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umisabaku · 2 years
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Hi, so about the shifter au for Haikyuu, What's Dateko? What kind of animals is the iron wall?
Hahaha you know I'm not sure I ever came up with shifters for Dateko. I think at one point I thought bears, because bears are my go-to shifter animals for schools that specialize in Defense, apparently. But turtles would also be fitting, if not somewhat ironic for a sports team. =)
Thanks for asking, friend!
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mikki-does-simp · 6 months
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Words aren't worth shit. (Kuroiro Shihai x GN!reader)
surprise you guys, i came back from my grave for the kajillionth time! frankly, i'm slightly sick of interacting with almost of the MHA fandom, but my love for 1B seems to never ever waver, so i'll try my very best to stick to more longform fanfiction and post more-often so that the people who deserve it have actual content.
A/N: i wrote this in literally two adjacent blocks starting at 1AM and ending around 5 AM with a sleep from 4-4:30, so forgive any flow inconsistences or grammar/spelling mistakes because i say fuck the beta
edit: actually never mind next time i will appreciate a beta run more i left so many spaces that were just- *unfilled*
socially awkward kuroiro AND tactical manipulator kuroiro CAN co-exist, it just has to be written in a very specific way, though. despite that, with you, he feels like a cat covered in wet spaghetti, but like, in a good way.
Who the hell came up with the saying "a picture is worth a thousand words"? Or hell, who altered it to have it to relate an action? Kuroiro didn't really seem to convince himself of it, no matter how hard he tried. It wasn't like he was indifferent to works of art- after all, he considered himself a sort of artistic guy... but when it came to a flash, a picture in his mind, a memory- usually it only took up about thirteen words in his mind. He considered himself a writer. Dare he say a poet. He kept piles upon piles of journals of his writing, and where people could not suffice, pen and paper were his greatest confidants. As much as he liked pencils, pens were just- ironically more artistic; even if he had to scribble at the paper if he misspelled a word or accidentally placed the lettering way too close.
He clenched a few papers between his hands, skimming over the writing as he stood in wait for what might be a pinnacle moment of his life. There were too many mistakes in his mind- so many scribbles it seemed like a quarter of each page was just a section or a word, blacked out in ink. He sighed, inwardly admitting that staying up until two am in the morning writing this was a terrible idea it's not like the author is doing the EXACT same thing down to the hour, but he could just not wait. Thoughts seemed to be always running through his head at light speed, from dawn to dusk and in between his dreams like a sickness of his. This is when he started to pace around with the pages in his hand, having to really mentally prepare himself for what he set up on what seemed to be the first impromptu thought of his entire life so far.
Kuroiro had somehow deluded himself so hard that he decided that he was going to profess his feelings for you within the next moment. Or at the very least, his fond admiration for your pieces, large or small that create the entire puzzle. He had slipped a piece of plain notebook paper under your door, even; that's how casual he tried to seem about it, as it could mean a lot of different things under different connotations if you ask someone to meet you. It wasn't a fancy sort of greeting or letter like he would have spent countless hours imagining he would, but it would make due. His pen and paper were becoming restless in it's own right, sick of hearing the same thought in a different variant over and over and over again. He had decided to meet you about fifteen minutes before the dormitory curfew, as to both make it less inconvenient for you and to make sure he had an escape route if anything went wrong. Yet again, his mind seems to be in a race with everything around it, dreaming up every possibility. Every triumph, every pitfall. The churns in his stomach grew more intense as he began to doubt himself,
It didn't take too long for you to meet him, with the casually dressed notebook paper folded in one of your hands. You pocketed it, then closed the gap of distance between you and Kuroiro, standing in front of him with a curious look to the papers in his hand- and how he looked like how he was going to vomit up a hairball. It raised some eyebrows, sure; but you seemed to understand his nature- his mannerisms, his idiosyncrasies: you seemed to accept them as they were, with no complaints otherwise about who he was. Human. A breath of fresh air for a guy like him, really. He didn't even greet you properly for a moment, already seeming to clam up, enamored by your beauty. It took a couple seconds for him to actually remember why he brought the two of you here- but when he did, he slowly looked to the writing in front of him, starting to read it out. Unfortunately for you, it was incredibly difficult to decipher what he was actually saying- he used so many elusive synonyms that the average person wouldn't be familiar with in terms of linguistics, and he would often go back to read a part if he messed it up, or pause for a moment to try and figure out what he was trying to say himself. The more and more he talked, the more Kuroiro realized this the sole brainless idea he had in a very long time- at least in his book, so out of some sort of shame, he started getting quieter as he read. His posture crumpled up more than it was before, and he was mumbling so badly, that it was even hard for him to hear the words that were spewing out of his mouth as he tried to read back He dropped the small stack of papers, much to your confusion; then, much to his incredible embarrassment, he felt his legs start to buckle despite himself as he kneeled to the floor, covering his face with his hands and starting to mumble a little louder about how incredibly awkward this situation was and that you should just forget it ever happened. He couldn't anymore, everything seemed to catch up to him in his incredulity...
You kneeled down to the floor with him, starting to pick up the papers for him. His hand reflexively moved to instantly snatch the papers from you- to hide away and confide yet again in the caverns of pen and paper- but he stops himself, opting to ball his hand into a fist to do so as he starts on an attempt to quell his mild panicked breathing. He felt so... soppy. Dare he say even- pathetic in a way. It took a moment, but he eventually found the strength to look you in the eye, and they lock, the watercolor to his monochrome. You pick up the rest of the pages, and even if it is incredibly messy and out of order, you remember how he reached to grab them from you, and although it confused you on why he would do that, you respected him too much to pry; in a state where he was cracking on all sides of a sphere, where he looked so oddly vulnerable. If you weren't too preoccupied with being concerned about the way he was acting, it would have felt good, about how he seemed to trust you being within this state
"Hey..." you interjected, slowly starting to offer both your held papers; and your free outstretched hand over to Kuroiro, "Take the time you need. You'll find a way to say what you need to say... and I'll flag you down with signals so it won't- get lost within the waters."
You had sort of an idea what was happening- but you could ask for more context later, as Kuroiro seemed a little too nervewracked to answer your questions. He took the both of you off guard, as he shuffled a little closer, his own arms beginning to outstretch as he simply took your simple outstretched gesture to wrap his arms around you in a shakey but gentle embrace. In that very moment, he couldn't believe it but... no words could describe what he felt. He almost lost himself in trying to figure it out, but at the same time, you quelled the tide all the same as you held each-other there.
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theoffingmag · 9 months
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It’s for the nesting robins, she’d warble, picking at the hollow where the soft cord that once bound us used to be. Then she counted my toes and chirped me to sleep. Today, gathering bottles, baubles and boxes for the estate sale, wingbreeze and birdsong sweep sorrow to the street.
— Mikki Aronoff
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youngmassidehoe · 1 year
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When you hear that a book was terrible & you want to rewrite it from a different point of view but you don't want to read the book because you heard it sucked that badly
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galaxyraised · 2 years
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@soughtreasure​ sent a hail   ⇾   “ i love you. ” ( chris @ una )
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as much as she may try to hide or subdue it,  the smile that splits across una’s lips is unmistakable.  of course,  she realizes then that she really doesn’t need to hide it with chris,  does she?  the line between on-duty and off-duty has,  through necessity,  become somewhat blurred over the years.  it’s been rare that she’s allowed herself genuine friendships since surpassing the rank of lieutenant,  let alone anything resembling romantic but  —  with chris it’s entirely different.  he’s her captain,  yes,  but he’s so much more than that.  he’s her friend.  before this moment una may have stopped herself there,  but confirmation that anything she might’ve previously labelled as ‘unrequited pining’  (  despite any evidence to the contrary,  including action and word   )  is more than that is….  god,  it means more than she could express.
and that’s why she doesn’t hold back.  her smile is real,  genuine,  uninhibited as eyes lock with his.  a low chuckle precedes any actual words,  though those quickly follow,   “i  —  ”  it’s not often she’s speechless,  even when it’s just the two of them she’s typically quick with some sort of retort offered with the intention of changing the subject when she’s caught off-guard  (  not that she’ll admit that she’s ever actually left without some idea what to say  ).  “i love you too,  chris,”
@soughtreasure​ continued,   they  had  been  on  the  precipice  of  something  changing  in  their  relationship  for  a  long  time.  una  had  been  his  closest  friend,  his  confidant  when  things  had  gone  wrong,  his  number  one.  there  was  little  room  for  true  friendships  when  you  were  the  captain  of  a  starship,  but  thankfully  none  were  as  accommodating  of  his  company  than  her.  he  knew  what  was  in  her  heart  just  as  she  knew  what  laid  in  his.  it  was  what  made  them  an  extraordinary  duo.  it  was  also  what  gave  him  the  confidence  that  she  would  not  report  him  for  inappropriate  behavior.  it  didn’t  stop  the  racing  in  his  heart  as  they  ate  dinner  in  his  quarters,  his  own  comments  uncharacteristically  quiet  as  she  spoke  of  the   refits  to  the  warp  drive  the  upjohn  was  currently  working  on.  
i  love  you.  a  simple  three  words  for  anyone  else.  but  not  for  a  starfleet  captain  to  his  fellow  officer.  not  for  chris  to  una.  their  partnership,  one  rooted  in  trust,  was  something  he  had  always  relied  on.  more  than  he  was  willing  to  admit  sometimes.  he  feared  losing  it,  losing  her.  “  una….  “ he  hesitated,  looking  away  from  him  before  she  spoke  back  at  him.  “  i  don’t  know  when  it  changed,  or  if  it  was  always  like  this.  we’re  better  together.  you’re  my  number  one.  you’re  also  my  closest  companion.  i  don’t  know  what  i  would  do  without  you  here,  guiding  me.  “  
it’s  not  the  best  of  admissions  by  any  means,  but  his  hands  reach  out  to  take  one  of  hers. “  i’m  not  very  good  at  this. “
for someone who’s often considered herself to be somewhat emotionally stunted,  that’s all called into question now with the butterflies in her stomach.  interpreting the exact nature of their dinners has been a matter of some debate for una for quite a while.  is she merely a first officer filling in her captain on the goings on that might be too minute to show up on his radar?  is she a friend?  sharing laughs and misinterpreting the quiet moments with gentle glances and that look in his eyes as something less than they are?  evidently she has,  and quite frankly una’s not sure she’s ever been more relieved.
only christopher pike could take a moment as innocuous as her regaling him with the smallest details of a warp core refit and shape it so unexpectedly into something that leaves her breathless.  with his hands,  so warm and steady,  encasing one of hers,  una’s almost positive her heart skips a beat.  if there had been any doubt that either of them had been sincere in their soft declarations,  it’s entirely evaporated now.  chris’ words hold a new sort of reverence she’s unsure that anybody else might catch,  but she does.  sometimes she’s sure she knows him better than she knows herself.
smile lingers as she searches for words that might match his.  anything that might express how entirely she relishes his company,  and the true honor it is to serve under a captain so distinguished.  under a captain who’s so good a man   (   better,  inherently,  than most   ).   but words continue to uncharacteristically elude her, something she hopes to mask with a gentle laugh and the shake of her head.   “neither am i,”   not something she’d readily admit to anybody else in regard to…. anything,  but her trust in him is absolute  —  and una can feel the last of the defenses she’s so stubbornly maintained to protect herself slipping away.  he’s her captain.  he’s her friend   (   perhaps the only one she’s got,  aside from spock  ).   and now he’s….  well,  she’s not sure where they’re headed  —  something that would typically scare the shit out of her in any situation that wasn’t directly related to her job and duties held there  —  but she trusts they’ll navigate these waters easily enough.
“i haven’t let myself grow so close with anybody in a long time.  risking ambition and my career for anything that might get in the way never seemed worth it  —  attachments are the quickest way to find yourself hurt but….”   gaze drops briefly,  eyebrows lifting slightly as she looks back up,  a delighted laugh accompanying her words,   “with you none of that seems to matter. not really.  you’re a remarkable man,  chris.  it’s an honor to stand by your side.  it really is.  it’s….”   una hesitates,  noting the way her heart rate accelerates further.  she’s unsure of whether she’s premature in so solidly confirming her feelings  —  but this is chris.  fear of appearing truly and wholly human with everything that entails is nearly nonexistent with him.  with the quiet sentiment that follows,  she moves her free hand to rest atop one of his,  words are colored with a soft reverence she might’ve previously considered herself incapable of.   “it’s an honor to love you.”
his  life  had  been  ruled  by  enterprise.  it  was  a  mission  the  captain  took  very  seriously.  he  loved  his  job,  loved  his  ship,  loved  his  crew.  it  was  enough.  but  this,  the  uncharacteristically  quiet  una,  watching  him  with  a  smile  ??  it  was  EVERYTHING.  it  was  something  that  he  now  knew  he  would  bend  over  backwards  for.  she  was  so  good  at  hiding  her  emotions,  duty  taking  over  everything.  he  loved  that  about  her.  but  it  made  it  harder  to  distinguish  if  his  feelings  were  singular.  he  had  gone  through  hundreds  of  scenarios  in  his  head,  moments  where  he’d  tell  her  about  his  feelings  just  to  be  given  a  calculated  look  before  she  told  him  that  she  just  didn’t  feel  that  way.  it  ripped  him  in  half  just  to  think  about.  
but  here  she  was,  a  look  in  her  eye  that  told  him  more  than  he  could  ever  tell  from  her  words.  a  breath  is  taken,  lips staying  open  as  she  spoke. “  no  i-  “  he  hesitated,  trying  to  figure  out  exactly  how  to  convey  how  she  made  him  that  way,  how  she  inspired  the  kind  of  efficiency  & work  ethic  that  he  was  known  for.  he  couldn’t  comprehend  that  maybe  she  was  talking  about  something  different  than  that.  “  you  make  me  want  to  be  a  better  captain,  a  better  man.  i  wouldn’t  be  here  if  it  wasn’t  for  you,  una.  “  in  the  safety  of  their  privacy  her  first  name  slips  out.  another  honor,  to  be  one  of  the  people  trusted  to  use  it.  
chris  could,  under  great  reluctance,  say  that  becoming  captain  was  due  to  his  accomplishments.  but  the  kind  of  captain  he  became,  that  was  all  due  to  the  woman  in  front  of  him.  it  was  because  of  her  unmatched  faith  when  he  believed  he  was  going  to  fall.  she  caught  him  every  time.  brilliance,  a  fierce  determination, &  an  unmatched  ability  to  scare  the  living  hell  out  of  him  made  una  an  unparalleled  first  officer.  there  would  be  no  better.  when  she  got  the  ship  she  has  deserved  for  years,  he  would  feel  the  gaping  wound  forever. “  you  don’t  know  what  it  means  to  me  to  have  you  say  that.  i’ve  been  so…..  i  thought  you  knew  how  i  felt.  i  didn’t  think  it  was  a  secret. “  
he  would  catch  himself  sometimes,  when  they  were  in  deep  space  going  at  warp  speed,  with  his gaze  towards  her  turned  back.  spock  would  catch  him  during  particularly  boring  briefings  &  do  what  he  could  only  assume  was  the  vulcan  version  of  rolling  your  eyes  at  someone ( an  arched  brow  &  a  particularly  piercing  glance  before  he  continued  to  take  notes. )  a  thumb  stroking  against  her  knuckles,  he  looks  down  at  their  conjoined  hands,  face  red.  “ i  would  have  said  something  a  long  time  ago  had  i  known…..  “
starfleet had always felt like an easy choice,  hadn’t it?  sure,  like anyone else she’s had her moments of doubt   —   of wondering whether she’d taken the right path in her life   —   but in the end it always comes back to yes.  yes,  she’s where she should be.  her time on the enterprise genuinely feels like it’s the perfect culmination of everything she’s worked so hard toward.  all the times she’d put duty above everything   (   and everyone   )  else have led to a payoff that’s always felt entirely worth it.  until now she’d done a pretty spectacular job of convincing herself that it’s just been the work itself:  the fact that she’s the first officer on the enterprise.
now though?  hell, maybe chris has been more of a contributing factor than she’s let herself admit.  in a way that’s more than respect for her captain,  anyway.  una really does genuinely love this man,  and now that they’ve both admitted it aloud it’s….  it’s not quite so scary as she’d expected it to be.   i wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.   she sincerely doubts that,  christopher pike is an incredible captain,  officer,  and man in his own right   —   he doesn’t need any help.  there’s no doubt in her mind that that’s true.
“you’re too modest,”   in spite of the moment,  she can’t help but roll her eyes,   “you’re a wonderful captain and you’d be   —   ”   maybe she can’t take it too seriously,  a light laugh slipping through her lips,   “you’d be almost as good without me,  so i guess i can take some of the credit.”   a joke?  spock’s probably the only other soul aboard who’s seen her do much more than crack a smile let alone offer any sort of comment like that.   “to be entirely honest with you,  chris?  i’ve never been particularly gifted in the realm of feelings or trusting myself when it comes to non-objective….  personal interpretations of other people’s feelings.  work is one thing.  people are another.  but with you?  i trust myself with you.  no matter the subject.”
she can’t stop the smile on her lips,  and for the first time she can remember?  she doesn’t want it to stop.  not any time soon.  not right now.  una glances briefly at their hands,  heart skipping in her chest at even something so simple.  it’s almost embarrassing, but she doesn’t intend on voicing that so it’s something she can shove down easily enough.   “well,  i don’t think i really had allowed myself to even think about the idea until you said anything   —   and it feels so entirely right now that it’s out there,  but i spent so long ignoring my feelings and convincing myself they weren’t anything more than admiration that there’s no way you should’ve known,”
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ahundredtimesover · 3 months
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I Want You to Stay (Series Masterlist) | JJK
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Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels (What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim-inspired); angst, drama, fluff, smut
Series Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk that’s probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)
Word count: TBD
Status: Ongoing
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Series summary: Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
Inspiration: Stay by Mikky Ekko
A/N: Hiii I am BAAACK! 🫡 This story is finally seeing the light of day after 3 years. I feel a little rusty, especially this being my first new JK series in 1.5 years! But it's also been a bit rough getting back into writing (and in Tumblr) after so long and after the year that was, so there won't be a schedule for chapter releases and I'll probably be a lot slower than usual. I wasn't sure if I was gonna go back to writing but I realized that I've missed interacting with you guys and screaming about stories so I do hope you give this some love. Fair warning that it's a really slow burn and some scenes are reminiscent of k-dramas. There are also sensitive and triggering topics so please proceed with caution!
And lastly, my biggest love and deepest gratitude to @wonwoonlight who's been the sweetest and loveliest person to talk to about everything, including this story. 🫶🏼 I give her credit for her amazing photos of Seoul (check moodboard) and for being the playlist manager. Please send her love as well!💕
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Season 1 -> Playlist 🎶: on the way home
Episode 1 (wc: 12k)
Episode 2 (wc: 11.9k)
Episode 3 (wc: 14.8k)
Episode 4 (wc: 11.4k)
Episode 5 (wc: 14.8k)
Episode 6 (wc: 14.6k)
Episode 7 (wc: 15.4k)
Episode 8 (wc: 17.4k)
Episode 9 (wc: 18.4k)
Episode 10
Episode 11
Episode 12
Season 2 (??)
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flowers-that-sing · 11 months
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CHAPTER 15 IS FINALLY OUT
it kind of sucks! and its short! but . it's here at least!
so sorry for the delays </3 things have been crazy
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A Portal Mix-Up - Chapter 2: "Rein in my tongue"
When some young Seldnacs ask Sky to help find some volunteers for their potaling-practice, she quickly agrees - But the practice itself takes an unexpected turn...
POV: 3rd Person Warnings: None Word Count: 521 this chapter; 4655 total
Mikki had been so focused on his chat with a friendly tiger Seldnac that he almost missed the moment he was supposed to step through the portal. While he was no stranger to using portals, this time it felt different; he felt an odd pull just before he stepped out the other side, and while he could still walk normally, it felt as if it wasn’t quite his own body. A little like when he’d been a pup and had gone through growth spurts.
“Weird…” he heard someone mutter, which wouldn’t have been too out of the ordinary, if the voice hadn’t come out of his mouth!
“Weird indeed!”
Mikki felt his own body jump to the side, probably startled by his answer. “What the—”
“Language, my dear!” Mikki grinned and looked around; it seemed as if other Seldnacs had similar problems, arguing with their own bodies. “It seems like something went wrong with the portals. Do you have a name?”
“Seraph.”
The voice wasn’t quite Mikki’s, but it was the same regardless of who spoke. Mikki could feel Seraph’s apprehension, and could definitely sympathize; this was an unusual situation. “Beautiful name. I’m Mikki. You were probably helping with the portals, too?”
He felt his—their—body nod.
“Well, usually I chat before getting this close to someone,” Mikki said, and immediately felt Seraph’s annoyance. “All right, sorry, I’ll try to hold my tongue if I get an idea for a line like that again.”
“What do you think we should do now?”
“Good question.” One of the students tried explaining what was going on, but his voice was drowned out by the clamor of dozens of fused Seldnacs. “Seems like we’ll be stuck together for a while.” For a moment, he considered trying to convince Seraph to meet with Jamie, but how would he explain this… situation? Hopefully, the students would find a solution soon. He and Jamie hadn’t made new plans yet, but Mikki would hate if Jamie thought he’d lost interest; he wouldn’t be in town much longer, and Mikki wanted to at least say goodbye. “Do you have anyone who’ll wonder where you are?”
“Yeah, Kiyan,” Seraph answered.
Mikki’s ears perked up when he sensed the fondness Seraph felt for whoever ‘Kiyan’ was. “Well, then we shouldn’t lose any time,” he said, though his smile lasted only for a second; apparently, Seraph was not in the mood for smiling right now. “You lead the way.”
It felt very strange for Mikki to feel his body walk, without him doing the walking. Even weirder, though, was when Seraph jumped—and flew. Mikki’s breath caught in his lungs, though luckily Seraph was calm enough to keep breathing steadily after the first moment of surprise.
“Would you mind warning me next time?” Mikki said, though there was a slight chuckle in his voice. “Beautiful and full of surprises—Your Kiyan must be very lucky.”
Seraph didn’t answer, though Mikki once again felt her annoyance. He really should learn to rein in his tongue, or else the time until they got de-fused would feel very long for both of them. 
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detafo · 2 years
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Maybe I should start an RP blog again.
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hotyanderedaddies · 4 months
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Welcome! + Masterlist!
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I write Yandere stories involving big, possessive men who love it when their Darlings call them "Daddy". And although I prefer M/M stories, I will tend to write from a GN Reader POV to make it more inclusive.
The themes/shows I write for include:
Werewolves*** (Honestly, this will be a majority of my content haha)
Vampires
Assorted Creatures
Pokémon
Teen Wolf
Marvel (Mainly Captain American and Spiderman)
Generic Prompts
Some Anime (I have't seen a lot, but I am always down to expand my horizons!)
Oh, and because I suck at coming up with character names, 99% of the Yanderes will be named "Daddy".
Unless stated otherwise, the pics I use are From Bing.AI because I cannot draw to save my life! I understand that AI is a bit controversial, but in no way, shape, or form will I ever request monetary compensation for these imagines because I don't believe that people who use AI should get paid for it, for real.
Also, just so there's no confusion: AI creates the images, but I create the writing.
I hope you enjoy what I put out! And let's go have fun with some Yandere!Daddies!
Love, Mikki
The Masterlist:
Blake the Bully
The School Bully Loves You: Part 1 │ Part 2 │ Part 3
Blake Gives You a Valentine's Day Gift
When Blake Fell in Love with You
Demon
Yandere Sleep Paralysis Demon Visits You Nightly
Trying to Ignore a Yandere Demon Who Wants to Claim You
Drider
Yandere Drider Captures You in His Web
Naga
Yandere Naga Loves to Watch Ophidiophobic You
Nate the Nerd
Yandere Nerd Blackmails "Mean Girl" You into Being His
Vampire
Spending the Night With Your Yandere Vampire Boyfriend
Werewolf
Yandere Werewolf (Secretly) Walking You Home...
Yandere Werewolf Boyfriend Watches a Scary Movie with You
How to Tell if Your Boyfriend is a Werewolf
Yandere Werewolf Boyfriend Explains "Knotting" to You
Yandere Werewolf Boyfriend with a Playful Darling who Teases Him
Yandere Werewolf Daddy x Forced Fem M! Reader
Werewolf Daddy x Hunter! Reader
Yandere Werewolf Park Ranger Helps Search for "Lost" You
Yakuza
Yandere DaddyDom Yakuza With a Kawaii Darling (You)
General Possessive Daddies
Yandere Bad Boy Daddy x Hopeless Romantic Reader
Yandere Jock Wants Nerdy You... Badly
Yandere Pirate Boards Your Ship for His Treasure
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pablitogavii · 2 months
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Can you write something angsty and smuttywith Gavi, having a hard time because of the alc, thinking that reader will want to leave him because he’s no longer doing football but she reassures him ? Thanksss
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Some months after the injury, Pablo really got into a depressive state and the two of you broke up. He said he wasn't giving you what he deserve and wanted you to keep going without him.
Restless nights, tears and screaming followed as you begged him not to do all of this. You knew he loved you, but you also stopped recognizing this boy as your Pablo.
There was no more smile, laughs and positivity in his life. You understood what he was going through and wanted to stay besides him but when he asked you to leave, that's all you could do.
After three months, you were finally sleeping again and didn't cry at least once a day. You had to keep living and despite missing him more every day, you decided to give your dating life a chance again.
angel: can't wait to see you!
you: me too :)
After replying you looked through your wardrobe for an outfit internally thanking yourself for packing away Gavi's jerseys into a box so you don't see them. It was a hard day but it helped you be able to move on somehow.
You called Mikky to show her your options and she was currently on the call glad to see you finally smiling again.
"Is he a nice guy, or should I get the boys to fix him up for you???" she said and you smiled knowing he talked about players who were still your closest friends. They were all disappointed when they heard about the breakup.
"He's sweet. We don't know each other that well" you say putting on the jewelry feeling a lump in your throat wondering if you're making a big mistake. But then you reminded yourself that Pablo wanted you to leave ... and you had to move on.
"I'm glad you're in this place now girl, it warms my heart to see your smile again" she said and you smiled nodding your head and refocusing on getting ready for your date.
Meanwhile Frenkie, Pedri and Balde went to visit Pablo at home where he lived in complete chaos. His parents traveled back home for some work and he was in even worse state than before.
"Y/n's going on a date tonight ..." Frenkie said and everyone gave him a stern look. But he had something in mind ... he knew Pablo still loved you and he needed to snap out of all of it.
"Frenkie!" Pedri said and Pablo looked at him with terrified face
"He needs to hear the truth! You broke up with a love of your life who wanted to be there fore you! You're a fool Gavi!" Frenkie said and Pablo was gulping fighting back tears.
"This isn't helping him hermano ..." Balde said when pablo went to the bathroom not wanting to cry in front of the boys.
"This is the only thing that can help him" Frenkie said.
Meanwhile Pablo opened instagram only to find your new post ...it was true ...he messed it all up ...you're not his anymore.
y.n.bebe
Barcelona, Spain
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Date night 🍷
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mikkykiemeney: beautiful 😍
y.n.bebe: 💗💗💗
gavibaby: i can't get over that it's not with gavi 😨
pablitoo: she belongs with gaviiii😍
y.n.fanss: they are no longer together so respect her!
pedri: miss you hermanita!
y.n.bebe: miss you!!!
ansufati: we need to hang out soon!
y.n.bebe: yesss!!!
barcafans: everyone loves y/n!!!
y.n.bebe: siempre cule!
Pablo couldn't get comfortable to sleep that night. All he could think about is where you were, who you were with, and weather you were safe ... he just wanted you safe in his arms right now.
The whole dinner you were bored ...the guy was trying really hard ...but you couldn't help think of the first date you had with Gavi ...the way you looked at each other ...the butterflies in your stomach.
Just then the last thing you expected happened, your phone rang and you saw Pablo's message on the screen. You froze. His name on your screen was a nice memory.
pablitooo: please come over. i need you. it's important.
you: On my way
You excused yourself taking an Uber and giving them Pablo's address. You were so nervous praying that he was fine no matter what. The first thought is that he fell and got more hurt.
You knocked and Pablo slowly walked towards the door feeling sweaty and nervous. He was gonna see you first time since few months. He slowly opened reveling your worried eyes.
"Thank God you're fine" was all you said and he smiled remembering how panicked you used to be whenever he would get hurt especially since the surgery. He missed that.
"Please come in preciosa ..." Pablo said and you felt a shiver move down your spine, that nickname.
"Would you like coffee or tea? I still have your black tea." he said and you said it was fine because you didn't want him to stand on that leg knowing he must still be in pain.
"You look beautiful tonight ... and always" he said and you blushed. God why was Gavi flirting with you now. It drove you mad as usual.
"I had a date ..." you said seeing his eyes drop. It was hurting him but you wanted to see if he even cared anymore.
"I know ... Frenkie told me today" he said after gulping heavily
"Of course he did. What did you want?" you say trying to keep guard because after giving up on you he really did hurt you. It was obvious tho that he still and always will own your heart ... after all you were at his house now.
"I wanted to take you away from him. I couldn't handle it preciosa. I'm sorry." he said and you appreciated that he was honest. You knew it was the truth because you knew he still loved you too.
"You calling me preciosa ..." you say and he interrupted
"I'm sorry" he said quietly
"I missed it" you said and it was a grand surprise for him.
"I don't deserve you ..." he said turning around and you sigh getting up and walking to him sitting down on his lap making sure it's on his healthy leg.
"Are you pushing me away again Pablito ..." you say running your fingers through his hair and he looked up at you with tearful eyes.
"Besame ..." you whisper and he sighs staring at your lips longingly.
"I'm broken preciosa ... and broken people break others" he was crying now and you were caressing his face resting your forehead against his.
"I'm broken without you ..." you were crying too now and he held your face drying off your tears and finally done what he should have done the first moment he saw you again. His lips were dancing with yours as everything suddenly stopped and you were each others whole world.
"Be mine ...please be mine again" he was gasping into your mouth and you smiled nodding fast and continuing to kiss him repeatedly feeling hungry and desperate.
pablogavi
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Be mine?
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y.n.bebe: always yours 😍😍😍
gavi.y.n.fans: YES! YES! YES!
gavii: finally my heart is whole!!!
mikkykiemeney: OMG😍😍😍
y.n.bebe: hehehe🥺🥺🥺
frenkiedejong: finally hermano!
pablogavi: thank you hermano❤️❤️
pedri:❤️❤️❤️
alejandrobalde: parentsss
y.n.bebe: favorite son😂😂😂
ansufati: amigaaa mia i love you with my best friend!!!
y.n.bebe: love you amigooo!!!
y.n.bebe
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I belong with him 💗💗💗
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pablogavi: amorrr preciosa miaaa❤️❤️
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fras-redacted-shapes · 2 months
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Archiving these answer from this +10 years old AMA
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Q: Was the Dark Presence created by Thomas Zane? Sam: The Dark Presence has always been there. Thomas Zane has not.
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Q: Why is it an ocean, and not a lake? Sam: It’s bigger than a lake. The lake is just a hole to get to the ocean. It’s boundless, our world is just an island in that ocean.
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Q: If you could make Alan Wake 2, what would you do differently? Was there anything specific that you learned from Alan Wake 1? Sam: In this line of work, you never stop learning. Each project teaches you a lot. And I hope that each new one is better in some ways than the previous one. For AW2, there would definitely be less dark forests and more gameplay variety.
LESS DARK FORESTS HAHAHA
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Q: If you weren't working for Remedy, what studio could you see yourself being a part of? Sam: If you asked my colleague Mikki Rautalahti (an awesome writer), he'd say a dance studio. But the truth is, no studio probably, I'd be writing blogs like This House of Dreams, or novels. That's what I'll do when I retire.
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Q: My name is Joshua Lake… Would be sweet to be related to someone as awesome as you Sam: …daddy?
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mikki-does-simp · 2 years
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!mentions of vaguely implicit “intimacy” (can be left up to interpretation) and (consensual) biting + “you” style hcs under the cut, gender neutral as well!
also first post bc I’m suchhh a simp for honenukiii 😅✌️
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I MEAN LOOK AT HIM WAAAAA- maybe I’ll write sum quick abt it, just to indulge.
!WRITING UNDER THE CUT!
• you may not be able to “properly kiss” Honenuki without lips, but that does *not* stop this mf from showering you in small acts affection.
• whether it be just a little clack of his teeth to the back of your hand, or hugging you from behind and leaning his face into your shoulder, he loves being able to show affection through closeness and time spent together.
• Though, there is a balance with this; and if you ask, he won’t overstep your boundaries with this kind of affection.
• After all, there are many ways to say “I love you” that he believes are more romantic than the words himself.
• remembering something that you told him when you were first becoming friends, and idly bringing that in a conversation, “I love you.”
• keeping all the small trinkets that you hand him VERY safe and sound, no matter if it’s something really fancy or a small grey rock, “I love you.”
•Honestly he also probably wouldn’t stop you if you wanted to try kissing his face/teeth, he finds it endearing that you are willing to try anyways despite his mutation. Yes, it’s a little awkward; but no, he might not outright admit that without lots of prompting. He finds it too cute for that.
• also, we all know that is canon he loves massages, and it’s just the cutest thing ugh. If you’re giving the go head, he just loves to be able to sit down and spend time with you while studying your surfaces and edges, and just generally being close to you and being very happy with the fact he could relax you. And of course, the same goes with you giving massages to him, he is absolutely enamored by how relaxed he feels with you around and how much you are willing to put forth as much as he wants to.
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~ HCS GET A LITTLE MORE SUGGESTIVE HERE BUT NO EXPLICIT MENTIONS, but leave if you’re uncomfy with that! ~
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• though, on that topic; he tends to same the same way throught all times, even when getting quite ah;; “heated” with you.
• on his own, it is moderately rare for him to strongly want to experiment with you on his behalf, but for you; he is willing to try almost anything as long as you can confidently say it will be safe for the two of you.
• it honestly doesn’t matter how it starts, whether as a teasing remark or something more serious, but he never would have thought that he would have enjoyed sinking his teeth into your skin, much less to this extent; despite his lack of lips. he doesn’t bite hard enough to break the skin to make it bleed, and usually, he ends up pressing his tongue against the area he bit with you if there is a particular flinch or a soft whine of pain.
• if you allow him, he would also give you hickeys, but it’s a a little harder to get a latch on the skin more comfortably with his mutation and get a solid motion to be able to make one.
• it’s not exactly a sort of power rush, but he definitely is into the fact that you trust him enough to do it time and time again, and he wouldn’t mind getting a couple marks himself, though he is a little bit squeamish on making it deliberately visible without coverage.
• He’s holding onto you with fevor, soft panting and sighs like an idle musical statement as you hold each-other quite close, and Honenuki raises his hand from the hold on your waist to trail up your chest and then along your shoulder and neck, almost in a silent plead. You oblige, and you feel him lean in to the crook of your neck yet even closer as his breath is hot and heavy, trailing small love bites around your collarbone and neck hhhh
• he gets a little embarrassed if he notices he went a little overboard too late, biting and leaving marks just a little too far up the neck, or if you are one to wear shorts or a higher length skirt, just a little too far up your thighs.
• He just loves you what can I say 😮‍💨✌️
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jobesbabe · 1 month
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Matchday feels / Pablo Gavi
warnings- none, just fluff!
summary- after losing a game, pablo is thankful he still has you to hold the whole time.
a/n- hi im lina! this is my first time writing a one shot so please be kind and repost/ give me some feedback if you’ve enjoyed
ps- match spoken about is really made up, some parts true but mostly my creation so dont be like, “thats not how it happened!”
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You had met Pablo when you were early on in uni. As uni student scrambling around place to place with messy hair and loungewear on, you had never expected to meet the Pablo Gavi. But you had, and he was smitten. He was grabbing the team’s coffee orders from a local café (as commanded to by pedri) when he accidentally picked up the lid of Ferran’s iced caramel macchiato haphazardly sloshing the contents of it onto a girl studying on her computer. That girl was you. You had been soaked, he instantly pulled off his hoodie, offering it to you, his undershirt coming up a bit in the process causing your eyes to linger. You took it and explained to him it wasn’t a problem and just an honest mistake. The rest was history.
Today, you were going to another one of his matches, and you knew it would be hard. It was El Clásico, and you didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but Real Madrid had been shaping themselves up to quite a team. You wished Pablo good luck by shooting him a quick text with a few hearts. You had told him you wouldn’t be able to make it to this game because of some exams for your major. You hadn’t told him when the exam got cancelled due to your professor landing tickets to El Clásico himself . You wanted to support him and surprise him and thought of no better way than putting on his jersey and tying your hair back in the loose braid he loved so much. You knew just him seeing you would motivate him for the game more. after Finishing up your hair, you laced up your nike blazers and tucked in his too big jersey a bit. You were ready for the game.
You arrived at Camp Nou a half hour before kick off. It was chilly, but nothing a barcelona scarf couldn’t fix. As you made your way up to your seat, you saw the other wags mingling among each other. As soon as Mikky saw you, she stopped her conversation and squealed. You two had been instant best friends, just those people you know click. She wrapped you in a tight hug before talking.
“you told me you couldn’t come today!” she exclaimed.
“Professors a fan, He got tickets, class was cancelled!” you explained
she smiled with a knowing look, and wrapped her arm around you. You two looked iconic and you knew it.
Soon enough, the match started, excitement erupting from all over the stands. You were holding your breath, hoping, praying Barcelona would take home the win.
After taking an early lead, Real Madrid looked comfortable. Jude Bellingham had managed to get a goal in through the incredible wall that was ter Stegen. Mikky and you sighed deeply and yelled for your boys. After a missed shot by Vini Jr, ter Stegen made an incredible pass to Frenkie, who bolted up the field like a gazelle. He looked quick, saw Gavi open and passed him the ball in a brilliant cross. Gavi saw his opportunity and shot in the left corner of the goal, all the way in the back of the net. You and Mikky gripped each other and cheered as Frenkie and Gavi celebrated. Frenkie pointed up to you and Mikky while talking to Pablo and you saw his face light up. You were his cheerleader, always cheering for your darling boy. He made a heart and pointed up at you, his smile huge now. You were sure that tonight Gavi would be eager to tell you and everyone else all about that goal and how he saw you up there.
as the first half rushed by, nobody else scored. The referee blew the whistle for halftime and the whole team was ecstatic. They were tied, but Gavi’s goal had given them hope.
As the boys poured out of the tunnel ready for kickoff of the second half, you noticed gavi take a seat on the bench. ‘nooo!’ you wanted to scream, but you knew Xavi knew better and had a bigger plan.
But no, as the minutes ticked by, no plan came. Defense was getting tired and offense was lacking opportunities. Real madrid was definitely taking advantage of this rushing not one, not two, but three goals into the back of the net. You sighed. Watching Gavi fidget on the bench didnt help you, and you doubted Mikky felt any ounce better with Frenkie being benched a few minutes ago either.
As the referee blew his final whistle, you sighed. A 4-1 loss was heavy. Especially for Barcelona. Mikky and you waited patiently for your respective boyfriends before saying goodbye. The ride home with Pablo wasn’t unpleasant. He held your hand and you two often felt comfort in the silence. You wanted to offer comfort and tell him he played amazing. You knew that would only make him feel worse. You opened the door to his apartment and he stepped inside with you.
“Pablito,” you start, and are engulfed by a quietly breathing Pablo who rocks back and forth like that with you for a few minutes.
You nod, understanding the need for silence and comfort and continue the long tight hug. You tilt your head up to leave a few kisses on his neck and jawline. He meets your lips in a long passionate one. Once you pull away, he wraps you up in his arms again.
“Thank You,” He mumbles against your forehead before kissing it briefly. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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ahh thats it! i hope you like it! comment, repost like, follow, etc! idk but love you all!
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nanaminokanojo · 1 month
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THAWING ICE QUEEN (part 79)
–one night of fooling around with the annoying campus king gojo satoru (he thinks so), turns into...well, something else more long term
CHARACTERS: gojo satoru x you | geto suguru | jjk characters
GENRE: college au | smut | smau | smau + prose | everything in between | ons | fubus to lovers | aged-up characters | idk where this is going
⚠️ TW/CW: strong/mature language | 🔞 | mentions of alcohol, smoking, etc. | this has narrations | god-awful pet names | will add more if something arises
MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX
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A/N: Sorry for taking too long to post and for the short update. I didn't really get a chance to write, and work is getting in the way of my fan girl life lol Anyway, I'm leaving y'all with this very short update and then I'll start with groveling haha
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ira-hydrangea · 1 year
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Replaced Au? Not really.... Final Part
That night, Eva disappear. The only one that knows what happened to her is only a few students.
Mc cure has been healed and now they try to heal after that terrible illness while also learning about magic.
No one talks about Eva and Mc is too busy trying magic and getting fascinated by their power. The boys watched in the background with a fond smile.
"You know... I never see Eva again. Where did she go?" Mc, asks suddenly. The first-year group stay silent before they look at Mc in confusion.
"Eva? Who is that?"
"Eh? you know that another magicless student beside me? You guys are the ones that introduced her to me." Mc explains while looking equally confused.
Deuce smiled awkwardly, "Um... We never accepted any new student."
"Yep. Besides, who wants to transfer in the middle of the semester?" ask Epel.
Ace smirk at Mc, "perhaps that long sleep really messed with your memory, Mc~. Did you need to go back to sleep to retrieve the memory?"
Mc pout before huffing, "...maybe. Ah! Just forget it."
"I once heard that anyone tends to confuse reality and dreams after a long illness. Maybe we should get you checked with Malleus or Lilia just to make sure." said Jack.
Mc then agree and followed them to get checked with Malleus. After that, they try to ask others and the answer they got is the same as their first-year group. So they decide to drop it and just accept that they just dreaming about that Eva person.
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A mysterious girl starts to wander around aimlessly in some town. When she got evacuated and get questioned, she can't even remember anything. And the only thing, she mumbles is the loss of heart. The investigation team tried to discover anything about the girl but there not a single piece of data appeared. No one knows her identity and her case created so much conspiracy.
The close piece of information they can closely match is the lost girl file that come 100 years ago. While their characteristics match each other, there is no way the lost girl can survive that long without aging. And so, the case is deemed as Unsolved Case.
The girl then gets put in so kind of mental institution for further investigation and observation while the police try everything they could to figure out her identity and what happen to her.
The end.
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Okay. This series has finally finished. It's short, I know. But I didn't want to make a long fiction about this one or I can easily lose interest 😅.
I like to say that the 'rest of the story can be imagined later.' You guys can send a brain rot about this chapter and I can answer them while enjoying my holiday trip. Just don't expect me to answer it every day.
I will continue the event later after the new year. Thank you so much for you that have requested it. Now I'm officially closing the event for 1.100 followers!
I see you guys in the next piece of writing. Byee~
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