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estrellami-1 · 4 months
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If I Should Stay
…I’m sorry. Not really. Also quick housekeeping: I will not be online pretty much at all for a month starting Dec. 15th. I don’t know how long this fic is gonna be; I’m currently writing part 41 (which is insane, how are any of y’all still here, I’m in love with y’all) and don’t have much time to write currently, and won’t have any time to write during the month I’m off. Hopefully this wraps up before I leave so it’s all a moot point, but I wanted to let y’all know early, just in case it does affect the posting schedule.
Part 1 | . . . | Part 36 | Part 37 | Part 38
“Oh, poor baby,” Eddie teases, absolutely delighting in the blush that pops up on Steve’s cheeks. “Is your best friend being mean to you?”
There’s a sparkle in Steve’s eye and a tilt to his lips that he can’t hide, even as he pouts and nods when he faces Eddie. “The meanest.” His gaze travels to his bowl, and his eyes suddenly narrow.
“I didn’t touch it,” Eddie swears. “Not after Allison warned me off.”
Steve sighs happily. “Knew you were good for something,” he tells his sister, moving to press a chaste kiss to Eddie’s lips before hip-bumping Allison as he grabs his bowl.
Allison squawks. “Excuse you, I made that food, you ungrateful brat!”
Just then Dustin barges in. “I heard food,” he says, making a beeline for Steve and his bowl. “Ooh, this looks good!” He helps himself to a taste, and Eddie and Allison watch with thinly-veiled amusement as Steve resigns himself to looking up, praying for death; whether for himself or for Dustin, no one could say.
“Dustin Clarence Henderson,” he starts, only to be immediately swamped by noise.
“Who told you that?” Dustin shrieks.
“You did, genius,” Steve retorts, pointing at himself. “Future, remember?”
At the same time, Eddie makes a funny little squeak noise. “His middle name is Clarence?”
“Shut up!” Dustin shrieks, resorting to swatting at Eddie’s arm.
“Ow, you little psycho, get off me! Steve! Steve, a small child is attacking me!”
Meanwhile, Allison is laughing hysterically. “Now I know why Robin kept calling you their mom!”
Steve spins around to stare at Allison, betrayed, only to have his bowl snatched from his hands by Dustin. “Payment for full-naming me,” Dustin says, mouth already full.
Steve groans, wipes a hand down his face, and intones, “I hate all of you.”
“Lies,” Allison says happily, “Lies and slander, you love us and can’t imagine your life without us.”
Steve flips her off.
Eddie grins at Alli, eyes sparking. “I like you.”
Dustin looks between them, lip curling. “Ew, dude, she’s way too old for you.”
Eddie and Allison look at each other before bursting out laughing.
“That’s not what I mean,” Eddie assures Dustin. “Trust me, I do not want to date her.”
Dustin narrows his eyes. “That’s… correct, but it sounds rude.”
Allison laughs again. “Don’t worry, kiddo, I know what he means, and I wouldn’t want to date him, either.”
Dustin narrows his eyes at Allison, then shrugs and turns to Steve. “Okay. What’re we gonna do about Dart?”
Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Well, he helped last time.” He winces. “Just, uh, keep him away from your cat.”
“Okay, but I can’t keep hiding him in my closet, dude.”
“I don’t know what to tell you, dude, it worked fine enough last time.” Steve sets his hands on his hips and stares at Dustin.
He huffs and spins on his heel, walking out of the room. “Whatever! Guess I’ll just keep him, then!”
A beat passes before Eddie looks at Steve. “It’s his tone, right?”
Steve starts laughing. “You say the exact same thing three years in the future.”
Eddie grins back at him, and Allison sighs.
Steve looks at her. “What?”
She shrugs. “Nothing, just. You two are cute. It’s fun to see relationships just starting out, y’know?”
Steve snorts. “Romantic.”
Allison raises a brow. “Like you aren’t?”
“…Touché,” Steve finally says.
Eddie grins. “Personally, I like seeing this sibling dynamic.”
Allison cocked her head. “Your uncle never had kids?”
Eddie shrugs. “I don’t think he dated much, t’be honest. And then I came along, and how’re you supposed to explain that to a date, right? So I think he just… stopped.”
Allison nods, impressed. “It takes a special kind of person to do that.”
“Yeah,” Eddie says, grinning. “He’s kinda the best.”
“I bet,” Allison says warmly.
“Steve,” Dustin calls, “how d’you work the TV remote?”
“The little shit,” Steve mutters again, walking out to help to the sound of Eddie and Allison laughing.
He sticks out in the living room for a few minutes, showing Dustin the remote and helping him pick a channel, before Eddie’s voice catches his attention. “Uh… Steve? Steve!”
He sounds worried, so Steve hurries back in. “What’s wrong?”
Eddie points wordlessly at Allison, who’s sitting still, eyes pointed at something off in the distance. As they watch, her eyes begin to roll back in her head. “No,” Steve whispers, then louder. “No! Allison!” He runs to her, taps her on the cheek, shakes her shoulders, does whatever he can think, but nothing works. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says, looking around with wild eyes.
“Eddie,” he gasps, running back to the phone. “Robin- I need-”
“My number?” Eddie confirms, reciting it when Steve nods.
He waits impatiently for the phone to connect. “Hi, Mr. Wayne,” he says as politely as he can manage, though he knows his voice is thin. “Can I speak to Robin, please?” One more pause, then his voice breaks when he says, “Robin? It’s Alli. He’s got her.” He swallows, takes a breath, and says in a voice barely above a whisper, “Vecna’s got my sister.”
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sassylovermongerbear · 5 months
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Imagine Natasha coming back from a mission early. She's exhausted and want nothing more than lay in bed with her girlfriend.
She walks into the kitchen to found Wanda cooking and dancing with music playing from her phone. She hasn't see Nat arrive and keep on dancing and singing to herself.
The spy stays put and watch her with a huge smile on her face from how adorable the girl is until she can't take it anymore and need to be closer. So she starts making her way toward the witch and wraps her arms around her.
Except Wanda didn't heard her approach because 1) the music is really loud and 2) Nat has been train her entire life to be a spy she never make a sound when she move around, without realising it, it's just natural to her. So lost in her own little word, the witch got scared from the arms reaching for her react on instinct, having spend so much time training with Nat, she became a lot better at hand tot hand combat over the years. She grips the arm and flip the person over so they land on their back and prepare herself to attack. Her eyes wide in surprise when she recognise her girlfriend laying on the floor too stunned to do or say anything.
Wanda stays frozen for a second or two before she turns the music off with her power and get down on her knee next to the spy and start apologizing over and over again. Oh my god are you okay ? I'm so so sorry deka! Did I hurt you ? All while Nat stay down trying to process what just happened.
After a moment Nat finally came back to reality and just looks at Wanda before bursting out laughing. It's Wanda's turn to be frozen, to stun to speak cause she never saw Natasha laugh like this. Sure she already saw her laugh in the past but the redhead is more of amused smirk or light chuckle kind of girl. But this is nothing like it. This is a loud, hysterical kind of laugh that brings tears to the spy's eyes.
Soon enough Wanda joins in the laughter. The ridicul of the situation making it impossible not to join. Both laughing with tears in their eyes.
When they finally calm down Wanda help Nat up and immediately hugs her. She apologize again but Nat just keep smiling and told her that she would only accept apologies in the form of a lot of kisses and cuddles. That brought an other smile from Wanda who easily agree. She finish the food and takes two plates with them to eat in their room, leaving the rest for the others, and they spend the rest of the day in bed together cuddling, kissing and laughing.
Nat realize, as Wanda trow her head back laughing at something she said, that the witch was truly magical. Not because she could move things with her mind, hear people thought or even fly, but because everytime she's with her the redhead forgot about everything else. She doesn't think about her past, the people she'd hurt or the mistakes she made. She doesn't even think about the mission she went on a few hours earlier nor the exhaustion of her arching body. All she can think about is how much she loves Wanda, how happy and free the little witch makes her feel. She's the love of Nat's life and she decide right then and there that she would marry her.
As the spy listen to Wanda's story about how Clint got stuck into the vent again while she was away, she starts planing how she would propose and decide to go ring shopping the very next day.
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erii-ya · 2 months
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‘If it’s you….’ Part 2
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Killer x FemReader
Part 1
Content Warning: Violence, mentions of blood, bloodshed, death, void of emotions, killing
WC: 1,149
A/N: One Piece is the beautiful creation of the genius Eiichiro Oda-sensei. It has heavy *spoilers* for the Wano Arc since the context revolves around Udon Prison. Please remember that the flow of the story is just a fantasy in my head, and English is not my mother tongue.
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Hitokiri Kamazo, a criminal who worked under Orochi, assassinates people the Shogun deems punishable. His wanted posters were everywhere, especially at the Flower Capital. People were made aware to take extra caution at night when he’s lurking around any corner—a ruthless killer who finds joy in bloodshed. At least, that’s what the rumors said. Little did you know that the criminal would turn out to be someone you know. A person dear to you. Your thing of obsession.
Killer wails while laughing hysterically. He didn’t answer Kid, but tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. You’re even sure you saw him peek in your direction, but it happened too fast you couldn’t catch his gaze.
“What?! He’s the guy with the mask that was always with Jaggy?!” Luffy exclaimed. Oh yeah, you’re with your captain. You got so invested in what’s happening that you forgot your current situation.
Old man Hyogoro moved closer to you and Luffy, “You know him?” he asked no one in particular. Without skipping a beat, you said, “Yeah.” glancing over to the old man. “As you may already know, the redhead is also a captain of another pirate crew like Luffy, and the blonde guy…” musing back to Killer, “is his vice-captain.” You choked a bit on the last part. It felt like your throat ran dry. To be honest, a looming headache grows by the minute the longer you watch. You’re too confused, in rage, and keeping these intense emotions at bay is torturing you. It makes you wonder how you can still stay calm and collected when all the fibers in your body are screaming murder.
“Jaggy possibly tried to save him and their crew,” Luffy concluded. ‘Well, obviously.’
Eustass Kid may be known as a vicious pirate, but he’s a compassionate captain to his crew. Not that you’ll see it in public, but you’re one of those people who knew, if not the only one. Kid will do anything to protect his people, especially since his crew was with him in his highs and lows.
Hyogoro shakes his head sympathetically. “How cruel.” he started. “He was forced to eat the SMILE fruit that takes away one’s emotions. Only to be given a mask of laughter that can never be taken off.”
After hearing that, you swiftly turn towards him. “…the hell do you mean?! What – What Smile fruit?! What is this ‘being devoid of emotion’ thing about?! Explain!!” With an intent look in your eyes, you literally growled at the old man.
A sudden silence filled the air, and you weren’t even aware. Everyone in the area who heard your outburst is now looking in your direction. Your reaction made the old man so taken aback that he was speechless. Probably because he wasn’t expecting you to react that way. You grab onto his shoulder, practically shaking him too hard while you insist he answer you. Even Eustass Kid and Killer, who made a scene a while ago, focused their eyes on your direction.
Standing tall in front of your group, Queen decided to intervene and answer you instead. “Let me do the honors for you, boy.” smiling devilishly. “SMILEs are artificially made devil fruits. It intends to grant the consumer the power of animal transformation, much like a Zoan-type Devil Fruit.”
‘Artificially made devil fruit? That was possible?’ you thought.
Still, he continued, “However, the success rate of achieving the desired outcome of gaining animal powers after consuming SMILE is only 10%, thus considering those who successfully did as ‘Gifters.’ The other 90% who ate a dud…” Queen points at Killer as though to make his point.
“I mean, it’s not that bad, yeah? He may not gain any powers, but he gained an everlasting HAPPINESS!” as if to add salt to injury, roaring with mocking laughter.
All the other beast pirates guffawed at the remark.
You remembered what you saw on the light-scroll snail earlier about the citizens who laughed at the person who was executed. “So you mean to say those people laughing at the dead earlier was…” you spoke, waiting for him to say the obvious.
“Uh-huh, they ate a dud, too. Orochi probably did it; how he did it is beyond me, as if I care.” It wasn’t apparent before, so you thought poorly about the citizens, who also turned out to be victims.
Now it’s all clear...
....and that was your last straw.
Forcing people to eat a defective devil fruit, voiding them with emotions but constant joy, and capturing innocent people for them to do hard labor in this prison. You thought you already saw the unthinkable.
In Punk Hazard~
In Dressrosa~
But it seems evil exists in any other country. Not only is it constant, but the level of evil only escalates from one country to another. The longer you and your crew journeyed, the more you realized how revolting the world is.
You had your share of a dark past, and your soul may be frying up good in hell, but at least you don’t pretend to be good.
The emotions you struggled to constrain are now raging more than ever.
Hands shaking, you clenched your fists.
Resisting is futile, and you know that.
Now, all you see is red, and you’re already raring to go.
You took a deep breath, exhaled sharply, and then snorted, followed by a boisterous laugh. You laughed so hard you’re tearing while clenching your tummy. Queen and his men were stunned at your action.
On the other hand, Luffy…
“No good. No good. No good.” He hurriedly reached out to grab you, "Y/N!!" but it was too late.
Your right fist jabbed Queen’s stomach, sending him flying to the other end of the arena, dragging some of his men who were caught on impact. The next thing happened after another, and most of the beast pirates went down one by one.
Blood splattered all over the place as you go on a rampage. Blinded by rage, you walk the path of destruction. With everything you’ve learned and heard, you let your emotions get the best of you.
Luckily, Luffy quickly evacuated the prisoners. He was wary that this might happen after you discover Kamazo's true identity and what had happened to him.
In fact, he felt the same way as you, though not as intense to the point of killing. But that was a part of who you are that Luffy accepted with open arms. Your captain is not one to judge people; he also knows how deeply you care about Killer.
In reality, it’s not only because you care about him but because your deep affection towards the man becomes an obsession.
No one messes with your Milý and gets away with it.
Alive.
You swear, in the name of all things holy and on your damned soul, you’ll make sure to sweep this place clean.
Colored in red.
Continued in Part 3...
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*me getting back on my soapbox* @fandomnerd101 part 2 of my little thoughts about weird guys!
(warning: talk about the nest under the read more)
so, jeremy. first, see here for stick-ball's wonderful thoughts on jeremy, which inspired my take. second, jeremy's not 'happy-go-lucky' sunshine. no-one is! there is no-one in the world who is happy all the time, emotions don't work like that! i think jeremy is that kinda guy who everyone thinks of as doing well but is really like 2 steps away from falling into a mental breakdown. he only became captain like the year before i think? and once he became captain any kind of complaining, jealousy, anger, any feelings towards others that weren't happiness got locked down. (i honestly think him and jean actually get into a lot of fights until they get used to each others' quirks but this isn't about my jerejean thoughts). jeremy puts a lot of pressure on himself to be perfect, and it's a good thing he plays exy so he can work out some of the stress he's under, but he's also on the only team that has never gotten a red card so. i honestly think he should get to punch someone, for the catharsis.
no-one's really sure how andrew's drugs work, but baseline, they force him to be manic. throughout the first two books, andrew's grin is like an ever-present friend when he's on the drugs. however, the only times i can recall him laughing are after pig higgins phone call, and drake. therefore, hysterical laughter=stress response. also, this is a little bit of projection, and i think it would fuck him up if he started laughing as a stress response post-drugs.
nathan wesninski, the right-hand man of kengo moriyama, decided to have a kid, despite the fact he would've been very aware that having a kid was against yakuza rules. why? because he wants a legacy. he wants the butcher to live immortal, no matter who's the butcher. i imagine he argued his case to kengo, but when nathaniel didn't want to be the next butcher, he wasn't allowed to keep him anymore. (which, he didn't want to keep any kid around if they weren't going to be the next butcher. he'd probably kill them and just make a new one, even if kengo hadn't ordered him to.) he's not father material at all, but he is mentor material.
"Lola's business partner of choice was her brother Romero, and where Romero went Jackson was never far behind." - TKM, chapter 12, page 232. 'never far behind?' idk man, that sounds kinda gay to me.
nicky being aromantic started as a hc just for an au, but ended up being an actual hc after i thought about it. we already know nicky's so performative, and what if he was performative about love? like, he ends up dating the first guy he meets. after living with highly conservative parents for 17/18 years. it's really giving 'i met someone who made me feel good and they have a crush on me and obviously that means i like them, right?' i just think aromantic homosexual nicky is something that can be so dear to the heart.
pt 1, kevin: i'm aware people like to think kevin and jean found comfort in each other under the control of riko, and i have nothing against that idea. i just think the power dynamics in the nest were a bit different. kevin was not jean's partner, he was riko's. i know he talks with neil about how riko could be cruel sometimes in the beginning of tkm, but i don't think he realized that until he was away from the nest. in the nest, he was number two. practically untouchable, besides riko and tetsuji, and he was tetsuji's favorite and riko favored him. anyone would turn a blind eye to riko's torture if they benefited from it. plus, i think riko's torture towards jean started as a way to tame him, given no sane person who was forcibly inducted into the nest wouldn't fight back, and kevin just found more and more ways to justify what riko was doing as time went on.
pt 2, jean: jean found comfort in kevin, even with how little comfort kevin provided, and i think he held out hope kevin would stand up to riko at some point or save him. after kevin left, jean kinda lost that hope and grew even more bitter after that. we know they were close, jean taught kevin french, but we also know riko and kevin were constantly around each other so. i just like the idea of jean hoping kevin will save him, but kevin just doesn't care about him enough to. (jean follows kevin around like a lost puppy, and kevin thinks he's cute but he's not looking for a pet) ((insert renee, savior of men and dogs))
so i do think there's universes where jean could be friends with neil, but i think they involve both jean and neil being away from the nest, and away from the moriyamas. in canon, neil has grown up on the run, and so has that air of 'i will mouth off to you because at any moment i could run and not deal with the consequences.' he deals with the consequences, but shrugs them off. jean is neil's partner in the nest, and is also riko's punching bag of choice. therefore, if neil mouths off, jean gets hurt for it. there's no way you could get along with someone who was actively making your life worse, whether they knew or not. if nathaniel and jean are both in the nest, nathaniel doesn't really care about jean. he cares about playing exy, and about winning. nathaniel likes to be in a position where he can manipulate others, and that doesn't really involve caring for others. so i'm sure they could be friends, it's just not as fun a dynamic.
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toadallytickles · 1 year
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Got to celebrate Valentine’s Day early and all weekend at the Super Bowl tickle gathering!! Tons of fun as always! ❤️🏈
- Clay and I did everything we wanted to do this weekend! Like playing with certain people! Meeting friends in-person for the first time! I watched my very first Super Bowl game!
- We also met a few fans of our content! That’s always super flattering and awesome! Happy we met some of you!! 🥰
- I was quite switchy this weekend, usually I lee, but this time I equally lee’d and Ler’d~. Definitely have special cravings for certain tickle boys hng~. 🍽️
- Got to be switchy with someone I usually play with at gatherings.. I love being tickled by them.. but wrestling them and tickle-dominating them was so much fun too.. especially when they’re bigger than you…. Their reactions .. so fueling unf im feral… I also got to introduce them to the position where their wrists are cuffed behind my back, so I have easy access to a ton of upper body spots~. 🥴💦
- also we got walked in on while they were sitting on my back tickling me ….. 🥴🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤💦 i love being caught~
- then Clay and them GANG TICKLED ME WHILE I WAS HIGH EEE!! (〃˘▽˘ ʃƪ)*:・゚✧♡ (even tho I was actually really shy and embarrassed about this like it was so gross omg like 🙄 let’s not remember this please)
- A c t u a l l y, I Ler’d more than lee’d.. Clay got tipsy Friday night, I was high. He was curled up in blankets and I just felt like being mean to him 1. because I can, 2. I knew he wouldn’t and couldn’t fight back, so I tickled him into this ticklish lil ball.. he was extremely ticklish to light tickles.. his laughter was so high-pitched and giggly.. so funny, I couldn’t stop laughing at him and torturing him~ 🤭❤️
- oh yeah we found out there was a dispensary nearby so we got edibles~ :)c
- I somehow found the confidence to wear 2 different crop tops (in one day lol).. very shy about that but I got a lot compliments~ :)c ❤️
- And then no one can do anything more embarrassing during a session than me now, I’m still cry-laughing about it honestly: Clay and I were playing, he already made me cum once and then was overstimulating me with the Hitachi.. I have an amazing second orgasm but I wet-fart basically in his face during it, and then I actually squirt unexpectedly but it’s just yellow against the white hotel sheets (and I wasn’t drinking enough water) .. so I pretty much peed the bed…. our session ended after that LMAOO, but we’re both laughing, and Clay’s glad I’m laughing instead of crying. I clean myself up and then Ler him~. On the drive home, I think about how much of a green flag that is in our relationship and as play partners. Anyone else, I’d be mortified. But with Clay, it’s hysterical and now another fun memory~.
- Lastly, I’m just really happy with how this gathering turned out for me because I could apply my growth and what I have learned at past events and kink classes to curate my experience! It’s been a lot easier navigating kink communities when you know yourself, your boundaries, and what you’re looking for~. 🥰
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chaisshitposts · 6 months
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EYELASHES/🍓 ANON POPS UP RANDOMLY
Here is a little detox questions for you because you deserve it for the hard work 😔✨
1. OOOO your MBTI?
2. What's your favorite season? Like a season that makes you melt in bed 🏃🏃🏃 (only me?)
3. Favorite singer? And their favorite song?
4. ANY FUNNY SCENARIO HAPPENED THAT IS STILL IN YOUR MIND?
5. If you had the ability to posses one power, what will it be? 😗🧐
6. Do fishes have thirst for water 🧍
(yes that last one was random and had me thinking nonstop like wtf do fishes drink water orrr-)
ANYWAYS LOVE U AND TAKE CARE, YOU DESERVE THE WORLD
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aw :( ty 🍓 !!! you're v sweet, these are some fun lil' questions :D ya should tell me yer own answers if ya get the chance, I'm curious !!!
1- I honestly have no idea 😭 I took the test a couple times before bc I kept forgetting cause all those letters are hard to remember and I still don't remember!!! heh im sorry 👉👈
2- melt in bed... that sounds so funny 💀 I'm a fan of winter!!!!!! I love the chrimuth decorations and the cold weather bc I like to get all warm and toasty, plus I like to wear the sweaters I crochet/knit throughout the year
3- favorite singer... That's a hard one indeed 🤔 I listen to all types of music that makes my brain go brrr especially music with lots and lots of bass, I think my favorite type has to be hard metal screamo rap music simply because headbangin' is somethin' I do to stim when I'm overwhelmed with hefty emotions. 🧍 my favorite song that I'm currently hyperfixatin' on though is 'I love you hoe' by odetari & 9lives, I don't care for the lyrics but I really enjoy the 'spacey' feelin' I get when I listen to it... Kinda like that one song where people had this belief that it made people do their homework faster I think it was somethin' like... 'i can run faster with no wind resistance' or something, but the beat was so wiggly I have to find that song again... I JUST LOOKED IT UP-- the song is literally called 'no wind resistance' holy shit 😭
4- sigh... for some reason, I can't keep myself from laughin' when I hear someone pourin' liquid??? I used to have a thermos (I need to buy a new one) that I would fill with hot black/green tea and then whenever id pour the tea into the lil' cup I would giggle hysterically like some crazy person 😭 I think it's hereditary however, cause this morning I was drinkin' coffee near my mom and I have a tendency to 'slurp' from my mug and she kept gigglin' when I would slurp from it 😭 she also laughs when things are poured. the autism is strong in the family ngl. I even laughed RN at the memory of pourin' a cup of tea ._.
5- oh ya already know I'm gonna have my mailtda powers manifested soon 🧍 I'm talkin' telepathy, spell castin', teleportation, levitation, all that shit, but I do not want the ability to mind read bc that does not sound fun. hmm... pyrokinesis could be fun too
6- you'll have to ask 🐠 anon for that one 💀 bUt!!! I did learn a terrible fact today about dolphins! did y'know that dolphins terrorize pufferfish so that they can get high off the chemical that the pufferfish release in defense of predators? they throw the pufferfish around with the use of their teeth and stuff, tossin' them up and around, even above water, and then they like know when they need to stop gettin' high before the chemicals become lethal. there's enough poison in one pufferfish to kill 30 human adults but dolphins just love gettin' fuckin' HIGH!
im sorry for the ramblin' but if there's one thing to be told about me... I talk way too fuckin' much despite bein' an ambivert with a heavy lean towards bein' an introvert 🧍
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toomanyacorns · 2 years
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Hit Me Right | Eddie Munson x Y/N[fem]
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Summary: Eddie meets the girl of his dreams at a show at the hideout. She plays bass, smokes cigarettes, and hits him just the right way. 
[Note: This part is Eddie's perspective. It's pure fluff cuteness because he is a soft boy and we all know it. Also this hasn't been edited so if you see typos, no you didn't ]
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|Part 1| Chance Encounters and Others Like It
“Woah, who are they?” Gareth yelled over the commotion at the bar, motioning his friend’s attention to the stage just a few feet away. Eddie glanced up from his drink, staring past heavy eyelids at the dimly lit platform. It wasn’t often that another band would play after Corroded Coffin. Usually the boys would finish out the night, signaling the drunks of Hawkins to find their designated drivers (god willing they had one) and treat their impending hangovers at home. It had been long enough since their set that half the band had already gone home, leaving Gareth and Eddie alone among the crowd. 
The stage lights were still dim as a group of four sauntered about the stage. In their silhouettes, Eddie could see a tall man with long, heavy dreadlocks. He was followed by another man with mid length curly, blonde hair. The blonde took his place behind the drums while the other worked quickly to adjust the strap on his electric guitar. After a short moment, another person, a girl this time, stomped her way across the stage. Her heavy boots juxtaposed her flowing black dress as she walked. Her hair hung shaggy around her face. In the dim light, she almost looked like Joan Jett. He might have thought she was if it hadn’t been for the fact that Joan Jett would never play in a place like Hawkins. Eddie watched as she threw her bass strap over her shoulders, plugging the instrument into the amp by her feet and testing it with a few lazy chords. 
The lights suddenly lifted. The soft yellow turned blood red. He didn’t even know the lights could change color like that. He made a mental note to ask for red lights when Corroded Coffin played again next week. In the red glow, one last person skipped up the stage steps. She was exceptionally tall with long black box braids. They whipped around her body with every motion. With a quick glance to her bandmates and a nod received from each one, she took to the mic.
“Hello Indiana!” The girl yelled into the mic as if she was in a stadium of thousands instead of a good dozen. “Thank you for having us! We are Sin Creeps In!”
Suddenly the room was filled with a heavy drum beat. It shook Eddie’s chest in a deep, guttural way. Soon it was paired with an equally heavy guitar. Eddie could feel the moment the bass came in. His eye shot to the shaggy girl wielding her heavy black bass. Her head hung low and bobbed with the low beat of the drums. Eddie could feel his heart adjust its own beat to match her fingers dancing along the strings. Even when the singer began her song, drawing the attention of the entire crowd, he couldn’t seem to look away. This girl, bassist, had commanded his everything, as if she had singled him out and said “look at me. Only me.” 
“Holy shit!!” Gareth gasped over the chaos of the Hideout patrons. He pulled Eddie from the bar to stand only feet from the stage, joining the few men who still had hair in their wild headbanging. The music had carried into the parking lot, beckoning loiters back to the stage. Soon, the room filled with the scent of smudged out cigarettes, sweat, and alcohol. 
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“That. Was. So. Metal!” Gareth screamed, shaking Eddie’s arm in his continued rush of adrenaline, “I think I’m in love. That singer!” 
“The singer? What about her!” Eddie pointed unapologetically at the bassist, staring directly at Gareth with blown out eyes. Both boys were painted in sweat, eyes wide and grinning like fools. Gareth scoffed as if the question had deeply offended him, causing Eddie to laugh hysterically at his shorter friend. When he finally pulled his eyes back to the stage, Eddie’s breath caught deep in his throat. 
She was looking at him. Her eyes danced with amusement in the now soft yellow lights. She let her gaze fall from his eyes, to the hand he still had pointing at her, and back again. He let his hand fall then, dramatically straightening his posture, a deep red blush crawling up from under his shirt collar. He swore he could see her laugh before turning away and dashing off stage, arm in arm with the singer. 
“I need some air after that, man. Do you need a smoke?” 
With a quick nod, both boys pushed through the chattering crowd, out through the stage door leading to the side of the building. Finally they both drew in a long, deep breath. The chilly fall air replaced the scent of the bar that still stung their noses. Eddie pulled his leather jacket tighter around his body, sliding his hands deep into the pockets and digging for a cigarette. When his fingers found purchase, he focused into his other pocket in search of his lighter. Nothing. He dug into his front jean pockets, then his back. Nothing. 
“Shit. Man, do you have a lighter?” Eddie begged, holding his cigarette between his teeth.
“No? Don’t tell me you forgot yours?” Gareth whined, “I might cry if I have to drive home with you when you haven’t had a cigarette.” 
“Shut up man, that’s not helping.” 
“Just bum one off someo-”
“Hey!” a voice called from further into the parking lot. The girl with the box braids jumped off the hood on a rusty red Wagoneer, hands waving wildly in the air. “Over here!” Eddie watched as Gareth’s face switched between different shades of pink as he watched her theatrics. Without a word of question, both boys jogged over, cigarette bouncing between Eddie’s lips.
“You guys were with Corroded Coffin right? We showed up right before your set! You were amazing!” a gummy smile spread across the singer’s lips, “You’re the drummer, right?” She cooed down at Gareth. He stood a good foot shorter than her. Watching them interact made Eddie chuckle. 
“I’m Kat.” Eddie couldn’t tell if she was talking to Gareth specifically or the whole group, “This is Jay, our drummer, and Zach, our guitarist.” She motioned to the two men leaning against the Wagonere. “-and this is Y/N, our bassist.”
“I’m...I’m, uh…I’m Gareth” He stumbled, “This is Eddie, our guitarist.”
“Do you need a light?” Y/N called from where she sat on the hood. When Eddie met her gaze, she took a long drag on her cigarette, letting the thick smoke rise into the cold night air. The vapor of her breath mixed in thick billows with the smoke before floating off into the breeze. Eddie nodded, thankful and entranced, before making his way to sit beside her. The chain on his belt clanked against the red metal as he scooted back to match her posture. She held out a silver Zippo lighter, igniting it and holding the flame to his level. He met her in the middle, catching the tip of his cigarette to the flame. He groaned, leaning into the inhale, his nerve endings suddenly much more relaxed and completely aflame all at once. 
“Needed that bad huh?” She laughed, taking another small drag, leaning back onto her palms.
“You are my savior right now.”
Y/N laughed, Eddie eye’s snapping to her face. This was the first time he was really seeing her. She was illuminated by the only street light in the parking lot. Her eyes nearly disappeared when she laughed, her nose wrinkled and her eyebrows raised. She threw her head back, exposing her neck, dotted with a few stray freckles. If he were allowed, he could sit there and count them, over and over and over and-
“Hey man, I think you are being ditched.” Jay interrupted his thoughts from the other side of the car, motioning at Gareth who was halfway inside the passenger side of Kat’s Accord. 
“That was quick. Looks like he’s getting lucky tonight.” Zach snickered, nudging Jay with a smirk like a cheshire. 
“Shit. Well, saves me gas money I guess.” Eddie frowned, “Still have to pack up some of the amps, apparently by myself…but hey, gas money.” 
 
“Do you want help?” Y/N questioned, flicking the bud of her cigarette to the gravel lot, smudging it out with her boot. “Save you the gas money and the bad back.” She smirked, already walking back toward the stage door. Eddie clammered from the car hood, dashing to catch up with her long strides. 
“You don’t have to do that! I’m going to be a minute anyway, one of my strings snapped and I have to restring my guitar.” 
“That’s fine. I can help with that too.” 
“I have old strings in my case that will do for now, it’s oka-”
“Seriously?” She spun on her heel right before entering the stage door. “You are going to use old strings? Yeah, no. Not happening on my watch.” Before she could open the door, Eddie twisted in front of her, using his back to push in open, motioning dramatically for her to enter. 
“So here’s my idea-” She started, tutting as she approached his guitar. It was obvious which one was his. She had fawned over the dramatic red pattern that plastered its surface when she watched Eddie play earlier in the night. He had been too focused on his solo to see her leaning by the side of the stage, watching his fingers fly across the frets. “I have strings. You can have them. I’ll even help you string them. And-” She smiled to herself, dragging her bottom lip through her teeth, “I’ll make you dinner!” 
“What? This sounds like a kidnapping plot?” Eddie laughed, collecting two small amps in his arms. 
“Here’s the catch. Kat was my ride home. Jay and Zack are terrible drivers. I would rather spend the night here than ride with them. So you have to drive me home. In exchange, I’ll help you pack up, and when we get to my house, I’ll give you strings and my famous homemade grilled cheese.” Eddie melted immediately at the guilty smile she gave him. He had known this girl for just over an hour but he could already feel himself twisting around her finger. 
“How do you know I won’t kidnap you?” He joked, making his way back to the stage door. This time she zipped in front of him, holding it open with the same dramatic flare he had. 
“Because you seem sweet. Metalheads are always softies.” Eddie could feel another blush creeping up from his collar. “Also, I have mace in my boot and I know how to use it.” She shrugged, flashing him another toothy grin before disappearing back into the building, grabbing her bass and his guitar. 
Genuinely didn't think I would post this but all two of my braincells are stupid and impulsive. So here we are. I hope you enjoyed!
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sygoflyy · 8 months
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜
My top 5 personal fics in order, but the last 2 are tied so my top 4 faves:
First Time Again
I hope this wasn't in poor taste but I read and enjoyed another Bucknesia fic but felt something was missing narratively. So I wrote my own. And who knows if mine is any good but I absolutely love it. I periodically go back and edit it too. Bucky loses his memory after Zemo erases it using a neurotoxin. Bucky forgets two years of his life, which happens to be the entire time he's known Sam. Bucky's heart and body remember Sam but his mind doesn't. All three eventually align and Sam's friends support him and encourage Bucky to fall in love again along the way. This was also my first SamBucky smut and I think it reads like I'm giving directions to a stranger. Still love this fic despite that.
Nine-One-One
I wrote a rare-pair Louis/Jonah crack fic, rewriting a kink gone wrong plot from the tv show 9-1-1. I also mixed in a few reworked scenes from the tv show, Interview with the Vampire. It's meant to be funny and I personally laugh hysterically when I read it. Earlier that day, Louis wins legal separation from his husband, Lestat, and spends the evening at the movies. He's lonely after and heads to his bar, the Azalea, for a drink. He runs into Jonah, a childhood friend, and they link up for a little fooling around in the bayou then again at Jonah's place. Louis calls 911 after they mistakenly handcuff themselves to Jonah's headboard mid-roleplay.
Hot Like Fire
This fic is actually a WIP. I started it about a month ago and enjoy reading it from time-to-time. I held myself back from finishing it just to post it on AO3 for this ask. It's another set of scenes from the tv show 9-1-1, most of them unrelated. Sam's brother has an accident at Sam's house, which leads to Sam calling 911. Bucky's a firefighter who helps save Gideon but is immediately taken by Sam and Sam is taken by Bucky. They move quickly, hot, and passionately into love and lust. Unfortunately, they're involved in a plane crash and that becomes a stressor on their relationship. But nothing can keep these lovebirds apart, not even each other.
how good it is
This was my very first post on AO3. I'd made a list of romance tropes to help work on my fiction writing skills. [I write a lot for work but not fiction]. 'Soulmates' was my first choice and this fic was the result. I'm too cynical to care about soulmates so I made it basically how I'd prefer to learn who my one-true-love is ... send me an email. In this universe, people are born with a unique genetic marker that matches one other person. At birth, that marker is mapped then marked when a match is discovered. When matches reach a certain age, a government agency notifies them and the couple are allowed to take it from there. Sam and Bucky meet up at a park a few months after they get each other's soulmate file. And other things.
Marvelous Magazine Presents Sam and Bucky (working title)
I posted a sneak peak of this before. It's a fake magazine article featuring the boys from my News Station AU. It's the final fic in that AU, which are all a part of the SamBucky Library Summer Pride bingo event. It's set years after they meet as an entry level reporter and cameraman duo. They grow close over time, have a falling out, link back up, do one last exciting news story together, then move on to bigger and better careers. Marvelous Magazine writer, Eddie Brock, and freelance photographer, Peter Parker, meet with and photograph the couple in their Atlanta suburban home. The results of the interview and photoshoot will be a magazine article to be posted when I finish the story before that.
I have no one else to tag in the SamBucky fandom, I'm new here anyway, and believe everyone I would tag has already posted their own. Thank you @six2vii , your fics are among my favorites. At the tippy top are You Got What I Need and The Vow. Hope it was ok to include this.
Note: Will reblog links to WIPs when they're done, just in case.
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cutiepisenpai · 2 years
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Summary: Part 3 of Undertaker has a new guest in his shop a young woman who had drowned in the lake.
Warnings: dark humor, teasing, flirting.
A/N: Part 1 , Part 2, Part 4 Part 5
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Undertaker sits at his desk at the front of the parlor pretending to be looking over forms while actually watching her sweep the front although he would prefer if she left it alone. But she no longer sweeps the cobwebs down or dusts the shelves up front at least, too keep for the eerie atmosphere.
"It's a peculiar thing really…" She says and he looks up at her. "A person choosing to spend their life in a place like this." 
"Is that so?"
"Why do you choose to live amongst the dead? What made you decide to become a mortician?"
"I was interested in the after. What comes after death?" He answers honestly.
"There is nothing after death. Once the soul departs the body the corpse will rot unless preserved. But it's nothing more than that."
"If you truly believe that, then how exactly are you here?"
"I’m not sure but perhaps my soul never departed from my body."
It was truly insightful. Undertaker hadn't considered that a reaper hadn't done their job and reaped her soul or decided that she was amongst a small group of humans destined for more and thus granted a life after their natural death would occur. 
"Perhaps you are destined for greatness." Undertaker quips. 
"There is nothing great about me. I'm nothing more than an ordinary person."
"My dear you are anything but ordinary."
"Again with the teasing.” She sighs.
"I'm being simply truly sincere.”
"Since you're so interested, what do you think precedes death?" She asks.
"Perhaps the possibility for more life."
"So reincarnation?"
"Not bringing back the soul but the body. Once the soul is gone there is no getting that back but perhaps the corpse can begin to move again, to live." He ponders.
"How?"
He hadn't realized he was answering and speaking so openly. Almost forgetting his long kept secret. 
"Although you are probably correct, nothing more comes from humans after their soul departs this world."
"Oh come along now. I wanted to hear your thoughts on the matter." She whines.
"There is nothing more to say my dear."
"What if I pay your fee? Would you have more information for me then."
"How very unlike you. Did you not say that it was strange that I accept jokes as payment for information?"
"So you don't want to hear my joke. I've never told you one before and I thought you would be 'dying' to hear it."
He starts to laugh at her obvious pun. 
"Alright dearie, you win. Let's hear it."
Hmm, I believe I already heard you laugh, shouldn't that be equal payment."
"You would deprive me of true laughter based on some ridiculous technicality." 
"Fine fine, I suppose I can play nice today. Do you know why skeletons won't fight each other?.... they just don't have the guts."
He is silent for a long moment and she frowns thinking he didn't find her joke amusing until he falls to the ground laughing hysterically. 
"You don't have to humor me. I know it's not that funny but I figured you would get a kick out of it."
"No no my dear that was quite a humorous joke. Have not heard that one yet."  He says getting up off of the floor. "Alright then dearie go in ahead what information would you like from me?"
She had almost forgotten why she told him the joke in the first place. "Ah yes, you were talking about the possibility of reawakening a corpse right?"
Undertaker takes a seat behind his desk looking at her quizzically. She becomes curiouser and curiouser with each passing day. He just can't seem to grasp a full understanding. First she shows up dead and then is somehow alive. She has never seemed bothered by the dead or topics of death. She did not laugh when he would hide inside of coffins but she was also unfrightened and rather unamused by most of his antics. The only things he did that seemed to bother her are the few occasions of accepting his form of payment if he happened to be dealing with a guest's family members. Could he really tell her about his plans, about his secret work. Would she understand, would she reject him and run away? He wasn't ready to learn the answer to that just yet.
"It's just ideas really. Doesn't that sound fascinating being able to revive a once living being. Save them and their loved ones from the pain and separation that death brings."
"Can't say I understand. The thought of living being natural means sounds more like a punishment than a blessing."
He knew very well how cruel immortality could be. Growing to know and love people only for them to be taken away. Perhaps if he was still human he would share her sentiments.
"It would be a terrible fate for anyone to suffer. Living on watching people die time and time again." He says with a sigh.
"And yet you chose this dying profession."
If not for the mischievous look on her face he would think that was an unintended pun.
"You are a treasure humouring an old man like me."
This was her chance to tease him, walking up and leaning over to look at his covered face. 
"Are you sure that you are in fact an old man?" She brings a hand to cup his cheek and moves her face ever so closer to his. "You don't show your entire face but I don't think you have the face of an elderly man." 
"So it's your turn to tease me with false flattery dear?"
"Were you by chance pulled from an icy lake. Perhaps I'm not the only one ‘frozen’ in time."
He grins wider, leans forward so that their nose practically touches, "Now just where have you been hiding all of these lovely jokes all this time."
She scrunched her nose before responding which he found just so adorable. "That's a secret.
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comphy-and-cozy · 6 days
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writer asks!!! 🕯️🛼🍄
send me writer asks!
🕯️⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? generally between 6 and 8, depending on my mood and how the fic is going. I like reading through and finding better words, phrases, descriptions, etc. to convey the point and seeing the piece slowly start to come into its final form. but towards the end, like on the final few read-throughs it can get really tedious and at that point I'm usually kind of sick of reading the fic over and over again lol.
🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis 🧑🏻👩🏽👱🏼‍♂️💦🪽 why isn't there an eiffel tower emoji
🍄🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings okay this is not going to come as a surprise to anyone that i'm gonna write about a dream come true but this is something i've been wanting to incorporate and just haven't really found the place to do so yet so what better time than now
putting this below a cut!
as your relationship has developed from primarily physical into something more substantial (never just a booty call, though), your name has slowly trickled in to locker room talk
at first no one really knew enough to ask, save for dylan and andrew and shayne, who were there the night jt left with you—the only acknowledgement at practice afterward was a knowing smirk and a hearty pat on the back
but as time went on and he began to spend more time with you, little, sporadic mentions of you would filter into conversation
"comph, you going out later?" "nah, already have plans"
"who you texting?" "oh, just a friend"
until enough evidence had been gathered and it became all but spoken word: comphy had a girl.
he wasn't sure why, but he was hesitant to bring you around—not because he was ashamed of you, or unwilling to commit to you; in fact, it was quite the opposite, but he didn't want to scare you away by throwing you into something like that so quickly
so it started small: a double date with andrew and jenny, then a second with dylan and kenzy
and slowly, you met more and more of his circle—eventually attending your first wings event as his girl—and even began to form your own bonds and friendships with those around him
one of them, unexpectedly, is lucas raymond
several years your junior, it's an unlikely friendship, but you find a stride with him that feels so natural very early on
it started when jt asked you to meet him at the rink so he could take you to lunch after practice, and you ran into lucas trying to figure out where you were supposed to meet him
he introduced himself and explained jt was running late, deep in the throes of a conversation with newsy about the penalty kill
when jt finally made it down the corridor 30 minutes later, an apology waiting on his lips, he's quickly taken over by surprise at the sight of you and lucas laughing hysterically
soon, you're following each other on instagram and he's almost always the first person you greet at team events, offering girl advice and razzing him for being, well, a 21-year-old idiot
it progresses to the point where you find yourself paying more attention to him on the ice, too, #23 the second number you look for behind #37, elation filling your heart when he scores (even better when jt's involved)
and those times where he gets hit, knocked over, shoved into the boards, you're on your feet, heart frozen for the milliseconds before he stands up, brushes it off, and you breathe a sigh of relief
one time, the hit is particularly nasty, and before you have a chance to shriek, jt's there, his face contorted into rage, shoving the offender in defense of the young winger kneeling on the ice, getting into a nasty scrum that's inches away from a fight if not for the linesmen who interfered
needless to say, the emotions are high and later that night, and after some coaxing, jt manages to get it out of you—and realizes that you practically imprinted upon his teammate, maternally
his smile is slow, morphing into a grin, and you feel your cheeks go hot, ready to shove him for making fun of you
but instead, he says, "did we just adopt a kid together?"
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hellbornhades · 1 year
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The Greene + Gyles Family
Part 1:
It's Moving Week for Sean and Rosemary, though both of their families don't seem to care too much. Especially Rose's. It hadn't even been a week with the two friends living in their apartment before Rose's parents wanted to drop by!
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Rose: "What are you guys doing here?"
Kenneth: "What do you think? We're here to celebrate our baby girl's first apartment in the city!"
Rose: "Dad, this is only temporary, you know this. I still want to move to Brindleton and start a farm! Grow things, and be happy and quaint AWAY from the city."
Kenneth: *chuckles* "You were always a big dreamer. I just hope an old fellow like me will get a chance to see you achieve your goals."
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Meanwhile, outside of the apartment Sean found his mother slinking around the lobby while taking the trash out. She seemed pissed and really uncomfortable. He let out a sigh and went over to help her.
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Sean: "Deep breaths mom, you know what your doctor said about anxiety and the such."
Lois: *follows her sons wishes and takes a deep slow breath before exhaling* "Yes, yes. I remember."
Feeling uncomfortable by his mother's distance, Sean decided it would be best to just stay quiet and keep his mom calm.
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As the weeks go on, Sean finds himself really enjoying Rose's late night talks. Like... A lot!
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Rose: Can you believe that people think vegetables have feelings the same way as animals? I was at work when I heard this and couldn't stop myself from laughing so much, I ended up with the Hysterical Moodlet.
Rose starts chuckling, remembering the incident. Sean laughs with her, but his eyes lingered on her face for a moment, staring at her full lips as she continued to laugh.
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Rosemary being the kind person she is decided that she wanted to surprise Sean with a friendship bracelet. Of course she knew they were well above that age group for such childish things, but it also didn't stop her from wanting to make some anyway.
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Rose: "Sean! Come here I wanna give you something!"
After some convincing, Rosemary and Sean were able to commemorate their friendship with cute colorful bracelets!
Sean: "This is just like when we were kids!"
Rose: "Then you should remember our chant from when we were kids."
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Both: "TOGETHER FOREVER AND EVEN IN SPIRIT!"
And again Sean got that stupid look on his face again.
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Rose: "You okay, Sean? Don't tell me your going t-"
Before Rosemary could even finish her sentence, Sean had already made his move.
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Until he realized what he did.
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Sean: "Crap, uh, Rose, hey.... Uh... I didn't-"
Rose: "Oh, Sean, don't worry too much. It was perfectly fine~"
That morning, though Rosemary isn't ready to tell Sean yet, she can confirm that she has fallen head-over-heels for him.
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daerklina · 1 year
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the story of house of the dragon will never be about both teams being wrong. This will always be about patriarchy judging women by their genitals, denying women’s rights to rule, Dance of the Dragons is about the greens who stole the crown from rightful heir aka Rhaenyra because she doesn’t have a dick.
team green is the most deranged team and hightowers are the most deranged family in westeros. I mean…on their side we have a r@pist and usurper, a grown ass kinslayer having beef with 14 years old Lucerys, weirdo who’s personality is all around blood and cheese (sorry not sorry but it is the truth), hysterical religious fanatic and her father. They’re not as united as the Blacks and they would never be a good ruler, a r@pist who usurped the throne would be a death sentence to all women despite the fact hotd is already settled in middle ages and women’s position in society is so bad.
And Rhaenyra is the one who could bring stability to the realm and would improve the laws and would give more rights to women.
1) Alicent, on the contrary was always a person that thought women has some obligations, she always thought that using her religion to judge people is okay, she even forced Rhaenyra to pray once (it was shown in a tv series), removed all Targaryen banners from the palace in KL and put that damn star of the seven
this religion in question:
(also allows IN A LAW to beat women)
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when Rhaenyra said that she’d rather serve as a knight she only laughed at it, like…gurl that’s ur friend, don’t you want to support her a little bit, no?
2) terrible slutshaming
at first otto stalked Rhaenyra, told that to viserys, of course with only goal — disinheritance of Rhaenyra so his shitball grandsons would be the new heirs. Then alicent yelled at her and actually forced Nyra to swear by the memory of her mother Aemma that Daemon never touched her, called her “spoiled” which is one of the most famous patriarchal terms to control women to make them a broodmares and sell them into a marriage. And people blaming her for lying to their beloved woman for trump are as disgusting as greens themselves.
Nyra was bullied and harassed for YEARS until she left with Daemon and her kids to dragonstone. greenies knew perfectly well that she had no one to protect her, Harwin couldn’t do that for obvious reasons, Daemon was in exile, Laenor was with Qarl + he also wouldn’t stand against queen and a hand of the king, Viserys was in no condition (that man’s flesh was literally ROTTING off his bones)
3) a egon? I have nothing really to say about him, he’s a r*pist and a child abuser who forced his own bastards in a child fight club just to entertain himself
4) aemond.
A grown ass man with a largest dragon beefing with a little kid with a small dragon.
And all of this over an eye, that Lucerys took from him and it wasn’t even his fault. aemond attacked Baela and Rhaena in the most violent way, threatened to kill Rhaenyra’s kids, insulted them, choked them, beaten them.
Luke should’ve taken both of his eyes in fact🤭
5) Daeron? who? does he even exist?
6) greens pretend too much that they’re morally superior but the most vile things that were made during the Dance were made by the greens. Alicent didn’t raise her kids at all and neither otto did. Of course it Viserys’ fault too but most of the time their kids were growing he was ill. aegon and aemond became fucking savages, not Luke and Jace as alicent told (over pig joke that was made by aegon btw). The only morally wrong thing the Blacks did was blood and cheese but still it was a revenge for Luke’s death and greens completely deserved it.
I hate green stans acting like a morally superior people, blaming Daemon for all sins when he only tried to protect his family and marry the woman he loved.
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hancockstan · 1 year
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I posted 379 times in 2022
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I tagged 41 of my posts in 2022
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Holy shit I’m really seeing people argue that Joshua Graham is a morally good person. What fucking year is this?? Getting 2012 tumblr vibes tonight folks.
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Fallout fan confession, I love "Jingle, Jangle, Jingle" as much as the next person but growing up around horses and working with them really makes me cringe when I see them. The song slaps but the whole spurs aesthetic is ruined for me. Like, take the time to properly train your horse! You don't need the spurs I swear! Don't want this to cause controversy in the horsing community so none of you better let this post breach fandom containment.
18 notes - Posted June 6, 2022
#3
Look what my friend gave me today
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28 notes - Posted May 16, 2022
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I see your “don’t mistake my distaste in causing harm for an inability to do so” and raise you “don’t mistake my hard-fought self restraint for a lack of near blinding desire to hurt people who’ve earned it.”
63 notes - Posted January 23, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Man, I finally watched Goncharov for the first time and it’s crazy how so many spy/thriller/action movies have made obvious references to it that I never picked up before. Like that scene in Atomic Blonde with the umbrellas is just like the end of the second act when Goncharov realizes that Nickolas has betrayed him but still has to keep working with him so that his sister that runs the chop shop won’t back out of the deal with Sterling’s crew. And I only now realize what a clever twist atomic Blonde had on that scene since obviously the average person already knows the beats of Goncharov even if they never saw it, just through pop culture osmosis. So when she ultimately fails to protect Spyglass it comes as a double shock to the audience who has already seen a million parodies and references where this scene goes right for the protagonist. Also the end of the movie where Goncharov and Ivan are driving out to the middle of the wilderness and both of their actors are actually sleep deprived and suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning is more iconic the Jack Nicolson in the Shinning. Sorry not sorry.
129 notes - Posted November 20, 2022
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The True Dragon Slayer Chapter 1
Hwan, the true dragon slayer… or is he?
Today was a rainy day and I was working till 8 PM since Erin had to go to the hospital to see her grandma.
I sent a voice memo to my sister that she could order the food already.
We wanted to try these new chicken wings, from a BBQ shop that had recently opened. 
And where my father wanted me to apply for a delivery job since it would’ve paid so much better.
I was still sitting in front of my locker, with my phone in my hand. I checked the time and went back to the aisle, we had so much stuff to put on the shelves.
The store owner had accidentally ordered more products than we could put out and now Doyoon and I had to be very careful and smart about it.
“Hey, do you know where this goes?” I showed a new noodle cup to my co-worker, “because it all looks the same to me.”
Doyoon, who had to keep an eye on the checkout as well, shrugged and took out his phone.
"Man, I don't know it either," he replied, "do you know when Erin will be back?"
"Nope, and you can ask that yourself," I pointed at his phone, "you're obsessed with her, you know. Erin this, Erin that."
Doyoon put his hand on his chest and gasped. 
"I am not!" 
"You kinda are."
"Excuse me, where can I find chicken wings?" a girl appeared next to us. 
She was glued to her phone and didn't seem to care, at all. 
"We don't sell them," Doyoon replied, "but-"
"But you can find them down the street, a new restaurant has just opened," I interrupted him and smiled. 
"Ok," said the girl and left the store, still on her phone.
"Oh my god, she's just like you!" I sarcastically add and go back to sorting the products. 
Suddenly, I felt something brush against my legs and looked down, just to see a brown cat run towards the boxes I'd gotten earlier. 
He knocked them over then jumped on the candy shelf, knocking those over too. 
"Hey, asshole!" I shouted and ran after the cat, "you can't be here!"
The cat grabbed a potato chip bag and winked at me. I shook my head. 
I must've been really tired, there's no way he actually did that. 
"Doyoon, help me!" I ran after the cat, who was zig-zagging across the store, knocking over everything which made it harder for me to catch him, "Doyoon!" 
I jumped over the boxes and the cat had dropped the chip bag and was heading towards the entrance. 
"You are dead, you hear me? Dead!" I yelled and nearly ran into a customer. 
Fuck Doyoon, he really didn't care about anything besides Erin. 
The cat was running down the street, towards a market and I picked up my speed, I wasn't gonna let him get away, I wasn't gonna give up. 
Oh great, a festival! 
There were many people celebrating on the street. They were dancing and laughing and singing. 
It felt like the cat had picked the worst route on purpose, just for me to give up. 
I bumped into a man as I was following the stupid animal. He dropped his boxes and started cursing at me. 
I apologized and quickly helped him pick them up. 
Then I looked around and realized I'd completely lost him.
He could've ran to the station or even up the hill. 
I scanned the place and then sat on a bench, next to a hot dog booth. 
I put my head in my hands and started laughing. This whole thing was just so ridiculous!
I was chasing a stray cat! And for what? 
A bag of chips? It was just a cat, not a person.
I probably looked like a maniac laughing hysterically, but I didn't care. 
At this point, I didn't care anymore. 
I shook my head and started walking back to work, which was two blocks away. 
I had run two blocks- what a workout. 
Doyoon was probably still on his phone. 
The things were probably still on the ground. 
The store had maybe looked like someone had robbed us. 
I was probably the one to clean it up.
I wanted to check the time but had forgotten my phone. 
I checked my apron's pocket just in case but it wasn't there. 
All of a sudden I was knocked out and everything turned black.
"Hwan, over here!" I heard my sister call me but it wasn't my sister, it was a small girl. 
"Coming!" I shouted back and ran towards the girl and a woman, who looked like my mother. 
When I reached them I had realized it was indeed my sister and my mother. 
But my mother was dead. She died 10 years ago. 
They were both smiling at me and the woman had her hand out.
"Let's go, dear," the woman said, "your father is waiting."
I was scared to move.
"Who are you?" I asked, nearly tearing up.
"C'mon, let's go," the woman wanted to take my hand but I pulled it back.
"I asked, who are you?" 
"Hwan, dad's waiting in the car," the girl pulled me. 
Why was I taller than her? And why did the woman look like she was sick?
"How was school?" she asked. 
"School? I graduated last year!" I stopped, "where are you taking me?"
"Did you talk to your teacher about your idea?" she continued, "I really hope she likes it!"
Then I realized what was going on.
It wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare. 
It was just the day before my mother was taken to the hospital.
The day before the doctors actually diagnosed her with lung cancer. 
What was my mother doing, pushing herself to come and pick me up? 
She could've stayed at home or had dad drive her to the hospital. 
Only now I'd noticed how weak she looked. 
"I'll help, c'mon," I felt someone lifting me and it was my dad. 
My old dad threw me over his shoulder and was carrying me like I was nothing.
My mother, my sister were walking behind us.
I had no idea where we were going.
"He's light as a feather, for a tall fae," my dad spoke in English.
"He's not a faerie, you know," my sister replied, "he's a human!"
My parents started laughing. 
"A human? And I'm the queen!" my mother, who was now wearing a tavern worker's dress, had replied. 
"What's he really? Is he a wolf?" my dad asked.
"No, he's not a wolf either," my sister looked down. She seemed sad for some reason.
"He's a maple tree sprite!" she then put her hands on her hips and stuck out her tongue.
"Oh, really, a sprite?" my dad sarcastically replied, "I heard they can get drunk quite easily. Where did you find him?"
"He's a friend of my brother," my sister quickly replied.
"What… the…hell," I slowly opened my eyes, just to see a boy with cat ears staring at me. 
I slowly blinked, still wondering if I was dreaming or not. 
"You're awake!" the boy lit up with joy, "I'm sorry for knocking you out. I didn't mean it," he spoke in English.
I squinted and then noticed who was driving the carriage with two white horses.
It was a small woman with pointy ears and a tavern worker's dress. 
Her blonde hair was in two braids and she had light blue eyes. 
I scoffed. "What kind of fucked up dream is this?"
"Oh, I haven't noticed this language before! Are you far from here, lad?" the woman asked. 
"Lad?" I switched to English as well, "who are you calling a lad? 
"You, of course, silly!" the boy nudged me, "I wanted to take you home but accidentally hit your head while helping you out of the bar."
"Bar?" I still wasn't following.
"Oh, poor boy. You have to be careful next time, Alex," the woman said and made a left turn on the street. 
The buildings looked like the ones next to our home but had a medieval touch to them. 
I slapped myself, hoping I'd wake up from this weird dream. 
"Hey, have an apple!" Alex gave me a green one, "these are really good."
"I'm good, thanks," I pushed his hand away, "where are you taking me?"
"Home," Alex smiled. But he also seemed to feel guilty about something.
Just like my sister before when she was walking behind me. 
There was something so similar between these two, but I couldn't figure it out yet. 
"We're almost there," said the woman, "make sure to make him soup for the headache."
"I will," Alex looked away, "thank you so much."
I pinched my arm and still nothing. I tried to think of other ways to wake up. Like maybe having someone else to knock me out just like before. 
And was Alex the one who tackled me? 
Or was it someone else? 
The carriage stopped in front of a brown, mansion-like house made out of bricks.
There was no way I was going there. 
"Let me help your friend," the woman hopped off and turned to me. 
"I can help myself," I got off the carriage and wiped the dust off my pants. 
"Again, thank you so much!" Alex said to the woman and waved. 
"No problem, kiddo," she waved back and took off. 
I was eyeing him and he took a step back. 
"I-I can explain!" he hid his face behind his brown tail, "i-if you let me!"
"I'm waiting," I tried not to start yelling at him and crossed my arms instead. 
"Well, you're in Aveldon," Alex mumbled. 
"Ave what?" I frowned, "speak up, I can't hear you."
"Aveldon! It's… it's a kingdom in Richelworth," Alex was trying to keep eye contact, "and it's ruled by Queen Herbivia, she's a demon and-"
"You have got to be shitting me," I interrupted because I've had enough,"look, whatever prank you're playing, please stop. I'm tired and I wanna go home." 
"Alex? Alex, is that you?" a woman came running towards us. She had the same cat ears and tail, brown hair and was wearing a blue dress with a white apron. 
She hugged him tightly. "Oh, what trouble have you gotten into now?" 
"Mom, I'm fine!" Alex tried to push himself away but she was squeezing him.
"I've brought the True Dragon slayer here, look!" he gestured to me, "I know it's him!"
"Oh, stop it already!" she spoke in a language I've never heard before, "you know it's a tall tale!" 
It sounded like English but not quite.
The woman eyed me up and down. 
"He does look a lot like Adam,but I'm sure he's just as confused as you are."
"I can understand you," I said to my surprise, "wait, how can I understand you?" 
The woman gasped. 
"Alexander!" she took off running towards the house, "Alexander!" 
"You can understand it because it's your true language,"Alex's eyes lit up, again, "you are home! This is your true home!" he clapped. 
My head started pounding and I looked around, not listening to his babbling. 
I saw an old green car which looked like it was from the 1920s, but that wasn't enough. 
I needed to find a taxi or a bus or even a train- anything that could've taken me home. 
Then, a brown horse caught my eye. 
It can't be that hard to ride a horse, right? 
Right? Now's the only time to learn. 
I ran to the horse as fast as I could, hoping I was much faster than some weird cat boy. 
"Wait!" Alex shouted after me but I didn't look back.
"Please, wait!"
"Fuck you!" I shouted and almost reached the horse.
Suddenly, I heard a deafening screech above me and looked up in confusion. 
It was a black dragon with blood red eyes. 
Then, I felt blood dripping from my nose and before I knew it, everything went black.
Again.
I woke up in a strange room which looked like a hospital but I wasn't sure anymore. 
But like a medieval type of hospital room, as I've seen in movies.
The drapes were white, the windows were tall, the walls were brown and the bedsheets were gray. 
There was a water glass next to me and my apron was on the brown chair. 
I was surprised I still had my own clothes. 
When I reached for the glass, my ears started ringing and I covered them. 
I tried to take deep breaths but the ringing got worse. 
"Young master?" I heard someone say. 
The ringing stopped. 
"Are you feeling better?" I saw a girl in front of me, holding a wet towel, "I'll put this on your forehead now." 
She had one of those old hospital worker's uniforms and a white headpiece to cover her orange hair, but still, I did notice her pointy ears. 
Did everyone here have pointy ears?
I pushed her hand away and she flinched. 
"Sorry," I threw the blanket off me, "I think I have to go now."
"A-are you sure?" her eyes widened, "you have to rest!" 
I stood up and she took a step back. 
"I'm feeling better," I replied and headed for  the wooden door, "goodbye."
The door closed on its own.
There was a dark, long hallway in front of me.
There were torches and old paintings.
The first painting that caught my attention was a woman with long curly blue hair and a violet, crystal crown. And dark blue horns. 
I was starting to think that maybe I traveled back to the 12th century. At this point, anything was possible. 
But then again, the horns were so out of place. 
I recalled all the fantasy games I've played and guessed she might have been a demon. 
Or a goat. 
Or a goat-demon? Satan?
No, that was too obvious.
Maybe I was in a coma? 
But Alex said he knocked me out, so what was really happening?
I saw two guards, both dressed in red uniforms,  walking towards me and I turned around to look at a painting of a man with long dark blue hair. 
He had a crown as well but no horns. He didn't have anything unusual, at all.
I waited for the guards to pass and then ran for the door. 
The first thing that I noticed was a tall brick building with a white car in front of it.
The car looked like it could've been from the 50s. 
"Great," I said out loud. I still must be dreaming.
I looked around and saw several old English style buildings, most of these could've been straight out of a movie. 
Where the hell was I? England? 
I tried to read the signs but they were all in this weird language which for some reason I could understand. 
The first English sign I saw was "Town Hall 1km".
Wasn't the brick building a town hall? It sure looked like it.
But where was the train station? Or bus station? Did they even have buses here?
My ears started ringing again and I covered them, trying to stay calm. 
The next thing I saw was a half eagle half lion heading towards me, making the loudest noise I've heard in my life. 
I was ready to shit my pants at this point, but I wasn't going to do that. 
Then I noticed an open market and ran towards the selling booths, only to climb under an empty table and pray for my life. 
I really hoped that the beast couldn't reach its claws at me. 
And I really hoped that it belonged to someone like a pet and they would come after them. 
The beast screeched and hissed, trying to reach me like I was its last meal. 
Was I ready to become bird food? Is this how my life was going to end? 
It hissed again and nearly caught me but I pushed myself up against the wall, holding back tears. 
"Hey, buddy," I spoke softly, hoping it would understand me, "I'm not going to hurt you. You have to trust me, okay?"
The beast huffed and continued. 
"Look, I'm your friend," I smiled.
He didn't like that and let out a loud shriek again. 
"Listen, you dumb bird, I am literally not gonna do shit, because I am very scared of you, so please, leave me alone," I had lost my patience. 
His brown eyes turned darker and he took a few steps back. 
Then, he ran straight into the table and pushed it off me. 
Yup, I was gonna die. 
"Pippin!" I heard a woman shout.
"Pippin!" 
The eagle-lion turned around and ran to a brunette woman, dressed in the same red uniform as the guards earlier. 
"Pippin, leave him!" She was stern. 
Pippin followed the woman and I closed my eyes, trying to pinch myself awake again. 
I wondered if anyone had gone looking for me.
Probably my sister but then again, she didn't care enough. 
And my dad, he couldn't walk very far because of his legs. 
"Excuse me, are you alright?" a soft voice spoke. 
I opened my eyes and saw a blonde girl with blueish scales on her neck. What the hell was she? 
"Y-your eyes! They are yellow!" she gasped and wanted to say something but a boy similar to her, pulled her away. 
"What?" I frowned and crawled out under the table. 
I looked around and noticed a shop. 
It seemed like a jewelry shop and headed straight for it. 
"Hello, welcome to-" the man paused, "you-"
"Uh, yeah, hello. I'd like to see a mirror," I looked around. 
There were many different crystals, jewelry. These people really loved their jewelry.
"A mirror? What kind? The all-seeing, past tales?" the man coughed, "fortune mirror?"
"Uh, a regular one? I just need to check something."
The man had crystal blue eyes and a few tattoos on his neck. His red hair was in a ponytail and he was wearing a black vest, a white shirt and black pants. 
"I'm sorry, but are you Adam?" the man asked and handed me a mirror with a silver frame, "you just," he sniffled, "you look just like my old friend."
"I'm not. Sorry," I took the mirror and nearly dropped it after I saw my eyes. 
They were yellow.
"Are you sure?" He was holding back tears. 
"Yup," I gave him the mirror, "thank you." 
I left the shop. 
Why the hell were my eyes yellow? 
There seemed to be a festival here too. Was everyone celebrating? 
Colorful ribbons and confetti was everywhere. I saw many people drinking and dancing.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" a girl apologized as she bumped into me.
She had pointy ears and violet hair with a lily in it. And a long white dress.
"It's nothing," I tried to smile, not to freak out about my new eye color.
"Here, have this," she put the lily in my hair, "you're gonna need it more than me," and ran to her friends who were in the same dress as her.
I looked at the flower. It was much smaller than the lilies I've seen. 
It had a blue glow and a greenish undertone. 
Suddenly, three girls ran towards me and one of them put a blue flower crown on my head.
It was made of the same lilies. 
They were singing a song in that weird language. 
I clapped with them, playing along.
As they closed their eyes to sing their hearts out I threw the crown on the ground and ran away from them. 
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Heyo! It’s the person who requested the Sanzu x child! Reader- and I was gonna ask for a part two- but like- reader shows up at the park with a bruised cheek, and eyes full of tears.
Apparently his parents finally noticed he was going somewhere all the time and hit in for it and he also told some kids from school at about Sanzu and they told him Sanzu wasn’t real. So now he’s at the park waiting for his brother to come comfort him or something.
Tbh I just want some angsty fluff comfort stuff, this is just kinda to give you ideas
Park Buddy pt. 2
I hope it is to you liking and thank you so much for requesting. Sorry for the wait but I had to focus on some school work
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Pt. 1 Pt. 3
Today had been your worst day.
You told the kids at school about Sanzu. You were so excited to share how amazing he was and that he was your big brother. However, instead of admiration the all laughed at you. They made fun of you, telling how you out of all people would never have and actual friend, Sanzu was just your imaginary friend you made up to feel special.
The walk home from school was full with kids laughter and you feeling like the biggest idiot. At least at home you could have your peace. Well, not today. As soon as you stepped through the doorway your parents were yelling at you. Apparently a neighbor voiced their concern to your parents, they saw you coming home late.
They screamed at you, how stupid you were and now other people would think they are bad parents. It's all about them. They didn't even care that something might happend to you, they just didn't want anyone to think they were bad people. How ironic.
You felt so ashamed, so small while they were yelling at you. When you didn't give them an answer to the question where you were your "mother" slapped you. You were stunned. It took a while to process the burning pain on your cheek. She actually slapped you. Once they were done they went back to whatever they were doing before.
What a great day, right? By now tears were rolling down your cheeks. You felt horrible.
All you needed was comfort. Something you knew you would only get from Your big brother. You ran out of your house, stumbling and unfortunately falling on the hard concrete. Bruising you knees in the process, but you didn't care and stood right up and ran to the park, were big brother was already waiting.
Sanzu didn't expect to see you crying, nor did he think about you showing up with a swollen, red cheek and grazed knees.
He raced rushed towards you. As soon as he got to you, he held you close, trying to comfort you. You were crying hysterically into his chest while he carried you to the bench. He sat you down and gently cupped your cheeks. He wiped you tears with his thumbs, while telling you 'everything is alright' and 'your fine now, I'm here'.
It didn't take long until you calmed down enough to tell your story. Obviously his blood was boiling when he heard what you "mother" did, but for now he had to comfort you. Sanzu thought of you as a little brother, part of his family, someone he had to protect.
After he took care of your grazed knees with some band aids he had, he took you out for ice-cream. It helped a little bit with your cheek and it certainly took you mind of the previous events.
When you had finished your ice-cream, you cuddled up to you big brother while he pat you head. The warmth he radiated was soothing, and after a short time you actually fell asleep. Sanzu held you close. He felt sorry for you.
It was getting dark, Sanzu didn't want to wake you from your peaceful slumber, so he carried you to your house. Shortly before you reached your destination you woke up feeling a lot better.
Sanzu made sure to sneak his way towards your window, which, luckily, was on ground floor. He lifted you up so you could climb into your room. Before you closed you window you said goodbye.
"Thank you big brother"
At least your day ended the best way possible.
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What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki- pt.2
Bakugou x f!reader
Warnings: Angst, Mentions of suicidal thoughts, fluff, insane behavior, nsfw, noncon! Dubcon!, murder, stalking, abusive behavior, yandere!Bakugou, cursing, blood, lowkey kinda slow burn (meaning the beginning is a little boring BUT IT GETS GOOD I SWEAR😭)
Ep. Warnings: Angst, hitting, cursing, stalking, kidnapping, murder
Summary: It’s been awhile since you’ve left him. Two months actually but it was two months too long. Katsuki was slowly going insane and I guess you could say he officially has because he’s officially snapped. You become his main target, his number one priority, his entire being even though you’re trying to leave him. But Katsuki won’t let you. You’re his..and in the words of Bakugou Katsuki..you always will be.
A/N: ....I made it a yandere story y’all. OH SHI-
BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST
Chapter 1
Twitch, twitch, twitch. That’s all Katsuki’s body been doing. Either his eyes or his fingers, his body is uncomfortably moving. Shit doesn’t feel right for him. And he knows exactly why. You left him.
The first week was horrible. All Katsuki did was cry. He even kept his destroyed home in shambles because he couldn’t find the motivation to do anything. If it wasn’t for Kirishima, Katsuki would have starved himself to death. The second week was just as bad. Nothing but a crying baby being taken care of by his best friend.
The third week is when Katsuki become a drunkard. He made Kirishima and the boys of the Bakusquad constantly take him out whenever. As long as the place served alcohol, he would go. He would go and drink himself to sleep. While he was intoxicated he would cry about how he misses you and how he was a terrible husband. He always said you deserved better but he was too in love with you to let you go. The 4th week was pretty much the same.
After a whole month without you, Katsuki threw himself into depression. For the entirety of the second month, he locked himself within the walls of his home. Thankfully, it was now considered a home environment once again after his dear friends cleaned the place up for him. Katsuki stayed inside all day, drank his soul away every night, and sobbed constantly. Constantly regretting how he neglected you, how he mistreated you, and how he hurt you. He doesn’t even know how he even brought himself to do that. Even though he’s been alone for almost 2 months, he still had hope that you would come back. That things would go back to normal and he would be a better husband to you, just like he promised.
Katsuki felt himself going mad and slipping away, but what pulled the trigger was what Kirishima brought to him on the 6th week.
Flashback
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?”
Katsuki looked down at the papers in his hands. Kirishima had walked in with a nervous and sad look on his face when he gave Katsuki the papers you had the red head deliver. “Sorry man...”
Katsuki shook as he stared at the divorce papers with wide eyes. He saw you already signed it and all the paper needed was his signature. His face grew dark as something in his mind snapped. Katsuki turned to his friend and instructed him to get out of his home.
“What? Man are you alright?” Kirishima said. He walked to his best friend and when he reached a hand out for him, Katsuki pulled on his arm and pushed him out the door. He slammed it shut and locked it as he looked at the papers.
A scary smile grew on the man’s face. His eyes grew crazy as he laughed maniacally. Hysterically. As if what he held was the most hilarious thing in the world. His palms began to spark as he used his quirk to destroyed the papers. The quick blast made his hair floof around a bit and when it was over, a pile of ashes lay at his feet.
“She-....she thinks she can leave me?” Bakugou began to walk to the framed picture on the coffee table. He picked up the picture of you both on your last anniversary and ran his finger over the image of you. “Poor Princess....you can’t leave me. You need me. Just as much as I need you. I mean..hehe...look at what I mess I’ve been. I can only assume you must be worse. But it’s okay, love...I’ll find you soon enough..and I’ll help you feel better,” he walked to his bedroom and layed down on the soft mattress as he held the frame close to his chest as he stared sinisterly at the ceiling, “and we’ll never be apart again.”
The 7th week was when it began. Katsuki took some time off of work. He was gonna be too busy for hero work. He had something much more important to do. He had to bring you home.
Katsuki spent the 7th week looking for information on you. He was up 24/7 reading all he can, talking to as many people as he can, and doing all the digging he could until he found you. Unfortunately for him but luckily for you, he found nothing. It pissed him off. How could you have completely erased your existence? Did you just go into hiding or was he not searching hard enough.
This time, the luck switched. Katsuki was just walking to the store when he looked to the far side and saw you in a cab. He had to do a double take to make sure he wasn’t mistaken but after a good glance and taking a picture for confirmation, he knew it was you. His body almost betrayed him as he almost went in to run after you but luckily his brain stopped him. He had to think. Katsuki hid in an alleyway nearby as he watched you from the side. When the driver continued down the road, that’s when he began to follow you. He used his hero training and quirk to keep up with the car. He followed you for miles until the cab finally stopped at some hotel. He watched you walk in and decided this was far enough.
He knew where you were now. He could wait a little longer before snatching you up. If he did it now in broad daylight, chaos would break out. He had to wait for the perfect moment to get you back. He was okay with waiting. He knew where you’ve been staying, how to get there, and knew what time you got back from wherever that cab picked you up. And then it hit him. The cab.
Katsuki went back to look at the picture he took of you in the cab and checked the license plate. With this information, he went home to find where the vehicle was.
Katsuki busted the door open to his home and ran straight to his in-home office. He went to log onto his work laptop that he used for hero work. The laptop contained the tools and websites that would allow him to find the cab. He finally reached the site he was looking for and went back to the picture. There, he typed in the license plate number.
“よ 57-342” he whispered aloud. Finally, he located the vehicle and went to find it. Katsuki followed the location until he found the house where the driver stayed. He waited in hiding, hoping someone would come out and hoped that the someone would be the driver. He waited and waited until finally, after almost 2 hours of waiting, a man came out. Katsuki quickly pulled up the picture and made sure it was the same person who was driving you, and to his luck, it was.
He quickly ran to the driver before he could get into the cab and pulled him into a dark corner. He slammed the man up against the wall and pulled up a picture of you. “Listen! You dropped this girl off at a hotel, I need to know where you picked her up! Tell me! Now!”
“W-whoa!” The driver exclaimed as he took notice of Katsuki’s identity. “Y-you’re Dynamight!”
Katsuki sucked his teeth at the fact that this guy knew who he was but then again, he wasn’t surprised. He was the number 2 hero after all. “Yeah! I am! Now tell me where you picked up my wife you dog-faced loser!” He screamed.
“Y-you’re wife??” The man looked at the picture and recognized you and the name you gave him. “Oh! M-Miss Y/N! Yes! Uh-..uh- I- she- I- ..I picked her up from a gym!” The man exclaimed.
“What gym?! Tell me!!!” Bakugou shouted at the man.
“I-I’m sorry! I don’t know if I can! She- she said she got divorced so how can I trust you’re her husband?!” The man shouted in fear.
“Are you calling me a liar?! I’m a fucking pro-hero! Why would I pull some bullshit like that! Tell me where my wife was! What?! Gym?!” Bakugou screamed once more. In fear, the man gave Katsuki the information he needed.
“Hosu Gym!” The man shook and Bakugou stared for a minute to scare the poor guy before dropping him to the ground. As he walked away, the man spoke up once more. “D-Dynamight, sir. I-If miss Y/N doesn’t want to see you..and you’re forcing information out of people..I’ll have to tell the authorities..sir.”
“You’re not gonna do a damn thing. You hear me?!” The pro screamed. Bakugou side eyed the man as he watched the driver get up from the ground.
“Sir. From the small conversation we had in the car, Miss Y/N said she was divorced-“
“We aren’t divorced!!” Bakugou said as he made a random explosion to intimidate the man. “We are still together, and she is still my wife, and none of this is any of your business!” Bakugou began to walk away but heard the driver grumble something under his breath that triggered something in his brain.
“I can see why she left a crazed man like you...” the driver mumbled. Katsuki quickly snapped his body to face the man and jumped on him. His burning hand found it’s way around the man’s neck and began to squeeze.
“The hell did you say?! You’re gonna wish you never said that you fucking fool, cuz now those are gonna be your last words!” Bakugou said before he activated an explosion and killed the man. Katsuki took deep breaths before realizing what he did and for some reason, he felt no remorse. And he knows why.
“That idiot should’ve known better than to talk about me and Y/N like that...s’his own fault he died.” Bakugou said before walking away from the gruesome scene. He acted like nothing happened as he made his way to Hosu Gym. He just needed to know what time your got there and when. Then, he could finally go home before continuing his plan for the next day.
The blonde decided to wait for some time before he went into the building. It was getting dark and so the gym would be closing soon. He waited and waited until finally, the place was empty. Empty except for the man who worked at the front desk.
Katsuki slipped in right before closing and hid himself in the locker room. He waited 10 minutes before going out and finding the one employee he saw. After exploring the area, Katsuki found the man sitting on a bench. He snuck up behind him, and pounced. He covered the man’s mouth as he tugged him into the back room. Once inside, The blonde threw the man in and locked the door to prevent anyone getting in or out.
“W-What is going on? D-Dynamight, what is happening?” The employee asked in fear. He assumed a threat was going on or some trouble was taking place outside of the gym. He had no idea the trouble was standing right in front of him.
“I need you to tell me when this lady came in.” Bakugou said and pulled up a picture of you. The man looked at the picture and shook his head.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t recognize-“
“YOU WILL! This woman came in here today and I need to know what time! TELL ME!” Bakugou screamed as he lit sparks in his palm. The man shook in fear at the hero’s booming voice and began to look harder. After a minute, he finally spoke.
“I- I remember. She came in hours ago! Sometime around 12 to 2!” The man said in hopes the yelling would stop. It didn’t.
“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! There’s a huge space in between! I need to know exactly what time she came in! Don’t you morons have a sign in?!” Bakugou screamed.
“We do! We do sir!” The man nodded his head in fear. Bakugou huffed before walking over to him and dragging him by his collar to seat him on the chair in front of the computer.
“Then get into your data base and FIND MY WIFE!” The blonde screamed. The worker nodded frantically before getting right into it. Bakugou watched his every move and the computer. He kept a sparkling hand right next to the man’s head to keep him intimidated as he worked. Eventually, Bakugou saw your profile picture on the screen when the man scrolled down. “Stop. Her. Check what time she came in.”
The man read the drafts and spoke. “1:30 p.m.”
Bakugou nodded before walking to the door and unlocking it. He turned to the trembling man and gave a quick warning with a sinister smile. “If I ever find out that you told anybody, even your own damn friends or family, about what happened tonight, I won’t hesitate to come back and kill you. Am I clear?”
The man gave a quick and jittery “y-yes sir!” As he watched the pro-hero leave the room. Once Bakugou was gone, the man let out a breath of relief and allowed the few tears he was holding back to fall. Bakugou Katsuki definitely struck fear into those of the lives he met.
With this simple information, Bakugou smirked as he walked out the gym doors. He knows where you live, what gym you go to, what day you go, and what time you arrive. You were always a very punctual person. You had a schedule and you followed it through and through. He completely trusted the fact that when he came back here next week, he would be sure to see you. All he had to do now was wait 7 days.
7 days have passed and Katsuki was waiting for your presence in the gym. After finding out you arrived at 1:30, he showed up almost an hour earlier at 12 just in case. He waited and waited for you to show. He was almost out of patience, but after seeing that it was only 1:00, he settled the slightest bit. It wasn’t until he took notice of a familiar figure at the desk.
The man Katsuki had threaten nights ago was shivering and shaking in his boots as he greeted people at the door. He was aware that the pro hero was in the building and after the incident of what went down that night, he was definitely scared for his life. Bakugou began to walk to the man and said man could feel a scary aura coming around. When he turned, he was greeted with the sight of a smirking Katsuki.
“Hey friend,” Bakugou said with his hands in his pockets.
The man jumped at the sound of his voice and his scary presence made his eyes teary. “H-Hello Dynamight.”
“Thought I’d just come by to warn you again. When Y/N walks through those doors, don’t you fucking dare try telling her about me or my presence here. Got that.....” Katsuki said looking down at the man’s name tag. “Hiro Itadori? ‘Cuz if you do, your body goes boom. Understand?”
“Y-Yes Sir!” Hiro said as he looked to the ground with wide eyes as he felt himself break into a cold sweat. Bakugou patted the man’s back, causing him to flinch but when the hero walked away right after, Hiro calmed down. Unfortunately, that only lasted for about a second before you walked in.
“Hello Hiro!” You joyfully said. Your voice reached the ears of your ex-husband. Or more so, your “supposed to be” ex-husband. His ears perked up and he smirked as he hid behind a corner wall, taking the view of you in.
“Y/N.” He whispered to himself. He smiled and a blush bloomed on his porcelain skin as he admired you from afar. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. If anything, your looks seemed to have only gotten better. He watched as the man nervously greeted you and allowed you to go through with your workout. Katsuki smirked as he knew the man gave no hint at him being there, and so he would be able to watch you in peace.
Katsuki wasn’t there to keep tabs on your workout and what exercises you did. He was there just to watch you. Of course, while doing so, he admired you, but he was there to gain selfish intel. He watched you from start to end. Once you finished he followed you to your next location. It was still early and so it was safe to assume you weren’t heading to bed yet. He followed you back to your hotel and waited in another area until you walked out again. Sure enough, you did.
For the rest of the day, Bakugou followed and stalked your every move. He watched where you work, where you spent your free time, he followed you to the new cafe you seemed to enjoy, and then he followed you back to your hotel. Instead of waiting in another area and watching from afar, Bakugou climbed the side of the building and watched you from your hotel balcony through the glass door. He payed attention to your every move and noted what time you went to bed. Satisfied with the day’s revelations, he went back to his own home.
Knowing this information, Katsuki was able to sleep a little more peacefully. For the next few weeks, Katsuki followed this procedure. He became a full time stalker, even going so far as to call out of work for some time to put his full attention in you. He watched you like a hawk. He took note of everywhere you went, where you ate, who you spoke to, and what you did. All of it became engraved into his brain.
Now, Katsuki stood at your balcony for the umpteenth time as he stared at your sleeping form. It was deep into the night and with the moonlight on his back, he found enough courage and craze to open the door. He walked in quietly and shut the door, blocking the chilly air from seeping in to awaken your unconscious state. He approached your bed and crouched down to meet your face.
“Still as perfect as ever,” he whispered as he removed a few strands of hair out of your face. His touch didn’t seem to startle you and Katsuki took it as your body naturally indulging in his familiar touch. He blushed at the feeling of your oh so soft skin as his fingertips grazed your pillowy cheeks. His hand finally cupped the side of your face as his thumb drew circles along your skin. Your head unconsciously nuzzled into his warmth like it used to and Katsuki couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry Teddy Bear...I’ll bring you home soon.”
With that, Katsuki leaned down and softly placed a kiss on your lips. This was the lightest kiss he ever bestowed upon you. The pressure and weight was similar to a feather and the blonde struggled to restrain himself once he came in contact. He craved more but his mind knew better. Reluctantly, he pulled away and removed his hand from your face. He walked away, back to the balcony to take his leave but not before turning to look back at you. “Real soon.”
You woke up to a sense of familiarity in your room. Although you were alone, you could’ve sworn there was this chilling presence. It was faint but it was there. Taking in a breath and looking around at your surroundings, you reluctantly got out of bed and got ready for the day.
You did the usual. Got ready, got dressed, had breakfast, and went about your day. You went to the market to picked up a few things and ended up staying much longer than you liked. You walked in during daylight and came out when the sun was setting. You sighed in disappointment.
“Guess I can skip the gym this one time. I might as well get back home, read a book or two..” you went on talking to yourself about your schedule. You walked with the groceries in hand as you enjoyed the scenery on your way back, however, even with the shining sun creating it’s golden hour with a beautiful purple sky, you couldn’t help but feel wary of the stillness in the wind.
‘Where the fuck is she?!’ Bakugou thought to himself. He waited at the gym all damn day. He waited and waited to see your beautiful face but you never showed. If he had known that you would’ve skipped out on the gym today he wouldn’t have came here and wasted his time. Today was supposed to be the day. The day you came home.
Shaking off his negative thoughts, Bakugou continued with his backup plan. Although it would hurt his soul to bring harm to his precious princess, he reminded himself that he was doing this for her. He’s been so broken for the past months, he could only imagine how destroyed you must be. Hurting you was his way of helping you.
And so, Bakugou made his way to your hotel, where he found himself standing infront of your glass door at your balcony. To his dismay, you weren’t there. He released a huff before climbing down and once again, began to wait. He waited and waited in hiding, constantly on the lookout for you. It’s hard to find you in the city when you don’t follow your daily schedule, but knowing where you currently resided to get your rest made his job much easier.
Finally, after some time, he heard the familiar and comforting sound of your humming voice as you sang a little song to yourself. Bakugou took the sight of you in and blushed at your beauty from afar. He allowed himself to soak in the sound of your pretty voice before making his move. “Sorry Princess.”
You finally made it to the hotel. After your long stroll, you couldn’t wait to get some rest. Except, the closer you got, the more tense you became. You could feel the suspenseful aura in the air and your pace soon slowed down. Eventually, you came to a stop as your nerves got the best of you.
“Hello?” You said in the wind. You looked around and saw nothing but the pitch black night illuminated by the street lights and stars.
“Is someone there?” You asked again, turning your head another direction. Nothing but leaves in the wind. You released a sigh and continued your walk but became startled due to the sound of squirrels fighting in the trees.
“Ah!” You screamed and dropped your bag. After taking notice of the two animals going at it, you chuckled to yourself and turned to pick up your bag, unfortunately being startled once again at the sight of shoes in front of you. “AH!”
You jumped back in fear and took a fighting stance before you settled and relax at the sight of your supposed ex-husband. “Bakugou..it’s just you.”
“Mm, nope.” Bakugou said as he bent down to pick up your bag and hand it to you. “It’s Katsuki.”
His words sent your eyes rolling as you took your bag back with a hesistant hand. Something seemed..off.
“Not anymore. Thanks for the help. Bye.” You attempted to walk on to your hotel entrance but his arm stopped you.
“What? That’s it? Thanks? Bye?” Bakugou asked while gently pushing your body back in front of him. “We should talk, Y/N.”
“There’s nothing to talk abou-“
“There is.” Bakugou said with a firm voice, grabbing your full attention. Seeing your doe eyes look at him with caution caused him to settle. Bakugou sighed through his nose and allowed his hands to rest on your waist. “I miss you, Y/N. I want you to come back home.”
You shook your head at the idea and scrunched your eyes as you tried to step out of his hold. “Bakugou..”
“Hear me out, okay? It won’t be like last time, Teddy Bear-“
“You don’t know that-“
“I do. Because I’m going to try harder for you and I’m going to hold onto you and I’m not gonna ruin us for a second time. I still love you Y/N. I always have and I always will.” Bakugou sweetly said. You looked at him with the same eyes of caution before you placed your hands over his, giving him a sign of hope.
“I’m sorry, Bakugou,” you said, pulling his hands off of your waist. “I sent divorce papers. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I don’t love you anymore.”
“You don’t mean that.” Bakugou said with full confidence. Although you pulled his hands away from your waist, you still allowed him to keep a hold on your own hands.
“...I should.” You said looking down. With each word of denial, Bakugou took a step closer, invading your personal space. “You should get going-“
“No, Y/N-“
“Bakugou-“
“Baby. I know you still want me. I know you still love me and I know you’re excited that I’m back. I love you...and you love me. So just admit it.” He said, inches away from your face. You stared in his eyes with a look of longing...and a hint of love. He was right. You did still love him. But after the neglect and harm he’s brought you, you didn’t know if you did want to go back. You didn’t know.
Sensing your hesistation, Bakugou slowly moved in to close the gap between you two. His hands let go off yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His face inched closer to yours and when you didn’t stop him, he continued. Finally, he gently placed his lips upon your own and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel something again. His kisses always brought a comforting feeling of butterflies in your stomach and after a second of feeling his warm lips, you kissed him back. Your hands found way around his neck as you pulled him in deeper and you could feel Bakugou smile into the kiss. It was hot and passionate. You were out in the open but for a moment it felt like no one else in the world existed. You would’ve gotten lost in the kiss had it not been for you remembering the situation you were in with the man.
Reluctantly, you gently pushed Bakugou off of you, but he still managed to press his forehead to your own. “Katsuki...you should go home.”
“Not without you.” He softly said. You shook your head as you completely pushed him off of you and gathered your things.
“Please...just go.” You said and began to walk away but Bakugou held onto your arm to stop you from moving any further.
“I’m not leaving without you, Y/N. Come home.” He stated.
“Bakugou! Just leave!” You shouted as you turned to him. When you faced the blonde man, you were shocked to see a crazed smile decorating his face.
“Too bad. I’m not asking Y/N. I’m telling. You’re coming home with me. Tonight.” He said and you scoffed at him with slight fear.
“You’re crazy!” You said and tried to shake his hold off of you, but of course failed.
“About you? Yes.” He said as he pulled you in closer. You squirmed against his hold until he pressed you in his chest and kept you in his grasp. You continued to fight against him but he grabbed your face with one hand to force you to stop and look at him.
“Let me go!”
“Listen! You either come home with me the easy way..or my way.” He warned. You looked at him with fear laced all around your face as you watched his insane side surface. You began to squirm again and fight once more.
“I’m not going!” You spat. Bakugou just released a simple laugh before caressing the side of your face.
“Yes. You are.” With that, the gentle hand on the side of your face formed into a first as he swung and knocked you out. You dropped unconscious in his hold and Bakugou was quick to carry you princess style and walk away, abandoning your groceries on the sidewalk.
“Shoulda listened. Cant believe you forced me to hurt you like that, baby.” Bakugou spoke to your unconscious state as he walked back home through dead city streets. “Don’t worry though, I’ll take care of you once we make it back. And then, we’ll never be apart again. I promise.”
You awoke to chains being locked on your wrist that were tied against a headboard. You layed on a large mattress in a dark room with a dim light. As you looked around, you recognized the familiar place. The place you used to make love for hours with your ex-husband. The place where movie dates and cuddle sessions were a must. The place you locked yourself in before leaving your last relationship. Katsuki’s bedroom.
You tried to jump out of bed but the restraints pulled you back down. You tried to scream and only muffled sounds could be heard. Katsuki taped your mouth shut. You tried using your quirk but it didn’t work. You looked to your restraints and saw the cuffs he used to hold you were quirk restraining cuffs. With nothing else to do, you tossed and turned in the bed as you allowed the muffled sounds to be as loud as they could. Eventually, the ruckus you were making brought the attention of your captor. Katsuki Bakugou.
Hearing all the noise, Bakugou busted opened the door to be met with your frustrated and teary eyes. You glared at him as he smirked at your locked up state. He took the opportunity to walk up to you and caress your face.
“I’m so sorry I had to hit you baby,” he said leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. “But you left me with no choice. All you had to do was come home on your own free will and I wouldn’t have had to do all that.”
You began to tremble with anger and fear as you stared up at the man. Your teary eyes challenged his insane rubies as he sat on the side of the bed.
“How does it feel to be back? Hm?” He asked, ripping off the tape. You groaned at the pain and grew sick as you saw Bakugou pervertedly lick his lips at the sound. You leaned back and huffed with heavy breath before answering him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?! Let me go!” You screamed. He only looked at you in confusion as another sinister smile took place on his lips.
“Why would I do that, Teddy Bear?” He asked, allowing his thumb to create sweet and soft circles on your cheek.
“I don’t want you anymore Katsuki! I don’t want to be with you!” Bakugou merely raised a brow at your words and continued to listen. “You burned me-“
*SMACK*
You looked at the man in front of you with fear and shock written on your face. Your cheek stung as your face now turned to the side but Bakugou quickly changed that by taking you by your chin to make you face him and wrapped a hand around your neck, chocking you. You gasped for air as Bakugou’s smirk became replaced with a frown and his brows became pointed.
“How dare you?! You’re asking what’s wrong with me but what the hell is wrong with you?! You left me, for months, Y/N. I was heartbroken. I was basically dead with you gone. I did you a fucking favor bringing you back. If I was so fucked, I can only imagine how horrible you must’ve been feeling. You’re lucky I came and save you. Saved us. And now, we can be happy again.” He explained.
“K-...Katsuki-..p-please!” You forced out, trying to beg for air.
“SHUT UP! I saved you, Y/N. So don’t even try to mention the little accident that happened so long ago, baby. Now you can forgive me. And don’t worry..I’m ready to listen to all the apologies you surely have for me...even if I have to choke them out of you.” He seethed with his hand tightening. Your eyes began to pop as the blood flow began to fill your face. Your eyes turned red as you struggled for air.
“I-...I-I’m..K-Katsuki! ...I’m sorry!” You shouted as best as you could. Luckily for you, the second you did, Bakugou’s hand lost its grip and simply rested on your neck. You choked and coughed as you relished in the sweet taste of oxygen. He smiled and leaned down to give your lips a sweet peck to shut you up and tapped your cheek before he walked to the door. Before leaving, he turned around to look at you and give you your official welcome back.
“I’m glad you’re home, baby. Can’t believe you really tried leaving. You’re mine, Y/N. And you always will be....don’t forget it.”
He slammed the door shut, walking away from the room with a smile. And you?
You cried.
A/N: Back by popular demand, we have part 2 to “What Have I Done.” How was it? In my opinion the beginning SUCKED! But I promise it’ll get better! The story will focus on Y/N and Bakugou’s new lives now so stay tuned and I hope you guys enjoyed it!
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