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l3viat8an · 9 months

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idk if it’s just me but ANGRY SEX omfg like imagine they just get so angry they HAVE to pound the shit out of you 🤭🤭 - 🪰

Nsfw

I got like 9 asks about angry / rough sex in like an hour the other day from different anons are y’all okay? Just horny?

CW: angry / rough-ish sex, afab! reader, pick your boy cuz I couldn’t lmao

You don’t even remember what the fight was about…did you even have an argument?…Your mind is too fuzzy to think straight…..

Not right now anyway, not while he has you pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist…not while he’s pounding into you so roughly, all you can do is moan and claw at his shirt trying to ground yourself.

Hell he’d practically ripped off, mumbling about getting them out of his way. Not that you care right now-

Your too busy moaning, whining with every movement of his hips, every slide of his cock in and out of your poor abused cunt….

His fingers digging into you ass so hard you’ll definitely have little bruises tomorrow. All while he keeps nipping and sucking at your neck, making sure to mark you as his even when he’s angry. Especially when he’s angry

Only pausing to whisper degrading words right in your ear, mocking you for letting him fuck you like this even after you said you were mad at him, even after yelling at each other….calling you a whore, his whore and asking if you knew you’d end up like this?

You both knew you’ll always end up like this-

Your eyes fall closed as you moan louder….begging for more…until you let out a surprised gasp as he pulls you away from the wall, your arms tightening around his shoulders at the sudden shift and now he’s using his grip on your ass to bounce you on his cock, chuckling at your startled expression.

You can only whine louder and hold on tighter as he uses you as a little fuck toy……you’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so fucking good-

Maybe you really did deserve the way he mocked you-

His cock keeps hitting your sweet spot inside you just perfectly~

Hearing him groan in your ear as you cum around his cock.

Seeing that damn smirk on his face when your walls keep spasming around his cock, as if you still want more even deeper inside, and he taunts you by calling you a slut….his slut as he moves, dropping you on bed.

Pushing you down as he trusts into you again, moving his hips faster and faster until he’s pounding into you again….until he’s cumming…..moaning your name as he stuffs your poor little cunt with his sticky cum….

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toxic3mmy · 21 days

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[guys im so sorry if this sucks! ik a lot of you wanted a pt 2 so here it is. even if it sucks, it’s got smut so hopefully it’ll make up for it hehehe]

prompt: you and alex hate each other but one night of your sleep talking changes everything (continued)

warning: smut

part two

you weren’t sure if you wanted to be honest and just talk to alex about your dream last night. the thing is, this wasn’t the first time this happened and you felt too embarrassed to admit that you’ve been fantasizing about him for months now.

a loud whistle quickly dissipated the millions of thoughts running through your mind. you look over and see rubius smiling and waving at the two of you with the rest of the gang.

“what do you guys think about taking a break from the beach and going out for a bit? i heard there’s an event going on kinda like a carnival and also a bonfire. what do you all think?”

everyone agreed happily and gathered their things to get back to the hotel.

you looked over at alex and saw him already staring at you. he quickly looked away and made himself look busy.

everyone decided on picking up some street tacos on the way to the hotel since y’all had eaten hours earlier and it was almost nighttime.

the group headed to their hotel rooms where some showered and got ready for a night out while others took naps.

you were nervous about alex bringing up the whole dream thing again so you practically ran to the room and hopped in the shower. this time, your shower was quick as you wanted to eat and nap after being in the sun for so many hours.

you saw that alex was also eating and watching tv.

you began to multitask between eating and applying a little bit of makeup so that you didn’t have to rush when you woke up.

the two of you ate in silence and soon alex got up to shower.

you finished off your food and decided to dim the lights for your nap. it took you a few minutes to fall asleep but once you did, you fell into a deep slumber.

alex also decided he wanted to nap and so he got into bed next to you after his shower.

“y/n? are you awake?” he asked quietly

no answer

alex sighed and leaned over to kiss your forehead as lightly as possible. and with that, you both were asleep.

______

the air was filled with children laughing, spanish music, and the sound of roller coaster rides. there were so many decorations and pretty lights all around you.

you smiled as you looked around and took in the moment. your friends were people you loved and were so eternally grateful for.

“guys! over here!” tina smiled and waved us over

we played a bunch of games together and it got super competitive at some point. then we kinda paired off and rode some rides.

you got on a few with tina and it was overall just so much fun.

before heading to the bonfire, we all decided to get on the ferris wheel. we lined up and everyone gave each other strange glances, almost giggling to each other.

“next!”

you sat down and one of them shoved alex up and you realized that they planned this. you sigh annoyed but let him sit next to you anyways.

alex was also not so happy about being stuck with you on such a slow and romantic ride.

it was quiet for the first few minutes and you blurted out what had been weighing on you for a long time.

“why do you hate me?”

“um.. what?” alex said a bit dumbfounded

“i just want to understand what made you hate me… i mean, when we first met i was nice to you and you were immediately cold towards me. ever since then i just returned that energy but, why? what made you so hateful towards me?”

“y/n, i—”

“please alex… just tell me and i promise i won’t bother you ever again. i just really need to know” you looked down at my hands in my lap

“it’s pretty obvious y/n” alex said in an annoyed, almost angry tone

“well then maybe i’m just blind… please?” you beg, your eyes tearing up a bit, your heart feeling heavy as you knew your friends really just wanted you two to get along, i mean that was obvious

“let’s just say… my reasons are personal, okay?!” he raised his voice at you

you choked out a little sob as it was all so overwhelming

“i want t-to get off this r-ride!” you sniffled and tried desperately to hold in your cries

“hey, hey i’m sorry.. y/n i really am sorry. please don’t cry” he held your face gently in his hands and you looked into his eyes, tears streaming down your face

“okay, the truth is… i never liked you because well i didn’t want you to know that i actually have um feelings for you… you’re way out of my league and you never look at me in that way yet you flirt with legit any guy you meet! i mean, cmon, am i not enough?!”

you began to sob once again, using your hands to cover your face. suddenly, alex leaned forward and hugged you.

it took you a few seconds but you hugged him back tightly and continued to cry

“shh, im sorry. its just a touchy subject for me. ive never been one of those guys who had girls flocking to them… if anything i always chase girls but i always feel like im not enough..”

you look up at him and wipe your tears. you nod, listening to what he’s saying. just as you were about to reply, the ride stopped.

“come on, let’s talk some more about this at the beach bonfire” you get off first and offer him a hand to get off

you held one anothers hands until alex awkwardly let go. the two of you walked in silence as you tried to come up with a response to his insecurities.

“i think you’re enough, alex… i honestly think you’re more than enough for anyone.”

“really?” he looked at you with hopeful eyes

“really. and um… about last night… i was having some uh inappropriate dreams of y-you and im really sorry if it made you uncomfortable, i totally understand” you ramble and see alex smile softly

“i know.. you said my name… what exactly were we doing in your dream?” he teased you, still smiling

“i was uh.. y-you were… i don’t know, okay?!” you huffed feeling a bit nervous

“i need a shot if we really are going to get into this” you said, sighing a bit

alex agreed and the two of you took one shot together, then two, and then three.

you felt really warm inside and almost giddy at your confession that you had cooking up in your head

“we had sex!” you practically yelled and the people around you turned to look at you. all you could do was smile sheepishly

“come on, let’s talk over here” alex said as he took you by the hand and lead you to a more secluded and darker area on the beach

“sorry about that.. im a bit nervous” you laughed uncomfortably

“it’s okay.. i already knew what we were doing in your dream. i just wanted you to admit it” he smirked and you couldn’t help but gasp and smack his arm

“you’re embarrassing me on purpose, you ass!”

alex leaned forward and pushed you against a nearby tree

“if you want.. i can admit something so that you’re not the only one feeling embarrassed”

“okay..?” you asked, curious about what he was going to say

“you were moaning my fucking name in your sleep last night y/n.. you don’t know how badly i wanted you to wake up with my tongue buried deep inside you.. you’re such a fucking tease” he said as he looked into your eyes and you almost moaned at his words

“you… i… what?” your jaw dropped at his colorful words, you immediately felt heat rush to your lower half

“y/n, i never really hated you. i hated that i couldn’t be with you. and my god you just love to be a tease. you always wear such tiny revealing clothes. do you do that for yourself or for me? tell me y/n, how often do you have dreams of me fucking you, hmm sweetheart?” he chuckled in your ear huskily

“i always dream of you fucking me senseless alex.. i hate the shit out of you but i guess my pussy doesn’t, she’s so wet for you right now.. can i show you?” you didnt even bother waiting for his response as you grabbed his hand and slipped it underneath your dress, moving your panties aside as you guided his fingers between your wet folds

“jesus fucking christ… you really are wet..” alex groaned as he moved his fingers closer to your entrance, teasing your quivering hole gently before quickly plunging in two fingers

you moaned incredibly loudly at the feeling of him inside of you and immediately, alex used his other hand to cover your mouth. he looked around and saw that a few people looked around curiously. finding it amusing, he laughed.

you inhale his scent before kissing him gently.

the two of you kissed for practically ten whole minutes without stopping.

you then start to suck on the skin beneath his ear and lower on his neck

“mmm, que rica mami” he whined as you continued to lick and bite his skin

“fuck.. we can’t do this here you fucking slut, let’s go” he grabbed your hand harshly, leading you to your friends

“hey guys, y/n had a bit too much too drink and i think i’m going to take her to the hotel before she passes out here. see you all tomorrow!” alex said hurriedly and rushed you away from the beach

the two of you said nothing as alex pulled you to the hotel as fast as he could

the second you made it to your room, alex locked the door and pulled off your soaked underwear. he walked you back and onto the bed as he said,

“you’re such a tease y/n. i uh.. i know we just made up and we barely talked about liking each other but is it okay if i uh made love to you?”

you nodded and smiled at how cute he was for asking you

alex then pushed you back and crawled over you

immediately, he spread your legs and licked your wetness with groans of pleasure

your eyes rolled back as he slipped two fingers inside of you, curling into the perfect spot. he drew patterns on your throbbing clit with his tongue.

“oh fuck, yes give it to me please!” you screamed out as he curled his fingers so so deep inside of you

your hands pulled on his hair as he ate your pussy like a starved man

“alexis… oh alex, you feel so good!”

you were grinding deliciously onto his fingers and tongue. he sped up his pace and you saw stars as you climax with a loud scream of his name. alex smiled into your pussy as he slowed down and soon stopped altogether. he pulled away and got up as you caught your breath.

“be back” he said quietly

you couldn’t help but slip your hand into your panties and touch yourself at the thought of alex who was about to fuck you.

“oh fuck.. mmmf” you whimpered as the wet sounds of your fingers rubbing your pussy filled the room

alex went to retrieve a towel and a condom from his things.

“here hermosa, let me clean you—”

you were completely naked and touching yourself.

it would be a lie to say that alex didn’t spring a hard on from the sight of you and the words you were saying.

“god y/n, you’re such a needy little girl aren’t you? here sweet girl, put this on me so i can fuck you senseless” alex handed you the condom as he laid down on the bed

you threw the condom to the floor and tugged off his pants and climbed on top of him. you placed the tip of his cock at your entrance, enjoying the sting of his size.

alex was whimpering loudly. you bottomed out and it felt like nothing you’d ever felt before. you steadied yourself with your hands on his chest and knees to the bed as you began to move.

alex gasped as you did so, watching the way your breasts moved with every move you made.

“you’re so so tight.. ugh so fucking good mami” he groaned as his hips jerked up into you

you bounced on him at a quicker pace and moaned loudly, not being able to contain yourself. you started to slow when your knees started getting tired. alex grabbed your ass and held you as he started to thrust into you like his life depended on it.

“alex… you’re so so big… please stretch my pussy” you whined as his pace increased

one of his hands made his way to your clit and your pleasure intensified.

“right there! don’t you fucking stop!” you panted and moaned sinfully

“cum for me y/n, be a good girl” alex demanded

“im so close… ugh! breed me daddy! i want to feel your cum dripping out of me, please!” you practically screamed

“oh i’ll breed you baby, i’ll fuck my cum into your sweet tight pussy” alex panted

your pussy tightened around him and he sped up as you came with lewd words spilling from your mouth

a few more thrusts and his warm seed filled up your tired cunt

you tiredly got off of him and laid down next to him

“what do we tell the others?” you asked breathlessly

alex simply laughed

“we don’t have to worry about that just yet. for now, i just really want to fuck you again, if that’s okay i mean” alex said a little nervously to which you laughed at

“oh shut up, this time you do the work my knees are fucking killing me” you said

“okay sweetheart, you just lie back and let me do all the work” he said sweetly as he crawled below you and kissed up your thighs

let’s just say, your friends definitely heard you guys make up all night long.

#alex quackity #alexis quackity #quackity #quackity x reader

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getoswhore · 1 year

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TRUST we would be fine without y’all. let’s not pretend like y’all are the only ones writing shit. again y’all are just ADULTS who sit on the internet thirsting and clenching ur coochie to minor anime characters. i’m not a kpop blog but ur weird for coming for blogs who support koop groups and stereotyping them. and i’m not an aesthetic blog but god damn do i love their pages cause they don’t talk as much as u dumb weirdos do. again. readers don’t have to do shit for u. it’s THEIR page. they don’t need reminders what to do with THEIR page. and no y’all didn’t ask kindly at all. do y’all even ask yourself WHY these pages are silent? maybe they have anxiety and don’t want to post nothing? or don’t want ppl on their page. sometimes ppl just want to scroll peacefully and silently and there’s nothing wrong with that u entitled cunts. leave readers alone and maybe they’ll leave u alone. and don’t let them moots get to ur head. i promise u they’re just a bunch of sheep who don’t have a thought for themselves. my last anon post. (ik you’ll miss me🤭😘) especially after seeing other readers on my discord agreeing with me. there’s a huge disconnect between readers and writers and it’s mostly y’all fault. next time i come back i’m coming for ur friends who think it’s okay to sexualize minor characters idc if u grew up and that’s why u age them up (mrs venus ) they’re still minors at the end of the day. y’all too damn grown to be thirsting over midoriya of all ppl. u be in college thirsting over characters in hs how does that sound??

girl gtfo cause now you are doing the most, giving 15yr mindset rn!

this just proves to me ur brain running on a half brain cell, NOT EVEN cause ur too stupid to fully read something and grasp onto it, giving vv much "im a dropout 🤡". girl, if i could explain myself a little more clearer and slower for you to understand i rlly would :(((((( gtfo and get a life too for coming to my blog about others and what they do, IM MINDING MY DAMN BUSINESS AND YOU SHOULD BE DOING THE SAME TOO BOO! treating me like i write for those said characters... smh... if you so bothered BLOCK DUMB HOE! like i said IF ALL writers disappeared not just us, you'd be pissing all over the place cause YOU yourself reads fics too, like what in the fuck is this hypocrisy??? you grown too (don't seem it the way ur scratching ur pussy so damn hard like you don't know how to clean it) over some fiction on some fake men TOO. so don't even, i write shit you fan over boo, you love me and my work, no need to lie, stay a ghost and fuck around before i come across ur blog and BLOCK U. then ur gonna make a new blog and fan, like you couldn't have before and reblogged works instead! ur treating ghost readers as if we can actually find out who they are and track them down! gtfo, it's the fucking internet and ur on tumblr, do not associate urself with the internet if you have anxiety over shit like this cause it's not for the weak. i got heavy anxiety and i deal with it cause ik y'all can't track me down, so piss off and hope off before i actually get sturdy with ur mom piss baby xoxo!

#i talked about this on discord 🤓🤓🤓🤓#GIRL #gtfo #u are so stressed over this and for what #damn rlly tryna prove ur point on something invisible 🥱🥱🥱🥱#anyways im done with this #if you send another big ass fan mail to im shipping it right back with no return address #cause im not reading it! deleting it!#MWAH #tw discourse #LMFAO SHIT I HAVENT NEED TO USE THIS IN SO LONG #thanks bitch 😒

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theoreticslut · 3 years

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First Christmases & Baking Cookies

pairing: george weasley x reader

requested: yes! ( @rip-us ) // prompt 4 & 41 from holiday prompt list

word count:1.5k

warnings: fluff

A/N: Hi! I really hope you like this <3 Ik its kinda short and i’m sorry. I still think its cute though so hopefully you guys do too?! if you’d like me to take another shot at it I’d be more than happy to. on other topics, thank you so much for requesting stuff! I am still taking requests for anyone that wants to ask for something! I am also doing a 300 follower sleepover so check that out!! I hope you all are still liking my writing; i haven’t posted much original work this week & honestly its solely due to college. I hate this semester so so so much, but i’m just trying to get to the end. anyways, i do have some works that i’m going to try to proof tonight and then queue them for the next week or two. Just bear with me please? i love you guys and hope you keep reading my stuff Xx

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George sighs, a smile falling on his lips as he walks into your shared apartment. You must have been baking all day while he was at the shop, but he can’t place what exactly. It’s honestly a mix of so many different scents, but to him it smells like home. It smells comfortable.

“Such a happy girl, huh sweetheart?” He hears your voice ring out from the living room, followed by your daughter’s giggles and happy coos.

He can’t help, but let his smile grow. You and your guys’ daughter are the light of his life. It doesn’t matter how terrible his day, the second he can see you two, or even just hear you, he knows that everything will be okay.

Taking off his hat and coat, he hangs them up on the hook beside the door before making his way to the living room where he finds you laying on your side as you tickle your daughter’s stomach while she’s laying on her back on the floor.

“How are my girls doing today?” George asks, smiling down at the two of you.

“Hey, Georgie.” You smile.

“Look who’s home, sweetheart. It’s daddy.”

You smile at your daughters happy giggling as you push yourself up to a sitting position. Carefully you stand up, picking up your daughter once you do.

“How was your day, love?” You ask George as you lean up to kiss him as you hold your daughter against your hip.

“Busy; We had a lot of people come to the store today. It wasn’t bad though.” He smiles, holding you in his one arm while he uses his other to get the attention of your daughter.

“It’s always better coming home to you and mummy though, innit, princess? Daddy loves coming home and seeing his girls.”

You smile as your daughter screeches happily at her father, holding her hands out to him trying to climb into his arms.

He chuckles and grabs her from your arms just as a timer goes off in the kitchen. George looks at you confused as you smile.

You absolutely loved baking during the holidays, mainly because you remember your mum baking a lot every Christmas. You swore she’d make nearly every kind of cookie under the sun. Your favourite, however, were simple frosted sugar cookies. You absolutely loved getting to decorate them....and then eating them.

While you were at hogwarts you didn’t get to bake much, if at all, and it was more than a little upsetting. Baking reminded you of home, so eventually - after getting homesick enough times - you snuck down to the kitchens and asked the house elves if it would be okay for you to bake some cookies. They didn’t mind at all. In fact, you’re pretty sure they loved having someone else there with them.

You and George had actually started dating awhile after he found you baking one weekend in third year. Sure you guys had sort of been friends beforehand, but you got really close after he had joined you that day and you gave him half of the batch of cookies.

After you had started dating, George would join you when you’d go down to the kitchens and you two always had a lot of fun. The first few times you really had to show him what to do, but he eventually figured it out. You two would spend hours making batch after batch of three or four different kinds of cookies.

It’s safe to say his mum was more than surprised when she caught you and him making cookies when you were invited to the burrow the first time over Christmas break in your fourth year. She honestly didn’t know that her son liked to bake, let alone knew how to.

“Are you baking, darling? It smelled delightful in here when I came through the door.” George asks, smiling.

“I am. Made a bunch of sweets for us and the family.” You smile, walking to the kitchen as your husband follows you, your daughter grabbing at his mouth as he playfully tries to eat her hands, drawing more and more giggles from her little body.

“I hope you made a basket just for Ron.” He jokes, tickling gemma’s sides.

You smile as you set a tin in front of him complete with Ron’s name. You had already thought about it and decided it was the best option.

“You didn’t.” George chuckles, breaking out into a grin at your thoughtfulness.

“I did, hun.” You smile, turning away to pull the cookies that were in the oven out.

“I figured since hermione said she only got one or two cookies from the box last year that I’d make them each a separate one this year.” You giggle.

You daughter screeches as her father stopped giving her attention and you chuckle.

“I know, Gemma. Mummy took daddy’s attention, didn’t I?” You giggle, tickling her belly as she smiles, giggling at you.

George chuckles, kissing his daughters head before grabbing your other hand and squeezing it.

You smile at him, squeezing his hand back as you place a quick kiss to his lips.

“Is there anything Gemma and I can help you with, darling?” he asks when you pull away, a small smile on each of your faces as you rest your forehead against his.

One of George’s favourite things to do with you was bake. He loved watching you so focused on your task yet at the same time being able to joke around and look so carefree. He honestly loved having you show him what he needed to do to make good cookies or a cake, and he loved even more when you would praise him when he did something right. It truly warmed his heart when you smiled at him after he had helped you mix the batter or add in ingredients.

Gemma coos when she heard her name and you chuckle, smiling at her as George talks to her.

“That’s right, Gemma. Daddy said your name. Do you wanna help mummy and daddy bake?”

She coos again, giggling and clapping lightly.

“Well, darling?” George asks, looking at you with a smile in his eyes.

“I do want to make a few more cookies.” You admit, giving him a small smile.

“Why don’t you grab the flour for me while I get Gemma in her seat.”

He nods smiling at you as Gemma happily goes to you, reaching for the few strands of hair that hang near your face from your bun.

“Be nice, gemma.” You warn as she tugs on your hair, George chuckling to himself at the pureness of the moment.

He knew you were more than excited to be able to teach Gemma how to bake when she got older. In all honesty, he was excited too. He loved the image of you and him with three little girls baking every Christmas; the girls making a mess, but neither you or him getting upset. Instead you two would help them make even more of a mess and then you’d spend the night cleaning together before sitting down to watch a movie as the kids fall asleep laying across the two of you.

You get Gemma in her high chair, kissing her head as you set some of her toys in the tray. As much as you’d love to get her in with baking, you knew she wouldn’t quite understand it yet. You thought it best if you just gave her a small bowl of flour and water later on for her to mix.

“Here you are, darling. One bag of flour.” George smiles, setting the bag down just hard enough to create a cloud of flour that covers his face and top of his shirt.

“Oh, George.” You frown, trying to hold back your chuckles and smile as you dust off his shirt.

He pouts, wiping at his face as you can’t help but let out a few giggles. he looks so offended even though he’s the one that caused this.

“I guess I should check to make sure the bag is closed tight, huh?” He chuckles, pulling you into a hug as he wipes his face on your shoulder.

“Georgie!” You giggle, not believing he just did that.

“Sharing is caring, darling.” He smirks as you look at the white powder covering your one shoulder.

“You’re lucky I love you.” You tease, working on getting the rest of the ingredients together.

~.~

“Careful, princess. Those cookies are warm.” George says as your daughter reaches for the plate of freshly baked and frosted sugar cookies.

You smile, watching as your husband helps your daughter get a nice warm, covered-in-frosting cookie. Already she’s making a mess out of it, crumbs and frosting sticking to her cheeks and getting all over the counter where she’s sitting.

“They turned out amazing, darling. Seriously, come try one.” George urges, waving you over from your spot in the living room. In the process of cleaning the kitchen after baking, you had tidied up the living room where you took a seat when you were done.

“Open your mouth, darling.”

You chuckle but do as George asks, smiling a bit as he feeds you some cookie.

“Ooh, they did turn out good this time, didn’t they?” You mumble through the cookie, savoring the taste.

George chuckles, kissing your forehead as you grab another cookie from the plate.

“They’re always good, darling. I think you make cookies better than Mum, but don’t tell her I said that.” He giggles, smiling at you as he wipes at his daughter’s face as she shoves more cookie into her mouth.

“Don’t worry, Georgie. I’d never tell.” You smile, placing a kiss on his lips.

This Christmas couldn’t have been anymore perfect, not when it’s your daughter’s first Christmas and you get to share it with George yet again. You could never tire from spending the holidays with your family.

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omegaversebutbetter · 3 years

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Overwatch

Okay lets try this again

Genji: Alpha, one of the motivating forces for Hanzo to duel him and as a result from the "accident" His Ability to smell and produce sents is kinda damaged. He acted very alphaish while part of blackwatch to try and make up for it but nowardays some people dont even realise he is one since hes so chill and dosent act that way anymore.

Hanzo: Omega, got a blocker soon after presenting by order of his father and kept it even after leaving for the convinience of not having heats and because his time in the yakuza basically made him belive omegas are meek and weak and people only looked at them as objects. This causes drama later on. Hanzo is basically feral when joining the team, he holds himself confidently and as if he has poise most of the time but when people try to touch him or somethibg suppr9ses him he is very jumpy and has almost attacked multiple people as a result. This agitation and aggression is partiality made worse by the implant and wouldn't get much better until its out.

Angela: Beta. Ik people normally think she'd be Omega but fr that woman is pure balence. She does get mistaken for an omega allot tho. Her possition as a Beta really helps her tending to all patients so she has no complaints.

76: Omega, had a impact for the super soldier program but once the crisis was over he had it taken out, both to be a good role model for other omegas but also because he just wanted to for him mainly but also for his bf at the time (despite the fact that his eyes still often drifted to a certain other squad leader). Nowerdays he still dosent have one but age makes his heats less frequent and his senses and scent a little dulled.

Ana: Alpha. She is extremely chill for an Alpha but chill in the "I am confident I have complete control of this situation" kind of way, usually because she does. She is known for being calm in arguments with other alphas and often winning those arguments as a result, almost none has seen her in an alpha rage but the rumours are that someone has once and they said it was the most terrifying thing they'd ever seen. Ana has been mistaken for the leader of her packs in the past and despite the fact that she basically is co-leader of evey pack she's in she always makes sure that she's not overshadowing the leader especially when they're not Alpha.

Reinheart: I kiiiinda wanna make him an omega who has litterally no idea what OBA expectations are. He's just the jollyest, largest omega you will ever meet. He does not give a shit what people think of him to the point where he won't defend himself unless someone questions his honour. This leads to people like Ana and Morrison in the past hovering around him and fighting anyone who tried harassing him.

McCree: Alpha. Used to be a brash, cocky, and kinda mean alpha before Blackwatch got a hold of him and mellowed him out through giving him a stable pack with a leader (as opposed to deadlock where basically eveyone fought over being leader). He is the most unmistakably alpha person you will ever meet however he is also one of the softest, kindest and possibly the most adorable alphas you will ever know if you get close to him. He's embaressed every time he growls by accident nowerdays.

Lucio: honestly I can't see lucio as anything other than Beta or Omega so I think probably Beta? But I think none else knows either and if anyone asks he says he'd rather people not know because he'd prefer to be judged my charecter instead of his second sex.

Hana: hasn't presented yet, had an implant bc of the mecha program she was in and hasn't had it out. She dosent really care regardless.

Mei: omega, I dont have much else to add to this, she's small and soft and probably the most typical omega of the bunch.

Zarya: Alpha, much like but in contrast to Mei she is the most typical alpha of the bunch. She has kinda old fashioned views about Alphas and Omegas but after getting her ass handed to her by Reinheart while sparring, finding out he was omega and accidentally being rude to him as a result the others realised she had such veiws and Morrison, Ana, McCree and Mei had a little sit down talk with her. She quickly learnt and when Satya joined later and was rude to an omega member of the pack she was the first to jump up and defend them

Satya: unknown, she has an inplant that has prevented her from presenting since she was a child and still has it. She carries herself like an alpha and looks down on Omegas however she looks down on eveyone so her veiw is often overlooked.

Reyes: Alpha. Pack leader, protective and angy. Nuff said.

Sombra: Beta with blockers that stop her from producing any scent for stealth. She has been a solo act for most her life and Talon with Reyes is her first ever pack so she takes time to adapt but once she does it suits her surprisingly well.

Widow: Amile was Omega. Widowmaker has no heats or scent.

Baptitse: deadass I'm not sure. Could litterally be any. Big soft alpha? Big kind omega? Lovely helpful Beta? I really don't know. I feel like I can't make all medical staff Betas tho...so...omega. He had a blocker put in when he joined Talon and those lot assumed he was Beta or Alpha since he never knew. But once he leaves and gets freedom of a sort he chooses to have it removed. He suffers a little for it but he's generally positive and not insecure about it. He dosent like to share heats with anyone tho, it's the one time he shuts himself off from everyone.

Moira: Alpha. Toxic.

Brigette: Alpha, presented a few years ago. She's like a golden retriever but smarter, if you're her friend she will do anything you ask, gets you random gifts and upgrades, carries anything for her friends no matter how heavy, but if you try to abuse her kindness you'll find she sint stupid and it takes one glare for someone to know you don't fuck with this Alpha. She may be a healer but she could absolutely destroy you if you try to fuck her or her friends over.

Torb: Alpha. Can go into a pure rage in a moment but will never use an alpha voice. He's just a cranky old man who seems to have practically forgotten he's an alpha. Was very proud of Brigette's presenting but gave her a few lectures and lessons to make sure it never went to her head.

Sigma: I barely know this cherecter, can no say

Doomfist: Alpha. Asshole. Talons top dogs and heavy hitters are mostly alphas. It's like...toxic alphaism at its finest. Doom is smart and cunning and wants to complete dominate situations he's in. He's an alpha.

Tracer: can't belive I forgot tracer until now, Omega. She was often underestimated for being a little omega in the past but this spitfire powered through everything in life with positivity and self love and she embraces evey part of herself. She sometimes flies home for heats when they're not too busy and are well staffed so she can spend time with her girlfriend.

Roadhog and Junkrat: Alpha and Omega. They're a couple. No I will not take criticism. These two are mates and do litterally whatever they want as long as they're together. In the wasteland there are no gender expectations, only explosives, violence and love.

Ashe: don't know much about her either but I wanna say omega with major alpha vibes. She is the embodiment of the phrase "power bottom" in every sence

Pharah: mmmmm Alpha. She's stubborn and strong, a real soldier, but if you compliment her muscles or challenger her she will show off.

And I think that's it! Any other ideas? Leave them in the comments!

#omegaverse #overwatch omegaverse #ow omegaverse #overwatch #soldier 76 #mccree ow #ow hanzo #genji #sombra #tracer #reaper #im not putting all their names fuck this

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ratisnotcrying · 3 years

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you’re useless

Summary: “Well, maybe if you weren’t so goddamn useless then we wouldn’t be stuck here.”

Juno hadn’t meant to say it. He didn’t even really believe it. Maybe he would have, when he was still a PI, before he had first met Peter, but he had changed so much since then. He still had bad days, but he handled them better now. He knew when he was in the wrong.

Prompt: "You're useless." from palettes-and-prompts

Pairings: background Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel, background Buddy Aurinko/Vespa Ilkay

Warnings: implied child abuse, descriptions of violence, hidden injury, hurt/comfort

Word count: 2.6K

A/N: this is crossposted on ao3 - ik that repeticism isnt a word but im making it one for this fic

~~~

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so goddamn useless then we wouldn’t be stuck here.”

~~~

Rowan isn’t quite sure how they found themself on board the Carte Blanche and on the outskirts of the Aurinko crime family.

They had the typical, cliché backstory of a lone-wolf operating within the underbelly of society - a surface-perfect home life destroyed by something seemingly mundane blah blah blah, trust issues, a long line of enemies, enough friends to count on one hand, and nothing much else to show for over two decades of living.

One good thing about working alone is the need to get creative, and this is what had put them on Buddy’s radar in the first place. A few years ago, Rowan had been hired to acquire a tank of rare fish - this is about where they stopped asking questions, they didn't care as long as they got paid - and, after some very elaborate lies, an even more elaborate disguise and a rigged game of cards, they had managed to win a tank of the ugliest fish they had ever seen.

The part that caught Buddy’s attention, though, was the escape. Rowan had been found out before they had a chance to get out of the building, and had only managed to escape because they had memorised the security’s routes. It took a bit of guesswork, but they had been able to work out where the security would be coming from, found an unguarded window, clambered down a drain pipe, fish tank sloshing precariously in their bag, and landed near perfectly in a pile of rubbish bags outside the window - if you discount the broken bottle that had gouged their leg.

Buddy had picked Rowan up a few weeks after Juno and Rita, but it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, no matter how much anyone may have wanted it to be.

The problem wasn’t that Rowan couldn’t do their job - if that were the case they wouldn’t be here. No, the problem was that being thrown into close quarters with a bunch of strangers was… a lot. Especially for someone who had been alone for so long.

Rowan liked Jet well enough, he was straightforward and honest but intense; Buddy’s ‘take no shit but do no harm’ attitude aligned perfectly with her unwavering morals, and this was a welcome relief from the lies and deceit Rowan had lived with for so long. Rita and Peter were surprisingly welcoming, and Rowan formed a reluctant almost-friendship with Vespa. Juno, though. He and Rowan were too alike: fiercely independent, stubborn as a mule, and they both fell back into old habits as easily as anything.

Maybe this clash of bad habits, the deceptive comfort in being who you were, even for a moment, is how this job went so spectacularly wrong.

~~~

It was supposed to be a simple in-and-out job. Rita had taken out the security cameras, Jet was waiting in the car, and Juno was sneaking down the darkened hallways with Rowan.

“I still don’t understand why we need this goddamn painting. It looks like a baby threw up crayons and then just threw up on a canvas.”

“I’ve just eaten, Juno, shush if you don’t want me to throw up too.”

“Rowan, darling, please do not do that - this painting is priceless and highly sought after, which is why, Juno, we need to swap this for the information August Reid is refusing to give us. I did mention this in our family meeting before you left.”

Vespa’s aggravated voice piped up in the background of Buddy’s comms, “He was too busy swooning all over Ransom to pay attention.”

~~~

They had gotten the painting easily, so it was just a matter of getting out again. Rowan had been tasked with studying the guards’ shift patterns and routes, and had had no problem getting them in. Apparently, their luck couldn't hold.

They crept forwards, leading Juno left, right, left again, ducking this way and that to avoid the, quite frankly excessive, number of guards patrolling the halls. And that’s when it happened.

Rowan ducked right around a corner into another corridor, one that was supposed to be empty for another six minutes at least and there, at the other end, was a guard. A guard who was looking right at them.

“Crap.”

“What? Rowan we need to kee- crap.”

Both of their comms beeped, Buddy asking them questions with thinly veiled panic in her voice, but neither of them answered, stood frozen, eyes locked with the guard. Then all hell broke loose.

Everyone took out their guns and bullets started flying, the guard was shouting and footsteps could be heard thundering closer from all directions.

A tidal wave of de ja vu crashed over Rowan, “Fuck, this way,” they shouted, turning to run, voice tinged with something Juno didn’t have time to decipher, but Juno grabbed their sleeve and dragged them in the opposite direction.

“Hell no. You are done giving directions, I am not letting you get me killed here.”

They ran back the way they had come, and Juno skidded to a stop in front of a storage cupboard.

“Get in, quickly. There’s a vent at the top we need to get through. Do you think you can manage that?”

Rowan wasn't sure - there was a searing pain in their side that sent shocks of nausea through them with each breath and black dots into their vision with each movement. But this was their fault - they had failed at the one job they had - the one thing they were supposed to be able to do, they got themself shot and had put Juno in danger. They did not need to hold the job up any longer - they just had to get out of here and they could deal with the shot later.

It was a tight squeeze, both of them were crammed awkwardly into the vents, waiting for Rita to work out where they were so she could guide them out.

“Christ, it’s cramped in here - my side is killing me.” Rowan muttered to themself.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so goddamn useless then we wouldn’t be stuck here.”

Everything seemed to shift and sharpen, Rowan suddenly violently aware of everything around them whilst simultaneously being blurred by memories they had tried so hard to bury: Juno was trying to listen and see if they had been found, there was shouting from down the hall, the smell of musty metal was almost overwhelming and Rowan jerked as if physically struck by Juno’s words, completely at a loss for what to say. Luckily, Rita, who had been on the comms, was not quite as speechless.

“Mistah Steel! That is a horrible thing to say, how could you-”

“Goddamnit Rita, I don't have time for this - how they hell do we get out of here?”

~~~

Jet was still outside with the car, and took off at break-neck speed as soon as the doors were shut. Juno sat in the front seat, the painting on his lap, talking to Buddy about something, and Rowan was slouched in the back, trying to cover up the fact that their organs were about to fall out. Well, that was an exaggeration. Probably. Just to be safe they grabbed a jacket they had left in the car weeks ago and slipped it on, wrapping it tightly around themself to try and hide the blood and hopefully-not-organs.

Juno had gotten a bit banged up in the vents, so when they arrived back at the Carte Blanche he went straight to the medical bay to meet Buddy with the painting and then to get checked.

“Rowan, it is recommended that you also get checked out. You look very ill,” Jet said as Rowan turned away from the medical bay and towards their room.

“No worries, Jet, I just want to get changed first - these clothes are filthy.”

~~~

“It was a mistake, darling, the best of us make them.”

“Yeah, well, it ws a stupid mistake - all they had to do was make sure they knew where the guards would be and then make sure we weren’t there!”

Vespa growled at Juno, who was gesticulating wildly whilst she was trying to wrap a bandage around his arm.

“Juno, I don’t care if Rowan walked straight up to that guard and told him why you were there - we are a family, and you will not speak to any member of this family like that.”

“That’s another thing - I get why everyone is here except Rowan - you said it was some daring escape that brought them here, but after today’s performance… what exactly do they bring to the table?”

“I’m going to leave that for you to work out, Juno.” Buddy said tersely.

He deflated a little, head tipping back to stare at the ceiling. Goddamnit.

“Are we about done here, Vespa, I’ve got places to be.”

~~~

Rowan would quite like a stiff drink right about now. Partially to actually drink, but mainly because they had run out of steriliser and this wound was definitely going to get infected and it would be this whole thing and they would get ill and-

“Get it together, Rowan.” They hissed, pulling out a sterile needle and taking a deep breath as they began to stitch themself up. This was not the first time, and likely wouldn’t be the last, that Rowan has had to do this - working alone and working recklessly meant most jobs ended with soft pink staining bandages and staining baths, throat and skin burning from cheap whiskey. Tonight didn’t have to be different.

The shot had skimmed their side so, luckily, no organs were falling out, but it was still going to be a bitch to heal, likely would be ripped open a few times and leave a nasty scar. This, unfortunately, was also not uncommon.

The painful repeticism of the needle going in and out lulled Rowan into a violent comfort they tried to avoid, the panicked calm soothing them until they couldn't quite hold back the memories they had been reminded of earlier.

Raised voices, gritted teeth and finger shaped bruises. Running, up stairs, through doors, arou-

There was a knock at their door. They flinched, snapping back to reality.

“Rowan, it’s Juno. Can I- can we talk?”

They almost said yes, just called Juno in like nothing was wrong. Then their brain kicked it’s way through the fog and realised they were sitting in bloody trousers, half stitched up wound and thread fully exposed to anyone who might walk in.

“Rowan?”

They picked up the shirt closest to them - part of a matching pyjama set - and tried to tuck the needle away so they could carry on when Juno was gone, and threw the door open.

“Sorry, I was just getting changed. Just sit anywhere.” They mumbled, haphazardly shoving piles of washing off of a chair.

“Thanks. Listen, about earlier, I know that you didn’t mean for that to happen. It’s been a rough week, not that that’s an excuse for what I said- are you alright?”

Rowan had half-sat, half-fallen back onto their seat on the bed and was focusing very hard on not fainting, so much so that they couldn’t really understand what Juno was saying. Maybe this wound was worse than they had thought. They nodded and hoped for the best.

“Right… Anyways, what I actually came to say is that I'm sorry I called you useless. You made a mistake, no one died, well I don’t think anyone died. Whatever, it couldn’t have been avoided. I know that I can be abrasive,” he said with a look that meant he had been told this many, many times before, “but that doesn’t mean that- Rowan, you really look like crap.”

“Wow, thanks, Juno, you say the sweetest things,” they took a deep breath and tried not to panic at the fact that they couldn’t really feel most of their torso anymore, “I know you didn’t mean it, we’re fine. Stop looking at me like that, I’m fine, I just need a nap.” The last words were pointed, hinting sharply at Juno to leave.

“Yeah, because slurred speech and sweating and shaking all scream ‘I’m fine’,” he paused for a moment and Rowan could almost see the cogs whirring, piecing together the information - bullets flying, the unidentified something in Rowan’s voice, the jacket they hadn’t been wearing before, the sterile wrappers on the bed… Then the last piece clicked into place, “Rowan, is that blood?”

They looked down at their top - their white pyjama top - as their vision began to fade out, their head too heavy to hold up and mouth too numb to speak, “No-”

~~~

When they came to, they were in the medical wing wearing a loose sleep shirt - distinctly not soaked in blood - and shorts. They tried to get up and go but a not-so-gentle hand pushed them back to lying down.

“Goddamnit, stop moving. You’ve already ripped your stitches once and you weren’t even awake,” Vespa growled, fussing with the bandages wrapped tight around Rowan’s middle.

“Sorry, I’ve always been lively in bed.”

“That’s cute, darling. What’s not cute is the stunt you pulled last night - if Juno hadn’t come to see you when he did... “ An uncomfortable look passed over Buddy’s face, “Let’s not dwell on that. I will want to talk about this later, but, for now, somebody else wants to see you.”

“Great,” Rowan tried to get up again, “Where are they?”

“Nice try, tough guy, but you’re staying right here until mean old Vespa lets you out.”

“Bite me, Steel.”

“No, thanks, I think I'll leave that to-” He cut himself off at Buddy's warning glance and didn't speak again until Buddy and Vespa had both left the room.

Rowan glanced at the bandage wrapped around Juno’s bicep, “Is it bad?”

“No, just a flesh wound, unlike that one you’re sporting - what was the plan? Stitch it up and hope you didn't drop dead in the middle of the next job?”

“Something like that.”

“Goddamnit. Okay, I don't know how much of what I said yesterday you heard but I'm sorry for what I said. I know we don't really… get along, but you remind me of,” he sighed, “You remind me of someone I used to know.”

“Juno, I really don't need a pep talk.”

“Well, here's the thing - you absolutely do because this,” he gestured to the bandages and the bed, “can’t happen again. You can't see that we care about you - you wouldn't be here if Buddy didn't think you were worth something and Rita is the best judge of character I know; she thinks you’re great. You have a goddamn family here, Rowan, stop trying to push us out.”

Rowan sighed, and Juno graciously didn't mention the tears in their eyes. “I don't know how to-” Rowan shook their head.

“We aren't going anywhere, Rowan, I know that's not what you want to hear but I don't care. For right now you need to stay here and stop ripping out your stitches. Take care of yourself for once. Then we can work on whatever complexes you’re holding onto so tight.” Juno said, squeezing Rowan’s shoulder as he stood.

Rowan didn’t say anything till he was half-way out the door, “Hey, Juno? Thanks.”

“Sure thing.”

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weeb-writor · 3 years

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Ik it's not Aizawa's bday yet and this is a little early, but imagine Aizawa's s/o or crush (whichever is cuter to you) getting Aizawa a bunch of cat-themed things for his bday? Like a blanket with cat patterns on it, stuffed animals, a cat pillow, cat-themed house decor, cat-themed food, etc...

Hello! Here you go, I hope it’s what you want! Today’s fic is an early gift to everyone’s favorite teacher! I did go with crush and the end is like a little suggestive but not really. Reader is neutral, I was writing this while watching the election so if they’re are mistakes blame it on the polls. If everything goes right another birthday themed fic on the 8th

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Reader and Mic plan a very special day for Aizawas birthday.

Aizawa Shouta x Reader

Words: 1616

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You were preparing for Aizawa's birthday for months now. You were planning on finally confessing to him after years of pinning. You and Mic had prepared the perfect gifts and events to make him finally fall for you. You were beginning step one right now, you walked down the halls of UA with the bento you prepared. All of the things inside were cut into cute cat shapes, the rice ball was shaped into a cat. It was just cat, cat, and of course more cats. You even bought a cute little cupcake that was decorated like a cat. The final touch though were your cat ears, Mic made you wear them, but you couldn't lie they were a nice touch. As you pushed back the classroom door you put on your biggest smile.

“Happy Birthday Aizawa, nyah!!” You yelled with a giggle. Your voice brought Aizawa out of his dazed state. He flushed looking at you and then at Mic, then letting out a sigh.

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Shouta and Thank you.” He said coming to take the food from you.

“But you won't call me y/n.” You said back as he mumbled out a ‘it's not the same’. You all took your seats as he unwrapped your bento. You bounced your legs as he opened to see your homemade kitty themed food. He let out a light chuckle before he started to eat.

“So, birthday planner what's on the itinerary today?” Mic asked, messing around with your cat ears.

“After you nerds get done here, cat cafe for sure, then off to work for you mister, and finally I’ll walk shouta home and feed the alley cats along the way.” You said taking out your pocket sized planner and reading from it.

“We don't need to do all of it.”

“Oh don't play tough now, sho! You know you like their cooking and them doting on you.” Mic said with his loud laughter. You froze as Aizawa only looked away.

“Don't be jealous cause you don't get the same treatment. Anyway my break is over, L/n, your food is the best as always. I'll see you both later.” He said stoically as he gave you back your bento container, empty.

“He's the same as always! The cat ears didn't work!” You said with a slight whine.

“Did you not see his blush! He is totally head over heals right now! Just keep on with the plan, also why didn't you make me a cute bento on my birthday.” Your blonde friend chuckled at you. You only gave him a playful shove.

“Next time instead of asking for a 200.00 dollar gift ask me to cook for you. I’m heading out to set up the cat cafe, make sure you get him there.” You said hitting him over the head before leaving. You arrived at the cat cafe promptly and now you were about done setting up.

“You are so sweet doing this for your boyfriend.” The worker said with a smile.

“Uh, um he's just a friend.” You said with your head down.

“Well sorry about that. But if i could capitalize on it, my brother is probably about your age! You two would look great together! He is so sweet and tentative, the only reason he is not with someone is because some people think he is too nice when he is in a relationship. Let me give you his number.” The worker rushed out as she grasped your hand. You were too busy trying to follow her words that you didn't notice your friends come in.

“They don't do the whole dating thing, miss.” You heard shouta say from behind you.

“Oh Aizawa! Happy birthday, nyah!” You said as you pulled the confetti cannon that rained cat themed confetti.

“I hate you both but thank you.” He said chuckling as he leaned over to pet the cat that came over to him. For some reason they always seemed to gravitate towards the stoic man. You all spent time with the cats, having quiet chatter here and there. Until the workers brought out the cat themed food.

“You two are so extra, I appreciate this if the smile on my face doesn't show it.” He said as he snuck the resident fat cat some food.

“Thats your smile? Sho?” You were overcome with laughter and had to pause. “I think you might need to work on it.” You finished still laughing. Your eyes were squinted as you laughed so you didn't see Aizawa’s shocked expression or reding cheeks.

“Oh my goodness! After eons and eons of being friends, you've finally called him by his name, a nickname at that.” Hizashi said, taking a picture of the two of you. Finally noticing your slip up you buried your face in your hands.

“Its fine, L/N, i've been trying to get you to do it for a while now anyhow.” He said with a big smile, for him anyway.

“We better get to the gift giving. I’ve got to go slave away in a few minutes.”

“Oh right! Give me the bag Mic-ey boy!” You said to him. He handed you the bag with a smile.

“To our dearest Aizawa, on his most special day! We gift him all of his favorite things plus a day of Hizashi being less obnoxious as requested. Happy Birthday aizawa, Nyah!” You said dramatically, handing him the bag. He mumbled a thank you opening it, with a small rush only you could notice. He pulled out a black cat themed blanket, black slippers, a gray cat mug, a cactus in a cat themed pot, a few bags of catnip, and cat themed sleeping bag with a small matching pillow.

“You guys know me too well, thank you both.” He said with a smile.

“There's also one more thing back at your house, but i'm glad you liked it all.” You said as you beamed at him.

“What's back at the house is of course my idea and present to you! I've gotta go but Sho, i hope you enjoy the rest of your birthday. Don't have too much fun without me of course!” He said as he got up and paid the bill. You and Aizawa were left alone.

“Let’s go feed the kitties on our way to your place.” You said as you got up.

“We don't have to if you don't want to, y’know?” He said as you guys left the building.

“All the years we've done this, do I ever look like I DON'T want to?” You said as you opened the canned food, feeding the cats as they came. Aizawa spooned it on plates, placing the plates in a line that lead to his house.

“Well thank you, I don't think it would be the same without you.” He said as you neared his house.

“You’ll always have me, aizawa.” You smiled at him as you both finally made it into his house. He immediately plopped down on his couch, his cat next to him.

“Well...i've got to do something real quick, you should open Hizashi’s gift! It's over there.” You said as you rushed away. Aizawa chuckled to himself as his cat ran after you. He leaned over to see a card with Hizashi’s writing on it and moved to open it. It was a few pieces of paper and a card which he decided to read first.

‘To my main man Sho,

You're not getting any younger and neither are they. I told Nezu your incredibly sick, which I think he knows I'm lying about it. Anyways, you need to lock them down now and i'm giving you a chance. Along with this card there is some cash, 2 tickets to that movie they wanted to see, and some tickets to the cat themed amusement park that's opening. Thank me later with a karaoke night! I've given you everything you need! Don't screw this up, dude.

Yamada Hizashi

Aizawa held his head back trying to stop the tears he felt bubbling up. He put the items back in the bag as he heard you coming. When you stepped into view aizawa almost forgot how to breathe. You were wearing a maid outfit with cat ears and tail, his cat in your arms in a similar get up, well you know for a cat.

“Mic, said you would like it at the very least it's funny but i hope you enjoyed your birthday, Aizawa, nyah.” You said softly not meeting his intense gaze, he walked toward you and took the cat from your hands placing her on the floor.

“y/n, I love you.” He said caressing your cheeks. You blink at him hearing what he is saying but not really taking it in.

“You don’t have to feel the same way but I love you too much to let another second slip away from us.” He said, his stare boring into your eyes. You didn’t say much but giggled at him.

“I think it’s pretty obvious I love you too Shouta. I’m wearing cat ears and a tail plus a maid outfit.” You said staring back at him with just as much passion.

“Well thank you for my birthday gifts. They were lovely. But since you dressed up for my birthday, I think I’m gonna undress you.” He said drawing closer to your face. Your lips inches away but before anything could happen he grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward his room.

“Wait Sho!! I want a date first an-” you stuttered as he continued to pull you chuckling.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa shouta x reader #mha x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #poc writers #aizawa x you #eraserhead x reader #yamada hizashi #mha imagines #bhna fanfiction

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hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger · 4 years

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The Anti-Spider-Girl Agenda within Marvel

In 1998 Tom DeFalco, former EIC of Marvel, created Mayday Parker/Spider-Girl. Her debut did gangbusters and a first edition of it still fetches a lot of cash. She got a solo series in 1999 which launched an entire interconnected universe of characters, the MC2 universe.

The universe ultimately wrapped up in 2010 but throughout that time Mayday was being regularly published in one format or another, she was even the FIRST ever Marvel character to get a digital ongoing series before it went to print. An impressive accolade to add to the fact that she still holds the record for the female Marvel solo protagonist with the longest running continuous series. That is to say no breaks or relaunches, just over 60 straight monthly issues...

... And THEN she went another 40 straight issue for good measure before finally being continued in a relaunch.

So, given how the anniversaries of both her debut and the debut of her series/the MC2 universe have come and gone I have to ask...why has there been 0 acknowledgement from Marvel?

We’re in the middle of a 2099 celebration, and that imprint (that lasted less time and was arguably less successful) was an on and off presence between 2013-2017.

We’re going to get something acknowledging Iron Man 2020 a character who is hardly in the zeitgeist of Marvel fandom to the same extent as Spider-Girl.

Now in fairness both of those examples are reliant upon the literal names of both properties. It does make a certain amount of sense to celebrate the 2099 line in a year ending in the number 9, thus bringing us ever closer to the real life year 2099. Equally it makes sense to revive Iron Man 2020 during well...the year 2020.

But then you get to Marvel celebrating the Earth X stuff. Now for all you out there who haven’t read the Earth X stuff I want you to ask yourself a question and be very honest with yourselves. How much do you actually know about the Earth X universe just via osmosis, without having read it. I’m willing to bet it ain’t much if anything and what you do know probably amounts to:

It was Marvel’s answer to Kingdom Come

Alex Ross did art for it

MAYBE you know Norman Osborn was the President

Oh and you probably remember that really cool Venom/symbiote looking character who was a version of Spider-Girl!

Golly, it’s almost like if Marvel are going to celebrate the not-that-well-remembered Earth X line (which like 2099 also lasted for less time than the MC2 universe) then they should do SOMETHING (beyond releasing some trades) to mark EITHER of the appropriate anniversaries for Spider-Girl and/or the MC2 universe as a whole.

But no. We get some trades and also Mayday appeared in Spider-Geddon for a few issues...at no point being solely in the spotlight...

This my friends is simply the latest in a very, very, very, very, very long list of instances where Mayday/the MC2 brand is mistreated.

And a lot of that mistreatment I think is due to Tom DeFalco’s hand in creating Mayday and the MC2 universe. Because frankly, in particular relation to the MC2 universe, DeFalco’s work has also been mistreated in recent years.

The facts are:

Mayday’s ongoing (Spectacular Spider-Girl volume 2) was turned into a mini in spite of solicits

She was cancelled so Anya Corazon could get the name Spider-Girl

The very next time she shows up her Dad is killed off, thus fundamentally wrecking the whole premise for her character

The guy who killed her Dad proceeded to treat her as an abused babysitter

That same guy finished things off by removing her unique name and costume

That same guy (Slott) in the same run before and after Spider-Verse wrecked other elements from DeFalco’s ASM work AND threw shade at his origin for MJ, calling it reductive

Slott also was hired by DeFalco and had to uncomfortably admit he’d conned the man. Which combined with everything else makes me wonder if DeFalco maybe threw some shade Slott’s way back when he was an intern. Like he looked upon him as underhanded and unworthy of his place in the company, and Slott knew that and resented DeFalco for it. And again, being EIC earns enemies and DeFalco was the EIC when Slott started

Slott also wrecked Ben Reilly a character DeFalco did not create but had strong associations with.

During secret wars the story focused HEAVILY upon Hope Pym, Stinger and Ant-Man at a time when coincidentally the Ant-Man movie was happening.

During Secret Wars the same writer who wrecked her in Spider-Verse COINCIDENTALLY happened to a story about the daughter of Spider-Man who was born during the 1990s, but it was his own OC

During Secret Wars, Mayday appeared on the cover of one of the ongoings she was set to appear in, but it was then revised to be Anya

Mayday when she began appearing regularly in a new title was seemingly killed off early into it and didn’t appear for awhile, not getting much spotlight when she did

Mayday had to share her spotlight moments in Spider-Geddon with Anya (again), still wasn’t allowed to be called Spider-Girl again, and the story was mostly about Annie not her.

She was going to appear in the USM cartoon but then that was totally changed to be a gender flipped Peter Parker

Eric Masterson/Thunderstrike, another well remembered DeFalco creation, has also gotten little-no attention this decade despite it being a 20th/25th anniversary of him too. One of the more notable acknowledgments of his character was turning him into a Neo-Nazi for Spider-Punk to beat up.

Spider-Girl’s VERY SUCCESSFUL digests were discontinued but conveniently other digests for other Marvel properties either continued or started up after Mayday’s were discontinued.

The ‘complete’ Spider-Ham trade paperbacks ‘conveniently’ do not include Spider-Ham’s equivalent character for Spider-Girl, Swiney-Girl

Gee that’s an AWFUL lot of coincidence, especially when you consider fucking Spider-Ham has been getting more attention from Marvel than Mayday; and that was BEFORE Into the Spider-Verse came out.

I’m sorry, but it’s really, really, really, really, really, really obvious that there is an anti DeFalco/Spider-Girl/MC2 sentiment within Marvel.

But why you may ask?

There are a few reasons for that. The biggest one though is that Tom DeFalco is the former EIC of Marvel comics.

At the time of me writing this, Axel Alonso recently stopped being EIC of Marvel and no bad words are muttered about him. People in the industry equally have little bad to say about Joe Quesada, especially those within Marvel.

But then again...Joey Q is still working for Marvel and in a position ABOVE the EIC. He never stopped working for Marvel even when he stopped being the EIC. And Alonso, one of Quesada’s right hand yes men conveniently took over for him and do you know he didn’t run the company all THAT differently to his former boss. Funny that right?

It’s almost as funny as how other former EICs of Marvel absolutely don’t have the same treatment. Jim Shooter is routinely BLASTED by countless fans and creators, especially the ones who worked under him, even though he oversaw arguably the height of Marvel comics’ creative history. Bob Harrass and his decisions are often talked about less than flatteringly. Tom DeFalco meanwhile had a whole disparaging phrase named after him.

Yes. That is is a real life Marvel letter page from the mid-2000s literally using the term ‘DeFalco’s Folly’ in reference to a former Marvel EIC and outright BLAMING HIM for their bankruptcy in the 1990s.*

When you are the EIC you make enemies. It’s rare that the boss of any business isn’t resented on some level by their employees. And your words take on much more meaning that what you simply say, being subject to misinterpretation.**

But now imagine you are the boss of a bunch of creative nerds (for most creators of superheros are nerds). Creative people A LOT of the time tend to be fairly sensitive as is, it’s likely critical to their craft. Nerds historically have tended to be sensitive (that’s neither a good nor bad thing). If you are the boss of those people, hoo boy will you ever make enemies. Tom DeFalco in fact once told a fellow editor that an innocuous comment about how an artist under said editor’s employ drew a character was being taken by the artist as an insult to their whole career.

NOW imagine all that and also under your tenure the company goes bankrupt and a lot of people lose their jobs?

Enemies. Enemies galore.

Even if it wasn’t necessarily your fault, you are the most visible person in authority so you get the blame. If the internet wasn’t that much of a thing do you really think that Ike Perlmutter would be the guy who got the blame for deep sixing the X-Men and F4 in the 2010s? Hell no, it’d have been Axel Alonso and/or Tom Brevoort.

So yeah, Mayday was DeFalco’s baby and the MC2 universe more than anything was the logical extrapolation from the Marvel universe as it existed under HIS tenure as EIC. It’s very much seen as representative of DeFalco himself. Thus if people have an issue with DeFalco, they’re not going to do all that much positive as far as his stuff is concerned, in particular if it gives him anything like royalties.

But on top of all of that I think Spider-Girl and the MC2 universe simply conceptually lean against Marvel’s ‘party line.

I didn’t notice this, but it was pointed out to me by an acquaintance that the MC2 universe is VERY similar to DC’s Earth 2 concept, wherein the classic heroes are older and/or retired with their immediate descendants picking up their mantles. Marvel and DC have this petty and asinine pissing contest between them, with many within Marvel even outright hating the fact that they have numbered universes like DC. It’s likely (definitely) the reason Earth 616 was rebranded as ‘Earth Prime’. This of course won’t stop them ripping off DC if they think it’ll make bank

The MC2 universe was a universe of OPTIMISM. In particular in the 2000s, and this attitude has definitely lingered, there is this emphasis upon cynicism and at best Pyrrhic victories within Marvel. Partially this is due to a misinterpretation of what ‘realism’ means, but partially this is due to misguided belief that controversy sells and pissing the fans off makes bank.

The MC2 universe is very old school. It’s deliberately designed to be nostalgic and feel Silver Age in it’s sensibilities. this is why the violence is not all that gory, the sexual references are at best reserved and tasteful and there’s that optimism I talked about. not to mention it kicks back hard against the decompression/writing for the trade storytelling model Marvel typically employs and has typically employed for almost 20 years now. Whether it’s simply because the universe doesn’t conform, or because Marvel views anything ‘retro’ as bad because it isn’t ‘modern’ (with no inspection of whether the modern trends are a GOOD thing) the end result is that the MC2′s sensibilities are not in line with how Marvel WANTS their comics produced.

Then you have Mayday herself. Mayday is a living symbol of both the Clone Saga and the Spider Marriage. Whilst Marvel are NOW willing to more openly reference the Clone Saga, few people i any kind of positions of power look upon it (or even aspects of it) with anything but disdain and embarrassment. Dan Slott for instance openly hated it. As for the Spider Marriage...I mean do I even need to explain that one?

I’m sure a frustrating fact for Marvel during Spider-Girl’s publication, and something likely passed down to Axel Alonso when he was handpicked by Quesada, was that the book refused to die. Spider-Girl was scheduled for cancellation multiple times and defied the odds multiple times. Marvel 90% of the time won’t kill a book if it’s making a profit (especially in a day and age when they were still feeling the fallout from bankruptcy) so they kept Spider-Girl around, but because it was so against the party line I’m VERY sure they’d have LIKED to have had the justification for killing the title. That’s likely why they shuffled her onto a digital platform in 2009. Amazing Spider-Girl did poorly enough to justify cancelling it but not so poorly that they couldn’t still make money from it. Another relaunch would’ve boosted sales for the series, but making it a digital series at a time when hardly anyone read digitially (let alone PAID for it), now that’s a shrewd manoeuvre. You make SOME money from it, you pay lip service to keeping it alive and appeasing very upset Spider-Marriage fans, but you’ve essentially guaranteed it’s failure long term.

Part of that annoying success was those incredibly successful digests that were possibly indoctrinating a lot of young impressionable readers on a character/brand Marvel wanted to bury and aspects of their flagship character (read: a married older Peter Parker) that they wanted to bury. Hence Spider-Girl digests disappeared but conveniently there were still digests for Ultimate Spider-Man sold featuring a young, buffoonish, Avengers worshipping Peter Parker.

Oh...and she also had the incredibly brand sexy name ‘Spider-Girl’ that Joe Quesada wanted for his own precious pet OC character, Anya Corazon. In fact Mayday was going to be rebranded as Spider Woman in Spider-Girl #75, specifically so that Anya Corazon could be given the name Spider-Girl. Years later Mayday was cancelled specifically for that purpose.

tl:dr There is a VERY OBVIOUS anti Tom DeFalco/Spider-Girl/MC2 agenda within Marvel.

My hope is that it’s rooted out, hopefully as a result of the 20 year nostalgia factor kicking in sooner of later (her series was most prevalent in the 2000s) and more female creators coming into the industry.

*Which is very much unfair. There is rarely one singular decision that results in bankruptcy. So whilst DeFalco making a single purchase might’ve been a contribution (emphasis on ‘might’) the idea that it was THE ultimate cause of Marvel’s problems is ridiculous.

Marvel were heading for the shitter the moment Ron Perleman purchased it in the 1980s. They were the victims of a ‘pump and dump’ scheme wherein sleazy yet clever financial people showed up, created a bubble to make a load of money, then moved on to the next thing when the bubble burst. To my understanding a similar thing occurred with baseball cards.

** In fact DeFalco’s friend, Ron Frenz, has spoken about how he was witness to DeFalco saying one thing and the people listening to him hearing and acting upon it in a totally different way than was intended.

The same happened to Stan Lee when he made an aside about Iron Man’s lack of a nose, which resulted in his employees believing Stan wanted them to give Iron Man a nose.

P.S. You know in the 1990s when all the 2099 books got cancelled sans Spider-Man 2099, they never got a second bite of the apple.

But between the late 90s and 2000s the MC2 universe was seemed successful enough that around 2006-2007 both Spider-Girl AND the wider MC2 universe were given second volumes, even the ones that only lasted like 6 issues.

Since then there’s been at least 3 attempts to revive the 2099 universe, we’re living through the latest one.

And yet Mayday doesn’t seem to even be worthy of a spotlight issue in the current Spider-Verse series.

#Spider-Man #Spider-Girl #Mayday Parker #mc2 #mc2 universe #Tom DeFalco #Ron Frenz #Thunderstrike #Eric Masterson #Dan Slott #Joe Quesada

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jvden · 4 years

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𝖇𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖌𝖊𝖘

𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔧𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔬𝔫 .

hi ! pretend like you don’t see the lack of graphic ok, something super sick is up there ok . jaden is in dire need of a buddy y’all . a theme of misdirection is common in these, as well as mentions of jaden’s affair (which i have not brought up much due to the fact that ... it just didn’t come up and i hadn’t fully fleshed out the ta as an npc) with theatre ta and garnet alum hudson evans . everything can definitely be changed around to fit anything, i don’t mind ! also if you’d like to just plot something basic, or further flesh out an original plot please let me know ! ok thanks bye -- @opalsmedia

also see here .

we dont believe whats on tv twenty one piots . closed rose morrison .

what if my dream does not happen? / would i just change what i've told my friends? / i don't want to know who i would be / when i wake up from a dreamer's sleep / i need to know / that when i fail you'll still be here

WITH MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S around the corner, jaden is feeling uncharacteristically less than. normally, theatre is an escape for them, a activity that they don’t even need to think about, but here recently the weight of the society is taking over their mind. everything feels weird. the air around the manor is eerie, almost like everyone is keeping a secret and jaden is on the outside. the prodigies are busying themselves with opals, and with each other, jaden unsure of where they’re supposed to be going. on one hand, what happens if they’re that one prodigy that doesn’t fully make it? what if they let dante down? on the other, what happens if they just can’t find joy in the theatre anymore? what if they flunk out of strathmore and are forced to pick something else? who is going to catch them now that august is gone?

YOUR MUSE CAN sense a shift in jaden, something is off - which may not be so unusual, but it's apparent enough to raise eyebrows. they’re a lending arm to take their mind somewhere that isn't the worst possible scenario. coffee breaks, movie dates, and picnics help take jadens mind off of the weight of the world and their situation, and your muse’s shoulder is always there to lend advice and help push them out of the rutt they’ve found themselves in. your muse is kind, a light at the end of a tunnel.

clementine halsey . open to all .

i don't need anyone / i don't need anyone / i just need everyone and then some

THEN: jaden and your muse weren't fast friends. however, the disgusting amounts of school projects meant they spent so much time together that honestly, they were just tired of looking at them. at first glance, they were into lace and love and rosé (or something opposite obviously). jaden was into leather and cigarettes and jack on the rocks. it was hard to find trust in them, to find a confidant that they could bring their walls down for and believe in their gut that they wouldn't leave. because not everyone leaves. right? their ability to know precisely what jaden thinks before they can get the words out made them a perfect match, the best of friends. your muse knew exactly when jaden's heart rate was rising, when they were getting too worked up for their own good, and knew how to calm them down. because of them, jaden learns to ask for help when and if they need it, rather than keeping to themselves and figuring everything out on their own. your muse is the first person jaden tells about hudson, about their affair. they were intoxicated, enough that they didn't realize what they were saying. now the cat is out of the bag, and things are weird, to say the least. they could see the casual looks your muse was giving hudson in the hallways, the strange silences when they talked about him or when your muse found out they were heading to his place for the night. they didn't think anything of it, they couldn't. they were happy.

NOW: it’s common knowledge that hudson was a garnet only a few years prior. it’s common knowledge and it’s not necessarily knowledge that jaden would like for your muse to hold on to. hudson’s place in the society makes things even more uncomfortable for jaden and you can feel the relationship straining. what once was an inseparable bond has turned into missed calls, only catching the back of jaden’s hair before they’re out of sight, and lonely walks back to the dorms from the library every night. meanwhile, on jaden’s end, they’re struggling hard with the fact that hollis knows about hudson, they can’t find their place with the rest of the circlet let alone the society as a whole, and they’re backsliding in their classes as well. jaden’s not going to admit to needing help, but you know that they do without having to ask.

forever ... is a long time halsey . open to prodigies ig otherwise it’s against the rules, no?

build love, build god, build provinces / build calluses, break promises / cause i could never hold a perfect thing and not demolish it …

THEN: they were the first relationship jaden partook in post rehab, and really, post august. it was hard. everything is rocky, they were one thing and then another. they were happy, but then everything was wrong. they were so innocent. so fucking kind and sweet. in the beginning, it bothered jaden, everything about loving them and wanting to be around them, bothered jaden. why couldn't they turn off that light? they knew they would get hurt. but their fucking smile… and maybe that's why jaden ran to the hudson in the first place. to be the one to hurt, and not get hurt. to be with someone that couldn't possibly break their heart because they would never get attached? turns out, they still got attached.

NOW: it's weird confiding in your muse post hudson. things felt normal, but they definitely weren't. they're using your muse as a shield, a security blanket almost. jaden can pretend things are normal in public if they still have their hand to hold. it was rocky, the first few months after the hudson debacle. but eventually, finding the friendship they had in one another made things comfortable. it was a new normal for them; stolen kisses, late-night fights ending in each other's arms. they were easy before, and now it was as if they were the secret.

hand me downs mac miller . closed eliot rivera.

when i'm stuck between a rock and a hard place / walk and drop in change inside your empty guitar case / that's charity um, i move carelessly that's why i'm always tripping / i guess that's like electrolytes you help me go the distance

JADEN HAS VIEWED the society like a sort of joke since the beginning, but now, things are getting exceedingly more interesting. tying a bunch of second years to statues? that’s real shit. however with that said, they’re stuck. what is the point of the society? where are they supposed to be going? what is the goal that they had in mind with all of this?

YOUR MUSE IS a mentor to jaden, helping them navigate through the society in a way that makes everything click for them. it feels forced in the beginning, maybe it’s the product of an informal or another task, and they aren’t opening up as much as they could be. they’re shy, afraid of the unknown, but eventually become willing to let your muse in.

ik i left this one kind of sparse… but i feel like it speaks for itself lol

#opalsplots #( wanted. )#oof hi guys pls be kind lol

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mingishoe · 4 years

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if you would actually want to see one of these let me know!

(This is kinda long... I’m so sorry I’m not using the ‘read more’ option so I’m so sorry if I’m spamming your feed)

(Also PSA these ideas are all my own and Ik some of them might be a lil cliche but I promise they’re all my ideas and I didn’t take them from someone else! Except the tiktok one)

Young Dumb and Broke (Series) - So this one is a lil weird but hear me out... I’m a bitch for Sugar Daddy stories but this is like a lil twist. So basically you got out of highschool and somehow got a sugar daddy (completely legal!!!) and like you got a shit ton of money and he like paid for your first two years of college so like you’re living the life- then he like puts money in your account... like a lot of money... and he buys you a bunch of shit so you’re literally living the life in his penthouse or whatever and then like you’re like hmmm ion need a sugar daddy anymore so then you’re like lemme tell him and then he like gets mad and is like get the fuck out... then you go and find your own place and like there’s no need for you to be worried about money or anything but you still go get a job just so you can be busy and you find a cute cafe and you get a boyfriend who happens to be your old sugar daddy’s son and like shit be happening. So yeah that’s what I have as of now and I think that could be fun to write

Guns N’ Roses (one shot) - I’m an even bigger bitch for Mafia shit and like a Hongjoong/Jongho/maybe Seonghwa Ateez Mafia moment? And like maybe a lil cliche moment but like the MC won’t get kidnapped by him or whatever but like she’s a little nosy bitch. Like not an annoying nosy to where she’d get fucked up by the Mafia but like nosy so tHe ScArY mAfIa bOsS thinks she’s cute, you know? So like she obviously knows who he is and like thinks he’s hot and wants to fuck. So she messes with him and is like wHy dO yOu hAVe a bLacK eYe when she obviously knows why he has a black eye. N e way... I think it would be cute or whatever but also not like a cliche he kidnapped me and I fell in love with him kinda moment.

Pancakes? (one shot) - So I’m even a bigger bitch for hybrid fics. Ik Im a bitch for a lot of stuff sorry... N e way I don’t rly know how to write one so I’d have to do like research or whatever about it and figure out anatomy of like whatever animal I’m wanting to do (probably a puppy or a kitten or a bunny bc I’m a basic bitch and don’t wanna do something cool like a snake or anything... but like MC would find said animal sOmEwHerE or maybe adopt it from the actual animal shelter instead of a hybrid one just bc they were in the animal form and not the human-hybrid form, you know? And like they take him home and like their new pet or whatever falls asleep on her tummy and like when she wakes up it’s a whole ass man and she’s like uhh what the fuck is a grown ass naked man doing on me??? And like they both get scared and like she offers him pancakes (hence the name) and like yeah they just live life after that with some conflict but it’s all good.

Temptation (one shot) - so guess what else I’m a bitch for... Vampire AUs... like who isn’t??? So like I really fuck with San/Seonghwa vampire moment?But like I really really fuck with the MC being the vampire... like there’s not a lot of one shots or series with the MC as the vampire so I think that would be cute and different. But also again, idk too much about vampire shit besides the cliche stuff and I’m sure I could take a different route with it rather than the usual uhhh shhh don’t tell anyone I’m a vampire or imma bite you kinda stuff. Or the we met in a club and imma suck your blood and you may or may not live kinda thing, even though those are my favourites and I read those all the time.

*Idk what name yet* (One shot) - I also really really like Harry Potter house AUs with maybe San or Wooyoung of Ateez... but I’ve never seen a full Harry Potter movie in my life (please don’t attack me) and I would have to like watch the movies and read parts of the books or like research stuff about the Harry Potter houses EXTENSIVELY (unless there’s anyone who wants to help me) but I rly like the whole the really pretty girl that everyone is scared of is in the Slytherin House and the cute shy boy in the Hufflepuff House has the biggest crush on her. And like she fucks with him bc he’s a Hufflepuff but she likes him too and just doesn’t know how to show it.

Hail Mary (one shot) - So like this is probably the most cliche on the list but the fucking Priests Daughter kinda shit is the best kinda shit out there. Like I would REALLY FUCK WITH A N Y member of ATEEZ LIKE FUCK! N e way- like the MC would be the priests daughter and like E V E R Y O N E knows who she is bc 1. She’s hot. And 2. She’s known for being like a goodie goodie. She’s the kinda girl that like has straight A’s in every class, doesn’t go to any parties, is at church all day every Sunday with her father. You wear a purity ring around your finger and all the boys just want to be the one to make you take it off. But like whichever member I pick (I’ve been wanting to write this for forever but I can’t pick a member from the ones listed above) actually likes you and isn’t just fucking you to get your ring.

Bookstore Girl (one shot) - So... I’ve had this idea for over a year (way before I started writing on Tumblr) it’s not rly that interesting or really original or anything but like one of my favourite songs is Bookstore Girl by Charlie Burg and immediacy after the first time I heard it I thought “I’m writing a Namjoon fic based off of this song” and I have yet to do it. If you haven’t heard it before I really recommend you do! In the song it says “Oh bookstore girl, I wonder what your name is” and “Reading only the books that you'd recommend to me... knowing more than just your name, it wouldn’t be the same... remaining fantasy, that’s more romantic to me” and it really gave me the inspiration for like maybe the MC as the other regulars that Namjoon likes so he’s always asking her for book Recs or they’d just talk about books but he doesn’t know her name and it’s practically killing him bc he has the biggest crush on her but literally knows nothing about her. So yeah I’ve personally never rly read a fic like this??? But yeah i think it would be really cute.

Groupie (One shot) - so like PH-1 is like one of my favourite artists and like he has a song called Groupie and I think it would be really interesting to incorporate it into a fic. I was thinking maybe like Jin/Taehyung BTS or like maybe Minhyuk Monsta X would go good with this kind of fic? So like in the song it’s constantly asking if their a Groupie “Are you a groupie? Tell me straight up is you a Groupie? I’m trynna do me, don’t waste my time is you a Groupie?” And like I think it would be kinda a twist if he knew the MC was a Groupie but he didn’t care bc he actually really liked her and is willing to have her around as a Groupie than not at all. But like eventually the MC would like... stop being a Groupie? And like they’d end up together fr fr, you know?

Red? (One Shot) - So yk those TikToks, yes I have a TikTok addiction don’t come at me, that are like yOu aNd yOur sOUlMaTe sEe tHe sAmE cOlOur aNd oNce yOu fAll iN lOve yOu seE eVery cOlOur? So yeah those kind of tiktoks are really creative and I think it would be a really cool fic idea. This one is obviously not my idea but I could try and like make a spin on it??? If that makes sense? But I was thinking maybe Mingi ATEEZ

*idk a name for this one either* (One shot) - So you know how there’s like a million fics that’s like tHe dEvIls sOn, which no hate bc those hit different, but like there’s never rly any where the MC is like the devils daughter yk? I’m thinking either Mingi or Yunho Ateez. So like imagine the Devil sending his daughter to go collect this “pretty boy” and bring him down. He was said to be protected by the angles so you had to get him wrapped around your finger. You take an interest in the “pretty boy” and bring him down with you and you want him for yourself, let’s just say the Devil isn’t happy...

Wings (one shot) - So I’m really into the whole Angel/Demon and Heaven/Hell kinda thing incorporated into fics and like... I’m kinda thinking like maybe Angel!Yunho/Wooyoung(kinda funny Ik) and like Demon!San/Seonghwa and like you’re one of the few “angels” that can go back and forth through Heaven and Hell. You’re half Angel and half Demon which is the reason you could travel back and forth. You usually spend most of your time on the lower half... it maybe or may not be because of a specific Demon with wings so dark you almost couldn’t see them... however, in heaven... the boy with the whitest wings you’ve ever seen makes you want to keep going back. Your wings are gray, more specifically a dark gray meaning you’re more demonic than angelic, which makes you stand out in either place. The more time you spend with the boy with the white wings... the darker they become...

사랑해 (Saranghae) (one shot) - So like Ik there’s a lot of like HighSchoolAUs and I really really like them but I wanna take a little spin on it and do like a transfer student kinda thing. So I’m thinking maybe like Yeosang ATEEZ? So like they come to America (where you’re from) from Korea and you’re assigned to be their like? Idk what it’s called? Just kinda the person to show them around and make them feel welcome. So it’s a little bit difficult because of the language barrier so you try your best to learn Korean and he try’s his best to learn some English so the two of you could talk. You’re not good at korean, at all, but you know when you hear that word... you feel the same way.

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luccislegs · 5 years

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Heya! I just came up with an idea. Could I please get a scenario where the reader is a bounty hunter? They have a devil fruit ability to turn into a rat, and use it to sneak onto ships and kill pirates. The reader goes onto the sunny go, meaning to kill Zoro first. Every time they do, they either have to avoid a bounding Luffy or a Sanji/Zoro fight. Eventually they break into irritation and scream that it's so hard to kill Zoro- because of his crew. Literally breaking down, sobbing.

oh my god i laughed when i read this i can just imagine. ik you asked for a scenario but i’m gonna do headcanons instead. i tried to write a scenario but i just could not finish it.

sneaking onto the sunny was the easy part, since you had just waited until the cook was too busy fawning over some woman to pay attention to the food and crawled into one of the bags

from there you just waited until you were on the ship

it got substantially harder after that

the sunny was big but these bastards were just always on the move and it didn’t take long for someone to notice you

it was chopper

and he definitely warned everyone else that there was a rat on board

it took you exactly 2 minutes to find out exactly how many rat traps the cook had on board the ship

it’s a lot

it was like playing minesweep irl

also zoro made it a pain in the ass bc he was constantly sleeping up in the crows nest which wouldn’t be a problem except it was so high you got tired before you could made it up there

and when he did come down it was only to eat and fight with sanji

which, let’s just say, was a real nightmare on it’s own bc yk, you’re small and they’re destructive

it took you forever to finally find the time to change back into your human form

it lasted long enough for you to stretch before luffy came bombing into the room, scaring the shit out of you

you swore you were caught when he called out asking if someone was there

then he shrugged it off and you breathed a sigh of relief

it wasn’t until you got properly caught for a second time that they formulated a plan for capturing you

they knew you were too smart for the regular traps, so franky took over

you had no idea what him, luffy, and usopp were doing when you found them tying up ropes across the ceilings one night, so you sat to watch them

once they started attaching baskets and weights and pulleys to the ropes it dawned on you

these freaks were making a fucking mouse trap

you swore you sweatdropped and just dipped to recover some of your braincells

when you ventured out the next morning, you stopped to look at it in a little more detail and decided that, for a bunch of idiots, they did a pretty bangin job

that was until you found out there were more of them placed all over the ship

the crew found out that day that you were, in fact, not just a rat but a person bc of the pure, unadulterated anguish in your voice as you screamed that you were losing your mind

if you hadn’t been in danger of drowning, you definitely would have thrown yourself over the side of the ship

as i said, i tried to write a scenario, and it didn’t pan out well at all, which is why it took me so long to answer this. it’s why i did headcanons instead. sorry about that. i hope you enjoy either way!

#one piece headcanons #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #nico robin #sanji vinsmoke #vinsmoke sanji #cat burglar nami #god usopp #tony tony chopper

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gellavonhamster · 5 years

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sugar bowl generation headcanons

Beatrice

short and delicate-looking but actually very strong and Sporty™

knew Olaf since early childhood and often visited his family home. She never liked his parents that much but she was still conflicted and extremely upset when she was tasked with killing them

the girl everyone (with a few exceptions, Olaf first and foremost) wants either to be or to be with

had a penchant for writing very witty and biting epigrams about the people she disliked

the first time she slept with Bertrand was after that very night at the opera. They were both confused and miserable and wanted someone to hold them but neither of them thought themselves a good enough person to deserve someone innocent, someone who doesn't know what they did, to hold them, and then it just... happened. She was still dating Lemony at the time.

Bertrand

had blond hair (Sunny takes after him), wore glasses (I guess it could be said that Klaus takes after him)

mostly worked in the theatre as a stagehand, building sets and props, but occasionally took part in performances too, usually filling in for one actor or another

kept in touch with Theodora after finishing his apprenticeship

used to sing while cooking dinner

the nicest, politest person you'll ever meet but could also obliterate you with a couple of words (usually preferred not to)

didn’t really like Beatrice that much before they started working together on the poison darts mission - thought her to be too pretentious and loud

Lemony

tried growing a moustache as an experiment once and it was Terrible

has always been rather chubby; sometimes it bothers him but only because it means he can't always squeeze through a hole in the fence/a porthole/etc. when in need of escape

used to play the accordion for his friends at the parties

has a quite beautiful singing voice but usually is embarrassed to sing (Beatrice was usually successful at persuading him to do it though)

tried to hate Bertrand at first and failed spectacularly and was mad at himself because of that

since Stain'd-by-the-Sea, has killed in self-defence in a fight a couple of times but has never murdered anyone anymore like he murdered Hangfire

once dreamed of reforming VFD (actual volunteering instead of kidnapping, no more separating children from their families and so on) but by the time of after The End, when the organization is completely in shambles and many volunteers (for example, R) believe that now is the perfect time to rebuild it basically from scratch, he does not want to be part of this anymore - partly because most of the volunteers (except for, again, R, and some other people) now see him as a traitor for exposing so much VFD secrets, and partly because he'd rather spend his time helping his niece find the Baudelaires

rest of the squad under read more because this post got out of control

Jacques

had always been considered attractive by everyone (despite the unibrow)

the "I'm not mad, I'm disappointed" kind of guy

usually the designated driver at parties

learned to drive at the age of, like, ten, but insisted on getting a real driving licence when he got old enough for this. As a result, had a legal licence and a bunch of fake ones for VFD missions

usually carried a small photo camera with him

prior to "recruitment" he befriended Jerome and managed to stay friends with him throughout their lives even though they could not meet as often as they both would've loved to. Had always suspected that Jerome is in love with him; loved him back but knew that being involved with anyone from VFD would be too dangerous for Jerome who, despite many good qualities that Jacques loved about him, was not a fighter at all. Tried to fill the void with various on-and-off relationships with other volunteers, such as Olivia and Frank, but never really got over Jerome

Kit

liked wearing men's clothes and strict/business women's clothes

usually kept her hair in a bun or a ponytail but every time she let it down everyone noticed how beautiful it was

very good at physics and engineering

Lemony didn't know it but she kept in touch with Ellington after their escape from the prisoner wagon. They were always on the verge of romantic relationship but avoided it because E, naturally, did not want to have anything to do with VFD, while K couldn't imagine her life without it

was a heavy smoker but quit after finding out she's expecting

her pregnancy was absolutely unplanned but she decided to keep the baby for a number of reasons, such as that she might not be able to get pregnant later due to her age and that there was actually no time and/or opportunity for her to have an abortion safely

Olaf

had dyslexia (hence problems with spelling but being good at anagrams). Sometimes asked Kit to read him books out loud

his relationship with his parents has never been that great; what devastated him the most was not so much their sudden death (though it was undoubtedly shocking) as the fact that his friends (and, for all their conflicts, he still considered Beatrice his best friend) betrayed him

his propensity for alcohol is partly genetic - his father didn't drink too often, but when he did, he went on long drinking sprees

used to dress like a greaser in his youth - leather jackets, dark sunglasses, all that jazz

sometimes when he (tol) and Beatrice (smol) would stand next to each other, he would put his elbow or his chin on top of her head; it annoyed her extremely

had a crush on Josephine in his early teenage years but she rejected him quite brutally. That old grudge was part of the reason why his plan of getting her out of the way included seducing her

Esme

has never been recruited by VFD - she just befriended Beatrice and Olaf and, being nosy, soon started to find out more and more about VFD. They thought her a potentially useful associate so eventually she became quite closely involved with the organization

her parents were rich, bought her whatever she wanted, and made sure she got a good education but never really cared about her that much or showed her love. In other words, her childhood was very much like Carmelita's

used to shoplift (makeup, jewellery, similar small objects) for fun as a teen

actually really good at math and finances

she wasn't the one who burned down the Baudelaire mansion, and she cried with rage when she found out Beatrice was dead. She wanted revenge and now she couldn't have it - it was almost as if even in death B did everything she could to do her dirty one last time

survived the hotel fire but was arrested a short time after for a variety of crimes she committed together with Olaf. Nevertheless, managed to get acquitted on all charges and became an even more popular celebrity because of the media coverage of her trial. Many years later, already after her death, a Chicago-like musical about her life was staged. It was wildly inaccurate and romanticized her and her relationship with Olaf to no end, but the public loved it. The adult Beatrice Baudelaire II, being a true niece of her uncle, wrote a scorching review of it, but it didn't really alter anyone's opinion.

her mother was French Canadian and her father was Black Canadian

doesn't like cigarettes but occasionally smokes her late dad's pipe

her mother was not a member of VFD but still an associate and agreed to let her daughter be taken in return for them aiding her in politics. Because of her mother’s connection to VFD, R was allowed to spend much more time with her family than other young recruits ever had a chance to

she and Lemony were already close friends by the time they both realized they're in love with Beatrice, and they resolved not to let this ruin their friendship. For some time, they both courted B, waiting for her to decide whom she likes best. When B chose L, R felt quite miserable but managed to let go of her feelings as time passed. She never forgot Beatrice, but she's had multiple relationships after her

there was a brief period when her family thought she and Lemony were dating, which they found both awkward and hilarious. They've never felt anything but friendship towards each other. On several occasions they fell asleep in one bed and never found anything weird about it

after the hotel fire and the almost complete collapse of VFD, she is leading the fraction that believes that the organization's ways should be changed (see the last point in hcs about Lemony above)

Monty

used to send his friends postcards from his travels, making sure to code the messages and the return addresses

gave names to each and every animal living under his care. For example, his Virginian Wolfsnake was called Mrs. Dalloway

had his iconic snaketache (snake moustache) since he was like 19

loved gestures of platonic affection but was always careful not to kiss or hug people who do not like being touched

was the reason many VFD gents realized they weren’t straight (”ok, it’s Monty, everyone is lowkey crushing on Monty... wait, he’s a guy tho”)

has killed more than once and aided in even more murders by providing poisons to his associates. Wasn’t proud of it and often wondered if there was another way. Actually carried a lot of sadness inside him but always tried to mask it with jokes and persuade himself to be optimistic

Josephine

good at boxing, fencing, swimming, arm wrestling... like, Beatrice was Sporty™, but Josephine was the Sportiest™

also good at dances like boogie-woogie and swing

had a wonderful infectious laughter :’)

to ask her out, Ike sent her a letter with some mistakes, she started correcting them automatically and realized that the wrong letters formed the phrase “I like you”. She found it clever and cute, and went on a date with him

I feel like I’ve seen this idea somewhere before but I can’t recall where... anyway... she was more interested in descriptive grammar and the development of language before losing Ike but then started to concentrate on prescriptive grammar because she subconsciously sought something stable and predictable in her shattered life

Widdershins

claims that Melville is his favourite writer but hasn’t actually read anything by him apart from Moby-Dick. His associates quickly found it out by dropping references to Billy Budd, Bartleby, the Scrivener, and other Melville’s works

there was a time when he kept borrowing money from his friends (usually small sums to buy cigarettes or beer or something) and returning it months later or never at all. It became a subject for many inside jokes within his friend circle. Is this point inspired by Netflix? Yes, it is

I blame this post for giving me the headcanon that he and Monty had a short-lived but passionate affair in their youth, which they both recalled fondly later

survived the Great Unknown but was badly wounded (including losing his leg... yeah, I’m sneaking in another Moby-Dick reference, why the hell not). That and the fear of running into the Great Unknown once more prevented him from ever going to sea again. He found it difficult to adapt to life on land, feeling himself useless without his submarine, took up drinking and would’ve become an alcoholic it wasn’t for his stepchildren and Hector controlling him

Hector

he’s the H on the Anwhistle branch of the family tree in TUA, but not an Anwhistle by blood. His parents were family friends who died when he was a baby, and the Anwhistle parents adopted him

his parents were Mexican, and he tried to reconnect with his heritage by researching traditions and culture and literature. All the Mexican dishes he cooks he learned to cook by himself

apart from hot air balloons, can fly and work with dirigibles and other aerostats

witnessed many terrible things, including gruesome deaths of several associates, and begged the higher-ranking firefighters to transfer him to some quieter position. They could see clearly that he wasn’t fit for dangerous tasks anymore, and he got relocated to the Village of Fowl Devotees. As the organization became increasingly scattered, whatever he was supposed to be in charge with was forgotten, and so was he

after TVV he keeps seeing Jacques in his nightmares, dying again and again and reminding how H failed him and the Baudelaires

part of my headcanon about him, the Quagmires, and the Widdershins sticking together after surviving the Great Unknown is H and W having a relationship that’s like 50% “why you. Out of all my associates I’m left with you and I never even really liked you, WHY” and 50% doing household chores together in comfortable silence. At some point they start referring to the triplets, Fiona, and Fernald collectively as “our children” and neither remembers who started it

Olivia

had two sisters - M(iranda) and N; by the time of TCC hasn’t seen either of them in years

loved wearing lots of jewellery - big dangly earrings, bracelets, rings

owned a Tarot card pack that belonged to her grandmother

good at engineering and working with various machines

she and Jacques had sex a number of times and she would’ve loved for it to turn into a more serious relationship but she knew that deep down he loved someone else

The Denouements

Frank was born first, then Ernest, and Dewey was the last

D faked his death when he was about 16 because the VFD higher-ups ordered the Denouements to make sure the firestarters believed there were only two of them now. He volunteered, knowing that his brothers were better at running the hotel and working with people, a decision he came to regret later

D fell in love with Kit when she was still dating Olaf. They didn’t become a couple until a year or two before the events of ASOUE

F was Jacques’s another occasional bedfellow. In contrast to Olivia, he never showed how much he really cared about J (and he cared much more than he would’ve preferred to)

E met Fernald a number of times before ASOUE and often flirted with him in a way of “if you’re up for it, I’m in”. He pitied the young man because he knew Olaf would hardly ever return Fernald’s feelings

both F and E liked D more than each other and had a “I wish you were dead instead” moment after his death. After losing their hotel to the fire, they wanted to go their separate ways but soon understood they still need each other. They moved to a European country called Zubrovka to work in the famous hotel there

The Sebalds

Gustav was 2-3 years older than Sally

when they were kids, they used to write plays and put them on at the family gatherings using their toys and handmade sets. One of such gatherings was visited by a distant relative who was in VFD. Some days later, they were “recruited”

all of Gustav’s films are incredibly low-budget and fastly made and all his friends have starred in at least one of them because it usually went like... Headquarters: we need a film with this and that secret message to be shown at this and that cinema in five days. Gustav, mass texting his friends: guys who’s free this weekend, I have another movie to make

Gustav and Monty were dating

Sally dated R at some point (Monty introduced her to R)

after The End Sally, like R, is one of those volunteers who advocate for reforming the organization and dropping its old ways

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seventeen-imagines-reactions · 5 years

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Bang Chan as your boyfriend

Henlo trying new stuff rn hope y’all like it ^^ my ask box is open so feel free to request!

******

Boyfriend! Bang Chan

How you met:

you were at a convenience store after spending your day in the library

you had to study for upcoming exams and write a bunch of essays

but you still had some way ahead and wanted to grab a quick snack and coffee

Bang Chan saw you struggling with the coffee in one and your textbook plus snacks in your other hand

he quickly offered help and placed your things on a table

Chan wanted to leave as he saw the classes the textbooks were for

“Oh, chemistry. Is that your major in uni?” He quickly asked, not sure if he came of as weird

“No, thank god it’s not. I’m just taking additional classes to see what I’m interested in. Chemistry might not be it.” You answered, laughing because you knew how much you hated it.

Chan couldn’t help but notice that you were struggling. “I mean... I really liked chemistry and I know some ways to understand and memorize things.-” at this point he kept looking at the time and his phone. “-here’s my kakaotalk-ID, just text me when you need help.”

He quickly wrote it down, grabbing one of your pens and your book and ran off, probably because he was late for something

Normally you wouldn’t react to actions like this, but the fact that he didn’t even give you a number made you believe that he really just wanted to help *

At home, you kept thinking wether or not you should text him. You really needed help but you also at least wanted to say “thank you”

You gave in after an hour of thinking. “Hey, thank you for your help today. And for offering your help in chemistry. My name is Y/N by the way.”

How you started dating:

after months and months of meeting and getting lessons from him you finally amitted to yourself, that you fell for him head to toe

you started talking to him and getting his help from then on and he now was your close friend

you knew his intention wasn’t bad so you were comfortable around him

not all of your days passed with studying of course

you met up at the dorm to watch movies or he invited you to the studio

he liked having you around as well

one day, or let’s say evening, he called you to the studio which wasn’t new for you

but this time he seemed really off, he didn’t focus on any conversation or even his music

he kept accidentally deleting files and forgot to record even

so you felt the need to ask what was happening

“You know... I wanted to tell you something. But I keep thinking that you might get my intial intention wrong. I want to say this before telling you. I really didn’t think about anything other than helping you the first day we met. Really. Y/N I think I have... stronger feelings for you than just friendship.”

He caught you off guard but you couldn’t help but smile for the first few seconds

“Y/N if you don’t talk right now I think I might pass out.”

“I feel the same way for you, Channie.”

Also you will have to deal with really bad chemistry jokes

because that’s how you met

and the chemisty between you was right yk

The first I love you:

kinda obvious who said it first right

a couple days into being a couple, none of you said “I love you” yet

but it didn’t seem like a problem anyway

so you were with chan again, this time at the dorm

cuddled into many blankets on the couch watching a movie while the others were sleeping

at one point you were so tired you just leaned into chan and closed your eyes

“Y/N?” he asked checking if you were still awake

you were, but you were just too tired to answer. So he just thought you were sleeping

he chuckled a little and slightly nuzzled his face into your hair

his hug got tighter and you now were closer to him

“I love you” he said, while giving you a slight kiss on top of your head

the next day, when you woke up next to him you just smiled at him

“I forgot to tell you something before sleeping.” “What?” “I love you too.”

The first kiss:

okay the sweetest thing ever

neither chan nor you are necessarily old fashioned

but you wanted your first kiss to be special and both of you knew that without even mentioning it

there were pecks and all types of sweet kisses but not the first kiss

the day was kind of a rough day for both of you, he was drained from all the comeback stages and you - again - were busy with uni

so there wasn’t a whole bunch of talking

Chan came back really late and saw you still sitting at your desk trying to finish stuff until the deadline

“Don’t you want to sleep love?” he asked while getting ready for bed

“I think I just sleep now, too. I’ll be ready soon.”

While you were changing clothes and washing your face etc, you did a little bit of small talk

it was the only conversation you had these days and you could tell how tired he was even now

“Can I do something for you chan? Tea, pillows I don’t know. It hurts seeing you like this.” You tried to offer as much help as possible, seeing him completely exhausted and too tired to even talk made you feel bad

“Hm... only one thing comes to mind.” Chan sat himself straight up, held your hands and pulled you down so you were sitting right next to him facing his face

with a really tired but genuine smile he caressed your cheeks and slowly cupped your face

at this time you understood what was happeing but being so close to him made you blush like crazy even now

the second, that parted your face with his felt like and eternity

and that eternity later his lips finally met yours and in that moment you felt all the weight fall of your shoulders

you heart started beating like crazy and your face felt like fire but nothing could break this moment

you melted into chan’s touch it felt like, as if you weren’t able to part

Chan slowly pulled back his face, leaving only little space, to breathe. He smiled at you, really shyly

“I feel way better now.” He said before meeting your lips again, not in the slightest way aggressive maybe even sweeter and more passionate this time (I do definitely hate myself)

*what I meant by that:

Giving someone your number just feels like a „smart“ way of being like „hey I lost my number can I have yours lol“

Like ik not everyone is the same but that doesn’t feel safe neither do I think Chan would risk that

If you don’t know what Kakaotalk is. I would say basically it’s like any other messenger app but it’s really known in korea (prolly because it’s korean) and you can use both ID and number. The person only knowing your ID cannot necessarily see ur number

#jyp stray kids #kpop #stray kids #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids requests #stray kids kpop #kpop request #stray kids bang chan #christopher bang #bang chan

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jswdmb1 · 5 years

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Put the Message in the Box

“Put the message in the box

Put the box into the car

Drive the car around the world

Until you get heard”

- World Party

Yes, I have enjoyed my break, thanks for asking, but it’s time to get back to work. While I was off, I had plenty of time to read through all of the wonderful questions you sent. Well, actually, it was only one. But, given my difficulties sometimes grasping with reality, I couldn’t be sure if it was the only one I got, or if there were more just coming from my head. Turns out, I was mixing up the voices in my head with the radio. So, to avoid any confusion, I’ve included all of them here in my version of (bow to David Letterman) viewer mail. Here we go:

“Astrology. Do you believe there is something to it? I mean like real astrology - like Ptolemy, Cassini, and Nostradamus practiced - not the one-size-fits-all horoscope you find in the newspaper.” - anonymous

Great question. I definitely agree that these silly newspaper horoscopes are a waste of time, but the notion that the stars and planets somehow dictate what happens to us here on Earth is not something that I dismiss. The problem I have is how could anyone possibly figure that out. I am a very analytical person, and I just can’t believe someone like Nostradamus could have had the tools and data available to him at that point in time to make any sort of informed conclusions. Frankly, I think he was just throwing a lot of shit up against the wall and just seeing what sticks. That being said, the vastness and grandeur of our universe certainly suggest that there are forces out there that could have a significant impact on our lives. Unfortunately, I’m a bit too cynical and/or agnostic to believe that anyone will ever be able to prove that, in my lifetime anyway. I guess that relegates me back to the astrology section in the newspaper, but I pass right by it to the crossword puzzle anyway, so I guess I’ll just have to keep finding things out one day at a time for now. But, I’m open to any foresight that can be given to me, with proof of course.

“What’s going on?” - Marvin G., Detroit, Michigan

Gee, Marvin, where do I begin? It seems if you even take a couple of days off there is “shocking” news that has already been replaced with something even more unbelievable. I think, however, that this most recent story of a certain lawyer who worked for a certain boss who made him pay certain porn stars and committed a bunch of laws in the process is going to stick. I think what everyone has to remember, including our president, is that impeachment is a political process and not a legal one. Whether he can be indicted for a crime, or even if one exists that can be proven beyond a reasonable doubt is irrelevant. If the legislative branch feels from a political standpoint that the president needs to be removed due to his actions (or inaction) then they must proceed with impeachment proceedings. If you look at impeachment processes in history, notably Andrew Johnson, Bill Clinton, and even Richard Nixon, what got them in trouble pales in comparison to what this guy looks to have done. I happen to think that means this is going to be going on for a long time and well into the 2020 election cycle. No matter which side you are on, this is going to be political theater at its highest level, so enjoy it if you are into that thing.

“Can you get to that?” - Mavis S., Chicago, Illinois

Personally speaking, Mavis, I can definitely get to impeachment proceedings commencing at some point in the next six-to-twelve months. The question is where do they go once they start and do they ever leave the committee level? Even if they do, it seems unlikely to me that things could move fast enough to the House voting for impeachment by the 2020 primaries. Furthermore, a Senate trial with a conviction appears even further far-fetched given eighteen Republican senators would have to flip on their sitting president (remember that a 2/3 majority is needed to convict). I’m actually okay with that scenario playing out as it allows a lot of probing and debate that hasn’t happened in the past two years and gives the voters in the next election much better information than they had last time. I also think that it gives other Republicans cover to challenge a sitting president in the primaries, which hasn’t happened seriously since Ted Kennedy took on Jimmy Carter in 1980. My prediction is that impeachment never really gets off the ground, but it damages Trump so badly that he never makes it out of his party’s primaries. Of course, this could all change tomorrow with the next bombshell that drops, but for now that’s what I see happening.

“What’s the frequency, Kenneth?” - Michael S., Athens, Georgia

Thanks for the note, Michael. The name’s Jim, actually. Anyway, if you happen to be driving through the Chicago area, I’ll recommend two frequencies for you to try on your FM dial. The first, of course, is 93.1 or WXRT. It is the last true FM rock station left in Chicago that plays everything from blues to classic rock to 80′s new wave to 90′s grunge up to new music from today and everything in between. The DJ’s are knowledgeable and stay out of the way of the music. My favorite is Terri Hemmert on weekday mornings from 10:00 to 1:00. Saturday mornings are also a can’t miss with the three-hour flashback show to a particular year in rock. The other frequency to try is 88.7. This one is fun because in the city it will be Loyola University’s WLUW, but as you drive out west (around Harlem on the Ike) it turns into Elmhurst College’s WRSE. WLUW is the quirkier of the two as you may find an obscure Icelandic electronica song played right after Glen Campbell’s “Southern Nights”. Nothing wrong with either song, but it helps to be in college and on drugs to enjoy those so close together and I am not in or on either. As such, I’m more partial to WRSE as they focus on rock variety with the occasional surprise thrown in. They actually remind me a lot of an amateur version of XRT in many ways. Whichever you listen to, it’s fun to hear college kids learning their way and it makes me feel just a little hip that they let me tune in.

“How bad do you want it?” - Don H., Linden, Texas

You have no idea how bad I want it Mr. H. We’ve been waiting over thirty years in this town for a football team with a real shot at winning the Super Bowl, and I think we have one here. This defense is that good. Plus, as well as the D played against the Rams, I thought seeing the running game going well was a really good sign. We’ll still need Mitch to get it back after hurting his shoulder, but I don’t think the Bears have to ride his arm to the Super Bowl. Now, to get there, they are going to have to win two road games, probably in New Orleans and L.A., but I really think they would have an outside chance at a run if the momentum carries from last week. If they do get to the Super Bowl, I predict they dominate any team that represents the AFC as I think they are better than them all (including the Chiefs and the Pats who they should have beat a few weeks ago). The best thing about this team is that they have a ton of young talent that still has a lot of upside, so even if a Super Bowl isn’t in the cards this year, the Bears are a team to be reckoned with for a while in the NFC. But, first let’s take care of business and win the NFC North title at home over the Packers. After so many years of misery, I can’t think of a better way for this team to make a statement that it is back and the rest of the league will be messing with them at their own peril for years to come.

“Who are you?” - Pete T., London, England

I get it, Pete, I know that I have no authority to really speak on any of these subjects, but I can’t help myself. I just love to answer questions and was very grateful for the one question that came to me from a blog reader. I also think I have done a service by answering some of these additional questions that you all have been singing about for years. I mean, as far as I know, there never have been any real responses to questions like yours. I know there are a lot more out there too, so I’m happy to do it again. I will, so long as I can get some blog reader questions to go along with them. You know, just so people don’t think I’m completely insane. So, Take a Chance and Read Some Crap readers, hit that question button and keep this going as I’m sure Bob M. (Could You Be Loved?), George H. (What is Life?), and Whitney H. (How Will I Know?) would love answers to their questions too. Until then, I hope at least some of these answers have satisfied your nagging questions, but the job is never complete. I think the tide has finally turned for the question and 2019 is going to be full of them. It may get uncomfortable at times, and maybe even downright nasty, but that is part of life and we are never going to evolve without continuing to challenge those with power and always asking why.

It’s good to be back everyone. Until next time.

- Jim

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oh-my-may · 6 years

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BTS reaction to kissing their crush

~ requested by anon

~ Seokjin ~

When you came to visit Jin you didn’t plan for you to stay that long. You also didn’t plan for the evening to go the way it did, but you’re the last one to complain about it. You both sat on the floor in the living room, telling each other dumb jokes and laughing about them. You didn’t notice all the looks that he gave you or the tiny gestures that were supposed to tell you something. However, it was getting late and you sighed, as you really didn’t want to leave. But you got up and Jin helped you put your jacket on, begging you to stay a little longer. “Jin, I really can’t, I have to get up early tomorrow.”, you explained, opening the door and stepping out. Without saying one more word he followed you, telling you goodbye. You wanted to turn around but Jin leaned down and pecked your lips very softly, causing you to blush.

“Maybe you want to overthink your decision of going home now?”

~ Yoongi ~

You spent the day in the studio with one of your closest friends, Yoongi. It was not like he had to work on something, but the studio was just a really cool place to hang out. So there you were, casually chilling and talking. While doing so, you remember how one of the boys once told you that Yoongi might like you more than just as a friend. Your heart jumped at the thought. But that was months ago and just like that your hopes shattered and you sighed, looking back at him. “Where were you just then?”, he asked with a sassy smile. “Somewhere else.”, you simply answered and shook your head, ignoring his humorous look. All of a sudden you felt cold and Yoongi suggested for the both of you to sit on the couch with a blanket over your legs. You maybe were a little too close to each other, but it didn’t bother you. It also didn’t bother you at all when he suddenly leaned over to softly kiss your lips, leaving you a smiling mess.

“Maybe you now wanna tell me?”

~ Hoseok ~

Hobi was always pretty open about his feelings i front of you. Still, he somehow couldn’t manage to tell you how much he really liked you, in a way that’s more than friends. Today you spent a day at the park together, sharing candy, running around, laughing and getting closer than ever. Currently you sat on a bench, watching a bunch of kids playing on the playground and laughing at them. He had an arm wrapped around your shoulders, as you were only wearing a tanktop, which was pretty cold. You both saw a kid trembling and falling instead of sliding down the slide, leaving you both to burst out in laughters and then looking at each other, becoming quiet. Before you could fully realise what happened your lips crushed together and you could literally taste the desire he had for you the whole time. You smiled into the kiss and then leaned back, looking at Hobi, who seemed very proud of himself.

“Maybe you wanna repeat that some time?”

~ Namjoon ~

Namjoon wrote you numerous songs, complimented you all the time and took you out on a hundreds of fancy dates. Still, you didn’t get the hint that your best friend was deeply in love with you and it started to annoy him. He decided to end his suffering this evening, as you were coming over to visit him after the tour. It was a really nice evening with good food, an even better movie and the best conversations ever. You stood in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes, while awkwardly dancing to the songs on the radio. You laughed a lot and as you handed him another plate, he turned around and took it, looking you deep in the eyes. He looked more insecure than you’ve ever seen him before. Worrying that something might be wrong you opened your mouth, wanting to ask him, but he took his chance and pulled you into a deep kiss, letting the plate fall on the floor and shattering into a thousand pieces.

“Okay, wow. You really can’t imagine how relieved I am right now but ... Before we go on, we should probably clean this up. Otherwise Jin’s gonna kill me.”

~ Jimin ~

Kissing Jimin belngs to the softest things you every experienced and just thinking of it makes your heart beat faster tthan any car. But how could it even happen? Easy. It was christmas, your favorite time of the year. The boys invited you over to decorate their dorms together and you happily said yes, as they needed a female leader when it comes to things ike this. Everything went well and soon you were done but Jimin and you decided to hide some santas in the boys rooms, so they have a little surprise waiting for them. When you came back down the stairs, the boys were all sitting in the living room, smiling mischieviously at you. “What is it?”, you asked, laughing at their faces. All of them pointed over your heads, their smiles just becoming bigger and bigger. Your eyes followed their hands and you saw a pleased looking Jin, holding a mistletoe on a string over your heads. You gulped, looking back to Jimin, who was lowkey in shock. So you took over, placing your hands on his shoulders and giving him a gentle kiss. Afterwards he turned away, turning into a cute giggling mess.

“You should hang this thing up right there, hyung. Maybe I’m getting more kisses like this then.”

~ Taehyung ~

Tae treated you nicely. Actually more than nice, he made you his first priority and you were very thankful for it. Especially in situations like this, where you found yourself crying over your new ex-boyfriend who cheated on you. Taehyung had his arms wrapped around you, trailing his hands calmly over your back. And it helped. You could finally breathe again and soon you began to forget your pain, as Taehyung managed to make you laugh very fastly again. You now sat on the floor, playing some silly card games. You made a joke about his skill for losing in the games, causing him to jokingly be offended and climbing over to you, tickling your body until you fell to the floor. “How dare you! You already lost as well!”, he laughed. He now laid over you, his face just inches away from yours. He wouldn’t be one to take advantage of a situation like that, but you realized in that exact moment that you never needed someone else than him for you. You placed your hand on his neck, dragging him down to you. Your lips met, at first a little shy but then turning wild, causing you to leave a mess on the floor with the cards.

“Well ... I’d like to say that this was coincidence, but it wasn’t.”

~ Jungkook ~

It was rare to have some time with your friend Jungkook, as he was always busy with concerts and making music. And now was such a time, where you finally got to spend some time together without anyone or anything bothering you. You went eating in your favorite places in town, sharing memories about your childhood and updating each other on your current lifes. You walked past some street artists, who danced to different kpop songs. You did too, a little afar from the big mob of people, to make sure he doesn’t get noticed. You then made your way back to his car and he drove you home. While driving, you listened to some of your all time favorite songs, enjoying your time together. You didn’t move when you arrived in front of your home. “You don’t wanna get out?”, he giggled next to you. You bit your lip, staring outside the widow. “No. No, I don’t, Kookie. When I get out of this car then this night is over and god knows when we can spend another night like this?” You turned your head to him, some tears falling down your cheeks. Jungkook silently cupped your face with his hands, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. “I’ll make sure it will be very soon, okay? I promise.”, he whispered, closing the gab between your faces and letting your lips meet. He escorted you to the front door and after a little kiss on his cheek, you went inside, making sure your heart was still beating. Jungkook went back to his car, watching your silhouette in the house. He looked proud.

“Good night Y/N.”

#bts imagine #bts scenario #bts reaction #requested #bts #bts jungkook #bts v #bts jimin #bts rm #bts jhope #bts suga #bts jin

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caraidean-fics · 6 years

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About My Brother...

Characters: Mist, Mia, Ike

Setting: Path of Radiance, between Chapters 14 and 15

Words: 1000

Summary: Waiting for Ike to show up for their morning spar, Mia talks to her commander’s little sister, Mist, about the nature of their relationship. Mist comes to a fairly far-fetched conclusion.

Mist was used to her brother's...eccentricities, by now. How he was more of a people person in spite of his personality rather than because of it, how he could be blunt and sometimes come off as cold. Plus, she knew that he wasn't exactly an early riser, except when he had no choice to be.

But now he was waking up before sunrise, every morning, to go and be alone with a girl. Granted, she wasn't overly surprised that by 'be alone' they meant 'hit each other with swords', given what she knew about Mia, but...it was still baffling to her. Ike never really went out of his way to be alone with anyone before - except with Soren, perhaps, but that seemed to be more because Soren didn't really like groups of too many people to begin with.

"So..." Mist trailed off, sitting on the bench. Mia paused in her stretches, turning to face the healer with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah?" She asked, dropping her arms to her sides and starting to work on her legs. "What is it, Mist?"

"...nothing, I guess. Thanks for letting me watch." Mist said lamely, bouncing the heels of her feet off the wall behind her. "There's not really much else to do here until that stupid Empress gives us another job."

"That's how we got started with this, actually." Mia grinned, picking up her sword and waiting for Ike to show up in the dimly-lit dojo. "There was nothing else to do on Nasir's ship for fun, so I talked him into joining me. And then he kicked my ass, a lot!"

"Right." Mist mumbled, confused as to why Mia would consider that a positive. The swordwoman glanced towards the door, and then the windows, before letting out a small annoyed grunt.

"He's running late." She complained, resting her back against the wall and drumming her fingers against the hilt of her training sword. Mist blinked, glancing at her. "He's never late."

"I'm sure he's just busy." Mist offered, the young woman's brow furrowing in surprise. Mia sure seemed more...attached...to these duels than just a fun way to past the time would suggest. "Hey, Mia? Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, I guess." Mia slumped down to the ground, resting her trainer against a shoulder and letting out a short sigh. "What's up?"

"I suppose it's just...you spend a lot of time with my brother, you know? A lot. Alone." Mist said, suspicions rising with each passing second. "How come?"

"Well, we've got a lot in common." Mia said eventually, after a few seconds to think about it. "We both train a lot, we both care about getting stronger. We both want to fight to protect people, we're both not that great with words...well, I think he's better than I am, but neither of us are exactly going to end up as anyone's first choice of diplomat."

"Yeah. Ike's already almost gotten himself executed, like, twice since we got here." Mist laughed, shaking her head. "I think the apostle likes him or something, it's the only way she's not killed him for some of the stuff he says. But, really, like...why do you spend so much time together? You've just listed a bunch of things you have in common."

"We like each other?" Mia hazarded, and Mist could have sworn she felt her heart stop. "I mean, like I said. Bunch in common, and we just...go really well together."

"Ashera." Mist mumbled, turning pink. "Right, well, ah...what do you do with each other? Is it really just sparring? I mean, other than me the only other person who's really been up to watch you before is Rhys."

"I mean, it's mostly sparring. I guess sometimes we just talk a little about ourselves and each other while watching the sun rise between bouts." Mia said, raising an eyebrow as Mist spluttered in surprise. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Mist said, weakly. Internally, however, she was screaming. Her brother talked to a girl and watched the sun rise with her. That was...gods, that was like one of the techniques that Gatrie would try and use to pick someone up, not something that actually happened. "So, uh. What do you talk about?"

"Nothing interesting." Mia shrugged. "Where I'm from, who trained us, silly stories from our childhood. You know, just...getting to know each other better. Then we get right back to beating each other up for fun, although I'll admit, it's pretty one-sided. He beats me all the time, best I can do is get some glancing hits in."

"Really?" Mist blinked. "Why do you keep doing it, then?"

"Well, I like a challenge - and I still make it hard for him. It's not like I'm a cakewalk." She pointed out. "Besides, you know...we *like* each other. Spending time together is...relaxing? Fun? I dunno, I'm not the best with words. We just enjoy each other's company."

"You don't say." Mist mumbled, a distant look in her eyes. "So, uh, do you...prefer it when it's just the two of you? Alone?"

"Oh, yeah. Absolutely." Mia said, the bluntness of the statement hitting Mist like a charging horse. Mist whipped her head around to look back at her, speechless with her mouth held open. "We don't have to hold back anymore, after all. Other people get worried when they watch us."

"Oh, right. That makes sense." Mist laughed, letting out a sigh of relief. "For a second I thought you were going to say it was because of..."

She trailed off, getting an inquisitive look from Mia. "Because of what?"

"Nevermind." She said hastily, cutting off that train of thought. "It's nothing. You know what? I think I'll just...go around the gardens again this morning. Leave you two to it."

"Really? You'd do that for us?" Mia stood up, beaming. Mist nodded weakly, the young girl snatching her staff off the bench and giving her a weak smile.

"Y-yeah, I would. If you need a healer, just yell!" She said, before fleeing. She bumped into Ike on her way out, a gasp of 'morning' the only real exchange she gave him, confusing the mercenary as he turned to face Mia with a raised eyebrow.

"What was that all about?"

"You know what, Boss?" Mia sighed, standing up and raising her sword. "I have no idea."

#fire emblem fic #fe9 #fe10 #mia #mist #ike #Tellius

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