#my phone camera absolutely refuses to get a good image of this :(

[amphibianaday]

day 1377

#amphibian #salamander #axolotl #embroidery #my phone camera absolutely refuses to get a good image of this :( #this took literally forever #i wasn't keeping track but dozens of hours spread over half a year #day 1215 was the sketch for this for reference #anyway really proud of this i think i imrpoved a lot from the first ever embroidery #the gills being more 3d looks really nice irl

[delirious-donna]

Toxic [Toji Fushiguro]

an: so I wrote a tiny little bit about Toxic!Toji a week ago and it really set something off in my brain, so here are some more thoughts and headcanons for the handsome bastard!

pairing: Toji Fushiguro x female reader

warnings: toxic behaviour(obvs), age gap, Toji is 40 and reader is 20, dilf!Toji, implied unprotected sex, riding, doggy style, open flirting with other people, semi-public sex, mirror sex, slight degradation, mixture of pet names (baby, little slut etc), face fucking, basically Toji being the best damn ride of your life but a bastard as well...

Masterlist

Toxic!Toji who steals you right out from under his son's nose. Hell would freeze over before he let a mere 'boy' taste something that should only ever be handled by a real man.

The lewd flirting was persistent, as were the hands that always found a way to touch you. A firm hand on the base of your spine slides over the curve of your ass as you slide into the back of his car. The graze of his entire body as he squeezes by you in his kitchen, letting you feel the semi he is always sporting when you are around.

It was game over the night you knocked on the door for a study date with Megumi, and Toji had purposefully sent him out on an errand that would take at least a few hours. Enough time for him to split you open on his fat cock, to have you bouncing on his lap with your tits in his face. From that day on, you were his.

Toxic!Toji who definitely heard the door open and shut. Heard the heavy footfalls and damn well knew that Megumi was about to walk in, but didn't even pause in how he was ruining you. The heavy-sounding slap of his balls smacking against your ass and your sinfully sweet cries of ecstasy filling the whole house.

He could only laugh long and hard at how you squeaked when your study buddy peered around the door, flattening your body to the bed to hit your nakedness.

"Get the fuck out, can't ya see I'm busy?"

He was close to busting a nut from how viciously you were squeezing down on his dick, "nuh-uh baby, no cumming yet."

Toxic!Toji who loves to spend money on you - a rarity for him. He adores seeing your giddy little skip as he strolls behind you in the mall. Who points out the most revealing of outfits, short skirts and dresses so that he always has easy access to that pretty pussy. Lingerie that more often than not will end up torn or entirely shredded by his hands or teeth.

He openly flirts with the sales staff whilst you try on outfits, turning the ladies into drooling puddles and not even hiding their attraction as you strut out for his opinion. Toji flirts with them, but it's you that he is gonna fuck in that tiny little dressing room. Forcing you to watch the carnal image in the floor-length mirror as his cock slowly disappears into your sopping cunt.

Toji has to bend his knees to get a good purchase on your body, your toes barely touching the ground as he gives one final push and groans in satisfaction. He keeps you waiting as he pulls your tits from whatever slutty top they are trapped in. He toys with your budding nipples and refuses to fuck you until you're begging and pleading.

Three thick fingers press into your mouth to keep you quiet as he uses you as his personal little fucktoy. He finger fucks your throat, saliva drooling from your lips in the same way your pussy is drooling over him.

"Look at this filthy little slut, bet you're fucking desperate for me to fill up this cunt, huh?"

Toxic!Toji who never calls you and never texts you first. His phone is full of past hook-ups and exes that he refuses to delete. What is worse is his camera roll-not for the faint-hearted-stuffed full of the most carnal shit you've ever seen.

He loves to film you sucking him off, especially if it is somewhere where you absolutely should not be doing this kinda stuff. Toji jerks it to your tear-stained, mascara-ruined cheeks, listening to the filthy audio of you gagging as his hips snap forward to cut off your air.

Toji loves to snap photos of you in the most fucked up of positions, close-ups of your cunt as his creamy cum oozes out and he even has a few more artistic shots, where you are stretched out like a feast fit for a King. He often shows some of the photos to his buddies, although he doesn't show any with your face, even if your fucked out expressions are so damn sexy.

You ask him for literally anything by text and the same reply is sent, no matter what the situation or circumstances:

"Send nudes. Then we'll talk."

Toji is such a motherfucker...

#delirious writes #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #toji smut #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #dilf toji

[presidentbungus]

Hey, Bungus, I love the way you write Spy! So here's a prompt for you:

Spy can use a teleporter, a dispenser, and a sapper. He can cheat death with the Dead Ringer. His trade relies on such technology as cloaking devices and disguise kits. But then ...

ALONG CAME SMART PHONES

hi! I got this ask on march 20th. I’ve had at least 12 other requests sitting in my askbox since march 20th. my priorities are rotting somewhere in the distant kelp forests of the abyssal ocean. whoops!

anyway this sux but I wanted to do one of these before my death in a few thousand years so here you go scout “helps” spy figure out his phone. spy is an old man to the surprise of no one. 614 words. Fhanks

Spy can't fathom for the life of him why Engineer decided portable touchscreens was a good idea. What was wrong with buttons? What was wrong with them. Sleek, readable, functional…

The little text bubble floating on his screen taunts him. It says: Hey spy. Evreything should be self-explanatory, ask scout if you have questions. Txet me back whenever you get it working.

Should be self-explanatory. He clicks on the bubble but nothing happens. He clicks on the buttons on the side and the screen turns off, and then back on, and he watches another few bubbles appear as the object in his hand buzzes:

*Txet

*Txet

*Txet

A little picture appears, of a round yellow face that seems to be crying.

Spy looks around, at the rest of his coworkers in the rec room having an absolutely horrible time--save for Scout, who's tapping away like he's been doing this his entire ilfe.

Scout catches his eye. Spy tries to look away before he gets too suspicious, but he's not fast enough. Up he comes. His little touch--screen--thing already has a big crack in the glass, cleaved through one of the corners. "Having a tough one, huh?"

"No." He taps on the screen, fruitlessly. "Yes. It's not my fault this infernal machine is outright refusing to listen to my inputs--"

Scout tugs the device out of his hands, and taps once on the text bubble, and it opens another screen that says Engineer at the top. "Look--" he presses one of the buttons and turns it back on, and a string of curses dies in Spy's throat as he demonstrates--"you just swipe up, there. That's it. You try."

"Swipe." Spy tries, then levels a hard glare at Scout and his stupid little buckteeth. "I think you are missing my point."

"You just, uh, tapped the middle of the screen."

"I don't comprehend the motion you are making with your hand, Scout."

Spy makes a pointer finger--presses it to some imaginary surface, then moves his hand up. "Like that. Try it."

Spy mimics his motion against the screen. The bar goes up--but only a little. Nothing else happens.

"Closer to the, uh, the bottom."

This time, when he swipes it, the bar pushes up--and the screen folds away into a number of squares, labeled with different names. Oh. Alright. "Oh, I did it," and he realizes his tone is close to that of a nine-year-old-child who just tied his shoes for the first time, so he straightens his back a little and clears his throat.

"Well…" Scout frowns for a second, chasing words around his tiny, tiny brain. "Look, these are your, uh, apps."

"Apps."

"Yeah. Your things. Click on one.”

“Things?”

“You heard me. Do the thing.”

“I hope you realize that you are utterly incomprehensible.”

Scout taps on a little image of a camera—which brings up an image of Spy’s face, and it takes him an embarrassingly long amount of time to realize it’s a camera built-in to the screen. Scout clicks the button and a little picture of Spy’s face floats into one of the corners.

“Wait. Don’t do that,” Spy says.

“What?”

“Get rid of it.”

“Okay, geez.” Scout aims the phone at his own face and does a peace sign and takes a picture of himself in one single, undoubtedly practiced motion, and then clicks a button and it opens to an album of pictures and Scout clicks it and—something happens—Spy gets a little lost around here.

“How many buttons are in this thing?”

“Um.” Scout shrugs. “Some?”

“I pray that your inevitable death will be slow and violent.”

Scout just keeps taking more pictures of himself. “Speak for yourself, numbnuts.”

#tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 #spydad #in the sense that he is an old guy . #bungus fics #sure I’ll count it #bungus snippets #fic requests #thanks for the ask! #maledicmanny

[sebsxphia]

~this~post did something to me so here's my writing of one of the bob parts you mentioned bc whew that's gonna stick with me. and thank you 🍮 anon and yourself 😌 this is my first Bob smut and I'm sweating

The competition between Bob and Hangman had being going on for a couple weeks now, and you were definitely reaping the benefits from it. The two of them had something to prove and were refusing to be bested by the other, and it was only getting more intense - to your pleasure.

Jake had walked into a stall of the bathroom, knowing the video sent to him by Bob would demand both his immediate attention, and privacy. He slid the lock in place before tapping on the video. His fingers quickly flew to the volume button as your moans filled the room, trying to quiet the noises, and being grateful no one else was in the restroom with him.

The video was taken from Bob's point of view, showing you laying on your back with a perfect view to camera. Your eyes locked with Jake's through the screen and you moaned and nearly screamed for his rival.

"B- Bobby, please, please," you begged, your eyes fluttering shut.

"You look so good like this, don't you wanna let Hangman see? I bet Jake's gonna hate missing this," Bob teases off camera, thrusting into you all the while. You looked back up at the camera as another moan escapes your lips. "Taking me so well, darlin'. Tell me, who fucks you better? Hm?

Jake hears you gasp as you moan again, you obviously enjoying the way Robert's hips are slamming into yours. Jake watches as Bob pulled nearly completely out of you and sees spit land just in front of your entrance before he slides all the way back in, in one deep thrust. He has to cover his phone's speaker with his finger to mute the loud noises that flood out of you.

"Fuck! Y- you do, Bobby," you moan, causing Jake to set his jaw in annoyance.

Bob chuckes as obscenities spew from your mouth and reaches his hand down, just within frame of the video, to press the pad of his thumb against your clit. "I don't think he could hear that, baby. Say it again, say my name. Who fucks you the best?"

Jake watches the remaining 10 seconds of the video, which is just you saying Bob's name like a mantra as you moan and come around him. The last words are Robert saying "That's my girl," before Jake's phone closes out of the video.

He takes a deep breath through his nose before typing a reply, saying he'll see what you have to say about it next time he sees you. Jake has to adjust his pants and wait a few seconds before leaving the stall, but the rest of the day he sees you sprawled on the bed everytime he closes his eyes.

-❤️‍🔥

DEAR ANON I WANT YOU TO AFFECTIONATELY KNOW THIS SENT ME INTO ORBIT

i’m currently spinning around earth with absolutely zero plans to come back down holy shit!!!!!!! this is incredible!!!!! the spitting????? your first bob smut???? NAH IM SO RABID FOR THIS

jake wouldn’t be able to get the image out of this head for the next three days and he’s already planning his next move for when he has you all to himself and how he’s going to prove to bob that he wrecks you better. hickies, bruises and bite marks aren’t enough. he needs to prove that you’re his.

that’s how you end up feeling the cool body paint slide on your lower belly, just above your cunt. you’re too fucked out at this point to even look down and see what he’s writing, squirming under the ticklish feeling. jake slaps your thigh lightly, “hold still sugar, or i can’t mark you as mine.”

bob receives the video ten minutes later sat on his living room sofa. his jaw hardens when he sees the black paint reading “hangman’s property” and he hears your whiney begs for jake to fuck you. the fucker has literally marked you as his and it makes bob’s blood boil.

thank you so so much for this incredible piece dear anon!!! i’m never getting over this!!!! ever!!!! i could kiss you mwah!!! 💌💖

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #hangman x you #jake hangman x you #robert bob floyd #robert floyd x reader #robert floyd x you #bob floyd x you #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x you

[itcamefromthetoybox]

The Mysterious King

Pro Wrestling: the world’s most violent soap opera. I love watching wrestling, but unfortunately haven’t gotten to in forever. However, that’s what toys are for! If I can’t watch matches, I’ll make my own, with Batman, Transformers, Skeletor, and my fiancee’s plush collection when she isn’t looking! As a kid, I watched wrestling with my parents, and in college, I watched with my friends. It’s something I am never not up for watching. One of my personal favorites, and a guy about to get his own Cartoon Network series, is the masked wrestler Rey Mysterio, a name my spellcheck keeps trying to screw up. So because he’s getting his own show soon (“Rey Mysterio vs. La Oscuridad,” which translates to “Rey Mysterio vs The Darkness”), I wanna take today to talk about “WWE Elite Collection Rey Mysterio!”

Rey Mysterio is probably the most well-known masked wrestler in America, since he’s part of America’s most well-known wrestling organization, the WWE. He’s also a huge deal in Mexico, he’s a highly talented performer, he trained his son to wrestle, he was trained by his famous luchador uncle, and he’s always friendly with kids. He’s one of the few wrestlers to never seriously go villain, and the one time he tried is best left forgotten, brief as it was. Mysterio’s most well-known trait, though, and the thing people first think of when they think of him, is his mask. He has a whole bunch of masks and both has fun wearing and is fun to watch wearing different costumes. Frankly, he’s just delightful, so let’s hope this toy of him lives up to that.

Rey Mysterio’s had a lot of toys over the years. I mean, A LOT. Honestly, you could easily build an entire collection of just Mysterio toys without any challenge or empty space, and the main reason for that is his many different costumes. He likes to switch up his outfits, unlike most men and me, who will wear literally the same thing for a week at a time. Every one of Rey’s outfits has gotten a toy, which, combined with his impressive tattoo collection, has led to some visually fantastic toys, and this figure is no exception. Rey’s black and orange costume is really visually glorious, and the red gloves and white paint on his legs, armbands, and eyes really complete the look and conjure images of fire.

My camera is a phone. There was no way in hell I was gonna be able to get a good tattoo pic with that.

 One thing on this figure I absolutely adore is his face. He just looks so happy and energetic, that looking at the toy’s face makes me feel happy and energetic! It’s such a nice change from the stoic, angry, or “murder clown” faces that so many action figures tend to have.

Look how happy he is to be here!

His tattoos can be a bit much for the eye, I have to admit, but this is a toy of an actual dude and that dude is covered in tatoos, so you gotta allow for the abundance of ink for accuracy. On some of his figures, it works, really well, but on this one, it feels really busy. What’s cool about the tattoos, though, is how detailed they are. They’re all filled in and feel very organic on the toy. You can really tell that the toy designers put a ton of work and effort into them, and even though they’re harder to see from a distance and feel too busy, they’re real works of art up close.

Rey’s also got a ton of articulation, which is what you should expect from the Elite Collection. Think of it as WWE’s answer to Hasbro’s Marvel Legends: highly detailed, lots of articulation, aimed at the collectors. He’s got articulation all over his body, with the one weak spot being his head. Unfortunately, due to the sculpting, Rey Mysterio cannot look up. Thankfully, he makes up for this with all the rest of his articulation, leading to some real dynamic poses.

I have been just LOVING playing with this dude!

His accessories are pretty great, too. Rey’s arm and wrist bands are removable, though I refuse to take them off because I would lose them so damn fast, and he comes with two alternate hands and a shirt. The hands are pretty easy to remove, but be careful to not bend or break their pegs. It’s not an issue I ran into here, but I would still advise caution. The shirt can be put on without removing Rey’s head, which is nice, but doesn’t look good on him. It honestly kinda makes me think of a sandwich board. The paint design on it is great, though.

Definitely would look better made of cloth.

“Elite Collection Rey Mysterio” goes for about $20 and is available at mass retail. He is aimed at collectors, though older kids would like him too. Definitely don’t give him to people who put things in their mouths, though. That’s how you lose a hand and wrist band. Would I recommend him? Oh yeah! He’s a great representation of the real Rey Mysterio, with a lot of articulation and detailing, and I’ve been having a lot of fun with him, so definitely give him a shot. This is JL signing off and wishing you Happy Toy Hunting!

#WWE #wrestling #pro wrestling #rey mysterio #wrestling toys #toy #toys #review #reviews #toy review

[mortifiedandawesome]

I wish to God I knew what the hell my sleeping subconscious brain thinks it's up to.

Or what demon slumbering god feels when it projects images of hell In my mind.

The usual weird version of a workplace, twisted and distorted amalgams of different jobs and different coworkers through different times again, that dream is expected although once again a new variety this time involving transporting a single gallon of ice cream that kept melting, gargantuan steel doors, essentially circling a huge building three times as my ice cream melts, and witnessing a freight truck which design alternates from a semi truck to a garbage truck to a regular truck every time I look at it, but to enter a loading dock it essentially has to drive vertically up a wall which absolutely shreds the truck and men have to sort of climb the refuse to shove it into the building? Is it delivering ice cream? I can't actually tell what the substance is inside the vehicle. I don't understand the relevance in my head. I haven't had ice cream in weeks. I haven't worked in a factory in years. I've never worked in an ice cream factory.

And then the dream shifted into me being in a specific town / city which does exist, however the design and shape it was like if somebody made a Tron City out of regular materials. Angular and nonsensical visually with no sight of people until you get into a building.

When I was in a building, it was like a warehouse store with goods on steel girders and eventually you get your section that actually felt like a store. I'm pushing a cart but at the same time I'm carrying boxes, one of those dreams where you're doing different things and it doesn't stay stable.

I specifically bought a scanner (off camera, not during this dream) which is a large white/grey handgun plastic thing with a SD card, it takes a photo as well as scans a code on a purchase. In the dream, you pick the item off of the shelf and scan it and then you put it in your cart? I don't think you have paid for it yet. It is a very acceptable and modern thing to do. I have used it to both scan the items and take photographs of where I am at to remember the time I was at this place.

I reach an area that has more merchandise like you would see in a store and there are other people and this one guy, and I don't think he works there! He has on this fake happy smile that you know is hiding glaring anger. The words are lost to me now that I am awake but he said to the effect 'don't use a scanner use your phone!'

Lo and behold, people were using their phones and not scanners. I don't know what the reasoning was behind him giving a damn what I was using, or what the difference is. I kept trying to put the scanner in my waistband at least when I was around this guy.

I see two celebrities who are just regular guys from podcasts and they are on a PA system doing both a comedy routine and a sales pitch for something. I get the impression that this is a regular event. I am milling about observing them do their antics. This is an intersection that has sort of a fake ceiling, like a fabric tent indoors or something. Like fireworks-sales huge.

One of the items on display is a very large television that looks like an old style console system but in my dream mind I know that it is still a modern TV but I wonder what is inside the box if the screen is flat. There is a sticker on it and I sort of read that it's 86 inches, but it is fairly a square screen with rounded edges. If I measure it while awake in my mind I would say it was about 27 in screen size but the rest of the thing was wooden. There are lamps, various other merchandise for the home. I am still carrying boxes but I don't know what I have purchased or am going to purchase.

At this point I realize I had set the scanner down somewhere and now I don't know where it is. It is now a lost item and I am consoling myself that the pictures that were on the card really we're not important.

Now I am in a vehicle? It is night? I am driving around essentially still in that fictional city version of a real city. I am heavily thinking in my dream, so it is like I am driving around thinking, and not really paying attention to the actual surroundings.

This is the part that annoys me the most, as in my brain, in this alternate world where I have different feelings, I am coming up with different scenarios and plans in which to restart conversations with someone I haven't spoken to in many years irl. And all my dreams and all my life, my dream-brain actually comes up with a plausible plan. It has never come up with a real plan for my real life.

AND IT'S ONE I DEFINITELY DON'T WANT TO DO IN REAL LIFE.

Mainly because it comes from an emotion of forgiveness which I certainly am not about to do. In my dream, I'm excited about the plan because it will definitely work. (IRL it definitely would. The plan is just an ice breaker) as sleep begins to fade more and more of my awake brain chimes in to my sleeping brain, and explains why would you want to do that? Example A example B.. which then slowly wakes myself up and bang! Instant depression.

Ugggh.

#tldr #dreams #mortifiedandawesome #11052022

[mightyaphrodytee]

Lol, that was season 5, but…

Holy shit so much information has poured all over us for the last two months, it’s hard to keep everything straight in your head. I broke my shoulder during Scandoval, I had endless time in bed, in pain, so I did a rewatch (I’m currently mid-season 7, and I’m not committed to seasons 8 or 9). Every episode. Every blowup, every fight, every meltdown, all the drunkenness and drug abuse, all the infidelity and accusations and denials and tears. And I have thoughts. For posterity, darlings.

I’ve learned (and seen with my own eyes—Florida Girl) that BOTH Tom AND Ariana had some kind of pact, and I think they both took it seriously until Tom abandoned it for Rachel, that they would keep their private struggles, whatever they might be, OFF the show and hidden from their castmates and “friends.” I believe with all my heart that nobody on the show or in production really ever questioned it. No one ever leveled an accusation at their relationship. Tom and Ariana were like the closest thing to an audience pov on the show. The DRAAAAMA was Jax, Jax, Jax, Jax, Stassi, Stassi, Stassi, Stassi, fistfights and party crashing and cheating and a breakup…! We were barely shown Tom and Ariana’s conflict over having children, which seemed significant when Tom said it was a dealbreaker, then immediately retracted it when confronted by Ariana. That, plus their difficulties with intimacy and Ariana’s body image issues, was all we knew. They had each other’s back to an insane degree for YEARS, because of this pact, and now the floodgates are open, And we know that when Lala tells Ariana about what really happened at that party the day Ariana’s grandmother dies, Ariana had a meltdown and refused to film with Lala, who had to sit at a table and wait while production talked Ariana down and got consent to film. That’s why she abruptly turns and yells for Tom to come join the Lala info dump, saying I’m not gonna do this, so…let’s get him. And he was absolutely stone cold caught in a lie right then and there.

How could Ariana so easily dismiss the certain knowledge, via Lala, who was there at the party with Sandoval (and Raquel), that TOM LIED TO HER ABOUT NOT FINDING AN UBER SO HE COULD STAY WITH RAQUEL. So, like, I feel like that should’ve been the red flag to end all red flags.

And she definitely had her doubts, no matter how hard she rode for him publicly, because her INTUITION told her to see what she could see when she had the perfect opportunity to look at his phone. The photos app I guess, which is the iOS camera roll. What a shock it must have been. It’s like you’re flying off the edge of the earth, right up into outer space, no tether to humanity because everything is a lie. UGH I RELATE and probably am projecting my shit onto Ariana, which I’m not trying to do fr fr.

Dude, if she had followed me she would have known I wasn’t at Schwartz’s WORST STATEMENT OF THE EPISODE CONGRATS SCUMBAG

But every time you stayed out late or overnight, Ariana checked your location, which was always at the complicit Schwartz’s house

So you left your phone there while you went off to Rachel’s?

Because OBVIOUSLY you’re no fucking stranger to her apartment (!!!)

There is no way in hell I would ever believe that Sandoval wouldn’t run to his work wife, in whom he has confided everything, and confess every detail, with a TON of drama because it’s Sandoval, to expunge his guilty conscience alllllll over Schwartz. Please. He knew everything from the jump, but of course he took no action beyond urging Sandoval to confess. For seven months. He knew. These people are such great liars.

Every line out of Ariana’s mouth, in her confrontation conversation with Tom, was poetry. Eloquent, blunt, sincere, honest, brutal, true. That woman! I admire her dignified reaction in this episode while also side-eyeing her own complicity in not wanting any breaches of the wall of positivity that she helped create. But everyone on this show has their good and their bad, and we’ve seen it all. Ariana’s very first episode! Disaster. She was playing a tough girl character, not herself.

Brittany is the exception to that and has never done anything wrong or shady or hurtful or mean girl-ish.

#Vanderpump Rules #Scandoval #dumpster fire #mostly garbage people

[raggaraddy]

your writing is amazing 🥺

could i ask for a yoongi version of the reader being shot because of them? your other ones are so good!!!

Family affairs

@dramaclub-thin

A/N: Thank you, sweetheart! I'm glad you're enjoying the series. This one has a bit of OT7 and I hope you like it too. 💜💜💜

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Other parts:

Namjoon

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

Summary: You'd tried so hard to hide your relationship with Yoongi from your father. You knew when he found you were dating someone from a rival club that he'd kill you. You just didn't think it would be literal.

Trigger warnings: Violence, Filicide, Blood, gun usage.

Yoongi

Mafia! Yoongi

Mafia! BTS

"Yes Daddy," you poke your head through the door to his office with a little knock. Normally you would never bother your father while he was working, but one of your brothers came to your room to let you know he was calling for you.

"Ah, Darling. Yes, have a seat." He stands up from his desk, gesturing to the chair ahead of him. "I need your advice on something."

For a moment you get a flutter in your stomach. He never asks you for anything. Your his pretty princess on a pedestal. And he never involves you in anything that a woman wouldn't have been responsible for in the 1950s.

"Of course," you smile, shifting comfortably.

"I know you're tech-savvy, so maybe you can explain this to me. I had some photos printed, but I think there must be something wrong with the camera. Have a look,"

Reaching into his desk drawer as he speaks he pulls out a stack of A4 photos. As he lays them out your eyes jump straight back up at him. Checking for his reaction, a sharp pang of absolute fear hitting you. They're pictures of you and Yoongi, his arm around you when you were coming out of the Bangtan clubhouse.

"I know the camera has to be faulty, because that" he tapes your image, "looks like you. And I know my one and only daughter wouldn't be socializing with those Bulletproof scum."

"Daddy, I-I," you stutter with no idea what to say.

You thought you were so clever, so careful that there was no way he'd ever find out. Even when Yoongi would worry about you possibly being caught you would shrug it off. Your love was invincible and meant to be, and you were smart. No chance your family would ever know you're with Yoongi, and no way his family would ever know you were from a rival gang. As far as they knew, you were just Y/n Brown, the hairdresser from one district over.

But clearly, you weren't careful or clever enough.

Your stark silence is loud enough for your father and he nods a sombre confirmation. "How long Y/n?" He questions.

"Daddy, I don't-"

"How long?!" He's quick to anger, making you jump.

"A few months," you lie, your eyes dropping to your lap. Telling him it's been closer to 18 months is only going to enrage him further.

Slumping back into his office chair he lets out a heavy sigh.

"You think you raise your kids right. To know loyalty and family." He derides looking at you fiercely. "But then you find out your own daughter will open her legs for any cretin. In complete disregard of everything she should know."

You knew it would be awful if he ever found out, you know he is a terrifying dangerous man, but hearing your father's derogatory comments are harder to take than you ever expected.

"What did you tell them?" He sits forward. His demeanour, his expression going from disappointed father to cold mafioso.

Your mouth going dry, you swallow hard. Shaking your head softly. "Nothing."

"Bullshit!" He yells. "You expect me to believe they just let the daughter of Bastille get all cosy with one of the 7 without you giving up something."

This is so bad. You knew your parents, your brothers, the entire Bastille would disown you for this, but they'll actually kill you if they think you've sold them out.

"No. I didn't tell them anything. None of them knows who I am. Only Yoongi knows. And I didn't tell him shit. You know I wouldn't." You defend yourself trying to reign in your distress.

"Well, there's a lot of things I wouldn't think a daughter of mine could do." His voice is so detached. He's stopped looking at you. This is so so bad.

"Dad. I didn't say anything." You restate, fighting to convince him. Feeling like you're trying to prove the case for your own life. "I know the rules. Don't talk to anyone. Not cops. Not friends or enemies." You repeat the words that had been drilled in your entire childhood. You knew nothing, you saw nothing. Those are the rules.

"I don't believe you." He says bitterly.

Your hands are trembling, you're panting heavily. You know being with a rival club member is a stupid thing, but the clubs are in a truce.  And despite your father's opinion, you would never be so stupid as to actually say anything. And Yoongi would never let you, even if you decided to. You did one thing wrong, but you made sure you did everything else right.

Leaning back, he opens his phone book. Searching for a number.

"Dad," You plead for his attention. Raising the phone to his ear he shushes you, placing a finger over his mouth.

You have no idea what to do. You've seen him decimate people for so much less than what he's accusing you of. You don't know how to prove your innocence.

The call answers and you can hear a distant 'hello'.  Putting the phone on speaker he puts the receiver down.

"Warren L/n here. I believe I have something of yours," he says.

"What are you talking about?" You inhale a staggered breath, hearing the familiar gruff voice of Kim Namjoon.

Your dad's plan was simple. If you were telling the truth about Bangtan not knowing who you were, their leader would be confused and concerned that you were with the leader of Bastille. But if they knew who you were, this would be a much more straightforward issue. Namjoon would understand right away why he was calling.

And if you were lying about one thing, he could assume you were lying about more.

"Say hello Y/n." Your dad prompts, his look daring you to refuse.

"Hi," You squeak, nervously chewing the inside of your cheek. Your own safety aside, Namjoon was going to kill Yoongi.

There's a brief pause. The background noise on Namjoon's side disappearing. "Kidnapping women? I didn't realise you were handling that personally now."

"Who said kidnap?" he leads the conversation.

"Then maybe you want to explain what one of our girls is doing with you?" Namjoon growls, sounding protective.

That was enough confirmation for your father. The leader didn't know what was going on. But he was about to.

On Namjoons side of the line, he was pacing back and forth in a closed meeting room at the entrance of the clubhouse. Your father was revealing the secret that you and Yoongi had fought so hard to keep.

The phone call ending, Namjoon was in a rage. Marching across the bar he stormed at the table with other members around it. His maddened expression drawing Yoongi's attention. But the older member didn't have any reason to think this fury was directed at him and so he doesn't react quick enough as Namjoon punches him in the face, knocking him from his chair.

The other boys instantly becoming alert, Jungkook jumps to Namjoons side holding his arm out in front of him, looking ready to intervene. Jimin standing between the floored Yoongi and the enraged leader.

"Hyung, what the hell ar-" Jimin snaps.

"You fucking idiot! Bastille's daughter?!" he roars trying to push through Jimin. Jungkook stepping in to help keep him at bay.

Climbing back to his feet, nursing a split lip, Yoongi's eyes go wide. Completely caught off guard by Namjoon's revelation. "How did you-" he gapes.

"Everything she's seen, everything she knows! Do you have any idea how much you've exposed this club?" He lunges again, bowling the mediating members out of the way. Diving through Yoongi, the two men trade blows as they scuffle on the floor.

The scene quickly gets out of hand, and as Yoongi throws Namjoon through a table, Jin and Hoseok come from a backroom to step in also. The four of them now working to pry the two battling men apart. Jimin and Hoseok holding back Yoongi. The oldest and youngest members trying to keep Namjoon at bay.

"Enough!" Jin scolds with a firm shove to Namjoon's chest. "Someone explain what the hell is going on!"

"Just Suga thinking with his dick, instead of his brain." Namjoon spits.

Shirking off the boys, Yoongi barges forward infuriated by the provocative comment. War breaking out again with a solid hit at Namjoon, a gash opening over his eye. Another difficult struggle beginning for the members, grappling and clawing them apart. Having to fully restrain them to have them stop. Being held as they bleed.

Grabbing both of them by the collar, Jin demands their focus. "The next man who throws a punch leaves here with a bullet in his leg!" He growls. "Am I clear?!" His fist tightens, stiffening their necklines.

"Yes,"

"Yes, Hyung."

The two of them conceded, their energy dropping as their eldest releases them. "Good. Now sit down so we can talk this shit out."

It takes several minutes and a round of drinks, but the room calms down enough for the members to sit down. They send the few 2nd levels out and the 95's girlfriends. The bar remaining with only the 7 original members. Taehyung coming back just as the disclosure began.

Namjoon starts, passing along the information your father had given him. The 6 of them all sharing disappointed, worried or angry glances towards Yoongi.

"She wouldn't have said anything." Yoongi insists, after explaining his side also. Trying to defend his decision. To defend you.

"You can't know that," Jimin argues, flumping back in his seat. Taking a sip with a pissed-off scowl on his face.

"Yeah, we've all been pussy blinded before. You're not thinking clearly." Jungkook snips.

"Maknae-" Yoongi warns. Getting tired of the disrespect that keeps getting thrown his way.

"Hey, watch it." Jin interrupts, correcting Jungkook's blunt attitude. The youngest shrugging, downing the last of his drink.

"Look, if she was giving information to L/n, then why would he call to tell you that he knows." Yoongi disputes. Hoping to bring reason back into the debate.

"He wants to trade. The latest shipment of horse for Y/n." Namjoon answers with a frustrated scoff and a roll of his eyes.

"That's close to 500 K. That's not happening," Hoseok jumps in. The rest of them firmly nodding in agreement.

"Okay, but if that's the case. If he's trying to sell her off, that means she's not working with him. Right?" Taehyung backs Yoongi's point.

"Idiot," Jimin shoves his friend, "It could be a part of the plan. A way to rip us off for half a million."

"Or it could be a set-up," Namjoon adds. "Let's say Hyung's right, and she isn't working with her old man. If we're willing to sit down, if we try to buy her back, it confirms that she knows enough that we're concerned about it."

"I'm telling you, she doesn't know anything. She didn't want to know anything. And even if she did, she's not gonna give it up." Again Yoongi vehemently defends you.

"Well if she doesn't give him anything then L/n kills her." Namjoon finalizes. "To hurt the club, and as retribution for her betrayal."

"What I don't understand is why you would let her go back? If you trust her and you know how ruthless Bastille is, why would you let her keep going back to him?" Jin asks, genuinely baffled.

Standing up Yoongi can't take anymore. He's furious. He's upset. At himself most of all. Feeling to blame for allowing you to be in this situation, he leaves in anger. Needing some time to himself to think.

"I don't know, she seemed pretty cool," Taehyung mutters, leaning into Namjoon. "You don't really think he would kill his own daughter, right?"

It's been 2 days and you've been locked in an empty storage shed at the edge of the property like a captive. Your father turned your world upside down looking for information. His people went through your computer, your phone, your car, your room. Everything that was yours he and his men had raided. And just like you said, there was nothing there. No information about Bastille, and nothing about Bangtan.

"Suga. I'm guessing that's Min Yoongi? Unless you're cheating on him." Your dad muses holding up your phone. That is so humiliating. So many nudes and dirty texts are in that chat. There may not be revealing information, but there was still plenty of personal stuff.

"You know Darling, I don't like to admit when I am wrong, but it looks like you were telling the truth. I can't find any proof that you gave up any family details." He smiles softly, your heart lifting with relief for a moment. "But then I was looking through your camera roll and, in the pictures where you actually have clothes on, it's just full of Bangtan." He comes further into the empty shed, leaning on the wall alongside you. Showing you the screen as he scrolls through. The only entrance being blocked by one of his more grizzly looking men. "See here, there's you and a bunch of them at a restaurant. There's you and the leader. You and the crazy one. Here's a family-style photo, isn't that nice."

He keeps scrolling through shot after shot, exhibiting an entire album full of Bangtan family pictures.

"I'm sure you never expected anyone else to see these. I guess I should have been teaching you not to put the same password for multiple devices." He scoffs. "But the interesting thing, when I'm going through these photos you seem to be really close with all of them. Some of these even go back to last year. Which makes the timeline you gave me a little off."

He shows the details of one of the pictures to you, the time stamp from when you had already been with Yoongi for 6 months.

"This one is from May 2nd. Last year. On the 10th those bastards stole one of my shipping containers. With nearly 100 grand worth of merchandise. Did you know about that?"

"You mean people." You sneer, his characterization of human trafficking as 'merchandise' making your skin crawl.

"So you did know." He smiles coldly.

"I found out- I knew after," you justify. Even as you continue to defend yourself, you have a sick feeling that it's all for nothing.

"I'm really curious what else you know." He hums, walking around the front of you to get back into your eye line.

"I don't know anything," you tell him for the 1000th time with an exasperated shake of your head. Moving away to the far side of the shed.

"Darling, I'm your father and I'm telling you we need to reconcile this. Your mother is worried sick. I'm here losing sleep over this. I'm giving you a chance to repay all the damage you've done. A chance to forget all this. You tell me everything you know about Bangtan, and just like that," he snaps his fingers, "you get to return to your comfortable life."

You don't trust his change in tone or his promises for a minute. You may not have known the darkest parts of who he is, but that's how you can be sure that his offer to forgive and forget is rubbish. Not even the father in him would let you forget a mistake. Especially one this major, not with the way he is reacting. And he's so much more brutal when it comes to Bastille.

"And if I don't?"

"Then you've betrayed your family. And we'll find out what we want to know in other ways." he taps the back of his hand in the other, symbolizing a beat down.

You shake your head hard. You might love your dad. But you don't like him. You've known for most of your life that he was a bad guy. And Yoongi, Bangtan, they might not be the good guys, but they've been the family you've always wanted. There is no way you were telling him even the most insignificant detail.

"Hit me all you want dad, I still don't know anything." You snarl.

"I could never hit my own daughter." He taps his heart, a feigned pained expression on his face. Nodding his head in your direction, he trades places with his man who advances on you.

Breathing hard you step back only to hit the wall.

The tall, square-built man swings. The back of his hand slapping your cheek, the force so strong that it smacks you into the corner sidewall. His hand, like a vice, grabs ahold of your head and mightily slams it into the steel beam running down the sheet metal wall. Pushing your hands against his chest, you weakly attempt to fend him off, but he ends your efforts with another solid wack against the frame.

As blood streams down your head, his focus switches. The majority of his attacks landing on your torso.

With you curled up on the floor, wheezing and gasping for breath, the assault finally stops. But not out of mercy. Even through the ringing in your ears, you can hear the outburst of gunfire in the distance.

Both your dad and his man rush out, leaving you locked away. While it's for an equally terrifying reason, you're thankful to have this time to catch your breath. Although every laborious intake brings agony.

After some time, light floods back into the room, your father standing in the doorway outlined by the setting sun. "I'm sorry Darling. If I had to do this, I hoped it would be a bit more ceremonious. But we don't have the time for that now."

You gasp at him raising his gun at you. He shoots three times. One in your chest, one in your shoulder and one in your stomach.

The shock, the impact takes the breath from you. And you can't draw it back in. Your eyes glassing over, your head filled with nothing but white noise. Feeling a fleeting moment of relief as everything goes quiet and dark.

"Fuck. No!" Yoongi howls. He, Jin and two 2nd ranks had chased after your father as he fled.

Bangtan's siege on his property was highly successful till that point, and he had run downhill to the storage garage. Looking to make a getaway.

The other's continue after him as Yoongi stumbles into you. His steely outer shell crumbling away the moment he sees your body limp and bleeding out.

Falling beside you he leans over shaking and in tears. Kissing your lips gently with heartfelt pleas "I'm sorry Y/n. I'm so sorry. Please don't do this. Please."

Jin doubles back, watching distraught from the entrance as his brother falls apart.

Lifting your head up, Yoongi brings your forehead to his. The movement making you splutter blood. The first sign of life that either of the men had seen.

"Holy fuck, she's alive." Jin gawks, jumping in beside Yoongi pressing on the hole in your stomach. The bullet in your shoulder and chest had both hit bone, stopping the slug from going through, blocking the wounds from severe blood loss. The bullet in your torso shot through your bowls and thankfully not through your vital organs. Meaning your chances of survival were much higher. It was either 3 highly unlucky shots or three precisely placed ones.

"I'm so sorry Y/n." Yoongi's in shock. Devastated and guilt-ridden, and unable to make himself function.

"Dude, get your shit together or she's not gonna make it." Jin smacks the side of his brothers head, snapping him out of his grief-stricken daze.

"Can you save her?" He asks rubbing the tears from his eyes.

"Not a chance. But I can keep her alive for a minute until we get to the clubhouse. Call the doc, tell him to meet us there." Jin orders, having much more clarity at this moment. "And get the boys to bring the car around. We're going to need a few of us to move her."

Yoongi follows Jin's lead, wiping the blood from his hands onto his pants to dial.

"Think of it this way," Jin smiles shortly, trying to soothe Yoongi's fear and panic with an ill-timed joke. "If she survives, at least she'll have proved she's Bangtan."

#bts fan fiction #bts reactions #bts fanfic #yandere bts #yandere bangtan #bts #bangtan #bangtan fanfic #yandere #bts yoongi #min yoongi #mafia!bts #Mafia!yoongi #bts yandere

[matwith1t]

A/N: ‘Tis the season for playoff beards so ‘tis the season for playoff beard fics. Thank you, thank you for the words of encouragement!! They mean the wooorld to me 🌍🌎🌏 !! Wherever you call home, I hope you’re having a great day/night!

Request: Could you maybe write a blurb about the reader being excited for the playoffs beard?

MASTERLIST | LET’S CHAT 🥂 | Mat Barzal x Reader

Warnings: Allusion to smut  // WC: 2.1K // Fluff

You got the notification just as you finished paying off your tab at the bar. It had come after the blaring siren noise signaling the end of the game, after congratulatory hugs from your friends, and after the players raised their sticks up in appreciation for the fans in attendance.

With a win over the Rangers, The New York Islanders officially clinched the last playoff spot in the Eastern Division.

You had been a fan of hockey long before you somehow ended up with a professional hockey player for a boyfriend. The feeling of your favorite team extending their playing into the postseason always caused excitement. But there was a different sort of pride you felt coursing through your veins as the camera panned to show an exceptionally smiley Mat.

“You know what this means,” one of your friends leaned down to whisper in your ear, a smirk on their face and a devious gleam in their eye, “Playoff beards.”

You sat frozen in your seat as the world continued to move around you. A vertigo sensation caused you to feel dizzy as the words grew with meaning. Again, you had been a fan of hockey before you somehow ended up with a professional hockey player as a boyfriend. You had seen playoff beards before.

But you hadn’t seen a playoff beard on your boyfriend.

Knowing that their words caused you to silently spiral alone in your head, they patted your shoulder as a way of saying good luck.

When the waiter came back with your card, you slipped it back into your wallet, and bid your friends goodbye as you had to pick Mat up from the arena. They all waved goodbye with wicked smirks on their faces.

On your drive to the arena, you blasted music in hopes it would drown out the thoughts in your mind. You wanted a clear head when you talked to Mat about the game tonight, he would no doubt be excited about clinching a playoff spot, and you wanted to concentrate on driving safely. Once you made it to the arena, you parked where you always waited until Mat came out from the players exit.

Sitting alone in your car, with your knee bouncing, you turned the music up louder.

You needed to calm down, it was only the beginning of May and the playoffs wouldn’t start until a few weeks. It was too early to feel this excited about playoff beards. But when Mat texted you saying he would be a little late to your car because everyone was celebrating in the locker room… You succumbed to your desires and pulled out your phone.

New York Islanders playoffs 2020 was what you typed into the Google search bar. And when all you saw were team pictures, you narrowed down your search: Mat Barzal playoffs 2020. And low and behold… You were graced with images that your mind could only conjure up in your dreams.

To anyone, the pictures basically looked all the same: Mat in his New York Islanders gear, skating on the ice. His face was mostly hidden by his helmet, but you could still see him. And you could still see his playoff beard.

You inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly through your nostrils as you continued to scroll.

The pictures ranged from clean shaven Mat, him growing out his scruff, and then to a full beard with long hair when the Islanders reached their furthest point in the Stanley Cup playoffs. You saw different versions of Mat, but the pictures on Google were more of an in your face kind of growth of his facial hair rather than a slow progression. While playoff games were played fairly close together, the press pictures weren’t privy to seeing the official start of his facial hair. 

The media wasn’t granted access to see how his facial hair progressed from the moment he went to sleep to when he refused to wake up in the mornings. But you would be able to see that growth. From the light stubble growing into scruff that would eventually grow to cover his jawline––

A knock on your window startled you and you locked your phone when you saw Mat wave at you through the window. With a smile, you unlocked the door and he opened it.

“Do you mind if we drive Beau to his place?” Mat said as he reached over his shoulder for the seat belt to buckle himself in.

You nodded repeatedly, and when Mat didn’t hear a verbal confirmation from you, he lifted his head at you with raised eyebrows. You cleared your throat and blinked a few times, “Yeah––Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Cool,” he smiled as he texted on his phone, presumably to Tito, “He had to go to the bathroom so he shouldn’t be far behind.”

You nodded your head again as you took in the way his clean shaven face lit up by the artificial lighting of his phone. He felt your stare on him and looked up with a tilt of his head.

“Good game,” you congratulated him and his smile widened. Mat dropped his phone to his lap, wanting to take in all of your words, “It was good, You were really good. Everyone played well and not to mention the playoff spot.” You leaned over the center console to press a kiss to Mat’s soft, clean shaven, face, “I’m proud of you.”

Mat playfully shrugged his shoulders, knowing that he played a good game, “Yeah it was exciting.”

You and Mat fell into a silence as he picked back up his phone, nudging Tito along, and you stared at him. More specifically, stared at his bare face. Your mind wandered from innocent thoughts to how facial hair would make him look older than his age, to more impious thoughts of how his beard would feel across your skin.

The back door opening stopped your thinking and caused you to jump as you and Mat turned your heads to see Tito duck into your car.

“Jeez, turn the music down.”

Bashfully, you turned the volume knob down and took your car out of park, “That was a nice goal you had, Tito.”

“Thanks,” you saw him smile brightly from your rearview mirror, “If only we could start growing out our playoff beards now.”

Mat laughed at Tito’s joke, but your grip on the steering wheel tightened.

The two friends continued their banter, while your mind continued to spiral at the thought of Mat and his playoff beard. And after you dropped Tito off at his place, the silence between you and Mat continued as you drove to his apartment. You parked in the spot that you unofficially claimed as yours and walked into his building hand-in-hand.

Once he unlocked the door, and hung up his suit jacket on the coat rack, Mat circled his arms around your waist and pulled you in close for a hug. You hugged him back just as tight, eyes closed with a soft smile toying at your lips. While Mat played aggressively during games, when he got back to his apartment, he liked to wind down.

Mat nuzzled his head further into the crook of your neck and you felt a breath of hot air fan your neck. You felt content standing in the entrance of Mat’s apartment; strong arms around you, as he began to softly press his lips against your neck. His kisses weren’t urgent, they were gentle, and lingering in one spot. His slow pace also clued you into that he didn’t expect his kisses to lead to anything further.

He just wanted to press his lips to your skin to feel you.

“Are you excited for my playoff beard?” Mat mumbled into your neck.

Your whole body froze up.

Mat let out a small chuckle, and with your arms still around him, you slightly leaned back to look at him, “What?”

With one last kiss to your neck, Mat pulled away and looked down at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “After the game, the boys were talking about how their wives and girlfriends get all excited for the beards in the postseason,” his smirked widened as he pinched your waist, “And you were very quiet tonight.”

“That’s not true,” you tried to cover yourself as you felt embarrassment brewing in the pit of your stomach, “I––I said you played a good game.”

“Mhm,” Mat hummed with a proud smile, “But after Beau brought up the beards you were dead quiet.”

And just like how you went quiet in the car at the mention of playoff beards, you went quiet now. Because how were you supposed to verbalize your excitement? You knew you could say anything and it would feed into Mat’s ego…But how were you supposed to tell him how unimaginably excited you were to see his playoff beard while also expressing the tiniest bit of disappointment mourning his clean shaven face?

With his clean shaven face he looked so youthful. You could clearly see his smile lines when he tipped his head back in laughter, feel his soft skin on yours when he brushed his cheek against yours, and it was the version of him you fell in love with. Not to say you still wouldn’t love the version of Mat with a playoff beard.

Because when you really thought of him growing out a beard…All you thought about was how the dark facial hair would enhance the strong dark color of his eyes. How he would look more mature. And how the short hairs scratching against your skin would drive you absolutely insane. You would love that Mat just as much, but you had to keep your thoughts in check.

“I am excited to see you grow out a beard,” you breathed out a laugh and broke eye contact with him after you saw his eyebrows raise with enthusiasm. You played with the fabric of Mat’s dress shirt between your thumb and index finger, “I just can’t think too much about it.”

“Oh?”

He sounded intrigued.

You poked his stomach and rolled your eyes, “I looked at pictures of you from previous seasons and it…” you took a deep breath and looked up into his greedy eyes, wanting to hear all of your thoughts about him, “I had a lot of emotions.”

“Care to share those emotions?” He tried to keep his mischievous tone to a minimum, but with the way his smirk widened and his hands crept under your t-shirt, you knew he was losing a battle with himself.

“They’re private.”

Mat tipped his head back in laughter; eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, crinkled nose, with those smile lines you loved so much. He squeezed your hips once more and pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth. At his close proximity, you let your eyes close at his close proximity; always captivated with the feeling that encased your body when his lips kissed your body.

Still keeping his face close to yours, he dragged his nose across the side of your face until his smooth cheek rested against yours, he breathed in your ear, “I’m good at keeping secrets.”

Your chest expanded with the deep breath you inhaled. His face was so clean––so soft––as he brushed his skin against yours. There wasn’t a feeling you loved more than his skin on yours. And thinking about the new feeling of his facial hair on your skin sent your body into overdrive.

Your voice slightly wavered as you continued to rub the material of his shirt between your fingers, “I think we need to set a precedent.”

“Oh?”

He sounded like he knew exactly what you were proposing.

You shrugged your shoulders, shyly looking up at him as his eyes darkened with every second of silence that passed. With Mat’s hands placed directly on your skin, his thumbs slowly started to rub small circles on your waist.

“You know…” your small voice trailed off, “To see if I prefer you clean shaven or with facial hair.”

Mat’s smirk transformed into a full blown smile as he hooked an arm around your waist to pull you right up against his body. You felt his chest expand a few times as he let out a confident chuckle, “Say no more.”

After both of you agreed on the proposal you brought forward, and Mat dragged you into his bedroom, the only word you said was his name as he ducked his head under the sheets and began to kiss down your torso.

#Mat Barzal #Mathew Barzal #Mat Barzal Fic #Mathew Barzal Fic #Mat Barzal Imagine #Mathew Barzal Imagine #Mat Barzal writing #mathew barzal writing #mat barzal fanfic #mathew barzal fanfic #mat barzal blurb #mathew barzal blurb #mat barzal x reader #mathew barzal x reader #mat barzal oneshot #mathew barzal oneshot #mat barzal one shot #new york islanders #isles #mat barzal new york islanders #mathew barzal new york islanders #mat barzal 13 #mathew barzal 13 #okay i'm going to walk to get a breakfast sandwich before the game brb

[nagito-kissmaeda]

Can I Call You Tonight? - Nagito Komaeda x Reader

Summary: you send Nagito a nude. He likes it. Contains : Nagito x Reader, explicit NSFW content, fem reader, no pronouns used  Words:   2467

ミ☆ Please send me a DM or an ask if you’d like me to write something for you!

You aren’t sure what possessed you to take the photo. You are even less sure what possessed you to hit send. 

This incessant crush that you’ve had for almost two years now, it isn't going anywhere. It only gets stronger and stronger. with every meeting your heart races faster, you’ve been dreaming about his hands, the cut of his jaw. Nagito Komaeda consumes your every thought. 

You aren't good with words. You have no idea how you would even begin to tell him how you feel about him. How you have always felt about him. So did something stupid, shirt off, tits out stupid. 

But what's done is done. All you can do now is wait. Chewing on your fingernails and staring at your phone screen in absolute horror.

This was a terrible idea.

***

On the other side of the phone, Nagito freezes. One hand clapped over his mouth as his eyes drink in the image that just appeared in his message app. His heart is racing, his breathing is heavy. He shouldn’t even be looking at it, there is no way someone as pathetic as he should even be permitted to view your perfect visage. His throat bobs, horrified at how quickly his jeans are growing tight. 

You’re smiling directly into the camera, it’s almost like you can see him. Breasts squished together and cheeks rosy pink, it almost looks like you took this photo just for him. That you know he is looking at it. 

His cock is painfully hard now, begging for him to touch it. He can’t. He can’t use your perfect body in such a...a filthy way. You must have sent this photo by accident, you probably don’t even know that he is looking at it. That thought makes his cock twitch in his jeans and he groans. He is reprehensible. 

It’s just as he finally starts giving in, when his hand starts slowly trailing down his torso, that his phone pings again. He blinks, stomach turning when he sees the message is from you once more. He’s ready for you to express your horror at sending something so intimate to someone like him, to call him out for even thinking about touching himself while looking at it. But then, he is taken by surprise. 

Did you like it? 

His heart is racing, staring wide eyed at his phone, any possible reply has died right at his fingertips. He’s all but short circuited.

I’ve never done something like this before...I hope it was okay…

You sent it on purpose. You sent it TO HIM on purpose. 

Nagito? Oh god, I shouldn’t have sent that should I? I’m so sorry, we can pretend it never happened. 

He is thrust back into the present, fingers tapping wildly on his phone screen.

My apologies! I was just shocked that you would intend to send something like this to someone like me.

...I do like it. 

He unzips his jeans and takes his cock in his free hand. Sighing shakily at the relief of pressure. Looking down at the phone where he can still see the photo (the photo you took for him) and he has a sudden thought. Taking a deep breath in through his nose, he forces his shaky fingers to type out another message.

Do you want me to return the favour?

***

You’re sitting on your bed. Holding your phone in your hand and shaking. Was he really asking what you thought he was? Did he want to send you a picture of..of...your teeth sink into your lower lip, you can feel an unmistakable warmth between your thighs. You swallow, and manage to reply.

Only if it’s okay with you...

Then you wait. Staring down at the phone with nervous eyes, fingers on your right hand slowly dance around the edge of your nipple. Not wanting to touch it just yet. Just the thought of him taking a photo on the other end of the phone is making you wet, just imagining him slipping a hand into his already tight jeans and-

Your phone pings. 

It’s not much to look at. I’m sorry.

Your phone pings again and you almost drop your phone out of your hand when the picture pops up. Not much to look at? Nagito is a goddamn liar.

Surprisingly, it isn’t his cock that draws your eyes first, but his hand. You know that hand, from his chewed cuticles to the ridges of his knuckles. The same hand you have been dreaming about holding yours, is now wrapped firmly around the base of the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen. Flushed red and dripping with pre-cum. You can feel the arousal pang in the pit of your stomach. That was Nagito’s cock. You were looking at it. It was his. You gulp.

The hand not gripping your phone slowly slips down your stomach and into your panties. You’re shocked to find yourself already wet, gently rubbing circles around your clit as you stare at the perfect bead of cum balancing on the tip on Nagito’s cock. God how badly you want to clean it up with your tongue.

You look perfect, Nagito.

You manage to type with your shaking hand, dipping one finger inside of yourself and mewling at the feeling. Boldness takes over, and you send another message before you can regret it.

I’m so wet for you

It’s a few minutes before you get a response, you’re too busy thrusting a finger in and out of yourself while imagining just how that perfect cock of his would feel in its place. You’ve taken to examining some of the finer details, you can see the jut of his hip bones in the background, blurry and pale, you want to suck on them until they turn purple. Then, another message:

Another angle. The camera is higher this time, giving you a perfect view of his face. His white hair is fucked five ways to hell, plastered to his forehead with sweat. His milky skin is flushed pink all the way down to his collarbones and his white shirt is bunched up around his ribcage. He’s looking right at you, eyes half lidded and a thin line of drool escaping his full lower lip. Hand still tightly wrapped around his cock. You feel like you could cum from this alone. 

I would like to see more of you. If you would allow it.

If it was anyone but Nagito, you would say no. You are shy about your appearance, the only way you were able to send that first photo was hitting the button before you had time to actually think about it. But still, he wants to see more of you, and you trust him. Your hand is quivering as you slip out of your panties, finger still slowly circling your clit as you angle the camera downward. This is so weird. You can't even look at the phone, you’re so embarrassed. It would be so much easier if he could just look on his own, if you didn’t need to practice angling the camera for the perfect shot.

A thought hits you, and you bite down on your lip. 

Fuck it. You decide, and hit the video call button

***

Nagito jumps when his phone starts to ring. Worried that somehow, someone out there knows exactly what he is doing, but then he realises its you. His hand shakes when he brings up his finger and hits accept.

You pop onto his screen immediately, cheeks flushed, sweat dripping down your brow, mouth hung open and panting. The hand around his cock tightens almost instinctively. To see it in a photo is one thing, to see you moving. Well, that’s something completely different. 

“H...Hey, Nagito” You breathe, breaking off into a moan halfway through his name. His name. You just moaned his name. 

“Ah…” His throat bobs, still slowly working his cock through the thick trails of pre-cum dripping down it, “Hello…”

“I thought this might be...hng” It’s now that he notices the way your free arm is moving. Something is happening off screen, he can guess what it is. You have a shaky breath and manage a nervous smile, “...you know, easier? Than the photos…”

“Ah, yes.” A nervous laugh bubbles up out of his chest, “I was having trouble typing. My…mmph, my hands are shaky.”

You smile softly, but a twitch of your lips betrays your nerves. Nagito knows you so well, he can read you like a book, you swallow, “do you still want to see?”

A noise that could almost be called a whimper escapes his mouth at the thought, “y-yes...of course! If you are willing to show someone like me then I would be...exhilarated.”

He watches as you take a deep breath, and begin panning the camera down past your breasts, over the curve of stomach, before it finally focuses in on your fingers, dipping slowly in and out of your dripping center. He chokes on a sound, half a moan, half a laugh as he watches you languidly fingering yourself. First just one finger, but then quickly two. 

“You weren’t kidding about how wet you are…” he breathes, completely in awe of you.

Nagito hears the nervous ring of your laugh from off camera, “Y-yeah.” You breath shakily, fingers still continuing their ministrations, “Is this okay? It’s probably weird to watch me doing this…” 

Your thumb reaches up and brushes across your clit, he sees your thighs shake, “No...no, I am…” he licks his lips, tightening the grip of his hand around his weeping cock, “I am honoured that you trust me this much.” 

There is a little fumbling, and then the camera comes back up your face, bright red and smiling shyly as you refuse to make eye contact with the phone screen, “I’m glad you liked it…”

There’s a lull in conversation. Your eyes turn to meet his through the screen, and for a moment he is just jerking off to your expression. The way your eyes clench shut, the way you hiss through your teeth. He can see your arm moving faster, he can’t help but wonder how many fingers are inside you now. Can’t help but wonder how many of his fingers would fit inside of you.

“N-nagito…?” You ask, voice high pitched and almost mewling.

He gulps, his hips are bucking up into his hand now. You look so beautiful like this, “Yes…?”

You meet the approximation of his eyes, chewing your lower lip nervously, “Are...are you still-?” 

Nagito nods sheepishly, “Y-Yeah...I-“ 

“Can I see?” 

His heart is racing, but he nods and shuffles a little higher up on the pillows. He takes a deep breath in through his nose and switches his phone to the back facing camera. He watches your eyes blow wide and your mouth drops open in a moan, “F-Fuck, Nagito...you’re so pretty.” 

He laughs in disbelief, slowly bringing his fist up to the head of his cock and teasing the tip with the pad of his thumb. He can see that your eyes are following the movement, “you...you really like it?” 

“If I was there with you it would have been in my mouth like half an hour ago.” 

Nagito groans at that, head falling backward on his pillow as he flips the camera back around, “you’re torturing me.” 

“The faces you’re making…” you whisper, biting down hard on your lower lip to hide a moan. Your arm is moving even faster, breasts shaking with the movement, “god, the way you look right now. Someone should carve you out of marble.”

He laughs breathlessly, pumping his cock even faster, “why do you keep saying such things? I can’t possibly hold a candle to you.” His eyes turn to your face, glowing with arousal on his phone, “you’re like a vision, something someone like me should only be permitted to see in my dreams.”

You turn even redder, he didn’t know that was possible. A smile crawls up the side of his face at your expression. He never wants to stop looking at you. Nagito can feel himself getting close, there’s a tightness in the pit of his stomach that is just begging him to let it go. Keening and moaning, eyes scrunching shut as his hips guide his palm into a particularly delicious stroke, he can here you whimpering and mewling on the other end of the phone, and if he listens hard enough he can hear the wet sounds of your fingers pumping into and out of your sex.

“Nhhn-Nagito...I wish it was your fingers inside of me.”

He felt those words in his insides, from his stomach all the way out to the tips of his fingers. It was like a bolt of lightning to his heart, to his cock, to his everything. You wanted him. You wanted him. His mouth drops open, and words escape him before he can think better of it, “I...I don't deserve it...but…” he gasps as his thumb brushes over his weeping slit, drool running down over his chin, “I want your mouth on me...i want it so badly...i can’t--ahhh~” 

***

Nagito has the prettiest orgasm you’ve ever seen. His mouth drops open, his eyelids flutter closed and his back arches up to the ceiling. In the soft light of the lamp by his bed, he looks like an angel, chest heaving as he finally comes undone. 

You don't stop touching yourself, twitching and gasping, getting closer and closer just watching him as he shatters. The moment that breaks you, that makes the coil in your stomach finally snap is when you catch a glimpse of his wrist giving himself one last pump off screen. His brow furrowing and a delicious moan escaping his perfect lips, splattering his bare torso with his cum. 

It’s too much. With a breathless moan you feel yourself tip over the edge, your insides tightening, toes curling and the world goes white behind your eyes. All you can think about is Nagito. Your hand is shaking when you finally slip your fingers out of yourself and wipe them on your bare thigh, when you open your eyes you can see Nagito laying back on his pillows and breathing deeply as he comes back down. 

You giggle, “So…”

Nagito cracks open an eye, “So…”

“Do you want to keep talking?” You grab a shirt and pull it on over your head, “Or was that...it?”

You watch as Nagito runs a hand through the mess of his hair, he gives you a sleepy smile, “I need to clean up, but i can leave the audio on if you want?”

“Yeah.” You reply, “That sounds good.”

#nagito x reader #komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda #komaeda nagito #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #super danganronpa two

[jayeray-hq]

How He Shows You Affection: Suna Rintarou

This was a request, but I unfortunately had to delete the original post because it wasn’t showing up in the tags! I hope you see it though anon and thank you so much for requesting!

Post Time Skip/Manga Ending Spoilers!

Warnings: Just a little hint of implied NSFW but mostly fluff!

How He Shows You Affection Masterlist - Character Masterlist

Thank you as ever to the amazing and beautiful Tay @deathcab4daddy​ for not only beta-reading for me, but for helping me figure out these stupid tags 😭

He Takes Pictures of You

           The familiar sound of a phone camera clicking had you blinking awake. You’d almost been asleep, but the sound had pulled you from the depths, and you blinked blearily up at your boyfriend. As per usual, he was the clear culprit, his phone out and pointed in your direction.

“Really, Sunarin?” you asked him, your voice rusty from sleep as you watched him pocket his phone, not a single sign of remorse on his features, “Right now?”

             “You looked cute,” he told you with a shrug, completely and utterly unapologetic.

             “I look like a mess,” you countered with a sigh, keeping your voice quiet so as to not wake the rest of the people on the bus.

 EJP Raijin was surprisingly accommodating to their players’ significant others, and from the very beginning they had let you travel on the bus to their away games with Suna if you wanted to. You didn’t get to go nearly as often as you would’ve liked, if you had your way, you’d go to every single one, but unfortunately, you had your own work so the times you could go were rather rare.

 However, for this particular match, you’d made sure to take time off in advance so you could attend. It wasn’t every day that your boyfriend got to play against one of his old senpai from high school, and despite being extremely laid back most of the time, you could tell that Suna had been really excited for it.

 The game against Aran and the Tachibana Red Falcons had been a rather epic one, with the entirety of the old Inarizaki team in attendance for once. Even Atsumu had managed to be there, his own team having gifted him the day off so he could watch. In preparation you’d gone all out, wearing the official EJP Raijin jersey with Suna’s name and number on it, and doing up your hair and make-up, even though the yellow might not have been the best color on you.

 It had been a lot of fun especially since you got to sit right up close with the rest of Inarizaki. However, now several hours after the game on the bus back, you were sure you looked a mess. No doubt the make-up you’d applied so meticulously was smeared across your face, and your hair in disarray. You were very sure you didn’t look anything close to cute, despite what your boyfriend said.

 “Delete it?” you asked him plaintively, though your hopes weren’t very high.

 From the beginning, Suna had made it clear that he thoroughly enjoyed taking pictures of you. Almost every time you’d turned around he’d had his phone out and pointed in your direction. It had been a bit disconcerting at first, but you’d slowly but surely gotten used to it.

 A part of you thought that if Suna hadn’t decided to become a volleyball player he definitely would’ve become a photographer of some kind. He had a gift for it. The only problem was that he used said gift to capture everyone at their absolute worst. You were pretty sure he could make even the most photogenic person in the world look like complete and utter garbage.

 The most annoying part of it was, he was perfectly capable of bringing out the best in everyone if he wanted to as well. He just chose not to. It could honestly be a bit infuriating at times, especially since you knew he had entire folders of you on his laptop looking completely and utterly hideous because he insisted it was hilarious and adorable.

 As his girlfriend it was no surprise that you were the one he photographed the most, which you might’ve objected to except unlike with others he was very conscientious and considerate of your photos. He never posted anything to his social media that he knew you wouldn’t like, and never shared any of your embarrassing photos with anyone.

 When you’d asked him about it once, he’d told you it was because he didn’t want to share those moments with anyone else. It was honestly almost cute, and would’ve been adorable if he hadn’t followed it up by teasing you. He’d gone on to show you all his favorites, which were quite frankly the most hideous pictures of yourself that you’d ever seen chuckling all the while and wondering aloud how such a cute person could take such ugly photos.

 You might’ve objected, except unlike with others Suna also went out of his way to take pictures of you that were surprisingly lovely. At times, he managed to capture things that made you question if the person in them was even you with how good they looked. He always kept one of those photos as his lock screen, claiming he wanted to show off how beautiful you were. Seeing it never failed to make your heart swell with affection, even if he did set his contact picture of you to something completely hideous.

 “Nope,” he told you as he tucked his phone away into his pocket, another no doubt awful picture of you added to his collection, “You know I don’t delete my pictures.”

 You heaved a sigh at that knowing was true, he really didn’t ever delete anything. You quietly resigned yourself to it again, your feelings a mix of annoyed fondness for your boyfriend who insisted you were his greatest muse.

 “Fine,” you agreed with a pout, “but no more tonight Rintarou. I want to sleep.”

 “No promises,” he told you with an amused chuckle, making you huff at him unhappily, “It’s your own fault for being so cute.”

 You rolled your eyes at that, but did allow him to pull you into his side so the two of you were resting comfortably together, snuggled up as close as the seats would allow. His warmth and your own exhaustion quickly began to pull you back under, and you began to nod off again. This time when the camera shutter sound went off you firmly ignored it, feeling a swell of exasperated fondness for your boyfriend who could never get enough.

 He Seeks You Out

             During your relationship with Suna, you’d thought more than once that he was actually more like a cat than a fox the way he liked to claim. You’d never say so to his face, because he’d no doubt find some way to turn it on you, but some of his actions really were positively cat-like.

             If you told others, they would most likely say it was in the way he was so incredibly choosy about who he spent his time with, the way he liked to provoke people, and just generally be a jerk because it genuinely amused him. However, in your case it was actually in the way he sought you out, and then proceeded to drape himself all over you.

             It didn’t seem to matter where you were or what you were doing, if the two of you were in the same vicinity, Suna eased his way into your presence and demanded your attention. At home if you were on the couch, reading a book, or watching TV, he’d lay his head in your lap and stare up at you until you started to pet him before turning his attention to his phone. If you were laying in bed, he’d lay himself on top of you, nearly always knocking the air from your lungs and absolutely refusing to move despite your protests. If you were sitting at your desk, he was behind you, bent over with his chest pressed to your back and his sharp chin resting either on top of your head or dug into your shoulder with his arms around you.

             It wasn’t just at home either. Suna had never particularly cared about the opinions of others, and the fact that public displays of affection were looked down upon didn’t bother him one little bit. He was always coming up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and leaning as much of his weight on you as you could take, his face nuzzled insistently against your face or neck. It was more than a bit embarrassing at times, especially since he didn’t care who you were speaking to or if you were in the middle of something.

             In addition, whenever he was cuddled up to you, he always wanted your hands on him, preferably in his hair. The man went practically limp with pleasure whenever you played with it, scratching your nails gently over his scalp. The only thing he really needed to do was start purring to complete the feline image you had of him.

             The funny thing was that the minute he was cuddled up to you and sure that he was taking up your attention, was he then promptly dozed off. You weren’t quite sure why he was so insistent about sleeping draped all over you, but it was this more than anything that made you think he truly was feline at heart.

             It was honestly kind of cute if you were honest with yourself, with as much of a jerk as he portrayed himself to be, you never would’ve guessed he was the clingy type. However, he really was, even if the way he went about it was a bit annoying, since he didn’t seem to care at all about what you were doing or if his clinging to you made things difficult.

             The two of you had been teased more than once about the way Suna went out of his way to find you whenever he wanted a nap. He’d even referred to you as his personal pillow on more than one occasion, but you couldn’t bring yourself to object. You thought it was sweet, and enjoyed how incredibly physically affectionate he was. Especially since he never protested when you wanted to turn the tables and sleep on him, even if he did tease the hell out of you for it.

             He really was a jerk sometimes, but he was your jerk, and you loved him, just the same way his insistent cuddling let you know just how very much he loved you.

 He Shares His Blackmail with You

             You glared at the blond setter who just looked back with a smarmy grin on his face, clearly entirely too pleased with himself. The twins could be annoying, but were usually fairly respectful when it came to you. Today however, for whatever reason, Atsumu had decided to go out of his way to tease you.

             You were honestly trying to be a good sport about it, but he was frankly getting on your last nerve. You wanted nothing more than to do something that would knock him off his high horse, but had no clue what to do to make him back off. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue, as Kita was pretty good at keeping both twins under control at reunions like this, but unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to make it today. Aran probably would’ve tried to step in, but the man was a little preoccupied dealing with an incredibly drunk Akagi who was stirring up trouble.

             Osamu might’ve helped you, but he was also finding Atsumu teasing you fairly amusing, and was simply watching on. You’d already tried appealing to him, but he’d insisted you didn’t get teased enough at gatherings like this, and it was only right that it be your turn. This, of course, left you with only one option, one you wouldn’t normally resort to, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

             Normally, one would think that your boyfriend should’ve been your first line of defense in situations like this. However, Suna was the kind of man who firmly believed you were more than capable of standing on your own two feet, and would only step in if you asked him to. If things were dire, or your feelings were actually being hurt, he’d do it with no hesitation, verbally eviscerating anyone who tried to mess with you.

             However, in a situation like this, where you were simply being teased, and he was also amused by said teasing, the situation wasn’t nearly as clear cut. What you offered had to be worth more than the entertainment he was already getting, and judging by the amused smirk on his face he was incredibly amused.

             “Rintarou,” you pleaded, giving him your best pout, “Help me?”

             “What’s in it fer me?” he asked teasingly, as Atsumu sputtered at the tactic you’d chosen to use, claiming you were cheating.

             “The love and affection of your beloved girlfriend?” you tried, batting your eyelids at him, making him chuckle in amusement.

             “Nice try,” he told you, his pale citrine eyes gleaming with mirth, “But I’m goin’ to need somethin’ more than that.”

             Your mind whirled, trying to figure out what you were and weren’t willing to offer him, based on how annoyed you were with Atsumu. The man himself wasn’t helping his case, guffawing at what he saw as a failed attempt and only riling you up further. You flipped through several ideas before settling on the perfect thing. Your lips curled into a smirk as you gave Atsumu a slow, triumphant smile that instantly had him shutting up, a wary look settling on his face.

             “Oy, I don’t think I like that look in yer eyes,” Atsumu informed you, leaning back a bit, though you promptly ignored him, all of your attention on your boyfriend who was watching you with interest.

             “Sunarin, if you help me with Atsumu I’ll let you do that thing you mentioned last weekend,” you coaxed, your words heavy with innuendo as you stared him down, “If you throw in Osamu too, I’ll even wear your favorites.”

             “Done,” he agreed instantly, pulling out his phone and pulling up several blackmail photos as both twins squawked in the background, Osamu protesting being dragged into it. It was his own fault, he should’ve helped you when you asked.

             “Since when do ya share that with anyone?!” Atsumu whined. His dignity completely shattered as he stared at his own phone in horror at the images that he’d just been tagged in that had appeared on his timeline, “Ya wouldn’t even give me any blackmail pictures, not even when I bribed ya. That’s unfair!”

             “Suna’s sharing his blackmail collection?” Aran asked, coming over from where he’d finally finished wrangling Akagi, as Osamu let out a low groan of despair, “With who?”

             “With her,” Atsumu told him, pointing at you dramatically, not that you cared a bit. Suna had come up behind you to drape over your back, his phone held in front of you, so you could pick the next few awful pictures of Atsumu to post online yourself.

             “Huh, guess he really must be in love,” Aran mused mostly to himself, though you couldn’t help but agree.

             Suna loved you, even if he did have odd ways of showing it at times. After all the couple that blackmails together, stays together.

#JayeRayReplies #JayeRayWrites #suna rintarou #suna rintarō #suna rintaro #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintaro scenarios #suna x reader #suna rinataro x reader #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro imagine #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyu imagines #haikyu fluff #how he shows you affection

[clusterbuck]

in the eyes of all posterity

(1.8k, rated T, complete) (read it on ao3)

tw: no one actually dies, but there's a lot of thinking about death

post-well, eddie makes an if you're watching this it means i'm dead video for christopher (and a little bit for buck, too)

Eddie sits in front of his laptop and stares at the grainy reproduction of himself on the screen. The image quality is—abysmal, really. And since posterity is kind of the whole point, he considers putting this whole thing on hold until he can acquire a different camera, something where the planes of his face are actually discernible.

But it’s taken him several days to psych himself up enough to actually do this, and if he stops now he isn’t sure he can make himself start again. And this is important.

Maybe the quality is a good thing, anyway. It smooths out the dark bruising under his eyes, blends it in and makes it looks like shadows from the uneven lighting of the room. Christopher doesn’t know the specifics of the well, but Eddie knows his kid is worried about him, knows he still looks like he was buried alive even days later. The mud washed off, eventually, but the haunted desperation in his eyes didn’t.

So maybe it’s a good thing that the camera softens some of it out. If, god forbid, this video ends up being the last thing Christoper has of him, at least he won’t look quite as wrecked as he currently feels.

He moves his mouse over to the record button, but he can’t make himself click it just yet. He’s never been too superstitious, but—the idea of preparing for his own death just feels deeply wrong. A small, irrational part of him worries that preparing for it is as good as letting the universe know he’s ready to go.

But the rest of him knows that when the universe decides to come for him, it isn’t going to care one way or the other how prepared he is. So he might as well do what he can.

Eddie takes a deep breath and hits record.

“Hey, Christopher,” he says, trying to remember to look at the camera and not his own face. “If, uh—if you’re watching this, it means something bad happened to me at work. Or—I guess it could have happened somewhere else, too, but work is most likely.”

Eddie is hit with a sudden, deep conviction that he should have planned this out. Should have prepared what he was going to say, written down some kind of script or at least some goddamned bullet points.

Except he tried that. Has been trying it for the past several days, really. And every time he managed to get something down, when he looked it over later it never felt genuine. It felt like someone took his feelings and shrink-wrapped them, freeze-dried them.

Rehearsing what to say might have made for a more coherent video, but if this is all he gets to leave behind, Eddie doesn’t need it to be coherent so much as he wants it to be authentic. He wants Christopher to remember the real him, and try as he might, he couldn’t get a pre-written script to feel real.

“There’s a couple of things I want you to know,” he says now. “First—and this is the most important one—I need you to know that whatever happened, it wasn’t my choice. I want you to remember that if I had a choice, I would come home to you every single night for the rest of time.”

Eddie sighs and scrubs a hand across his face. “But something happened the other day that reminded me we don’t always have a choice. This time it had a happy ending—I got to come home to you—but next time it might not. So I—I just wanted to make sure you’d have something to hold on to.

“The second thing I want you to know is something we’ve talked about before. I don’t know if you remember, I don’t know when you’re watching this—god, I hope you never have to watch this. But you might, that’s the whole point. So. It might be a while since we talked about it, but remember how I asked you who should look after you if I couldn’t be there?”

It was the first thing Eddie had done when he’d gotten home, that day after the well. Or—the second, after he’d spent just slightly too long in a shower just slightly too hot, trying to scald the memory of the mud off his skin.

It hadn’t worked. He still feels it every time he closes his eyes—the weight of forty feet of earth collapsing on him, the pressure of the mud surrounding him, the water attempting to breach his lips and replace the oxygen rapidly disappearing from his lungs.

But he got out of the shower and put all of that aside, at least long enough to sit down with Christopher. Long enough to ask the question he hopes he never needs the answer to.

Christopher looked thoughtful for all of ten seconds before asking, “If you can’t be there, can Buck be there?”

And Eddie felt steadier than he had since descending into that shaft. The question hardly bears thinking about, but at least he and Christopher were on the same page. Buck was his first choice, too—how could he not be?

Buck, who’s never treated Christopher like anything but a fully-formed person in a child-sized body. Buck, who accommodates Christopher’s needs as easily as he breathes, and goes out of his way to build accessible skateboards just because. Buck, who walked through a watery hell for hours on end to find Christopher, and who Eddie knows would do it again and again and again, as many times as is necessary.

Of course Buck was his first choice. His only choice, really. He stopped having other choices a long time ago.

“Buck’s going to take care of you,” Eddie says now. “Just like we talked about.

“This isn’t going to be easy for either of you, I know,” he says, and feels like the most arrogant man on the planet. Even if it’s most likely safe to assume that his son and his best friend will miss him if he dies, saying the words out loud feels—presumptuous, somehow.

But this isn’t about him, it’s about Christopher. And if he knows his kid at all, giving him something to focus on will help more than anything else. “So I need you two to look out for each other, okay? It might take a while to adjust, but I know you’ll figure it out. Together.”

He should probably tell Buck he’s changed his will, so Buck can be prepared. Just in case. It’s the rational thing to do. Guardianship of a child is not something Buck should be blindsided by, even if Eddie knows there’s no iteration of the universe in which Buck refuses to take Christopher in.

He’s tried, a couple of times. He’s picked up the phone and pulled up Buck’s contact, intending to invite him over so he can tell him about the changes he’s made to his will. But he stop himself every time.

Because the truth of his feelings for Buck bubbles under his skin every time Buck is near, and he doesn’t know how to lift the lid enough to tell him about the will and then clamp it down again before everything boils over—and it can’t boil over, not when Buck isn’t the least bit interested in anything but friendship.

He’s going to do it. He really is. He just needs to work up to it.

“I could give you all kinds of practical life advice,” he says to the camera now. “But I don’t know that it would be worth much if I’m not there to see the context. So instead I’ll tell you this: listen to Buck. Whatever it is, Buck will help you figure it out. The two of you are gonna get through it together. I know he’s always gonna do what’s best for you.”

Eddie takes a deep breath. “Of course, that doesn’t mean you can’t ask Abuela or Pepa or Carla, but—if you ever wonder what I would think, I want you to know that I trust Buck to make the same decisions I would. I have absolute faith in him.”

He shifts his gaze a little, hoping that on the video it lands somewhere close to where he needs it to. “Buck, I know you’re watching this too,” he says. “I need you to believe everything I just said, okay? I need you to believe it because it’s the truth, and because I don’t know how you’re gonna get through this if you don’t.”

And just for a moment, Eddie thinks about letting everything spill over. About telling Buck he loves him, just for posterity’s sake, so that even if he never gets to say the words to Buck directly they’ll at least be out in the universe.

But it doesn’t seem fair to Buck, to leave them behind after he’s gone. After he’s no longer there to witness the potential fallout.

So Eddie just sighs and looks back at the camera. “One last thing,” he says. “Christopher, never forget how much I love you. I told your mom once that being your dad is the single greatest joy of my life, and that’s going to be true whether I die at work tomorrow or in fifty years as an old man. I’m going to remind you as much as I can, for as long as I can—but tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone, so this is a reminder that will outlast me. I love you, and nothing is ever going to take that away.”

Eddie ends the recording and drops his head into his hands. He’d thought he’d feel lighter, getting it all on the record, but it turns out spending any amount of time actively thinking about the prospect of your own untimely death isn’t exactly the mood booster he’d hoped it would be.

It’s still a relief, though—knowing that if something does happen to him, he has an ironclad plan for Christopher, and a chance to say goodbye, even if only indirectly. It’s a relief, but now he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He doesn’t know how to switch back out of the morbid headspace he’s climbed into.

There’s a shuffling sound, and then Christopher peers around the door. “Dad?” he asks. “Do you wanna watch a movie with me?”

Thank god for his kid. “Yeah, buddy, I really do,” Eddie says. He picks Christopher up on his way out of the door, relishing the warm weight of his son in his arms, and Christopher squirms and protests that he can walk by himself.

“I know you can,” Eddie says, but he squeezes just a little tighter and kisses Christopher’s temple before setting him down. Just because he can.

#911 fox #eddie diaz #911 fic #buddie #emma writes #shush emma

[lizbotw]

Hawks, Bakugou, and Kirishima With a S/O That Has a Kitsune Quirk

Anonymous said:

hello hello !! Can I request some headcannons on how hawks, bakugou, and kirishima would be in a relationship with a fem!s/o that has a Kitsune quirk and fox like traits please? i couldn’t find the rules post so sorry ahead of time if this is anything you’re against doing. 💞

hi! hope you like them ♡ and dw this is something i’m fine with doing!! also, i know you said fem!reader but it came out more so gender neutral so i hope that’s alright!

Takami Keigo (Hawks)

He loves stroking your fur all the time. Even if you try to swat his hand away, he just grabs your arms to stop you so he can go back to doing it.

He just loves teasing you in general and he always has a little smirk on whenever he does it, but he also knows you like it and obviously if you weren’t in the mood he’d know to stop right away—he can read you well so it wouldn’t take him long to realize he should switch into cuddly, comforting boyfriend mode (he especially likes the cuddly part because you’re just so soft).

If he sees any fox plushies in stores when he’s out and about, he’ll show it you and tell you how it looks just like you (he’ll even hold it up next to your face and pretend to do a comparison with a cheeky grin while you try and fail to look annoyed, unable to fight off a smile every time). If you’re not with him, he’ll send you a picture of it and tell you it reminded him of you (he’s always thinking about you honestly), or sometimes he’ll just straight up buy it for you (or do both). Yes, you have way too many fox plushies at home now. (But you also do the same to him so you have way too many bird plushies as well.)

Let him leave the house unsupervised and left up to his own devices and expect quite a few text spams of:

[Keigo sent an image.]

[LOOK AT THIS ONE]

[Keigo sent an image.]

[THIS ONE HAS YOUR EYES???]

[Keigo sent an image.]

[Almost as cute as you 💕]

And once you think it’s finally over and your phone will stop torturing you with its constant buzzing, a few minutes later he’ll text you again. [Babe… don’t be mad but HYPOTHETICALLY how would you feel about sleeping next to five new fox plushies tonight? Once again, HYPOTHETICALLY.]

Reading that, you can literally imagine him saying it as though he was right in front of you with a playful smile on his face, not even the least bit bashful, and badly concealing a shopping bag overflowing with stuffed animals behind his back.

Knowing he already bought them anyway, you have no choice but to agree to the inanimate newcomers that will now be joining in on your cuddle sessions with your boyfriend.

You shake your head in defeat as you text him back that no, you totally wouldn’t mind, and then glance over at the rapidly growing stack of stuffed animals you two already have.

He likes to talk about how you’re perfect for each other because of your quirks and how you make such an amazing “animal duo” or whatever silly name he comes up with that time.

“Please stop googling new nickname ideas, none of are going to catch on.”

Cue camera pan to Keigo typing away on his laptop, furiously searching for an even catchier duo name, tongue slightly sticking out of the side of his mouth in concentration. He doesn’t even look up when you speak, eyes instead lighting up as he reads something. “Okay, so what I’m hearing you say is that you want to see the brand new one I found.”

You’ll probably groan because please, someone help.

“Hey! Don’t give me that look, I know you want to see it.” Aaaaand now he’s pouting which is stupidly cute on someone like him—a pro hero high up on the rankings—and you have to admit you are a little curious. And that’s how you end up giving in and leaning over his shoulder to see what in the world he’s found this time.

(He may also take advantage of the position you two are in now to quickly turn his head to the side and plant a wet kiss on your cheek, lips, jaw—wherever his lips end up really before you can go reeling back from his sneak attack and scolding him while he’s laughing at your expense. Don’t put it past him to cheekily ask for more even after pulling that stunt—spoiler alert: you sigh and agree once again when he pulls out the pouty look for the second time in the last five minutes.)

He loves cuddling with you on the couch when watching a movie, or in bed right before you fall asleep, because your fur is really warm and soft. You should get used to this because even if you manage to roll him off of you, he’ll somehow end up right where he was before. Each and every time.

Buys you cute outfits!!! He goes out of his way to make sure whatever he buys you doesn’t get in the way of you using your quirk while still making sure you look stylish.

(“My baby deserves to look good!”)

(“…Keigo, please, my closet is already overflowing.”)

Tons of gifts related to your quirk. He just thinks it’s so cute. Somehow simultaneously finds both the tackiest and the nicest things ever to give you. The duality means that any time he hands you a gift bag it’s always a gamble as to what’s inside. (“What? I’m just keeping you on your toes! Plus, I thought the fox-themed crocs were pretty cute, I don’t know why you didn’t appreciate them more.)

Overall, he just loves being by your side constantly and always having an arm around you or touching you in some way because you’re soft and fuzzy and he loves showing you off, and he spoils you a lot as well, even if you tell him you already have way more things than you’d ever need.

Bakugou Katsuki

He pretends he doesn’t care about your quirk all that much, but he actually thinks it’s pretty cute and will sometimes absentmindedly stroke your head or play with your fur when you’re just lounging around in his room. If you catch him in the act and ask him about it, he’ll quickly pull his hand away and tell you you were just imagining things.

You know he secretly loves being close to you though, so you’re not afraid to just climb right on top of him when he’s laying down and snuggle into his chest. He’ll probably curse and tell you to get off, but there’s an interesting dilemma that’s always presented:

“Kat, if you want me to get up, you have to stop hugging me first.”

“…fuck no.”

If you’re feeling insecure about your quirk, he’ll be confused because why? You got into U.A. didn’t you? So it’s not like your quirk is terrible or anything.

Yeah, he’s not that great at motivational speeches. But through a lot of cursing and fumbling over his words, he’ll eventually find some way to get it out that he loves your quirk and that you shouldn’t be ashamed of it. Plus, he wouldn’t date a weakling would he? You hit him playfully on the arm when he says that and then he quickly tries to reword it so it doesn’t sound so mean. Please give him a chance.

He loves to intimidate people with his power, but if it’s a class training exercise and he can’t fight whoever you’re up against personally, he’s definitely supporting you because he refuses to lose, even if it’s through you. Cue him screaming words of support from the sidelines and everyone barely containing him from jumping in there and finishing the fight himself because he’s so pumped up.

He also has a lot of respect for your abilities though and has faith in you, so even if you get hit, while he’s still concerned for you, he knows you can take it and will get right back up.

Now, if you get really hurt, he’s the first one to rush to Recovery Girl’s room to check up on you (after first beating up the person who did that to you, of course).

Speaking of this protective side, if anyone makes fun of you their ass is absolutely getting beat!!!

You’ve actually had to stop him a few times from getting into a fight with a group of students he thought were looking at you the wrong way, but you know he’s just looking out for you and find it all pretty funny and endearing.

His rough personality is a perfect contrast to your soft persona (it’s the fur honestly) and everyone at U.A. likes the play on the “opposites attract” trope you two have going on.

Best couple ever honestly because of the pure balance.

Katsuki may not be the best with traditional sweet and caring words, but you understand him better than anyone and anything he does for you you can tell comes from a place of love.

Kirishima Eijirou

#1 fan right here!!!

He thinks it’s cute how you’re so soft and cuddly due to your fox traits while his quirk is all about hardening.

It’s a funny contrast to him but it just makes him want to protect you even more (although he also knows you’re definitely not fragile and can stand up for yourself as well).

If you ever feel insecure about your quirk, you better be prepared to be bombarded with love. He can tell when you’re feeling down and in a school filled with people with so many amazing quirks, he knows what it’s like to sometimes not like yours.

(If he ever falls into a self-loathing spiral, lamenting about how his quirk isn’t as flashy as others, you always know exactly what to say to cheer him up. You’re both each other’s rocks and it strengths your relationship greatly to be so effortlessly open with one another.)

He’s also good with understanding people, no matter what hard exterior they put up (as seen by his friendship with Bakugou), so he makes sure that you feel comfortable around him and are able to talk about any insecurities you’re feeling.

He asks tons of questions about your quirk sometimes because he’s just in awe whenever he watches you, and when you’re cuddling in bed, he likes to stroke your fur (also it feels really comforting so you can’t really complain).

He’s just so interested and in love with you that he’s constantly talking with you.

“Tell me the kitsune legend again,” he’d request, resting his chin in his palm, elbow propped up on the table, and staring at you with pure adoration in his eyes.

“No, this is the third time and we’re supposed to be studying math. How did we even end up talking about Japanese folklore and mythology?”

“Well-”

“Don’t make me tell Bakugou you’re slacking off again,” you threaten with a mischievous grin and a dangerous glint in your eye. The clash of your sweet expression with the warning undertone makes him unsure if you’re joking or not but he decides not to take any chances or push his luck.

That usually clams him up and he looks absolutely adorable as he scrunches up his face when he goes back to trying to work out the difficult math problem.

Anyone who makes you feel bad about your quirk is catching these hands, he does not care!!! Well, maybe he’ll try to be civil at first, but once he sees they’re not backing down, oh boy, he’s going full scary boyfriend mode.

He’s so protective of you, but when you do fight and stand up for yourself, he’s hyping you up so much and supporting you 100%. Expect lots of kisses and hugs and words of praise as he tells you you did great out there.

“Babe, you’re so amazing! I love you so much,” he’d say as he squishes you to his chest (you’re pretty sure he’s about to suffocate you), peppering kisses all over your forehead, temples, and the top of your head after a particularly intense training exercise fight. Everyone has to agree that you two are adorable together, even though some of them pretend to be grossed out with your PDA and stick their tongue out in disgust, turning anyway dramatically.

You two are such a sweet couple. Between all the affection you show each other and your unconditional support for the other person, but also the way you have each other’s backs and won’t hesitate to protect one another, you two just work so well together.

(There’s also a joke going around U.A. about how while Eijirou is soft on the inside because he’s just so supportive, you’re soft on the outside because of your fur. It’s a really stupid saying but you two love it all the same because honestly it’s true.)

#bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #mha imagines #mha scenarios #mha x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima x reader #takami keigo #keigo takami #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #kirishima eijirou #kirishima #please let me know what you think! any feedback is greatly appreciated <333 #love you all!!! <33333 #also requests are open in case anyone wants to send anything in :)

[redpandaramblings]

Sweet Treats  Sero Hanta x F!Reader Birthday fic.

Happy birthday, @reinawritesbnha!!!  Wanted to write you a silly little fic that I hope you enjoy.

Content Warnings:-  Not SFW situations, cake destruction, nudity, crude humor, Mineta mention, awkward situations, mentions of food, mentions of drinking, probably incorrect Spanish, aged up characters.

Spanish translations are provided at the very bottom of the fic.  I suggest waiting to look them up to avoid spoilers.

Y/n protested playfully as her friend dragged her towards the well known restaurant.  “Come on, this place is too fancy.  Pro heroes eat here!  There’s no way we’re getting in without a reservation.”

Her friend laughed, continuing to lead her towards the door.  “One, it’s not too fancy for your birthday.  Two, we do have a reservation!  It’s a weekday, so it actually wasn’t too difficult to get in.  Sucks a little that we can’t party as hard, but we get to celebrate on your actual birthday, so it all works out!  Now come on!  Everyone else is inside already getting everything set up.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, but followed along without further protest.  She really had wanted to go here.  They served some of her favorite foods, and had fabulous service by all reports.  The place was really popular with the pro hero set because of their discretion and their private rooms.  Y/n hoped to maybe catch a glimpse of one of her favorites, but honestly, chances were slim.

Without any fuss, a waiter took their names and escorted them to their reserved private room.  A cheer greeted them as they walked in.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N!!!!”

“Let’s get this party started!”

And get started they did.  Drinks were served and food orders were placed.  Laughter and conversation bubbled around.  Someone pulled out Cards Against Humanity and everyone was cackling and cracking jokes, trying to find the most inappropriate answers to all the prompts.  The fun is briefly interrupted as someone knocks on the door.  A few waitstaff wheel in a covered table holding a rather large cake.  They place it in a good position before bowing and hurrying out.

One of y/n’s friends stands and walks over to it, brows furrowed in confusion.  “This doesn’t look like what we ordered…  It’s way too big.” They murmured.  “What we wanted shouldn’t need it’s own table…”  They rapped their knuckles on the table a few times to emphasize their point.

Suddenly it was like the cake exploded upward.  Flecks of frosting scattered about the room as first a brunet head, then a muscular torso came into view.  Shapely arms pose into a flexing position.  A masculine voice booms “Congrats on making the top…  fifty….”  His voice trailed off as he took in the shocked expressions of everyone in the room.  “Youuuu are not Denki.”

Y/n shook her head as she tried very hard to keep her gaze above his waist level.  A man had just jumped out of her cake.  A naked man had just jumped out of her cake.  A naked pro hero that she happened to have a massive crush on had just jumped out of her cake.  Y/n discretely pinched herself on the thigh.  Yep, it hurt.  Which means Sero Hanta was currently naked in the same room as her, his very nice looking cock covered in cake and cream.  She snapped her gaze back upward as the blushing hero began muttering to himself, clearly on the verge of a panic attack. 

“That was…  The knocks were the cue…  I mean…”

The hero sank to his knees, the messy remains of the box and cake giving him a little bit of privacy.   

“Mi vida se acabó.  Me acurrucaré en este pastel y moriré ahora.  Puedo ver los titulares.  El héroe profesional Cellophane encontrado desnudo y muerto en un pastel.”

Y/n quickly stood up, hurrying over to where the leftover party supplies were.  Luckily, there was a leftover tablecloth, since the restaurant had supplied their own.  She cautiously walked back over to Sero, holding out the tablecloth.

“Hey, it’s alright.  Promise.  Want to cover up with this?”

Sero blinked a few times, taking several deep breaths before he nodded, reaching out and taking the tablecloth.  He hurriedly wrapped it around himself, recovering some of his modesty.  “Gracias.  Lo siento.  I must have been wheeled into the wrong room.”  

Y/n nodded as one of her friends brought Sero a drink to help calm him down.  “Want us to get some staff or find your friends?  I don’t think you want to wear a tablecloth the rest of the night, though it is a rather bold fashion statement.”

Sero closed his eyes, taking a gulp of his drink as he thought for a moment.  “Flag down some staff, but ask them to bring Kirishima here?  He should have my clothes.”

“No need to get dressed on our account!”  One of y/n’s friends chirped.

“In fact we could strip if you want.  Make it all an equal playing field.”  Another friend said as they headed out the door in search of someone to help them.

Y/n buried her face in her hands and groaned.  “I’m going to murder you all.  No court would convict me.  Murder is legal on your birthday, right?”

“Wait, it’s your birthday?”  For the first time since he popped out of the cake, Hanta took his time to actually look around the room.  Black, white, and yellow balloons hung in the corners.  Crepe paper twisted around the edges of the room.  Some presents were piled in one corner.  “Oh Dios Mio, it’s your birthday.  My naked ass ruined your birthday.”

“Not ruined.”  Y/n chuckled, dropping her hands so she could look Sero in the eyes.  “Unexpected for sure.  You’ve definitely made this the most exciting birthday I’ve had.  Will be telling the story for years.  The time I accidentally got a naked man for my birthday.”

Sero raised his eyebrows.  “Not gonna mention the pro hero part?  Some people would pay good money for that, I’m sure.”

Y/n vigorously shook her head.  “No way!  I wouldn’t want to hurt your career like that!  You’ve got lots more important stuff to do than to do damage control on your public image.  I promise it doesn’t leave this room.”

The others in the room nodded and spoke up in agreement.  “Yeah dude.  Honest mistake.  We’ll laugh about it amongst ourselves, then forget about it.”

About this time, the door burst open.

“Dude!”

A blond rushed into the room.  Denki, took a moment to take in the scene in front of him before he doubled over, howling with laughter.  Kirishima, Bakugou, and Mina followed shortly behind.

“Sorry,” Kirishima rubbed his head, slightly embarrassed.  “Once Denks figured out what was going on, we couldn’t stop him.”

“This is better than if it had gone right!”  Denki wheezed, flopping over onto the floor.  “Happy birthday, nice to meet you!  Here’s my dick, give it a lick, it tastes like vanilla!”  Kaminari dissolved into nearly hysterical laughter as both Sero and y/n flushed scarlet.  Bakugou gave Denki a less than gentle boot to the ribs.  “It’s not that funny you fucking overgrown phone charger.  You really need to quit hanging out with Mineta.”

“I don’t know, guys, I think it’s pretty funny.”  Mina grinned as leaned against the doorframe.  “And I must say, the tablecloth toga is on point.  Should consider it for your next costume redesign.”

“Hardy har.  Didn’t realize this was comedy hour.  Now, did any of you payasos bring me my clothing?”

Kirishima held up a bag and gave it a shake.  “Clothes and wipes to get the gunk off ya.”

“Gracias, Eijiro.  You’re the only good man here.”

“Hey!” Bakugou objected.

“You’ll make the buen amigo list again if you manage to get services comped for these lovely folks.”

“Already did that as soon as we figured out what happened, soy sauce face.”

“Excellent.  Thank you.”  Sero sighed.  “Now can you please help me out of this table so that I can get dressed and quit intruding on the party of this encantadora dama?”

“Nope!”  Mina laughed.  “Or at least not right away.  First, pictures!”

“¿Imágenes? ¿Seriamente?”  Sero groaned.

“Absolutely!  We need to capture this moment forever!”

“Agreed!  I’ll take the pics so everyone else can crowd in and hand me your cameras if you want!” y/n’s friend piped up.

“If any of these pictures get out…” Bakugou growled.

“We’ve already been over that.  Personal mementos only!  Scout’s honour!”  y/n’s friend placed a hand over their heart and tried to tame their grin into something more serious.

And so that’s how y/n found herself perched next to her favorite hero, as flash after flash went off, taking group shots.  And it seemed that also just as quickly, Kirishima was helping to haul his friend out of the cake and cardboard remains.  They took over a corner, Denki and Kirishima holding up the tablecloth like a privacy curtain while Sero got himself cleaned up and dressed.  It was around this time that a very apologetic staff member showed up with a large angel food cake, placing it on the table while assuring everyone that their bills had been taken care of.  They wheeled out the other cake as they left.  After Sero was fully dressed, y/n cleared her throat and said,  “Would you like to stay for cake since yours is gone now?  Or have you had enough cake for the night?”

“Well,” Sero drawled, a mischievous grin on his face.  “I’m not rude enough to refuse a lady her wish on her birthday.”

“You had me at cake!”  Denki exclaimed, already sliding into a chair.

Everyone gathered around the table.  Happy Birthday was sung, candles were blown out, cake was cut and distributed.  Conversation flowed surprisingly easy, talking about jobs, and pets, and birthdays past.  Y/n shared about the birthday they’d almost accidentally set their nan on fire due to an unfortunate silly string incident.  Sero told about the birthday that was the day his quirk fully activated and he had accidentally taped himself to the ceiling.  It had taken his family half an hour to find him.  Bakugou claimed to have never had an embarrassing birthday, and threatened to explode his friends' faces when the rest of the Bakusquad started listing one thing after another.  And so several hours flew by with everyone enjoying themselves.  Bakugou finally looked at the clock and stretched, standing up.

“Hey nerds, place if going to close soon.  We need to go grab our shit.”

The others glanced at the clock before also scrambling up.  “Shit, yeah, completely lost track of time!”  Denki headed to the door.  “Later, gators!  Had an awesome night!  Should do it again sometime.  And happy birthday, Y/n!”

“Thanks, was a great night!  And congrats on cracking the top fifty!”  Y/n called.

Denki waved as he walked out the door.  Mina, Kirishima, and Bakugou also said their goodbyes and headed out.  Sero, however, lingered for a bit.

“It did turn out to be a good night.  But I am still sorry for interrupting your party like that.”

“For the last time, it’s fine”  Y/n laughed.

Sero cast his eyes down, bashfully, mumbling protests. But then, he noticed something attached to your bag. He interrupted his own rambling apology to ask “Is that a Cellophane tape dispenser key chain?”

Really, he didn’t have to ask. He knew all his own merch. That particular key chain was one of his first products. It hadn’t sold very well, and had only lasted one small run. They were really hard to find anymore. 

Before y/n had a chance to reply, her friend clapped her on the shoulder and said “Yep! She has three of them. One on her purse, a spare in case this one breaks, and one to keep in pristine condition.”

“Shut!  Up!” Y/n hissed.

Grinning, her friend continued.  “Pretty sure she has at least one of everything of the official merch.  She’s been a mega fan for years.  Total simp.  That’s why the party colors were black, white, and yellow.  Low key Cellophane themed.”

Y/n closed her eyes, resigned.  “If the floor doesn’t swallow me up right now, I’m burning your Dynamite body pillow next chance I get.”

Sero blushed as he grinned, one long arm raising to scratch the back of his head.  “Well now I don’t feel quite so bad about what happened.  One of a kind birthday show for my partidaria número uno.”

Y/n could feel their blush creeping down their neck.  “Really, it was just an honest mistake!  No big deal!”  She squeaked.

“Regardless, I do want to make it up to you, hermosa.  So, how about we exchange numbers?”

“What?!”  Y/n’s squeak reached an abnormally high pitch.

“Well this way we can get in touch, and I can make it up to you somehow.  Some exclusive merch.  Tickets to an event…  A date perhaps?”  Hanta’s grin spread wider.

Y/n’s brain stalled.  Her friends were quick to jump in.  “Yes!”

“She’d love to.”

“She’s free next Friday and Sunday!”

Y/n’s brain started to kick back in “Guys, what?  No!”

“So you wouldn’t like to go out with me next Sunday?”  Hanta whined with an exaggerated pout.

“No!  I mean…”  Y/n drew a deep shaking breath.  “I’d… I’d like that.  If you actually mean it, that is.”

Hanta pulled out his phone and handed it to y/n.  “Absolutely.  Just put in your number and I’ll text you.  No voy a dejar pasar esta oportunidad.  Tendríamos la mejor historia para contarles a nuestros hijos cómo nos conocimos.”

Y/n furrowed their eyebrows, only managing to catch a few words of the Spanish as they entered their number in.  “I didn’t quite catch all that…”

One of y/n’s friends called from across the room.  “Hey slick!  Es mejor que al menos haya una propuesta antes de planificar los hijos.”

Hanta blushed bright red while laughing.  “Noted.”

Y/n handed Sero his phone back.  “Neither of you are going to tell me what you said, are you?”

“Nope!  I’ll be texting you soon, hermosa.  But for now, hasta luego.”  Sero waved before jogging out the door and down the hallway, heading back to his friends.  Y/n waved, before going to help clean up, ignoring the giggles and teasing of her friends.  Soon enough, everything was taken care of.  Y/n said her goodbyes and headed out.  She hadn’t even made it to the car before her phone buzzed in her pocket.  When she pulled it out, there was a text from an unknown number that read “I can’t wait to see what the future brings.  Happy Birthday,  Princesa.”

My life is over.

I'll curl up in this cake and die now.

I can see the headlines. Professional hero Cellophane found naked and dead in a cake.

Thank you.  I’m sorry.

My God.

Clowns

Thanks

Good friend.

Lovely lady.

Pictures?  Seriously?”

Number one fan.

Beautiful.

I will not miss this opportunity. We would have the best story to tell our children how we met.

There better at least be a proposal before you plan of children.

Princess

Taglist- @kat-unzel

#reinawritesbnha #happy birthday #i'm blessed to have you as a friend #birthday fic #sero x reader #hanta x reader #sero hanta x reader #hanta sero x reader #cellophane x reader #sero reader insert #hanta reader insert #reader insert #bnha reader insert #misuse of cake #aged up characters

[starlight-vixen-emiko]

Adrigami actors AU

Hey everyone!

I know I am lagging behind when it comes to posting stuff. My personal life has gotten a bit busy. But my readers have asked me for more Adrigami.

I am absolutely flattered that my readers are asking for more Adrigami and I am stunned the fanbase is still around...I figured the fanbase would be dead after the travesty that happened.

But I do technically have this ficlet...I am sorry it isn’t much. I do got plenty of other Adrigami fanfics planned I am just...Busy right now.

Basically this fanfic is inspired off the Lukanette actors AU where Luka and Marinette are actors who disapprove of script for season 4.

I wanted to write an Adrigami version.....I hope it’s good enough.

Warning: This ficlet is generally anti adrienette and anti love square, you have been warned.

Enjoy lovebugs! <3

~~~~~~

Adrien was at his wit's end as he sat on a bench by the pier and clutched his blonde hair.

"That was painful!" He cried. "What were the show writers thinking?"

His girlfriend Kagami sat beside him and gave him a sympathetic look.

"I thought you did very well, Adrien," Kagami said gently.

Adrien raised his head and threw his hands up. "I felt like a total clown!"

Kagami held on to his arm. "That was what the show writers were going for," she whispered into his ear.

"I cheated on your character," Adrien said with disgust in his voice. "My character is supposed to be likable and a good guy, but my character cheated on yours."

"Why do fans praise this type of stuff?!" Adrien cried. "Even the show's narrative saw nothing wrong with the cheating," Adrien hung his head.

Kagami looked at her boyfriend with nothing but understanding in her eyes, knowing that it was all just a stupid act.

"All this just to get my character together with Marinette's character. It's absolutely ridiculous!" Adrien cried. "Marinette is just a friend. I cannot stress that enough!"

Kagami had to agree deep down, but she didn't have much say on the show she starred in, no matter how ridiculous the show becomes.

"It wasn't you," Kagami said. "You don't have to feel guilty."

Kagami turned and took a moment to rub her temple. "It was hard for me to say that Marinette recognized your schedule and that you and Marinette were made for each other with a straight face."

Adrien gave a pleased smile. "You are a better actor than me Kagami. Sometimes I get so frustrated that I just want to freehand the script. After all, sometimes the best scenes are against the original script."

"And when the director told Marinette and me to close the umbrella on both of us and laugh like love birds, I had to bite my tongue," Adrien cried.

But Adrien wasn't allowed to argue, no matter how arrogant the show writers are.

"Who laughs when they get trapped in an umbrella with someone else?" Adrien cried. He was starting to become a bit hysterical. "How is that romantic?!"

Kagami giggled slightly. "Maybe we should try it ourselves and see if it is really romantic."

Adrien and Kagami paused. They gave each other serious expressions until smiles formed from their faces, and they laughed over such a silly idea.

But they can only laugh at a bad script for so long until next week when they film for another lousy episode.

Adrien sighed. "Those snobby show writers refuse to recognize my genius! Like an entire episode of Chat Noir and Ryuuko fighting crime together."

Kagami smiled, thinking what could be if they were in charge of their own characters.

"I mean," Kagami took a moment to run her fingers on Adrien's thigh. A move she would always make when suggesting something to her boyfriend. Adrien was always excited over her adventurous suggestions.

"We could always roleplay that at home," Kagami said slyly.

Adrien turned and looked into Kagami's eyes. He was overcome by her adorable cat eyes that shined like tiger eye gemstones. He gently cupped her face with his hands and stroked her cheek with his thumb. 

"Really, Kagami, you are the only queen in my eyes," Adrien said as his peridot green eyes sparkled for her.

Kagami smiled. "That's my Adrien," she said.

The pure sunshine boy she loved dearly. Selfless, heroic, and such a loyal gentleman.

Adrien and Kagami moved in for a kiss. A blissful kiss that they didn't get to share on camera. They playfully fought each other's lips as Kagami pulled out her phone and took a selfie of the two of them kissing.

When the two of them broke the kiss Kagami smiled at the perfect moment she expertly took despite her eyes being closed the entire time.

Adrien smiled and took Kagami's phone from her. Taking a moment to write down "I love Kagami!" before posting that image on his Instagram.

Kagami giggled for a moment. "You're going to make the fanbase so angry!"

Adrien took a moment to stroke Kagami's cheek again with his fingers as he gazed at his beautiful girlfriend. "Hm, doesn't matter to me."

The fans of the show wanted Adrien and Marinette to date in real life. It made all the actors uncomfortable because Marinette and Adrien already had their partners. It was disturbing how many fans couldn't distinguish tv shows and movies from reality.

Adrien took the latest script and tossed it into the ocean with a satisfied look on his face.

Kagami smirked over that idea and dropped her script into the ocean as well.

"God, if I read another script from the writers, I'll go insane," Adrien said. "They can't pay me to go on set and act like a clown again. Unless they want to see us make out!"

Kagami gave a pleased smile over that idea and gave her boyfriend a light kiss on the lips, causing a pleased smile to form on his lips. She was calm about it, but she wanted to raise a middle finger to the misogynistic showrunners as well.

Adrien then took his girlfriend's hand. "We should've done this long ago when Luka and Marinette quit."

Kagami pondered to herself for a moment. "I wonder if they found a new show yet."

Adrien gently squeezed Kagami's hand and stood up with her.

"We can join them!" Adrien announced. "Or we could find another show where you are a beautiful, powerful warrior princess, and I am the compassionate, loyal prince charming."

Kagami smiled over the idea as she and Adrien walked away from the filming set, not planning on returning.

"Now I want to spend all night writing a script," Kagami said.

"I can brainstorm with you!" Adrien said.

"After all, my queen needs a story that will do her justice," Adrien said as he brushed his cheek on hers.

Kagami smiled. "And my King needs a director who will give him an honorable role."

Author’s Note: Ok I had to admit I had fun writing shade like that. Really, that umbrella scene was ridiculous. When I saw that scene I almost called one of my friends and said “Hey, wanna get stuck in an umbrella with me and see if it will be romantic?”

Oh speaking of which. On WIP Wednesday I am gonna post a preview for an Adrigami fanfic I am working on. Stay tuned!

This is Emiko Gale signing out! <3

#sorry if this is lame #adrigami #pro adrigami #anti adrienette #adrien and marinette are just friends in this ficlet! #my fanfiction #my writing

[haikyuuwaifu]

It’s You

PT 2

Genre: Angst

Katsuki snickered, as he, Shoto, and Y/N sat on the plush white interview couch. Y/N merely sneered, jabbing him in the chest with her finger. “Don’t you jab me brat; it’ll only end up in a fight.” he grumbled, stretching his legs and relaxing his back. “Honestly, do you always have to take up so much space you behemoth?” Y/N mumbled, trying in vain to shove him over. Shoto merely snorted a chuckle, as he watched his two closest friends purposely aggravate each other. “Oi, stop dicking around you brats.” Aizawa hissed, his eyes bleeding red. Y/N merely snorted flipping him the finger. “You said we had to behave when the camera was on old man; so eat sh-” before she could finish her sentence she found herself wrapped up and dangling from the ceiling; both Shoto and Bakugo guffawing at the sight.

In another part of the city, Izuku sighed as he popped his back. He had just finished a foot patrol; and was making his way back to the agency he was working in. Pushing the door open, he was met with the big screen tv showing the interview of the current big three. There Y/N sat, smiling pretty as she answered the interviewer’s questions. Most of them were geared to her recent work and how swiftly she had managed to take the number one spot. Izuku shook his head, his mind filling with memories he tried in vain to forget. 

Turning, he made his way to the lockers, when someone shouted behind him. “Deku! How’s it feel?!” they asked him nudging his rib with their elbow. “How does what feel?” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Your best friend is the number one hero! That’s got to be huge right?!” they asked, jabbing his pectoral muscle softly. Izuku merely nodded, a fake smile plastered on his face. “Yeah, it’s great! I’m really happy for them.” he mumbled. “I’ve got some work to do at home, so I’ll catch you around.” he stated, making a swift exit. 

Later that evening, surrounded by nothing but darkness, Deku watched the interview. His heart ached at the familiarity she shared with Katsuki and Shoto. It had been...weeks? or was it months since he last spoke to Y/N? Shaking his head, he paused the interview. It had been long enough that he couldn’t properly remember. The last time he had actually spoken to Y/N was the night he proposed to Ochaco. He had never told her of his plans, fearing she’d try to talk him out of it. What they had overseas was special, but Y/N wasn’t Ochacho; and Deku had loved Ochaco all his teenage life. The next morning, he tried to call Y/N, to tell her the good news; but she didn’t pick up her phone. He stopped by her place, but her stuff was gone. He had been ready to send out a search party, when Kachan called and told him to fuck off. That had resulted in a fight big enough to alert the media and ended with Shoto, Momo, Mina, and Eijiro stepping in to separate them. The other four refused to tell him where Y/N was, and Ochaco had shown up pitching a fit about him messing up their image. Sighing, Izuku pressed play, and continued watching the interview his memories pulling him back to the days; when everything didn’t feel like it had gone to absolute shit. 

In an apartment a few blocks away, the soft sounds of music could be heard throughout the kitchenette. Y/N was humming along to the tune, as she poured a glass of red for Shoto and his boyfriend Shinsou. “Before you say anything, the two of you are staying in the guest bedroom so we can get wasted!” she snickered, filling the glasses to the brim. Shinsou shrugged, sipping his glass. “I don’t work tomorrow, so I could give a fuck less.” Shoto merely snorted, as he made his way to Katsuki’s side to see what he was making for dinner. “By the way, I checked your mailbox on my way over.” Shinsou muttered, waving a fancy envelope. “Guess who also received an invitation to the sham wedding of the century.” he snickered, watching as you slid it open. Pulling it out of the envelope, you scanned the contents; before shrugging and handing it to Katsuki; who swiftly lit it on fire. “Are you and Shoto going?” she asked, sitting next to her purple haired friend. Shoto shrugged, passing Katsuki whatever ingredient he was asking for. “We’re thinking about it. I know Jiro and Momo want you to go, if only so you can look better than the bride.” he murmured winking. “You wanna go boom boom babe?” Y/N asked, eyes turned toward her boyfriend. “That’s up to you babe, I could give a shit less; but Im also not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.” he answered, stirring the pot. “Besides, it’s free food and free alcohol right?” he asked, sidling up to her to give her a soft lingering kiss. “I’ll follow your lead number one hero.” he whispered, winking at her before turning back to the pot on the stove. Clapping her hands giddly, Y/N declared, “It’s settled then gentlemen. We’re going to a wedding!”

@dabilove27

PT 1| PART 3

#it's you #bnha fanfiction #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #bnha #izuku midoriya #izuku midoria x reader #izuku x reader #mha katsuki #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugō #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader