#i liked this piece when i first made it but now that im lookin at it again ...................Hm.
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DRESS | JD14
wherein singer!y/n shocks her fans when she reveals her relationship with a person her fans obviously didn’t expect, f2 driver, jack doohan.
↳ TYPE: ig au
↳ PAIRING: jack doohan x singer!reader (face claim: aespa’s karina)
↳ DETAILS AND WARNINGS: fluff/romance
↳ AUTHOR’S NOTE: some drafts i’ve written/made, just needed to clean up the drafts. there’s more but i’ll edit them first before i post em! enjoy ❤️
this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © newuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.
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yourusername last moments with my black hair 🥹 any guesses which color i’m choosing? (it’s my first time dyeing my hair i’m nervous 😓)
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yourbffsig i think you’ll look good without hair :D
yourusername i’m blocking you!! 🫵
yourbffsig KIDDING!! love youu 😌
yourusername love u 🙄
user omg queen!! what if you go blonde 🥺
user i can’t see her going blonde though, it’s a bad idea 😩 purple would look good!
user the day y/n dyes her hair is the day i go insane.
user no because she literally has one of the healthiest hair i’ve ever seen and now she’s planning on dyeing it 😭 what if the hairdresser sabotages her hair and she ends up bald
user GIRL WHY ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF HER GOING BALD IM CRYINGF
user maam what if you bleach your hair 😌
user STFU FONT GIVE HER IDEAS IM GONNA BAWL
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jackdoohan happy to come away from the #spanishgp with a p2 and most importantly solid championship points, let’s keep it rolling into monaco next weekend! #f2
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user still can’t believe you cut off your hair 😭 i’m still mourning over it, jack.
user congrats mate! 👏🏻
user 🔥🔥
56 weeks ago
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yn.updates y/n seen today in barcelona with a bleached hair 🎀 sources said she came with her best friend to watch both f1 and f2 races!
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user sometimes i forget her best friend is literally a nepo baby, a fia nepo baby to be exact
user huh what
user yeah lol her dad’s one of the board of directors of fia! she was often seen in the paddock when she was young and i think she’s close with mick as there’re some pictures of them both in and out of the paddock!
user WHATTTTT
user WHERE TF IS THAT GIRL WHO SAID Y/N GOING BLONDE IS NOT A GOOD IDEA
user i apologize 😔
user ok but like whats the reason behind her bleaching her hair 🤨
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yourusername 22 coming your way 😉
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user WHAT.
user OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG Y/N ALBUM!!!!!!
user OOOOO SHE LOOKIN GOOD 👀
user WHAT THE FUCK IS JACK DOOHAN DOING IN HER LIKES !!!!
user it’s so random pls
user 😭 icb it’s a canon event lmfao
user i think it’s because they met(?) each other in barcelona! i think her bff introduced them to each other 😄
user why haven’t i heard that y/n went to the gp 😧 i was literally there
user she went there for a music video filming i think, she just went to the race during her break she said it during one of her ig lives hahaha
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[ T I M E S K I P ; A YEAR LATER ]
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yourusername it’s been a little over a year since 22 was released! as you all know, i’ve written my first full album last 2022 and it has a special place in my heart, as the title song tells the story about being young and carefree ❤️ thank you all so much for all the love you’ve given 22 ✨ as a thank you, i’ve released a new song titled DRESS, which is now available to all streaming platforms!
i’d like to express my deepest gratitude to my label, my manager, my friends, my family and last but not least, my muse–the reason behind this piece, jackdoohan 🤍 this is for you, my jacko!! happy anniversary to us, my racer <3
enjoy the surprise song, everyone! sending you all love, xo.
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user y/n??? jack??? what???
user WHY NOW WHEN I’M ALREADY COMFY IN BED!!!
user y/n, when was this???
user im so confused rn
user I AM IN CONFUSION, EXPLAIN, Y/N, EXPLAIN!!!!!
user can jack fight tho 🤨
user NOT ME LOSING Y/N TO JACK DOOHAN 💔💔
user this wasnt on my bingo card this year
yourbffsig congratulations lovie!! happy for you and jack 🥰 thank me yall hahaha happy anniversary and stay in love!! 🤍✨
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mickschumacher loved the song, y/n!! happy for both of you 🤍
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jackdoohan happy anniversary, angel 🤍 i love you and all the songs and poems you’ve written for me 😍
yourusername love you soooo much, jacko 💞
user SONGS?!?!?! THERE’S MORE?!?!?
yourusername will be released soon 🤫
user WHAT THE HECK!!!
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jackdoohan so amazed to see you on stage tonight, beautiful. you looked absolutely stunning and happy doing what you love. congratulations on your first concert, i love you ❤️
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yourusername crying!! you really surprised me when i saw you in the crowd 🥺 i almost didn’t finish the song and was thinking of running straight to you!!
yourusername the flowers are pretty btw!! 😍
jackdoohan just like you ;)
yourusername OH??
mickschumacher there are children on this app.
yourbffsig tell them to go away, let these two be in love!!
user oh idk which one i wanna be...do i wanna be jack or do i wanna be y/n
user he came right after his race yall, and on her concert’s first night. if he wants to, he would.
user damn it, when will i be in love... GOD I SEE WHAT YOU DO TO OTHERS ?! WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN !!
user the hand placement yall :( hand fucking placement!!!!
user jack is SOOOO in love 🥺
user “you looked absolutely stunning and happy doing what you love” haha guess who will sleep on the highway tonight haha
user you 🤝 me
#jack doohan imagine#jack doohan x reader#f2 imagine#f2 x reader#f2 instagram au#formula 2 imagine#formula 2 x reader#formula 2 x you#jack doohan x yn
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Hi
(this is just an ask for more underangel's content.)
oh dear. ive been stalling writing for this specific au for such a long time,,,,
UnderAngel Lore
or. um. options for it, you get to decide whats canon ? i hope u know i could be lying. or not
i wont be able to make a long lore post (like keepertale's) because. um. although this AU is older than underpills, it's gone (+ going) through SO MANY changes even i cant list them all down
the core plot of underangel is "what if there was never a war between humans and monsters?" its somewhat like ?? a complete opposite of underfell
Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS.
One day, the humans threatened the monsters, who did not want to fight, much less a war.
Surrendering themselves, the monsters were sealed underground with a magic spell.
this au is focused on sans and his identity as a human turned monster kinda deal, he and papyrus are "undead" and were resurrected by toriel (to see if resurrection is possible) and gaster (to find the limits of healing magic)
they were taken in by gaster after the resurrection thing (since he was the one who proposed the experiment in the first place) but after gaster "dies" they dont really remember ANYTHING about themselves because all their knowledge came from him. they just have this sorta nagging feeling that theyre Not Really Monsters yknow
sans has always been the centre of the au (even back when it was still called underheaven, and there was even a heavenfell,,,,) heres doodles of what i remember them lookin like
but ACTUALLY
this au focuses on chara and their internal conflict as the main reason monsters almost went to war.
see, the story goes somewhat like this:
When the "heart-of-gold trophy child" Chara started "misbehaving" after a game of hide and seek with Asriel, the Monster King's son, humans decided to stop the charade of acceptance.
It started with a simple threat toward Asgore and his kingdom. His advisor seemed very... very favourable of war, but he only wanted peace between his people and the humans.
So in order to avoid war, he decided to surrender before the humans could so much as scratch his family.
Despite the sacrifice separating Asriel and Chara made for peace, Chara decides to run and find a way to go to Mt. Ebott and reunite with their family.
they (and asriel !!) serve as frisk's guide throughout the underground and they get to understand the history of it through exploring, but also chara's insights on certain things (you can tell i like the narrator chara theory) they even have a sit down where they talk about their feelings about being stuck underground
chara is actually in their late thirties now (baby face :/ im envious)
HAHA SIKE !
its ACTUALLY about the mystery of the former royal scientist and the six (dead) fallen children
frisk finds the mysterious grey door in room 268 and is met with a deformed phantom of gaster, he does not speak nor does he move, and when frisk reaches out to try and touch his hand, he flashes a big smile and disappears.
frisk then goes around the underground asking if they know someone who looks like that, and pieces together that it was the royal scientist after speaking to gaster's followers in hotland (this guy rlly met all of them. in one run. damn)
(side note angel!gaster is like. a multiverse therapist now. i call that "au" or his little corner of the multiverse outcode counseling)
ANYWAY
u can choose which of these are canon or like. which of these arent. or maybe NONE of them are canon and this whole post is a lie
oh but underangel always ends in a genocide run
#underangel#underangel lore#undertale au#UGHHHH I DONT WANNA TAG ALL THE CHARACTERS#underangel sans#sans au#underangel chara#chara au#underangel frisk#frisk au#underangel gaster#gaster au#sid art#sid ocs#sid answers#youre not gonna believe this but all my lore posts go through like three copyreading phases to make sure i get ALL the details correct.#the capitalisation. the colour. the everything.#but SOMEHOW i STILL MANAGE TO SCREW UP HGHFGHRHGHR
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A/N: you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @bakedcrispss - thanks so much!! ♡
spoilers: set in season 4
Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader
What You Deserve
Singing was something you absolutely loved to do, so much so that you often found yourself doing it subconsciously. It wasnt unusual for people to walk over to wherever you were and finding you singing away to yourself. By no means were you the best, but it kept your spirits up, and it made other people happy too. You were quite surprised by the amount of people who would find you singing and would choose to stand and listen rather than interrupt you, they’d simply wait until you noticed their presence. It was a little frightening at first, but the fact you could provide a simple moment of joy to people in the midst of the apocalypse soon helped you grow comfortable with it.
More often than not, you start singing when doing everyday tasks. Admittedly, in the apocalypse “everyday tasks” arent usually the appropriate occasion for singing, so it’s only really when the group have found a place to stay that you’ve fallen back into your old habit. The prison does add a very nice echo to your voice.
You shake Judith’s formula in her bottle idly, standing with your back to the door as you prepared her bottle.
“Friday night and the lights are low, lookin’ out for a place to go.” The lyrics pass your lips at a volume that is by no means obnoxious, you arent really putting any effort in, it’s hardly a performance.
“Where they’ll play the right music, getting in the swing, you come to look for a-“ A sudden clattering against the floor makes you jump, and you turn to face it. Apparently you’d been so lost in your thoughts that you hadnt even heard the door open, because Daryl is standing in the doorway with his arms full, carrying a bag of metallic looking things. The culprit of the noise appeared to be one of the metal things that was now on the floor next to Daryl’s foot.
“Sorry.” He apologises awkwardly as he picks up the piece of pipe that had fallen from his bag. You smile at him.
“No harm done! You need any help?” You ask, gesturing to the bag he’s carrying and knowing there’s probably more where that came from, last time you saw him was the previous day when he’d left for a run.
“Naw, ‘s okay. Thanks though.” Daryl nods at you, adding sincerity to his already heartfelt words, and you nodded back at him. He starts walking towards the cells, but he stops and turns to you just before he reaches the doorway. “Wha’s that you were singin’?”
Your eyes widen and your cheeks flush pink, you hadnt thought that Daryl had been standing there long enough to hear you, let alone that he’d made an effort to listen.
“Uh, Abba.” You tell him, and he nods again.
“Thought so.” He answers, and you cross your arms, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Is Daryl Dixon an Abba fan? Well, I’ll be!” You tease, and he scoffs at you, a small playful smile on his face as he continues walking towards the cells.
Spinning back around, you pick Judith’s bottle up and head for Beth’s cell, knowing that’s where Judith will most likely be. On your way there, though, an idea pops into your head. An idea so utterly ridiculous, so out of place in the world today...you couldnt possibly resist. As you reach Beth’s cell, a bright smile has overtaken your face.
“What’s got you smilin’ so big?” Beth asks, amusement lacing her words as she rocks Judith.
“I need you and Maggie for a run.” You tell her simply as you pass her Judith’s bottle, and Beth’s eyes widen.
“When? For what?” She questions.
“In a few minutes, and for...something.” The look on your face is mischievous, and Beth cannot possibly argue with you. She sighs.
“I’ll have Carol watch Judith, I’ll go tell Daddy Im gonna be gone.” She says, and you squeal, stepping into her cell to hug her, very gently considering Judith is still in her arms.
When you try to leave the cell block to go and find Maggie, Daryl steps out of his cell and grabs your arm.
“You goin’ out for a run? You want some help?”
His concern for you makes your heart melt, and you choose not to address his eavesdropping because you can see how embarrassed he is about it from the look on his face, he just cares about you.
Shaking your head at him, you give him your warmest smile. “I’ll be back soon, try not to miss me too much, yeah?”
Daryl rolls his eyes and does his playful scoff at that, letting go of your arm and heading back into his cell, making you laugh as you jog out of the cell block.
“You need us both for a run right now?” Maggie asks you, completely perplexed by what you could possibly need.
Glenn stands beside her, frowning in confusion at his wife and her best friend. As if proving your relationship with her on the spot, you give her the eyes, telling her everything she needs to know. Maggie gasps, her hands raising to cover her mouth before she hugs you excitedly.
“Oh gosh, we’ve gotta go! Now!” She exclaims, giving the still confused Glenn a quick kiss before grabbing your hand and sprinting for the car, where Beth is waiting.
The drive to the closest town could not have felt longer, but as soon as you reached it, the three of you leapt from the car and started running to the first clothing store you could find. Noticing a sign on one of the walls, you point to it.
“Summer collection coming soon, so it’s gotta be in the store rooms still!”
Maggie and Beth nod, and the three of you head for the back of the store. After stabbing what looked like the remains of a member of staff in the temple, you were able to make it to the store rooms, and sure enough you found boxes of exactly what you were looking for: dresses. And, even better, ones that hadnt been on display, so they didnt have any blood stains!
Maggie secures the front of the store so that no walkers can sneak up any of you, and once that‘s done, you all pick out any dresses that you like and go to changing rooms to try them on. It was like a post-apocalyptic version of a coming of age movie! While you were there, you confessed your plan to your two best friends, and they both lost their minds. Part of you wanted to keep it a secret, but you had to tell them so that they could give you moral support, and also because they needed to help you pick a dress that was fit for the occasion. And as if the scene wasnt already like a movie, when you walked out in a particular summer dress your two best friends gasped dramatically and nodded, telling you that this was the right one. With that, the three of you piled back into the car with your new dresses. Naturally, you raided some of the other stores while you were there so that you could cover up what you were actually doing, and so the rest of the group didnt think dress shopping was a total waste of gas.
By the time you get back, the sun is setting. Daryl is with Carl at the gate, helping him open it. At the sight of him, you frown. Daryl doesnt have first watch tonight and he isnt talking to anyone in particular, why is he by the gate at all? His reasons are made very clear when you step out of the car and Daryl is running up to you.
“You alright? Anythin’ happen out there?” He asks, and you watch as his eyes check over you for injuries.
You’re somewhat avoiding eye contact because you hadnt been prepared for this immediate confrontation, and also the dresses are in bags in the trunk of the car, so Daryl could very easily find them if he looked.
“Im fine Daryl, really, nothing happened! Only ran into a couple of walkers, but we handled it.” You tell him, and he breathes a sigh of relief.
“Good. What’d ya get?” Daryl nods in the direction of the trunk, and you’re about to stop him when you see Beth and Maggie carrying the bags into the cell blocks already. Thank god.
“Oh, nothing really!” You answer Daryl’s question, and he frowns at you, definitely not believing you.
“You had to go out on a run real quick for nothin’?” His tone is a little accusing, it only makes you feel more guilty for not admitting the truth to him, but you cant!
“Yeah..?”
Daryl takes a moment to reply, and when he does it isnt a verbal one. He nods at you, but it isnt the kind, sincere nod he usually gives you. It’s the distant one, the slightly sad one. Before you can say anything else, he’s gone into the prison. He thinks that you’re deliberately not telling him because it isnt his business, and by extension he thinks that he’s been wrong about how close the two of you are and as a consequence he’s accidentally overstepped. You run your hands through your hair and lean against the car. You cant leave him in that state for the night.
After carrying the remaining supplies inside, you dart outside to the field to grab something before heading to Daryl’s cell. Since there’s no door, you have to verbalise.
“Knock knock.” You say quietly, and he doesnt respond, which you expect.
Pushing the curtain back slightly, you step into Daryl’s cell gingerly, to find him sitting on his bunk going through the bag of metal he’d had earlier, which you now recognise to be car parts. He doesnt look up at you as you enter, he’s doing his best to act like he doesnt even know you’re there.
“I cant tell you what I got on the run today, but you will find out soon, I promise. Forgive me?” You ask, holding out the small bunch of flowers you’d just picked for him.
Daryl side-eyes the flowers, then his eyes glance up to meet yours, and his gaze visibly softens.
“Alright, yer forgiven. Aint my business anyway, I should be the one askin’ you to forgive me.” He admits bashfully as he shyly takes the flowers from you and places them on a small cloth on top of a table next to his bunk.
You shake your head and sit down on his bunk beside him. “You know I’d usually tell you, we’re best friends. This time you’ve just gotta hold on a little before knowing. Do you think you can handle that?” You ask as you rest your head on Daryl’s shoulder.
He nods, but doesnt say anything. You can tell that the physical contact has shocked him, it does whenever you have the confidence to give him affection. Still, you dont want to make him uncomfortable, so after a minute or so you rise to your feet.
“Night, Dixon.” You say to him as you look over your shoulder, and he smiles after you.
“Sweet dreams.”
The following morning, you are pacing the length of the cell block while Beth and Maggie try to calm you down.
“You can do this, (Y/N), it’ll be perfect!” Beth encourages.
Maggie nods. “He wont be able to resist!”
You sigh and straighten out your dress as you turn to them. “Do I look okay?”
They both nod viciously and approach you, showering you with compliments. After Daryl wished you sweet dreams last night, you did anything but that. You were tossing and turning with nerves, and this morning you’re a million times worse.
“And Rick definitely knows?” You ask, glancing between Beth and Maggie, who both nod again, and you start taking deep breaths.
“Okay, okay, I’ve got this.” You tell yourself.
“We’ll help you if you get nervous!” Beth says, and Maggie agrees, both of them taking ahold of one of your hands as the three of you head out of the prison.
“DARYL DIXON!” You call.
Daryl’s eyes leave Rick, who had thankfully stuck to the plan and kept Daryl standing with him and talking in the middle of the prison field. When his eyes land on you, even from a distance you see his entire body react to the sight of you. The flowery, flowing summer dress you were wearing that hung off your shoulders was definitely the right plan.
“Yeah?” Daryl calls back, but you’re closer now, so he doesnt need to yell quite like you did.
“I have something to tell you!” You announce.
Daryl glances around as the rest of the group gathers. Oh dear, Rick must’ve passed on the news.
“What?” Daryl asks you.
“I’ve never been much good at talking, so I figured there was another way I could do this.” You clear your throat and straighten your dress again, feeling Maggie and Beth’s comforting presence behind you, as well as Daryl’s eyes burning into you. Here goes.
“Honey, honey, how you thrill me, aha, honey, honey.” Your voice is much quieter than it usually is, but this is a proper performance, and you are very nervous.
“Honey, honey, nearly kill me, aha, honey, honey...” You start to rapidly lose confidence, but Beth and Maggie lean forward and start the next line with you in support.
“I'd heard about you before.” They let you carry on after that, since you get back on track.
“I wanted to know some more.” Your eyes meet Daryl’s again, and he is beyond flustered. You cant tell if it’s because he knows the song or if it’s because you’re literally serenading him, probably both.
“And now I know what they mean, you're a love machiiiiine, oh, you make me dizzy!” You smile at him, and his cheeks are enflamed, he shuffles from foot to foot and avoids your eyes briefly.
“Honey, honey, let me feel it, aha, honey, honey.” You cover your face with your hands as you sing that line and the group laughs, realising just how sexual that line sounds.
And that isnt the only time the lyrics force you to hide away shyly. Later on in the same verse, your face is covered by your hands again.
“Honey, honey, touch me baby, aha, honey, honey...Honey, honey, hold me baby, aha, honey, honey.” It’s only after this line that you’re able to peak through your fingers at Daryl, who seems to be far more comfortable now that you are the one that’s shy. With that in mind, you drop your hands from your face and beam at him.
“You look like a movie star, but I like just who you are.” You sing, and Daryl’s hands fumble with his jacket.
“And honey, to say the least, you're a dog-gone beast.” You wink at him, causing the group to cheer.
“Honey, honey, how you thrill me, aha, honey, honey. Honey, honey, nearly kill me, aha, honey, honey. I'd heard about you before...” The song starts to slow, and you emphasise the words you’re singing by taking equally slow steps towards Daryl as you sing.
“I wanted to know some more, now I'm about to see what you mean to me.” You bite your lip as you look up at him.
“Did I get my point across?” You ask him, sounding way too casual for someone who just serenaded him.
“Uh, yah, I’d say so.” Daryl answers, his voice a little hoarse.
“Good. No hard feelings if you dont feel the same, I’ll give you some time to think, come talk to me later when we dont have an audience!” Without another word, you skip away from him, the group cheering and applauding you as Maggie and Beth pull you into a proud hug, assisting you in walking back to the prison since your legs arent the most stable after that.
By the time Daryl has come to terms with what you did, you’re back in the cell block, up on the second floor rocking Judith. Daryl knows that’s exactly what you’re doing because as soon as he enters the cell block, he can hear you singing again, but much quieter than before. He follows the sound of your voice, and sure enough, you’re smiling down at Judith as you sing to her.
“Chiquitita, you and I cry, but the sun is still in the sky and shining above you. Let me hear you sing once more like you did before, sing a new song, Chiquitita.”
Daryl stands at the foot of the stairs and listens for a little while, letting your voice hypnotise him until the urge to be at your side is too strong to fight. He ascends the staircase quietly, not wanting to make you jump again, but somehow you sense his presence. You turn to smile at him as soon as he’s at the top of the stairs with you.
“Hey.” You greet him softly, rocking the now sleeping Judith as you walk her over to her makeshift cardboard box crib.
“You look real pretty in that dress, y’know.” Daryl says, his voice quiet both out of nervousness and consideration for the little ass kicker who’s snoozing in the corner.
Your smile widens, your cheeks flushing pink as you cast your gaze down, leaning against the wall. “Thank you.”
Daryl cant hold back his curiosity any longer. “Why’d you do it...in front of everyone?”
It takes a second for your confidence to return to you after his compliment, but as soon as it does you meet his eyes again. “If Im willing to literally serenade you, risking humiliating myself when you inevitably reject me, there’s no way you can doubt how I feel about you. I think you deserve to be loved proudly, Daryl, and Im in no way embarrassed or ashamed by my feelings towards you.” You admit, your voice completely even because despite being nervous, you couldnt be more honest in what you’re saying.
Daryl nods slowly, and comfortable silence ensues for a moment, until he speaks up again. “Interestin’ that you got shy singin’ about wantin’ me to touch you, but you could wink at me when callin’ me a ‘beast’.” His boldness truly shocks you, and you struggle to reply for a second.
You blink rapidly. “Well, yeah.”
“Why?” He asks.
“Everyone is fully aware you’re a sexy beast Daryl, I have no reason to get shy over gospel truths.” You explain, and Daryl scoffs. “Are you gonna change the conversation topic again to try and deflect my compliments?” You question, and this time he meets your eyes with a fiery expression.
“Aint used to it is all.” He spits, a little more aggressive than he meant to.
“Im always complimenting you!” You retort.
“Yeah, but ‘s different now, you know that.” He tells you, and you nod.
“The same can be said for your compliments, but I dont deflect them.” You reply, and Daryl shakes his head, avoiding eye contact with you.
“Naw, my compliments have always meant the same.” He admits
“What are you saying, Daryl?” You ask, but he shakes his head again.
“I cant sing, but ‘m no good at talkin’ neither, how am I meant to do this?” Daryl’s visibly struggling, he’s fidgeting with discomfort, wiping his palms on his jeans, and you can see he wants to tell you, but he cant.
You take the few steps necessary to reach him, and you gently hold one of his hands, forcing him to look at you in his shock response to physical affection. Smiling up at him, you give him one simple request.
“Kiss me?”
Daryl’s eyes darken at your words, his gaze darting from your lips to your eyes. He leans in ever so slowly, and when he decides to speak again, he’s so close to you that his lips brush yours as he talks.
“Now, that I can do.”
Daryl kisses you so softly, his hand letting go of yours to move to the small of your back, the other holding the side of your face, cradling you with so much care. He’s holding you like you’re made of glass, or the most precious, delicate gem that he’s so terrified of breaking. He pulls away briefly, the hand that’s holding your face tucks some hair behind your ear.
“You really meant what you said? I mean, sang?” Daryl fumbles, and you nod, grinning up at him.
“Every word, honey.”
This time, you lean up to kiss him, and if everything you’d done today wasnt enough, Daryl’s heart was on the brink of exploding. Here he was, being kissed by his dream girl, the love of his life, after she’d gone out and risked her life to get a pretty dress so that she could sing him an Abba song in the middle of the end of the world. Daryl Dixon may have angel wings on his back most of the time, but the only angel he’d ever known was the one that stole his heart, and he was forever grateful that in return, you gave him yours.
#daryl dixon#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon imagine#imagine#imagines#x reader#fanfic#fanfiction#headcannon#headcannons
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2 and 13 for whoever's on your mind!
Thank you for the ask! im gonna go with Sable, from Animal Crossing <3
(for context, my S/I is a wolf in this 'verse!)(My answers are in blue, hers are in purple!)
2. (petnames?)
Oh, I call her just about anything under the sun! Babe, Sweetheart, Darling, anything goes! For goofier names, it's usually about 67% genuine and 33% to make her roll her eyes at me! Recently I've somehow started going *Borat voice* 'Mai Wife' and she thinks it's soooooo funny! I love herrrrrr!!!
Ah, I tend to use more traditional petnames. Dear, Darling, stuff like that. 'Honey' finds itself in use somewhat infrequently. I've also, ah, started picking up habits from friends, and so occasionally I'll call it 'Sugar'
13. (what physical features stand out?)
HER PAAAAAAWS! HER CUTE LIL PAWS!!!!! Like, okay hear me out. as cute as her drowsy eyes, round ears, and pointed snout are, her paws are where it's at! first of all, they're cute and small, as previously discussed.
but SECONDLY, they are so so skilled. The way she deftly sews a piece of fabric feels like magic! It's like watching a wizard bring a creature to life. And her paws are always a bit scuffed, a rough from caring for her younger siblings, and just lookin' at em you can tell what kind of animal she is inside: hardworking, dutiful, and loyal! And that's why i love her paws.
Dear...
I said what I said! Now, your turn! what do you love about me?
Hm... Well, I'd like to say your eyes. They're very kind, and wiser than your demeanor suggests.
But truthfully? It's your tail. That distinctly canine feature... I can always tell just how you're feeling. I mean, yes it's a beautiful tail, you have a very thick and luxurious coat, but it's more about how you express yourself with it.
I don't think I've ever told you this, but when you were first coming into the shop, I could tell how happy you were to be talking with me. You were never curt or impolite to Mable, but it was only once I started opening up to you that your tail started wagging! It made me feel very... seen, I suppose. Appreciated. And now that we're together, it still makes me feel that way, because I can see your tail wag furiously when we see each other!
Thank you again for asking!!!
#ask#pointed love#blackheartbiohazards#SORRY TO RAMBLE LMAO I HAVE A TENDENCY TO TREAT THESE LIKE A WRITING EXERCISE#but this was so much funnnnn
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#it’s colby’s hand around nate’s neck for me
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
feeling very blocked at the moment and would love to hear some requests!!! let me know what you want to see!!!
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#4
happy valentine’s day miss skye 🫂💌
omg thank you🥺🥺🥺 happy valentines days!!!!!!!!!!!!
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#3
guys im in my colby brock era rn... so you're probably gonna see some stuff for him from me :) i'm working on a piece for him rn!!
19 notes - Posted November 11, 2022
#2
Let Light Be Light
i've been on a lizzy kick and also experiencing college for the first time so this is what came of that.
warnings: BRIEF mentions of a serial k*ller, slight angst, fluff!!!!! mentions of family trauma
wordcount: 1894
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But my therapist says
To just let light be light
So I'm letting him stay around
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I’m alone almost every night and I don't know if I’m processing right.
The days grew shorter and the nights colder. Y/n spent most of her time studying, trying to stay on top of her school work. Fall semester was in full swing and while she was sad to be away from home, she was happy to be allowed to think her own thoughts and feel her own feelings instead of everyone else’s. It was a breath of fresh air she didn’t know she needed until she took it.
Another late night at the library, nailing down her answers for her music theory midterm. She found that she loved the smell of old books and dust. Something about it made her feel so studious. She thinks it must be some kind of placebo effect or something because anytime she studies in the library, she feels like the information sticks better.
Her friends had invited her to a study session but she's never been able to focus in group settings like that. She had to figure shit out on her own growing up and that's been a running theme with everything she does in her young adult life. She does shit by herself. She’s never had anyone to lean on before so why would she start now?
That’s not to say Y/n doesn’t appreciate her friends because she does, but if something isn’t broken, no need to take it apart and put it back together.
It’s nearing closing time at the library, meaning it’s closer to midnight then she realized it was. It’s dark out and she forgot her pepper spray in her room, but her dorm isn’t too far away from the library. A 10 minute walk when she’s really moving, so she packs up and gets ready to head out when a voice stops her.
“Wait, you’re not gonna walk alone are you?” She turns around to see this boy, who she recognized from a few classes and he worked here, standing at the counter, lookin at her like she's about to jump off a cliff. He seems cute enough, more than she would ever admit to herself, really. He’s tall, long legs and arms, built muscles. His hair falls right above his ears and is curly, but not too curly. It’s very flowy from what she assumes is him running his fingers through it all day to keep it out of his face, and it looks really soft.
“Yeah…?” She says, wondering why he’s so concerned for her. She’ll be ok, it’s not a bad walk.
“It’s not safe… haven’t you seen the news? There’s a suspect for a murder case running loose on this side of town. His targets are college age girls. Let me walk you home?” His accent makes her a lot less annoyed than she normally would be by somebody telling her she can’t take care of herself.
“How do I know you're not him?” She quips, hoping he’ll give up so she can just go home. Well, as home as a dorm room can be.
He raises an eyebrow, making him more attractive than she thought a random boy in the library could ever be, chuckling a little bit and picking up his bag. She notices that everyone else is already gone and it’s just the two of them, and wishes just for a second that she didn’t listen to true crime podcasts because she’s a little scared he could actually be the murderer he just warned her about. But when he comes over and she gets a good look at him, she just can’t see him being a murderer. She couldn’t really see him hurting a fly if she had to be honest.
He grabs his bag and a ring of keys off the desk and pads over to where she stands.
“M’ Harry, by the way. Figure you should know my name before I kill you behind the library.” He smirks. Oh, so he’s funny too. Now Y/n really has to put up a wall. Funny guys are dangerous.
“I’m Y/n. Figure you should know the name of your latest victim.” She smirks back, matching energy but mentally she detaches herself because she can’t let herself form any sort of attachment to him.
“What hall are you in?” He asks, leading her to the front door and turning off the lights, locking the door behind them.
“It’s only like a 10 minute walk from here. I live in Greeley.” She answers quickly, shoving her hands deep into her pockets. Fall nights can be brutal but there's something that endears her to them. Something about the promise of the seasons changing, new beginnings, a fresh start. A cycle you can always count on. If nothing else, you always know that summer will turn to fall, and fall to winter, and so on.
They walk quickly, making small talk and learning little things about each other. Like Harry is in three out of 7 of her classes. He talks to her like they’ve been friends forever and she can’t figure out why he’s being so nice to her. Can’t figure out what he wants, not that she really has much to give in the first place.
Too soon do they arrive at the front door of her dorm building. He says goodbye with a charming smile that she has to consciously not blush at and she makes her way upstairs.
The butterflies win anyway, flooding her with a warmth she swore she would never feel again. She just met him today. What is she doing with herself?
Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?
Suddenly, Y/n sees Harry everywhere. She knows it's crazy to think he’s following her, but that’s what her brain tells her because why would she be seeing him everywhere all of the sudden. She definitely doesn’t think it’s because he’s all she's been able to think about since he walked her home from the library.
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My #1 post of 2022
I Feel Like A Hero and You're My Heroine
i'm back on my sam and colby shit after like 200 years
warnings: alcohol consumption, kissing, party, hella fucking fluff bro like omg
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You had no idea how you ended up at this party. One moment you and your friends were having a girls night, getting tipsy and talking shit. The next moment, you're in an uber on your way to a house party.
When you pull up you still have no idea whose house this is, you’re just along for the ride. The music is loud and there's people everywhere, dancing, drinking. People out back are smoking, sitting around a fire.
You make your way through the crowd, finding the kitchen and deciding to make yourself another drink.
“Welcome ladies! My name is Colby, I’m one of the hosts. If you need anything or have any questions, I’m your man!”
You look behind you and see the guy who was talking to you and your friends. You were shocked, of course you knew who he was and you knew that your friends ran in the same circles as them but you never thought you would ever meet him or anyone doing what he was doing. After his little introduction, his eyes zeroed in on you, an almost imperceptible smirk appearing on his face.
“Hi!” He smiled, walking closer to you. You’re already tipsy so that makes it even easier to talk to him and flirt like you want to.
“Hey, thanks for the warm welcome!” You smile back, opening yourself up for him to invade your space. He got close but not too close. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable but to you he couldn't be close enough. You felt a pull to him, like something had just clicked into place.
Maybe you're more drunk than you thought.
Colby smiled at the little giggles you were letting out, stepping closer when you draped your arm over his own, almost pulling him into you. Your friends were all standing around, watching the interaction and smirking, knowing a sober you would never be this forward.
“I’m Y/n by the way.” You smile up at him, putting on your best game.
“Nice to meet you Y/n.”
You two are glued to each other for the rest of the night, talking and laughing, getting progressively more drunk. You’re having the time of your life, the most fun you think you’ve ever had actually. Colby understood you in a way no one ever had before. The way he listened to your words, as slurred as they were at the moment, and the way he stared into your eyes as you spoke made you feel like you were the only girl in the world.
“I FUCKING LOVE THIS SONG!” You yelled out as Hero/Heroine by Boys Like Girls came on. It brought you back to your emo phase that you never really grew out of, you just learned how to style yourself better.
“YOU KNOW THIS SONG?” Colby yelled back at you, eyes wide, grime spread across his face.
“YEAH I FUCKING KNOW THIS SONG!” You jumped up off the couch where you had been sitting with Colby, grabbing his hand and dragging him up with you. You started jumping around and dancing, screaming the lyrics, and not giving a fuck who looked at you weird. Colby didn’t look at you weird.
That’s all that mattered.
He danced with you, pulling you closer to him.
“You caught me off guard, now I’m running and screaming. I feel like a hero and you're my heroine, do you know that your love is the sweetest sin.” You both yelled together.
Without thinking, Colby leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. You reacted before you knew what you were doing, pulling him closer to you. The kiss was needy, like he’d been waiting all night for this. His hands roamed your body, pressing you flat against his. Your arms wrapped around his neck, one hand threading through his hair, the other lightly cupping his cheek.
By the time he pulled away, you were both gasping for breath.
“Holy shit.” You whispered, opening your eyes and staring straight into Colby’s.
“I might be really drunk but I think I just fell in love with you…” He whispers back to you. You can’t tell if the blush on his cheeks is the alcohol or the dancing or if he's embarrassed but you find yourself leaning back into him.
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Not Your Best Man | D.Kaminari
✎ Denki Kaminari was resentful of all the things Katsuki Bakugou has, the high hero ranks, the fame despite his demeaning behavior, his intelligence, and most importantly, you.
✎ Protagonists: Denki Kaminari x Fem!Reader
✎ Word count: 5.2K
✎ Category: Smut MDNI, angst
✎ Caution(!): Smut MDNI, swearing, denki is jealous, bakuhoe is an asshole, mommy kink, loss of control of quirk during sex, degradation, praise, oral (male!receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm denial to a certain point, mention of puking, doing denki dirty in so many ways and I’m sorry but I’m also… not sorry.
✎ Author’s notes: Hello! Hope everyone’s well! I’m here with @forrest-fern’s Seven Deadly Sins server Collab! I snatched Denki and chose Envy! I wasn’t able to get bakugou but you know damn well I’m squeezing his ass in there lmao (peep the banner you can see the boom boom boy) (shut up im not late shush)
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Her hair is piled up and back, showing more of her delicate yet strong features. Skin so flawless his hands feel bound when he wants to touch it, afraid of staining it with his fingertips, not deeming himself worthy to taint it. Eyes brought out beautifully with makeup products she knew how to work to make her look even more gorgeous than she already is. Lips perfectly coated in lipstick, always formed in the littlest smile, and he feels compelled to kiss the product off of them.
The dress is perfect, it sits on her body as if it has been made just for her. Its fabric folds hugging her figure, following her curves. It’s color is gorgeous against her skin with long sleeves that cover her arms, the backless dress shows skin that begs him, taunts him to touch it and to guide her along with him. The collar exposes enough shoulders that teases him to bite and mark up. It's tight skirt pooled till the floor with a slit up to her left thigh. She looks stunning and he couldn't stop but linger his eyes on her.
She looks as though she is an angel, in the form of the most beautiful girl on earth. Mesmerising eyes, so crystal clear that he could see rivers, oceans, the whole world through them. No flower, no goddess, not even Aphrodite could ever compare to her beauty. She has the body of a dancer, lithe, supple and oh so beautiful. With every step she takes, it looks as though she’s floating, and Denki only became more convinced that he had been around an angel for the majority of his life and he -regretfully- only was able to realize it a bit too late.
Regretfully, because she wasn’t his, isn’t his, will never be his. Not the measly unimportant groomsman. No, she is the best man’s, Katsuki Bakugou’s, meant to be his forever.
Bakugou’s
BakugousBakugousBakugous…
Dammit
“I do.”
An adorable little boy dressed in a black tuxedo walks up and hands Kirishima a ring. He slips it on Mina's finger. The pastor smiles and turns to Mina. She wears a strapless wedding gown with embroidery on her bodice. Rhinestones and pearl beads sewn on her gown. She wears a two-tier veil, with a matching crystal head-piece. She holds a French rose silk bouquet. Kirishima is stunning. He wears a black, single-breasted, satin tuxedo with a white-wing collar shirt.
The pastor repeats the question and receives the same reply. You watch her take his ring from a small girl dressed in pink and place it on his finger. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife."
"You may now kiss your bride." He does so, placing his hands on her shoulders and pressing his lips against hers. The pastor holds up his hands, bringing the cheering crowd to their feet.
Kirishima and Mina leave the gazebo, arms linked, with huge smiles on their faces. The best man, maid of honor, and the groomsmen and bridesmaids follow suit, falling in behind them. They stop near the end of the walk, forming the start of the receiving line.
The family and guests file down, pausing for hugs and kisses and congratulating the young couple. Mina then turns around and throws her bouquet of flowers behind her. The women collide with each other as they try to catch it.
She cheers loud when the bouquet falls in your hands, and you giggle and wave it around, the women’s disappointed groans muffled in your ears when you catch the beautiful vermillions of your partner, oblivious to the golden specks that have been eyeing your every move since you stepped foot into the wedding.
“You could’ve been more obvious about wantin’ me to put a ring on your finger.” Katsuki chuckles against your ear, standing behind you with his hands on your hips, both of you looking at the newlyweds as they enter the reception with everyone awwing at them as they did their first dance as husband and wife.
The sun has set long ago, the full moon hanging and illuminating the area beautifully, the fairy lights and lamps circling the area, making the happy couple look absolutely glowing, and you smile at the scene from outside the dance floor.
“They fell in my hands ‘Suki.” you giggle, lacing your fingers between his, “Besides, you already did, didn’t you?”
“Hmm,” his breath tickles your ear, fingers twisting your engagement ring around your ring finger, “was forced to, after all that whinin’ ‘bout wantin’ to settle down and not knowin’ when we’ll see each other when we’re goin’ on missions, and cherishin’ the lives-” he fakes a snore and rests his full weight on your back, both of you laughing as you tip forward and he catches you in time, placing his hand on your waist again and swaying with you as you see your friends happier than they ever were.
You look perfect, standing there holding each other, absolutely and utterly disgusting. Denki stares at you, fire spreading in his abdominal, his lungs constricting with every breath he takes the longer he looks at you. Swaying together, Katsuki’s lips pressing against your temple and you letting out the most beautiful laugh, Denki can’t help but clench the front of his shirt at the sight, wishing, hoping for nothing more than to be in his shoes, being the one lucky enough to be able to hold you that close, the one that has the privilege to hear your laugh, the one to make you laugh.
“Hey Denki,” He is snapped back to reality when Kirishima stands in front of him, blocking his view from the flawless couple. “H-hey Eiji! Congratulations bro, you’re finally a married man!” They hug, Denki’s eyes never leaving you while Katsuki twirls you to face him and peppers kisses across your face. “Thanks man! Hey sorry, could you get Bakugou for me real quick, we’re taking a few pictures with the best man and the maid of honor.”
“Right away, man of the hour.”
Oh God, oh God, he isn’t ready to face you yet. You look too pretty, he doesn’t feel worthy to be in your presence, driven to bow down and ask for forgiveness for even breathing the same as yours. And yet, you smile upon his arrival, even letting go of Bakugou’s hand to wave him over, and you’re blessing him with your smile, giggles sounding like the singing of angels when he waves back excitedly.
“Hi!” you beam up at him the minute he’s close enough to be graced with your voice, “Where have you been, it’s like you were avoiding me all this time,” you pout for a second and Denki could swear he felt his heart skip multiple beats when your lips wobble and a smile makes it way back up at him.
“H-hey, ummm, Baku- uh.” he laughs at himself, trying to collect whatever dignity he has left. “Uh, Eiji is lookin’ for ya bro, something about a photoshoot with the maid of honor?” The groan Bakugou lets out is enough of a confirmation.
“Fuckin’ pain in my fuckin’ ass bitch” he grumbles, pressing his lips against your temple again, promising to come back after the ‘Motherfuckin’ bitch shoot’ is done. You only reply by squeezing his arm, a silent reassurance that you’ll be waiting for him when he gets back.
It's so revolting, the way he swears up and down, having the filthiest mouth with his words, not even respecting the beautiful goddess that tries to calm his nasty self down, he should be more considerate of you and your feelings, God he loathes the way he treats you. The way he mistreats you.
You deserve to be treated so much better than that, the way Denki would, he’d downright kiss the ground you walk on, remind you every day that you’re the best thing that ever happened to him, the best goddamn thing to ever grace this earth.
Okay, you’re staring. God, has she been staring too? Denki, people always say you never shut up, use it to your advantage for once in your life.
Denki extends his arm to you, curses under his breath, wipes his sweaty palm against his pant leg before extending it again. "Would you like to dance?" You raise your eyebrows. "Would you like to dance?"
"Well, dancing is what a charming gentleman like myself would do.” He beames at the chuckle you let out. “Besides, you're beautiful and I want to show you off.” He pauses. “You know, while Bakugou is busy with his best man duties and all."
You smile, your pretty lips letting out a little giggle at his posture as he starts wiggling his fingers persuasively, and shake your head. "You know what? Yeah, I would like to dance."
Arm-in-arm, you and Denki head into the dance floor and step onto the wooden ground. You felt him move easily with you, agile and confident with the music as he takes the lead. His hands slowly yet surely reach to your lower back, but you shrug it off.
"Ah, expect tango music after this," he says. Eyes gleaming as they shift over to the DJ that nods in acknowledgement to him. He frowns when he sees your averted face, shifting your eyes away from his, observing, searching for him, your fiance, the person he wishes he could be, someone he could never be.
Denki trips over his words in an effort to regain your attention, “A-anyway, uh, um. Hey! Did you know that uh, t-tango is banned in other places of the world?" you raise your eyebrows.
“Is it?”
“Yeah, wanna know why?”
“Didn’t expect you to know honestly.” He smiles as you laugh lightly, but something tugs at his heartstrings, its because you think of him as nothing but stupid brainless dunce face, depsite him entering and graduating one of the best hero courses in all of Japan, alongside you of all people, despite his hero work, the people he saves, the villains he captures, fuck.
You don’t miss the way his face falls after your remark, an almost sour expression passing through before he clears his throat and looks behind your shoulder at basically nothing. “S-so,” you start, “Why was it banned?”
The blond’s eyes flicker over to you and soften at the way you’re cocking your head and smiling at him, despite him getting upset with you. What is he doing? He’s experiencing something straight out of his fantasies, having you pressed so close to him, dancing with him and smiling at him. No one else.
“Oh, okay okay, so. It was considered the dance of the low-lifes at the worst places of society when it first emerged, and so the church banned it, because they said it had the music of the “immoral” factions of society”
“Oh? Why’s that.”
“It was considered an oversexualized dance. Portraying the sin and seduction of the Devil. It represents the Devil's nostalgia, his unrequited aspirations, loneliness, rejection, and misery. The longing of someone who will never fit in, who has never had love nor passion.” He takes a deep breath.
“It's like sex, except with clothes on.”
In a failed attempt to seduce you, he stumbles and steps on your heels. Earning a weak yelp from you as you back up from him.
It's okay, it's okay, he can fix this. Oh God the music stopped. Okay he gets to dance tango with you now and press you even more against him and hold you even closer, okay. God, are his hands always this sweaty?
The silence that follows the stopping of the music makes him panic, you’re so close, he just needs to reach out and hold you against him again. Press your tender body against his, let him pretend you’re his, pretend that he’s lucky enough to take you home with him. Help you take off your dress, press kisses against the curves of your body, make love to you all night.
Put all of that is cut short when he feels a daunting presence behind him, and he doesn’t need to turn around to know who it is. Because the way your face lights up at that presence is enough to stop his blood from pumping, enough for him to see only red, for him to dig his nails into the palm of his hands until he feels it piercing his skin.
“Hey,” the taunting voice of Katsuki Bakugou reminds him how beneath him he really is. “Yer havin fun with my girl.” it wasn’t a question. Despite that, in a desperate attempt to feel your touch one more time before you’re swept away by your big strong hero, that he would never be able to match to.
With trembling fingers, Denki grasps your hand and brings your knuckles close to his lips, eyes boring into each other while he kisses them, and you only grin in appreciation at his manners, doing the most adorable courtesy he has ever seen in his life, almost forgetting the looming presence of his former classmate.
Bakugou moves around Denki to reach you, and Kaminari knows at this point all hope is lost for you to dance with him, or better yet, have any interaction with him again for the entirety of the night. Katsuki held your hand with surprising firmness, caramel scent wafting through as you feel how sweaty his hands really are.
“Are you warm?” You mumble, lacing your fingers through his when his reaction is to pull his hands away to wipe them at his pants.
“No.” It's firm and it's rough, yet it isn’t directed at you. It’s directed to the other blond that surprisingly still hasn’t backed down and is still standing straight, eyeing how you two act as a couple, how he wishes you would hold his hand, ask him if he was warm, embrace all his insecurities.
As your fiance leads you back to the center of the dance floor. Hand starting at your waist but quickly slipping to grab a handful of your ass, chuckling when you squeal and slap his chest. Something wicked gleams in his eyes when the first tune of the violin starts playing, drifting with the harmony of the accordion.
“You and I both know that my knowledge of tango is as much as my knowledge for knitting, that’s right, nonexistent.”
“You know my body, don’t you?” he doesn’t wait for an answer. “Follow my lead, let your body do the talking.”
“You’re crazy.” yet you still laugh, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips as he pulls you impossibly close to him, raveling in the feeling of your chest pressed to his. You’re rolling your eyes a little at the way his smirk stretches when he pinches your butt, but you instantly shiver when he places his warm calloused hand within the cutout of your dress on your lower back, skin to skin. And just like your body is made to be molded against his, you place your arm over his shoulder while the other is engulfed in his.
He steps close, too close, scandalously close. Pressing his cheek against your temple and only then meeting the eyes of Denki, that's when his smile drops, every playful act with you is gone. His magma filled eyes staring into the soul of the electrical hero.
Mine
MineMineMine
Neither were stupid, Katsuki knows what Denki is doing, and Denki is well aware of Katsuki’s ability to piece shit together.
Denki is left lonesomely standing by the DJ, watching the way you two dance, the way Bakugou steps forward in your space and you stepping back to accommodate him. He seethes in his stance as you two rock on your feet, the way Bakugou handles your body with firmness and strength, yet softly watching you when you giggle at the way he spins your body effortlessly. Kaminari sees the way you let yourself be led, the way you trust Bakugou to handle you, hold you, care for you, in ways he could only hope for you to see him.
You are perfectly synchronized, almost fluid like, an extension of each other, like you had done this a million times before, practised day and night to perfect it. Bakugou takes his time twirling you across the room, seductively slow. Thighs brushing against each other with every stupid turn.
His body whispering commands to yours, daring it to misbehave, you step and lean and sway, every movement perfect and precise, like an intricate choreography that you have never learned, but your bodies remembering them. He dances with you the way he has sex—with exquisite control, infinite patience, and aggressive moves.
Huh, that's what Denki must have meant.
At that moment, your eyes catch him standing outside the dance floor, and you almost don’t recognize the man alone, filled by ugly emotions they couldn’t help but spill and show on his expression. Sour and hateful and just plain cruel looking.
Katsuki’s mouth curves in a lazy smile at how your brows furrow, spinning you in a vigorous turn so he’s the one facing him instead. You aren’t dense, you feel the eyes on you, well aware who they belong to as they burn through your back. He lowers his head, forcing you to look back up at him, your lips grazing against his, too close.
“Yer puttin’ on a show for your boy?”
“A show- no you ass, weren’t you the one that wanted to dance?” you try to lean away to scold him -yes, middance- but the blond lowers further, until you think he’s trying to get you to shut up by kissing you. Suddenly he’s dipping you low, his face stays only a few inches away from yours, your back arching beautifully.
A static sound dwells on you, followed by the buzzing of electricity. The lights flicker and you instinctively grab at Katsuki, tightening your hold against his bicep, your eyes searching his when he doesn’t lift you back up, only to find him not even looking at you.
His fingers are tingling, tips wiggling as they shoot little sparks at the sight in front of him, his golden eyes illuminating in the momentary darkness as they clash with the magma filled rubies, challenging him, taunting him, mocking him.
MineMineMine
And when Denki accidentally short circuits the entire DJ booth, the dance hall instantly quiets, a blanket of silence weighing them down and daring someone to break it. And yet, Bakugou has other plans, of course.
Sneakily, he slides his hand down from your back to your knee, firmly grabbing your leg as his eyes meet yours before lifting it to his hip. Fingers slipping under your dress and grazing your upper thighs, sending goosebumps racing across your skin, not having the courage to break eye contact until you hear the gasp of a few of the attendees. Only then does he close the gap between to press his lips against yours, the little audience you collected clapping and cheering you along.
The whistling and cheering is loud enough for you to miss the sound of Denki’s fist slam against the table and the sobs wrecking him as he drags his feet away from the scene.
BakugousBakugousBakugous
Sero grunts as he struggles to push the hotel room door open with Denki leaning his full weight on him. It takes him a couple of tries to finally get the drunk man on the bed, slapping his hands away as Denki tries to grab at and kiss the man.
“C’moooon, Hantaaaaa, s’not like you don’ wanna, look atchu, you’re takin’ off m’clothes but you don’ wanna kiss me?”
“You ass, I’m taking off your shoes because you stepped in your own vomit.”
The man gags, chugging the shoes in the trash can and helping his friend ease off of his suit jacket. “Yer a good man Hanta, say, you wanna be m’best man?” Sero laughs, shaking his head as he tries to help him lay on his stomach, “y’know, when I marry y/n.”
The silence that follows is deafening, Sero not having the heart to talk when he catches the sound of Denki sniffing and burying his head in his pillow.
“I- “
“Jus’ leave me alone, Sero.”
And he does, the only confirmation of his solitude is the echoing click of the door’s lock as Sero leaves Denki to brew in his own self loathing.
It takes Denki a few minutes to collect himself, the nausea forcing him to take off his shirt and pants, lying down on his back to feel the cool air on his chest. He doesn’t realize he has his eyes closed until he snaps them open when he hears his door click close.
There you are, radiating, mesmerizing, you’re practically glowing, standing there by his door, adorned by your… nightgown?
God, please don’t say you’re in the wrong room, please don’t say you’re in the wrong room.
“You sure you’re in the right room y/n?”
You don’t answer, you just simply, untie your robe. And Denki’s eyes practically bulge out when the silk robe slips right off of your shoulder and drops in a pile on the floor by your feet. He can’t look you in the eyes, he’s looking at every inch of exposed skin he can muster, committing every curve, every dip, every contour, every fucking thing to memory.
“You’re here, aren’t you?” that’s when he looks back up at your eyes -after shamelessly staring at your peaking nipples for a second too long - blinking twice at your words. He sits up with a struggle, “W-wait, what about Bakugou?”
“What about him?”
And honestly, that alone almost made him bust a nut.
You’re pushing at his chest until he lays back down, throwing your leg over his figure and straddling him. Instantly, he feels your warmth pressing against his strained length and his body shivers at the thumbing against it.
“You’re so good to me Denki,” you breathe, fingers combing through his hair before you take a fistful of it and lightly tug, rolling your hips against his and relishing in the whines he lets out, slender fingers reaching for your thighs and grabbing handfuls, his eyes begging for you to do it again, and when you do, he throws his head back and moans.
“You treat me so well,” you pout, nails tracing his sweaty flushed chest, peppering kisses along it, moving up until you reach his ear, biting at it and giggling when he ruts his hips up against you. Feeling your slick dampen the front of his boxers as his leaky cock does the same. “So pretty for me” he whines again, eyes blown out and chest heaving at the feeling of being kissed by you, held by you, touched by you, hell, looked at by you.
“Fuck, again, ah- d-don’t stop, pleaseplease-”
“Use your words baby, wadda you want?” he thrashes against the bed when you grind your hips against his again, the tips of his fingers buzzing and twitching when you’re lowering yourself to press your chest against his face.
“Fuck, wanna feel your pretty pussy, feel you squeeze my cock, please, just -ah, put it in.” it's all muffled from the spit collecting on tongue and the way he’s smothered by your tits but honestly he wouldn’t have it any other way.
His body refuses to move as you scoot lower, straddling his thigh and grinding your hips against it, wickedly smiling as he whines ‘nonono’ when you do, “m-my cock, my cock, please stop teasin’.” the tip of your finger traces the elastic of his boxers, giggling at the way his body jerks up and at the gasp he lets out when you snap it against his hip. Before gliding your finger against his strained cock, enjoying the way it twitches under your touch, feeling it harden against you.
You coo at him as you pull off his boxers, when you see that there is no initiation from him to move. The sight of his pretty cock with its fiery head welcoming you and you can’t help but grab at it. “Pretty boy all needy for me, hmm?” You give it a lick from the base to the tip, sucking on the head of his cock and feeling it twitch inside of your mouth, hollowing out your cheek and looking up to see the way his face flushes, his body illuminating with the crackling of the thunders around him, twitching his body before he breathes out a few times to calm himself down.
How is he so lucky? How is he blessed with having your lips wrapped around his cock, just looking at you is tightening a knot in his belly, and he can’t help but throw his head back and close his eyes in an effort to prolong his orgasm to feel even more of you.
He doesn't open his eyes until he feels a looming shadow on him, and that's when he catches sight of you again, the moon hitting your face, your glistening precum-covered lips smiling down at him.
“Want me to take care of you?” You tease, chuckling breathlessly as Denki feels your pussy on his cock, your slick covering it as you roll your hips and feel your pussy gush at the way his body shivers in ecstasy at your touch. “Yes! Please mommy ye-”
“Mommy?” Did he just say it out loud? “No, ah- fuck, no-no I didn’t say that I-” you don’t even let him talk, gyrating your hips again, covering his dick with your slick, without having your walls flutter around him just yet.
It takes a few teasing grinds of you against him to have him sobbing at this point, “m-mommy please just please! I wanna, ah” he thrashes when the tip of his leaky cock catches your clit, the lightnings he’s producing passing by his eyes and obscuring his blurry vision for a while, before he’s blessed with the sight of you beautifully arched on top of him. “In, in, wanna feel the pretty pussy, please please lemme feel the pretty pussy.” it's just meaningless babbling at this point, anything to get your walls tightening around his cock, all sensitive from being rubbed against you for god knows how long.
And when his head catches your cunt, he all but cries out at the way it clenches at the head, bucking his hips up to feel more of you. Wanting you to swallow him whole, take him all the way in. “Y’gonna just fuck into my pussy like that, hmm? Is that how you’re treatin’ mommy now?” “n-no! Ah, m’sorry pleaseplease, I just, you feel s’good, you’re s’tight aaah, wanna feel more, please I want more more more,” and he does. So, without a warning, you drop your hips and impale yourself on his cock, and for fuck’s sake all of what Denki saw what white for a few seconds, he could’ve sworn he heard a few angels singing, even.
“That what you want, hmm? Want her to take care of her pretty boy?” you pout mockingly, bouncing yourself on his lap as he tries to grab hold of your hips to guide you, but the way you’re jerking his body has his head dizzy and his sight swimming, the low buzzing of his quirk muffled by the wet slaps of your skin against his, your ass clapping against his thighs and he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget that sound, and he just settles for letting you please yourself with his cock, because if you’re gonna use him as a fucking dildo, then he wouldn’t fucking have it any other way.
Weakly snapping his hips upwards with the drops of your hips, Denki’s leg shake and it takes a few more times for his cock to fully seath itself in your tight walls for him to let go, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock for all his worth as your pants turn into whines, suddenly they’re very afar, almost like you’re underwater. Yet he’s the one feeling like his lungs are constricted when he hears the name you’re calling, and it isn’t his. “Ka- ahh- suki…”
Only then does Denki realize that you aren’t in his room, your discarded rope isn’t thrown haphazardly on the floor by the door, your slick isn’t covering his thigh or coating his dick, and the worst of all, your pussy isn’t the one that has been squeezing his cock, oh no.
It was his hand, those slender fingers wrapping around his softening cock, smeared with his cum. He lifts his hand in horror, disgust and shame eating him up, especially when his ears perk up at your sound.
“Fuck, Katsu- yesyesyes, right there, yes!” Whatever nausea he felt subsiding is coming back tenfold, burning his throat as he slaps his hand over his mouth, anything to stop himself from puking on himself.
“Ha, that what you want? Getting dicked down after havin’ fun with that fuckin’ dunce face.” The wet sounds of Bakugou’s hips slapping yours is almost making his ears bleed. “Havin’ that prick touchin’ ya like that. Fuckin’ slut, all of that to rile me up so I can fuck that tight lil pussy, that what you want?”
Denki doesn’t know what’s the last nail on the coffin, the absolute filth being spewed to you, tainting your angelic ears, that aren’t meant to hear anything but praises and confessions of love and gratitude, the fact that you’re squealing and moaning for him to fuck you even harder, or the fact that he’s listening to every squealching sound, every creak the bed made, every slam of the headboard against your shared wall, every breath, every moan, every scream, everything.
That's when Denki flings himself off of the bed and empties his stomach, right on the floor next to his bed, tears stinging his eyes as he tries to trick himself that it's because of the way his throat is burning and not because of the way his heart is shattering, feeling it wrenched from his chest and thrown on the floor, stepped on and spat on and just beaten to the point of no return.
Sniffing and lifting his head up, Denki can’t help but see red, his whole body crackling with newfound vigor, his whole body is numb, like his quirk is taking the lead, putting his consciousness on the back burner. He chuckles, despite you moaning out Katsuki’s name when you find your release, despite him calling yours as he finds his, despite hearing your giggles and the kisses he’s pressing against god knows where on your body, despite the tears streaming down his face.
The last thing Denki remembers before he lets his quirk take complete control over him, is the humming of energy, the fleeting blinding brightness, the shattering of the light bulbs all around him, the loud deafening bangs, almost like music to his ears and finally, the sound of you screeching in horror.
Hope you like it! Kithes kithes
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I WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR WITH YOU THE AIR WAS COLD BUT SOMETHING BOUT IT FELT LIKE HOME SOMEHOW AND I LEFT MY SCARF THERE AT YOUR SISTERS HOUSE AND YOUVE STILL GOT IN IN YOUR DRAWER EVEN NOW OH YOUR SWEET DISPOSITION AND MY WIDE EYED GAZE WE’RE SINGING IN THE CAR GETTING LOST UPSTATE AUTUMN LEAVES FALLING DOWN LIKE PIECES INTO PLACE AND I CAN PICTURE IT AFTER ALL THESE DAYS AND I KNOW ITS LONG GONE AND THAT MAGICS NOT HERE NO MORE AND IT MIGHT BE OKAY BUT IM NOT FINE AT ALL CAUSE THERE WE ARE AGAIN ON THAT LITTLE TOWN STREET YOU ALMOST RAN THE RED CAUSE YOU WERE LOOKIN OVER AT ME WIND IN MY HAIR I WAS THERE I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL PHOTO ALBUM ON THE COUNTER YOUR CHEEKS WERE TURNING RED YOU USED TO BE A LITTLE KID WITH GLASSES IN A TWIN SIZED BED AND YOUR MOTHERS TELLING STORIES BOUT YOU ON THE T BALL TEAM YOU TELL ME BOUT YOUR PAST THINKIN YOUR FUTURE WAS ME AND I KNOW ITS LONG GONE AND THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE I COULD DO AND I FORGET ABOUT IT LONG ENOUGH TO FORGET WHY I NEEDED TO CAUSE THERE WE ARE AGAIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WE’RE DANCING ROUND THE KITCHEN IN THE REFRIGERATOR LIGHT DOWN THE STAIRS I WAS THERE I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL YEAH AND MAYBE WE GOT LOST IN TRANSLATION MAYBE I ASKED FOR TOO MUCH BUT MAYBE THIS THING WAS A MASTERPIECE TIL YOU TORE IT ALL UP RUNNING SCARED I WAS THERE I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL AND YOU CALL ME UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE SO CASUALLY CRUEL IN THE NAME OF BEING HONEST IM A CRUMBLED UP PIECE OF PAPER LYING HERE CAUSE I REMEMBER IT ALL ALL ALL TOO WELL TIME WONT FLY ITS LIKE IM PARALYZED BY IT ID LIKE TO BE MY OLD SELF AGAIN BUT IM STILL TRYING TO FIND IT AFTER PLAID SHIRT DAYS AND NIGHTS WHEN YOU MADE ME YOUR OWN NOW YOU MAIL BACK MY THINGS AND I WALK HOME ALONE BUT YOU LEEP MY OLD SCARF FROM THAT VERY FIRST WEEK CAUSE IT REMINDS YOU OF INNOCENCE AND IT SMELLS LIKE ME YOU CANT GET RID OF IT CAUSE YOU REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL CAUSE THERE WE ARE AGAIN WHEN I LOVED YOU SO BACK BEFORE YOU LOST THE ONE REAL THING UVE EVER KNOWN IT WAS RARE I WAS THERE I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL WIND IN MY HAIR I WAS THERE I REMEMBER IT ALL DOWN THE STAIRS YOU WERE THERE YOU REMEMBER IT ALL IT WAS RARE I WAS THERE I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL
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Smooth Criminals - Chapter 4
While in the shower Immogene felt a mixture of feelings. First and foremost was the relief her husband was now dead, and she would never have to suffer through his touch or see his darkness again. Intermixed with these feelings were also those of trepidation and worry. Who was this turtle? Would he be worse than Oruko? And his size. Her husband had been a large man. This mutant terrapin was even more massive than Rocksteady. The only one that came close to him was Slash, who was likely nursing his injured arm.
Amber helped her into another new dress that Oruko had recently purchased for her. Ironically, it was meant to celebrate his victory, Shredders confidence had finally been his downfall. It was of a deep shimmering burgundy that had hints of copper glimmering depending on which way she moved. Colours that the new Shredder seemed to prefer from what both women had gleaned. She wanted to burn all the clothing, but at the moment there was no choice. Hopefully she would be able to procure a new wardrobe soon. Amber chewed her lip. “Mistress...maybe he will be different.” The woman now had a little more confidence in expressing her feelings and was trying to ease her mistresses’ stress. Immogene sighed heavily glancing at the woman behind her. Before she could say anything, Amber hurriedly continued. “I know...if wishes were horses...but I have to hope...it’s what you always say keeps you going.”
Immogene’s gaze met her reflection in the mirror. The burgundy and copper makeup she now wore made her emerald eyes glow. “I...” A knock sounded at the door and what she was about to say remained unsaid.
Her Shadow opened the door. “You have been summoned.” The two men gestured in front of them and she walked towards her future.
“I’m sorry you want us to do what?!,” Traximus lowered his glasses and he looked over at his boss who was in the middle of reading some documents.
“Ya heard me...I want ya two ta be er new body guards.,” Raph exclaimed not lifting his eyes from the paperwork.
Fang snickered, laying back against the couch which he was using as a makeshift desk, “Heh boss are you sure she needs our help? After what we saw I think she can pretty much take care of herself.”
Raph chuckled at that before shaking his head, “Oh I hav no doubts ‘bout that. But othas won’t think that way.”
Both his men’s attentions were drawn onto him, “What do you mean Raph?,” Traximus looked at his boss with a curious expression.
Raphs’ eyes narrowed for a moment as he sat back in his chair, “Most people that saw what she did would hav thought it justifiable, especially if they knew wha tha son of a bitch did ta er. But othas..tha ones who were more loyal ta ‘im would be outraged that she dismembered his body.” Setting the paper down he took a sip of his drink, “in Japanese culture, wha she did pretty much guaranteed that tha bastard would wanda throughout his whole afta life lookin fer his missin pieces. Eitha that, or if he reincarnates, he’ll be pretty much useless in his next life.”
Both Traximus’s and Fang’s eyes widened with this information, “So even if she belongs to you, there’s always a chance one of Shredders loyalists would still try to harm her.,” Traximus finished as Raph nodded his head. But his brow then arched at the wide smirk on Raph’s face.
Setting his drink down, Raph chuckled deeply and shook his head in amazement, “Hehe ma god wha a woman. Not only did she do that in front of every damn person in the arena, she made tha damn bastard an invalid fer all eternity. I haven’t even met tha woman yet and already I kinda admire ‘er.,” He said in approval before waving his finger, “a spirit like that needs ta have room ta grow and be protected. Can ya boys do that?,” He raised a brow to both men and they nodded their heads in acknowledgement. “Good..,” Raph’s head perked as he heard the knock on the door, “then it’s bout time we get acquainted wit’ Ms. Waters.”
When Immogene entered, she kept her eyes downcast, her long black lashes hiding the green sheen until she reached the large desk. Only then did she look up. She said nothing and held the golden gaze unflinchingly.
Raph’s entire attention was drawn to her beautiful figure. Her burgundy dress hugged every delicious curve on her body and he couldn’t help his eyes wandering and taking in her tattooed flesh, ‘damn she’s everythin’ I could eva hoped fer in a woman, at least on tha surface,’ He thought as he kept his expression as neutral as possible when he met her eyes.
The turtle’s gaze was unwavering with an intense and fierce look, but it was merely for show. After a few silent minutes, Raph’s lips curled into grin. “Well...hello beautiful. I must say ya look absolutely gorgeous in that color, it makes those stunnin’ eyes of yers sparkle.”
Immogene only stared at him with a blank expression on her face. Expecting her to remain silent, Raph snickered to himself and leaned back in his chair feeling completely relaxed in her presence. This was despite the fact that merely a few hours ago her hands were bathed in blood. “Ya’ll hav’ ta forgive tha mess ma colleagues and I hav’ made. We were just lookin’ ova all tha deeds and paperwork ta tha new ‘properties’ I’ve obtained.” Immogene noticed the deep Brooklyn accent, he was indeed from here. Glancing around she knew Oruko would have gone on a murdering rampage if he would have been here to see it. His fastidiousness was really the only true fashion in which he followed Bushido. Everything else was just manipulating the practice to what suited him. Raph grinned. This one had a stubbornness that intrigued him. “But first it would be best ta introduce ourselves. Ova there is Traximus,” he points to the triceratops who gave a respectful nod to the lady before Raph pointed his thumb to the wolf, “and this is Fang.,” the wolf stood up from his seat and bowed his head to her.
She folded her arms loosely over her breasts as she was introduced to the other males in the room. A flicker of surprise washed through her at the respect in their bows. She got the feeling it wasn’t feigned. Oruko’s men had bowed to her, but most were mocking because they felt a woman was beneath notice. What game was this? Trying to make her feel comfortable only to be mocked behind her back? She glanced at them briefly, a slight nod of her head her only reaction. “I assigned ‘em ta be yer new body guards.” His eyes narrowed intently on the woman, “And as fer me...well..,” his chest slightly rumbled as he slowly stood to his full height and smirked, “Ma name is Raphael Hamato. But ya can call me eitha Raph or Raphael. Whicheva ya choose,” He then grabbed a folder in front of him, stood and slowly stalked around the table. Immogene took in the size of the mutant walking towards her. He was a Brute, making her feel petite in his presence.
“I must say...ya made quite a first impression out there in the arena. It seems ma first instinct was right bout ya,” Raph put his hands behind his back and whispered, “those lovely eyes of yours can kill wit’ just a glance.” Her eyes glimmered with the sarcastic retort that was on her tongue but managed to hold back. ‘Good. Now keep that in the back of your mind.’ She wasn’t looking at the folder, but she didn’t miss it. It was the folder that contained her information.
Raph began to slowly circle the woman, taking in every inch of her. “Oh yes truly special indeed, not just any woman can hav tha strength ta not only face such an evil man...but also hav tha balls ta cut both his hands off wit one clean swipe of a katana,” He took a glance at one of the middle pages in the folder. “But I ratha not talk ‘bout ‘im right now. All I want ta focus on is ya.” His golden orbs tried to meet her gaze as he came around to her front, “So tell me,” he sets the folder gently on the table before sitting comfortably on the edge, “what’s yer name? And how did a lovely woman like ya end up in that bastards clutches?,” He asked, though he had a feeling she was most likely forced into all of this.
Immogene stared at him blinking for a second. He may not have read the entire folder yet, but still. “As you’ve perused at least the cover and centre page of that folder, I’m sure you’ve gleaned my name already?” She paused for a moment, her green eyes still blazing. Damn her tongue. It amused Oruko when she spat off, but in a way of ‘tsking’ a naughty child. “But in seeing you missed it, written in bold at the top of the page, it’s Immogene.” There were a couple of coughs behind her. Immogene bit her tongue, trying to stop herself from snapping. It seemed the worry about this male was getting to her more than she wanted to show. “Jesus, just get some popcorn why don’t you? While you’re at it, pull up a chair and be done with it already.”
Trax and Fang’s eyebrows almost raised to the ceiling. “Nope, we’re good. Ignore us.” Fang then looked back at Trax his eyes still slightly widened. Trax mouthed ‘scary’. Both males put their heads down and went back to work.
She almost sighed at herself. What in the hell was she doing? “My pardon...Master Raphael, it’s been a long day.” She may have apologized but the bite in her tone couldn’t be missed.
She looked around the room, “My now deceased husband, was a collector of things.” Hearing movement behind her she quickly glanced over her shoulder, seeing the wolf gesture to the chair she didn’t relax, but did sit down. Her posture perfect. The behaviour was too ingrained for her to be any other way. She crossed one long leg over the other. The movement lifting the hem of her dress a little higher up her thigh. “...he collected rare gems, priceless antiques.” She gestured to the stack of papers on top of a corner filing cabinet. “The items in those folders alone could buy you a country if you so wished.” A curl fell in front of her eyes and she tucked it back behind her ear. She hissed softly, “He also collected rare individuals.” She took a slow and calming breath. So far, he hadn’t reacted to her tongue other than what looked to be amusement. “Oruko convinced the physicians to order a blood test for the entire populace of New York. They said it was for ‘statistical purposes’. She huffed. “A week later I was taken from my apartment.” She didn’t add that her dear friend Gabriella had been taken the same night. He didn’t know the woman was her very close friend and she would try to keep it that way. “The folder will go into the breakdown of my genealogy in detail, but to save you from more tedious reading I’m of Amazonian descent.”
“An Amazon?! Now that’s something I never thought I would live to hear..or rather see,” The trike was surprised and rubbed his chin in thought.
Raph’s lips curled even more as he crossed his muscular arms, “Well that does explain a lot of things bout ya. Tha speed which was used to cut the hands off…,” he stopped in front of her before crouching to her level and gently grasped her hand. A sharp inhale left her lips and he turned it to see the healed scratches, “but it also explains how these cuts healed so quickly.”
Her lip curled. Oruko had feigned intimacy. He would touch her with gentleness only to grab her hair or force her legs apart. Most of the time Oruko didn’t realize his own strength. She’d learned to school her reaction when one too many had fallen prey to his temper after she’d cried out on pain. ‘Please let go,’ The closeness of the terrapin was making her nervous and despite the fact that he was making no aggressive moves, she was filled with trepidation. Immogene put the feel of his rough skin out of her mind. “It’s a rare gene that is only passed down through the females. It will lay dominant for generations until it manifests. I’m stronger, faster and heal quicker than the average Jane Doe.”
Raphael was surprised to find he found her sharp tongue refreshing. This was no meek female. He didn’t have a problem brushing off her earlier thinly veiled insults, but he did smell her fear. Chances were, she was probably thinking about how he was going to react to everything she did, was he going to punish her? Abuse her like her last master...or worse? He almost snorted and had to remind himself she didn’t know any different. There was also some thought that she had potential that was nagging at the back of his mind. Knowing she wouldn’t want his touch to linger, the terrapin let her hand go and walked towards the fire place to rest his arm on the mantle, “I heard about that little orda tha city did a while back,” His eyes met hers, “It was what helped me decide ta come back ta New York,” He shook his head. “It’s a shame ya were dragged inta all of this.” Immogene only narrowed her eyes, not trusting the sympathy in his voice. Raph sighed “Well he’s definitely got a lot of stuff lyin’ around. It’s gonna take time rummagin’ through all this.” Dragging his fingers along the edges of the books on the bookcase, “Tha only reason why I’m doin all this now is so I can sift through this shit and get rid of all tha unnecessary junk that asshole had,” Reading one of the titles his hand froze on a book. Pulling it out his gaze narrowed while quickly read through the pages, “Wha tha...tha female is suppose ta be subservient in every manna ta tha male. Has ta wait on ‘em hand and foot..,” Raph’s lips twisted in disgust at the papers, “WHAT THA FUCK! What tha hell kind of bull shit is this! Did tha asshole actually believe in all this crap!,” He growled out the words.
She knew what book he found and couldn’t help the wince. “He did.”
Lifting his eyes to Immogene’s, Raph immediately could see the answer. His nostrils flared in a growing anger, and growled deeply. Taking a breath, the turtle sighed before grabbing the edges of the book firmly and ripping it down the seams making her eyes widen. Walking back over to the woman he handed her the torn up book, “‘ere. Trash it. Use it as kindlin’ on tha fuckin’ fire I don’t give a shit what ya do wit’ it. But I don’t want ta see any trace of that shit left!,” he had to bite out his growing anger. He wasn’t angry at her; his anger was directed towards the fact that the sick pervert used it as a template in how he treated her. Immogene took the pieces of the book like they were a slimy river eel. Before he reneged his words, she tossed them into the fire place. Taking another look around the room while the woman watched the manual burn, Raph blinked slowly and rubbed the back of his neck. “I might be havin’ a big bon fire once I clear out most of this junk. But aside from that..,” his eyes moved to the woman again, “there’s still a lot of things I don’t know ‘bout this place or even what all is in ‘ere..,” His lips curled in a wide smirk “I was hopin’ ya would do me tha honors in givin’ me a tour of the place?” Raph’s eyes sparkled with amusement, he knew he might have been stoking her fires a bit, but her defiance egged him on.
“Honour has nothing to do with it.” She said under her breath. “This is a takeover, nothing more.”
Turning his back to her, Raph paused, “Oh...and one more thing,” he glanced at the woman from over his shoulder intently, “wheneva yer around me or ma men, don’t call me masta.,” he turned his body slightly so she could see the sincerity in his words, “If ya feel like ya hav ta do that around tha otha gang leadas or some of the loyalist’s, fine, but I don’t want ta hear it.,” He gave her a quick smirk. “it doesn’t fit wit a sharp and silva tongue like yers. In fact, that word doesn’t work wit ya at all. Kitten,” The curl of his lips went wider as he held his hand up towards the door like a gentleman. The endearment cracked over her like a whip and she inhaled sharply through her nose. She said nothing and strode past him and out the door.
Fang and Trax looked at each other before both shaking their heads and going to back work.
To be continued...
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If you’re ok with it, could you do Hawks, Todoroki, Shinsou, Bakugo and Kaminari with a black support engineer s/o with big curly hair and stretched ears? Maybe she wears gauges with their hero theme? Just some cute fluff!
a/n: oooooh bitch okayyyyy!! i like that! hawks my lil bird bitch ✋🏽🥺
your quirk! super brain.
what is it? you have the ability to memorize things easily, piece complex puzzles together, make great strategies. you essentially are a megamind. you are incredibly smart invention-wise. you are skilled in support hero work so you are one of the go to’s for hero modifications, suits and basic designs.
hero name? hakim: the tinker hero
why the name hakim? from what i searched up it has arabic and african significance and it’s one of the 99 names based on the attributes of Allah. the two famous bearers of this name were hakim ajmal khan, the india physician and hakim muhammad saeed, a pakistani medical researcher. if i got any of this wrong please message me so i can fix this! i want to stay as respectful as possible as i love to include names that hold a message!
i might have to split this into two parts bc this gets long!! i just assumed reader is fem presenting bc you can use feminine pronouns and not be a girl like me. also disclaimer i only take 4 characters at a time per request but i dont think at the time of this request i had finalized my requirements in my masterlist so IMMA LET IT SLIDE. sorry this is late as SHIT. lets get it!
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Hawks
okay we all know he’s a lil shit
and we all know how he be
you are working on your next commission piece in your studio when your window opens
you can only sigh
“what happened kei.”
“now birdie dont get mad now okay”
“what did you do.”
“i may have.... broke my visor and destroyed my jacket?”
how the fuck do you do that.
“what.”
“ahahah...”
boot to the face
when you two were first dating
which was back in hs
you helped him figure out how his hero costume would be along with how they would sit comfortably on his wings
i mean i love the idea of you roasting him while measuring him
“where’s your fuckin DRIP kei.”
“y/n PLEASE. i came here to get a new costume not get slandered”
“well you jus gon have to deal with it sugar, especially when you look like a mess.”
he had definitely bought you so many gauges that have little red feathers hanging from it
or simply his initials hanging from it to the point where you just wear one of his feathers around your neck
marking his territory and making sure you are safe
protective and trendy!
i hc that he has alot of bird like tendencies so you probably have to stop him from stealing the lil shiny things you have
your nuts and bolts allat
“keigo put my bolt down”
“but its so SHINY”
“NO.”
cue keigo’s WHINING
sometimes he just sits on his stool you put for him and play with your ears
like he’ll stare at them and ask you questions
“do they hurt?”
“kei im trying to focus”
“like they’re all stretched how long did they take?”
or he’ll bounce your curls
you’re just polishing a piece of hero gear
here comes kei silently sitting on his stool and gently grabbing a strand of your hair
pulling it down then you hear a quiet
“boing”
i hc that kei has adhd, has lil tic and has to fidget
(can you tell i self project onto majority of them)
(i mean hawks’ quirk must be IMMACULATE for fidgeting 😫👌🏽👌🏽)
(its dead his fault why i have a pretty bird tic)
and one day
“kei baby, here.” you said as you handed him a box. he cocked his head slightly as he looked at it. “what is this, dove?” he asked as he took the box. “well, i made you something to help with your fidgets.” you said as you rubbed the back of your neck. his wings puffed out as he smiled. he opened the box and gasped. you watched as his eyes brightened while he took out the keychain fidget toy. it has multiple sides to it. metal rings connected by two hoops, red, white and beige plastic bangs that were at the ends with two small red feathers at the chains. you watched as he bit his lips and tried not to cause a big reaction. “do you like it, pretty bird?” you asked. he nodded and pulled you into a hug. “thank you so much, baby.” he said into your shoulder. “and you can hook it onto your pants. cute, right?” you said as you gently rubbed his back. “yep, i’m cuddling the fuck outta you. lets go.” he said as he let you go and sweeped you up into his arms. you squealed with a giggle and wrapped your arms around his neck as he ran to the bedroom.
Todoroki Shouto
yall are in hs okay no time skips lmao
todoroki loves EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU
i mean he has so many sneaky pics of you working on your projects
oil on the cheek, gloves, goggles
straight up working in your zone
he will post on his story sometimes like
“look at my s/o”
“they’re working hard”
dry ass cute shit yk?
he carries scrunchies and glass cleaners 24/7
you take your projects on the go so he’ll just take out a scrunchie and neatly pull them curls back into a pineapple
my mans lowkey was struggling at first bc DAMN
CURLS BE FIGHTIN HIM
love the idea of todoroki watching youtube tutorials bc he’s TIRED of getting his ass BEAT by them
he kinda gets a lil grossed out when you take out your gauges and your earlobe kinda just dangles
like earrings in? cool asf
them out? my mans fold like a lawn chair. he looks away or makes a stink face
“are they in?”
“yes they’re in you lil baby. you can try attempted murder but you can’t look at stretched earlobes?”
“shut UP”
he does internally swoon when you put in gauges that match his hair colour
like you love him that much? okay i see
he’s amazed by how you work
sometimes he’ll just stand behind you like a lil sibling in the door way
“mom said it’s my turn on the xbox.”
(not at how me and todoroki are both the youngest siblings)
when you saw his first hero costume you busted out LAUGHING
that day you roasted todoroki to the point where he left
“janitor looking ass. my nigga where you goin? a space adventure? scary ass.”
“😐 are you done.”
“space jam headass, lookin like a g.i joe action figure. terminator lookin ass.”
“alright im leaving”
“no wait come back andjajdjsba”
i hc that todoroki has panic and anxiety attacks and things like that
so you made him a little sumn sumn for his anxiety
“candy, look here for a second?” you called out, making todoroki hum and look up from his notebook. “what happened?” he asked as he cocked his head slightly. “made you something.” you said as you handed him a small box. his eyes light up as he gently took the box. “really? are you sure?” he questioned. you only nodded with a smile as you placed your pencil behind your ear. you watched as he carefully opened the box. he pulled out a tan clicker toy and smiled confused. “what’s this, bub?” he questioned as he placed the box down. “a fidget toy i made for you that can help with your anxiety. it can help ground you when you feel overwhelmed? hopefully? oh! it also has a music box feature.” you said as you pointed at the back of the toy. he silently turned the toy around and you leaned over and pressed a button that played a music box version of a pearl by mitski. you watched as his shoulders loosened up at the sound of his favorite song. he placed the toy down while he tried to hold his smile back. he sighed and smiled widely. “thank you, i love it, bubba.” he said sweetly. “i’m glad you like it.” you whispered. “may i kiss you?” he asked. you simply nodded before he gently cupped your cheek and pressed a kiss to your lips. you pulled him into a hug.
#x black reader#x female reader#bnha x black!reader#bnha x poc!reader#todoroki shouto x reader#hawks x reader#shinsou x reader#kaminari x poc!reader#bnha x black reader#bnha x reader
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could u do fake dating headcanons where they slowly fall for u w atsumu, kenma & oikawa,, gn pronounces are fine :)
haikyuu boys slowly falling for you (fake dating edition) (gn!reader)
feat: atsumu, kenma, oikawa
warnings: fake dating, abuse of cliche tropes and commas and question marks, timeskip setting because im anything but creative, swearing
requests are open!
a/n: thank you for requesting this!! i hope you like it :D
atsumu
* you’ve been friends with him ever since high school and you watched his career grow
* youre both equally proud of each other n your friendship is built on mutual respect, trust and love
* you basically live in his apartment, with how much time you spend over there
* he would complain 24/7 about not having anyone to go to events with
* at one point you wanted to strangle him for never shutting up about it so you propose you go with him from time to time
* atsumu: “yeah, that was a setup”
* he KNOWS you’re drop dead gorgeous and everyone will be jealous of him that you’re with him (and you also look very good in formalwear, which he very much enjoys)
* and you get to have free food and drinks and also wear immaculate expensive clothes
* so,, you became his regular date for sponsorship events and stuff
* and you never really outright said you were just friends?? so you’re used to the media portraying you two as lovers but your close circle is aware that your relationship is platonic
* everything was going great until one of his sponsor company’s heir started hitting on you
* atsumu saw you flirting with the person and his mind went blank
* he,, he didn’t understand why he wanted to commit multiple crimes on the spot
* bokuto conveniently showed up next to atsumu at that moment
“hey, atsumu? why is your date flirting with them?” bokuto asked, suddenly appearing next to atsumu, which startled the latter out of his thoughts.
a better question would be why atsumu saw red at the thought of you getting friendly with anyone but him that night. he tried his best to keep his composure, but it was hard when you rested a hand on the heir’s shoulder, leaning your head back while laughing.
“atsumu, are you not going to answer me? your lover is-“
“my what?” atsumu asked, attention now completely off you.
“your lover? is that a term you don’t like? i could say partner... significant other... or anything you want, really,” bokuto answered, apologizing.
“you- you think me and (y/n) are together?”
“aren’t you? what, with the way you look at each other i was convinced you two were like... high school sweethearts or something, who hate pda,” bokuto explained, while atsumu’s eyes trailed back to you.
“you think... you think they’d wan’ me?”
“are you blind, buddy?”
you must have sensed their gazes, because as soon as those words left bokuto’s mouth, your eyes snapped towards atsumu and bokuto. the latter started waving with a cheerful smile while the former just stood, entranced by you and your presence. atsumu noticed traces of confusion appearing on your face, and watched as you excused yourself from the conversation you were previously interested in.
“‘tsumu, are you alright?” you questioned, approaching the pair. bokuto grinned and left, which made you even more confused.
“yeah, i’m fi- fine. hey, uh, (y/n), say... do you- why did you offer to come to these events as my date?” atsumu asked, eyes dead set on yours. you cracked a confused smile. you seemed to be capable of nothing but confusion at the moment.
“because you’re my best friend and i hated to see you so down because of your loneliness at these gatherings,” you replied, holding his gaze. “why didn’t you oppose it?”
his eyes studied you and when he saw nothing but sincerity, he let out a loud sigh. this was all very new and confusing to him. it’s like bokuto calling you atsumu’s lover set off a bomb inside his head that instead of causing a mess, made everything fall into place; why his gaze seemed to linger on you more often than before, why he was so eager to choose your outfits for these events, why he went to parties he didn’t even have to attend, why he got so jealous and angry when he saw you with the cute heir.
“holy shit,” he breathed and ran his hands through his hair, letting out a nervous chuckle and lowering his gaze to the ground. “holy shit.”
“you look like you’ve been enlightened, and i love that for you, but ‘tsumu, i’m still very confused.”
“i’m in love with you,” he said in disbelief, and quickly snapped his eyes back to your face when he realized he said it out loud. “i- i mean- i’m not in love with you, no way in hell, you’re- you’re my best friend, you- you smack my head whenever i say somethin’ inappropriate, you keep me from underminin’ myself, you always lift my spirits and for fuck’s sake, please, stop lookin’ at me like that because i will be getting hopeful and if you’re just joking, i will never hear the end of it and-“
you finally hd enough of his rambling and cut him off with a kiss. at first he froze, but seconds later he melted into your embrace, hands sneaking around your waist, pulling you closer.
when your lips separated, atsumu gasping for air after his word vomit and the long kiss you shared, you spoke up. “miya atsumu, you’re a real dumbass, you know that?”
his breath hitched and you kept quiet for a second to let him suffer a bit.
“but you’re my dumbass. i love you, you absolute piece of work.”
atsumu honest to god giggled and leaned in for another kiss, which you gave him without hesitation.
somewhere in the room, bokuto was collecting the money sakusa promised to give him if he got you two to kiss.
kenma
* kenma and you are both twitch streamers with similar content so you knew of each other but weren’t properly introduced
* until one of your mutual friends invited you both to stream among us with them
* you obv accepted
* so during the 3 hr stream, you and kenma were imposters together a lot and had the biggest, most twisted imp plays
* a friendly competition broke out at one point, too, trying to see who exposed the most impostors between the two of you
* your fans ate your dynamic up
* from then on, you two interacted more and started to appear in each others’ streams
* kenma even invited you to his minecraft smp
* you became besties basically
* SO
* all fun and games
* and then a huge sponsorship opportunity rolled in
* and the people at the company assumed you were dating
* uh oh
* you couldnt just tell them they have it wrong bc the whole thing depended on your relationship
* so
* big brain kenma suggest you two start to “date”
* you were against deceiving your followers but kenma assured you you could have a public breakup and tell everyone you were better off as friends
* so you reluctantly agreed
* it was only for two months anyways, what could go wrong?
* both of you, on week 3, in separate discord calls: uh oh, im in l*ve
* you both tried to cope (read: repress everything) but the realization on both of your parts threw your dynamic off a bit and fans have noticed
* so you had to do something abt it
* so kenma suggested you try your hand at a minecraft challenge together
* it was all fun and games until it wasnt
* you somehow ended up flirting back and forth ????
* chat was goin crazy, even in sub only mode
* both of you: ha ha im in danger
* when the stream ended, you stayed on call, because that was a routine you stuck to no matter what
“so... how are you doing?” you asked kenma, trying to clear the awkwardness from the air.
“good.”
maybe you should have taken kenma’s refusal to talk about anything into account when initiating conversation.
kenma, on the other end of the call was anxiously playing with his fingers, trying to figure out if his chat was right, and you were indeed flirting with him. and him with you. god.
“hey, y/n,” kenma said after a while, “were you flirting with me?”
his bluntness startled you and you had to mute yourself for a few seconds while you collected yourself.
“is there a correct answer?” you asked hesitantly.
“yes.”
“oh... uhm, maybe? it wasn’t intentional. or maybe it was, subconsciously, i don’t know,” you admitted quietly.
“good. it was intentional on my part, i think,” and okay, that was not the reply you expected to hear.
“really?”
“yeah, i- i like you i guess,” he said, sounding more confident by the minute. “do you like me too?”
“i- yeah. i do. i like you, kenma,” you replied, sighing a breath of relief. it felt good to admit it aloud to him.
“do you- would you maybe want to come over?” he asked sheepishly, which made absolutely no sense because he sounded so confident a second ago. “we could play mario kart?”
you let the beaming smile you were holding back take over your face. “i’ll be there in 10, kenma.”
“i’ll be waiting for you.”
oikawa
* on god mans hated your guts
* like,, okay, you were iwa’s close friend but you were so annoyingly honest all the time
* it drove him mad
* what also drove him mad is the fact that you loved to tease him
* no matter what the circumstance, whether he was in japan or in argentina, you always found a way to make him blush
* okay so maybe hate is a strong word, because he kind of thought you were pretty, but in a platonic way
* dumbass
* iwa always give both of you shit for not liking each other
* so you came up with a big brain idea
* you: ”oikawa! we should date!”
* oikawa: “what”
* after you explained the concept of fake dating to him and its benefits (which included a staged dramatic breakup, giving you both a reason to hate each other without iwa complaining)
* he was totally down
* iwa, when he first saw you holding hands: “i knew it”
* SO!! thus began weeks of pretending to be in love with each other for the sake of iwa
* which turned from pretending to not pretending real quick for your liking
* falling in love with oikawa was not a plan of yours
* (falling in love with you wasn’t his, either)
* with iwa’s constant nagging of “i knew it, you both were head over heels for each other from the moment you met”, the time for the breakup came quicker than expected (maybe you both had enough. so what.)
* you agreed to do it in front of iwa so he could see it happen
* you chose a mcdonalds parking lot, because then you could storm off and iwa would follow you to make sure you were ok and oikawa could go home and sleep
* maybe winging it was not the best idea
“babe,” you said with venom, “haven’t i told you a thousand times that i do not want to hear about your exes? seriously, it’s like the only thing you talk about,” you complained, as your fake-boyfriend took a sip from his drink.
“well, babe,” his tone matching yours, “i would shut up about them if took the hint sometimes. maybe i don’t like going to the movies as much as you seem to, it’s boring,” he rolled his eyes, subtly glancing at iwa, who looked very uncomfortable third wheeling your argument. good
“jerk. i don’t even want to go to the movies that much, asshole,” you spat, crushing your empty cup in your hand.
“oh, you want to go to the movies plenty. face it, (y/n), you’re boring. no wonder you didn’t have a boyfriend before me,” he replied and his words, even though you knew were fake, still hit hard and you couldn’t help the tears gathering in your eyes.
“okay, then, thanks for these wonderful past few weeks, so glad you decided to take pity on me.” you tried to keep acting, encouraging yourself with the fact that if oikwa meant what he said, you wouldn’t have to talk to him if iwaizumi finally saw you two break up.
you expected a lot of things, but genuineness in oikawa’s eyes was not one of them.
“(y/n), i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it like that,” oikawa pleaded, clearly forgetting about your mutual goal.
with a mumbled whatever, you started walking home, letting the sunset wash over your face. when you knew you were out of sight, you sat down on a bench and just started crying.
you don’t know how much time passed, but you heard a voice behind you speak up.
“hey (y/n).”
“what the fuck do you want, oikawa? to rub in the fact that my first boyfriend was just faking it so his best friend would get off his back? leave me alone, jerk,” you said, trying to wipe your tears away.
“i- i didn’t mean it like that, please, believe me,” he replied, taking a seat next to you. you scooted away from him. he sighed.
“why would i believe you? why do you want to make up, anyways? this fight was pretty real, no way iwaizumi didn’t believe it,” you sniffed.
“because maybe... maybe i was very happy about the fact that i could be your boyfriend, even if it was fake. maybe i’m in love with you,” he said softly, leaning towards you.
“please, stop playing games. it’s over,” you replied, trying very hard to ignore the raw emotion in his voice as he spoke.
“i really am, (y/n). i wasn’t at first, i admit it, but now i am. i love you, please, believe me,” he begged and you finally made eye contact with him. eyes were mirrors of the soul, after all.
you studied his face for a few minutes, looking for anything that could indicate he was trying to pull a shit prank on you, but you found nothing.
“asshole. maybe i’m in love with you too, what would you do if i said that?” you asked, wiping your nose with your sleeves.
“kiss you.”
“do it, then, i guess. but you’re still not completely forgiven.”
“what do i have to do to earn your forgiveness, (y/n)?” he asked and you sent him a mischievous smile.
“take the blame for this whole fiasco with iwaizumi.” he froze at your words and visibly gulped, but nodded nonetheless.
“okay, i will. can i kiss you now?”
you rolled your eyes. “yeah.”
and he did.
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cedric diggory x fem!reader
warnings: swearing
summary: Y/n begins to harbor feelings for a certain hufflepuff and the twins try to take it into their hands to try and get you together.
word count: 2.7k
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Astronomy was always one of your favourite classes. Spending hours looking up at the midnight sky and learning about the glittering stars that lit up the night always amazed you, whether you were at home lying in the grass or glancing into a telescope on the astronomy tower. Taking another look into your telescope you chart the last few planets for your project and take a deep breath of the clear, autumn air. Looking over to your right, you see a handsome boy with a mop of brown hair gazing at you. When the brunette sees you looking back at him his face goes a light pink and he quickly turns his attention back to his star chart.
Cute. You think to yourself, smiling slightly.
“Hey Fred, George?” you ask the red-headed twins by your side as you walk through the halls to breakfast. “What’s up, little star?” Fred questions. Little star was the nickname the twins had come up for you when they first found your love for astronomy and pairing it up with the fact you were much shorter than them, they thought it was perfect.
“Who was that brunette in our astronomy class? He was in Hufflepuff I think.” You started. “Ooh, does someone have a crush?” George teases. You can feel the tip of your ears go bright red at this. “what?! Oh, no, no” you stumbled quietly, taking a seat at the gryffindor table, the twins sitting across from you. “I just saw him looking at me in class and I was wondering who it was.” you finished quickly, starting to butter a piece of toast.
“Well my dear y/n,” Fred starts of dramaticly. “That was Cedric Diggory.” George finishes for him. “I’m surprised you haven’t heard of him before, he’s pretty popular.” He continues. “Cedric Diggory...” you test the name in your mouth, “Rings a bell, but i’m not quite sure, he plays quidditch doesn’t he?”
“Right you are y/n!” Fred smiles, shoveling a spoon of cereal into his mouth. Fred seems to take a glance behind you and his eyes widen as he breaks into a smile. “Speak of the devil, the bloke’s lookin’ at you right now!” he laughs and starts to wiggle his eyebrows at you. Rolling you eyes you slowly turn around and sure enough you’re met with a pair of beautiful grey eyes. You quickly swivel back around again and bury your pink face into your arms. “Blimey Georgie seems as though our little star’s got a big, fat, crush.” Fred jokes as he notices you embarrassment. “Can it Weasley, I haven’t even talked to him before.” you mutter. This seems to only send the twins into even more hysterics. Deciding to try your luck again, you turn around and look at the table filled with yellow and black ties, eventually again meeting the eyes of Cedric Diggory, this time feeling brave you offer him a smile and a wave. He grins back at you, and you decide you were going to try and talk to the adorable hufflepuff.
“shit, shit, shit.” you mutter to yourself running as fast as you could between crowds of confused students, you had spent too much time planning a new prank with the twins that now you were going to be late. You silently curse them under your breath. What made it worse was you had potions first thing in the morning and you knew Snape would bring hell down on you if you were late. Bursting into the classroom you made your way to the last open seat and hurriedly got out your parchment, quills and text book. “Nice of you to finally join us L/n.” Snape sneered at you. “you’re lucky this time, being right on time, but don’t think I won’t hesitate to take away house points next time, understood?” If looks could kill you’d be dead where you sat.
“Yes sir.” You say quietly, still slightly out of breath, you look up and suddenly the wind is getting knocked out of your lungs again, because sitting there is the boy himself, Cedric Diggory, you catch yourself staring and offer him a small smile before turning back to your papers, you didn’t need Snape lashing out at you again, he was being very generous already. As Snape continued to drone on and on about the importance of cutting your ingredients properly, after another gryffindor had botched his potion, a small piece of parchment is pushed your way.
Hey, how are you today?
reading the note, you grab your quill and scribble something back.
Bloody tired how bout you?
you slide the note to the brunette and await his response.
Bored, don’t understand how snape can go on and on for this long at a time, ridiculous really, no one cares.
you giggle silently and the note is ripped from you hands. Glancing up terrified, Snape is glowering at the two of you. “Writing notes in this class is strictly prohibited you two, 10 points from hufflepuff and gryffindor!” He shouts. You sigh and lay your head on your arms, wishing you were up in the astronomy tower with Professor Sinistra gazing at the constellations, you had always been one of her favourites.
When Snape finally dismisses class you stuff your parchment back into your bag and set off for transfiguration, turning out of the class you feel a warm hand gently grab your wrist, you turn around and meet those beautiful grey eyes, Godric you could stare at them foreve- “I’m sorry about that.” he apologizes, his head hanging motioning towards the classroom. You give him an understanding smile. “It’s alright, if anything im upset at Snape, that prat’s always getting in others business.” you say with a light laugh. Cedric seems to smile at this. “Guess we kind of got started on the wrong foot, I’m Cedric, Cedric Diggory.” He smiles, stretching out his hand. “y/n l/n” you say, taking his large hand into yours and shaking it. “Where are you headed y/n?” he asks. “Oh i’m on my way to transfiguration.” you reply back, “I’ve got herbology, but I was wondering if I could walk you to class?” You can almost see a light pink hue on his cheeks. You smile and agree making your way down the halls and corridors, making small talk with the hufflepuff, you don’t want it to end, the ways his eyes light up reminds you of the stars. “Well this is my stop.” you sigh sadly and look back at Cedric, thanks again for walking me.” you smile sweetly at him. “Anytime y/n, you’ve got astronomy later tonight, right?” he asks hopefully. “yup, I’ll see you there?” you wave at him. “see you then.” He agrees turning and heading to the green houses. You can barely focus on Professor Mcgonagall’s lesson, your mind constantly drifting back to those stunning grey eyes and soft brown curls, sighing in contentment you find yourself looking forward for astronomy even more than usual.
Fred and George immediately notice the look of love on your face and they silently began forming a plan to get the two together.
“Well hello there little star.” George says casually, sliding in beside you at lunch time with a wicked grin playing on his lips.“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask suspiciously. “What? Little ol’ me? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” putting emphasis on the no. Fred chooses then to appear on you other side as you bring a spoonful of soup to your lips. “It’s just we couldn’t help, but notice you and little Diggory walking together, and you looked quite happy during class today.” Fred nudges you with his elbow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, me and Cedric were just talking.” you state turning your attention back to your lunch. “Really?” George asks “because your blush seems to beg to differ.” he continues teasing you. You mentally curse your red cheeks, and continue to sip on your soup.
As midnight rolls around you all but jump and run out the portrait door to get to the astronomy tower almost running over the twins in your path. “Woah, slow down there y/n what’s got you in such a rush?” you sigh and try to push past them, “I’ve got to get to the astronomy tower you nitwits.” unsuccessfully pushing them over. “Alright, alright little star.” let’s get going, don’t want to keep your little prince charming waiting.” he says in a sing-song voice, referencing a muggle fairy tale you enjoyed. “Oh shut it you twat.” you roll your eyes at him.
Finally climbing up the tower, the sight of the scene in front of you never ceases to take you breath away, the beautiful carved stone of the castle and the midnight sky, littered with thousands of twinkling lights. You take a second to appreciate the sight in front of you until George pushes you out of the way.“Christ y/n you realize there are more people in the class right?” you scoff lightly at him before turning to see Cedric climbing up the stairs, his bookbag on his shoulders. “Hey y/n” he says when his eyes land on you, “hey Ced, you say sweetly, walking over to greet him. Fred scoffs at you “you’ve never greeted us like that now have you little star.” you give him a warning look feeling the tip of your ears heat up again before making your way towards Cedric.
“Beautiful night isn’t it love?” He says turning towards the dark sky, your knees start to weaken at the nickname, but you stay strong. “Sure is, did you get the paper done for today?” you continue on.
George nudges Fred, “let operation get Ceddy and y/n together begin.” he says with a smirk. Professor Sinistra soon begins today’s lesson, “alright everyone, grab a partner and head to your stations, make sure you have your. star charts and a quill” she announces. You immediately turn to Fred and George, you had the habit of working in a group of three and Profeser Sinistra never minded. The two red-heads must’ve had other plans though because they began to turn and walk away from you and your usual spot. Frowning slightly you turn around and run into what feels like a wall... There isn’t a wall here... Looking up you blush and begin to stutter out an apology, for you had run straight into Cedrics chest. He seems almost baffled, but soon regains his train of thought. “H-hey, um- y/n, would you like to be my partner? I-I noticed the twins already left so...” he asks quietly, you have the urge to just lean up and kiss him, but instead you take a second just to admire the adorable boy before you, his pink cheeks, the way his gaze seemed to wander, never landing on you, and how he figeted with his wand, twirling it around in between his fingers. “Of course Ced, let’s get started.” you smile at him and you see his usual happy personality return. Sinistra begins to explain the assignment in depth. “I would like you to locate and chart these stars for me...” she began to call out a list of stars and planets and you and Cedric began to jot them down. “Do you want to alternate looking into the telescope?” you ask, turning to the brunette again. “It’s alright little star, I know how much you love Astronomy.” Your breath catches in your throat. “you know about that nickname?” you laugh nervously. “Of course y/n, I always hear Fred and Geoge calling you it.” Was it just you or did he sound... Jelous? you didn’t get to finish your thought as Fred called across the tower. “Oi, Diggory! Get your own nickname for her, that ones ours!”
“Mr. Weasley!” Profeser Sinistra snaps, “turn back to your telescope and focus!” You laugh again and turn back to Cedric. “Well you heard him, you’re going to have to find a new nickname.” Cedric starts to think this over. “I’ll think of one soon, let’s get started.” You nod and clasp your hands around the telescope, pulling it closer as you peak into it. you begin to search for the different points, but instead get lost in all the beautiful sights. Without noticing you begin to trace the constellations and stare in awe at the faraway planets. You eventually start to call out coordinates to Cedric, but he doesn’t answer, turning to look at him, confused, he seems to be lost in thought, pondering a great question or rethinking a happy memory as he’s got a small grin on his face. You snap him out of his trance by waving a hand int front of his eyes. “Cedric? You in there?” you say jokingly, poking his nose. “hm- oh yeah! sorry about that where was Sirius again?” you roll your eyes and smile, repeating the coordinates again. This little exchange doesn’t go unnoticed by the red-headed pranksters, who feel the edges of their lips perk up. “Hey George, I guess they didn’t really need our help after all, they seem to be all over eachother already!” Fred sighs to his twin. “Maybe we can give them one last push later?” George suggests. “What did you have in mind?” the eldest twin grins mischievously.
“And done!” you clap your hands together and start to tuck your parchment back into your bag. “Thanks for writing those down for me Cedric, it gets kinda hard when i’m always looking at things off topic.” you giggle softly. “Anytime y/n I had fun.” he grins back at you, smiling fondly at the memory of you gazing into the stars, permanently engraving it in his mind. Handing over your star chart to Profeser Sinistra, the two of you begin to make you way back down the astronomy tower, joking and laughing all the way down. As you reach the bottom you feel a shoulder bump into yours and you stagger, tripping over the last step. You brace for impact, but instead you feel two strong arms embrace you and a distant voice saying, “can’t go wrong with the classics.” and a loud high-five. You were going to kill the twins. Looking back up at the hufflepuff boy, you begin to mutter out an apology for what felt like the millionth time today and begin to back away, the arms around you only tighten, you glance back up and meet again with those piercing grey eyes and melt. “It’s alright love, glad I was here to catch you.” If possible you can feel your check heat up even more trying, but again failing to look away. You’re about to open your mouth when Cedric speaks again. “I think I found a good nickname for you. Of course, if you like it.” he begins. “Oh? Do enlighten me Ced.” you tease. You can feel Cedric lean in slightly closer to your ear and with a soft voice he whispers.
“My star.” he says simply. “what do you think?” he’s smiling hopefully at you now. You changed your mind, the twins were now your favourite people in the whole wide world, well second maybe... “I quite like it.” you finally say finally, finding your voice again. “But, I’m not exactly yours yet am I?” you’re surprised at your own confidence. “Well, I suppose we’re going to need to change that huh? How’s Friday, 7 o’clock by Black Lake?” He says his smile growing wider. “You’ve got yourself a date Diggory.” you wrap your arms around the boy in front of you and feel him spin you around in circles, the both of you laughing happily. You and Cedric walk hand-in-hand back towards the gryffindor common room. “Thanks for walking me back Cedric, I’ll see you tomorrow.” giving him one last hug you turn back around and walk towards the portrait, whispering the password before walking in. “Soo?” George begins. “Are we the best or are we the best?” Fred finishes smugly. You wrap both of them into a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you whisper into their shoulders, grinning like a madman, Fred and George were congratulating you and patting your back. Little did you know, down in the hufflepuff common room Cedric was smiling into his pillow as he drifted off into dreams, picturing the perfect date the two of you would share. He decided, maybe Astronomy was his favourite subject too.
#cedric diggory#cedric diggory x reader#cedric diggory imagine#harry potter imagine#x reader#imagines#harry potter#cedric x y/n#weasley twins#fred weasley#george weasley
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Most Likely To Thoughts
because i am an angry theater kid
spoilers below
First of holy shit. That was one of the best episodes of the season. My second favorite (episode 5 has a special place in my heart okay?)
big red is awesome
i missed ABF this episode hes awesome
miss jenn you literally did the exact same thing
“would you like to be the first” “im good”
ashlyn youre a cutie
oh my god guys they’re actually rehearsing
FRICKING GO BIG RED
EJ YOU KILLED IT
Gaston was ICONIC.
the callback to 1x08
“monkies”
im sorry you guys haven’t blocked the 2nd act?!?!?!?! its MARCH the show was cast in January you’ve had TWO months i have been in shows blocked in less time
*angry theater kid screeching*
“It’s an expression, Sebastian”
Seb is going to snap one day. This is like the fourth time this has happened this season.
Like he lowkey looked pretty sad and angry after that comment. Maybe the episode 10 Seblos fight isn’t going to be so private.
ANYWAYS back to the episode (i will gladly talk about seblos all day)
KOURT AND NINI KOURT AND NINI
they lookin good
kourt and nini have started a “relationships are hard” club and the members include big red, gina, and seb. ricky and ej pop in from time to time
kourtney that is a great lie well done
communication saves lives and obviously ricky and nini never got the memo
ricky no
did you learn nothing from nini and ej?
i do like how he immediately regretted it. like he knows he effed up
oooo ej, gina, carlos, and seb thats intersting
do not try to tell me carlos and seb dont hold hands in class bc they do
#giveusmoreoftheseforupleaseineedagroupchat
AIHFDAKFHGAL GINAS SNORT I LOVE IT
ej honey i think you like her
ngl i might have jumped on the portwell train
GINA LEFT BAHAHA
cash caswell
i hate him already
ej just sinking in his chair
carlos’ somewhat impressed face i cant
cash you son of a gun why
cash this is career day not show off your son day
ej noooo
“seize the day” theatre kids share a knowing glance
im shocked carlos didnt stand up and do the choreo
miss jenn has a new man every episode omfg
mazzara is my fav
STOP
HOLD THE PHONE
THEY ARE DOING TECH WORK
I REPEAT, TECH WORK
IM A TECHIE IM FREAKING OUT OMFG
those are the nicest high school aprons like where are the ratty tshirts?!?!
how is sebs so messy
bitter seb
i smell tension
ope seb is mad
he is going to snap one day i swear
you can tell carlos regretted it or just doesnt understand what happened
im glad the seblos fight is building instead of something out of the blue
seb has been kinda pushed around this season im happy he is finally saying something
and no more seblos the rest of the episode rip
carlos go after your boyfriend come on
you know what would have been fun? they have their bantar while cleaning brushes and rollers in a clogged sink
ricky have you ever asked how big red is doing?
ASHLYN WITH A DRILL
OMFG GUYS I LOVE DRILLS YESSSSSS
why is there no drill piece in the drill what is she doing? is she bolting stuff or predrilling?
ash trying to be supportive
i love ashlyn guys
omfg two parents this episode what is this?
kourt’s mom being on her side love to see it
“i live to serve”
“i cleaned your desk a little” yep she’ll take you back after that
the shade kourtney is throwing im living for it
ricky just disappears and reappears
oof-okay richard
the pizza place fight. they were both in the wrong, im glad kourt shut them down
REDLYN NOOOO
i love them
ash is trying so hard and red is trying to get her to understand
mazzara you sneaky
i thought it was a date lol
miss jenn take the hint
PORTWELL HOME SCENE
that was really sweet, like go ej and gina, they have one of the healthiest relationships on the show because they learned what not to do.
thats a nice treehouse
lesbians build nice things
i should know
bc im one- ill stop
the treehouse scene-holy shiz. its amazing. props to josh and olivia, i was on the verge of tears. best rini scene of the season, hands down. it was beautiful
nini is sobbing i cant
ricky you can cry its okay
im so happy the breakup happened, major rini shipper in season 1 but they have fallen flat this season. it was handled so well and just gahhh
nini sobbing by herself
NINA IM CRYING NOW STOPPP
roman sounds so good holy.
like so good
this does damper my theory on ricky leaving halfway through the show and seb taking over as beast and singing this
MONTAGE TIME
“you’re gorgeous”
mazzara fell hard
“To Miss Jenn” why am i laughing
GABFILFBIWE PORTWELL
OH MY GOD GINA IS ASLEEP
EJ AND THE HOODIE
GUYS I CANT ANYMORE IM LOSING IT
THE LITTLE SMILE WHEN EJ TURNS THE LIGHTS OFF
REDLYN IS BACK IM SO GLAD
you guys are adorable
howie fell hard
omfg ej
ej noo we love you pls be okay
redlyn you cuties
RICKY NO
IM SOBBING NOW
OMFG LOOK AT HIM
HE HELD IT TOGETHER FOR NINI
GUYS IM CRYING I CANT
AHHHHHH
we stan big red in this house
ricky and the pillow no
glad ashlyn sticked around
i am dead. ricky thank you thats it.
like that broke me
i should not be crying over this i have already cried to much this season
you know what would have made this scene better? seb just sitting on his bed then carlos texts him and he pushes his phone aside. something to show them drifting bc its happening and i need content
like where were they the second half?
ITS OVER
WTF
LIKE WHAT THE ACTUALLY HECK YOU CANNOT END IT THERE
WHAT IS HAPPENING
As you can probably tell, I lost my mind this episode. I have no words, nothing at all. All I have is my tears. The past two episodes have been the best of the season. Episode 8 was another level.
#disney+#im crying#hsmtmts#hsmtmts season 2#hsm the series#hsm series#ricky bowen#ricky#nini salazar roberts#nini#rini#nina#big red#ashlyn#ashlyn moon#ashlyn moon caswell#redlyn#ej#ej caswell#gina#gina porter#portwell#seb#seb matthew smith#carlos#carlos rodriguez#seblos#kourtney#kourtney greene#miss jenn
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Baekhyun :: working blues
request: Hii! Im rlly into baekhyun's new album rn and i was hoping u could write a fluff where ur just having a rough day and he sings u to sleep pls!! Rlly like ur fluff writes btw 💕💕
thank you so much for your kind words! i haven't written about exo in a long, long time but i hope that you still like what i came up with!
warnings: overworking, stress
1.8k words, gn reader
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Sometimes you felt like the world was collapsing on you. The weight on your shoulders got too heavy at times and you were just tired. So tired, so tired. Today was one of those days.
The work you had to do didn't seem to end. At this point you couldn't even count how many e-mails you had answered, how many texts you have read, how many calls you made and how many words you have written. Your eyes were so tired they started to water at the sight of the bright screen of your laptop in front of you. When had it become so dark around you? Hasn't it been noon just a few minutes ago?
A quick glance through your bedroom window and towards the clock on your wall told you something different. It was already eight p.m., the streetlamp outside your window was the only source of light right now other than your laptop. With a sigh you leaned back into your chair and tried stretching your arms as well as your neck and legs. Every joint in your body seemed to make a protesting cracking noise and as you tried to massage your neck, your muscles burned with protest.
You sighed again. Maybe you really should invest in one of those fancy office chairs that claimed to be a blessing for your whole body. At the thought of the price however you shook that thought out of your head.
Standing up you got through another round of stretching your whole body and decided to check out the kitchen for food. It only hit you as the dim light of the fridge illuminated your face that you were supposed to go grocery shopping today. Empty shelves greeted you back and your stomach grumbled angrily.
You tried hard not to scream out of frustation. Nothing wanted to work your way these days and you were honestly so tired of it. For some time you were able to tell yourself that everything would work out and that you would find your working blues again but that was yet to happen. Quietly you closed the fridge door again, sliding down against it to the floor.
The project you had been assigned at the start of last week was way more complicated than you had anticipated, the sources you were thinking of using turned out to be a scam. Adding to that the promotion you had been so sure of getting had been given to someone else and while you could understand that they deserved it, you were sure that you would have deserved it as well. Not only was your fridge emtpty but you had been neglecting your healthy eating habits for quite some time now, which only frustated you more.
And today all of these things seemed to add up all at once, crushing you under their weight.
When was the last time you really had a good nights sleep? You had worked late and gotten up early, eating only bits and pieces of instant food, sitting at your desk all day and falling into bed only to repeat the same cycle over and over again. Right now you were fighting to keep the tears at bay but the merry-go-round in your head kept spinning, piling up more and more worries.
When was the last time you had seen your friends? When was the last time you even properly talked to them? You were always telling them that you were busy with work when they asked to hang out. They never pressured you to still come with them but you knew that they would love to see you again even for a few hours. Yet you still could not get yourself to take their invitations, the thought of your unfinished project sitting in the back of your head constantly.
When was the last time your boyfriend--?
Just as the tears started flowing down your face the doorbell rang. Its sound surprised you so much that you jumped up, your heart beating fast. The clock in your kitchen read nine p.m. One hour went by while you were staring holes in the walls and drowned in your thoughts.
You couldn't really think of a reason why someone would visit you this late, on a weekday nonetheless. But not answering the door wasn't an option either, you would just start to worry about 'what-ifs'. So you decided to take a peak through the peephole in your door.
Your heart picked up its pace at you saw a familiar face illuminated by the light of a smartphone-screen, lookin worried and confused. Fumbling with your keys you opened the door and the person looked up from their phone.
"Hey Bambi, are you okay?"
Baekhyuns voice filled your ears as soon as he looked into your face. He eyed you up and down, making sure you were alright. "I texted and tried to call you for at least two hours now. There was no reaction from you whatsoever."
As you allowed him to step into your home, you sighed. "Sorry, I threw my phone across the room at one point and didn't pick it up again."
Your boyfriend chuckled as he got rid of his shoes and coat, placing both neatly onto their usual spots in the entrance of your flat. Just the sight of him, doing everyday things, smiling, talking was an instant boost for your mood. Now that he was here you fully realized just how much you had missed his presence.
"Why would you throw your phone?", Baekhyun questioned.
You made a dismissive move with your hand, not wanting to talk about the infuriating call you had to make a few hours ago. "I was frustrated", you only said.
Together you and Baekhyun made your way towards your bedroom. Just as you stepped into the room and turned on the lights you remembered the state you left your working place in. But it was too late to make him turn around now. Quickly you tried to tidy up the place a little bit, hiding the traces of your overworking as Baekhyun cleared his throat to gain your attention.
"Are you drowning yourself in work again?"
You stopped dead in your tracks. This wasn't the first time he had seen you piling up work on your shoulders and ending up being unable to do anything else. Back then you had promised him to take better care of yourself or at least take real breaks once in a while to catch a breath.
"Maybe...."
Now it was Baekhyuns turn to sigh. "Did you eat today? And before you answer i mean 'eat a proper meal'."
Picking up your phone from the floor you sat yourself down on the bed. "No, not really. It's just this project..."
Baekhyun shook his head at you, but you still noticed the small smile on his face. "You are such a hard-working person. But you need to allow yourself some time to breathe, you know?"
His voice was calm, sounding like music to your ears. Even after all this time you had been in a relationship with him you were still surprised by how easily he could make you relax.
"Yes, I know."
"And since I am such a caring and awesome boyfriend", he said, rustling with a plastic bag you only now noticed in his hands, "I brought you some food."
As you looked into his smiling face you couldn't help but ask yourself how you got so lucky.
The meal was good, it was your favorite and having Baekhyun by your side made you feel even more grounded. It almost felt like you gained new energy after a week of complete exhaustion and constant worrying. While you were eating the both of you talked about everything and nothing, catching up, telling stories and sharing your newest netflix suggestions.
The evening proceeded and your eyes landed on the clock again. It was late, if you were still caught up in your workaholic-lifestyle you would have already been asleep right now. However surprisingly you currently were not even close to worrying about getting up the next morning. What bothered you most right now was that this evening would end and eventually you would have to go to sleep an wake up in the morning, getting back to your work.
Baekhyun seemed to notice the frown on your face sooner than you could hide it again. "What's wrong?"
You shrugged. "This is nice, simply being together with you. But you probably have to leave soon and then tomorrow I have to work on this stupid project again."
"I can stay the night, if you want me to of course."
"I didn't want to pressure you into--"
"You didn't", he interrupted you, before you could end the sentence and feel like you made him stay against his will, "I actually wanted to ask if I could stay anyways. Tomorrow is one of my free days. I could even keep you company while you work."
Your chest felt warm at his words. "I would love that."
Soon you two found yourselves back in your bed, bodies entangled with each other, quiet breaths sounding through the room. You could feel your eyelids growing heavy, but as soon as you closed your eyes all you could think of was the next morning, the project, the unanswered emails, the calls.
"Still can't calm down, Bambi?", Baekhyun whispered in your ear, while slowly stroking your hair.
With closed eyes you shook your head. "I can't take my mind off of work."
The next thing you heard was quiet humming coming from Baekhyun. You could feel the vibration of his vocal chords against your own body. His voice really was a blessing for everyones ears, he could carry emotions through singing that you weren't even able to put into words. His songs made you happy, they made you cry occasionally, they made you feel calm or made you miss something you didn't even knew existed. It was a gift.
His humming transformed into words, calmly sang into the otherwise dark and quiet room.
It's a night filled with a single stream of light
You're my timely rain, Bambi
I don't want to waste even a second of this night just
being the two of us
As you listened to his singing, you could finally feel your muscles relaxing, your brain calming down and your whole body drifting towards sleep. There were no worrysome thoughts turning your mind upside down anymore, there was only Baekhyun and his voice filling your head with images of your favorite places, your favorite memories and him. The warmth of his body under the blankets made you feel safe, at home. This was were you belonged.
And while Baekhyun continued with the song you fell into a deep sleep, one that you deserved after all the work you had done. You already knew that you found your blues again. Everything would work out again, just like you had always thought yourself. And all you had needed was just a small push in the right direction from the right person.
I don't want to wake up from this dream, keep this tempo
I hope the sun doesn't rise while I keep my eyes closed
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I really hope you enjoyed this one! It was nice to write something again but I do feel like i am a little bit out of training i guess haha
and also if you feel like the reader in this scenario, please remember that there will be better days & that life is more than working day to day! take a break, make some tea, get some fresh air and get back to your work with a fresh mind; you can do it!!
#baekhyun#byun baekhyun#bbh#baekyhun imagine#baekhyun scenario#baekhyun fluff#x reader#baekhyun x reader#gn reader#exo#baekhyun bambi#exo scenario#exo imagine#exo x reader#baekhyun fic
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a/n: hello everyone, this is my first ever piece of work im posting on here!! i’m a lil nervous to post it, but the idea came to me while i was taking a shower and i really wanted to write it so here it is <333 the concept is kinda personal to me as a Black woman but i really wanted to share my feelings and also make it a lil fluffy (kinda?? hopefully?) anyway please enjoy and leave feedback i would really appreciate it!
word count: ~1k
warnings: none! a lil fluffy <33
my ko-fi! thank you :)
“Still up for the farmer’s market tomorrow, darling? We should get there early before the crowds form.” Harry suggests, walking back into his bathroom to finish up his extensive, nightly skincare routine.
You look up from your phone, about to voice your confirmation when you suddenly remember what you have planned for tomorrow. You made an appointment with your hair braider nearly two weeks ago but she was so booked with summer starting that tomorrow was the soonest appointment you could get. “I can’t,” you sigh, locking your phone and setting it down next to you on Harry’s bed. “I’m getting my hair done tomorrow at eleven.”
Harry pokes his head out of his bathroom, face gleaming from the serum he just rubbed all over it. “S’no problem darling, farmer’s market doesn’t close ‘til one. We’ll make it.”
At this statement, you can’t help but to throw your head back and laugh. Harry’s certainty that your hair would be done within two hours, given your hairstylist was actually ready for you by 11, was laughable. Yours and Harry’s relationship was still fairly new and since he had never been in a relationship with a Black woman, he was still learning all about your hair-- what hair products work best, why you can’t just use his shampoo when you run out of the bottle you keep in his shower, why you don’t just wake up, run your fingers through your hair, and waltz out the door, why you don’t wash your hair every day, and so much more. However, he did not know how long it took for protective styles to be installed in your hair, and he certainly wouldn’t guess it’s an all-day affair.
“Heyyyyy,” he drawls, walking over to his bed and flopping next to you. “Yeh laughin’ at me? What’s so funny?” Harry has a genuine look of confusion on his face, poking you in your side.
You pull your body up from your lounging position and turn to face him, crossing your legs. “It’s just,” you start. “I think we’d do best to go to the farmer’s market next weekend. It’s just that my hair will take more than a couple hours, s’all.”
At this information, Harry's eyes widen. He looks at your hair, still obviously very confused. “More than a couple of hours? How? What are yeh gettin’ done to it?” The fact that your hair could take so long to do is just beyond him. He doesn’t understand at all and you giggle at his genuine curiosity.
“I’m getting box braids done. They’re a protective style, so that means you won’t have to wait 45 minutes for me to do my hair every time we go somewhere now!” He laughs at this, causing you to poke his dimple.
“I’ve seen those before! They look like they hurt. Do they hurt?” Harry is still extremely curious seeing as you haven’t explained anything to him. “Where are yeh goin’ to get them done? Can I come?”
You laugh again, amazed at how invested in your hair Harry is. “It kinda hurts a little if she installs them too tight but if she doesn’t, it’s fine,” you pause for a little bit, wondering if you should allow Harry to come with you. You didn’t want to just invite him to sit there tomorrow and take up space, especially because it might be a busy day. Also, your boyfriend, as you were slowly learning from the five months you’ve been together, could get extremely restless when he got bored. “I’m afraid you’ll be bored if you tag along.”
Harry shakes his head, getting up from the bed to turn off the overhead light. “None o’ that, lovie. You know I’m never bored when I’m with yeh. Would love to go and see what the process is like if ya don’t mind me being there.”
Your heart swells at the fact that Harry wants to put in the effort to understand more about your hair. As a Black woman, your hair was one part of you that you’ve struggled to love your entire life and are still learning to love. The way you care for your hair and all the work that goes into it is not something you talk about with everyone, not even all of your girlfriends. “I’ll text my stylist tomorrow morning and make sure it won’t be a problem to have an extra body there.”
Harry climbs back into bed and pulls back the covers, snuggling up to you. “Can’t wait.”
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“Harry please c’mon, you know I don’t like being late for things!” You call up the steps of his flat, looking at the time on your phone that read 10:47 a.m.
“‘M comin’, lovie,” he yells down at you. “Lookin’ for my book. Yeh seen it?”
You think for a moment before remembering you saw it on the floor of the bathroom last, assuming he left it there after his bath last night. “Bathroom. I’m gonna wait in your car, okay?” Harry tells you again that he’s coming and you grab his keys from the counter, make sure you have your braiding hair, and go outside. He comes out shortly after, sunglasses on and hood up.
“Sorry, love. I’ll get us there, don’t worry,” he grabs your hand and places a kiss to it. “How do I get there?”
You direct Harry to your hair shop and get there quicker than you anticipated, not realizing that Harry’s place was a little closer to it than yours. He parks the car and scrambles out, quickly walking around to your side to open the door for you. “C’mon babe, didn’t mean to make you late. It’s a few past 11.” His urgency is so cute that you don’t tell him that your hairstylist most likely isn’t even ready for you yet.
Upon walking in, your hairstylist greets you and Harry excitedly. “Hey, girl! Have a seat, I’m almost done with her.” You and Harry look at the client she has in her chair, seeing she’s also getting box braids and isn’t even halfway done.
“See,” you lean over and whisper. “I told you it would be best to go to the farmer’s market next weekend.”
#harry styles x reader#harry styles#harry styles fluff#harry styles imagine#harry styles blurb#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles x y/n#harry styles one shot#harry styles concept#boyfriend harry#fine line#solo harry#please let me know what you think#<3#braided
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SO i just finished wonder egg priority and i think that with confidence i can say it has been one of my favorite animes like... ever ?? and not even from hyperfixation or obsession over it just... its so fucking real yet so simple in a way that i havent rlly seen shown in any other shows you feel ??
but first i wanna talk about how sexy the art and animation is real quick... HOMIE ITS SO GOOD LIKE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT JUST... serotonin... the characters are all so unique and iconic and fun but not over the top in their designs yknow ??? they seem like regular every day girls but they stand out and theyre all sO CUTE !!!! also i love how the style is like this soft bubbly slice of life lookin stuff with bright happy colors and the most beautiful scenes you could find but they also have the SICKEST fight scenes complete with whimsical animal helpers and terrifying villains and crazy weapons unique to each character. and the animation. god DAMN shawty i am obsessed with everything in this show. i might make a post solely about the art later lol bc i wanna get into the other stuff.
so the themes in the show right ?? it starts just as this cute lil magical girl kinda deal but within the first episode we see that like.. oh damn... thats kinda heavy... tbh i was a little shocked and thought about stopping bc yknow bad mental health BUT i was so intrigued that i had to keep going and i am SO GLAD that i did. because this show just so beautifully discusses all these heavy topics in such an eloquent and artistically expressive way. and also like, , the juxtaposition of the charming childlike vibe with bright colors and 14 yr old girl protagonists against the dark themes of suicide and so much else,, i think is just perfect. bc a lot of heavy animes are more of the seinen genre and have some middle aged dude as a protag or make the entire color palette dim or offer little relief to the pain of these heavy themes right ?? but NO not wonder egg bitches B) because these problems arent just things that ppl face later in life or just problems that need to be talked about among adults or the edgy seinen watching squad,, these are REAL problems that face people of every age, gender etc and i think its awesome that wonder egg addresses that. some may cringe at the thought of their high schooler watching animes that discuss sexual harassment, suicide, abuse, self harm, eating disorders etc,, but in reality it is the most comforting thing i have ever come across and is basically jsut free anime therapy. because not only does wonder egg present these themes to the viewers as something real that happens to all kinds of people (making said people feel heard in a way that maybe they hadnt before), but it also makes sure to vanquish all of these forms of trauma. and the way the trauma is vanquished isnt always beautiful and it isnt always just magically gone with a poof. the struggles of overcoming or living with that sort of thing are shown in such a real and relatable way that addresses every hardship trauma survivors have to go through. and i just. god i cry bro.
oh m y GOD and the lgbtq+ rep in this show ?? like shawty... as soon as i saw episode one i was picking up on some gay/lesbian themes but then again im sapphic and project that a lot so i tend to see that sort of stuff like... everywhere... but NE WAYS... episode ten made me FUKCING CRY BRO LIke i cant believe there was a whole trans character with a whole trans pride hoodie like LKGHKDGH my heart is just so.. so fucking full thinking about him. bc like yeah i know there are trans characters in anime but i feel like theyre always very ambiguous about actually being trans or not or erased or portrayed as a harmful stereotype or theyre constantly misgendered and still refered to as their assigned gender at birth and i hate it. HOWEVEr... Kaoru.. *chefs kiss* it was so amazing to see a character straight up say “yeah im trans” in such a casual yet powerful way bc i personally have never seen that before. and i love love loved how he went into his backstory and talked to momoe about gender bc i think thats what she rlly needed and that it helped her find herself and it makes me so happy oh my god,, and the way they talked about it never seemed forced or like it was the focal point of his existence yknow ?? like yeah he existed to help momoe overcome some of her trauma but he also just existed to be HIM yknow ?? also... personally, i headcanon momoe as a trans girl even though i dont remember it being explicitly stated plus the school scenes of her and stuff would seem like they suggest otherwise ??but,,, SHAWTY THE AMOUNT OF SUBTEXT and her complicated relationship w gender is... something i feel like a cis girl would not go through so harshly yknow ?? with all of the questioning and feeling detached from femininity or feeling like ppl dont see her as an actual girl and only like her as a guy or for her masculine traits,,, but dont take my word on this bc i myself am a cis girl but that was just my take on it as someone in the lgbtq+ community trying to educate myself on the transgender community :) either way,, wonder eggs portrayal of momoe and kaoru and the way that momoe becomes so passionate about expressing herself the way she wants to as a girl is just... good lord im gonna cry its so perfect,,,.so ... i just love this show way too much. i also am honestly super lost about the relationship btwn acca and ura-acca ?? bc i was gonna mention ura-acca as a canonically gay guy bc when i was watching i interpreted ep 11 as him being in love with acca and being jealous of Azusa (bc i mean,, they lived together (i swear to god there was only one bed in that apartment) and had a daughter together and def loved each other and also when Frill said they were husbands and then when ura-acca said he wasnt attracted to azusa but he was def jealous of their relationship ??) but then i saw somewhere that theyre brothers ?? which would make sense ig since they look kinda similar and accas daughter called ura-acca “uncle”.. but at the same time its ANIME SO THEY ALL LOOK SIMILAR and referring to gay couples as siblings is an EXTREMELY common euphemism soooo... IM JUST LOST HERE... but yeah i tried doing research and found different things so i cant say anything for sure >:( however,,, if they are canonically a lil fruity for each other... when frill refered to acca as ura-accas husband i imploded dude you never hear that sort of wording in anime.. but if theyre related i am so sorry.
god this is so much longer than i planned it to be oops but i also love the theme about like.. relying on friends to help carry your weight but at the same time not becoming completely dependent on those friends and using their support to learn how to love yourself and rely on yourself yknow ?? bc that is exactly what healthy friendships look like. bc i think ai sort of had a codependency thing goin on with koito maybe ?? but now she has a whole squad of funky friends that are so so different but all struggle with different kinds of trauma and although they fight over it, they always get through it with each other together. and they push each other no matter what to be the best versions of themselves and they teach other that getting hurt is okay because theyre always gonna be there to pick up the pieces no matter what happens. they can give each other space when they need and adapt to meet each others needs but theyre always able to balance it out with their own needs and thats such a beautiful thing in friendships especially at their age like damn i wish i had that maturity when i was 14 but no all i had was depression. another thing is that through these friendships you get to see all the different sides of each girl; you get to see them being strong or a shining light to their friends when theyre hurting but you also get to see them being hurt and weak and allowing themselves to be on the receiving end of the comfort. their friendships allows them to have weaknesses but it also allows them to highlight their strengths and thrive off of each others. I LOVE FRIENDSHIP DUDE
next i wanna briefly mention some of the themes connected to suicide that ive noticed. a big one is the survivors guilt that ai feels once koito is dead. several times she screams that she wishes she couldve gone with koito and she dreams of a “perfect world” where they committed a double suicide. one of the main reasons for her troubles is that she blames herself for koitos death and feels like it should be her thats dead... but at the same time she feels like too much of a coward to do anything now that koito is gone. she just has all these complex and contradicting feelings that wear away at her in ways that ppl that havent gone through the suicide of a loved one could never imagine. a lot of the times when things like this are portrayed in media i feel like its more in a way thats meant to guilt trip those that have taken their own lives and paint suicide as this selfish sin thats unforgivable but... not only does wonder egg reject that idea and instead portray it as a heartbreaking tragedy with,,, so so many terrible reasons, but it focuses on the feelings of ai separate from koito without blaming her in any way. not once did i feel like the show antagonized koito or that ai blamed koito for doing any of this, but they simply mourned her loss and touched on ais reaction towards the event but separate from koito herself if that makes sense. and i think that discussing survivors guilt without painting koito as the bad guy is something so beautifully done in wonder egg that can really resonate with those that have lost a loved one to suicide and have struggled with these same things.
okay i think this is the last thing ill mention,,, but HOMIE THE PARALLEL UNIVERSE BIT AT THE END. I AM. OBSESSED. i am such a whore for anything about the multiverse okay n e ways...,, not only did this make a super epic trippy ending of season one and add a little bit more magical girl whimsy to the show,, but it had such a powerful message. from the perspective of og ai,, finding out that you killed yourself in another world is... i mean its definitely not a surprise but at the same time it rlly makes you think how close og ai herself couldve been to that point and what decisions led her out of that dark place in her life. if i were in her shoes i would be terrified and id cry bc the thought of going back to such a dark place and actually going through with something like that is my worst fear and probably something that ai fears too. but at the same time,,, think from the perspective of ai two !!! like yeah its true that theres this awful terrible version of ai that dies but theres also a whole version of ai that is a superhero magical girl fighting off monsters to save countless ppls lives !! and she has a badass lizard and a gang of awesome friends !!! at first i was worried that ai two would be jealous of og ai and compare herself to her and feel inferior but like.. THEYRE LITERALLY THE SAME PERSON AND CAPABLE OF THE SAME THINGS !!! and ai two realized that !! just within the span of one episode, she went from the version of ai who took her life,, to the version of ai jumping in front of a friend to take a bullet for them and save their life. and that just inspired THE SHIT OUT OF ME. i think that ai was sent another version of herself to sort of beat her own worst enemy yknow ?? those doubts and fears that shes no good or that shes that same bystander from episode one and that she hasnt changed at all. but getting to interact with her parallel self and see her grow was just what she needed to realize that while yeah sometimes the worst thing can happen and things can be terrible but on the other hand sometimes the most wonderful thing imaginable can happen because she has the power to do either.
so im gonna go ahead and stop rambling bc i got all my thoughts out that i wanted to for this post :D but yeah lol i might make another if i feel like it sometime. long story short: this show is perfect and it is going on my favorite of all times.
#wonder egg priority#wonder egg spoilers#ai ohto#rika kawai#momoe sawaki#wonder egg priority neiru#i forgot neirus name#anime review#wonder egg ai#lgbtq anime
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Reminds me of You - Akira Kurusu x Reader
fluff prompt #3 - “Do you know where my hoodie is?” “No...”. “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”
i’m writing some stuff for the girls soon as well, and also a little somethin somethin for our lovely akechi and yusuke.
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“Where is it..?” Akira mumured rustling the covers on his bed, brows furrowing in frustration.
“Whatcha lookin’ for?” Morgana asked from the far corner, bringing a paw over his ear.
“My jacket... I can’t find it.” Akira replied, fixing his blanket now to look around the room.
“Have you looked downstairs?” Morgana suggested.
“No... I left it up here last night when I got home from [Name]’s place...”
“You sure?” Morgana tested, standing up to nose around the room himself.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I remember beinging my jacket home...?” Akira huffed in reply, adjusting his glasses when he saw a piece of dark fabric dangle from under his bed.
He tugged on it, but his brows raised when he pulled out a small bundled robe instead. He looked over to Morgana briefly, before looking back down at the cover up.
“A robe...?” Morgana mused with a teasing tone, causing Akira to huff and nudge him lightly with his foot.
“Where’d I put my jacket then—“
Suddenly the ring of his phone caused Akira to jump, turning to fave the device. He walked over and grabbed it off his nightstand. His eyes lit up noticing your ID, a smiling filling his lips as he answered.
“Hey, [Name].” He hummed lovingly.
“Hey, sweetie. I was calling to see if you knew where I put my headphones last night? My mom wants to borrow them and—Oh!”
“Oh..?”
“I found them in my pocket.” You chirped, causing Akira to snicker at your cluelessness.
“I actually have a lost item of my own. Couldn’t find it since we hung out last night.”
“Oh? What’d you lose? Maybe I can help you find it.”
“My hoodie.”
“Your.. Hoodie?” You said slowly, shigting in your seat.
“Yeah, can’t find it.. I was gonna wear it when I went out today with Ryuji and Mishima..”
“Ah.. Well, I don’t think I’ve seen it.”
Then suddenly as he heard you move on the other end, his ears seemed to perk up like a cats. His eyes softened in realization, and a smirk crosse his lips as he let out a small laugh.
“Do you know where my hoodie is?”
“No...?”
He couldn’t contain his snickers now as he shook his head.
“You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You hummed, trying to play it cool.
“Nice try, sweetheart. I can hear the fabric against your chair.” He said lowly, his glasses getting a mischievious gleam.
“....”
Silence filled the other line as he waited, before he heard you release a breath.
“I hate you.” You grumbled, causing Akira to grin in victory.
“So you do have it?” Akira teased, eyes softening at the way you mumbled under your breath.
“It’s soft..” You mumured over the phone, causing Akira’s heart to quicken and his smirk to drop.
“Plus it reminds me of you. I know you’re busy with the Phantom Thieves, and all sorts of stuff you do.. So I have this piece of you y’know..?” You admitted bashfully, the silence from Akira’s end causing your face to heat up.
“Sorry... That was was dumb, and sappy.. I-“
“Hey, hey hey.. I didn’t say that. I think it’s cute.”
“Mhm... Are you gonna come pick it up now..?” You asked in a dehected tone, and Akira could practically see your doe eyes from here.
“Ah.. Actually, you can keep it if it makes you so happy. I’ll just wear a different one today.”
“Really? Thank you so much, babe! I love you!”
“I love you too, treasure.”
Behind all your excited chattering, you finally paused to let Akira speak again. A large grin covered your lips as you waited in silence.
“I’ll come hang out with you after I’m done with Mishima and Ryuji, okay?”
“Mhm! That aounds good. We can finally finish that movie, and we can get more ideas for Haru’s birthday!” You exclaimed giddily, jumping up from your seat.
“That sounds nice..” He hummed, already thinking about the relaxing aura of sitting on your couch cuddling during the chosen movie.
“Alright treasure, I’ve gotta go now, okay?” Akira affirmed, grabbing his bag from beside his door.
“Aw, yeah okay. Have fun! Tell Mishima and Ryuji I said hi!”
“I will. I’ll see you around six?”
“Sounds good, sweetie. I love you.” You cooed with a gentle smile.
“I love you too, [Name].. Seeya later.”
“Bye!”
The phone beeped signalling the wnd of the call, causing Akira to let out a contempt sigh. He was so damn lucky to have a partner like you, the thought made his heart race already.
“So.. You call them treasure, huh?” Morgana’s teasing voice bounced from the room’s corner, causing Akira to gasp and whip his head to the cat.
“How much of that did you hear..?” He gulped.
“All of it.” Morgana said with a devilish stare, practically smirking if he could.
“Morgana—“
“If you don’t want me telling Ryuji and Mishima, I want fatty tuna for the next month!”
“No way!”
“Well I guess your treasure is about to become everyone elses then, huh—?”
“F-Fine! Let’s just go, okay? We’ll negotiate later..”
Morgana let out a satisfied purr and hopped into Akira’s bag, nestling into the inside. Akira on the other hand was beet red as he approached the door, looking down at your messages talking about movies. Your texts were carried by hearts, only causing him more distress.
Sometimes he was the luckiest guy in the world... But other days it came to bite him in the ass..
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this seems so short I’m so sorry. i feel like im oumpung these out so fast. i have smth angsty coming up pretty soon, so im excited for that! im making sure its all good first before posting though bc i want it to be impacting.
tysm for requesting and reading tho, it means the world to me!!! ily guys sm
#akira kusuru#akira kurusu x reader#persona 5 x reader#persona oneshots#persona imagines#persona 5 oneshots#persona x reader#personafic#personaakira#akirakurusupersona#ren amamiya#ren amamiya x reader#persona 5
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