#once upon a time i had a lot of feelings about this loser

[blue-jisungs]

heyy, how are you doing? hope life's treating you well during the last days of the year 🤚😔

I wanted to request smth but I'm not sure if I should send it here bc I didn't see a link? anyways. I was wondering how would wonwoo or scoups deal with a s/o that hasn't dated nor kissed before and therefore is scared of the commitment and all the pressure that comes with catching feelings? maybe I have a friend who's insecure about that, iykwim

thank you for taking the time<3

firsts (and hopefully, not lasts)

author’s note. hi dear anonnie!! i’m doing good, thank u for asking <3 i hope life was treating you tenderly too!! :D

++ thank u mother @l3visbby for proofreading<33

summary. having a conversation about your worries with wonwoo, who’s understanding and caring

also this turned so self indulgent like 😭😭😭 i relate to all the bitchless single ppl out there fr fr … so worry not, i getchu…. i mean, your friend >_<

word count. ~1,5k

sometimes you wondered how did that happen. that meaning you and wonwoo dating. him, a talented and handsome idol with lots of charisma, good traits and fans. you, being a simple human with an ordinary life.

it was even quite… boring. nothing really happened in your life. highschool, then college. working and studying, an endless cycle. you were never the one to party – or get invited to parties. sure, you got along with your classmates and co-workers (or even their friends!) but you couldn’t help but feel envious when in their early 20s they already had dated, partied and had the fun of their lives.

you met wonwoo while on a vacation on jeju. for something that felt like ages, you decided to take a trip. alone. just with yourself.

while having a lonely stroll around the neighborhood, you stopped to pet a cat. it had a collar, it certainly wasn’t stray - and surely, loved belly rubs. so while you were petting the feline, wonwoo noticed you. heart warming upon seeing the simplicity and beauty of human nature, he stared for a while longer and went back to the place he stayed at.

he passed you a couple of times – on a beach, when you were secretly petting the cat, when you were riding a rented bicycle with wind blowing your hair.

you were cute and wonwoo decided that ‘screw it’ and approached you once you were reading a book under a byeonggeul tree. and the rest was history.

you’ve been dating for almost three months. yet… you haven’t kissed. wonwoo understood that, how could he not? he respected your boundaries and told you to take your time. he didn’t know the reason – that you haven’t kissed anyone, that he was the first guy you held hands with, that he was your first everything. and in moments like these, when the realization hit you like a wave crushing on rocks by the shore, you were terrified. how come you’re 27 and still a loser? bitchless loser, as many of the younger people would say. sure, wonu never made fun of you (simply because you never talked about it or mentioned it to him) but your friends, that knew you for a long time now… you felt it in your bones that they’re making fun of you.

“hey, is everything okay?” your boyfriend’s (gosh, that sounds so beautifully strange. you never thought the possibility of having a boyfriend is something that was actually possible for you) tender voice reached your ears. tearing your dozed-off eyes away from a random spot in the wall, you nodded with a shy smile.

wonwoo sat next to you, placing his warm hand over yours.

“come on, i can see something is bothering you. you’ve zoned out” he snickered and you just send him a smile “you do that a lot lately, you know? is something bothering you?”

‘you. you are the reason of my bothers’ you thought, sighing.

“well…” you started and already knew it was a mistake. wonwoo cocked an eyebrow.

“so there is something” he hummed, satisfied “you know i won’t judge, hm?”

he knew exactly what you were thinking. one would think it’s kind of creepy. actually, you found it adorable. he knew you so well, almost as if you knew each other since childhood.

“i know but… it’s silly” you mumbled and your eyes met his warm, ebony irises. wonwoo fixed his glasses with a swift flick and shook his head. you opened your mouth to say something.

communication is key, they say. you should probably tell him what’s on your mind, right?

you just sighed.

“how do you… bear with me? we… we haven’t kissed and–”

“i hate to interrupt but i’ve told you this. i don’t mind. you being comfortable it’s the most important thing to me and i would hate to lose your trust” he said, a bit sternly but you knew it was pure care speaking through him.

“i know but… i haven’t kissed, wonwoo. like, never. and actually, i’m scared. because this is my first relationship. my parents and friends have this pressure on me… and it’s so draining. ‘you didn’t even kiss yet?’, ‘when are you going to introduce him to us?’, ‘does he take you on dates?’, ‘do you live together?’, ‘are you really committed?’... ‘are you sure you like him?’... and how… how would i know? i’m scared” you burst out suddenly, words leaving your lips like water erupting from a waterfall. you see his eyes widen in shock, lips parting.

“scared of what?” wonwoo asked, blinking slowly “me…?”

“no. yes. i mean, no!” you laugh and see a wave of relief wash over him. then he frowns, so you explain “i’m scared of what you’ll think or… or where we will be in the future. i’m scared to do some things with you but also… kind of excited? i’m scared of committing but i’m also frightened of not committing! like, with all respect, how will i know i love you? do you just wake up one day and know it’s love? i’m scared i’ll get hurt or even worse, hurt you. i don’t know what to do…” your voice died in your throat.

great, you overshared. now he’ll think you’re actually insane.

you could see wonwoo was baffled. you sat in silence for five minutes, his thumb drawing circles on your hand in a soothing manner.

“that’s… a lot to process” nonu let out a small laugh and you smiled.

“i know, sorry. it’s just been on my mind lately” you mumbled. wonwoo brings his leg to the couch, then puts his other hand and grabs both of yours. looking you in the eye with seriousness, you tense a bit. uh oh.

“to be honest, baby…” your boyfriend starts (and the nickname still makes your stomach swirl with butterflies - even though you always thought it would make you cringe. surprisingly, coming from wonwoo’s lips, it doesn't) “it’s hard to answer all of these. i really like you and i truly hope our relationship will last. but human heart is really unpredictable. we don’t know what the future will bring and we can only do our best and hope, it’ll only be positive things”

you nod. you’d like that – wonwoo was a person you could never get tired of.

“i didn’t know i’m your first boyfriend. and… i feel very touched that you trust me enough to share it with me and be with me. if you’re scared that kissing or something will overwhelm you… i’ll do my best to guide you into everything you want. and if you don’t, i’ll understand that” he said and you suddenly feel like crying. your friends always say that men are shit. wonwoo must be a real angel, then.

“i can’t really tell you how you’ll know you love me. everyone realizes in their own time, their own way. i don’t think… i don’t think i’ve ever experienced romantic love, to be honest” the words left his lips and you stared at him in shock “we’re not so different, dear”

you melted, feeling your lower lip start to quiver.

“and… thank you for sharing your worries with me. i’m really proud, you know? you were scared of others’ opinion, what i will think… of your own emotions. and it's normal. it’s understandable, especially in your first relationship. but i’m here for you, okay?” he cooed, his lips forming into a gentle smile.

“you’re not… angry?” you asked quietly. his face morphed into confusion.

“no, why would i be?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.

“well, it kind of sounded like i wanted to break up. which, i don’t of course. but um… you know… a girl tells you she’s scared… i dunno…” you rambled and blew air into your cheeks.

“i’m not, of course i’m not. in fact, i’m happy. i know now how you feel, i know what’s been troubling you. and i just want you to know that… with time, it’ll become natural for you. i mean, i’d hope so” he grinned “also, for the record, i won’t judge your kisses. of course i wouldn’t but… if that makes you more comfortable, then–”

“but be honest, do you even want to kiss me?” you huffed. he giggled, shaking his head.

“duh! what kind of a boyfriend would i be if i didn’t want to kiss my gorgeous partner?” wonwoo asked a - obviously rhetorical - question, squeezing your hand gently. “i do. i really do. but as i said…”

you loosened your hand from his tender hold and smacked his arm jokingly. he looked at you disoriented but with an amused smile.

“take my time… blah, blah, blah. okay. i will, you know it” you said and sent him a serious look “but promise me… if i ever do something wrong, you tell me. right away. like… ‘y/n you’re being a bad partner!’”

wonwoo scoffed and seeing your serious look, he nodded.

“i will. i swear on my love for chan” he said and placed his hand on his heart with a proud smirk.

“awww- wait, what?” you laughed and wonwoo followed along, the comforting sound of your laughters merging together in a beautiful melody.

and you have a strange feeling in your heart. you’re not sure what is it but you’re certain that it’s its way of saying ‘you’re safe with him’.

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[foreingersgod]

ok hiiii! i’m the anon that asked for nika! sooo maybe a fic where reader is another players sister (or best friend, whatever you think would fit) and the player brings reader to a game and reader meets nika and it’s like love at first sight? maybe not as cringy as i made it sound lol, but i hope you get what i mean!

💗💗

to requester: i saw your other request and decided i’ll do them separately so we can enjoy more nika content!

Best Friends Sister . NM

pairing: nika muhl x reader

synopsis: you tag along with your parents for your sister’s game, not knowing it would be the best decision of your life.

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paigey: are you coming tonight with mom and dad or no?

you: only if you don’t hit me with another basketball then sure

paigey: i said i was sorry, dude. you should come though, i haven’t seen you for a minute

you: yea sorry, been busy and stuff. i’ll be there!

it was rare for you to attend your sister’s games on a regular basis. as much as you loved her and wanted to support, you were slammed with work and school and friends, the whole 9 yards. plus, watching millions of girls freak out over your sister was not your idea of a good time. but you’d been missing paige lately and wanted to show your sisterly support at least a few times this season.

so there you were, sitting outside your apartment on the concrete steps of the building, waiting for your parents to pick you up for the game. clad in UCONN attire, you picked at the weeds growing in between the cracks of stone.

arriving at the stadium, you could already sense the chaos. seeing all the girls there to see your sister play, it was a weird feeling. but once you made your way closer to the court with your family, seeing how happy paige looked out there, it made you feel insanely proud.

UCONN was up by 6 and your sister was killing it. being able to see her improvement throughout the game was truly rewarding to see. you cheered and hollered for each score until the end of the game finally rolled around, UCONN secured the win.

paige celebrated with her team for a few moments, reveling in their success before making her way to where you all sat. she greeted your parents with hugs, mom kissing her on the cheek and dad patting her back. then she maneuvered to you, dabbing you up before pulling you into a hug or your own.

“you killed it out there loser,” you congratulated “glad i got to see you play tonight, i’ve missed you!”

she laughed “thanks, me too”

paige worked her way around the rest of your family, taking time to chat with everyone. then she pulled you aside, motioning for you to follow her back down to the court.

“what?” you questioned, showing up at her side.

“thought i’d introduce you to everyone, plus aaliyah hasn’t seen you in forever and has been begging to see you”

you were always close with a few a her teammates, some of them being in paige’s life for so long that they became a part of your family. aaliyah, you were especially close with. but a lot of her other, newer teammates, you had yet to meet.

when you arrived on the court, paige leading you to the team, you started to spot some familiar faces. aaliyah ran over to you the second she saw you. pulling you into a bear hug and scolding you for not visiting more often. you greeted ice, too, congratulating her on a good game. it was nice to see them all again, catching up for lost time.

while in a conversation with aaliyah about how your job was going, paige politely pulled you aside again. she dragged you through the small crowd saying “i wanna introduce you to someone, i don’t think you’ve met yet”

finally, she stopped pulling you, coming to a halt just in front of the bench seats. paige was right, some girl you didn’t recognize sat on one of the seats, wiping the sweat from her brow and catching her breathe.

“hey, nika, i wanted to introduce you to my sister, YN!” paige said over the havoc of the stadium.

she looked up upon hearing paige summon her, eyes moving from paige’s and then to yours. she caught your attention right away, and suddenly, nothing else mattered once you locked eyes with the girl.

nika, you recalled paige calling her that, was the most beautiful girl you’d seen in your entire life. you studied every feature of her face right in that moment. her hair, you could only imagine how soft it was, pulled back in a near ponytail. her rosy cheeks, flush from exhaustion and excitement. her pearly white teeth that were so bright when she smiled at you. she was perfection if it were a person.

she was examining you as well, you could tell by the ways her eyes flickered between your eyes and down to your lips (triangle method iykyk). for a faint moment, it was just the two of you, lost in each others gaze. there was something about her, you couldn’t place it, but you wished you’d never have to look away.

unfortunately for you, your day dreams were interrupted when paige spoke up, confused by the silence.

“earth to nika” she waved her hand jokingly in front of her face “did you hear me? this is YN”

her eyes painfully pulled away from yours, looking at paige in surprise “right! sorry, i think i’m still a bit light headed”

she stood up, walking towards you and extending her hand out to you “very nice to meet you, YN, i didn’t know paige had a sister!”

your throat fell dry as you took her hand, gently shaking it. her touch lingered as her fingers swept against yours “nice to meet you too! yea i’m kind of all over the place and not around much so the team hasn’t seen a lot of me recently”

she eyed you again as you spoke. she tucked loose hairs behind her ear, smirking in a sultry manner.

“i get it, life’s busy” she bit her lip just enough for you to notice “but i’d..um-i’d like to see you around more”

“yea, hopefully i can stick around for a few more games” you joked, trying to hide how flustered you were.

“i’ll count on it” she said, then turned back to paige as she fumbled around in her bag, getting ready to leave “hey i gotta go catch up with a few people, but i’ll see you tomorrow?”

paige nodded, saying her goodbyes for the evening.

“see you around, YN” nika remarked, shoulder brushing against yours slightly as she walked past you, leaning in to whisper to you “and uh, do you think that maybe…maybe i could grab your number from paige or something? only if it’s ok with you”

you nodded your head vigorously, “yea, yes that’s more than ok with me”

she nodded back, flashing those dazzling teeth at you again before rushing across the court. you turned to face paige and saw the contorted look on her face.

“what the hell was that?” she asked.

“nothing” you suppressed a smile “it’s nothing”

that night, after the excitement of the game had worn off and you were back home, you were tucked into bed about to fall asleep. your phone buzzed abruptly, cashing you to roll over and pull it from its charger. your eyes squinted shut from the bright light of the screen.

unknown: hey is this YN? it’s nika :)

you didn’t have to think twice before responding and creating her contact.

you: it is, hi nika <3

nika: sorry to text you so late, paige was…very hesitant about giving me your number lol, but i was hoping i could take you out sometime if you’d want?

you: haha she’s annoying sometimes i’m sorry!

but i would love to you out with you!

nika: great! are you free friday? maybe 6ish?

you: definitely, it’s a date <3

you couldn’t stop smiling as you texted the rest of the night. who would have thought a basketball game would have changed your life completely?

#nika muhl #nika mühl #nika muhl x reader #wcbb #wcbb x reader #uconn wbb

[majimasleftasscheek]

Have you played Yakuza 6 yet? If so ya got any kazumaji head canons based off the events of the game?

I absolutely love your ideas for them and I am beyond upset that Majima was barley in the game. Or even mentioned that much.

They did the boi dirty in this game, I swear.

*clenches my ass hard enough to shit diamonds*

oh I have OPINIONS about 6 I'll tell you that but it is good fodder for the kazumaji agenda 👀 I'mma be kinda rambly in this but I promise it all ties together kdjfjkldfkldf

so we all know Kiryu goes off to find Haruka and because I'm a big fan of dadjima, I can only imagine Kiryu lets him know while he's stuck in jail and Majima's just like WHAT

so Kiryu does a lot of self reflection but acting upon it is another matter. I can see Majima chastising him, saying she ran away cuz that's all Kiryu ever does (part of him is still pissy about him leaving in y3) and she's never had a healthy role model other than the king of hypocrisy. Kiryu would go on about how it's just to protect people yada yada but Majima would be like my guy, you left a bunch of kids in the care of your daughter who should not be parenting for you. you refuse any and all help because you think you can do it all on your own. you left me with Daigo who you said I wouldn't be babysitting AND YET—

I just want Majima to absolutely rail into him about how self serving he's acted despite better intentions. like of course Haruka ran away, look how much pressure she was under, what she went through in the idol bizz (maybe I'm a loser but I did not like Haruka's part in y5 that shit icked me), what you (Kiryu) do every time you feel like a burden to people. how naïve it was to think any part of Kiryu's past would leave him behind just because he wanted it to. how his lone wolf thing impedes on everybody else. how in 5 he literally says he needs to stop running from his past and he does it anyway. this game FRUSTRATES ME rrhrrhhrhrr KIRYU FRUSTRATES ME ACK. but also I have a thing for Majima just being angry at him, to actually lash out and spew all those feelings of being left behind or being refused to let help because Kiryu's stubborn. how he let himself be used all those years to help Kiryu out just because he asked and now once again Kiryu's off on his own, never changing his tune about how he doesn't wanna rely on people. Majima's not perfect either and frankly he communicates like shit too but I just want that RAGE to get out and explore how Kiryu would hear him but never listen. makes it all the more tragic when he finds out Kiryu "died."

*tho I must note, as much as it does irritate me, 6 makes sense entirely for Kiryu's character lol. nothing he does in it surprises me in the slightest so while I'm not a fan of the story, it's pretty fitting for him since he's the downfall of his own story half the time. and it's not so simple as just saying Kiryu's to blame. he's constantly forced to deal with shit just as much as he wants to be left alone. he struggles and he tries hard I'll give him that. I don't think he's a bad person for what he aimed to do in 6 but he's not infallible either. and sometimes it's just par for the course. like how he makes the compromise at the end of the game to disappear so his family can be at peace all the while in his history, he's had major problems doing what he's told - never truly disappearing anyway, going about whatever's gonna happen in gaiden. could you imagine if Haruka caught wind that some resting bitch face motherfucker is beating the shit outta armies somewhere? could you imagine her finding out that Kiryu left again?

honestly I think his character is really interesting cuz of this. he has good intentions and I feel like to him there's some expectation that people should understand this, that people should accept his choices. I think it's fun to explore how others react to that - how it's in a way offensive, that Kiryu thinks he knows what's best and how to handle it as if he has all the power and say. how pissed people feel about him shoving them away for the sake of their safety, etc. I don't think he'd listen to Majima tbh but I think it's important that someone unafraid of Kiryu's dumbassery would lay it out how it is to him in a way that cuts, more so than Haruka, Date or like Akiyama could.

ANYWAY, Majima's mad at him lol but can't really do anything atm due to the surrounding circumstances. I like to think he's got some of the Majima family watching out for Kiryu and Haruka if they happened to see them. Nishida at least cuz ain't no one gonna arrest a cutie patootie like him. it's not much but it's a little peace of mind. Majima knows Kiryu's reckless as all hell so he's worried and doubly annoyed that Kiryu doesn't care (about his own safety or that other people are concerned for him).

so since Majima has a fat 5 minutes in the whole game, there's not much to say about his involvement overall (other than oopsie stuck in jail) but I've had some thoughts about what all the jimas³ are doing in the meantime.

all the jimas are grouped together because I said so even tho realistically they'd prolly be separated lol. Daigo and Saejima are handling things well enough but Majima's bouncing off the walls in boredom and nothing irks him more than being stuck in one spot while Kiryu's out probably getting hit over the head with a stop sign and refusing medical attention. Daigo's losing his mind but he can agree Kiryu's bullheaded and talking about that keeps Majima distracted. Saejima does his part in trying to get Majima's mind off things now that they have all the time in the world to catch up on whatever.

time passes and I'm rewriting the part in 6 where they show up at the end cuz I live in a fantasy world.

Kiryu "dies" and suddenly the three of them are released early, no doubt knowing his death had something to do with it. Daigo gets Kiryu's letter and Majima makes some joke about Kiryu's literacy but a quick scan of the letter makes Daigo's face drop. he reads it and Majima doesn't think it's real. he doesn't know how to feel. even Saejima is in disbelief. but the letter is vague. it's conjecture written by Kiryu of his own death so there's a chance he's fine. Kiryu's fine, he's always fine. he's been shot and stabbed a million times, he's fine.

but it's not long till it's confirmed by Date. Daigo's skeptical cuz his inner punkass doesn't trust cops. Saejima's on the same page but Majima's in full denial whilst also believing it to be true. his reaction is immediate and violent. he wants something to be done, he wants revenge but Daigo wants to follow Kiryu's wish to avoid war. Majima's so outraged he frankly couldn't give less of a shit about Kiryu's wishes so it's up to Saejima to wrangle him back *insert a dramatic fight here.* Majima gets his ass beat and he's just a mess. things move fast though - the fate of the clan is up in the air and he just couldn't care. but Daigo needs him and for that he pulls it together, just barely.

fast forward to when the jimas go into hiding. they get set up in a lil safehouse via Nick Ogata. I like to see it as a basic bitch type of place, very out of the way, very ignorable but the inside is nice enough. they have to stay cooped up as much as possible and it drives Majima insane. he's fidgety, always pacing. Saejima tries to calm him down and it works for a time until Majima falls into another slump and repeats.

they took a few things with them that they could, mostly small stuff, some clothes and the like. Majima brought along a few of Kiryu's things, namely some pocket cars and a shirt. he wears it often, being very against washing it. Daigo's too stressed to notice but Saejima watches Majima just break down into someone he doesn't know. he's tired, closed off, guilt ridden. Saejima starts to think this is who Majima was after getting out of the Hole. a shell of a person taking blame for things out of his control. losing the will to care for himself as some sort of self imposed punishment for not doing more. seething in silence in the powerlessness.

his beard grows scraggly, his hair is unkept and the circles under his eye grows darker everyday. his behavior mimics his Sotenbori days where everything was for Saejima, all he could think about was Saejima, how he failed him, how if he tried hard enough he could see him again. it's not the case with Kiryu though. he didn't even get to see the body himself.

he's always on his phone reliving memories through photos and conversations. he freaks out when anyone touches the pocket cars and eventually the shirt gets worn out. he's spiraling while the others look on, unsure how to deal with someone whose entire personality revolves around having a fake one.

Saejima takes initiative. maybe he's seen Majima like this before or maybe he hasn't. doesn't matter because he gives Majima a bit of tough love, telling him to get a grip. telling him that Kiryu wouldn't want to see him like this and, under his breath, he needs him in better shape so they can beat the shit outta whoever was responsible. it's not easy of course. it takes Majima awhile to learn how to live again and frankly he doesn't want to talk about Kiryu but Saejima forces him to - to get comfortable with mentioning him, enjoying the memories they had. letting him know it's okay to be vulnerable. it's not a kind or pleasant recovery but it's there. it's helping.

and perhaps some time under supervision, he goes to see Haruka and meets Haruto for the first time. he tries to keep a strong façade for her but she can see right through him and gets one of those rare moments where he's just quiet. where he's real. she catches him up on things and it's a rough one for the both of them, especially since he has to keep the visit short. she doesn't bother asking him where he's going afterward but he promises to keep in touch and that he does. she sends him a lot of photos and videos of the family and he backseat-parents Yuta whenever possible. Haruka's never been a fan of always having Kiryu at arms length but this arrangement helps her deal with the long distance since there's effort on both ends to stay close.

Majima's not used to having others around to help him cope but he eases into it decently enough without the Tojo Clan on his shoulders. he even gets along better with Daigo who has time now to focus more on himself and the grunge within his soul. he's a silly lil dork and that charm reminds him of Kiryu but in a way that doesn't send him spiraling. he starts to see all reminders of Kiryu in a more hopeful light, one that brings back his energy. for most of their home confinement, Majima wouldn't even go out as Goromi since half his confidence came from Kiryu's support. but now and then, with Saejima and Daigo backing him, he can tiptoe a bit back into his fav dresses, ones that Kiryu gave him, ones that hurt to put on because of the baggage they carry. he doesn't even have his wigs anymore so he assembles what he can, how he can into something he knows Kiryu would have called pretty regardless. it stills hurts but it helps.

but, he'll always dip back into the pain of it all. missing intimacy and things taken for granted. he regrets his last words with Kiryu were criticisms knowing he's not perfect himself. maybe he's faced with realizations that he can't survive without certain people, that his attachment issues are brought to the forefront for everyone to see. it's ugly and embarrassing and for the first time in a long time he feels very seen. death's always been a reality for him and he's never cared much for it in regards to himself but losing someone so close, so suddenly? without closure or goodbyes? he's forced to deal with the frailty and mortality of someone he thought was invincible.

and it scares him.

#oughoghg messy messy messy #postLAD I imagine the mess is even worse and love it so much even if it makes me shit and cry and throw up #my hcs #kazumaji #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #saejima taiga #my art #dojima daigo #goromi

[sugawarassoulmate]

okok im back with incel!kenma

whats even worse is if you really can’t tell if you’re a guy or a girl, the type of person that gives gender envy. if you have longer hair he just assumes your like him and can’t be bothered to cut it.

OKAY THIS THOUGHT JUST HIT ME MID TYPING! YOU’RE THE BITCH NERD!/LOSER!KURO CANT STOP TALKING ABOUT. THERES TWO MAYBE THREE WAYS HE CAN FIND OUT ITS YOU.

also ik this isn’t one of your hcs for kuro but nerd/loser!kuro x mean!goth!gf but maybe you’re not mean to him but everyone else, people even look at him the wrong way and you have them absolutely terrified. and during your face chats with him you never have your makeup or you daily clothes on. normally just bare faced and in something of kuros. surpising how he didn’t pick up kuros old nekoma jersey

number one: maybe kuro posts a picture of you on his story possibly at your pc playing with incel!kenma. or it could be one of the spicy mirror pictures you made him post because why the hell is the dumb bitch from class feeling up on your man for. maybe you even rant to kenma about this dumb bitch who can’t keep her hands to herself, and why the fuck is she touching a taken man. (okay i think incel!kenma is misogynistic but not homophobic because why the fuck would anyone want to deal with some needy whore constantly.) but that rant solidifies the thought that you are infact a guy maybe not one who hates women on the same level as he does but a man nonetheless. but once kuro posted that picture he figured it out and was disgusted.

number 2: kuro is at your house studying, so to keep your boredom at bay you hop online with kenma, it’s about two hours in when he hears a knock shuffling in the back ground followed by the sound of someone falling onto your bed when he asked about it your response is casual “oh its just my boyfriend.” and he doesn’t pick at it anymore. but then the mic catches a familiar voice in the background. “pretty girl when are you gonna be done, i want to take a nap with you” you give a hum in response to his question. “alright bro gotta leave after this round, so we have to win don’t wanna lose the last match of the day.” obviously you land up losing because kenma can’t get his pretty little head around the fact that he couldn’t tell you were some fucking bitch, you never told him either so that makes you a fucking liar (even tho he didn’t ask). when the game disconnects he’s seething.

number three: this is the worst option really kuro begs him to come hang out with him at his girlfriend, he swears up and down that she’s not the type of woman he’d hate. promises that they have a lot of the same interests. maybe he sends a picture of you cosplaying as one of his favorite characters but that just lowers his opinion, in the photo he can’t even tell its you though. so he’s even more confused when he meets you guys at the arcade. he cautiously calls you by your in game name and you respond with a smile and respond with your irl name. he’s genuinely not sure how to react. not just bc you’re the person he’s been gaming with for almost a year, but with your thick ass platforms you’re just as talk as kuro if not taller. you literally look down at him, can he even talk shit about a bitch like you with out getting his as beat.

anyway this drug out for way longer than intended. but yeah incel!kenma making assumptions and being totally wrong. how funny would it be if he had a crush on kuros gf

bestie.....my beloved......all of the options just sound so amazing to me omg *kisses u*

the absolute torture incel!kenma has to go through upon finding out that 1) his favorite gaming buddy is a disgusting female, 2) she's dating his best friend and somehow he never knew, and 3) she's so fucking hot that kenma can't stop picturing her face every time he rubs one out.

and you just won't let him live you're so fucking mean to him that kenma can't even get a word in when you're roasting him. the only thing that reels you in is kuroo's soft, pleading voice asking you to be nice.

kenma's embarrassed that his friend has become such a simp but fuck if he didn't wish he was on the receiving end of your sweet words.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kozume kenma x reader #🥀 #🥀kenma #incel!kenma

[ashipiko]

“A Hundred and More Memories with You”

SUMMARY: A story in which Ace reminisces upon the many memories of him and Ashi.

WORD COUNT: 5.8k

NOTES: <3 enjoy the rare Ashi writing

taglist: @taruruchi @deeva-arud @thelegendaryfluffypotato13 @midnightmah07 @cynthinesia

Ace would consider himself an Ashi expert. A lot of people would consider him one too, considering how often they hang out with each other.

And when he says it’s a lot, it’s a lot. Sure, of course, there’s Deuce and Grim too. They all go through their antics together, whether it be slaying in a singing and dancing competition or solving the latest issue Night Raven College has got to answer, which includes facing off against high school boys in life-risking duels, when they should really be in therapy. They all went through a lot together and somehow pulled through and survived all that nonsense too. Same class, same lunch table, same shenanigans for them all. And Ace would like to think of them as a dream quad, but here’s the thing.

Who got there just a little earlier than Juice did when Ashi was having trouble at Scarabia? Who did Ashi go to hug tightly when that happened? Who did Ashi stay behind with when VDC practice came by and everyone else left the room? Who turned out to feel so comfortable with him that she fell asleep on his shoulder? Who always bunks at Ramshackle and is always taken in by the prettiest girl at NRC?

That’s right. Not Grim, not Deuce, but Ace Trappola himself.

It might not be much, but Ace finds himself thinking that it’s those small things that no one else sees that places him a little higher than everyone else. With this, at least. He can confidently go up to anyone and go, “Hey! That’s my best friend you’re talking to, you know?” with a shit eating grin on his face, and no one would bat an eye. Because that’s just usual Ace behavior around Ashi.

Behind closed doors or not, he’s real committed to her.

…Maybe if you cut out their first meeting, actually. He thinks about it sometimes. How’d he fall for a goody two shoes like her?

Just some girl, straight out a coffin and fell onto the floor, during NRC’s opening ceremony. It was really funny! Doesn’t mean it made him think much about it. Like yeah, sure it's all-boys school, but it’s not anything crazy. What, none of you have seen a girl before? Do you guys not have moms?

Until Ace spots her again, her eyes crinkling in confusion at the sight of the Great Seven. Some dialogue is exchanged, and nothing is of note. She’s cute and pretty, sure, but it’s not like Ace came to NRC, an all-boy’s school might he reiterate, to get a girlfriend. After the last snooze fest he had? Pfft! Forget it! Not to mention she’s got no passion or fire within her. The little furball she’s got beside her is the one who carries that all for her, I guess.

“Maybe before you try gettin’ into the academy again, you should try a second crack at kindergarten? Hahaha!” That was the Ashi-Grim duo’s first taste of the iconic grin™.

“Grrrr… How dare you!”

“Anyway, I’ve gotta head to class~. Unlike these two janitor losers over here I’ve got places to be. I’ll leave you alone and let’cha get back to picking up some trash.”

Ace still remembers looking over at such a blank face. Just standing there like a statue, watching the situation play out. Nothing about this interaction would’ve hinted to what was in store for him.

“Hey, goody two shoes, maybe loosen up a little, how ‘bout it? You could benefit from some good old insults every once in a while. Take a page outta the weasel’s book here.” The redhead teases one last time before his departure, as he watches the brunette’s eyes lock with his.

“Hehe,” Ashi finally perks up, “I’ll think about it, Acey.” She chimes.

Ace is about to shoot something at her again, until a blaze of blue fire engulfs the area around them. All tension is lost and next thing he knows, he’s battling a literal animal and being sent to wash windows as punishment for the roughhousing. He didn’t sign up for this at all! But after some self reflection, the Ace now would roll his eyes and mutter, “Well, I GUESS it was kinda deserved.” But of course, that would only be because of Ashi. Despite how much of a “bad influence” he is on her, in her own way, his best friend had her own ways of helping Ace improve himself too. They balance eachother out well, and Ace smiles as he thinks this. To make himself feel better? Maybe.

Even still, in the beginning, Ace didn’t really think much about Ashi. He ditched the whole window cleaning ordeal for a reason, you know? And no matter how hard he tried, no amount of pushing her buttons resulted in any sort of snap back, no retorts at all. Bullying her more than Deuce didn’t work either— so he eventually gave up and changed targets. Which I guess was fine, since he had to focus on the stressful situation of the mines.

But at the end of the mage stone obtaining mission, when Ashi caught some time alone with him on the walk back as Deuce and Grim walked ahead, Ace figured that she just wanted a piece of him. He can’t blame her, honestly, so he decided to give her what she wanted and talked to her casually for a while. He thought one last time, adding some spice into the conversation, to joke around.

“You were reaaaally scared back in that dark and spooky house, weren’tcha?” Ace teases, giving Ashi that signature grin once again, “The cave too, to boot. What are you, actually scared of the dark or something?”

He catches Ashi’s attention, and she looks at him, offended, “Aaand? I totally did it still, you know! Give credit where credit’s due, Acey!”

“Still means you’re a baby.”

“Hmph.” Ashi huffs in response, pouting a little, “…At least I manned up and made a plan instead of arguing like an idiot with the others.”

An actual comeback? For real? Ace didn’t think she had it in her!

The ginger’s lips curl up into an even bigger grin as he pokes the bear a little more, “And who did the execution, huh? Without me, you wouldn’t have even gotten to go through with your plan!”

“I could say that about Deucey. He definitely deserves more credit than you do anyway.”

“Ha! As if. Juice over here barely did anything.”

“Either way, neither of you would’ve come out of this successfully without me,” Ashi sighs, fed up with Ace’s behavior, “What’s your brawn worth if you don’t think about how to use it?”

“Offense over defense, baby!”

“Exactly why you would’ve failed without me!” Ashi snaps at him, immediately realizing how much she’s allowed Ace to wind her up right after. She internally scolds herself for acting out, and before Ace can say anything else, she breaks eye contact and changes topics.

Noticing how her body stiffens and her words seem less… slangy than usual, Ace can’t help but ponder about this. This whole entire time, not a single complaint has come out of her lips. Her voice was constantly sing songy throughout the entire nerve-wracking situation, but the way that it climbed up and became more strict and stern at this moment was a complete curveball. A breaking point, perhaps? Not to mention, the sudden way her body closes up and acts like it resets? It’s like she’s being corrected. A light goes off in the instigator’s head.

Huh, Ace thinks. Maybe goody two shoes here isn’t exactly what she’s living up to be.

He barely knows how he got here himself. Something about Ace’s first taste of something outside of Ashi’s whole “peppy good girl” deal was enough of an incentive to pester her more, and more, and more and more and more, only in attempts to see more of that special side of her. And somehow, through some sort of divine intervention, he got closer than anyone could’ve imagined for the guy who’s known for pissing people off.

Closer than anyone else she’s met in Twisted Wonderland has gotten, and based on how she words it, closer than anyone in her home world, even. The fact makes Ace feel bad, but at the same time he can’t help but feel kind of proud. Hell, he doesn’t even understand how people don’t like the real her. The whole good girl act is polite and sweet, sure, but compared to how dynamic and fun the hidden side of her is… Why would you ever think that the shallow 2D side is better than the in-depth 3D side in this scenario?!

If he ever gets there, Ace pledges to beat the hell out of every person who made Ashi think this in her home world. You can count on it.

From there on out, he had to keep his curiosity at a minimum. Though he wanted to keep pushing, he cared for her so much that he didn’t wanna cross her boundaries too far. So he kept it as teases and banters for the time being, because that’s how you keep it light and fun. Such as having sleepovers, just the two of them at Ramshackle.

To say the least, Ace got a little too comfy.

At some point, Ashi would offer him an old sweatshirt she never wears, too oversized for her but perfectly fitting for Ace during the cold nights he would want to visit. At some point, Ace had a secret knock he used at her window after the incident where he had only scared her instead of delightfully surprising her. At some point, Ashi and Ace giggling the night away became the norm for them.

Simple? Yeah, Ace had to admit, it’s just talking the night away with a friend till you both pass out, but it has its charm. Just as they showcase it in movies, the two best friends always hang out under the covers, tell scary stories and laugh excessively due to being way too sleep deprived, having a special bond that no one else would understand, just because they understood each other that well.

Something so simple, and yet something Ashi never got a taste of before.

She never got that close.

So, Ace, being the great friend he is and being the bearer of knowing Ashi’s history of, well, not being too involved in the usual teen activities, he would take it upon himself to go and make a dream come true. His mind begins to wander off way back when, before any of these bestie advancements were a thing. When Ace wouldn’t come out of nowhere, instead making his way through the door, like a normal person. And what better place to propose the idea of Ashi’s very first sleepover than the cafeteria?

“You’re telling me you’ve never had a sleepover. Seriously, Ash? The heck kinda life did you live?” Ace jokes, giving her the most bewildered look as they eat their lunch.

“Eh…” Ashi mumbles about, thinking about it as she takes a bite of her sandwich, “Kinda just the way the cards played out? Dunno, my mom didn’t really get the whole dealio.” Shrugging as if it’s nothing, she looks over at Grim chowing down his food to end the current topic.

Ace looks at her as she finishes talking, and he feels like her smile’s lacking more than it usually does.

“Then why don’t you experience it while you’ve got the right cards?” He shoots back, pulling Ashi back into the conversation, “You know who’s not here? Your mom.” He chuckles a little at his little joke, “Seriously though, take this whole away-from-your-family situation to your advantage!”

“Ace has a point, actually,” Deuce joins the conversation, “For once we agree on something. You’re already in a magic world, what’s one more abnormal thing to experience?”

Ashi blinks a couple times at the pair, before putting her finger to her chin and letting out a hum, “I guess so… Who do I invite, though? Plus, there’s Grimmy I gotta worry about too. This guy’s a drama queen…”

“I need my beauty sleep!” Grim scowls, before getting right back to his tuna. Ace rolls his eyes before he leans across the table, towards Ashi.

“Invite me, duh! Who else is your bestie, Ash?”

She smiles at his attitude, “Mr. Trappola, huuuh?” The brunette takes a comedic amount of time to think about it, “All his complaining miiight keep me up at night… Me and Grim are in the same boat when it comes to the sleep department too~.”

Deuce chuckles, “He really doesn’t shut up. Actually, a sleepover with all of us would be fun, but I have studying to do…”

Grim adds on, “Well I don’t wanna see an ugly face when I wake up!”

Tired of the bashing from the rest of the group, Ace loudly groans, “Then why don’t you take your ugly mug to me and Juice’s dorm while me and Ashi have a sleepover! Problem solved!”

It takes one glance from Deuce for Ace to get the message, “You know, you just sound like you just wanna get alone time with Ashi.”

The redhead glares back, “As if! I just wanna have a sleepover!”

…Only to add a solemn “Back me up, would you?” to it. Deuce gets it and helps him out.

“It would help me actually, Ashi. Take him away from me so I don’t have to worry about getting off track. And Grim can’t be that bad of a roommate, right? He’s just a cat. If he slept the whole time, I think it’d be relaxing if anything.” Deuce adds on, slowly egging on Ashi to decide.

“If you feed me enough tuna!”

The prefect ponders for a second, as her fingers tap once, twice on her chin, “I mean I guess… It’s not like it’s the first time Acey’s stayed over.” Ace pumps his fist in the air, and the other two think he’s being a little too obvious.

“Win! This time, it’ll totally be a proper sleepover. Call me the sleepover master, even! Get ready to not get a wink of sleep tonight, Ash!”

Ashi giggles in response before the bell rings and everyone scatters once again.

Later that night, Ace appears at the door of Ramshackle once he gets word that Grim has taken his place as Deuce’s roommate. He knows that Ashi’s scared of being alone in the dark, so of course he rushes over as fast as he can. Not because he wants to. It’s just what a decent person would do. It’s nothing to give him a weird look about. Right?

A few knocks and he’s let inside, and it’s not like anything has changed much. The dorm is the same old dusty and dainty place it’s always been, except this time he’ll be spending his time in an actual bed. No, it’s not because he’s asked all those previous times that Ashi finally caved in and let him get what he wants. It’s because now they’re just close enough that it’s chill. There’s no other reasoning further than that. Right?

Because he and Ashi are just best friends. He’s not here because he wants to have alone time with her! Ace just wants to see his best friend happy, able to experience all the things she hasn’t. Because that’s what good friends do.

…Right?

Okay, maybe Ace did get a little sidetracked from his main mission now that he thinks about it. The whole idea of being alone with Ashi planted a seed in his head, he admits it, but how could you blame him, honestly? None of that means that he didn’t get what he originally wanted, though. Two birds with one stone! He wins either way!

Still, it’s a night filled to the brim with snarky comments and blissful laughter, and while certain housewardens wouldn’t allow staying up this late, Ace decides that the lack of sleep is worth it. A sleepy Ashi is always cute, cuter than usual, and it’s an evening of rare sights. They’re both laying down all across the bed, staring at the blank ceilings and watching the cobwebs the prefect hates sway with the breeze of the bedroom. It’s calm, and neither of them are thinking about what they’re saying. The norm for one and an uncommon occurrence for the other.

“So how’d your first sleepover go?” Ace mutters, tiredness hitting them both. It’s dim within the room, and it’s thanks to Ashi’s nightlight that they can even take in this atmosphere at all.

“It was pretty hypesies.” Ashi replies back, and it’s a simple exchange. ‘Till she speaks up again after a while, and Ace is surprised at her different tone of voice.

“…Thanks, Acey.”

“Eh? Sounded pretty serious there, Ash.”

“That’s ‘cause I am!”

Ace faintly laughs, “Yeah, yeah. No problem.”

“Really though. I’m pretty sure you’re not as dumb as you look, so you probably caught on already,” Ace’s eyebrows suddenly jump in surprise at the sudden change in character, and Ashi proceeds, “I’m not really used to being this buddy buddy with people, even chicks— And like, it just means a lot to me that you even volunteered to do this with me in the first place. It makes me real happies to call you my bestie, you know?

I like that you’re honest. It makes me feel comfies. I can kinda be more like myself, somethin’ like that? And…” her voice quiets down before she says anything else. Which is somehow both a good and bad thing for Ace.

They both soak in the moment, and Ace’s cheeks feel like they’re burning up just a little. This is probably the most genuine reaction he’s gotten out of her— But at the same time, it’s completely unfair how she’s simultaneously making this seem so casual and yet so impactful.

His train of thought quickly fades away as a small, weak laugh from Ashi breaks through, “Sorries, I got too serious there. You might as well call me Riddle or something at this point,” she murmurs, her voice not quite carrying the energy she intended, “Probs ‘cause it’s past my bedtime.”

Ace hears her sit up a little, and he still stares at the ceiling blankly as he hears the crinkles and turning of the blankets along the bed. His next words practically come out of thin air, cheeks still feeling warm.

“You really should talk more, Ashi.”

The noises he hears suddenly pause, and after a quaint moment of silence, he hears a relieved exhale from the other side of the bed.

“…Thanks, Acey.”

It’s then that Ace wonders if it’s not just his cheeks that are hotter than usual at that moment.

From there on out, Ace feels both better and worse about himself. Because, man, his chest begins to feel kinda weird when he sees her. He swears she’s gotten prettier somehow, but at the same time, he also feels proud that he’s Ashi’s special person— she basically said it herself, y’know? Part of him wonders if this is the farthest he’s gonna get. Both as a friend and, well, maybe more.

So he waits days on end, they have their sleepovers more and more often, and hell, they get to a point where they have sleepovers every day. Ah yeah, the VDC days, amirite?

In his head, Ace thinks that this “era” of “AshAce” (name made by him, proof is in his alchemy notebook) is an era in which their relationship deepened even further.

There’s multiple points and examples he could give, and he’d tell you about ‘em and brag all day if he could. But the most vivid memory for Ace, apart from the one he forcibly tried to forget out of embarrassment, has gotta be when he really saw Ashi speak her mind.

He remembers the rain pittering and pattering outside when he went to go and get a drink. It was a cool night, after everyone was done and exhausted from practice, so he figured the one who’s all “I need my beauty sleep!”, especially, was asleep. Well, until he saw a figure outside and flipped the freak out— Alas, it was just Ashi, but he found it to be pretty out of character for her. She’s notorious for being horrible at dressing herself for the cold, and he’s sure Vil would bark her head off if she got sick before their performance. Ace’s neck still aches in memory of all the times he’s been collared, and he knows that pain of being yelled at by a housewarden all too well. Knowing Ashi? She wouldn’t be able to handle that kind of discipline. So why’s she out there in the first place?

He makes his way outside to investigate, and knocks a couple times on the doorframe, same pattern as he would when stepping through her window. Ashi’s frame jumps in surprise, and she quickly turns around, body stiff and drops of rain across her skin.

“Oh, it’s just you, Acey.”

“You aren’t looking too hot. What’re you even doing out here?”

“Ah…” Her tone of voice trails off, and ends off with a sneeze. Not a good sign.

The boy lets out a somewhat disappointed sigh as he sits down next to her, aware of the sketchbook on the porch as she keeps to herself. Based on the way there’s endless scribbles and several notes floating around the halfway finished sketches, contrasting against the blissful, one-take doodles in class, Ace puts the pieces together and concludes that maybe he’ll stay quiet just this once, the best he can. To prevent himself from getting any more tuckered out, and to prevent Ashi clamming up again.

He doesn’t like oysters, and clams sure aren’t that different in this scenario.

Now that he’s got a better look at her though, Ashi doesn’t seem to be very warm. The rainy ambience gave everything a downer mood, and her lack of a dry jacket is concerning. Her cheeks are wet too; but Ace can’t tell if that’s a byproduct of the weather or her own emotions.

“You don’t wanna get sick, do you? Vil’s never gonna let you hear the end of it.” Ace mutters, as he takes his own NRC blazer and drapes it across Ashi’s shoulders. She gives a faint smile, one saying thanks, before it fades away once again.

“You know me~. Not good with cold weather.”

“You’re even worse with discipline.”

“Fairs.” Ashi sighs, her voice quavering a little. The vibes in the air aren’t it, as Ashi would usually say, and I guess that’s something to apologize for for her.

“Sorry,” she says. It’s a quick mutter, but Ace hears it. And he hears her act unravel further and further, feeling his own heart drop and drop.

Hesitant, she continues, “I’m— I think I’m too tired to keep anything up at this point. There’s been so many issues going on and with managing and performing in VDC and feeling homesick I can’t even look anyone in the face right now. I’m so worried that my smile doesn’t live up to what it usually does, and I’m worried that everyone’s gonna notice and it’s all gonna go to ruins and the whole process of learning the dance and song is gonna get so— so… I don’t know!

I wanna perform. I want to learn from the others, but I don’t want to show them an Ashi that they’ll be annoyed with or make them think she isn’t what she’s lived up to be. I just can’t muster up the courage to push the act, so I end up spiraling down and isolating myself which is so not it for a cooperative project like this. Even if I do show up, the heck are the odds that they’ll be satisfied with such a half-assed act. It’s so hard to keep up.”

And now I’m showing you all of this stuff that I don’t want you to see and it’s embarrassing. It’s… I’m sorry, Ace. I’m sorry.”

Her confession finally comes to an end, and Ashi falls into silence. Meanwhile, Ace’s response is said so quickly— It doesn’t even seem like he’s keeping up with his own words.

“Ashi, seriously, you know I really don’t care, right?”

“…Huh?”

“Actually. I don’t care at all. I can’t speak for everyone else, but I don’t give a care in the world if you’re crying on my shoulder or laughing and doodling on my paper in class,” a breathy laugh follows suit, “Great Seven, honestly, when are you gonna realize that?”

The way Ace’s words just fall out of his mouth make him feel like he’s being too honest and brash again, and he doesn’t want to hurt Ashi in any way. He stops himself for a second before looking at the brunette’s expression, delicate and yet invested. It’s not anything ordinary, and maybe someone would find it weird coming from her. But if anything, Ace is an honest man. Both of them know this.

“You… Man. You know how I said you should talk more? That still holds up. You should think less, if anything. You overthink all these things, and you’re so people pleaser about it. Like— C’mon! You know I’ve got your back. You don’t have to be so cautious and scared of things.”

Ashi can barely process his words.

“Just know that I…”

Ace pauses.

“I… care for you. A lot.”

The silence that follows after is awkward, sure. Two frozen figures under the thin overhead of Ramshackle dorm, and Ace feels like he’s fumbled his words. The one time he hesitates.

Yet, one more raindrop falls to the floor, breaking the silence. And after that, one, two, three follow pursuit.

She doesn’t say anything, and yet Ace hears so much. Offering her his shoulder, they spend just a while longer together, soaking in the moment. Ace doesn’t mind the tears soaking into his clothing. Because if it results in Ashi’s true, sunny smile shining his way, he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind at all.

Of course, not without some lighthearted teasing.

It’s a bittersweet memory, Ace notes as he reminisces. A memory of many, but definitely one of the highlights, he thinks. Like he said, a pretty core point in their relationship, and an eye opener as to how Ashi works.

…He could even say it helped soothe his own insecurities too.

Ace would consider himself brash, assertive, and I guess in some cases, insensitive of other’s feelings. Other people think that too. It’s part of who he is, the troublemaking prankster he is. It’s a double edged sword. Sometimes people complain about your attitude and think you’re a dick, or sometimes people actually think you’re doing something good on a rare occasion.

While this kind of attitude could totally get you out of sticky scenarios, sometimes Ace’s heart hurts at the way people climb up before him. He did it to himself, really— I mean, he’s gained a reputation and at an expense, he just so happened to lose the chance of hearing some praise. The troublemaker gets something done? At least he’s actually done something. The good guy does it? Everyone’s cheering him on.

It stings a little.

It’s just the way he is, he knows it. He tells himself this again and again. He’s proud of it, but it’s hard to feel like he’s really accomplished something when people treat him the way they do. When he feels like he’s falling behind, all he can do is give snarky remarks to the people above him. He doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t gain anything.

But the rainy clouds fade away when Ashi’s near him, able to put all her trust in his care and see him as something better than a guy who’ll mess things up. She sees him as her knight in shining armor, and Ace’s heart heals.

To be someone people want to be around, and to have people see you for your true self without berating you because of it.

It’s something they both want. Something they both have, now that they’re together. Ace doesn’t wanna let that go. Not for one second.

These memories and thoughts with the girl he really loves are what Ace has to repeat in his mind, over and over and over again in this moment. Because when he’s standing in their little Heartslabyul hideout, the mood perfect and warm just like those paintings Ashi gushes about, voice clear and his back straight, he needs all the evidence he has.

He’s ready to take a shot at making this last forever.

Though, despite how determined he is, it’s not like he’s acting like his palms aren’t insanely sweaty right now. It’s lowkey embarrassing at how riled up he is about this.

Even in his basketball matches, he isn’t this nervous. But maybe it’s ‘cause Ashi isn’t cheering him on now that he’s really feeling the pressure? His thoughts wander and wander… couldn’t she get here sooner?

Jeez, how do you talk to girls again?

Ace has had a girlfriend before. He knows how to treat girls, but this opportunity is so much more stressful. Ashi’s not just a shot at a possible girlfriend for fun. He’s surprised himself if he’s being real about it, that he’s even this serious about them.

He didn’t intend for it to end up this way. To be friends, to best friends, to falling for one another and now, risking it all away in attempts to, what, kiss her? I guess it would be worth it. Wait— maybe he shouldn’t get too cocky about it. But doesn’t Ashi love him because he’s cocky? Wait a minute! Who said she even liked him like that in the first place?!

The redhead groans a little as he throws his head back. His last get-a-girl operation compared to this is insane. From boring stupid love to serious I-love-you-for-real love? Did Ashi really impact him this badly? Did her hopeless romantic disease spread to him too?! At this point, Ace doesn’t know if the break they spent apart while Ashi was off fighting Idia helped him calm down his feelings or make them more prominent.

He wallows in his thoughts a little longer, the doubt slowly consuming him, before a small noise of footsteps make their way towards him, causing him to straighten up. A patch of leaves open up, and Ashi waves through, catching Ace with somewhat of a goofy smile on his face.

Gosh, she really is pretty.

The nervous boy stands and waits for her to make her way towards him, and Ashi looks around the garden. Someone spruced it up, for sure. Starting out as just a simple hideout for Ace when he tried stalling from getting collared by Riddle, and turning into a hangout space for the two of them, Ashi never would’ve thought she’d see it in its full glory like this. Some cute fairy lights, treats on the small table, and even considering her fear of the dark, something about the atmosphere here still makes her feel delighted. It’s nice, but it obviously gives the suspicion that something’s gonna happen.

While she’s stuck enjoying the scenery, Ace can’t help but feel his smile getting even goofier as he watches her. The smile that shines through as she looks over at him tells Ace that he’s gotten successful with the first part.

“Ahaha. Acey, everything’s so bedazzled. What’s happening?” Ashi jokes, her voice chiming through the nighttime breeze. The redhead chuckles a little, before stepping another step closer.

“Just got something to tell you. It’s not a bad joke this time, I swear,” Ace comments, trying to keep the mood light, “So I tried getting the vibes to translate through this and that. Artsy, right? You proud?” He gives a snarky smile, gaining a laugh from the brunette.

“Yeah yeah~. So what is it?” Ashi tilts her head, awaiting for the big reveal. Ace gulps, before going on ahead. Just like he planned.

“Listen, I know that we haven’t really gotten time to spend with eachother since the end of VDC, but the whole break while you were gone… It got me to think about some stuff.” He starts off, focusing on the way Ashi’s expression changes along the way, “It made me really think of all the stuff we’ve been through, together, and I couldn’t help but keep thinking about how close we’ve gotten since you got here.

And NRC is filled to the brim with guys. Heck, some of them even have crushes on you. But…” Ace exhales, his heartbeat quickening as he starts to forget his lines. But in proper Trappola fashion, he bounces back and decides to go with his gut.

Brows furrowed as he clasps Ashi’s hands in his and pulls it to his chest, he spills his heart out to her.

“But none of those guys, and I mean none of them deserve you! You deserve someone you can laugh and cry with. Someone who won’t hate on you for showing something a little weaker than a big grin. Like me.

No matter what, even if we ever butt heads, you know I’ll always set it straight. Heck— I don’t even know how much time you have left in Twisted Wonderland— and I don’t know how much time we have left together. But none of that matters.

Because, Ashi— I love you.

I love you and I want to spend every single second with you. As something more than friends. Something where I can give you all the love you deserve, and you don’t have to be scared.

So please, just answer me.

Will you let me?”

The stars shine in Ashi’s eyes as she processes Ace’s words, and he feels his heart beating out of his chest. The tension is insane, and he can’t do anything but watch her for any sign of a reaction.

Stars, dancing in her eyes as they tear up and shine, her cheeks being painted a rosy red, and her shining smile falling into a soft one.

“Ace…”

“I love you, Ash.”

She laughs as her face faces downwards, hair falling over her eyes, “You idiot…” she mutters, before looking Ace in the eyes once again.

“I love you too. A lot.” Ashi confesses back, voice choking up a little as she laughs again. Again and again. It’s music to Ace’s ears, and he can't help but find himself laughing along as he picks her up and hugs her like it was her last. The two simmer in their emotions for a while, tears and jolly laughter transforming the atmosphere into a lovely and bright scene.

This is another memory to mark down, Ace subconsciously thinks as he holds Ashi in his arms, one to look back on again and again.

And he can’t wait to make even more memories from here on out.

#THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE THO #and a big thank you to the tenkaku server for helping me out <3 #welcome to my ace characterization!!!!!! #hope it gives better insight on ashi’s chara too #ashace #ace trappola #twstshi #ashi tamadai #twst oc #twst oc x canon #twisted wonderland #twst #THAT SHOULD BE IT I THINK…… #mini spoilers but <3 fun fact I referenced Ace’s ghost marriage proposal/speech in his confession #teehee

[spareseratoninplz]

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader: "Pining"

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I haven't posted anything in a while, but I've never really been consistent. Still, I appreciate anyone sticking around, and anyone saying they enjoy my writing. It brings me more joy than you'll ever know. ❤️**************************************

Katsuki Bakugou's brow furrowed in annoyance as he trained his eyes on the girl across from him that was keeping busy by dicing various vegetables for the dish theywere making in their shared home economics class.

He knew all too well that he was staring, but for some reason, couldn't bring himself to tear his gaze away from you. The same mantra repeated in his mind ad nauseum-

'C'mon, just look this way. Just once... just for a second.'

On the outside, he looked like a mountain lion ready to pounce upon its unexpecting prey, but on the inside he was begging you for even the slightest moment of your attention.

You lifted your eyes, scanning the room for a moment, and briefly meeting his gaze before going back to focusing on your methodical chopping.

There it was. That moment he'd been waiting for, however brief. It finally happened.

He attempted to swallow the dry lump in his throat, but it became stuck. He adjusted the collar of his school uniform in an effort to bring him some relief from the restrictive sensation you caused him to feel within his chest, but it seemed all in vain.

"Bakugou, you were supposed to be mixing the dry ingredients." Kaminari complained beside him. It was only then that he noticed his friend's fixated gaze on you, and how red his cheeks and the tips of his ears had become.

"Uh... y'okay there, Bakugou?" Kaminari questioned, but he was never given any response.

Again, your eyes lifted as you passed the finished tray of diced veggies to your partner, and immediately found his eyes once more. Except this time, you held his gaze for a moment... and then smiled.

The young man inhaled sharply through his nose, clutching the front of his shirt as his eyes quickly took a mental photo of your smile before your attention was called away once more to focus on the assignment he simply couldn't care less about anymore.

"Oi, blondie."

His hand reached to grab Kaminari by the shirt as he jerked the blonde towards him, never once moving his gaze away from you.

"Who's that?" He demanded, ignoring the sound of Kaminari's squealing from suddenly being grabbed.

"You mean the new girl? I don't know her, but you could ask Midoriya. They seem to be good frie-" Before the poor blonde could finish, Katsuki had tossed him aside, his anger beginning to flare up once again.

DEKU.

You're friends with Deku...?

A wimpy, crybaby, wannabe loser like him... gets to talk to you and see your smile every day?

He wouldn't stand for it.

Just then, the bell rang for free period, and he scooped up his bag as he knew where that nerd would be the time of day.

It didn't take a lot of walking before he saw him sitting in a window seat, writing away aimlessly in one of those stupid Campos books. His eyes trained on the green haired individual as he passed through the sea of extras that seemed obscured by his mission.

He was nearly a yard away, reaching his hand out, already crackling with tiny explosions just waiting to be unleashed fully.

And he froze suddenly.

Deku looked up from his book smiling as you strode up to him, the same sweet smile on your face as you handed him what looked to be a protein bar.

He took it gratefully, smiling back and even saying something that seemed to make you laugh.

His hand closed around the already wrinkled fabric of his shirt, gripping tightly as he hastily worked to wipe away the sweat from his palm.

Oh man... your laugh was like pure sunshine, and your smile was akin to a warm woolen sweater on an otherwise harsh winter morning.

In that moment, he knew He'd give anything for that smile and laugh to be directed towards him.

"Kaachan!" Deku called out to him, lifting a hand up in greeting.

You looked up at him as well, and for a moment, he felt his heart skip a beat. He hadn't even realized he was walking forward until you were standing up straight to meet him face to face.

"You're Bakugou, right? We were just in home economics together." She pointed out. She knew his name... and her voice was soft and kind to him, almost as though she were praising him for something he'd yet to do.

"Ah... K- Katsuki." He cursed himself for stuttering and allowing his voice to break. To save face, he quickly cleared his throat and tried again.

"Just... call me Katsuki." He said a bit clearer now.

She giggled, and he couldn't control the corners of his mouth turning up into a soft smile. It left a bubbling sensation in his chest that quickly went to his head.

"I'm (Y/N). I just started here yesterday, it's really nice to meet you." She said, and before he could stop it, a soft laugh left his lips.

"Yesterday? I'm sure I would've remembered seeing you..." He said, and it was like he wasn't in control of his own words. His brain seemed to be on autopilot, but in such a state of bliss that he didn't wish to drag himself out of it.

"I'm not in the same hero course as you and Izuku here." She said, and he winced at the name.

He let out a low grunt before shifting his feet and sliding his hands into his pockets.

"How're you liking UA so far?" He asked, genuinely curious, but mainly just wanting to keep your attention for as long at possible.

"I really like it. Especially the people I've met. Everyone seems really nice." She said, glancing around, and his smile faltered at the loss of her eyes on his.

His eyes widened as the bell signaling for the end of free period went off.

"I'll show you to your next class. It's not too far." Deku spoke up, and Katsuki felt his teeth grind at the intrusion.

"Sounds good. Hey, Katsuki?" She said his name, and his body went stiff as he straightened his back.

"Y- yeah?" He asked, stuttering once more.

"I noticed we have the same lunch period together. Would you mind if I sat with you?" She asked, and he felt that he would combust into a million pieces right there because there was no way- this was far too good to be true.

"YES- I mean... ah... sure. Sounds good." He said, frantically wiping the sweat from his palms away at his overly eager answer. Regardless, you seemed delighted by this as your smile grew.

"Great! I'll see you then. Bye Katsuki!"

You turned and walked away with Izuku, your sweet scent still lingering in the air as you passed by, and he couldn't help but wonder just how soft your hair was as he watched it flow behind you.

"Oh man... Bakugou's got it BAD." A familiar voice said behind him. He immediately recognized it as Kirishima, but he didn't do much to react towards his statement. He simply placed a hand on his friend's shoulder as he watched you fade into the crowd of other students.

"Let's get to class so we can get it over with and go to lunch." Katsuki insisted.

"What, did ya miss breakfast or something?" Kirishima asked, as Katsuki slid his hand off his shoulder and began walking to class.

"Somethin' like that." He mumbled, causing Kirishima to furrow his brow.

"Hey, are you alright? Y'know I was just messing with you before, right?" He asked, somewhat worried about his friend. He'd never seen him with such a dreamy look on his face before.

"What kind of food do you think she likes? Maybe I could ask at lunch, and learn to cook her favorites. Bet she'd like that-" He said.

"EARTH TO BAKUGOU!" Kirishima shouted, seemingly breaking him from the trance he was in.

"WHAT THE HELL, WHY'D YOU SUDDENLY YELL AT ME SHITTY HAIR?!" He demanded, and a look of relief flooding the red head's face.

"Ah, good. Thought I'd lost ya for a sec." He sighed. Katsuki grunted in response as they continued to class together.

"So, you really like this girl, huh?" Kirishima asked, and he knew there was no point in denying it.

"Obviously, but once she realizes what I'm really like she'll probably turn tail and run." Katsuki deduced.

"You've got quite the reputation around here, y'know? I'm sure she already has an idea of your personality... and she still seemed to enjoy your company." Kirishima pointed out.

"Or she's too nice for her own good." I mumbled.

"Don't worry about it bro. If something's there, it'll develop naturally. Just be yourself." Kirishima encouraged, and Katsuki simply hummed in response.

He was right. You seemed like such a genuine person. To not meet you halfway with the same attitude would be an insult to you.

And so, he settled it with himself right then and there.

He would do whatever he could to make you his.

#reader insert #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bnha #katsuki bakugo mha #mha #mha deku

[darlingsfandom]

You admitting your feels drunk at a party to both of your bffs Steve and Eddie

gif credit: @his-name-is-ed

loud music, free alcohol and bodies upon bodies was not your idea of a good time but since Steve and Eddie invited you to the party you couldn't say no. They're you're best friends so how could you say no?

You stood in the corner of the room watching people dance, sit, drink and one guy trip over his own two feet, surprisingly enough it wasn't eddie for once. You were out of your element but again you were trying to break out of that comfort and support you friends even if you weren't sure why this counts as support.

"Hey.. pretty... laaady!" A drunk man stumbled up to you swishing the liquid around in his red solo cup. You stood up straight as he lingered in your face. Luckily you could see Steve leaning against the stair case talking to. It was as if Steve could read your mind because next thing you knew Steve was behind the guy tapping his shoulder.

"My I ask why you're bothering her?" Steve puffed up his chest as little while tilting his head to the side.

"Why?? She your girl or something?? " the guy gave you a toothy smile and a poor excuse for a wink making you twist your face in disgust.

"Exactly she is!" You weren't but you'd take it if it meant getting away from the drunken loser. Steve grabbed your hand and lead you away from him towards Eddie. Steve held your hand tightly before wrapping his hands around your waist to make it look like you were a couple since the dunk loser was still watching. Normally you weren't one for drinking , but you grabbed Eddie's beer from his hand causing him to pout before he watched you chug the rest of it down in less than ten seconds. "Damn! That's my babe!" Eddie was proud as he pinched your cheeks before walking away to get another beer. Steve helped you sit down on the staircase before sitting down next to you.

Eddie showed up with two beers and a wine cooler. He gave you the beer and Steve the cooler. You once again chugged half the bottle. "Sweetheart what's going on with you? You don't normally drink." Eddie furrowed his eyebrows together before sitting on the step below you and Steve. You finished up your bottle before wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

"I... I'm not sure how to put this..." you sighed before leaning into Steve' with a small pout on your lips. "I have feelings and lots of them!" You hiccuped with tears on the edge of your eyes. "And they're very strong but okay I ... like like the both of you!" You blurted out before Steve and Eddie started to chuckle. "Hey!! Don't , don't make ... don't laugh!" You pouted before swatting both of them in the chest.

"We're not laughing at you baby, it's just... we both had a feeling." Eddie tipped his bottle at you before he finished it off.

"Eddie's right, the way you watch us all the time, the way your cheeks turn pink when we make something sexual remark about you, the way you get sad when we're not with you all the time. The way you look at us with innocent eyes. Basically anything you do for us, but you know..." Steve leaned in closer. "You're not very quiet and we can hear what you're doing at night to yourself crying our names." Your jaw dropped as your cheeks turned that pretty shade of pink that Steve just mentioned.

"But don't worry pretty baby, we like like you too!" Eddie rubbed your knee slowly before sitting up on one knee and looked at Steve before they smiled at each other, then you and leaned in to kiss each cheek at the same time.

#steddie x reader #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie blurb #emsblurbs

[kyusunyu]

SUNWOO ↳ “𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊”

a TBZ frat boyz series.

kim sunwoo x f!reader :: ex lovers/soulmate tropes

warnings: some explicit content 👀, hardly smutty. lots of feels though. (rough edit)

𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴-𝔦𝔱-𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫’𝔰 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔫…

“Bite me.”

you were a realist.

far from delusional,

even if the stars aligned on a full moon night.

nothing could convince you to believe that a frat party would be a hell of a good time.

“I have too much shit.” you annunciate, yeeting a pencil in your best friend’s general direction. “Ask Mina. I’m sure she’d find sweaty people and an uncanny amount of booze fun.”

your model of a roommate sulks.

bummed you weren’t like the rest of the girls around here.

like who in their right mind would decline an invite to the biggest frat house in SK?

“Leave it to you to pass on a good time. Boo, tomatoes.”

you send her a merciless smile. “I feel less of a detriment to society this way. Have you seen me in anything other than sweats and a hoodie? It takes effort to look as good as you. Effort I cannot spare for myself.”

“Talk about dramatic.”

dramatics aside,

there was nothing that could possibly be done to drag you out of this dorm room and into the pits of hell called TBZ.

that godforsaken frathood might drive you off a cliff.

you’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.

they were far from hideous— a sight for sore eyes really.

intelligent, sociable, and athletic.

all 11 of them.

even if 2 happened to be both your exes.

once upon a time..

“Well, i’m leaving.” the gorgeous red head flips her hair, model figure hugged in the little black dress she sported. “If i’m not back by morning, send a search party. I love you! Don’t study too hard my little book worm.”

yes.

there were some perks to being roommates and best friend’s with your polar opposite.

a stable social life.

free clothes.

and invites to the biggest parties?

too bad you hardly found any of those to be useful to you.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?” her voice sounds irritated, slightly slurred and strained against the echoing music of the party. “Y/n, can you come get me? Fuck— these people are losers. I’m drunk.”

you grimace.

she’s upset.

it’s only midnight and of all people—

Taeri was upset.

“Did something happen?” you mumble sleepily, sitting up to turn on a light. “Are you okay? DId someone hurt you?”

too drunk to process the question, she groans. “Will you just please come and get me? I feel like I’m gonna explode.”

“O-okay, just give me a couple—“

the call flat lines.

great.

the day has finally come that the stars aligned on a full moon night.

albeit, you still didn’t think the frat party was gonna be a good time,

but i guess you’ll bite.

it didn’t take long to wash up a little, whipping out one of Taeri’s hand me down’s.

10 minutes longer and you had your liner drawn and a simple red tint to your velvet lips.

you absolutely dreaded having to face the day you’d ever come to this—

a strapless top, tight jeans and mid height high heels.

but you had some class.

you weren’t gonna be a detriment to society by showing up in half ass pj’s.

“Hey.”

the hottie by the door makes a double take.

“H-hello.”

your forehead creases, eyes looking into the still much alive party. “Aren’t you gonna ask for my name, pretty boy?”

pretty boy doesn’t respond.

honestly, too stunned to answer.

because god damn.

god damn—

“Damnit.” Eric blinks furiously, wiping at his shirt upon spilling some of his drink. “Sorry, name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, you’re on the list— Y/n?”

at this point, he’s completely disregarded his drink.

the rest spilling all over his thousand dollar shoes.

“Y/n.” you affirm with a slight chuckle. “Taeri called. Is she alright?”

no, of course she’s not.

the sole reason for her coming, being her ex boyfriend who happens to live here—

who undoubtedly was the cause of the phone call in the first place

“Well all hell hasn’t broke loose yet.” Eric manages to make it through a sentence. “You don’t normally come to these things, don’t you? Taeri said you’re not much of a party goer.”

“Great observation, pretty boy. I was summoned. If Taeri wasn’t in trouble, why’d she call me then?”

he aimlessly shrugs. “Hyunjae hasn’t touched your hot model bestie all night. I mean Sunwoo’s back in town so maybe—“

oh god.

OH MY GOD.

fucking hell on earth.

“Hey, didn’t you and Sunwoo—“

“No I don’t know a Sunwoo.” he elicits a pressed panicked grin by you. “And Sunwoo doesn’t know me. Are we understanding each other? Do I make myself clear, pretty boy.”

the pretty boy grins back. “Fucking crystal.”

you pray to the stars in the sky to disarrange.

you pray for anything but the storm that brews ahead.

you pray for the sake of your roommate,

that this was nothing but a coincidence.

“— that Sunwoo’s back in town, can you believe it?”

you refrain from putting that stranger into a chokehold.

wanting nothing but to be home in your covers.

you’re no cinderella but,

it’s past your damn bedtime.

“Where the fuck is she?” you mumble to yourself incoherently, searching the heavily intoxicated crowd for your best friend.

leave it to her to make you the damn search party.

these heels were killing you.

but those heels on you weren’t just killing you,

it was killing everyone else too.

“You won’t believe who just walked in.” Eric came back to his group of troublemakers, kissing his lips through a devious smirk. “God damn, you won’t believe me when I tell you. Who just walked through our fucking doors.”

Sunwoo’s a little less interested.

tired is a simple word to describe his current attitude.

he just got back into town, man.

it’s been a stressful week for him.

the last thing he wants to deal with was Eric’s crazed nonsense.

Hyunjae’s shoulder’s perk from on top of the counter. “If you’re talking about my god forsaken ex again, we’ve already crossed paths. Like fourth party in a row.”

“Not your ex.”

Eric’s feverish.

he’s only heard about the legend of y/n.

the closed-off maths geek Sunwoo had a boner for freshman year.

the hardly qualified best friend of the hottest model on campus.

“But she’s so fucking hot though.” Eric dreamily drools, nodding from the corner in which they gather. “She’s drop dead gorgeous, Sunwoo. How could a star soccer player like you, drop a once in a lifetime shot like that?”

“What the fuck are you on about, you— you’re kidding.”

the star soccer player can’t remember the last time he saw you.

well, to be fair, the last time he saw you,

you were in an oversized hoodie, worn-in sneakers, and sweats doubled your size.

now people are expecting him to believe his ex girlfriend stalked the halls of his house—

in stunning Louboutins nonetheless.

leather tight top hiked too far up the stomach, cleavage half out and bed hair making you look like a 5-star Michelin.

those heels.

the heels are killing him on you, he doesn’t know what to do.

“You’re fucking kidding.” Juyeon jumps from his seat, the rest of the males following suit like a pack of hungry wolves. “That’s her?”

Sangyeon whistles at all that. “I’ll be damned.”

Sunwoo can’t say a thing.

nope.

he’s not allowed to.

leave it to you to sweep the entire party of their feet right after he did.

“Taeri!” you call, unbeknownst to the lingering eyes around you. “Taeri, where are you!”

your heels click at the tiles,

excusing yourself in the crowd like the prim you are.

noting to run as soon as you find,

“Kim Sunwoo.”

your breath’s taken away.

haphazard and eyes blown out of their sockets.

you can’t run if he’s the one that finds you.

“Sunwoo, I—“

he doesn’t let you manage even a word.

clearly won’t let you say a thing.

not that you weren’t allowed to.

after all,

he’s the one that got away.

“Not you.” you tear his hands from tugging on your wrists. “Of anyone in this damn frat house, not you, Kim Sunwoo. I want absolutely nothing to do with you.”

leave it to Sunwoo to look at you like the mad man he is.

the hot shot playboy of IST,

this was your sumptuous ex boyfriend.

your only ex boyfriend.

“— the last thing I want to see. Get away from me.”

his eyes roll and he pins you to the wall of his bedroom,

making sure to lock the door behind you.

“The last thing I want to see is my beloved ex girlfriend showing up half naked at one of my frat parties. But life’s unfair isn’t it?”

he elicits a pitiful snort and you dare yourself to retort back. “The thought never bothered you before when you begged me to be your damn side piece, once upon a time.”

“Once upon a time, you were mine. Let me make myself very clear, you were my girl. And right now, I don’t get that luxury— i’m not allowed to call you that.”

“If you’re looking for permission, you’re far from it. I’m not here for you, i’m here for Taeri.”

Sunwoo’s never liked that girl.

always trying to get you to wear the skankiest clothes.

present you like a centerpiece.

taking you whenever she wanted.

(she had her work cut for her)

when all he wanted was you all to himself.

“Trying to prove yourself by being hotter than her?”

you pry his body off of you,

heated.

absolutely heated you could explode.

“Trying to prove myself by not being a damn joke. Isn’t that what I was to you, once upon a time Kim Sunwoo? The reason you dropped me because I could never prove myself to be the girlfriend in Kim Sunwoo’s hot fucking life.”

his chest rises and falls as fast as his blood boils.

he always loved firing you up.

you were so hot, he couldn’t tell you why.

but he always wanted to strip you out of your oversized clothes and get you completely naked anyway.

the thrill of seeing you naked being a blessing in disguise.

right now,

you were already half way there.

“I loved you.”

“Loved me?” you laugh incredulously. “The sex was good but other than that, what can you say you loved about me? Other than lying to my face, nearly ripping out my hair, telling me your cock only belonged to me? But digging it inside other women like that didn’t matter at all.”

he’s taken by surprise.

that dirty mouth of yours.

he’s been needing a stress relief.

and suddenly, he’s not that stressed about any of his circumstances.

especially the ones he faces right now.

in fact, he’s more laxed than he’s ever been in his entire life.

“Still thinking about my cock, are you?”

“Yours and 5 others, baby. It stopped being all about—“

his lips crash against yours and the wall is suddenly your best friend.

so much for Taeri—

god, Kim Sunwoo was just so irresistible.

“You.” he growls into your lips while ripping off his shirt. “It’s always been all about you, hasn’t it?”

an arduous moan escapes your tethered lips,

melting in the hands of your inconceivable ex boyfriend.

“Im gonna make those 5 others look like training wheels, baby. I’m going to make sure you know who you belong to.”

it’s been 2 years.

you weren’t gonna wallow over your breakup with Sunwoo forever.

yes, you’ve slept with other people but damn.

other people will never be Kim Sunwoo.

“I won’t even have to beg for you to be my side piece when i’m finished with you.”

Taeri and Hyunjae were fine.

Taeri was upset but hey,

Hyunjae beat you to it anyway.

while Sunwoo’s beating into you,

Taeri stops to look at her ex, “Have you seen y/n? She said she was gonna come get me.”

Taeri’s never really liked Sunwoo for you either.

he was always possessive.

always center of fucking attention.

too big and mighty for her little know it all.

but god damn.

if there was anyone who made you happier than she’s ever seen you,

it was that poor unfortunate soul.

“She’s gonna eat him alive.” Taeri chuckles with her hand on her ex’s lap. “Poor thing, y/n’s balled up her anger for him for years. You think he’s gonna be okay?”

that was the thrill of you, you know.

always one step ahead of everyone else,

Sunwoo had to put a leash on you.

he was so tired of chasing,

“You’ve let go, Sunwoo.” you’re hyperventilating over his broad chest. “Where’s all that control you had now?”

you were gonna be the death of him.

he had to juggle loving you, paying the frat, his soccer career—

“I’m sorry.”

3 rounds later and Sunwoo’s spent.

ravishing in your beauty,

the yearning of something he didn’t think he needed in a long time.

you made him the happiest man alive once upon a time.

“I don’t deserve you.”

3 rounds later and you were convinced.

ravishing in his warmth and comfort—

you haven’t felt this content in a long time.

“You deserved all of me.”

you loved him.

god you loved him and you don’t know how to stop.

2 years later and he’s still the man you love.

“I loved your wide smile. I craved your touch. I wanted your attention every damn day and you deserved every minute of having me. I loved everything about you, Kim Sunwoo. But you made that decision to let me go a long time ago.”

he kisses the places your tears stain,

fingers shakily threading through your now long hair.

“I was tired of convincing myself all of that were true. Tell me, baby. What else did you love about me?”

you catch your breath, nose brushed against his.

“Your eyes. Your nose. Your dick.”

his throaty laugh fills your ears like music on christmas morning. “What else, baby?”

you lean in, humming against his cheek.

eyes shut in absolute bliss.

remembering the subtle scent of bergamot and sage that stained his skin.

“Your lips? The way they move when you kiss me. How they feel when you tell me you love me.”

his arms clasp around your hips.

high on your euphoria with you pressed against him like this.

the stars were in his favor tonight.

perfectly aligned in the sky when he finally tells you,

“I love you.”

you’re convinced he’s joking.

you have to convince yourself he was making you a joke.

but Sunwoo holds you like he’s gonna lose you.

afraid you were gonna let go.

“I’ll never deserve you but i’ll love you for the rest of my life if I have to in order to convince myself I do.”

“What do you love about me, Kim Sunwoo?”

the full moon is in your favor.

illuminating the room just enough to meet his colorful eyes.

just enough color to remember how he looked at you once upon a time.

“That you’ll be the only girl that I get to love in my entire life. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, baby. Not even if the stars start crossing in the sky.”

you a side piece?

hardly.

no, Kim Sunwoo never left your side.

he was like an overbearing parasite,

only having to move elsewhere when he wanted to be on top.

or when he kneels in front of you to ask you to be his wife.

and to think he would’ve had to beg once upon a time.

@kyusunyu / @kpopinesss / @atinybitofau

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[holdmytesseract]

Torn

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request: "Hey :) can you please write Loki and reader being not yet in a relationship but they know that there is something, and Loki struggles because he knows that Thor also had an eye on her (maybe there's another girl for him …?)? Can be steamy of course 🥰" - Requested by a nonny. :)

Summary: There had always been something between you and Loki. In fact, both of you were head over heels in each other. The problem? Thor.

Warnings: nothing, except the mention of alcohol?

Word Count: 1,9k

a/n: I loved this request! :) Hope you guys like it!

It was Saturday on a beautiful summer evening. The Avengers compound was buzzing. Loud music could be heard everywhere. A lot of people were present; dancing, drinking, talking and partying exuberantly. It was - of course, one of Tony's famous party's, what else?

"You know that just staring at her won't get you closer to her, right?"

Loki sat on one of the bar stools with a drink in his hands, donning his all-black suit. To be honest, he didn't even know how he ended up here. He never intended to go on one of this playboy's party's, but then Thor just came in and dragged him along - against his will. He hadn't been at the party for even five minutes and was already annoyed to the core, wanted nothing more than to just get out of this place. He wasn't really welcome anyway, to tell the truth. Loki could gladly relinquish on the stares and looks others on the party gave him. Leaving now would do him a favour and everybody else as well.

He was already about to sneak out behind his brother's back and leave, when she walked into the room. Y/N. The most beautiful creature in all the nine realms Loki had ever laid his eyes upon. Y/N was, just like him, an Avenger. But unlike him, her weapon wasn't magic, no. In fact, she didn't even have 'superpowers' or a 'super suit'. Not that she needed it anyway. Her superpower was her excellent fighting skills, similar to Natasha's. Y/N was that kind of woman who looked pretty and inconspicuous from the outside, but was able to break all of your bones within seconds. That woman could make grown man cry, have them begging on their knees for mercy. And not just that... She was very smart, kind, witty and loved to read. On rainy days you'd find her in the library or somewhere in her room or the living room, nose buried deeply in a book. All in all, Y/N pressed all of Loki's buttons. The God of Mischief had never fallen for a woman - a mortal, that hard and fast. At the beginning he didn't even know what was wrong with him. He tried to deny it and played his feelings for the gorgeous woman across the room off, but at some point, they consumed him, ate him up from the inside, leaving him no choice than to just admit to himself that he was, in fact, in love. Meanwhile, Loki was in so deep, that he failed to hide it from some of the others...

"What?" Natasha sat down beside him on one of the bar stools. "I asked you if you know that just staring at her won't get you closer to her." Loki averted his gaze and rolled his eyes. "So? What does it matter? It's not like I could change anything." Natasha shrugged her shoulders. "Why not?" Loki shook his head and sighed annoyed. "Y/N won't choose me over him and we both know that. Now just leave me alone." The problem? Thor had already casted an eye on Y/N. He was wooing her all the time; was constantly flirting with her and wanted nothing more than to go out with her. Y/N wasn't aversed from Thor - of course she wouldn't be. Who could say no to his oaf of a brother? Loki was certain that there was definitely something going on between them and once again he found himself on the loser side. Once again, he was just the second place. Once again, his brother got everything and Loki nothing. Once again, he lived in the shadow of Thor's greatness. He was sick and tired of this.

Natasha was the one who rolled her eyes now. "How do you know that, if you never even try?" Loki shook his head once again and chugged his drink. "Just leave me alone." "Fine." With those words Natasha stood up, "Stay here and drown yourself in your self-pity, rather than fighting for Y/N." and left the bar. Loki snorted out a laugh. 'Fight for Y/N'... Why should he fight for something he already lost?

Unbeknownst to the Asgardian Prince, had Y/N witnessed the conversation between him and her best friend. Although, she didn't hear what they were talking about, she knew exactly what was going on. Y/N knew that Loki had been staring at her - like he did so often. Y/N knew that Loki had a soft spot for her. And she also knew that he was most likely head over heels for her. The young woman also couldn't deny that there was something between them. Deep down, she knew that she had always harboured a crush on the raven-haired man, from the first moment she saw him entering the Avengers compound. His good looks and that silver tongue of his were more than just attracting. Not to mention his intelligence and mischievousness; or the way he fought so gracefully in a battle. It was safe to say that Y/N wanted nothing more than to kiss those kissable lips of him, roll around the sheets together, call him her boyfriend and take Loki on a date or two. Okay... Maybe in a different order, but the point still stood. The problem? Thor, Loki's older brother had casted an eye on her as well. Y/N felt flattered by Thor's attempts of courting her and she liked the God of Thunder, no doubt, but... Not in that way... He was nice and all. Really a funny and kind guy - a great friend, but nothing more. The thing was, that Y/N didn't quite have the courage to tell it Thor. She was afraid of losing him as a friend or to break his heart... "Oh really now?" Natasha's voice suddenly urged to Y/N's ears. "Wha'?" The Y/H/C haired woman asked her best friend, blinking. "You are staring at Loki now as well? Would you two like to compete in a staring contest, or...?" "Nat..." Y/N said, glaring at the red-haired beauty. "What? It's true! It's more than obvious that you two fancy each other. It's written all over your faces! What are you waiting for? Go, get your man!" Natasha tried to encourage Y/N, but she just sighed and turned away. "I can't, Nat." Her best friend frowned, was more than confused. "Why? What's the problem? He's into you, you're into him..." Another sigh left Y/N's lips. "It's just... Thor... Thor is the problem..." Natasha was now even more confused. "Thor?" Y/N faced her best friend again, nodding. "Yes, Thor... You know that he likes me as well?" "Yes, I've noticed, but why is that a problem?" Y/N looked at Natasha dumbfounded. "Why is that a problem?" She exclaimed. "Why is that a problem?? Nat, there are two men who are obviously in love with me at the same time - and they're brothers!" Nat shrugged her shoulders. "So? I thought you just have eyes for Loki?" "I-I do, but-" "No buts. Tell Thor you're flattered, but not interested. It's simple." Y/N shook her head. "I can't just do that!" "Why?" Natasha practically whined, was on the edge of despair. "Because I don't want to hurt Thor's feelings! I want to keep him as a friend..." The red head took a deep breath. "Okay, I understand that, but think about it... Is it better to probably just hurt the feelings of one person, or leaving you and Loki both heartbroken and unhappy?" Natasha questioned Y/N, then turned on her heels and left. Y/N looked after her best friend, quite baffled. She couldn't deny, that Natasha's words made the gears turn inside her head. What if she was actually right? "Lady Y/N, would you like to dance?" The voice of Thor ripped the young woman out of her thoughts, causing her to spin around. "Thor!" The God of Thunder had a big smile on his face; hand stretched out. "I, uh-" Y/N saw from the corner of her eyes, how Loki looked at her. His eyes were full of emotions. Jealousy, pain, despair... love. She swallowed hard, felt how a lump formed in her throat and how her heart ached for the raven-haired Asgardian Prince. Not for the blonde-haired... "Not now, Thor. Maybe another time. But thank you." Y/N gave him a quick smile, before she passed him by and left the party. She needed space.

Three days had passed since the party. Y/N had taken those days for herself to sort out her thoughts and especially to untangle her feelings. It had been a lot of back and forth, but now she had decided. Therefore, Y/N made her way to the quarters of a certain Asgardian Prince... The young woman inhaled deeply, before she knocked at the door. It took a short while until it got opened, revealing a casually dressed Loki. A thing Y/N didn't get to see very often. Clad in just a black t-shirt and some grey, tight-fitting joggers, the God looked quite surprised at the unexpected visitor. "Y/N?" He asked, blinking. "What are you doing here?" "I-I, uh... I..." She stuttered, overwhelmed by the unusual sight in front of her eyes. Loki looked devilishly handsome. "Sorry, I-" Y/N cleared her throat and took another deep breath. "I am here because I wanted to talk with you." Loki looked quite a bit confused, but stepped aside. "Sure. Come in." She walked inside and Loki closed the door after her. The woman couldn't help but to let her gaze wander and the first thing which caught Y/N's eyes was the huge bookshelf, packed with various books. She knew that Loki loved to read, but she didn't expect this. She loved it. The next thing she noticed, was that the colours of the room were mostly black and green. His colours. The furniture, the walls, the floor - everything. It was beautiful. "Your room is beautiful. I adore the books." Y/N turned to face Loki once again, smiling softly. "Thank you." They just looked at each other for a few moments, before Y/N scraped up all the courage she had and spoke up again. Now or never. "I saw you staring at me at Tony's party and I know why you did it." Y/N could've facepalmed herself for what she said. What a stupid beginning of that conversation... Loki's eyes widened in... shock? Fear? "Y/N, I am so sorry, I- Please let me explain, I-" Loki rambled, tried to explain himself, but Y/N didn't have it. She had quickly noticed that words apparently didn't work for her today, so she decided to try it with actions. She just hoped, that Natasha and her feelings didn't prove her wrong. So, before Loki could even talk further, she quickly bridged the distance between them, stood on her tiptoes and just kissed him. This caught Loki clearly completely by surprise. He froze, couldn't grasp what was happening at first. It took him a few seconds to realise that he was in the middle of a kiss - and that the one kissing him was Y/N. His heart did a somersault, jumped from nought to sixty. Y/N was already on the verge of pulling back from the unrequited kiss, when Loki reacted fast and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her back in. His lips moved against hers, kissing her passionately; eyes fluttering shut. It was an overwhelming feeling for them - and the beginning of something wonderful.

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[marimbles]

Hope you don’t mind me asking lol, I stumbled upon your blog and I see you are in the throes of Ouran hyperfixation 😅 What are your opinions on each member of the host club?

yes im definitely in the throes thanks for noticing<3 lol. i'd be delighted to share my opinions on each member of the host club !! this will be LONG bc i have a lot to say about these binches (also this will have manga spoilers). so i'll put it under a cut

Haruhi—honestly what's not to love. she's scruffy and apathetic and grumpy and direct and 300% done with everything, including gender conformity. "these damn rich people" yes king go off. also you're so valid for being 90% motivated by food. it's such a perfect and fascinating idea to drop a person like fujioka haruhi into a group of ridiculous dramatic people like the host club and see how they fare. impressively well, actually. she cleans up nice and is surprisingly charming and intuitive underneath the apathy. but this is only what you find out in like the first episode!!! she grows so much over the course of the story, especially in the manga, and it warmed my heart so much and made me so proud of her 😭 how her relationship with the host club members changed her as a person and even enabled her to better pursue her lifelong dreams. ugh. i love how falling in love with tamaki gave haruhi such a beautiful character arc. first her resistance (which was both understandable and hilarious), because he's so STUPID and RIDICULOUS and in her mind is the last kind of person she'd want to be with, but then she realizes how much she has learned from him and how much he's opened her heart, and she's so inspired by him—to experience new things and understand people better and challenge her preconceived notions and grow to be a better, kinder person, which will make her a better lawyer too. she's actually so brave, to step out of her comfort zone, and connect with others, and to learn how to accept help, when she closed herself off as a coping mechanism when she was so young. she has so much patience to deal with the host club theatrics and a lot of patience with her dad, who is also rather theatrical lol. she had to grow up young and mature so fast and i like how through the host club she learned how to have fun and let other people support and admire her too. ugh i just love her! she has such a soft and good heart and she learns to love so deeply even though it initially went against her nature! she's soooo stray italian greyhound coded to me.

Tamaki—my favorite. one of my favorite characters of all time now actually. im just obsessed with him. i already have a weakness for blond boys with sad backstories and i blorbified him so so fast. as a longtime adrien agreste stan it was inevitable, once i learned about his existence. i saw the most pathetic drama queen loser in all of fiction and i went "yeah he's perfect." i loved him as soon as i watched an episode but i think it was this post that really sold me on him and convinced me to read the manga. i mean isn't he just the guy of all time. as a sillyguy myself i can't not adore him, because he is SO silly and SO dramatic and SO larger-than-life ridiculous, and i am just a big fan of that. but at the same time he has a surprising amount of depth, revealed little by little, that just made me fall even more in love with him as i learned more! cause the thing about tamaki is that everything about him is over-the-top and outlandish—including the size of his heart, and the way he cares about other people, and the lengths he will go to to help them. he's like incredibly narcissistic and incredibly selfless, at the same time. such a fascinating contradiction to me. he has such big feelings whether it's overwhelming grief over a stranger's sob story or unbridled excitement over a mcdonald's happy meal toy. i think all in all tamaki's character can be summed up with one word: love. he just loves everything and everyone to an incomprehensible degree, and that love is transformative. he loves his broken family to the point of wholenesss, and his lonely schoolmates the the point of chosen family, and haruhi to the point of courage—because he was just as confused and afraid as she was, and they both learned to be brave enough to love in a way they always thought was impossible for them. he just loves the whole world and it loves him back, because when you put that much love out there it's bound to be reflected back to you. i love how essentially tamaki annoyed all his friends into becoming his found family lol, because as stupid and obnoxious as he is, he cares SO much, and that's how he won each one over individually, to the point that they'd do practically anything for him. despite being pretty obtuse about himself he's very intuitive about other people and he is able to see them as they really are, in a way they couldn't even see themselves yet, and understand them to a degree that allows them to understand themself. anyway im always crying about him, cause. yeah.

Kyoya—man i love him. so calm and cool and collected and lowkey an evil genius. i love how he plays off tamaki so perfectly. they truly are a married couple lmao. but again!!! in signature ouran fashion, there is much more to him than meets the eye! they're all so much more than the "type" they are assigned! because yes kyoya is the "cool one," the genius one, the guy who always has a plan, the one who's constantly strategizing internally and weighing pros and cons and thinking 9 steps ahead, who only does things for his own benefit … but also underneath he is so passionate. he has all the emotions he tends not to show. fear and anger and grief and love. the anime did such a good job of portraying this because sometimes i think about that scene with him painting inside the golden frame and then it zooms out and he's made a giant beautiful work of art outside the frame, with every color, and i just sort of wanna cry about it. the hidden depths of kyoya ootori...i love that, like haruhi, he learned that it's important to have fun, and if your best friend is a complete idiot, it's good for you! (albeit sometimes detrimental to your health and sanity, lol.) again i loved how they handled it in the anime where in the end he shows his father how intelligent and powerful and in control he was, just to let all of that go, because he found what made him happy, and that was more important than any of it. i love a guy who forms unbreakable bonds first against his will but then puts his whole heart into them! who learns to defy expectations and forge his own path! who learns that happiness is its own end! MAN!! ok also the part in the manga where he spends his whole paris vacation searching for tamaki's mom and completely exhausts himself and falls asleep in the street because of it, just because he wanted to be able to report back to tamaki that she was alive and well. i might cry. im a tamaharu shipper but i have a very soft spot for kyotama.

Kaoru—i get emotional about him sometimes. he is sooooo 😭 ok because at first, the twins are identical both in looks and personality. but as the story progresses, their individuality becomes more obvious, and kaoru reveals himself as the more emotionally mature twin. i love the twins for being mischievous and silly and obnoxious and just a tiny bit evil sometimes, and for always making fun of tamaki (i mean SOMEONE has to), but they both have a lot a depth underneath that which makes them so dear to me 🥺 and kaoru. oh. baby boy. he's so intuitive, often seeing what hikaru is unwilling/unable to see, and so self-sacrificial, always willing to put his brother's needs over his own. the way he was developing feelings for haruhi the whole time, just like hikaru was, but he was the first to realize and admit it to himself, and he gave hikaru space to figure it out too. and then how he is honest with haruhi and confesses to her but in the same breath tells her that his relationship with hikaru is too important to jeopardize, so he bows out gracefully even as he speaks up. UGH! sometimes i just think about that part in the manga where he talks with haruhi about how he wouldn't know what to do if he and hikaru wanted the same thing and both couldn't have it, and then later they have a box of cookies and there's not enough for everyone so he saves his for hikaru, and then haruhi points out that he found the answer to his question, didn't he? about what he would do if they wanted the same thing? so then he ends up stepping back to let hikaru pursue haruhi instead of him, promising to support him, and helping him grow and mature into a better person. wahhhh...... he's a sort of tragic character to me honestly. like it makes me a little sad to think about him. but he just has a good heart, and he ends up happy because the change he was afraid would make him lose the relationships that were most important to him actually made them even stronger.

Hikaru—i think i have a slightly softer spot for kaoru, but i really really love hikaru as well, and i think his character arc is one of the best in the series. he's definitely the brasher/less mature twin in the beginning, who tends to let jealousy and anger get the better of him and he lashes out sometimes because of his frustration and confusion about his own feelings. he struggles with self-awareness and kaoru knows that, which is why he gives hikaru opportunities to self-discover and figure himself out. hikaru falling for haruhi and admitting that to himself and others, even haruhi, was so important for him as someone who always defaulted to keeping others out and viewed everyone but kaoru as an outsider. he really didn't trust anyone but kaoru with his thoughts and feelings, but being part of the club made him open up, examine himself, and consciously choose to mature. one of my favorite hikaru moments is when he dyes his hair dark to show that he's an individual who is separate from his twin and wants to be viewed as such, but at the same time he makes it clear to kaoru that being individuals doesn't mean they have to drift apart or be any less important to each other—and he's determined for them to stay just as close even as they pursue separate paths for the first time in their lives. i also love his rivalry with tamaki over haruhi and how that affects him and forces him to grow. another favorite moment is when he demands that tamaki open his eyes and encourages him to not let his trauma get the best of him. instead of letting tamaki stay ignorant of his feelings for haruhi, which would be to his advantage, he makes tamaki realize them so they could have an equal chance to pursue her. he has so many sweet moments where he feels conflicted about tamaki, wishing he was out of the picture but also feeling so much gratitude and affection for him. he just really loves tamaki, and really loves kaoru, and really loves haruhi, and that love that started out with so much hurt and jealously makes him grow into a more selfless and genuine and mature person, when he finally, like kaoru, bows out and chooses to be happy for tamaki and haruhi. ugh he's a good boy even though he acts like a turd sometimes. lol.

Honey—i don't have as strong of feelings for honey as the others i've gone over but he is still a great character! obviously he's adorable, and i just find him very sweet and enjoyable. and of course the fact that the sweets-obsessed boy lolita who carries around a stuffed bunny is actually a genius and also a martial arts master who can take down 50 guys singlehandedly...yeah it's pretty dope lmao. i love how he learned from tamaki the meaning of true inner strength—not pretending to be something your not for someone else's sake, but being unapologetically YOU and embracing what makes you happy! honey learns to comfortably live a seemingly contradictory life, because he openly loves his cake and cutesie stuff but he remains a strong and well-respected leader and master of the haninozuka martial arts. it's funny and but also very fitting to me that in the manga he ends up with the girl from the black magic club—someone who's different from him in what appears to be every way, but honey is not afraid of contradiction and appreciates people being themselves!

Mori—he's the host i least connect with, just because he doesn't get much focus and also barely speaks lol. but i still love mori! i really admire his loyalty—just the truest friend anyone could ever ask for. he and honey are such an iconic duo. his "lovely item" lol. it's really sweet how much of a natural protector he is—not just how he looks out for honey but also haruhi and the whole host club. he's a very compassionate person with strong principle. one of my favorite mori moments is when he demands a fight with honey just so he feels like he has the right to tell him what to do and remind him to brush his teeth when they're apart for college haha. also shout out to the part where tamaki desperately asks "do you ever think about kissing honey-senpai" because he's freaking out about haruhi and mori says no but later is shown worrying that he screwed tamaki up by lying, because he does actually think about kissing honey 😂

ok this concludes my Opinion Of The Hosts soapbox hour, thank you for asking and sorry i answered:) tldr i love them all lol

#ask #starlightbelle #ohshc

[autism-corner]

Ayo look at this loser seeking comfort in fictional demons (its me im the loser)

another re-post (OG on ao3)

just some of the brothers comforting you&me <3

ft. Leviathan, Belphegor, Asmodeus & Beelzebub (200-300 words each)

Leviathan

Once you arrived at his door he could immediately tell something was wrong. It wasn't anything you had said, it's just that you were… a lot more quiet than usual. You were hesitant, and not at all like the human he had grown used to. 

Once the door was opened, you crashed into his arms. You both lay down somewhere, whether that is in his tub or on some splayed out beanbags. You lay curled up to his side, one of his arms over your shoulders. Your face is pressed into his neck, his hand is softly petting and calming you, while soothing words are being spoken by his soft voice. 

Once you've calmed down a bit he’ll ask you what you need, and do those things to the best of his abilities. If it's just him that you need, he will let you lay on his chest, and together you’ll read some fluffy manga. At the end of the night you’ll fall asleep in his arms, and before he also falls asleep he’ll give you some forehead kisses. 

If you approach him about it the next morning he’ll stutter something along the lines: ‘I- I- I mean,,, you would have done the same for me right? I- I- I can some- somewhat understand how you feel… please come to me next time too…’

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Belphegor

Finally having made it up the stairs of the attic, you open the door to see Belphegor already sleeping on the big bed. You get into the bed, as close to him as possible, and let it all out. Halfway through your rant/emotional breakdown/whatever he’ll likely be awake, but he won't let you notice since you don't really need him to talk right now. He will get closer to you once he realizes the situation, and wrap his arms around you so you’ll be nice, safe and cozy. 

Once you've calmed down and Belphie’s ‘woken up’, you’ll both likely stay in bed for a while. If you're up for it he will get a blanket and a lot of pillows, and lay those out in the observatory for a second cuddle session. Depending on your needs, he’ll let you talk, or he’ll let it be quiet, but it's most likely you’ll just lay together while belphie points at stars and tells their stories.

If you approach him about it later, he’ll likely dismiss it as ‘not that big of a deal’, and ‘you can come to me anytime, life is hard sometimes’ and ‘while I do enjoy cuddling with you, your safety and wellbeing comes first’. Secretly, he's very happy because HE is the one you went to for comfort, and that truly means a lot to him. He is very thankful you can be open to him. 

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Asmo

Asmo was just doing whatever in his room when he heard you knock. You were the only one that really knocked in this house, so excitedly he skipped over to the door. Upon seeing the state you are currently in, he’ll drag you inside and place you upon his bed, locking the door. This moment will be for the two of you. He’ll lay down next to you and place your head on his chest. While you let out everything you need to let out, he’ll pet your hair and respond to your emotions with quick nods and soothing noises. If the situation you're dealing with contains self-deprecation, he’ll take your head in his hands, and tell you all the things he loves about you. He himself is also way too familiar with those habits, so he's the best at trying to stop yours. 

Once you've calmed down he’ll ask if you want to do a spa day with just him, to help the both of you catch up and relax. You won't have to do anything, asmo says ‘Now, you just sit there and look pretty’, accompanied with a wink. No matter how hard the situation is, asmo will always lift up the mood. Depending on your needs, asmo could either talk your ears off, or will listen carefully to you, but most likely you’ll both be gossiping with eachother, distracting both of you from the reason(s) you’ve come here. 

If you approach him about it later, he’ll cheerfully respond ‘No problem sweetheart, anytime of course!’. You know that you can trust him, and he knows that you trust him. Maybe next time he’s having problems, you’ll help him in turn. In any case, he’ll look forward to hanging out with you again, no matter the circumstances. 

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Beelzebub

It's not often that you find Beel alone in his room, but you're happy he is this time. He’ll be doing whatever, laying on his bed and as soon as you walk in his protective mode will activate. He doesn't yet know how to handle these situations, but he’s trying his best. He’ll be sat upright with his arms open and inviting, allowing you to take place on his lap. His arms close around you and you can comfortably bury your head in his shoulder or chest to let it all out.  

Once you've calmed down you’ll both lay down, you still curled up by his side, and he’ll listen to you, or continue with whatever he was doing before, leaving you to rest. If his hunger comes up, he’ll carefully nudge you and ask if you’ll come with him to the kitchen. If not, he’ll ask Belphie to bring him some food, but if you're comfortable with it he’ll let you cling to him. On your way to the kitchen one of his brothers might pop up, and he’ll give them a look that could only mean ‘Leave us alone’ , causing you to have some time with Beel alone. While eating with one hand might be hard, he’ll manage if it means it’ll comfort you more. 

If you bring it up to him later, he’ll say ‘It wasn't a problem at all. Do please be careful. I won't mind helping next time, but stay safe, okay?’ He’ll give you a big grin and maybe ruffle your hair a bit. He really cares about you, even if it's hard for him to show it. 

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me comfort #obey me x reader #comfy comfy comfy #i wrote this like a year ago so idk wth i was going through but =w=bb #i love these boys a lotta <3 #sillyposting #my work #im reposting my fics bc i finally made my master list and a few of my works were only on ao3 so yay =w=bb #augh

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Problems with bottoms:

You know how The Take has been oh everyone on set was sooooo good at improv a lot of the lines were improv-Ed because everyone was so funny and good at improv. And then in the end credits they show you the improv-Ed Alt Cuts of a lot of scenes. And nobody in the theater laughs and your face for every joke cut is. 😐

The entire premise of putting Rachel sennott and ayo edebiri in oversized t shirts dusting off their hands and saying. My job is done. These two beautiful women who are lauded as beautiful women are now Ugly Losers. And since they are now Ugly Losers (wearing an XL t shirt) they have carte Blanche to say I may be an ugly gay loser but I’m not THAT much of an ugly gay loser I would NEVER be enough of an ugly gay loser to stoop to dating OTHER ugly gay losers. It’s like. It is straight up identical to characterizations in a movie about two teen boys. It’s very much Oh lesbians and straight men are the exact same haha. They like women in the exact same way and act exactly the same. They’re lesbians but besides Josie’s white suit joke and lavender marriage rant there’s. No consistent work put in that makes you laugh and go oh yeah those are LESBIAN lesbians those are DYKES. I’m thinking a lot about booksmart and how when you saw the girl the lesbian had a crush on you were like. Oh yeah of course. Of course! I understand perfectly.

I can’t get over how much it feels like it was plotted and written for like. A 48 hour challenge or something. It’s so jumpy and directionless and not at all interested in even the semblance of substance or cohesion.

This is a marketing issue not necessarily a movie issue but. The two main things Marketing the movie. The snippet about fight club for girls. Which is one movie. And the poster. Which is a different movie. And then the movie you watch. Which is neither of those movies. It’s neither of those movies and it’s not even booksmart or superbad.

This is a mashup of the last two points but this movie has no idea what it wants to be. It knows where it’s set. It does a wonderful job of creating the world it’s in with costuming and setting. But it has no idea what it wants to be. Or where it’s going. Or who any of the people in it are. If any one aspect was seized upon and fleshed out even a little bit I could forgive all my other criticisms. When there was the fight scene at the end I was like wait this rules why did they only do this one other time in the movie. It feels like there could have been more fighting in my fight club movie. When pj and Josie were having Intrapersonal Drama. I was like. Yeah I would watch this if there was more of it. But there wasn’t. When they were actually for real flirting with the cheerleaders. I was like yeah this is fun I would watch more of this. When the oddball background characters were being friends for real. I was like yeah this rules. And we saw it once or twice. every aspect of the movie had like. A scene and a half. An entire runtime made up of scenes and a halfs.

I would like to let the record show that I went in very open minded expecting a movie where girls said fuck and sex. That was my only expectation. And it was Met. And after I watched it. I went oooooh that first viewing was not so good perhaps the second will be different. I gave liking this movie the good ol’ college try. I thought it had a Stellar first fifteen. From the opening to the ride home I was like oh this movie is gonna rule. Anyway. That’s my Thoughts On Bottoms.

#etxt

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Straight Through The Heart (Eddie Munson x Chubby Reader)

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Eddie being in love with Dustin's older sister.

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Being an outcast to Eddie came natural. It seemed like it was the Munson legacy to be a freak and he didn't mind. Until it came to you.

You were different. His favorite quote of yours had to be, ‘I treat everyone with kindness, until they give me a reason otherwise’. And apparently laying into the ‘freaks’ that made up the Hellfire club was one of those things that pushed past those limits. Which included him and now your brother and company.

Although the part about him being under your protection wasn't obvious to him until after he had fallen for you. But was made clear to him your senior year to be exact.

“You're an idiot hanging around those freaks.”

Eddie had no idea what he had stumbled upon, just that Jason was involved.

Peaking around the corner, the last thing he expected was to see Jason leaning over you, as you leaned against a wall.

You seemed unperturbed, rolling your eyes like this was a regular occurrence. “Back off Jason.” You spat out, pushing yourself from the wall. “I know your hung up on the past, but we aren’t sharing snacks in elementary anymore."

As you tried to walk past him, he slammed an arm against the wall. Effectively blocking your path. “Yeah, your right. Because you choose those freaks over your actual friends.” He leaned closer, but still maintain his same volume. “Listen I can understand Dustin and his band of losers. But the Hellfire club, you’ve been hanging around that little cult since we started high school. Don’t you think it’s time to give up on those freaks. Or do I have to convince you by roughing up their pathetic leader? “

In only a moment your positions change, if Eddie had blinked he would have missed it. There you were holding Jason up against the wall by his varsity jacket, looking much more helpless than you ever had in the conversation.

“If you lay a single finger on anyone I care about, I will have no sympathy in beating you to a pulp. “ Your breathing seemed impossibly steady to Eddie. Almost like you had prepared for this situation. You slammed his back against the wall. “Do I make myself clear?”

Jason nodded so quickly that a click resounded through the painful silence. You let him go and smooth out his jacket. He then shook you off and squared his shoulders.

This move made Eddie have the urge to come to your aid. But seeing your previous actions, held himself back. You could obviously handle yourself, though how he had no idea.

“I get it now.” The irritated look that settled on Jason face would have made Eddie laugh, in any other circumstance. “You’ve got a thing for the head freak himself. Don’t you!” Jason barked out a laugh in disbelief.

“Who I have feelings for doesn’t matter Jason.” The disappointment in your face had made a deep crease appear between your brows. “What does matter is that you never grew up from that little boy that would bully snack from his classmates. I’ve just realized what’s important to me and that you have a lot of maturing to do. “

Turning from Jason, you calmly walk away. The only issue being that the direction you walked in was toward Eddie. Pressing himself flat against the wall he had been peering around, he prayed you would pass him. But it seemed like his luck had ran out. You rounded the corner and paused only once you passed him.

In a hushed tones you said. “It’s not nice to eves drop Eddie. “ Then hooked your plush arm in his stiff one, dragging him further away from the still seething Jason.

Eddie's mind was whirling. Not only had he heard a conversation, mostly revolving around him, he had also been exposed to so much new information. You had never mentioned that you and Jason had a past, though now that he thinks about it Jason and his cronies had never targeted you. Which usually anyone second or even third hand involved with Hellfire was laid into. On the other hand, it seemed like you wanted nothing to do with Jason, past or no past. Also what was that remark about you having feelings for him. You may not have said it out right, but you also didn't rebuke it…

An arm touched his shoulder. “Huh?” It wasn't the best reaction in this situation, but it would have to do.

 “Eddie, have you listen to a thing i’ve said?” You heaved out a sigh, but a soft smile sat on you lips. 

 If there was one thing Eddie was good at it was watching you, your lips were just one perk of that hobby. “Would you be mad if I said no?” He played it off as a joke and was relieved when your smile widened.

“I could never be mad at you Eds.” You said it so easily, but Eddie didn't think that anything could make his heart beat faster.

Your smile wilted and you continued. “I’m sorry you had to hear that, but Jason just needs some sense knocked into him sometimes.”

 Just as you reached the school exit Eddie whirled around, taking a hold of your shoulders, he balked. “When were you going to tell me you had moves like that by the way. You went all karate kid on him! “

Both of your smiles widened at his reaction. You took his hands in yours and held them between you. “Well with all the weird things that go on in this town, I started taking kick boxing classes. So you know, a girl isn’t out there all defenseless and such.” Your soft cheeks had become pink by the end of you explanation.

Bringing your hands to his chest he smiles at you with a soft expression. “Just when I thought you couldn't get more amazing, you go and pull this on me.” Eddie took a step closer and ran his hands up your arms.

 Right as Dustin slammed the exit doors open. “Oh thank god, we’ve been looking all over for you guys.” He then procedes to use his walkie headset to let the others know you and Eddie were safe.

You perked up at the concern and stole his hat to ruffle his hair. “Of course we’re fine goober. You think i’d let anything happen to Eddie? “ You put on his hat on your own head and turn it backward. “ What do you thing I go to classes for! “

A large smile spread across Dustins face at the reminder. “Yeah, you're right. Eddie you should see her! I’ve sat in on a couple of the classes and she kicks so much ass!” 

At his exclamation you smacked his shoulder. “Hey, don’t let mom hear you say that. She'll think you learnt it from me. “ This was followed up with a noogie and Dustin yelling uncle.

Eddie disappointment was quickly exchanged for laughter. You guys may have your ups and downs, but you were the most functional siblings he had ever met. Catching up to your play fight, he slung an arm across your shoulders and walked you both towards his van. “Ok, if he got to see you in action then I need to see this. Where's my invite?”

You looked up at him through your lashes and he almost couldn't handle it. “There's actually a class tonight. I can show you the ropes, if you want that is.”

“ Not even a hellhound could stop me. “ And Eddie didn't think he could make a truer statement.

#chubby reader #eddie munson #stranger things #pining #fluff

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for when you wake up: 3 (w/ kobra, 6, 9 and 16 + fun ghoul for the kj asks :PP

3 - What would they do if something happened to Kobra?

kind of depends on the something. if he's injured during a fight or something along those lines, ghoul's main priority becomes Getting Kobra The Fuck Outta Here. if it's am emotional something then ghoul will be there with distraction upon distraction to cheer him up- here lets go run over these paint filled balloons and/or small explosives with your bike! hey kobes wanna try out that new disarm you were practicing on me? you wanna binge all the karate kids with me?- and then more often than not as kobra calms down he'll eventually just start spilling whatever's up and ghoul will just listen and he rarely even has to say anything because he knows it'll understand. but if something really bad happened to kobra, like if kobra were to fucking die, i think ghoul would just shut down. he'd probably leave the diner with the intention of not coming back because it fucking hurts to live in the same spot his best friend had called home for so long. and maybe he'd be bitter about it, cursing kobra's name for fucking leaving him like that, like everyone else does, like he promised he never would. he wouldn't mean it but it'd blame him for dying- "youve won so many useless fucking fights why'd you have to give up now". i think hed talk to kobra a lot actually, under his breath, like hes still standing right next to him. maybe thats part of the reason why he leave the diner, he cant handle the pitying looks he gets

6 - What’s something they know they shouldn’t do and could get them in serious shit, but they still do anyways?

hes a little asshole that just loves pushing too far and saying all the worst shit to all the wrong people (see ttid chapter 2? i believe? as an example). its not like kobra where hes trying to pick fights, just sometimes he gets bored and when that happens he doesnt have as much control over his mouth so he speaks without thinking a loooooot more than usual. he also totally just. eats incredibly toxic chemicals when hes making bombs and shit. hes not deliberately gulping it down or anything but if be gets some on his hand (bc he Does Not wear gloves) he'll just lick it off. he figures hes already radioactive and shit anyways therefore chemicals cant fucking hurt him

9 - Get in, loser, we’re going back to middle school- what’s the edgiest song you associate with this character? (if you associate any songs with them, that is)

heres two bc i couldnt pick (the first hasnt left my fucking mind for days bc of you)

16 - Where do they consider that “home” is?

i think, for the longest time, ghoul doesnt really believe in the concept of having a home yk? his home is with himself, he keeps on the move and never really settles down with any one crew or any once place (bc yk. trauma.) and i think its only when he's dying in the city that he realizes his home was the desert- the one constant he's had throughout his whole fucked up life. i think ghoul hates knowing hes gonna die in the city the most out of all of them because he should be dying at home dammit! he was born there, his entire life was spent there, he should get to die there too. and yeah dying with family for family is a close second, but its not the fucking same, and i think that homesick is one of if not the last emotions he ever feels

#asks #ask game #danger days #danger days headcanons #my headcanons #fun ghoul #THANK YOU KAZ THIS WAS FUN AS HELL #I LOVE GHOULIE SM

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I’ll Make You Pay (Angst/Smut)

Inexperienced!Dr. Julian Albert x Dark!Fem!Reader

Dark/Sex Pollen Fic (18+ MDNI)

Summary: Julian, lonely and looking for some company and attention, stumbles upon your profile on a popular sugar daddy site. You decide to go for it needing the money for drugs. What happens when you take a drug that makes you extremely needy with Dr. Albert, whom, by the way, has no money to pay to you?

Word Count: 5.2k+

A/N: Ya’ll see that gif thooo!! Kissing and neck cuffing. I love me some daddy Felton! Wrote this partly for myself because there aren’t many fics about Julian Albert and it’s so criminal.

TW/Warnings: opioid abuse, car sex, semi-public sex, touch starved!julian/touch-sensitive!reader, reader is a villain, slight OOC!Julian, fuck or die, unhappy ending, graphic language, DUB CON (via sex pollen), attempted sexual assault, nonconsensual drugging, mentions of sexual abuse, depression, self harm, suicide, and grooming, misandry and mistrust of men, age gap (Albert in 30s and Reader in 20s), breath play, hinted sapiosexuality, blindfolding with tie, sensory deprivation, small mention of British accent kink, light mommy kink, daddy kink, doctor kink, small orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, dacryphilia, use of handcuffs, hair pulling, scratching, biting, lot of saliva, one moment of light choking, p in v (unprotected), oral (m receiving), small dom/sub dynamics, reader sluts out Julian 🔥😩

You were once a good girl. Polite, well mannered, always smiling. Then, all that changed when you met your first boyfriend. You were 15 and He was 25. To you, it didn’t seem wrong. It was only love to you. In his eyes, however, he saw someone he could mold. Down the line you found yourself selling your body for him but whenever he’d reward you with drugs all the pain went away. Now all you cared for was chasing down that high again and again. The kind of high that nobody else could give you through sex or any kind of intimacy. To you, drugs made life worth living.

When you were finally free from your boyfriend’s clutches, you thought you could change again. Leading a life of sobriety, you even went back to school to complete your GED.

It was all pointless. You ended up right back where you were even without him in your life. Suddenly, you went back to chasing that high. It was a cruel sick joke that life spun on you. Countless times you’ve thought of ending it all and you’ve attempted to no avail. At one point, even found yourself in a hospital after downing a bottle of pills. A person who’d found you unresponsive in your car saved you from dying. You didn’t even get a name or seen a face. Call it divine intervention if you will.

Even experiencing near death wasn’t enough to stop you. You took Vicodin as if it were just one of your daily vitamins.

Your lifestyle was expensive, though. These drugs were eating away at your savings. Of course, this meant that you had to look for ways to fund your lifestyle but your sensitivity to touch wouldn’t allow you to go back to that life where you’d prostitute your body for money and drugs.

You put up a profile on this site for sugar daddies and babies to meet. You looked for ones in particular that didn’t want any sexual favors. You were fine with giving pictures, attention, praise but nothing as far as that. But men in this world always preferred sex. That’s all they ever fucking wanted. It made you angry. They all wanted to use you and your body then toss you to the side. Where the hell were the men that just wanted a friend to give money to?!

Then, you’re eyes landed on his profile. The perfect sucker: nerdy, slightly reserved, shy. He was just your type. He didn’t ask for sex all he wanted was an ear to be lended to him. Swiping right, you anticipated his response when the text ‘it’s a match’ pops up on your screen.

You’re giddy to know that you’ve gotten the match although a part of you thinks it was just some loser catfishing you.That was until you recieved a message from him. Your interest is peaked.

*Text Messages*

Hello! I’m absolutely elated that we’ve matched.

-Julian

Hi 👋 Yeah I’m happy, too. Especially since you’re so cute.

-Y/N

😅 I appreciate the compliment.

-Julian

So, is this your first time?

-Y/N

Yes, I don’t usually do this kind of thing. But I could use someone to talk to after a tragedy in my family. People would say a therapist is the way to go but if I’m going to pay for someone to listen to my problems, I might as well give it to someone I find pretty. In a way, I’m using my money to support someone who actually needs it.

-Julian

You rolled your eyes and gagged a little at that. He’s definitely not a smooth talker but this just confirms that he does not have much experience with girls. No way would he try to make a move on you.

I’m sorry about the tragedy you experienced. I lost someone in my family as a kid. My dad. I don’t remember him much though. Anyway, everyone copes their own way. Nothing’s wrong with how you chose to cope.

-Y/N

You wanted to come in for the close, guaranteed that in no way that you would be doing anything sexually with this man.

So what are you looking for? I know you’ve got it on your profile but I’d like to know the specifics

-Y/N

Just a mate to share my thoughts or ramblings with. That’s all really. No sex. I’m not very good at that stuff, anyway haha

-Julian

You stare at the message, a smile slowly creeping onto your face. He was just the guy you’ve been looking for in the past months.

I can be that for you.

Y/N

So that day, Julian planned for you both to meet the following day. When you met him in person, he was even better looking. Soft blue eyes, slick blonde, and beard that frame his face in way that somehow added to his soft features. When he smiled, you could tell it was genuine. It was bright and wide. You couldn’t believe how warm and safe you felt whenever he’s flash that 100 watt smile.

Twice a month, on either Fridays or Wednesdays, you’d visit his city and he’d invite you to his home. He’d rant about things you obviously didn’t care about. Historical facts, stories about his archeologist adventures, and even his time in CSI. Most days, though, you would talk through video chat or messaging but you would treasure the times when you got to see his face physically.

You hadn’t noticed it but over the 6 months your heart began to flutter whenever he’d get so excited to tell you something. He’s so happy when he speaks with you. So pure. All because he just wants to be himself without any judgment of his social skills.

Why did part of you wish to have the courage to touch him someday?

But there were times where he could be quite arrogant. He had a right to be, you guessed. He is incredibly smart, after all. He even made a name for himself without the help of his family’s wealth.

It was one evening, you were both sat on his couch when things began to take a turn in a way you would have never expected.

“I once despised meta-humans. They get powers and suddenly it’s list of big bads wanting to control the world. During the meta-human outbreak, i used to question, ‘Why? Why couldn’t it have been me to get remarkable abilities?” Julian takes a sip of his hard liquor. “If I were given powers, I’d save the world. I understand that power can get to some heads. But I know I’d be so much more different. I would stop bad things from happening.”

“When I was a little girl,” You began. “I wanted to be a hero. Then, life showed me otherwise. Sometimes…the world doesn’t understand the villains.” You clutched your knees to your chest, looking up at him defiantly.

“You don’t mean that. Sure, you’re angry at the world but that doesn’t mean you’d want to watch it burn.”

“But what if I did? This world’s the reason why my dad’s dead, why my boyfriend used me, why I’m a fucking addict.”

“I thought I recognized you from somewhere,” He sits up straighter, turning his body to face you front on. “You overdosed in your car one night. You were unresponsive. I took you to the hospital immediately, hoping you’d pull through. I’m sorry I hadn’t stayed with you that night. I just didn’t want to crowd you for your recovery.”

Your eyes remained wide, you were speechless. He was the reason you were alive. He thinks that you should thank him or something!

“I never asked to be saved.” You say through gritted teeth.

“Life is tough. I get it.”

“The hell you do,” You rejected. “Rich boy from England but somehow you understand what the fuck I’ve been through.”

“I lost my sister to illness. Maybe I don’t know all that you’ve went through but I’ve lost someone I’ve loved, too,” He says and you can tell he meant what he said.

“I’d do anything to see her again. I’ve had chances where I could’ve brought her back once again. Those chances meant dire consequences for everyone else. I had to learn to let go for the protection of our world. Sometimes love requires great sacrifices, great hurt, great trauma but that shouldn’t stop you from believing—” He places a hand on your knee in a moment of sincerity.

You quickly jump away and he immediately retreats his hand. “I do apologize.” He rushes to say.

“I have to go.” You gathered your things in a haste.

“I really didn’t mean to, Y/N,” He holds his hands up in surrender. “I respect your boundaries.”

“You don’t have to pay me for the night. I haven’t stayed the whole night so you’re off the hook. Goodnight.” You awkwardly bowed down, before walking out.

You made up your mind to relieve some stress driving to your dealer’s trap house with what little money you had, you brought a new drug he advertised to you.

“This right here will get you right. You snort it up and you’ll feel that high your looking for. Even the supers look for this. It’s called Supernova Spice.” Mickey says.

“I’m sold.” You say, examining the crystal blue powder in the little baggie.

“Yeah, just take it here. I don’t want you driving with that shit in your system. It’s your first time and I want you to be safe.”

You rolled your eyes. “I guess but you’ll have to line it up from me.” You smile and extended the ziplock bag to him.

He takes the power dumping it onto the table and making one big line for you and holds out the straw. You take the straw and just as you were about inhale it you look at him.

“You don’t wanna share the line, Mick?”

“Nah, I already had a line.”

You shrugged, snorting the substance. Soon as you did, Mickey began to caress your back. You froze, turning your gaze to him.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“You feeling anything yet.” His hand travels down your butt.

“Mick, y-you know that’s not okay. I know we’re friends but I’m not comfortable with those kind of touches.”

“You’ll love it.” He scoots over and tried to place a kiss on your neck. You push him away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“You’re gonna die if you don’t fuck me, bitch. Might as well give me some—”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

He doesn’t answer, jumping on top of you as you kicked and screamed. Then, you heard someone burst through the front door. Julian had found you, taking the disgusting assaulter and throwing him to the ground.

Mickey scrambles on the ground, trying to get up but ends up curling in a ball and groaning in pain. Julian ignores him, focusing his attention on comforting you.

“Are you okay?” He says, eyes as wide as saucers. He was really concerned for you.

“Yes.” You stand on your feet from the couch.

“Come with me. We’re getting you out of here.” He says.

You nod, following after him. The dealer calls out to you and you both turn to look at the pitiful man. “What about me? I’m gonna die. I took the Supernova Spice.”

“Supernova Spice?! The police will be on their way here anyway. They’ll get you the help you need. Y/N, we’re going.” Julian’s delivery is stern and you almost feel like you’ve seen some kind of dominant nature. So this was how he was like when in action. You shouldn’t have found that to be so enticing.

You get into his car and he immediately drives off, not saying a word to you, jaw clenched.

“How’d you know where to find me?” You say breaking the silence.

He doesn’t speak at first, keeping his eyes on the road. He’s angry.

“I said, ‘How’d you find me?’”

“I followed you. I figured you’d be making a trip to the dealers.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

“The man that just saved your life. Twice might I add,” He scoffs, glancing at you incredulously before donning a serious tone. “We need to get you to my lab. If what he gave you is actually Supernova Spice then you can be in serious trouble.”

“I’m not going anywhere further with you. Not until you pay me.”

“Pay you?! You were literally willing to spend all you had. I won’t allow you to continue this cycle of abuse on yourself.”

“You’re gonna fucking pay. You’ll pay for not letting me die and you’ll pay for wasting my time.”

“No.”

“Stop the car.” You demanded.

“I’m getting you to a lab.”

“I said, ‘Stop’.” You held your hands out in front of you.The car abruptly stops.

You look over to Julian who’s looking back at you, stunned. “H-how’d you do that?”

“Do what?” You asked, quietly.

“You said stop and the car won’t budge now.”

You look down your hands. You notice at the corner of you eyes, Julian went to reach for the walkie in his car only for the walkie to be practically dead.

“Y-you’re meta-human. How?”

“I don’t know. But I don’t care. Take me to back to Mickey’s place. I’m gonna kick his ass then take all his shit.”

“Y/N, you won’t do that.”

“I fucking will. I can do what I want now that I have powers. I will get my revenge. Just as I did with Dan.”

“Who’s Dan?”

“My first boyfriend. I’m sure I killed him. I never remembered how. Just blacked out then woke up and he was right in front of me, dead. No blood. No weapon. Doctors said he had a heart attack. But I dreamt that I was the one who stopped his heart. Now I know how. I didn’t recognize my power. My strength. Now I can hurt those who’ve hurt me. Starting with Mickey.”

“Power doesn’t equate strength.”

“Oh, yeah?” You challenge him, stretching out your hand and commanding your power. The car begins to rock back and forth violently.

“Just stop it!” He calls out.

You stop all movements, looking at him with a huge smirk on your face. “That takes strength to me. Drive.”

“I’m not taking you anywhere. I won’t participate in any form of criminal activity you wish to partake in. My friends know I should be heading over to the lab. They’ll come looking for me if they realize I’m missing. You’ll end up in prison.”

You swore your remembered he had some kind of affiliation with The Flash. He did work for the law enforcement so it wasn’t farfetched.

“I don’t think so,” You outstretched your hand to him and he flies out the driver’s seat onto the hard pavement of the empty street. He’s knocked out cold. “Goodbye, doctor.”

You hopped into the driver’s seat. Just you were about to speed off, you felt an overwhelming sensation coming over you. You were overheated, an aching throb between your legs. You groaned, knowing that the only person who could help you was this dork.

Finding a pair of handcuffs from his glove compartment, you latched them onto his wrists. Dragging him and hiking him up into the passenger’s seat. You entered the driver’s side, looking for a way to bring him back into consciousness but he’s already stirring awake.

He looks down at his wrists, eyes shifting to you. He seethes.

“What’s wrong with me?” You pant, the feeling was becoming unbearable. You squeeze your thighs together.

Julian notes your discomfort. Instead of assisting, he makes a tactless remark. “Like I’d help you. I’ve rescued a murderer. Twice. Christ, I’m shite at everything.” He dry laughs.

You feel yourself begin to feel faint, hyperventilating for air. He grows concerned for you understanding your symptoms had reached extreme levels of danger. Despite what Julian knows about you now, he couldn’t see himself letting you suffer.

“What’s happening to me?” You asked again, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Please.” You added.

He sighs. “You’ve ingested a highly potent dose of a drug known as Supernova Spice or …sex pollen. It raises your hormone levels at an alarming rate.”

“How can I stop this? It hurts so badly. I need…I need something.”

“If you let me, I can give you the directions to my lab. I can help you.”

“No, I won’t let you trick me. I’ll look for my own help. Give me your money,” You stretch your hand in his direction ready to attack again if he didn’t comply. “Now.”

“Obviously, I can’t reach it for it. It’s in my right pocket but you’ve cuffed me.”

You groan, understanding that this meant you’d have to touch him. You shivered at the thought. It’d been so long since you’d touched any man. 3 years exactly. You’d known Julian for 6 months but the thought of you touching him spooked you. You had to push that fear aside in a desperate attempt to leave before his reinforcements arrived.

Leaning over the console, you reach over to his right pocket. You were leaning over his lap. You can smell the scent of his cologne wafting passed your nostrils. The indirect touch of your fingertips scanning his clothed thigh for his pocket causing your stomach to tingle with want.

It’s dark. The only lighting being the streetlight you were parked under. You looked up at him. His eyes are dark and intense. The throbbing between your legs increases and your heart races. Instead of its mission to find the money, your hand grips his inner thigh hard. Right near the area you craved to have inside you.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, looking down at you confused. You ignored him crawling over and straddling him in his seat. At this point, Dr. Albert knew the drug had taken over your actions and soon you’d be in your final stages of the effects. Saving you this time would mean considering alternative options. A particular option he’d suggest, would worry him in how you’d take it. But Julian didn’t need to suggest anything because it seemed like you’ve already considered it.

You take his cuffed wrists, looping them around your body so that you were trapped in his embrace. You shivered once again at the touch of a man. A man whom you’ve desired for a while now too afraid to admit.

Now Julian is breathing hard, understanding where this would be going. He feels your lips ghosting over the sensitive flesh of his neck so exposed and vulnerable for you to bite. So you do. This earns a surprised moan from him. You smile against his neck. So, he liked pain.

Soon you were peppering soft kisses all over his neck. Your fingers entwined in his now messy hair. You didn’t recognize yourself. You’d gone feral, kissing, sucking, and biting at the flesh while grinding yourself on his lean thigh. Even with the barriers of your cotton underwear and his suit pants, he can feel your sopping wet core leaking through his khakis.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered in his ear between kisses. “I don’t know what’s come over me. My intention isn’t to force anything on you. But I just need you.” The last part came out as a whine.

Julian makes an attempt to speak but your lips soon cover his. You’re the opposite of your former self. A once touch sensitive girl, now all you craved was his touch.

You began to suck on his tongue, shifting your position so that now you could grind directly on his hard erection. He tastes like coffee. The kiss as addicting as the caffeine. Even closely addicting as drugs.

You’re deepening the kiss, desperate for more. Moaning and groaning, your sounds egged him on and he’d slowly lose his restraint.

The sounds of lip smacking and wet tongues wrestling fill the empty space of the car atmosphere. Putting his cuffed hands up and over again so that they were placed between your bodies, you brought them around your neck. You bite your lip at the feeling of his large, veiny hands squeezing around your delicate throat. If you weren’t so stubborn, you’d uncuff him and let him freely put his hands all over you. For now, though, you were glad relishing in this feeling. Was this what you were missing?

You suck his tongue back into your mouth, him groaning at the action. Julian didn’t know much of sex. He kept to himself, most of the time, and he’d been okay with it. Then, he met you and suddenly he began to question things but he knew it’d never happen between you. Now he’s eating his words. You were hungry for him and him only. He’s never had a woman aggressively begging to be fucked by him. But then again, she under the influence of the sex pollen something he had to remind himself of in order to pull away.

He almost felt bad when he saw the disappointed look on your face. “I know a way you can save yourself without us having to do anything. You can…masturbate. It won’t be much but it can help calm your stress levels before—”

“No,” You’re solemn with your words, whispering softly against his lips. “Please let me fuck you, Dr. Albert. If I don’t get to have you tonight…I’m not sure what I’d do.”

You had a ‘doctor’ kink. Interesting. Julian quickly shakes off this horny thought. “You don’t want me, Y/N. It’s only the drug. We can still get you some help.

“No help. Just you.” You popped the buttons of his shirt and they scatter all over the car. You also tear at the flimsy white undershirt. Then, you unlooped the tie around his neck. You needed to feel his naked chest on you. Placing wet kisses on him, his chest hair and the happy trial were doing wonders for you. It felt as if you need to feel every inch of him as possible to cure you of your pain.

You were scared at how vulnerable you allowed yourself to be. You’ve never recalled a moment where you were this affectionate with a partner. “I need your cock so bad.” You whine some more.

“Use me,” Julian says, giving in. He’s shocked by his own words. It was as if he’d received contact effects of the sex pollen. Just as horny and desperate for you as you are for. “Use me however you wish. I can’t say I’ll be any good but I can assist—”His words are cut when you began to blow on neck. He shivers.

Using his tie, you put it over his eyes. He’s frustrated at the idea that he’s not allowed to look or touch you but it quickly dissipates when he feels you sliding down his body. The clanking of his belt buckle and your heavy breaths fill the air.

You were on your knees in front of him, impatiently trying to free his large member from its restraints. When he’s freed, his cock slaps against his soft belly with a thud.

He was painfully hard and twitching in sight. The pink swelled tip of his dick leaking precum. You licked your lips at its beauty. You lick shyly at the tip earning a hiss from his lips.

A dangerous twinkle in your eye appears when you savor his taste. You were uncontrollable, wrapping your warm mouth around him; bobbing and sucking as if he were the world’s tastiest lollipop.

His moans are loud. He’s worried that should a cop pass by this road, they would for sure know what was going on. He can’t stop himself from raising his volume no matter how hard he’d bite his lip. The blindfolding only enhanced his pleasure. Not to mention he’s never had a girl go down on him. He’s always been the one to give never expecting in return.

All the built time of no sex would soon flood him. He was going to cum soon. You were relentless, sucking hard then softly. Then you’d swirl your tongue around the tip and occasionally scrape your teeth light on the base.

You gagged around him, playing with yourself with the matching the rhythm of his groans and your bobbing. Your moans sending vibrations to his dick. He throbbing against your tongue.

“Holy fuck! Mummy, I’m gonna cum.”

‘Mummy’. You loved the sound of that. His accent only adding more to your horniness. You wanted to ruin him for anyone else.

You couldn’t let him cum, though. That needed to be inside you. There will be plenty of times where you’ll allow him to cum in your mouth but something told you that he needed to cum deep within you.

You pulled away and he groans. You blow air on his chest letting him feel your breath tickling his skin. It was such a tease. You spit on his cock, jerking him in your hands before pulling down your panties and straddling him. Hiking up your skirt, you sink yourself on his hard length and the two of you let out a satisfying groan.

You began to bounce on his cock in a feverish frenzy. But in a desperate need to be close as possible, you resorted to grinding on Julian’s thick, curved cock instead. He thrusts up into you. All could do was feel the pressure of your walls constricting him deep inside you. You were so wet that you were positive you’ve stained his seats. The gushing wet noises emitting from your bodies causing more of your juices to flow.

“Fuck, you’re so bloody tight.” Julian says. His vocals are strained.

You uncuff and remove his blindfold in a hurry, still rocking into him. Instead of pushing you off, he wraps an arm around your waist, the other gripping your ass to guide you. You pull off your shirt and bra allowing your breasts to press against his chest. Your hardened peaks grazing against the hairy chest adding on to the pleasure.

The two of you are grinding hard to meet each other’s thrusts. You can feel the tip of his cock nudging against the soft spot inside you. You sink your teeth into his shoulders, one of your hands wrinkling his buttonless shirt in a fist, while the other scratched down his back.

“Fuck, you’ve got a big cock. You’re making me feel so good and full, daddy. Making me drip all over you.”

“I’ll cum if you keep talking like that.” He whines only to end up spilling inside you without warning.

You feel his hot spurts of cum, coating your walls. He’s whimpering as he clutches you close to him, orgasm so intense that tears pricked the corners of his eyes. It was so sudden, so unexpected. He’s embarrassed at the idea that he came so fast, looking up at you in shame. What he hadn’t known was…you actually found it hot.

“I’m sorry. I think I might’ve…,” He trails off, not wanting to meet your eyes. “It’s been a long time.”

You grind down on him again, your mouth returns onto his again as you do so. His soft length stirs awaken inside you again. Your hands tug at his hair. You’re kissing him so hard it felt as if his soul was being sucked from his body.

He’s sensitive from his release. A mix of pain and pleasure as you continue to rock onto his hard cock. You pull away from the kiss, breathing in each other’s air.

“It hurts.” He whimpers against your lips.

“You want me to stop, doctor?” Your hips moving in deep, shallow circles. Sloshing and squelching from your mixed juices louder than your moans. It was disgustingly hot.

“No.” His nails dig into the soft flesh on your ass.

Grinding so close against him, your clit rubs deliciously against his belly. You groan, sinking your nails into his sides to rut against him with added support.

You felt your orgasm slowly approaching. The aching you felt a while ago long replaced with a feeling of euphoria. You’re chasing your high, staring intensely into his eyes.

“I’m coming again.” He mewl, teary-eyed.

He hits hard against that button inside you and you see white, biting hard into his neck as you came. You were violently shaking, moan in repeated succession. A large puddle of wetness under you and all over him. You’ve squirted for the first time. Ever.

“Oh fuck!” He came deep inside you once again. The sticky white fluid dosing the fire that burned within you.

“Holy shit.” You whispered, still trembling as you rest your chin on his shoulder. You were breathing hard, reeling and processing everything.

He rubs at your back. You knew it was sweaty—you were both really sweaty—but he still managed to comfort you and you no longer felt the need to twitch in his touch even with the effects of the drug wearing off.

“This shouldn’t have happened.” He says softly through his light panting.

“I know,” You nuzzled in his neck. “You’ll turn me in. Won’t you?”

“I don’t think you killed your boyfriend.”

“But I did. I killed them all. All the men who’ve paid for my body, my boyfriend, and soon…Mickey.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

You pull off him already mourning the loss of him inside you. You’re back in the driver’s seat. You get dressed, sliding your underwear back on your body before his cum could leak down your legs. “Then, you’ll have to turn me in.”

“I can’t.” He says, avoiding your stare again and adjusting his pants and what’s left of his shirt.

“Why not?”

“Because I care for you, okay. I know we’ve only officially known each other for half a year but I just want to make sure you’re okay. I don’t think you’re evil. I think you’ve wanted to be rescued all along.”

“I’m not some damsel in distress.”

“You’re not. But everyone needs help. Even heroes. You were there for me. You listened to me when I felt as if I couldn’t live a life where I felt ignored.”

“Only because I was getting paid.”

“You didn’t care to take the money only during the times when you badly craved those drugs. I see that you wish to be good. That with the right connection, you could get better. You and I, need each other more than we’ve ever realized.”

“When you say that…it makes me believe you. Yet, I still have my doubts.”

“It’s okay, too, have issues trusting others,” His hand goes up in an attempt to touch your cheek, stopping himself when he remembered your preference for touch. You permit him, taking his hand and placing it on your cheek. “Put your trust in me. I can help you.”

You kissed his palm. “I…I can’t. I’m sorry.” You ran out of the car into the dark of the night, refusing to look back or you’d never leave his arms.

He’s stunned at your decision, unable to move. A whip of wind swarms around him. The Flash arriving. He’d just missed you. However, Julian missed you now and always.

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Just some Garou ramblings I wrote up while discussing why Garou is an anti-villain 💖💖

Garou is an anti villain. Basically the definition of it. An anti villain is defined as having "desired ends that are mostly good, but their means of getting there range from evil to undesirable"

That's all there is to it. He wanted to make a more just world but went about it in a bit of a demented way. He's a little bit fucked up, isn't he? But the ends were always good with Garou. He is a villain to the other characters in OPM minus Saitama, but to the audience he is always an anti-villain.

Garou did do a lot of malicious things, some we might even consider evil. I'm not a fan of MA arc ending so I'm mostly basing my analysis and discussion on the WC when it comes to the end of the arc but the manga for everything up to the surface fight.

Garou is definitely a bully to heroes, especially those that are weaker than him. It's very unpleasant to watch him smash Mumen Rider's face into the concrete. There's no denying that he is the antagonist and he does prevent good being done.

However, despite wanting to be a monster and rule over everyone and walking around with big dick energy and being a sexy cocky bastard, Garou also views himself as a victim which he also is. He's not a victim of the heroes he wants to destroy but he is a victim of bullying and discrimination himself. When he beats up heroes and wants to destroy them, it's to create a better world, in his head, for loser kids like Tareo and like he himself was.

This is why I love Garou and find him so fascinating because he's a complicated mix of victim and villain and it's all so enmeshed and entangled that it's hard to pull the threads apart a lot of the time.

I am angry at him for choosing such a twisted and violent path to achieve his noble if deluded goal but I love him because I can also see the very hurt and angry and insecure lonely young man underneath.

Even Psykos/Gyoro Gyoro says he has a pure heart, he absolutely struggles to give up his humanity. It feels with Garou that this violent path was almost chosen for him, inevitable with the amount of bullying and mockery he himself received.

Him lashing out, constantly wanting to throw hands and defeat 'heroes' which he sees as the embodiment of his childhood torment are his defense and coping mechanisms. He was a boy who never, until he met Bang, had anyone in his corner. He has no adults to protect him or stand up for him or love and nurture him. You have to understand he was a child that was left alone and ganged upon most of his childhood. It's not a surprise he chooses such extreme défenses.

He says to Tareo that no one will be there to save him. He has to get stronger by himself. Garou has never had anyone he could count on. The only way he feels he can survive in the world is by literally becoming the strongest. He can only count on himself and so he will make himself into something unbeatable.

I believe he demonstrates, unwittingly, a lot of kindness and empathy when he discusses how he's doing this to erase injustice in society, to erase bullying and prejudice. He wants kids like Tareo and kids like he once was to have a fair chance at life, something he doesn't feel he was given in my opinion.

Garou is full of anger, but to him it is righteous anger. He acts like a complete cunt towards the heroes, but in his head it's to better society for the downtrodden. He sees the heroes as the real villains and refuses to be their victim any longer like he was in primary school.

It's not clear cut and the complexity of his motivations, terrible methods and naturally empathetic personality make for a very messed up but also kind character.

Garou declares himself a villain to the heroes and inadvertently as a hero to the underdogs of society like Tareo. He just isn't quite aware of the second part even though the audience is.

Garou really is a victim of a self-fulfilling prophecy. He was told when he was a kid by everyone around him that he was bad in one way or another and that's what he ended up becoming. It's quite common for kids to internalise the image others have of them and that's very much what happened here.

I do kind of agree with that he imposed his ideals on the heroes, but at the end of the day it's because he had a noble idea of what a good hero should be and to him none of the existing heroes lived up to that knight in shining armour ideal and he didn't have enough confidence to embody it himself so that was really the only path left for him.

It's interesting because he's so fiercely independent and a lone wolf but he's also such a victim of circumstances...the juxtaposition is fascinating!

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