsible for fixing his hat, knowing that it symbolized not only Luffy's resilience and determination, but also the trust he had in you to take care of something so precious to him.

"Y/N! Y/N!" A voice yelled from behind you, making you jump. You turned to see Luffy himself, a wide grin on his face.

Luffy's wide grin was accompanied by beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, evidence of the intense play session he had with Usopp and Franky in the scorching heat. Despite the sweat, his vibrant energy seemed unfazed as he eagerly approached you.

"Luffy, you're supposed to be healing," you scolded, sighing as he sat beside you. "I can't believe you're already up and about after that intense battle. You really are something else."

"It's nothing," Luffy shrugged, his eyes fixated on the carefully repaired hat in your hands.

You sighed again before placing his hat on his head, feeling a sense of satisfaction as you saw it fit perfectly. "There you go, Luffy," you said with a smile. "Good as new. Just remember to take it easy and let yourself heal properly." Luffy nodded, his grin widening even more, as he proudly wore his beloved straw hat once again.

Though Luffy didn't stand or move as you placed all of the materials that you used away, his eyes never leaving you.

"So why did you call me daddy?" Luffy said suddenly.

You choked on your own breath, coughing in surprise as Luffy's unexpected question caught you off guard. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of what he had just said. "Wait, what?" you spluttered, eyes wide with confusion.

"I overheard you and Nami talking," Luffy started, munching on the food that was left on the table.

You turned to face Luffy, and despite his unexpected question, his eyes sparkled with pure energy.

"Do you even know what it means Luffy?"

"Nope,"

You turned away from him to collect your thoughts, trying to figure out how to explain the meaning of the word "daddy" to Luffy without making things awkward.

"But Nami told me," Luffy said, his mouth full of food.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I still don't get it," Luffy munched. "It's used to address a male authority figure or idol in a sexualized manner."

Your cheek felt red as you struggled to find the right words to respond.

Nami! How could you tell him! You traitor!

"Does that mean I get to call you Mummy?"

As you processed Luffy's question, your mind started to malfunction, unable to comprehend the absurdity of the situation.

"Luffy," you stammered, trying to regain your composure, "saying those things is reserved for someone you deeply care about, someone you love romantically. It's not something you just casually say to anyone."

"That's exactly why we should do that!" Luffy argued. "I like you."

You froze, unsure of how to respond to Luffy's declaration. A part of you wanted to brush it off as a joke or a misunderstanding, but the sincerity in his eyes made you realize that he was serious.

"I need to go," I said, getting up and leaving, when Luffy grabbed your arm. His grip was unsurprisingly strong, and as I turned to face him, I saw the determination in his eyes.

"Don't you like me too?" he asked softly, his voice filled with vulnerability. You looked into Luffy's eyes, conflicted and unsure of how to respond.

A thousand thoughts raced through your mind, but you couldn't deny the growing affection you felt for him.

You then quickly went down on your knees and placed a small kiss on his lips, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. As you pulled away, Luffy's eyes widened in surprise, and a wide grin formed on his face.

"Let's take it slow okay," you said, flustered as you started to leave again.

"Okay!" Luffy agreed, following you with a beaming smile on his face, his hand reaching out to hold yours.

For the next week, Luffy continued to follow you around the ship, his excitement and affection evident in every action. However, his clinginess eventually caught the attention of Nami, who scolded him for being too clingy and reminded him to give you some space. . . . .

"Pirate Hunter" Zoro

- was eavesdropping because one of his swords was in the room (probably got lost)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:

"Okay Y/N, let's play another game. Charades is getting too boring," Nami muttered, picking up an alcohol drink from the small nearby fridge.

You nodded in agreement, your eyes scanned the room for a more exciting game to play. "How about we try a round of Pictionary?" you suggested, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

"Nah, I've got a better idea," Nami smirked.

"Really? What is it?"

Nami grinned and explained, "It's a game where I'll say a word, and you have to say the first word that comes to mind."

"Sounds like a fun game! I'm up for the challenge," you replied with a competitive glint in your eyes.

"Okay, what would you associate with me?" Nami asked.

"Being the navigator," you said confidently.

"Wow, not drawing a map of the entire world?" Nami pouted, taking a sip of her drink.

"Well more people know you for your weather skills," you said, not affected by her whining.

"Okay, now what do you associate with me?" you asked, snacking one of the Sanji's desserts.

"Probably Zoro,"

"Zoro? Why Zoro?" you repeated louder, shocked.

Nami questioned, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, I see how you look at him when he's fighting."

"That's because I'm just trying to study his moves to use them myself," you responded, causing Nami to laugh and playfully swat at your arm.

"What about you? What do you think of Zoro?" Nami asked after finishing her drink.

"Daddy," you blurted out, causing Nami to burst into laughter again.

"Oh, Daddy, huh?" Nami teased, raising an eyebrow mischievously.

"I never took you for the paternal type, Y/N. Are you sure there's nothing you want to tell me?" she added, laughing uncontrollably as your face turned beet red.

"It's not what you think," you muttered, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Of course not," Nami teased, "Don't worry, I'll keep this a secret between the both of us," she added, still giggling at your embarrassment.

It was unknown to them that Zoro had been listening to their conversation from behind the door while they were talking.

His face turned slightly red at your unexpected response, and he quickly turned away, pretending not to have heard anything.

"Daddy, huh?" Zoro muttered to himself, flustered and completely forgetting about the sword he was going to retrieve.

He couldn't help but wonder what you meant by calling him "Daddy." The unexpected revelation left him feeling both intrigued and slightly embarrassed. . . .

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After landing on another weird island, the crew was separated into two team; Nami, you, Zoro, Usopp and Robin, Franky, Luffy and Sanji while the rest stayed at the ship.

Unfortunately for you, you were stuck with the two biggest scaredy cats and a man with no sense of direction. What good luck did you really have?

First Zoro had got lost as soon as the group stepped into the forest and then a 13 foot tiger came over and scared the scaredy cat duo away, leaving you with a tamed tiger and an untamed forest.

"Where are these guys?" You asked yourself as the tiger let you on its back and they started to walk deeper into the mysterious forest.

The dense foliage began to give way to a clearing, revealing a hidden paradise unlike anything you had ever seen before.

"Where is who?" A voice said behind you, making you jump and turn around with your sword in your hands.

To your surprise, it was none other than Zoro himself, who had finally found his way back to you. "Zoro! How did you...?" you stammered, unable to hide your astonishment.

"Oh, were you looking for me?" Zoro smirked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I guess even a sense of direction as terrible as mine can still lead me to the right place. Lucky you, huh?"

You blushed at his comment, feeling a mix of annoyance and admiration for Zoro's confident demeanor. Placing your sword back into the sword holder, you replied, "Luck has nothing to do with it. I was perfectly capable of handling myself without you, you know."

"Of course you wouldn't admit it," Zoro said casually, walking closer to you on the tiger's back.

"Admit what?"

"Admit that you missed me," Zoro teased with a mischievous grin, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Why would I miss you?" you retorted, rolling your eyes. "I was doing just fine without your sense of direction and constant bickering. In fact, it was quite peaceful."

Zoro chuckled, his grin widening. "Oh, I see. So you don't miss my amazing company, huh? Then why did I hear that my nickname is daddy?"

"You spun around and looked at him in shock, unable to believe what you just heard. "Who told you that?" you asked, your voice filled with disbelief.

Zoro bursts into laughter, thoroughly enjoying your reaction. "Ah, so you do miss me after all," he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

How does he know? Did Nami tell him or was he at the door when I said it out loud?

"N-No," you said, your cheeks turning red with embarrassment. "That was just a silly joke someone made. It doesn't mean anything."

Zoro's laughter subsided, and he looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "Sure, sure," he said, his tone teasing. "Whatever you say, Y/N."

"So as your daddy, shouldn't you be more nice to me," his voice said behind you, catching you off guard.

A hand crept up to your waist, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You turned to find Zoro standing close, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Or maybe I should teach you a lesson," he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain your composure despite the sudden proximity. "Oh, is that a threat, Zoro? I'd love to see you try," you replied, a smirk of your own forming on your lips.

Zoro's mischievous grin grew wider as he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against your ear. "Oh, it's not a threat, Y/N," he murmured huskily. "It's a promise."

Quickly, you turned round to face him, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you. The air crackled with tension as his mischievous grin transformed into a smoldering gaze, and you couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through your body.

"How do you intend on fulfilling this promise?" you challenged, a mix of curiosity and anticipation in your voice. Zoro's eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in even closer, his lips dangerously close to yours.

"Oh, I have a few ideas," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to see if your actions can live up to your words," you responded, a playful glint in your eyes.

Zoro's lips gently brushed against yours, sending an electric jolt through your body.

The kiss started soft and tender, filled with a mix of longing and desire. As the intensity grew, his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer as your lips moved in perfect synchronization.

Time seemed to stand still as the world faded away, and all that mattered was the intoxicating sensation of his lips against yours. Every touch, every movement, was a dance of passion and connection, igniting a fire that burned between you.

It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a promise of the desire and pleasure that awaited as you surrendered to the magnetic pull between you. . . .

"Black Leg" Sanji

- was eavesdropping because he was looking for the girls to try his new drink

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"Okay Y/N, let's play another game. Pictionary is getting too boring," Nami muttered, picking up an alcohol drink from the small nearby fridge.

You nodded in agreement, your eyes scanning the room for a more exciting game to play. "How about we try a round of Uno?" you suggested, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

"Nah, I've got a better idea," Nami smirked.

"Really? What is it?"

Nami grinned and explained, "It's a game where I'll say a word, and you have to say the first word that comes to mind."

"Sounds like a fun game! I'm up for the challenge," you replied with a competitive glint in your eyes.

"Okay, what would you associate with me?" Nami asked.

"Being the navigator," you said confidently.

"Wow, not drawing a map of the entire world?" Nami pouted, taking a sip of her drink.

"Well more people know you for your weather skills," you said, not affected by her whining.

"Okay, now what do you associate with me?" you asked, snacking one on the Sanji's desserts.

"Probably Sanji,"

"Sanji? Why Sanji?" you repeated, surprised.

Nami questioned, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, I see you are with him."

"What do you mean?"

"Like how you're nice to him all the time," Nami gave an example.

"I'm being nice to him because he's nice to me," you responded, causing Nami to laugh and playfully swat at your arm.

"What about you? What do you think of Sanji?" Nami asked after finishing her drink.

"Daddy," you blurted out, causing Nami to burst into laughter again.

"Oh, Daddy, huh?" Nami teased, raising an eyebrow mischievously.

"I never took you for the paternal type, Y/N. Are you sure there's nothing you want to tell me?" she added, laughing uncontrollably as your face turned beet red.

"It's not what you think," you muttered shyly, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Of course not," Nami teased, "Don't worry, I'll keep this a secret between the both of us," she added, still giggling at your embarrassment.

Suddenly, you two heard a thud behind the door, causing both Nami's laughter and your embarrassment to fade instantly. They exchanged worried glances before cautiously approaching the door to investigate the source of the noise.

As blood started to leak into the room, they exchanged a horrified look before cautiously opening the door to find someone lying unconscious on the floor.

As they got a closer look, they realized it was Sanji lying unconscious on the floor. Panic washed over them as they quickly checked for any signs of injury, hoping he was alright.

Instead, they found that all of the bleeding came from his nose, and there were no other visible signs of injury.

"Sanji?" you whispered, shaking his shoulder gently. As he stirred awake, you asked, your voice filled with concern, "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Y/N?" Sanji muttered, his eyes still closed, "She thinks of me as a daddy?"

Nami sighed behind you, "he's such a pervert," before walking back into the room. . . .

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Sanji had passed out again after waking up the first time. Worried, you quickly called Chopper, knowing that Sanji needed medical attention and that he would be the best person to help get him back to his bed.

Chopper decided it was best to supervise Sanji in his doctor's office and turned into Heavy Point form to carry Sanji away, saying goodbye to you.

Feeling bad since you kind of caused Sanji to collapse, you decided to clean the dirty dishes he was supposed to do.

It's been five months since you joined the straw hat crew. Even though those months went by quickly, one particular blonde kept capturing your attention. Sanji's charm and chivalry had a way of drawing you in, and you found yourself growing more and more fond of him with each passing day.

You felt your face heat up as you remembered that Sanji had heard your conversation with Nami. The thought of him knowing your true feelings for him made your heart race and your cheeks flush even more.

"Why did I say that?" you muttered to yourself, regretting the slip of your true feelings. The embarrassment overwhelmed you, but deep down, a small part of you hoped that Sanji's passing out was due to something else entirely, and not your confession.

As you scrubbed the dirty dishes, you couldn't help but wish that Sanji would sleep until tomorrow, sparing you from the awkwardness and embarrassment.

However, with your captain's insatiable hunger and the pile of 50 plates waiting to be washed, it seemed like you would have to face Sanji sooner than you had hoped.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't realize that someone had quietly entered the kitchen until you felt a warm breath on your neck.

Startled, you turned around to find Sanji standing behind you, a concerned expression on his face. His arms were placed on top of yours, taking the plate that was about to fall out of your hands.

"Let me help you," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance.

"Sanji! Aren't you supposed to be with Chopper?" you asked, turning around to face him, surprised by his presence in the kitchen.

Sanji smiled gently, his concerned expression turning into a playful one. "And leave you to do my duties? There is no way I would let you do it alone."

"But I caused this," you muttered, your hand gesturing to the bandage wrapped around Sanji's head. "I'm sorry for making you collapse earlier." Sanji's playful expression softened, and he gently grabbed your hand with his.

"Don't blame yourself," he reassured you. "It wasn't your fault. I should have taken better care of myself."

"Really?" you asked, your voice filled with disbelief. Sanji chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "Really," he replied, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

As he spoke, he placed your hand on his cheek, his face turning slightly towards it. "In fact," he said, his voice filled with sincerity, "hearing your confession made me realize how much I care about you too."

Your heart skipped a beat as you processed Sanji's words, and a smile slowly spread across your face. "I'm glad," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine happiness.

"I care about you too, Sanji."

Slowly, your other hand rose up to link around Sanji's neck, pulling him closer to you.

"Can I kiss you?" Sanji muttered, his voice barely audible. You felt your cheeks flush as his words hung in the air, and without hesitation, you leaned in, closing the gap between you and sealing the moment with a gentle kiss.

Sanji moved back first, letting you catch your breath and giving you a moment to process the intensity of the kiss. As you both pulled away, a soft smile lingered on your lips, and you could see the same happiness reflected in Sanji's eyes.

"So you think of me as a daddy, huh?" he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Blushing, you took your hands away from his shoulder and used them to cover your face, feeling a mix of embarrassment and delight. "N-no! I mean, it's not like that!" you stammered, trying to hide your flushed cheeks.

Sanji chuckled, his playful teasing evident in his voice. "Relax, I was just kidding," he said, his eyes filled with affection as he gently pulled your hands away from your face.

"I mean the other kind of 'daddy'," you muttered, unable to look into his eyes.

"Are you sure you want that with me?" he questioned, raising your chin up to have eye contact with him.

You nodded, feeling a rush of courage and vulnerability intertwine. Wrapping your hands around his neck again, you gazed into his eyes and whispered, "Yes, Sanji. I want that with you."

Sanji quickly sneaked his hands low enough to lift you onto the kitchen counter, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

His lips found yours again, this time with a hunger that matched your own, as you both surrendered to the passion that had been building between you.

You felt your hands slide around his neck as you pulled him closer, the two of you lost in a heated embrace. His lips trailed down your neck, sending waves of pleasure through your body as your heart raced. You both pulled away, both breathing heavily as you looked into each other's eyes.

"I love you, daddy," you muttered, your voice filled with genuine affection and admiration.

"I love you too, my darling." Sanji said, capturing your lips one more time, sealing your declaration of love with a passionate kiss that left you breathless and craving for more. . . .

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anzulvr · 17 days

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୨୧ On Purpose Karma x (fem) Reader I| Chapter: 05 ୨୧

Prev || 05 Un? Fortunate || Next

⎯ "Just because you're a part of the student council doesn't mean you're allowed to get all cozy with Asano." [Name] was sort of familiar with the student, a member of the fan club dedicated to the chairman's son, Asano Gakushu. 'It's way too early for this.'

They'd never talked, but that didn't mean she hadn't had this same conversation with other people. It was as if his fan club had a precedent of hating [Name] before admitting members.

"I really don't know what you're talking about, but I can assure you there's nothing going on between-" The girl kept walking, harshly brushing her shoulder on [Name] in the process. She could barely get a word in.

It really wasn't like that. There was no reason for anyone to believe so, sure, she wasn't exactly out in the open about it but she was in a relationship. She isn't the type to mess with other guys behind Karma's back. She guessed it was the result of being the only girl on the council. They overanalyzed her every little step.

"If you want to be in the same class so badly just start failing until they throw you down with me." Those were Karma's words from a few days ago, and [Name] was starting to consider them.

She couldn't decide if it was worth it or not. She was on top of her academics and as annoying as they were, spending so much time around the council meant the members grew on her.

'I need something to drink...'

Out where the vending machines were she saw a familiar face, his blue hair tied up in pigtails. It had been so long since [Name] talked to Nagisa. As she was about to say hi, she noticed the green-haired girl who had been with him at the café. Her name was Kayano if she remembered correctly.

She didn't want to be rude and interrupt, that was the excuse she was going with. In full honesty, she was curious as to what Nagisa was doing with a girl, listening in for a bit wouldn't hurt.

"Explosives, guns, knives. I'm starting to doubt it's even possible to kill him." They were hovered over a notebook as if they were trying to solve a thousand-piece puzzle.

Some kind of game? That's what [Name] was wondering.

"but your notes are great, it's cool you're so observant Nagisa... what were we here for again?"

"Karma's strawberry milk."

"Yeah... He's a bit addicted don't you think?"

"Not as bad as your pudding thing... uh, hold on."

With instincts like Nagisas, he picked up on an uncounted-for presence. He shot Kayano a look, instructing her to quiet down with his eyes.

"[Name?]"

"Hey Nagisa! Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop but you were busy."

"It's okay, How have you been?" He smiled warmly, internally he was praying you didn't hear anything strange.

"I'm good! I've missed you a lot, we haven't talked in forever!"

"We should hang out one of these days! Oh, I should introduce you, Kayano this is [Name], [Name] Kayano." He gestures between the both girls.

"Nice to meet you." Kayano shakes her hand.

"Why are there two types of strawberry milk here? Kayano, do you remember which one he gets?" asks Nagisa.

"No, just take a guess."

[Name] types on the vending machine's number pad. "He likes both but prefers this one, They taste the same to me though." She shrugs and almost hands the milk box to Nagisa, but she pulls back out of his reach at the last second.

"Can I go with you? I'll drop you off at your class!"

Nagisa smiles "That would be fun but you have your own class to get to."

"It's fine! I usually worried about skipping but only for a little won't hurt."

Nagisa is hesitant when he says "You'll face harsher consequences since you're in council." He didn't want her to feel rejected but if they walked together there was a pretty good chance she'd catch sight of Korosensei.

"The opposite actually, I get away with way more by being in council. It works out! Let's go I wanna see Karma."

Kayano yanks the milk from [Names] grasp. It's very abrupt and leaves an uncomfortable feeling in everyone. [Name] feels embarrassed, she's internally hoping they can't see it on her face. The feel becomes uncomfortable for a second, Kayano looks down not meeting [Names] eyes.

In an attempt to fix things [Name] apologizes, "Sorry, I get the hint, see you Nagisa." She smiles trying not to let things get more uncomfortable for anyone. They probably want to be alone.

"It's not like that! We'd like you to come but we'd get in a lot of trouble if anyone saw you with us, over the weekend we should meet up."

"Alright, we can do that." They wave goodbye to each other.

⊹₊ ⋆ Time skip ୨୧ ⊹₊ ⋆

"If you want to be in the same class so badly just start failing until they throw you down with me." [Name] and Karma were lying on his bedroom's wooden floor, staring up at the ceiling as they talked about whatever topic bubbled up on their minds.

"Hey Karma, do you really think I should drop down to E class?"

He looks at her curiously "What's got you thinking of that?"

"I was thinking of what you said the other day, maybe that is the only way we can be together."

"You don't have to sacrifice your grades for a few more hours with me, clinger."

"I wasn't gonna, it would take too long to get me to fail everything! Remind me why they decided to put you in that class again?"

"I broke a guy's arm." He says with not a second thought.

[Name] sighs "I can't do that..."

"I could do it for you, and you can take allll the credit. I got ways to make 'em play along!" If it were anyone else talking about this with so much excitement [Name] would question their mental state, but it's Karma.

"That's not what I meant... but thanks for having my back!"

Karmas is not sure about this, He knows [Names] fears and she's got lots of them. Spiders, thunder, heights, and much more, He questions if her heart could handle seeing a three-meter-tall octopus who might be the reason the world ends. Ultimately Karma decides to indulge in it, it would be nice having her around, on top of that she'd get along with his friends and definitely like the teachers more.

He thinks back to all the other stuff he pulled, none of which worked out but trying again wouldn't hurt, at least not him.

"You can try pulling pranks but it wasn't that effective for me."

"Help me think of something?"

"I wouldn't let you do it without me."

For now there was nothing to worry about, no one to distract them from one another, just the two of them.

note: sorry for still taking so long on request :,( I’m trying to balance the post of request and On Purpose, Ive also been reallll busy. Does anyone actuallyyyyy read this fic?? the updates are kinda just setting everything up rn, more Karma soon!

#ansatsu kyoushitsu #karma akabane #karma x reader #assassination classroom x reader #karma akabane x reader #akabane karma x reader #assassination classroom #karma akabane headcannons #assclass #kaede kayano #nagisa shiota #karma x you #reader x karma #AkabaneOnPurpose #anzulvr

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Jason Voorhees/F!Darling: First Love

Because Jason is triggered into killing if he sees people having sex, and because his one real positive figure is his mom Pamela, I think he'd only develop an obsession for a Darling in a very specific circumstance. Like I'm imagining her coddling him and talking about how he'll grow up into a handsome young man, and that ALL the girls will probably faint at the sight of him (ironically, she would be right). But that he shouldn't be so sinful and lustful about it! No, no. Only a woman like her can be her precious Jason's wife. Most women are rotten little harlots. He needs to look for a girl who's kind, gentle, not at all sinful, and who would make a good momma just like her.

Pamela never liked talking about Jason's father, but she did say that Jason is a million times better than he ever was. One day he came back to the house with a fistful of flowers and she just about cried from happiness (after he drowned, she kept them hung upside down in her house so that they would always last). Or when he would shuffle to try and open the door for her, she'd praise him for being such a chivalrous little man. So years later, when he sees a woman sitting by the lake one autumn, drawing or writing and enjoying the same scenery his mother loved, he can't help but stare from afar.

He stalks her throughout the day until seeing her come back to a section of the woods closer to one of the main roads leading to the ruins of the camp. These prefab cabins were originally meant to be a tasteless tourist trap for curious ghost hunters after the first set of murders, but were quickly abandoned after Jason was revealed to be very real, VERY dangerous, and the surrounding real estate becoming very unprofitable due to the high murder rate.

When he peeks inside, he sees the woman talking on a landline and listens in.

"Hey Mom, it's me. I'm back in the cabin--no, I'm alright, I swear! I told you, whatever Jason is, he won't be interested in anyone not wearing a camp counselor's uniform. I'm just here for a cheap summer vacation, some alone time, and some inspiration. Something about being somewhere so serene while knowing the brutal history behind it is...well, I hope it sparks something." She settles down on the couch and continues to chat with her mother, never noticing Jason eavesdropping as night starts to fall.

"I'm not going out there at night, I promise. I mean I'm not superstitious, but I don't want to make you worry anymore than you already are, haha...Yes, Mama, I've been locking the doors every night....YES, Mama, I brought my pepper spray and my knife...Though if a ghost-zombie was gonna come at me, I don't think it'd do much--Mama, of COURSE I'm being responsible! I can't look out for my safety and make a joke? Ok, ok, I'm sorry." She smirks and curls up on the couch. "Though I'm pretty sure he doesn't kill virgins, so I should be fine if he shows up. We can chat about everything we have in common: lack of bedroom experience, lover of the wilderness, uber-protective moms..."

She holds the phone away from her ear as a loud angry outburst comes from the speaker. Her reply is deadpan. "Yes ma'am, I'll smack myself on the head since you aren't here to do it yourself." She lightly pats her head and yawns; the sound makes Jason think of the kittens he had played with when he was younger.

"I'm gonna head to bed. I'll call you in the morning, ok? Yeah, by 10 am, I promise. And when I head out, too. Yes ma'am, and no more smartass comments until I'm back home safe...Love you too, Mama."

Jason watches her put the phone back onto the receiver and then walk into another room. He skulks around the outside and sees her in a modest bedroom, taking off her socks and the rest of her clothes.

He cocks his head and stares, breathing heavily and feeling strangely warm. Whenever he saw the other fornicators at the camp, he'd never felt anything like this. A woman's body was just a body, and those wicked women's bodies were just there to be cut down. But this one wasn't wicked, at least he didn't think so yet. This one was...lovely. He couldn't stop staring, breathing, and feeling his belt strain against--

He heard his mother shriek in his ear. "JASON VOORHEES!"

He ducked down underneath the window frame and covered the eye slits of his mask. He wasn't being lustful, Mama! He was just admiring her, like a pretty flower. Maybe he can keep her, just like the flowers Mama had kept in the house. Something pretty and pure, all for himself.

"If you look at her like that, you'll defile her," Mama hissed. "You need to make her an honest woman first, like me. You aren't to look at her like that until you've courted her, put your ring on her finger, and made her your wife. And if you even think about something as disgusting as fornicating with her before you're married, you'll both burn in Hell, young man!"

He hesitantly moved back up to check if his Flower was decent, and saw that she was thankfully now wearing a set of pajama shorts and a faded t-shirt. When his eyes wandered to her exposed thighs, he quickly forced his gaze upwards to avoid another scolding from his mother. Flower shivered from the nighttime breeze whistling through a drafty corner of the room and she slips something else on over her head. Jason's eyes widen behind the mask--a cable-knit sweater, as soft and warm as her skin must be.

Just like his Mama.

She stretched her arms and for a moment, the way they're outstretched makes Jason think she really might be an angel. Once she turned out the lights in the living room and curled up in bed with a book, Jason set off into the forest to start courting her. He's going to make Mama so proud, marrying a pretty Flower and fulfilling that wish to become a Grandma. He's gonna be a good boy, a good beau, a good husband, and a good father...

The next morning, ____ made her first phonecall check-in of the day with her mother after breakfast and headed out for a day of hiking and relaxing by the lake again. When she opened the door and stepped outside, she stopped and froze as her foot landed on something damp and she heard a strange jangling sound from the doorknob. "What the fuck?"

The entire porch had been covered with handfuls of green pine needles and flowers yanked out of the ground, some with the roots and clumps of soil still attached. She looked at the doorknob and saw a loop of fishing line with various bits and bobs tied to it: beads from other random pieces of jewelry, bottlecaps, animal teeth, bird feathers, and a pendant in the middle made of bone. A small brown heart had been smudged onto it, and ____ prayed that it was just paint or muddy water.

She immediately ran back inside and slammed the door shut, locking all three locks and trying not to hyperventilate. Her chest tightened as she racked her brain for what to do--call the police? Yes. Definitely. Even if it's just a prank from some asshole locals or something, it's worth having someone with a gun coming around to look into it.

From the bushes nearby, Jason was watching her pace back and forth in the cabin while holding the phone.

"I already told you, it's Crystalside Cabins, Number 3," Flower said irritably. "It's on an unpaved road, it's about...I don't know, a quarter of a mile from the lake? I--yes, I know that pranks are common around here, but I would really appreciate it if an officer could come here and check things out...No laws broken, are you kidding me!? What if the bones on the necklace are from a corpse or something!?" She scoffed and listened to the officer, shaking her head in disbelief. "With this kind of incompetence, I'm surprised the body count in this town isn't even higher. Maybe Jason Voorhees and his mother started this up just to see if you'd get out of your chairs for something that wasn't a pie stolen from a windowsill or a cat stuck in a tree!" She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "No, ma'am, I'm not trivializing the work of suburban police officers--yes, ok, I know that local teens like to mess with people who visit the town, but I really don't feel safe knowing some strangers know I'm in this secluded location all by myself.."

She finally huffed and held a hand up. "Fine, fine, you'll make an official report and give it to someone. Great. I'll thank you now since my severed head won't be able to say it later, you've been such a great help. Don't strain yourself, wouldn't want to waste those tax dollars."

Jason looked at the necklace and bouquets left on the porch, and then back to his Flower. She didn't like his presents? Or maybe she was just scared. Most people were afraid of him, but she wasn't most people. She was his beau, but now she was upset and calling the police.

Flower crossed her arms and stared at the front door, chewing her bottom lip and wondering what to do. "It probably is just a prank," she muttered to herself. "Just some cheeky asshole kids trying to mess with a tourist." She took a few steps forward and opened the door, preparing to sweep away all the plants and throw away the creepy necklace, but she stopped just as her fingers curled around one of the beads. It was likely just a prank, but...maybe, on the scientifically impossible off-chance that this was the undead spirit/corpse of a serial killer...throwing away his creepy present would probably make him angry.

She stared at the necklace in her hand, almost holding her breath as she thought about what to do. "Fuck it," she sighed. "I'd rather be gullible and dumb in the eyes of some high schoolers than risk pissing off...whatever he's supposed to be." Reluctantly, she put the necklace on and headed back inside to slip her pepper spray and knife into her backpack before going out.

Jason's breath hitched when he saw his Flower wearing her present. She looked so pretty with it on. She liked it. She wanted him to court her. "Of course she does," Mama cooed. "A handsome, chivalrous, strong man like you? She's lucky to have my little boy's affections. Now go on back home now, Jason, you need to get everything ready for tonight when you bring her home to meet me."

#yandere jason voorhees #.jason voorhees #.myshit #fem darling #yes this will continue but Sloot needs sleep #yandere friday the 13th #.friday the 13th

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wolfsbanesparks · 1 year

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Just now realizing I might have asked you a similar question in an ask before, sorry!

But I wanted to add on to it with a funny little thing

Geeen Lantern (Hal): Hey, Cap, it's been bugging me but I gotta ask, what's with you and your evil nemesis's daughter? You two a thing like Bats and that scary assassin lady?

Captain Marvel (Billy Batson, spitting out his juice): W-WHAT?!

Cyborg: Yeah, what's up with that? I've seen her on the news before, she doesn't seem evil like her old man, and she seems really fond of you. Hiding something from us, man?

Super-man (who totally wasn't eavesdropping the entire time): Oh? Did the Captain finally find someone? That's great! :D Tell me us more!

Batman: Alright, listen very carefully, Captain, when it comes to dating a villain's daughter-

Captain Marvel: AND IM OUTTA HERE BYEEE-

Just the awkwardness of the league trying to give Cap dating advice is hilarious to me

Oh my gosh this is absolutely hilarious!

I'm a sucker for the Justice League giving Cap awkward dating advice, especially in this sort of scenario where they are honestly way more clueless than they realize.

Because I honestly feel like after a certain point of knowing each other and fighting together, lots of the JL members would be inclined to "help" Cap find someone. They all think he's a catch but that he's just shy about romance (only a few are aware of how desperately he tries to avoid it). They want to see him happy, but mistakenly think a romantic partner would help.

So when news hits that he's built a rapport with the beautiful Beautia Sivana who is very openly flirtatious/in love with him, they all want to know every detail.

Half of them (like Batman) are warning him about not being lured in by a pretty face if she's related to a villain. The other half are trying to hype him up and convince him to ask her out. The ladies of the JL are trying to advise him on how to treat a lady on a date.

Cap can't escape. Every time he saves/helps/speaks to Beautia there is a new wave of interactions just like this.

Is their advice helpful? Probably not as much as they think it is.

Are both Cap and Billy mortified? Yes absolutely.

Is everyone on the jl mortified when they find out about little Billy being privy to their love advice? Also yes.

This is so funny to me and I love seeing stuff like this! It's just so fun!

Thanks for the ask!

#ask me whatever you want y'all #shazam #billy batson #dc captain marvel #justice league #beautia sivana #cap and billy are suffering #romance is complicated when one half of you is an aroace adult eldritch being and the other half is a 12 year old #not that the jl know that

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gnpwdrnwhiskey · 10 months

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Conversations with a Movie Star

Chapter One- Welcome to the Bravo Inn

Pairing- Dieter Bravo x ofc!Ava

Word Count- 1.8k-ish

Warnings- very brief mention of tobacco, alcohol and unspecified stronger substances, plenty of foul language, Ava might be an ofc but I've tried to keep her physical description a blank slate....

Author's Note- this insane idea came to me riding down the highway when I saw a sign for the Bravo Inn so yes it's a real place and yes it looks a little sketchy and I apologize if anyone knows where it is and I got that wrong, lol! Myrtle Beach is obviously also a real place, one of my favorites, but it's been some years since I've been there so I may get details wrong and I apologize for that too....many thanks to @wildemaven for putting up with me plotting this from the get go 💕

"It's not personal, Ava. The paper just had to make some budget cuts."

"You send me down here to cover this festival, cancel the room the paper had paid for- there is literally nowhere decent to stay, the place I found has fuschia carpet- do you hear me? FUSCHIA! And then fire me over the fucking phone and I'm not supposed to take it personally??"

"Look, Ava, I tried...."

"Why his own fucking granddaughter? If it was just budget cuts, why not what's his face, Kevin, in maintenance- the one that falls asleep in the bathroom all the damn time?"

"Valid point and I'm not sure...." Drew laughs.

"Or what about James? He's like seventy-billion years old and he hasn't written anything legible since like 1993! I'll tell you why, because they're both fucking men!"

"Ava!"

"What, Drew? What?"

"I tried, okay? I tried and I'm still trying. I've lined up an interview for you at the Journal in a few weeks with a buddy of mine. They're looking for a temp to cover the Ask Sam column, maybe do a few human interest pieces."

"A temp gig? What the fuck?"

"It's a foot in the door, alright? Do you want the interview or not?"

"Ugh, fine, you know I do. Text me the details. But I still hate you for doing his dirty work."

"I'm your brother, you'll get over it. Look, I'll CashApp you some money, just stay at the beach for awhile, let this blow over a bit. Maybe still write some stuff for the festival and bike week. Do some freelance shit."

"No, fuck that, no. I'm sick of trying to cold sell shit to 3rd rate travel publications or airline magazines or whatever the fuck else. So fuck that and I love you, but fuck you too, Drew."

Dieter imagines right about now the woman belonging to the voice he's been listening to is really wishing that you could still slam a phone down to end a conversation. He hadn't meant to be eavesdropping- or okay, maybe he had but she'd been pacing outside the motel office with the call on speaker phone- who even does that anymore? And also, he really liked the sound of her voice. Loved the way she said fuck, would love even more to hear it in a different context.

And then she's storming into the office, right up to the counter, which is a goddamn shame because she's all long legs in tiny cut off denim shorts and he'd like to have gotten a better look.

"Hi, I'd like...wait," she stops, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair and blinking at him a few times. "Do you even work here? Or did you like wander in off the street or something?"

"Wander in off....what?" Dieter laughs. "I didn't wander in from anywhere, I'm the owner."

"Sure, of course you are," she nods. "That explains a lot."

"What does that even mean, that explains what?"

Dieter's pretty sure this conversation has already jumped the rails and it just got started. Or she's just fucking nuts, but she's cute and he doesn't have anything else going on, so he's rolling with it.

"No offense, dude, but you're wearing a bathrobe in the middle of the day and you kinda look like you skipped the shower. For days. Plural. The word feral comes to mind and like not really in a good way? And that explains a lot. About this hotel."

She nods again like this makes perfect sense and maybe in her head it does.

"Anyone ever tell you you're rude?"

"Constantly. It's my grandfather's favorite disparaging remark. Fucking asshole. My grandpa, not you. You, I'd like to talk to about extending my stay."

Dieter raises an eyebrow and pokes at the mouse, stirring the computer to life.

"The fuschia carpet's not too offensive?"

"Heard that, huh?" She grins at him and leans her elbows on the counter, allowing Dieter a glimpse down the vee of her shirt and he swears he's halfway to smitten already.

"Hard not to."

"I'd apologize, but I'm not sorry. And also I suppose beggars can't be choosers. So, about the room?"

"I dunno," Dieter stalls, still poking at the keyboard trying to figure out the damn reservation system Anika set up. "Bike week is coming up, I could jack up the rates, get triple what I'm charging now for the room...."

"Or you could not be a dick and help a girl out. I'll pay in advance. In cash. For three weeks. The carpet will grow on me I'm sure."

"Look," Dieter sighs, giving up on pretending he has any idea what he's doing. "Can we make a deal? You come around here and figure out this reservation system and you can book your own room."

"I could just wait for the blonde to come back? The one who checked me in? She seemed efficient. A little cold, but efficient. Or like another staff member?"

"That's gonna be a long ass wait."

"There's no other staff?"

"Besides housekeeping and maintenance? Not currently."

"And the blonde?"

"Told me to go fuck myself." He mutters.

"Oh shit, what'd you do?" She laughs, sliding around behind the counter to get a look at the computer.

"Why did it have to be me?"

"I mean, again- look at yourself." She pauses to look him over now that the counter isn't separating them. "I bet you rolled out of bed, threw on those ratty boxers and your robe and called it a day. And Jesus, are those Crocs? Do you have any self respect? Nice thighs, though."

"Thanks?" Dieter looks down at his own legs before slowly letting his gaze travel up hers. "Is it inappropriate if I say you too?"

"Nah, equal opportunity ogling is allowed," she grins. "Now, can I have the chair? And by the way, if I figure this out, I'm comping myself a free week."

"If you figure this out and can show me how it works, you can comp yourself two weeks."

"Stop hovering."

"I'm not hovering."

He's definitely hovering. He knows he's hovering, would step closer, maybe lean in over her shoulder if he thought he could get away with it.

"You are totally hovering! I can feel you breathing on me!"

"How am I supposed to learn if I can't see what you're doing?"

"Ugh, fine, whatever. Look, a second grader could do this. You input the length of the stay, a box pops up and shows you what rooms are available, you click on one, and input the guest's information. The computer does the rest. And look at that- plenty of rooms available despite bike week looming in the very near future..."

"Smart ass." Dieter laughs.

"Anyway, here we go, room 4 with the lovely fuschia carpet, and Ava Greene, that's me by the way, done. Booked. Got it?"

"Uh-huh. Got it."

He definitely doesn't have it. Too busy staring at the tattoo on the back of her neck wondering what the hell it means and breathing in the scent of her, all sunbaked and coconutty from sunscreen.

She spins around in the desk chair to face him, head tilted to the side and eyes narrowed looking at him like she sees right through all his bullshit and Dieter's seriously reconsidering his stance on never getting married.

"You didn't retain any of that, did you?" She sighs.

"Can you show me one more time?" He gives her the lopsided grin that's been winning him hearts since his teenage years and is slightly dismayed when she only rolls her eyes at him.

"Maybe tomorrow," she laughs, rising from the chair and making her way out from behind the counter. "As much fun as this has been, I am temporarily unemployed so I have nothing to do and the ocean beckons. Catch ya later, movie star."

"Movie star?" Dieter deadpans. "That's a good one."

"I mean, you are....aren't you?" She asks hesitantly before shaking her head. "You know what, nevermind. Doesn't matter."

Dieter watches her leave the office before flopping down in the recently vacated desk chair, hands running through his messy- and damnit she's right, unwashed- hair and gripping the ends.

"Fuck!"

Two years of almost complete anonymity gone in the space of 20 minutes. And found out by a reporter no less. Cute as she is and as much as Dieter enjoyed her company, he figures she's no better than the rest of the scum in her profession and he resolves to keep his distance.

"Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck!"

That sums it up nicely he thinks. He's royally fucked.

Heart racing and nerves buzzing, Ava heads back to her room, her hands shaking so badly it takes her four tries to place the call she needs to make.

"Drew, Drew!" She yells down the line when he picks up.

"Ava, I'm busy. I don't have time for you to yell at me some more right now. Can it wait?"

"No, Drew, listen. Oh my God, listen. I am the luckiest girl in the world," she laughs, letting herself fall backwards onto the bed and sprawl there. "You will never believe the story that just practically landed in my lap. This could be the best three weeks of my life!"

"It's been less than an hour, Ava, what the hell kind of story could you have possibly found?"

"Dieter Bravo. I found Dieter fucking Bravo!"

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x ofc!ava #dieter bravo fic #cwams #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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Hihi can we get some Caitlyn x Undercity(gn)reader hc

Oh also you're doing a great job 🤘

Why thank you good person for requesting, haven't gotten a request in ages lol, and ty that really means alot ☺️

¤Caitlyn with a S/O from Zaun HCs¤

your probably thinking "how did these crazy kids meet?", well allow me to explain

You, not being a big fan of Silco and his crew, try your best to "rebel" in a way by disrupting shimmer production to the best of your ability

Once you got word by eavesdropping in on a conversation with Sevika and another crew member about the trap for the enforcers, you rushed over to topside to try and stop it from springing

Of course it was too late, but there was one line survivor, that survivor being Caitlym Kiramman in the flesh

You couldn't just leave her there! So doing what was right, you took her to a medic (I'm not sure what they're exactly called in Piltover) to get her some medical attention

Few days go by and you check up on her in her room as she was recently permitted to go back, and your met with a gun to the face

Thought she trusted you? She didn't even know you saved her life yet

"Wait! Don't shoot! I'm not a threat!" "How can I be so sure that you won't take me to be interrogated for info in the undercity." "Because I'm the one who saved your enforcer ass from Jinx's trap!"

... she had no words

A Zaunnite saving an enforcer? Not a likely thing to see

You two start to form a bond and start to find out you had more in common than you know

One thing being that the two of you try to minimalize distractions and get straight to the center of a problem

Another being your shared hate for Silco's shimmer empire, shes glad to know that even people from the undercity are not fond of it

The more you hang around her the more you become attracted to her, just something about her captures you, and you can't tell what

She finds out about your feelings for her, she reciprocates the feeling

Caitlyn was... unsure to say the least in the beginning of your relationship, she didnt know exactly what to do in the case of having a S/O as she's never had one, especially one from the undercity

You do your best to make sure she doesn't over exhaust herself with her work, as she's known to get carried away...alot

Cuddling? She'd be the big spoon on most occasions, just how I'd view her being

She is usually up and awake before you, so when your awake before her for once, you surprise her with breakfast in bed, you can imagine she's taking time to register this, but don't worry she is appreciative of you <3

"You did this.. for me? Your too kind darlin."

When she isn't occupied she likes talking to you or watching you do your own hobby, she is very intrigued in what you do, she may even tag along and do it with you

She will listen to you rant about anything that comes to mind, don't worry about her leaving because she will stick by your side until your done, she is a good listener

Another thing you two would like to do is go on dates to stargaze and have a nice dinner, as you didn't have that kind of luxury in Zaun

I know, it's not really my best, but I try. I hope it's good enough : )

#caitlyn x reader #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn kiramman #arcane x reader #fluff #sfw headcanons #arcane league of legends #caitlyn kiramman x reader

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wheels-of-despair · 2 months

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Live A Little | A Worth It AU | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

In This Edition: You and Ralph venture out of your cabin! Words: 1.3k

You wake to the sound of angry whispers.

"It's not proper!"

"Those kids have been through Hell together!"

"They're not married!"

Ralph's eyes open. You hold your breath and listen closely, watching each other beneath the covers and not daring to move a muscle.

"And?"

"And it's despicable! Having to share a room with… with…"

"With my niece, and the boy who saved her life?"

"I thought you said his sister was on board! Send him there, or back to the lounge!"

"My girl wouldn't leave that boy to get on a boat and save her own life, and you think she's going to let him go because you said so?"

A proud smile spreads across your face. You knew Aunt Molly would always be on your side.

"Ugh!" The other woman groans in frustration, and you hear the door open.

"If you think for one minute that I'm--" Molly shuts the door, and your eavesdropping is abruptly cut off.

"She's got it wrong," Ralph whispers. "You're the one who saved me."

"Aunt Molly is never wrong," you smile.

"Then perhaps we'll have to agree to disagree."

"That won't do," you argue, reaching out to cup the side of his face. "Because we saved each other."

You're already close, but you both move your faces forward just a tiny bit for a kiss.

The door closes again.

"Food's here, kids! I let you sleep through dinner last night, but I draw the line at missing breakfast."

Aunt Molly sits on her bed and tells you about how the other survivors are being treated by the generous crew and passengers of the Carpathia while you eat, but you find it hard to concentrate. You do notice that she makes no mention of the argument with her roommate… whose few possessions have disappeared.

Molly leaves again when you've finished eating, and you and Ralph return to bed. You've never been so exhausted in your life. You're grateful for your tiny bed, and the boy you're sharing it with.

There are no windows in your cabin. The only marker of time is whispered words on well-timed bouts of consciousness with Ralph. You remember getting up to eat once more, and to visit the lavatory. You have a vague memory of Molly suggesting that you switch beds, now that Hettie had found other accommodations, and guiding you and Ralph to the slightly larger mattress.

You'd continue to sleep inches apart anyhow.

"Should we go find Victoria?" you ask, during one of those rare occasions you're both awake at the same time.

"No," Ralph sighs. "I don't want to see her."

"I don't want to see anyone but you," you breathe.

"Likewise," he says.

And then you both drift off again.

"I can't stop dreaming about it," Ralph admits another time.

You know exactly what he's talking about. It haunts you too.

"What would you like to dream about?" you ask.

"You," he answers.

"Perhaps if we concentrate on happier things, we'll dream about them?"

"It's worth a try," Ralph sighs. "I want to see snow. Real snow, not just a flurry. I want to be in a warm house, with you, looking out the window at the falling snow. At Christmastime."

"That sounds wonderful," you smile, closing your eyes and trying to picture it. "I'll make us hot cocoa... we can bake cookies… maybe it'll be so hot, we'll have to take our clothes off…"

"Mm…" Ralph hums.

You both drift off again, hoping to experience the romantic scene you've set instead of the horrifying vision of the sea swallowing an unsinkable ship.

It's not until after dinner, delivered by Molly, that you feel truly awake again. Your aches have subsided. Your brain isn't foggy anymore. Your body still wants to remain in bed, however, so you lie there on your back next to Ralph, looking at the ceiling.

"I think I'll enjoy being on solid ground again," you muse.

Ralph doesn't respond. You turn your head to see a worried expression on his face.

"Ralph? Are you alright?"

"Do you still want to marry me?

His question makes your heart stop. Is he having second thoughts? You turn your gaze back to the ceiling, rather than stare at him in fear.

"Of course I do, Ralph. Do you still want to marry me?"

"Absolutely, but… do you think your parents will allow it?"

"I'd like to see them try and stop us," you respond without even having to think about it.

Ralph looks taken aback by your comment.

"I love you, Ralph Penbury," you smile, squeezing his hand and gazing at him in adoration. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Whether it's an hour or a lifetime, I want it to be with you. And I don't give a damn what anyone else has to say about it."

Ralph's eyes begin to water. He leans over for a kiss. It starts sweet, but soon turns desperate. Passionate. Something you haven't felt up to in days.

"I'm so happy I met you," he breathes.

"So am I," you smile, cupping his jaw and staring into his beautiful eyes. You can't imagine spending another day without him.

"Let's do it," you suggest.

"Do what?"

"Let's get married."

"Have we not just established we're going to?" he asks.

"Now."

"Now?"

"Let's get married now," you clarify. "They can't object if it's already done."

"Do you mean it?"

You nod.

"But… weddings take months to plan."

"Do you want to wait months, Ralph?"

His brow furrows, and you can see him weighing his options.

"You'd be willing to forego the dress, and the flowers, and the church? Your family being present? All those traditions? For me?"

"I don't need any of that, Ralph," you smile. "All I need is you."

"Are you sure?"

"Ralph, please don't think that I'm trying to pressure you into this. We don't have to do this if you don't want to. We're both tired and hazy still. If you want to--"

"No," he interrupts. "Are you sure you want me?"

The unsure look on his face pains you. How can he not see that he's your entire world? You lean forward for a deep kiss.

"Now who's mad?" you ask, pulling back with a smile. You cradle his face in your hands. "Of course I want you, Ralph. You're the only one I've ever wanted. And I'll still want you tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. We don't have to do this now, if you're not ready. I'll wait forever for you."

Ralph stares at you for a moment, then laughs.

"I love you," he says, leaning over to pepper your face with kisses.

"I love you too, Ralph," you giggle, lying helplessly under his attack.

"Well, my love, shall we find ourselves a minister?" he asks when he finishes.

You grin and roll out of bed. You visit the lavatories and fix yourselves up the best you can, and set off in search of a holy man. A steward directs you to the person you're looking for.

You had no idea a wedding could happen so quickly. All the ones you'd attended back home had taken months to plan, like Ralph said. Hundreds of guests, many of whom the bride and groom probably didn't even like. Thousands spent on venues and decorations and dinner for hundreds. So much commotion, the people it was for barely had time to speak to each other.

And then there was this. A quiet ceremony in a dark corner of a ship's library, days after an event that would surely be one for the history books. In the clothes you'd been wearing for days. No fanfare at all; just you, the man you love, and the man reading scripture who would happily sign the necessary papers for a young couple who chose love in the face of tragedy.

It was perfect.

#writings of despair #ralphtanic #ralph penbury #ralph penbury x you #ralph penbury x reader #ralph timewasters

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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Can I request Bruce finding out about oddducks past relationship? I’m in love with their dynamic and how Bruce is taking things slow for her sake

Bruce paused outside your office door when Clark glared at him and felt his cheeks darken slightly. He supposed it shouldn't shock him that he was there- you lived in the same city. And he'd learned from Lois that one or both of them would come drag you away from your work when they hadn't heard from you in a day or two. Or just when you'd been a little less social than usual.

"Wha-" Clark broke off and took a deep breath. Remembering the frustration in your voice. And how thoroughly you'd shut down any and all attempts to talk about Prague OR the subsequent coffee dates that weren't dates OR the text conversations. "Give it a minute," Clark said, leaning against the wall. "She's on the phone with her mother."

Bruce frowned and nodded slowly, "Alright-" The thud of either a forehead or a fist hitting the desk and a noise reminiscent of a cat being stepped on made Bruce jump and Clark winced, holding out a hand to stop him from opening the door.

"She's fine- relatively speaking." He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He could hear both sides of the conversation as clearly as if he'd been in the room. And he wished he couldn't.

"What the hell-"

"Listen," Clark said quietly, aware that your hearing- while not super in any capacity was still fairly sharp- "Let's take a walk."

"I don't need another shovel tal-"

"It's not about that," Clark said jerking his head toward the door, hoping the world's greatest detective would figure it out as he walked down the hall where he knew he could find coffee to bribe you with and an empty student lounge.

Bruce followed, glancing hesitantly towards your office door, trying not to feel unnerved when Clark shut the lounge door and put his foot against it to keep it from opening.

"Two- almost three years ago, things were... bad," Clark said hesitating, weighing how much detail he could give without saying anything that would upset you if you found out about it. "A very long story short, she wound up being the other woman in a profoundly fucked up situation." Clark pinched the bridge of his nose, "She had no idea until his wife showed up. With their kids- it was... horrible. And to this day, her mother refuses to believe she didn't know."

Bruce nodded, wrapping his brain around that. True, he didn't know you well. But- he could believe that you'd either write off or not notice any of the massive red flags. And it made him feel sick. "And so her mother-"

"Well. She tried to get a guardianship first of all. And now failing that just refuses to let her live it down."

"She's a doctor-"

"Who reliably pays her own bills and has an extensive network of close professional associates... Including members of the press who may or may not have threatened to blow the whole story up if she didn't back off," Clark said.

Bruce snorted, "So now what?"

"She doesn't go home much and only actually calls her the day her period starts so she can get all the unpleasantness out of the way at the same time," Clark shuddered slightly. He wished he didn't know that. But he did. And now he knew better than to eavesdrop on girl's night.

Bruce smiled just a little and Clark exhaled slowly, "She really didn't know-"

"And you never checked?" Bruce countered.

"I was- well frankly I was too wrapped up in... everything to really see it. She was happy. Or at least content it looked like so I let it go."

"And now you're overcompensating and doing the same thing as her mother because?" Bruce folded his arms and felt his eyes narrow. You'd not said much about Clark and why he was so against it. Bruce assumed that you didn't know. Or that you might have been trying to spare his feelings. But it was impossible, he realized for you not to know. And a lot more likely that you were tired of being treated like a child.

"I'm not-"

'Not letting her make her own mistakes and trust her own judgment and punishing her for being lied to-"

"It's not like that."

"Sure sounds like it."

Bruce could see the gears spinning. He could see the Kryptonian trying to be angry. Trying to find some justification for righteous indignation. And he saw the moment there was none forthcoming when his shoulders sagged.

"It broke her heart, Bruce. She was hurt and confused. She couldn't eat, she couldn't sleep- it just. I'd never seen her do that. Not even when her grandparents died."

"I don't want to hurt her," Bruce said quietly. He wanted to run back to your office and kiss you until you couldn't think straight. Then call your mother and yell at her.

"Just- Please tell me you don't have a wife somewhere?" Clark snorted.

"No," Bruce said rolling his eyes. "That was a publicity stunt. We never even filed papers-"

"Jesus Christ."

"Kidding. Kind of."

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #odd duck!reader #ask answered #minors dni

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nomoreusername · 1 month

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An Unexpected Match (Part 3)

Pairing:Newt x female reader

Summary:After overhearing what Newt thinks of you you find yourself falling.

Newt is genuinely the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. He's still his sweet, sociable self, but he doesn't try to make me act the same way. He doesn't make me try to talk to the Glader's, make friends, or change me. He likes me for me, and that's a special thing.

I didn't have a doubt that we were perfect together. Plus, everyone was still just as kind to him as they used to be.

Or so I thought. I wasn't eavesdropping. Alby requested that I put the Greenie in the pit because he wouldn't stop panicking. After that I kind of just needed to clear my head. Greenie's are always irritating.

As I was coming out of the Deadheads I heard my name in the garden. Normally, I wouldn't care, but then I heard Newt's voice. Now I'm here.

"Come on Newt. She's using you. She's always up to some kind of trouble so if she dates the second-in-command she knows you'll go easy on her,"Someone debated.

"No. She's not. I already told you to drop it. She likes me, and I like her. Why is that so hard to understand?"

If he's already said to drop it then this isn't the first time he's had a conversation like this.

"If she really likes you why don't we ever see you two hanging out?"

"Because we hang out when not many people are around."

"Why won't she try and talk to your friends?"

"So because she's dating me she has to change her personality and become someone she's not? Is that what you're saying?"He snapped.

"No, but come on. Now you're acting just like her."

"No. I'm defending my girlfriend. You don't have to understand our relationship. You don't even have to like it, but I won't just let you try and make it seem like it's fake. I shouldn't have to justify why she's so great, but seeing as you won't drop it I may as well. She's always there in the mornings when nobody else is. She sits with me at the Deadheads, and it never feels like we have enough time. She's there to be blunt if they have to. If she sees that someone's treating me like klunk guess who points it out so I don't deal with it? She does. She makes me laugh, and no matter what she refuses to change for anyone. She doesn't try and solve my problems. She's there for comfort and support. Just because nobody sees that side of her doesn't mean it's not there. So don't think that because we're opposites we're not soulmates. Got that?"

I couldn't help but smile as I listened to his words. Like always he's there to help even when I don't know it.

I made the right choice when I let him in. In fact, I don't think anyone in the world could ever make a better choice than choosing Newt.

#newt tmr #newt x y/n #newt maze runner #the maze runner #one shot #tmr #enemies to lovers #part 3/4

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civilight-eterna · 2 months

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Request: Velvet spends a lot of time (and, more importantly, energy) playing the straight man to Magilou’s antics. She is, of course, not a man: and as it happens, she may not be entirely straight either.

Bonus: Eleanor finds it equal parts amusing and thrilling to see the fearsome Lord of Calamity lose her cool at Magilou's prodding. But when she sees Velvet pull their teammate into an alley in Hellawes and press her up against the wall by her throat, laughter is the last thing on her mind.

"Father, I can understand why you would look at them and consider them unscrupulous miscreants, but I would recommend against being so reactive next time. It was clear enough to see that they only put on such a display because you provoked them, and I'd encourage you to consider the setting when engaging with troublemakers."

Once again, it was up to Eleanor to smooth things out in the aftermath of their little merry band trying to do something as simple as waiting in the church for the shops to open.

Privately, she thought the way that Velvet and Magilou had handled it had been...vindicating. The pastor had clearly singled them out for Velvet's attire, and Magilou had only tried to come to her rescue, in her own roundabout way.

Could it really be called a roundabout way, if Magilou was never straightforward in the first place?

Maybe Eleanor had admired the way they'd stood up for themselves because it felt like she was inadvertently sharing that umbrella of protection. She'd never really worked out how she felt about romance, but she knew enough that she was not interested in men.

Well. Most men. But she definitely had a leaning of sorts.

She parted ways with the group: Laphicet was blessedly so exhausted that he was asleep at the inn with Rokurou and Eizen to watch him and make sure he ate, so the three of them were none the wiser to the scene that had just unfolded.

I should give those two a talking-to, at least. Our cover will be blown if they keep doing things like that.

Velvet had grimaced and beckoned for Magilou to follow her for a 'chat', so Eleanor suspected they'd be just outside.

She hears Velvet's hushed voice and Magilou's not-so-hushed voice from the alley around back, and her ears perk up to listen as she sidles up against the corner to watch. Not to eavesdrop, but-just to wait and see! Maybe Velvet will do the important parts for her.

"Look. He was being a creep, but that doesn't mean you can just act as you please-! The second you started rubbing up on me I thought his eyes were going to roll right out of their sockets, the way he was ogling you." She's clearly agitated, her arms crossed, her finger tapping the inside of her forearm.

"Ohoho! So sweet of you to worry, but I'm used to being ogled! It's a shame if I'm not! A performer performs, and I performed perfectly. And you played along too, lest you forget! Throwing me across the altar and crawling over me like that until he went blue in the face-my heart nearly popped! Unless..." Magilou tips her head and Eleanor can hear her lilt suddenly drop into another tone entirely, "...did it really rile you up, right then in there? Thinking about doing it in front of a holy man, to spite the clergy?"

Eleanor is suddenly very, very still. She knows deep down that she's hiding herself for a different reason than she was when this started, but she can't will herself to move away.

I shouldn't be watching this.

"No, it did not."

"Aww, then were you worried about little ol' me? Thinking I've no defenses against the male gaze? I was never a naive country girl like you, Vel, I'm used to it."

"And you shouldn't be. Why is it so outlandish of me to want men to not act like animals? Especially around you, you look way too young for them anyway. If anything it's worse that you get them so excited."

"My my, that doesn't bode well for you, then does it, Vel?" Magilou's voice drops, suddenly serious, and if Eleanor didn't know better-bordering on authoritative. "Because I've seen you much more excited to see me than that."

It happens so quickly that Eleanor is frightened her flinch will give away her position-Velvet's claw erupts from its bandages and pins Magilou to the wall by her throat, her feet dangling.

"Keep talking if you want to pretend you don't know what I mean."

Magilou...laughs. It's strained and sputtering through the pressure at her throat, but she's clearly more delighted than afraid.

I should do something. This is getting out of hand-

SPLASH.

A burst of water soaks Velvet's face and she drops a giggling Magilou to the ground.

"Brat." Velvet bites out.

"Oh come on. I've seen you wetter. And you've seen me."

I need to leave-I really shouldn't be hearing-

But Eleanor stays rooted to the spot, ears burning, her body burning even in Hellawes' frigid climate.

"But tell you what. Let's kiss and make up? And then I'll behave until we get back to the inn." Magilou spreads her fingers into a 'v' just under her chin, poking her tongue out between them and bending her body forward with a great flourish. "What do you say, sourheart?"

Eleanor's heart thumps heavy in her chest as Velvet bridges the distance, take Magilou's chin in her own, leans in until there's barely any space between them. Velvet's lips part and Magilou's eyes go half-mast with a certain...earnestness that Eleanor wouldn't have believed unless she'd seen it with her own eyes.

But Velvet stops just shy.

"...Nice try. You're never behaved. And I'd be the fool for believing you could keep a promise like that."

Magilou's eyes flicker with a moment's surprise, but she's back on the other foot in the next breath.

"Oho, but perhaps you're the fool after all, for taking me seriously to begin with!"

...

Eleanor walks back to the inn, realizes that she's a little more alike to Magilou than she ever expected she could be, both for what thought lingers behind and for the fact that she'd never, ever be able to admit aloud-

...I was disappointed, too.

#tales of berseria #magivel #otp: act like a dove #nsft ish #my writing #requests #magiveleanor #finally getting back around to my requests....so sorry i'm late lmao

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toournextadventure · 1 year

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can we have headcannons of the gang on a road trip

(you can change it and add another person if you want, it only let me put 10 ppl 😒)

The only other person that would be in there is Eugene, and he would definitely be in between Wednesday and Birb

Everyone essentially had to force Birb into the car since she's terrified of them. There's basically a three page agreement of what they can and can't do so she doesn't have a panic attack

Birb had tried to sit in the middle but Bianca yelled at her to get her "fat head" out of the way cause she couldn't see, so she grumpily moves to the side and lets Eugene sit in the middle because Wednesday has already checked out and is ignoring everyone

Ajax would switch to be behind Birb so he could kick her seat and mess with her. The amount of times he would scream bloody murder because Birb reached around to hit him? Innumerable

Yoko, much like Ajax, is also kicking the back of Divina's seat while Enid is constantly going "Leave her alone, she's gonna break up with us" and Divina is like "Not you, just her"

Any time Xavier finally starts to chill and listen to music, Birb has Thing go over and slowly steal his things. First it was an eraser, then a pencil, and soon it's everything he's got. He knows it's Birb but has no proof. Everyone also knows it's Birb

Kent is passed the fuck out in the back. Like, no one can wake him. They're almost not even sure he's still alive

Wednesday is also (pretending to be) passed out. But really she's just eavesdropping on the chaos that's going on and listening to make sure Birb isn't freaking out

Eugene is constantly trying to show Birb what he's been doing on their Minecraft server (because she let him play on the Switch) and Ajax is always leaning forward to see because "I'm in the server too, stop gatekeeping"

Bianca has the patience of a god, she puts up with so much shit, she definitely deserves a break. Everyone leaves her alone because they respect her (and Birb said if any of them even looked at Bianca wrong while she was behind the wheel, she was personally going to kill everyone in the car and then herself)

Gas stations fear them

When the car finally gets quiet cause everyone is doing their own thing, they'll usually hear Birb humming or whistling something. Wednesday knows it's a self-soothing thing, but it's also just nice to listen to. They let her do it until Kent finally wakes up and starts the chaos all over again

#birb lore #birb headcanons

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chocolatecakeandbl · 2 years

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A little headcanon: What if Prapai's sister eavesdropped?

Okay, look, I know I'm crazy. I know. Still:

It's a silly little headcanon, but let's indulge in it for a moment, ah?

We see Prapai's sister when PrapaiSky enter Prapai's family home.

She's not stupid. If at all, she may even be more perceptive than her big brother. She knows something is off.

She looks like she's trying to solve the an equation she's never seen before with essentially no information. Because what information does she have? Her brother is in love with a cute guy. Her brother had become angry for the first time in his life for the duration of roundabout a week to the point he scolded her (also for the first time in her life). She knows her brother. She knows what kind of a strong control he holds over his emotions. She also knows his behaviour can only be connected the cute guy he once mentioned. From her younger brother she knows about the lapel pin Prapai ordered. A signal to everyone who doesn't know him. And a statement she must have internally gaped at. Her brother, the (slutty) single man who loved his freedom more than anything else got himself tied down. Got angry over something she wasn't privy too, only to appear one day with the biggest smile on his face, the anger all but a memory. And then? She finds her brother walking a guy - she's never seen before - into their family home. Something her brother never did before. It's their family home. It's a sacred place. Prapai has his apartment for his hookups, and now for the guy he's dating. He doesn't bring anyone to their home if not needed. Her brother is protective over their home. Something must have happened. She knows. She knows by the way he looks. On top of it all? The guy in her brother's arms looks spooked. He looks like he's breaking any second. He's shaking. Something is obviously not only wrong, but likely very very wrong. If she knows one thing, then it's her brother not sitting still over those he cherishes getting hurt. She knows Prapai's dark side. She knows what he is hiding behind all his smiles. Behind the tight control over his feelings. After all, the tight control is there for a reason. So what does she do? Going back to her room? Or following them and trying to take a peek on what might be going on? Because she is worried over the spooked guy her brother loves, and what her brother might do? Let's say she followed them. In this shot Sky says, "Gun was my ex." and then proceeds to tell what happened.

What if she listened? What if she heard the story? About what Gun did to Sky? What if she heard Sky asking if he is allowed to love Prapai?

What would she think? How would she feel? How would this change her whole stance towards Sky? In my headcanon she would become protective over Sky. She would make sure he is safe. She might even find out Prapai sold himself to the Mafia to get rid of Gun. She might offer to stay with Sky when Prapai is at the races, because Prapai doesn't want Sky on the racetracks fearing sth might happen to him again. While at the same time she won't let Sky know about what she knows. She would find ways to spoil Sky, to make him comfortable, to keep him in their safe circle where nothing bad can ever happen to him.

#love in the air #love in the air the series #prapaisky #skyprapai #sky x prapai #prapai x sky

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 4 months

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I cannot even describe how much I hate my school.

I hate their policies, their staff- I hate the institution as a whole.

Rant below:

It's a for profit (read: expensive) school that does not deliver anything that is up to par with the price.

The ultrasound lab is tiny, with only 6 ultrasound machines. Two machines are pretty good, one is fine, and the rest are fucking abysmal. They are what is referred to as "non diagnostic", meaning that you'd never use them to scan a patient. The image quality is so low it's like staring at TV static. But I was forced to take my competency (scanning test) on the worst machine in the lab. It was so awful that by the end, I felt like I couldn't see anything because I'd basically been staring at TV static for 45 minutes straight. My teacher even said that the machine sucks and that when you turn the gain (the brightness) up, it only makes the image more fuzzy. But yeah, I was forced to use it on my competency. And I was the only one who had to use that machine! I haven't gotten my grade back yet but I know it will be awful. And if I fail, I will have to do remediation with my teacher where we go over my images and he tells me what's wrong with them. I can already tell you what's wrong with them- the machine is a piece of shit. Also if I fail, I will have to retake it, but I am only allowed a grade of 75. I'm not the type of person to blame my short comings or failures on things outside of myself, but come on...

And when I spoke to my teacher about it after class (privately) he brushed me off. He told me he wouldn’t penalize me for the fuzzy, subpar, low quality images- but that was only half the point. I was trying to communicate to him that the issue was the machine quality + my eyes being completely fried by the tv static appearance + the horrible quality nearly threw me into a panic attack + I was the only one who had to use that machine. But he didn’t listen. And I know that he won’t take what I said (what little I was able to say before he interrupted) into account.

And the rules... oh my god. Your attendance and professionalism are rolled into one grade that is referred to as your "professionalism grade". You can get points deducted for missing class, being late, not having your textbooks, etc. And I have to laugh. Like, I went to an actual university before attending this two year program, and The fucking University of Texas as Austin did not deduct points if a student doesn't have a textbook one day. It's like we're in middle school.

Plus, this whole attendance / professionalism thing is bullshit. They said at the start of the program that if you have to miss class because of an extenuating circumstance, they will understand. But they do not understand. There is zero understanding. My classmate's brother was just murdered. Brutally murdered. She missed class yesterday to attend his memorial, and they gave her a zero for her professionalism. You're telling me that the murder of her brother isn't an extenuating circumstance?

The school as a whole has no empathy or understanding for their students.

One of my teachers also constantly eavesdrops and polices our conversations. Even when we're talking quietly in a small group during break time, she butts in. She makes judgmental comments and has to lecture us at least once a week about how we don't have it that bad. She's one of those "if it was bad for me, it should be bad for you" kind of teachers. She's always like "well when I was in school I was a full time student and working full time and doing clinical full time and I was a full time wife and a full time mother" and I just simply DO. NOT. CARE. She just wants to invalidate us and what we're going through. And she does it at every turn. She's actually done the whole "oh, let me play a song for you on the worlds tiniest violin" bit and she thinks it's sOoOoOo funny. She told a classmate of mine that he "isn't allowed" to say that he's tired when he only got 5 hours of sleep, because she "only ever gets about 2 hours of sleep"- and she says it like it's a flex. Maam, you're gonna be dead and buried at 50 if you dont sleep. Thats not something to brag about. And not sleeping is not going to help us succeed with our academics. This teacher has told us to not sleep and to skip meals in order to study- but doing those things will only make retaining the information harder.

Plus, the teachers know how fucking stressed we are and they don't care. They know the program is really hard in regard to subject matter, but they make it even worse because they are horrible when it comes to scheduling and communication. First semester, we were told we would never have a test the week before finals because it's not fair. But second and third semester, my teacher has casually added another test the week before finals as though it's not a big deal. They're constantly adding and changing test/ quiz dates- and it's never in out favor. Plus, our two teachers always make it so that we have tests / quizzes back to back. We have class Monday through Thursday, but they always choose to put their tests /quizzes on Monday and Tuesday.

Generally speaking, it feels like sabotage after sabotage after sabotage. It feels like they are setting us up to fail. I'm dreading my competency grade. I'm dreading the next two semesters. I'm so miserable.

#chcp

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apocalypticavolition · 5 months

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Let's (re)Read The Great Hunt! Chapter 30: Daes Dae'mar

Putting on that fancy jacket sure was a mistake, huh? Everyone knows you're up to something now. Oh you can say you're just an innocent lamb, but that's just what a scheming noble would say. Consider this post an invitation. Accept it, and I'll give you all my Wheel of Time spoilers. Decline and... I won't really be able to do anything because I have no way of knowing when someone sees this and moves on. I didn't think this through. But I guess you won't be spoiled for the whole series, so if that's your goal, that's nice.

Another rising sun chapter because we're in Cairhien. I hope these icons start getting a little more obscure soon.

The Illuminators were on everyone’s tongues in the city, even now, days after the night when they had lofted only one nightflower into the sky, and that early. A dozen different versions of the scandal were being told, discounting minor variations, but none close to the truth.

Note how distorted these tales are in comparison to the Seanchan because of how much is being deliberately kept in secrecy.

It was an effort for Rand not to sigh again. “Hurin, I’m sorry. I should not have shouted at you.”

This whole conversation is of course a microcosm of Rand's upcoming dealings with humanity as a whole and a rehearsal for when Rand gets really shitty to Hurin much, much later.

“He hasn’t done that before. Loial, do you think he was listening at the door before he knocked?”

As Loial says, Rand is starting to understand how the game is played. That said, Cuale probably was just freaking out over the senders of the invitations more than eavesdropping.

“Whatever they make of it, at least it’s the same for everybody. I am not for anyone in Cairhien, and I am not against anyone.”

You can't blame the kid for trying I suppose. But this is just the Pattern trying to teach Rand that he doesn't get to sit in holding patterns and have everything work out. He's got to move forward and act.

With most Houses, it wouldn’t matter. Even when they’re plotting against each other to the knife, they act like they aren’t, out where everybody can see. But not these two.

Again, Rand doesn't get to just wait it out. He has to make a decision.

“I won’t break the seals. That way, they will know I have not answered either one yet. As long as they are waiting to see which way I jump, maybe I can earn a few more days. Ingtar has to come soon. He has to.”

Of course, Rand really doesn't want to learn any lessons at all, so he's still kicking and screaming.

After a moment, he pulled the two invitations from his pocket and studied the seals, then stuck them back.

This chapter uses the word "seal" so much that I'm trying to find a way to tie it into the actual seals but so far I've got nothing. Rand does hang onto the unbroken seals he finds, but his hesitance in breaking those is a lot more about not being ready for the final boss fight yet than refusal to play and he doesn't really showboat with them for obvious reasons.

He avoided thinking of the way he might, just might, deal with ten Trollocs. It had not worked when he tried to help Loial, after all.

At least his denial here is based on practicality instead of just pigheadedness.

Rand thought a man, dressed in what had once been good Shienaran clothes, ducked back into the crowd at the sight of him, but he could not be sure.

Almost certainly that's exactly what Rand saw, and the news that he and Loial are so far away from the Horn spread quickly.

“It is my pleasure to do what I may,” the man said with his false smile.

The question here is, is he outright lying of his own accord because that's what he always does or is he being specifically instructed from above not to cooperate?

Moiraine, he thought bitterly. She’s still causing me trouble. Almost immediately, though, if reluctantly, he admitted that she could hardly be blamed for this. There had always been some reason to pretend to be what he was not. First keeping Hurin’s spirits up, and then trying to impress Selene. After Selene, there had not seemed to be any way out of it.

Points to Rand for having the self-awareness to admit that all Moiraine did was give him the rope to hang himself with. All things considered, many would just be angry with her and move on with their lives from there.

Thom’s nephew had lasted almost three years by channeling only when he thought he had to. If Owyn had managed to limit how often he channeled, it must be possible to not channel at all, no matter how seductive saidin was.

Well sure Rand, but you've literally just established that you have a hard time not using every available tool at your disposal so plot-convenient ultra-heroin is probably not a drug you can just take a little hit of at parties, you know?

The closer they came, the more certain it was, until they rounded the last stone-terraced corner and there was The Defender of the Dragonwall, smoke pouring out of its upper windows and flames breaking through the roof.

If Tuon were here, she'd likely explain to Rand that a military-themed inn bursting into flame was a Seanchan omen foretelling the fall of its city to the depicted enemy within the year.

She's not here, thank the Light, but that's probably what she'd say and she'd be right.

The common room hardly seemed as if the building were on fire. The double line of men stretched up the stairs, passing their buckets, and others scrambled to carry out what furniture was left, but there was no more smoke down here than if something had been burning the kitchen.

The Cairhieniens are probably pretty big on fire safety after the last invasion anyway. Without industrial pipes and hydrants to supply water for you, city fires can be downright apocalyptic.

“You cannot carry Hurin and the chest both, Rand.” The Ogier shrugged. “Besides, I won’t leave my books to burn.”

The books are obviously Loial's number one priority here but he has the decency to feel a bit guilty about that.

The banner was still in there. The banner of the Dragon. Let it burn, he thought, and an answering thought came as if he had heard Moiraine say it. Your life may depend on it. She’s still trying to use me. Your life may depend on it. Aes Sedai never lie.

Yeah this boy can't even leave behind the thing that would get him killed anywhere in the known world for possessing it. No way he's not going to be shooting up ultra-heroin every chance he gets even if his life didn't turn into an epic fantasy.

The onlookers stared at him, with his face blackened and his coat covered with smut, but he staggered to where Loial had propped Hurin against the wall of a house across the street.

I'd be staring too, who walks around with a coat covered in por-

"A small flake of soot or other dirt".

Oh. Do you know this may be literally the only time I've ever seen this word used in its non-sexy context?

Rand felt a shiver run through him. “It’s too late,” he told them. “You came too late.” And he sat down in the street and began to laugh.

It's cool Rand, nobody is going to think your acting like a crazy person is suspicious behavior AT ALL.

#let's read #wheel of time #wot #robert jordan #wheel of time spoilers #wot spoilers #rand al'thor #hurin #loial #cuale #aldrin caldevwin #mat cauthon #perrin aybara #ingtar shinowa

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