#putting heroes in scandalous outfits

[xxmrs-waynexx]

Gloss & Glasses: Chapter One (940 words)

Pairing: Clark Kent x reader

Warnings: none for this chapter

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The people wanted to know. That’s what you told yourself as you walked through Arkham Asylum. You were being escorted by two armed guards and trying not to make eye contact with anyone in the cells. You had heard of Gotham’s crazies but you’d never come face to face with any. But the criminals around you weren’t who you were worried about. 

Last week, you paced your father’s office venting to him about how boring your magazine seemed. You were running out of shocking fashion trends and celebrity scandals to report on. So, as your heels clicked back and forth and you reapplied your lipgloss anxiously for the third time, your father sighed.

“Why don’t you try reporting on crime? And real important events?” He suggested, as he always did. Perry White was so proud when his daughter told him she was going to college for journalism. However, after she graduated, and showed no interest in newspapers, crime, or anything of the sort, he was very disappointed.

“What billionaires are up to is important. The people wanna know. And besides-” you were cut off by one of your dad’s reporters.

He poked his head in, “Harley Quinn’s been arrested again. Sent to Arkham.”

“Bill, if you have to say again in a tone like that, do you really think it’s news?” Perry looked at him, unamused.

Bill said nothing, simply nodded, and stepped out again. 

“What were you saying?” your dad brought his attention back to you.

“I just had an idea…”

—

So, here you were, sitting across the glass from the infamous Harley Quinn. She sat criss-cross on the ground on her side of the glass and smiled eerily at you.

“I love all the pink,” she told you, motioning to your outfit. You could most commonly be seen wearing pink and/or preppy clothes. Though your father worked for everything your family had, you very much dressed in the old money style mixed with a bit of Mean Girls. You’ve even been compared to Elle Woods. 

You smiled back at her, though yours was much less ‘I’m-going-to-kill-you’ and more genuine. “Thank you. Mind if I record?” You showed her your audio recorder. 

Harley tightened her pigtails one by one and grinned, “Go for it, kiddo. I gotta say… No one’s ever come here to ask me about my style before.”

As you hit record, you chuckled, “Yeah, and I think that is so unfair. I mean, come on, you even made your jumpsuit look cute. You’ve got to be one of the top three best-dressed criminals.”

—

After an hour of chatting, the interview turned into a casual conversation. You’d actually gotten to know Harley Quinn and the evolution of her costumes pretty well. And after another hour, you were ready to write up a whole two-pager all about her and her style. 

“Thank you so much for the interview. I promise I’ll get you a copy- I’m allowed to do that, right?” you stood, looking back at one of the guards who had escorted you. He gave a simple nod and that was enough.

“Ah! I’m so excited! Thank you for the girl talk. It’s been too long since anyone tried to talk to me like a person,” Harley also stood, walking backward to sit on her bed.

—

The day you returned to Metropolis was a Sunday. You silently cursed yourself for telling your dad you’d be in the office Monday. Though you didn’t work for him, he did let you take up office space at the Daily Planet and use his software (as well as your own, of course) all for free. 

Out of habit, before bed, you looked out your window to see if you could catch a glimpse of Superman. He was a new hero in Metropolis and you, along with most cityfolk, were very eager to see what he could do. 

With no sign of him this time around, you decided to start up your skincare. The routine you had was incredible. You knew you had an addiction to buying creams, face masks, and new things to keep yourself looking good, but who cared? Your skin was clear, and your heart was happy.

As soon as you put on the same mask you usually wear to bed, you heard car alarms down below your apartment. Rushing to grab your camera, you raced to your back porch and looked down. You fumbled with the camera, trying your best to capture what you could see. Of course it would fall ten stories down.

“No!” You tried to grab it but it was just out of your reach.

Then, the exact thing you were trying to photograph flew your camera up to you. “Drop something, miss?” he had a kind and very handsome voice. It was deep and confident.

“Suh- Suh- Suh-” You slowly took your camera from his hand while he hovered just above the ground.

“Hi, I’m Superman.”

—

The next day, you rushed into work eager to tell your father who you met. But when you walked into (more barged into) his office, he had a young man with glasses sitting at the desk.

“Oh, Clark, this is (Y/N), my daughter. Her office is that obnoxiously decorated one next door. (Y/N), this is Clark, my newest reporter.”

As the two of you were introduced, you couldn’t help but feel he seemed familiar to you somehow.

He politely waved at you with an awkward and shy smile, “Hi, there. Good to meet you.” His voice had a sweetness to it, and a midwestern accent. However, he looked at you like he already knew you.

#dc imagine #dc #dc comics #dc fanfic #superman x reader #superman #clark kent x reader #clark kent #gloss & glasses #series

[writing-sideblog-behind-books]

its during class that it happens. it had been a normal day up until then but suddenly there's a crash and a lound exclamaition of "FUCK!" from the supply closet. the teacher pauses in his explaination of the calculation of the volume of three dimentional objects. before anyone can react beyond starteld gasps and scandalized giggles the door of the supply closed is kicked open - hadn't that been locked? - and a blonde man steps out. he's tall and muscular and wears a hero uniform with gauntlets at his forarms and he has red eyes. "kacchan?" slips out before izuku can stop himself and hastily he claps his hands over his mouth but it's too late. two pairs of red eyes snap to him and again the man says "fuck". this time a lot less angry and a whole lot softer, almost defeated. he pulls something out of his pocked - a phone? it looks sleeker and stronger than the cheap flip-phones some of them have and even than what most of their parents use - presses a few times on the screen and again "fuuuck." in a low, drawn out groan. he puts it away again. "anybody got a phone i can borrow?" his eyes flit over the classroom, taking in every student and returning to izuku multiple times. kacchan, he notices, doesn't even get a glance and is stauchly avoided. the teacher reigns himself in and regains composure. "i- yeah- here, mr.-" his eyes flit to kacchan and if the man notices he doesn't answer the unasked question "dynamight. you likely haven't heard of me" a wry twist to his mouth. he accepts the teachers phone and leaves the classroom. his voice and steps can be heard outside, but izuku can't make out anything he might be saying. he doesn't return before the bell rings, nobody having paid attention in the last half of the lesson, and hangs up as he's swarmed by izuku's classmates. kacchan, same as izuku, isn't with them. there are a thousand question's swirling in his skull and he's been frantically noting down theories but he can't bring himself to ask, or to even approach the man. kacchan simply looks uncomfortable, eyes lingering on the man's eyes, his hair, his outfit. he must be as aware as izuku, their teacher, and likely some of their classmates are of who that hero might be and the implications behind that. as he returns the phone to their teacher his eyes skate back over izuku. "fuck, you're tiny" he tells him then rakes a hand through his hair, distressed? and with an awkward nod at kacchan, he then leaves. thoughts about the encounter continue plaging izuku's thoughts his way home until suddenly, there's a villain and he's choking and then, there's all might. all might, as it turns out, is horribly wounded and doesn't think someone quirkless is able to become a hero. and if even he thinks so then it must have been izuku who was delusional all his life. but it doesn't matter because there is kacchan, choking and dying the same way izuku was earlier and this is izuku's fault, he had distracted all might and pushed the bottle out of his pocket and kacchan looks so scared and suddenly he's running and the sludge villain is attacking him but then there's all might. kacchan is safed and the weather changed. as izuku is scolded by the pro's for his recless behaviour he catches sight of the man, gauntlets missing, the mask gone and a miruko hoodie instead of the top he wore before. only the cargo pants and the boots remaining of his uniform. he looks like a civillian. the man vanishes around the corner and izuku is still getting scolded.

"so that's how it happened, huh." the voice is deeper than izuku is used to but it's kacchan's and he startels at it turning the corner and coming face to face with the man. all might is making his way to the train station and has just made izuku is successor and apparently the man overheard them and does this count at izuku failing at keeping the secret. "relax, i knew about that already. was just missing the specifics." the man reaches a hand out and izuku, despite himself, flinches. the man freezes, a horrified look flashing across his face. then muscle by muscle he unlocks and pats izuku's shoulder. "the latebloomer excuse might fool everybody else but i know better. i figued it out like a couple months in" and if that isn't a conformation of everything izuku doesn't know what is.

#katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #time travel #bnha #mha

[holdontwstistakingovermymind]

Dressing Up As Their Movies for Halloween: Alice in Wonderland

This is like in a self-aware MC au. You know you're in a Disney inspired property, and chose to go as Alice for Halloween this year. The dorms also know who your costume is thanks to your stories.

There will be other parts to this of people like it. Idk how well this will do though so I may loose motivation and drop it 😭 thanks for reading

♡

Cute Alice outfit.

(If you want a traditional version, it's actually pretty simple to put together compared to other costumes. However, getting something "Alice inspired" is much easier. You just need to get Che'nya's help stealing from a certain someone's wardrobe.)

Trey is very quick to give compliments. He most likely puts the connection together right away and enjoys seeing you in something a bit more frilly then your usual wear.

Ace and Deuce will definitely take a few minutes to understand what character you're trying to portray. It's oddly familiar, but they can't pin point why.

^They have short attention spans and probably didn't really listen to any of the deeper detail you gave when retelling the original Alice in Wonderland story.

(^^Ace was too focused on making comparisons between the Red Queen's tyranny and Riddle's own rule while Deuce was simply just caught up in the scandal.)

Cater has probably already asked you about your costume before you revealed it to the others. Whilst a bit disappointed that he can't exactly match with you -his plans for halloween already spoken for- he takes a lot more pictures for his social media then usual.

^^Admittedly no one outside knows what the hell the costume is supposed to be of because many people already dresses like that, but the dorms do, and that's all that matters. They're really all he's trying to show off to.

Riddle definitely blushes a lot at first, torn between being flattered that you chose the supposed hero from his story and also insulted for that same reason.

Also he's CONSTANTLY readjusting your outfit whenever something is out of place. He says it's because you're currently representing his dorm, so you must be more presentable. You both know that's only half true.

If you wear a wig, Ace will definitely pull it off at one point. There's no mercy behind those eyes.

Begging for help is useless. Especially from Deuce, who will just shake his head and shrug. (<Though, he probably suggests that Ace looks better with it on.)

Trey will help you readjust you wig when you do, eventually, get it back. He'll smooth it down and comb out any tiny knots, but you'll need Cater to make it look good.

Riddle probably does brag a little about your costume to the other dorms. It's not super obvious, of course, but put a bunch of your boyfriends in a room and eventually people start comparing.

(^ Of course, if you believe a good chunk of them are also dating, this is only funnier.)

Trey thankfully saves you from any actual confrontation with other dorms -several of which are desperately trying to change your costume choice. You can guess who.

Probably one of the more comfortable costume options. Ace suggests this is a good reason for you to wear it more often.

Most of the pictures taken of you in your Alice outfit don't involve anyone else in costume lmao. It's like someone ordered family pictures. You just look normal amongst the cards. Which is a noticeable difference in comparison to your usual Ramshackle uniform.

Every cosplayer's dream. Until you ask Riddle to have a tea party and he takes it too seriously.

Especially great if you dress Grim up as Chesire Cat. Che'nya may get a kick out of it but Ace and Deuce will never let the little magical rat bastard live it down.

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #heartslabyul #twst #heartslabyul x reader

[midoriyaas]

WAIT WAIT I THOUGHT OF ANOTHER THING FOR THE IDOL! Y/N AU

NOW IMAGING BIG STRONG PROHERO DEKU BEING YOUR BIGGEST FANBOY

like in this one you don’t know eachother at all but you do know that you went to ua together

just him having a really popular stan account for you but no one knows it’s their number one hero behind the screen 🥹

shows up to as many of your fan events in a disguise bc he’s yknow, deku!! worlds greatest hero and all that jazz!!

will try so hard to learn your group’s choreos but he needs to clean up the moves a lot 🥹

when you release your first solo album you bet he’s buying every version available

one day his manager calls him to tell him about a photoshoot for his new merchandise with people from the sponsor company but they don’t disclose with who….

to his surprise it’s you!! his favorite idol!!

he has to hold back from fanboying too hard in front of you, but he can’t hide his blush when you mention that he’s your favorite hero 🫶🏽

you two get to talk to eachother during a short break in the photoshoot while they set up the next shots, and you realize you have a ton in common

he also comes clean about being your number one fanboy which causes you to go slack jawed because “DEKU?!? THE WORLDS GREATEST HERO?!? LIKES ME?!?”

face fully flushed and feeling like you’re on cloud nine, you get changed into the next outfit for the last part of the shoot and it goes smoothly!

you exchange numbers at the end of the shoot and start talking after that

that’s when the dating scandals start up, paparazzi catch the two of you at hero museums, and hold i hands at theme parks, they also catch izuku coming out of your agency’s building a few times

you post very vaguely about someone new in your life and the netizens go wild putting two and two together

-you were seen wearing one of deku’s famous “t-shirt” shirts during rehearsals….

-you’re taking pictures in an apartment that looks eerily similar to deku’s……

-and when the pictures from the photoshoot are released people begin theorizing even more, especially since both of you have a two page spread together,,,, and you look like such a power couple

-people also catch deku staring longingly at your advertisements during his patrols

so they catch on really quickly lol, y’all aren’t slick at all 🙄

when y’all do end up announcing your relationship there’s mixed reaction from both of your fanbases, on one hand your true fans wish nothing but the best for your new relationship, on the other hand there’s people calling you a gold digger and saying that you’re just gonna distract their number one….

everyone shuts up real quick when you post a video of the two of you dancing together under a starry night sky, you can vaguely hear laughter and people can notice that he’s nervous to step on your feet, although people cant see your faces fully due to the dark lighting of the video, they can just tell how perfect you are for eachother.

POWER COUPLE!!!!

YALL ARE HELLA INFLUENTIAL

anything you guys do or anything you promote sells out in seconds….powercouple i tell you

icons in love

okay i have no more ideas the brain worms are gone, but i need izuku to say i’m his fav performer of all time please i’m begging g u universeee 😭

#izuku my love <3 #deku x idol!reader #izuku midoriya x reader fluff #pro hero izuku #izuku midoriya x idol reader

[vintage-tech]

scans: Time magazine, October 22, 1945

World War 2 had ended a month and a half earlier and now everyone was trying to figure out what they were supposed to be doing in peacetime. (The advertisements still include a line saying “Buy War Bonds” at the bottom.) Let’s take a jaunt through this exciting time, where Time had a lot of political statements to make because so much was going on right then.

Czechoslovakia started in 1918. ceased existance under the Nazis in 1939 but Beneš maintained a government-in-exile, was restarted in 1945 once the war ended, and ceased existance for good in 1989.

That’s right, we bombed Hiroshima because they had ball bearings. This is one of three advertisements by bearing makers.

That time the Daughters of the American Revolution were unsurprisingly racist, and President Truman called them Nazis... but then his wife Bess had tea with the DAR, which pissed off Scott’s husband, US Representative Adam Clayton Powell, Jr.  Scott got the last laugh when Representative Powell booked Carnegie Hall for her and the show was a huge success.

I will post the entire article soon. Some people are reading too much into the character and not doing enough reading of the comic strip itself. (Also, he claims that Wonder Woman is both a Nazi and a whore. Clearly Ong has a thing for either the soft-heroes of Marvel or the horror comics from Entertaining.)

You’ve got to move to Memphis, that’s what I’ll do... There’s also a full-page ad for moving to Cleveland. “75 million customers within 500 miles!”

“Experts agree that Shirley [Temple] has a good many years ahead -- either in or out of the movies.” Mostly out since she did 8 more films over the next two(!!) years then mostly bowed out of Hollywood. Also, remember that in the 1940s, premarital sex was taboo so the premise of Temple’s character getting knocked up by her boyfriend was scandalous. Marriage at 17, as she had done, was not.

This guy.

A two-page spread for magnesium. A decade later, the rave would be aluminum, and that particular metal is still with us.

Heil (thppt!) Heil (thppt!) right in the Fuhrer’s face. The Nuremberg trials started on November 20 so things were going to stay interesting for a year.

I’ve asked the purists: Aralac fiber, derived from the casein in milk -- “wool made from cheese” -- makes the clothing vegetarian but not vegan, and no cattle died to make that outfit.

Lastly: You’ll have to click over to my typewriter blog to see the clunky post-war typewriter Smith-Corona was advertising (an Army office model), when what they really put on the market once they had unshelved all the parts they had stockpiled prior to the war (to make rifle firing pins for a spell) were some really stylish and handsome Silents, Sterlings, and Clippers.

#1945 #vintage #advertisement #magazine #technology

[your-absent-father]

WIP INTRODUCTION

False gods

Progress: planning, things will change

Genre: dark comedy, romance

Tropes/themes: cruel side of fame, mafia shenanigans, queer characters, poc characters, problematic main character, found family, none of these people are good people in the end, family doing crimes

Warnings: gore, blood, problematic leads, substance abuse, crime, former abusive relationships.

Aurora Four is a name known by almost everyone on earth. Not because of their music, gods no. They were better than average singers and below average songwriters. Aurora Four were more known for their secretive performance outfits and the thirty-four counts of armed robbery, three murders and one arson case that broke up the band in 27th of august 2019.

False Gods is a story of Beatrix Jones, Nikita Grant, Stevie Dylan and Louis Knight, more famously known as Roseblood, Dollface, King and Jester, the elusive members of Aurora Four, rock band that intrigued the world by hiding their identities under their masks, shielding their true selves from the audience.

Two years before, Beatrix Jones had ruined the reputation of the Hectics, up and coming rockband she and her friends tried their best to put on the map. All their work went to waste after she got arrested for beating up a paparazzi, and getting away with it with her parents money. Desperate for fame, Stevie Dylan asks help from his father, millionare eager to help his son to reach his dreams.

With the new agency bought by Stevie's father, the group has a new name and a team, who are ready to help their find their new identity. They realize too late that their new team is more shady than they realize and the deal they made was more than some of them bargained for.

Characters under the cut:

Main Characters:

Beatrix "Baz" Jones aka "Roseblood"

Singer

The mask: mask made out of rosethorns

Beatrix Jones is a rockstar, at least in her head. She is obsessed with fame, and would do everything to get it. Her heroes are the rockstars of the 70s and her own grandfather, famous drummer from the 70s who left his whole family behind, including Beatrix's own father, to chase the fame and rock and roll.

Faceclaim: Hayley Bennett

Relationships:

Stevie - occasional hook up, best friend

Nikita - friendly

Louis - protective sister over him

Fun facts:

~ most clothes are from auctions.

~ she is the only inheritor of her grandfather's money

~ her parents are lawyers, she grew up upper class

~bisexual but keeps finding questionable men to date

Stefan Harkness aka Stevie Dylan aka "King"

Songwriter, guitarist

Mask: devil horn mask

Stevie hated his dad growing up. Even if he lived in wealth, that wealth came with a price Stevie would have rather avoided. When Beatrix's scandal happened, Stevie's choices became fewer and fewer. He had lived only for music to that point and he didn't want to stop it now, not if the other option was to loose his best friend. Stevie promised hismself that he would keep everyone in his band safe, whatever would come in their way.

Faceclaim: Charlie Rowe

Relationships:

Beatrix Jones - occasional hook up, best friend

Nikita Grant - good friends

Louis Knight - good friends

Elize Grant - has a crush on

Valentine Lee - childhood friends

Evalyn Harkness - half sibling

Fun facts:

~ owns matching leather jackets with Beatrix

~ came up with Stevie because of Stevie Nicks. Is very adamant that it works for him too

~ is very adamant about many things, like being the most sensible member (he is very wrong about that)

~ only straight person in the group, at least in his stubborn opinion. Very dumb detective could make him realize things.

Nikita Grant aka "Dollface"

Bassist

The mask: shattered porcelaine doll face

Nikita always hated the idea of being seen. After escaping a ex boyfriend for a while, she finally got a fresh start with her daughter in her sisters house, who is starting out as an agent. After one thing lead to another, she was stuck in a band with people she mostly tolerated, just in case anything might happen. She kept quiet for so long, all of it leading up to a deal she would have rather avoided.

Faceclaim: Samantha Logan

Relationships:

Elize Grant - sister

Beatrix Jones - resents

Stevie Dylan - secretly hates

Louis Lee - resents

Ivy Grant - daughter

Fun facts:

~ is actually the most talented songwriter in the group but doesn't get to show it often due to group divas

~ realized she was a lesbian when Ivy was 1 year old

~ has the most stable love life out of the four

Min-Jae Lee aka Louis Knight aka "Jester"

The drummer

The mask: old time jester mask

Louis has had his fair share of failures in his lifetime. After running back to america from South Korea, he has had no luck in the career he wishes to get. Music has always been everything to him, but his good nature has always been a roadblock in a ruthless world of entertaiment industry. He almost felt like all was lost, until he met the group that would soon become Aurora Four. Now, with a group of friends in his side, he could do anything

Faceclaim: Song Kang

Relationships:

Beatrix Jones - sibling like bond

Stevie Dylan - friendly

Nikita Grant - friendly

Fun facts:

~ gay

~ he was a kpop trainee that got kicked out

~ refuses to tell why

Side characters:

Elize Grant

Ex manager

Hectics, aurora fours manager. Beatrix, Stevie and Louis were Elize's first group of people, chance to show herself in their first job. She even got their own sister to join in the band and was the mastermind for the most thing in the groups branding. After the band got kicked out, Elize joined the band which has been her baby, into the unknown, and the deals that happened after it.

Faceclaim: Jasmin Savoy Brown

Relationships:

Nikita Grant - sister

Stevie Dylan - crush

Beatrix Jones - enemy

Fun facts:

~ she uses she/they pronouns

~ pansexual

~ they are too good for Stevie

"Valentine" Lee

New "manager"

Valentine has known the Harkness family since he was a kid. He used to play with Stefan and Evalyn while their families formed bonds he still kept up as an adult. After Stefan left the family, he has worked second in command for Evalyn, who took over division he was more than happy to help with. He is a stern person with darkness behind his emotionaless face.

Faceclaim: Lee Soo Hyuk

Relationships:

Stevie Dylan - childhood friend

Evalyn Harkness - childhood friend

Damien Walker - work aquitance

Fun facts:

~ coming soon

Evalyn Harkness

The leader

After Harkness family head went on a long vacation to find himself with women youbger than Evalyn, Evalyn has taken over the Harkness business. She wishes to be as great as her father, and would agree on any plan that would make it happen.

Faceclaim: Christian Serratos

Relationships:

Stevie Dylan - sibling

Valentine Lee - childhood friend

Damien Walker - work friend

Fun facts:

~ bisexual

~ that's it for now lmao

Other characters:

Damien Walker - Social media manager and the tech guy under Evalyn. Louis' love interest.

Ivy Grant - Nikita's 4 year old daughter

Nicholas Harkness - Evalyn's and Stevie's father. May or may not be dead

Vince December - Indie singer, Nikita's baby daddy, in jail for arson he says he didn't commit

Achilles Hansley - detective in charge to look at a crime group terrorizing banks all over the world. Not the sharpest tool in the shed.

Story tag: WIP: fg

#wip: fg #fg #writeblr #writing #wip introduction #wip intro

[regensia]

@distopea​ / Bad said . . .

“If you peek inside the room before I’m fucking done, I swear I’m going to flat your balls as if they were some fucking mochis paste!” He yelled from the bathroom, unable to hide his discomfort in his voice. He had asked the hunter to sleep at his place tonight, BECAUSE he had a surprise for him, but while he was actually putting on these leather stripes right onto his skin, he felt like the stupidest scumbag in the world. He had ordered this outfit on the Internet, somehow certain that it would please Garou, but the more time flew, and the more he regretted his decision.

Tsk, what a coward! He insulted himself silently through the mirror, before he actually put his uniform back on, even if it was hard to hide the reliefs of the leather stripes under the fabric of his tank top. Well, Garou was a moron himself so perhaps he didn’t need to be too subtle either. He had probably understood that Bad had some intentions hidden in his invitation after all. Bad mustered his courage up and eventually stepped out of the bathroom, unable to hide the massive flush invading his features.

“Tadam!” He said with a sarcastic tone, opening his arms to reveal his presence, dark eyes glaring at Garou. “No surprise for you because you’re a loser!” He spat and pretended he was still totally cool and badass, before he stepped closer. From that distance, it was entirely sure that Garou could see there was something under his top, but maybe Bad could play pretend a bit longer. He started to crawl on the bed, frowning. “I don’t like that face of yours. Why the fuck are you smiling like that?”

     “Alright, alright,” Garou could only complain back to the other after hearing him yelling from the bathroom. He wasn’t peeking and didn’t have any intention to, but the other’s words just confirmed that there was definitely something up tonight. Bad didn’t often specifically go out of his way to invite Garou to spend the night, just allowing him a place to crash from time to time, likely to also keep an eye on him so he’d stay out of trouble. So that fact paired with the other’s paranoia while hiding in the bathroom certainly piqued the hunter’s curiosity. He sat on the bed still in seiza rather than getting comfortable, already his mind racing through possibilities, wondering what sort of surprise might be in store. Was the other secretly into lingerie or something scandalous? Or maybe there’s be something tacky and hilarious like fuzzy ears, the sort of thing he’d seen in the windows of adult stores. 

     It’d been definitely a hot minute since he felt anticipation like this, and thus he nearly deflated when the hero burst out of the room, arms up and presenting his usual outfit paired with usual biting words. Nearly. Instead did the martial artist raise a brow to regard the other, noting the heavy blush that made Bad’s face just about match that red turtleneck. It was only once the other came close did a grin start to spread across Garou’s face, a little amazed and dumbfounded.

     “Hang on.” Finally he sat back a bit to a more comfortable position, unfolding his legs so that he could reach a hand up to the other’s shoulder. Fingertips traced the hard line beneath the fabric of Bad’s shirt, straight down along his chest as he felt the edge of some kind of material – leather, probably. “What’s this?” Before there could be an answer, he was quick to seize the edge of his partner’s shirt, wrenching it upwards to expose the harness. Garou hummed his approval, pleasantly surprised, before looping fingers onto the straps to yank the other close to him, Bad’s balance be damned. He was downright excited now, feeling like he just scored a huge victory, won an important match, or something. Nothing could compare to the adrenaline surging through his veins, grin widening to reveal that wolfish smile, yellow eyes full of hunger boring into the hero’s dark and embarrassed gaze as he brought their faces close.

     “... you did this for me? Can I eat?”

#distopea #✸ ANSWERED. ( GAROU. ) #✸ CALL AN AMBULANCE BUT NOT FOR ME. ( GAROU. / BAD. ) #( he's finna be unstoppable now that's all I can say )

[vvienne]

excerpt from my zukka wip, which hasn’t even gotten to the zukka yet…. but I Will Finish This Fic

“Why do you care?” he asked. “Shouldn’t you be pleased? You can go and report back to Father about my latest failure. There’s no way this sham marriage will work out.”

Azula pushed herself until she was sitting on his desk, her legs swinging. She looked comfortable and at home in her dark red blazer and matching high heels. Zuko knew that her blazer was padded at the shoulders to give off the illusion of broadness, but it really was a very convincing outfit. <i>Azula always lies.</i> Unlike his sister, Zuko knew he was a shit liar. He didn’t think he had ever looked at home in the sterile, imposing building of Sozin Industries, not even after spending, in essence, his entire life locked into orbit around his father and the business.

“It’ll work,” she said simply. “It has to. I’ll put it dumb it down for you, Zuko: the scandal with Bujing invites much more attention than we want right now. The public <i>needs</i> to be with us — and although it’s wildly unfathomable to me, they seem to like you well enough to be interested in your wedding. It’s news, Zuko, the kind that brings in money and favor instead of lawsuits.”

“That’s all fine,” Zuko said. “Whatever. I get that. But why this? Isn’t this too convoluted? And Mai — clearly we didn’t work out for a reason. I’m not putting her through this kind of ordeal. Even if the plan works like you said, it hinges on everyone watching us! She hates that kind of attention.”

“Oh, noble Zuko,” said Azula, putting on a faraway, pouty sort of face. “Chivalrous Zuko. Oh, Prince Zuko, such a hero…”

Zuko wanted to strangle her. “Fuck off! I’m trying to be a decent person here, but of course you don’t know anything about that. God, just marry her yourself and save me the trouble.”

Azula’s expression soured abruptly at that. She hopped off the desk. “Don’t,” she said inexplicably. And then she continued, as if she’d said nothing, “Just explain it to her properly. And apologize for being a douche. Mai’s a big girl; she’ll make the right decision.”

…

“No,” said Mai flatly.

#my fic

[st4rking]

"With the power of love, I will defeat you" Very late Happy Valentine's Day from Tony Stark and his Love Armor.

#This came from an rp lol #check twitter for something extra #;) #My twitter is linked on my page #this is what this holiday is all about #putting heroes in scandalous outfits #making dude bros upset #I am sorry though #sorry mr marquez that this is what your design turned into #but to be fair #your design is absolutely sexy #so you really should have seen this coming #this is the prime model armor btw #just modified bc in theory it could do this #time for the actual tags #marvel #stony #stevetony #tony stark #iron man #anthony stark #invincible iron man #my art #art #diddlydoo #marvel 616 #marvel comics #earth 616

[wonderlands-wish]

[<·{Villianess is the New Trend!}·>]

Fairytales was the hit fashion trend of the season! What happens when fairytales collide and twist when the "Evil Queen" and "Queen of Hearts" are the same person? Maybe even morphing into more "evilious" roles from storybooks!?

How would are "leads" fight for the right to be her "Hero" in this disastrous, scandalous, "fairytale".

*All characters are aged up there not minors. They are around their early 20's*

|oO*Genderbend x Modern x Fashion Au!Oo|

[Snow White]

Staring at the doe-eyed male. The fashionista clears her throat as she makes the finishing touches on his make-up. Deciding to do it personally since her views of beauty were far more supar than some ditz her team hired. "Well, there wasn't much make-up needed. My work here is done. I shall see you out there."

The beautiful woman stated, her seductive red lipstick capturing his attention instead of her words. His heart and mind enraptured, clearly not knowing what to say as he watched her go.

[Alice In Wonderland]

The deep luminous purple on her nails made the blonde curious. "I thought your favorite color was red?" He questions.

The woman could only shake her head as she sews up the tiniest tear on his shirts sleeves. 'Perfect, I thought I made it a rule that all outfits are checked once again before being put on!' Frowning, the woman cuts the thread carefully.

"I enjoy any colors, but red and purple are the ones that suit me the most this season."

[Sleeping Beauty]

Picking up a few shedded strands of curly blonde hair off the dark caramel vest, (Y/N) pats the models shoulder, waking him up from his daydream. "I decided this will be the best vest out of the three you've tried on. Mitch, get me some paper, thank you." The woman elegantly commanded with the flick of wrist. The stout man grumbles a mindless "yes ma'am," heading off the set with a slight slouch.

"W-we will be s-hi-shooting! In-a f-f-few minutes, ma'am." One of her workers said, a bit jittery when talking with her. Nodding her head with poise, she heads to her seat. The end of her long black jacket fluttering behind her, leaving the star-struck model she was conversing with many minutes prior.

[Cinderella]

"Hmm.." The female boss hums, her chest leaning against the male fashion designers back. Her eyes stuck on the pretty pink short dress he was sketching out. "Very interesting? Where did this inspiration come from?"

She questions, fidgeting with his pencil. The male bashfully smiles. "I was going through my closest and noticed my mothers old dresses. I've been told it was her favorite. So I thought I'd bring it back to life, in tribute." He states, his free hand covering the model he used as a base, which was clearly his boss.

Thankfully she hadn't noticed the wedding gown design next door to the pink sketch.

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What do you guys think? Anymore should I add? Let me know in my ask box!

#yandere fairytales #yandere disney #yandere based disney?? #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere reader insert #yandere prince #yandere genderbend #disney genderbend #disney genderbend???? #really unsure #ask box

[kiribaku-queen]

Hiii congratulation for 1000 followers! U deserve it! So i was thinking of bakugou!prohero a reader where he's always busy and always hv this photoshoot with these hot models or hot pro hero that made reader feel left out. And the last straw was when a newly magazine publish of him kissing other girls cheek (or mouth) (u do u;)) and thats when they had a bad fight that caused reader to run away. I would like it to be heavy angst with a happy ending. I love angst but after a heavy angst i like a happy ending to soothe my heart 😂 if u do choose this, gudluck!

Blinded by the Fame

Angst

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: Thank you so so much for this request! I was actually so excited to do this piece because I already had an idea I wanted to use and this scenario was PERFECTO~! So painful yet so good!

Thank you for the congratulations and I hope this request met your needs! Please let me know your thoughts!

Who said dating an upcoming hero was going to be easy? It certainly wasn’t easy, not in the slightest. You definitely had hard days. There were times when it got so difficult that you wanted to quit. But was loving the hero worth it and fulfilling? Absolutely.

Bakugou Katsuki was the love of your life. Relationships were never easy. Couples always have obstacles and challenges they have to overcome. Even when you were in tears, screaming at each other at the top of your lungs, even if you gave each other the cold shoulder the entire week, nothing could replace the warmth that was Bakugou’s arms. You would never much refuse his touch every tine, but that wouldn’t stop Bakugou from having you in his arms every night, whispering sweet nothings in your ears despite all the things he said prior. And you would forgive him. Of course you would. How could you not?

But being with a rising hero came with bearing a lot of burden that you had to keep to yourself. You didn’t like how he was working all the time. You didn’t like how he came home bruised up, sometimes not even going to the hospital if it means not being able to see you for the night. You couldn’t bare seeing him like that. But that was part of his job and that was never going to change. So no matter how much you absolutely hated the sight, you let him do his hero work because that was what he loved to do. You couldn’t interfere with his dreams of becoming the number one hero.

But the thing that itched you the most was when Bakugou was forced to promotional shoots to get his name out there. The memory of when he first started made you laugh. Being the Bakugou that he was, he flat-out refused to do it. He didn’t like getting his picture taken. He’ll dress up once in a while, and when he does it’s real clean, but he wasn’t a fan of constantly dressing up. But when he finally let go and tried it once, he saw how much fan votes and popularity he was getting and eventually, would do more here and there.

And you didn’t mind if the shoots were by himself, but most of the time, they were with other pro-heroes or very attractive models. And that you feel insecure. How could it not? Your boyfriend getting close to other women while you looked nothing like these women? You didn’t have the body, the face, the money, or the fame these women brought to the table. You would never admit it, but you hated when other women were in the picture. And you hated when one of the women would be touching him. It left a sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach. You were so sure that he was going to leave you for one of them. But he proved his love by dropping down on one knee with the most gorgeous ring.

“Come with me to the shoot,” Bakugou proposed but you hesitated.

“I can just meet you at the restaurant,” you decided. The mention of being on set for one of his photoshoots seemed like a bad idea.

“I want to go together. It won’t even take long. One hour tops,” he swore and brought you by the waist, your body flushed against him. He takes your face in his hands and gently puts your foreheads together.

“I know you’ve been wanting to go to this restaurant forever. Let’s go together,” he whispers and you couldn’t help but fall for that voice over and over again.

“Okay,” you whispered back. He smiles at you, places a small kiss to your forehead, then your lips, before taking your hand to lead you to the car.

The set of the shoot was intimidating. People were running around everywhere, cameras were set in all positions, lights were blinding and hot, the space just looked so busy. And you felt like you didn’t belong. But Bakugou was so used to this kind of scene. He leads you to where the photographer and the director were talking.

“Ah, Pro-Hero Dynamite, you made it!” the director greeted your boyfriend. “Your stylist is in the next room. Go ahead and get changed and we’ll get started.” Bakugou nodded and turned to you.

“I’ll be right back,” Bakugou said and kissed you on the forehead. You watched as your boyfriend disappeared in the sea of people and then you were left all alone.

This was fine. You would just wait in the back patiently for him to be done. And then you two could enjoy a nice evening out at that fancy restaurant you’ve always been wanting to try. Just relax. You closed your eyes and took deep, but slow breaths. There was nothing to get worked up over. Afterall, it looked like Bakugou was doing this shoot by himself.

But you spoke too soon. Bakugou had appeared from the dressing room, looking all dashing and handsome. You felt your heart skip again. He was wearing a red shirt that was unbuttoned to the third button, exposing his broad and muscular chest. Over, he wore a black jacket with leather gloves and pants. His hair was styled slightly back, forehead showing. He was mesmerizing to look at. But shortly after his appearance, two women walked out behind him. Two gorgeous, fit, and slim women who wore skin tight, elegant dresses were doing the shoot with him. And for some reason, your heart began to hurt. The pang in your heart was constant that you had to beat at your chest to calm yourself down.

They were beautiful. And you had recognized one of the women: Pro-hero Miruko. You knew their history together. Bakugou had worked under Miruko during his school days and eventually worked along side with her after he graduated. You knew she was a flirt. She flirted with everybody. And that was fine, until she got alittle too touchy with your boyfriend. And that bothered you. But Bakugou was so used to her behavior that he didn’t even notice.

You couldn’t say anything. They are old time friends and co-workers. What? Are you supposed to say that he can’t be friends with her anymore just because you didn’t like it? And then you would look like the possessive girlfriend? You were fine with him being friends with other women, but they did make you nervous. Nervous because all the women he’s surrounded by are so unbelievably good looking, it put you to shame. Why would he want to be with you when he could have all these women to choose from?

But you tried to shake these negative thoughts away and playfully tugged at the ring on your ringer. There was a reason why he chose you. There was a reason why he gave you this ring. You shouldn’t think this way. But you couldn’t help it. You tried not to let it bother you, but in the end, it did. It really did. It bothered you so much that you couldn’t stop fidgeting.

You watched at Bakugou sat on the couch with both women on each side of him. His arms were lounging on the back of the couch while one girl sat next to him and Miruko stood behind him. Looking at his facial expressions, he didn’t seem interested in any of the girls. Which is a good sign?

And so the shoot started. Nothing else could be heard besides music playing in the background and the loud click of the camera. Everyone else was watching the shoot take place. Everything looked okay so far. Their outfits were scandalous but nothing scandalous was happening. The only directions the models were given was to look sexily at the camera. Bakugou delivered that perfectly with his go-to signature look. But now the photographer wanted more.

“Can the two women get a little closer, please?” the photographer asked and put his camera up to his face once more. The girls did what they were told and Bakugou didn’t even flinch. But you were growing nervous. There was more skin happening, more touching and it was making you uncomfortable. You gasped when you saw Miruko grab Bakugou by his chin to lift to towards her direction. Then she leans in, her lips ghosting over his ever so slightly, like they were about to kiss. Tears were spilling out and your cheeks heated up in anger until you finally exploded.

“Stop!” you yelled, stopping all production. Heads from all around turned to you. Mirko looked at you shocked and Bakugou was wide eyed with curiosity and concern. You gripped the handle of the purse that was slung around your shoulder, feeling anxious now that everyone was looking at you.

“Sorry, give me one moment,” Bakugou apologized to the staff. He got up, rushing towards you. He takes your hand and brings you in the dressing room. The door slammed shut and Bakugou turns to you in a huff.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he hissed. With tears streaming down your face, you were shocked by his reaction. But you were going to stand your ground.

“I don’t like how she was touching you,” you say.

“It’s my job,” he sighs in exasperation.

“Well she should learn her boundaries, whether it’s a job or not. And if you respected me at all, you would tell her no,” you stated firmly. But all Bakugou did was roll his eyes.

“You’re overreacting.” You scoff and it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“Oh, I’m overreacting? Is it wrong that I don’t like when other women are touching you?” you started to raise your voice and talk back.

“Do I have to say it again? It’s my job. If I’m going to make it big, I have to do it. What? You think I like her? You think I was going to let her kiss me? It’s just for the pictures. Geez, how sensitive can you get?” he stabbed you right in a sensitive topic. You stayed silent because you weren’t expecting him to say that. The moment you think he’s going to stop there, he keeps going.

“I might need to save lots of women who are in danger. What? You don’t want me touching them? You’re going to get jealous because I’ll have some stranger in my arms? You’re afraid that she’s going to cling to me for dear life because I’m saving her? You don’t like that?!” he was practically screaming now.

“No! I don’t like that!” you screamed right back, giving back the same amount of energy. The tension in the air was so thick, anyone could feel it. Hell, they were all listening from outside and they felt uncomfortable with the ambiance of the situation. Both parties’ chests were heaving up and down from the labored breathing. And you just glared at each other. Bakugou turns away from you, breaking the ice.

“Fine. If you’re going to be this jealous, then maybe… maybe we shouldn’t be together,” he said. That was it. That was when your heart broke into a million pieces. You felt like if you stood there any longer, you would have suffocated.

“Fine,” you whisper. He doesn’t even spare you a glance. With teary eyes and a heavy heart, you tighten your jaw as you take off your engagement ring, wiggling it off your finger and then setting it down on the counter beside you. The sound of the metal hitting the hard desk was loud enough for Bakugou to hear, but he still chose not to turn to you. You thought that maybe, just maybe, if he turned around and said he didn’t mean it, then you would have been okay. You would have forgave him for those mean things he said. And then you would have apologized to him. But he looked set on his decision.

Without another word, you turned around and sped out of that building, tears never stopping. Everyone saw you go. Miruko laid her sad eyes on you and her broke for you. Shortly after, Bakugou walks back to the couch, plopping down with a huff.

“Let’s continue,” he says begrudgingly. But nobody moves, still shell-shocked about yousr argument. But this causes Bakugou to explode.

“Are you not going to start? Let’s get on with it!!” he hollers and everyone rushes like mice to get back to production. Bakugou lets out a long sigh, face in a permanent frown.

Miruko sits on the back of the couch and looks down at her old friend. She could tell that he was hurting just as much as you, if not more.

“Idiot~” Miruko sang.

“Ha?” Bakugou glared up at his past mentor. Mirko looked at her nails, not paying mind to the hot head who was on the verge of exploding.

“You need to go apologize,” she told him, more like ordered him to.

“Like it’s my fault.”

“You didn’t take her feelings into consideration,” Miruko pointed out, silencing Bakugou on the spot. “If she was feeling a little jealous, then her feelings are totally valid. You need to do something about it and make her feel like she doesn’t need to worry about anything.” Bakugou was only getting more annoyed.

“Whatever. It’s just business. If she can’t understand that, then we don’t need to be together,” he tried to convince himself. But that only hurt himself more.

“Whatever my ass. Then if you can’t be a good boyfriend and comfort her instead of making her feel insecure, then she doesn’t need you. She can find a better man who treats her good.”

“I do treat her good,” Right?

“Oh yes, I can tell,” Miruko said sarcastically. But in all seriousness, she knew he was hurting and she was trying to give advice from a woman’s perspective, but he is so stubborn and hard-headed that he doesn’t want to admit that he was in the wrong.

“Look, you let her go home like that right now, you’re not going to get her back. Go after her,” she advices on a serious note. Bakugou takes a moment to think but it’s all too much. He ruffles his hair and shoots up from the couch.

“Fuck this shit. I’m not doing this anymore,” he announces and storms out of the building. But not before shoving the metal jewelry in his pant pocket.

You didn’t know where you were going. You just walked and walked until you wind up somewhere. And god, you were so hungry. But you couldn’t go to that fancy restaurant that Bakugou had already made reservations for. God forbid he walks in while you were eating. And with another woman? How embarrassing. You couldn’t use his name or his fame anymore. You didn’t want to go back home. What if he shows up at your place? It probably wasn’t likely. He said he was done with you. You left the ring back with him. You guys were over. He wouldn’t show up uninvited. He has no reason to. You didn’t have money on you. You didn’t have any mode of transportation. The only think you had was your phone but the battery can only last so long. So you continued on walking until you hit a park and sat down on one of the benches. You were left alone to bathe in your thoughts until the set sun.

“Where the fuck did she go?” Bakugou mumbled to himself. He checked all the alleyways, in between streets, high and low, but he couldn’t spot you. No matter how he was frustrated he was feeling, he started to get nervous. He wondered if you were okay and safe right now. You hadn’t eaten all day. Wait. There’s no way…

“Hi. Reservation for 2. Under Bakugou,” Bakugou told the hostess. He arrived at the restaurant, in hopes that you came in. But when the hostess said that you hadn’t shown up, his shoulders deflated. Back to square one. So if you weren’t here, then where were you? Had you eaten yet?

Trying his luck, he went to your apartment, but after many attempts, you didn’t open the door. You could either by ignoring him or you weren’t home yet. Knowing you, you probably weren’t home. Then he was going to wait until you came home. Taking a seat next to your door, Bakugou waited. And he was going to wait until he could see your face.

You watched as happy couples and families walked by you, having the time of their lives. You smiled sadly seeing all their smiles and laughter. How you wish you could be like that. But now you don’t even know if or when that was going to be possible. That was all you wanted. Was to be happy. You didn’t want to be in this rabbit hole of sadness. You didn’t want anybody to pity you just because you were crying. But you did long for somebody to listen to you. For somebody to tell you that it was going to be okay and that you are loved. Love… You wanted someone to love you. He just wasn’t the one for you. Then who is? Will you ever find it? Was this your only chance and you ruined it all just because you couldn’t help but feel jealous?

Stupid.

Stupid (y/n).

You always ruin everything in your life. The one time you got something good, it’s gone in an instant. You knew it was too good to be true. But there’s no going back now. It already happened and now you have to move on.

By the time you noticed, the sun had already set and darkness fell upon you. You wanted to stay longer. You debated whether or not you were going to sleep on the park bench. But after recalling new articles of kidnappings happening around the country recently, you decided to go home.

It took you a while to go home. You walked as slow as you could, taking your sweet time returning back to your apartment. All you want to do is snuggle up in bed and go to sleep. You were so exhausted. Mentally, physically and emotionally. You just needed some rest and then you can worry more in the morning. You were coming up to your apartment and saw a person sitting on the floor what looked like in front of your apartment door. No. But there’s no way.

Blonde hair.

That was all it took for you to turn back, go down those stairs and back to the park. You couldn’t face him right now. You were already broken up so why was he there? He said all he needed to say so why was he there?

You thought you were being sneaky but Bakugou caught you. He saw you going back down those stairs and he immediately got up and chased after you.

“(y/n)!” he called out to you but you ignored him. The sound of his voice made your heart clench.

“(y/n)!” he called again, but louder. Again, you continued to ignore him.

“(y/n)!” he called for the last time, this time grabbing your arm. But you shook him as fast as he grabbed you.

“No, leave me alone,” you managed to say. Just keep on walking. Maybe if you walk long and far enough, he’ll give up. But he wasn’t giving up.

“(y/n), stop!” he grabbed you again, yet this time tighter so you couldn’t escape. Then he traps you in between him and the wall, forcing you to face him.

“Stop! Let me go! Leave me alone!” you cry. Your tear stained face and puffy eyes broke Bakugou’s heart. He did this to you. Fuck. He was the worst. You thrashed around, forcing him to let go, hitting him to push him away. Anything so he could get away from you.

Bakugou let you hit him. He deserved it. Every hit that you take at him, he deserved. Slowly but surely, he pulled you in for a hug. You were so drained that you let him. And as soon as you were in his embrace and your cheek hit his chest, you cried. You let it all out and didn’t stop. Bakugou didn’t say anything. He just held you, patting your head until you calmed down.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He kissed the top of your head and rested his head there. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He continued to say. Your cries were muffled by being buried in his chest.

You held onto him tight, continuing to cry your heart out. You thought you were never going to see him again. You thought you were never going to hold him again. Or smell him. You world was crashing down on you but was slowly being put together again.

“Do you want to go inside?” he asks you softly. Your voice was too hoarse and sore from all the crying, so you nodded your head, not letting go of him. Bakugou got the hint and picked you up princess style and led you into the house. There was going to be a lot of talking happening soon in that tiny apartment. It was going to be a long night.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou imagine #bnha imagine #bakugou angst #1000+ follower event

[supernovasilence]

So the competition theme right now is “Miraland Wedding” and instead of putting effort into making a wedding outfit entry for the 500th time I started thinking about actual Miraland weddings

You propose with clothes, obviously. It’s like those daily login suits where every day you get a free item. Every day your sweetie gives you earrings or a pair of socks or a bag and the items keep getting bigger and bigger and you tell your friends “I think this might be it? I think she might be about to propose?? This is the fifth day in a row she’s given me a gift but she gives me stuff all the time I just don’t know” and your friend’s like “omg no these are definitely part of a matching set she’s gonna propose for sure.” And on the last day you get a big fancy dress/shirt+pants/whatever and the big question

(Rich people probably go way overboard with this. Like, don’t even bother proposing to me with a suit that has less than fifty pieces, Brad, we’re not peasants. Hayleigh’s proposal lasted two months, and if I have to deal with her gloating on Mirastagram any longer, I will just scream.)

Probably styling competitions for all wedding-related jobs? The florist is chosen through a floral-themed styling battle, the cook is the best at sweet and cute bakery style, etc.

DRAMA over the wedding theme. The bride’s family is stiff and snobby and won’t consider anything but elegant and pure Lilith style. The groom’s family insists on mature and sexy Pigeon style. The couple just wants a cute and simple wedding where they just enjoy their special day with friends. One of the bridesmaids can only do cool and lively Ruin style. The best man is one of those scandalous rebel types who actually (oh it’s too horrible) thinks there are more things in life than styling! (*gasps, clutches pearls*) and is a great gardener but never bothered to learn how to style any sort of fashion.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace”? No, it’s “challenge someone to a styling battle now or forever hold your peace.” Miraland soap operas are full of people issuing dramatic challenges at the altar.

Villain: *bursts into church* No! I will never let you have her! I challenge you for her hand!

Hero: I can win any styling battle with the strength of my love!

Villain, sneering: You want to battle for the sake of true love? Then beat me at a lolita army themed outfit!

Hero: gasp! my two weakest styles!

Heroine: *throws off dress to reveal vacuum-packed bags of clothes hidden beneath hoop skirt* then I will battle myself for the right to marry who I wish!

Even without last-minute altar battles, people are probably challenging each other to styling competitions left and right, simply because there are so many people, emotions are heightened, people are mingling with strangers and/or extended family members they don’t get along with, etc. Weddings venues will have little rooms or spaces set aside just so people aren’t fashion dueling in the aisle

tldr: miraland weddings would be utter dramatic fashion chaos and I can’t stop giggling over it

#love nikki #love nikki dress up queen #miraland weddings #miraland #lnduq headcanons #funny #nova actually posts stuff #also cannot stop thinking about miraland soap operas now

[britishassistant]

hi it's-a me again, lol i wonder how the rest of the cast would react to yuu accidentally kissing malleus, that live broadcasted on TV, hahaha i keep thinking leona now has motivation to do something, and that's murdering malleus while riddle straight up passed out from screaming from anger, azul would seem like the horrified clutching pearls look person, idk about the others though

@mister-jedblack said: After reading the accidental kiss, what’s the other villain’s reaction gonna be like when they see their favorite reporter and Malleus kissing. Lmao 😂

Heartslaybul

Riddle was enjoying his lemon tea when Cater barges into the room, phone open on a news streaming app and wild-eyed. Trey can’t even ask what’s wrong before Cater’s shoving the phone in their faces and pressing play on the paused video. Ace chokes on slightly hysterical, disbelieving laughter, while Deuce just straight up chokes at the sight of the lip lock. Trey freezes, almost dropping the teapot, then darts a worried glance at Riddle as the phone trembles in Cater’s nervous grip.

Riddle just stares, wide-eyed, at the display. He lets out a quiet wheezing noise that gradually escalates in volume until he’s red-faced and screaming in fury at the phone and the sound of the Diasomnia villains cheering on the accidental kiss. He runs out of air very soon after that, and Trey needs to catch him so he doesn’t hurt himself when he blacks out temporarily.

Savannahclaw

Leona was enjoying a peaceful nap when he was rudely awakened by the sound of Ruggie’s shocked yelp and Jack’s startled whining. He could roll over and go back to sleep, but those kinds of noises usually mean someone troublesome has invaded the lair again, so he stomps out to see what all the fuss is about. He’s immediately suspicious when Jack leaps up and tries to block his line of sight to the computer, while Ruggie tries to convince him to just go back to his nap, nothing to see here—

He glimpses what’s on the screen and hears what the lizard’s loser followers are screeching. Leona promptly turns the monitor to sand. His tail is lashing hard and his growls are sounding more like roars. Then Ruggie has to try and hold Leona back from immediately rallying his minions to go lay siege to the Diasomnia lair until Malleus is driven out of town entirely. It’s only once Jack asks him how they’re going to carry out that goal that Leona even begins to calm down a little bit to begin to planning his ultimate revenge.

Octavinelle

Azul and Jade are watching the financial news when a breaking news update flashes across the screen. Floyd even stops trying to poke Azul in the cheek with his foot as the video begins to play, scoffing at the sight of the dumb RSA hero all but chasing Shrimpy, right up until they trip—!

Azul lets out a scandalized shriek, jumping to his feet and pointing at the screen in speechless indignation, stuttering half-formed words as he repeatedly jabs at the screen in outrage while looking frantically between Jade and Floyd as if to confirm that the image displayed is real. Floyd would laugh at his behavior, but the sight has put him in a bad mood and he wants to go squeeze something. Jade has to restrain his brother from going after an innocent the wrong target in his strop.

Scarabia

Jamil was in the middle of cooking Kalim’s dinner while Kalim lazed around the kitchen with him, stealing morsels and flicking through the channels on the obscenely huge TV in the corner. Jamil’s just taking a drink of water while the sauce simmers when Kalim happily calls out at the sight of Yuu on the flatscreen. He looks up just in time to see the reporter trip and fall. Jamil inhales sharply mid-drink and ends up snorting the liquid through his nose. At least his coughing and desperate search for a tissue means that he can’t keep looking at that horrible image.

Jamil keeps his eyes resolutely off the screen, pretending he doesn’t feel the pit in his stomach, doesn’t care even as the wolf whistles and cheers emanate from the screen. Kalim is protesting mightily, looking up at the supervillain with big dismayed eyes and asking Jamil what they’re gonna do?? He doesn’t want Malleus to take Yuu away, so they’ve gotta do something, right?? Jamil’s smart, Jamil’s dedicated, Jamil’s the best villain he knows, so Jamil can fix this, Kalim knows he can! That at least does bolster Jamil’s rapidly falling confidence somewhat to begin plotting the best response to this...setback.

Pomefiore

Vil was busy showing Epel how best to make himself up according the Pomefiore henchmen standards when Rook pranced into the room, holding a laptop and loudly singing the praises of “public expressions of pure and innocent amour”. When Vil tells him to just spit it out, Rook sets down the laptop and presses play on the recently uploaded video that’s trending on Magicam with an unreadable expression his eyes. Epel senses danger and tries to tell Rook to stop before the words freeze in his throat at the sight.

The bottle of lip gloss shatters in Vil’s grip, dripping gloss all over his hands and the outfit Epel was supposed to be modeling, staining it beyond repair. It’s only at Epel’s cry of alarm that he notices what he’s done. Vil’s calm, stern facade doesn’t change as he brushes off the shards of plastic and orders Epel to go get changed while he tries to clean himself up and control the urge to go after Malleus half-cocked with his specially sharpened stilettos.

Ignihyde

Idia has all of Yuu’s appearances on TV queued up to play automatically on a monitor beside him while he games or tinkers with his latest evil invention. He’s on a particularly hard boss, so he barely registers anything out of the ordinary happening, until there’s a sudden roar of noise from the monitor. He looks up in time to see Malleus and Yuu disconnect, and the boss oneshots his character in his moment of bug-eyed distraction.

Ortho comes in to the room to find Idia’s controller smashed through the monitor screen and Idia curled up under the covers in bed, muttering darkly to himself about stupid dense oujodere op characters, pretending to be innocent to lure the capture target close enough to violate them. It takes him a while to cheer up his big brother again and convince him that that kiss meant as little as the one between Haruhi Fujioka and that one girl in OHSHC.

#ask #coffee-or-hot-cocoa #mister-jedblack #twisted wonderland #twst #supervillain au #heartslaybul #riddle rosehearts #savannaclaw #leona kingscholar #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #scarabia #jamil viper #pomefiore #vil schoenheit #ignihyde #idia shroud

[jungc6ck]

Super (JJK x reader) Pt.1

🔥 Pairing: superhero/soulmate Jungkook x superhero/soulmate reader

💧Genre: superhero au, soulmate au, smut, angst

🔥 Rating: R (18+)

💧Summary: Jungkook was born as one of the lucky few to possess superpowers, so were you. He’s looked up to you ever since you’ve been fighting crime, so it makes perfect sense the universe would choose for you to be soulmates... unfortunately for him, you’re not even close to what everyone thinks you are. Behind that golden mask you wear is a less than golden person. Little does our clumsy and awkward hero know what you, this world, and the universe are about to put him through.

🔥Word count: 4k

💧 Warnings: cursing, violence, fighting, mention of sex and sexual acts and tiddies, future smut, future violence, future drinking problem, future mention of depression, future monsters (I’m just forewarning you that it’s going to get kind of dark)

“Hey! Pee-boy, wake up!”

Jungkook let out a little groan at the voice, letting it know he didn't appreciate the name-calling or being woken up.

“Jungkook” the voice now got growly and agitated.

Jungkook knew the voice, he just was too tired to respond.

“Get up!”

“How did you get in my room?” Jungkook muttered with his eyes still closed as he tried to roll over to escape Jimin’s nagging. His body rolled into unsupported nothingness and within a fraction of a second, his heart was racing right before his body made a collision with the cold wood floor. He knew he might as well wake up now.

Jimin cackled maniacally at the boy groaning in frustration and pain on the floor with his eyes now squinting open and looking up at his friend who sat in the chair at his desk beside the head of his bed.

“Your parents let me in.”

The only response the boy had was a sigh

“You know, because you’re twenty-three and still live with them… in their attic. To be honest it’s not even a cool lair.”

Jungkook finally sat up off of the floor and saw the neatly folded cloth Jimin had in his lap.

“Oh, this is for you. You should try it on.” He offered the fabric out to him.

Jungkook took it from him as he sat on the floor with his back against his bed and held it up the best he could to get a good look at it.

The spandex-looking material was a swirl of deep blue and silver reminding him of ocean waves at night.

“Thank you.” Jungkook gave his best friend a surprised but thankful smile before he went back to marveling at it.

“I can’t believe you made this, just for me.” He was astonished at his best friend’s talent.

“Well, you are my best friend… and a very special person. Oh! I almost forgot! The mask!”

Jimin reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a navy blue silicone rubbery object and tossed it to Jungkook. “It ties in the back with a thin string to match your hair but the inside of it is made of the gell stuff they use in push-up bras to keep them in place.”

Jimin sounded proud of himself but Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh until something dawned on him.

“Oh shit, what time is it?” Jungkook asked Jimin as his body froze up and mouth dropped open.

“Almost eleven-thirty.” His friend had pulled out his phone to check before replying.

“Shit! Work!” Jungkook jumped up and threw his new suit and mask on his bed before running over to his closet across the room.

“I’ll see you later, good luck today,” Jimin announced.

Jungkook had already grabbed a jacket and jeans and headed over to his friend now by the door to give him a quick hug and thank you, but accidentally and absentmindedly added a quick kiss to the side of his head which made Jimin laugh. Jungkook was in too much of a hurry to dwell on his mistake and too silly to take it back, plus Jimin had already left the room before he could even speak again. He grabbed a backpack and threw his new suit into it along with a few other things before leaving.

“Hell,” Jungkook mumbled to himself with an exasperated sigh as his shitty car refused to start for the third time. “Come on baby, you can do it.” He tried again “do it for me” with that, the noise of the engine roared to life, however it still sounded as though its life could end at any moment. “What a good girl.” Jungkook realized as he drove off the way he had been speaking to his car. He blushed a little to himself and was glad no one overheard it. He knew sometimes he could be a little oblivious to those things with never having sex even once in his life. Once a girl did let him feel her up though at her house while under the guise of studying back when he was in school. He had no idea she didn’t really invite him over to study for a science test, he didn’t even know when she was flirting with him until she got frustrated and asked him to kiss her and take off his shirt. Jungkook had gotten a little bored with it though and nervous around her and never went back over to her house. That couldn’t have been his soulmate, but sometimes he wonders if it had been since she had been the only girl to ever like him that he knew of.

He was twenty-three, lived with his parents, never went to college, never found his soulmate like everyone else has, and made pizza for a living. It wasn’t all that bad at least he was trying and at least he had a job. He was simply making due with what he was given in life and he was doing his best and that was what mattered… well that wasn’t exactly true… until recently.

He was given so much more than any average person, he had always just been too scared to use it or even tell anyone but his family and best friend. His best friend. Jimin had known him since they were both six years old. He was the first one to know about Jungkook’s powers and help him figure out everything he could do. A lot of the time he helped drive Jungkook and make him do what he needed to do and in return, he liked to listen to Jimin and help him solve problems in his life, or hear about his day. Jungkook knew he was lucky to have him as a friend, always supportive, always creative as a fashion designer should be, Jungkook felt lucky he didn’t ditch him a long time ago. Jimin was accomplished, on top of having a good job, he had found his soulmate already, a rich modeling agent named Taehyung.

Jungkook had asked Jimin before what it was like to meet him and he replied something along the lines of “when you meet your soulmate, you just know. It hits you hard, you both know the universe has put you together. It’s not just love, it’s something so much more, something… addicting.” He had also said he had seen Taehyung before in magazines and that Taehyung had seen him on tv, but nothing hit until they met in person.

Jungkook had always wondered if he even had one if he was meant for anyone at all especially with him being so different. His parents were soulmates, so were his grandparents. Everyone had one but maybe not him. Perhaps the universe had given him powers but no one to love.

He didn’t want to think about it so he turned up the radio as he drove slightly over the speed limit into the city where traffic seemed pretty bad today.

“Fire girl, what do you think of her? Who do you think she is?” A radio talk show that he was previously ignoring made his ears perk up at her name. He had been enamored with her for years now. Everything she did, every person she saved, everyone she fought, Jungkook had known about.

“I think she’s pretty, that’s for sure. As for who she is, I guess no one would ever know in a city this big, maybe if I came across her I would know. I’d know that bright red hair anywhere.” The second man said.

Jungkook couldn’t help but scoff. They wouldn’t know. Not only did she wear a mask but he knew that a person’s hair and eyes changed when they activated their powers. She most likely didn’t even have red hair or yellow eyes in her everyday life, just like his hair wasn’t blue and neither were his eyes. Jungkook was just plain Jungkook when he wasn’t using his powers. It was obvious to him that everyone didn’t know that.

“What if it’s a wig?” The first man asked the second.

“Who’s got time to put on one? Especially with that whole skin-tight outfit. Where do you think she gets dressed? How do you think she knows when and where the trouble is?”

“She could wear it under her normal clothes.”The first man decided and that struck Jungkook as a good idea. “As for how she knows about crime? Maybe she listens to a scanner on the same frequency as the police? Perhaps she even just watched the news. All I know is that our city is lucky to have her.”

“Ahh I’m not sure about that. I’ve heard people born with powers are pompous jerks who think they can get away with anything, a lot of people think that.”

Jungkook had heard that too growing up. There were people like him and fire girl all over the world, while there weren’t many, some always seemed to get into trouble. That’s what stopped Jungkook from trying to be a superhero until now. He was afraid of looking like a dick-bag, he was even afraid of becoming one. Although Jimin assured him he could never be, he was still scared of slipping up. While some people didn’t care for superheroes, some people loved them, especially children. He just didn’t want to disappoint anyone, he didn’t know if he was even good enough despite practicing in his backyard and taking taekwondo since he was a child. He wasn’t even comparable to fire girl.

As a child, he looked up to her, not just because she was pretty and cool, and could do so many things he couldn’t, not even because she had the exact opposite powers as he did. He looked up to her because she looked to be around his age, she made it all look so easy and she hadn’t been in any kind of scandal yet despite her five years as a public superhero. He thought maybe she was like him and that maybe she just wanted to do good in this world and not need the fame validation like some other heroes. Maybe she just wanted to help people like Jungkook did. He also thought that perhaps she might be grateful for some help.

This city was riddled with robberies, bad people, murderers, and just criminals in general, and even with knowing they would be stopped they all still tried for whatever reason. Jungkook also knew that the police in this town could be just as bad as the criminals and they were just as much egotistical jerks as some heroes were. Jungkook knew that just because you have power in any way didn’t mean you had to flaunt it and abuse it.

“She could be a terrible person, how would we know?”

Jungkook turned the radio off.

It was a hot summer day and working his butt off in a boiling kitchen with ovens going all day wasn’t what Jungook thought he would be doing when he was a child and imagined his future, although neither was using his superpowers and becoming a superhero. To be honest, he liked music, he liked to listen to it everywhere, at home, at work, even on his way to work and back. He had even gotten a guitar for his seventh birthday and spent years learning to play. He thought for sure he would be in some famous band by now and not just singing along to the radio while sweat-soaked his shirt in a pizza kitchen. His dreams weren’t what they were supposed to be, but he was fine with that, he was fine with thinking the universe would eventually just lead him to where he needed to be, and it was definitely about to.

There were ten minutes left of his shift, ten agonizing minutes where he was left alone to lock up the shop, finish cleaning up the place and turn the lights off. He was always left to close the shop alone, his boss trusted him to do it more so than the others, however, he still hadn’t made him a manager. The radio had been turned off and all that was left for background noise was the tv in the dining area that Jungkook let play on the news in hopes that he would see her on it as he swept the floor.

He didn’t unfortunately, but what he did see was live footage of a bank robbery that had turned into a stand-off with the police.

Jungkook froze and nearly dropped the broom in his hand as he watched the helicopter footage of the scene. The bank was close to him. He had his suit and mask in his backpack in the back, he could do this if he wanted to.

Adrenaline began to course through him at the thought. He bit his lip with his gaze on the tv as his options battled inside of him like violent crashing waves although he was calm on the outside. His eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. Eight minutes now until he could leave.

In an instant, he had made a decision. He took off running through the store, clocked out, and headed into the back where his backpack was.

He stripped down in the storeroom as his pulse hammered in his ears. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he knew he had to start sometime.

He felt odd being stripped down to his underwear at work while struggling to get his limbs in the tight, stretchy fabric with his hands shaking. He had gotten one foot in a leg hole but lost his balance and fell over onto the tile trying to get the other in. He decided that maybe getting dressed while laying on the floor was his best bet.

His hands still shook as he tied the back of his mask tightly around his head. He could feel the jelly-like side conforming to the curves of his upper face and wondered if this was how a boob felt in a push-up bra as he thought about what Jimin had said earlier.

“Okay.” he let out a shaky breath as he stood up from the floor “I’m not going to die today. I won’t die. Nope, not even once. I won’t die.” he chanted to himself hoping that implanting it in his brain would help him be safer while mustering courage. He let out a deep breath before he let his power wash over his body, knowing his hair and eyes just changed to blue.

“Let’s do this!” he said to himself with sureness and courage with clenched fists.

He locked up the shop, leaving his backpack with his clothes inside, and headed to his car just outside.

He had a fist full of keys, some for the store and some for his house and car. As he put his car key in the ignition and tried to start it, all of his courage died along with the engine.

“Balls!” he shouted as he smacked the steering wheel and tried again. The car simply wouldn’t start. “After I was so nice to you this morning?! Come on! I’m trying to be a superhero here!”

He tossed all the keys into the passenger seat and let the top of his head fall back into the headrest as he looked up at the roof of the car. He debated on giving up, but he decided against it. He could feel it, this was where the universe was leading him, today was his day.

The underwhelming but soon-to-be hero decided to briskly jog to the scene of the crime while people stared at him for the way he was dressed, cursing himself the entire way for being unable to fly.

Jungkook was met with a blocked-off street with police officers and cop cars scattered all over it. Jungkook hadn’t thought about how to get through the cops and into the bank. If he wasn’t going to get shot out here by the police for trying to get into a robbery, he would probably be killed by the robbers for simply just strolling in. The odds and his luck didn’t seem to be in his favor today.

“I’m a superhero, I should be able to just go on by them.” He told himself and decided to try it.

He walked past the roadblock but didn’t make it far.

“Hey, kid! Where do you think you’re going?!” Was shouted at him making him pick up the pace until he was at a full run for the bank door.

A lot of officers were shouting at him, but it was hard for him to understand them with the pleads in his head for them to not take him out, the noisy helicopter overhead, and the loudness of his heartbeat.

He almost crawled as he entered the glass doors of the bank as silently as he could.

It looked like Jungkook’s luck was turning around because not only were the masked robbers too busy stealing and yelling at people they had lying on the ground to see him, but they had their backs all turned to him. This was perfect.

Just as he raised a hand to do something one was suddenly knocked over making the other three robbers look in that direction.

Fire girl. She had dropped from seemingly nowhere and kicked one in the face before her feet even touched the floor.

There she was, in person, in action, and not just on tv. She now stood in the same room with him with her golden mask coving half of her face, her yellow eyes,doand bright red hair. Her skin-tight suit was a mix of yellow, orange, and gold. She was so unbelievably beautiful that he felt like it was melting his brain.

Before Jungkook could go into too many starstruck thoughts over it, his body told him to take action as gunfire began.

He raised his hand yet again and let a heavy and harsh stream hit one right in the back, knocking him forward so hard that his head hit the marble floor and the gun flew from his hand.

He had never done that to a person before, but his powers had done exactly what he wanted them to, just like always. For whatever reason, Jungkook was sure they would fail when the time came.

His heart raced as all eyes were on him now and his brain panicked with “holy shit, I’ really doing this”

“Who the hell are you?!”

The words didn’t come from anyone he was expecting, not a bank teller, not a civilian, not even a robber. It was fire girl who seemed lost.

Jungkook ignored it as he saw a gun now from one of the last two bank robbers being pointed in his direction.

Time seemed to slow as his body acted for him, getting low to the ground and holding out his hand for a powerful surge of water to release. It hit the man with the gun pointed at him directly in the face so hard Jungkook had thought it had broken his neck.

From his peripherals, he could see fire girl sweeping the legs of the last man and stepping on his neck.

And then there was silence.

Both he and the second hero collected the guns before Jungkook threw one of the robbers over his shoulder, then he went for a second one which he threw over his other one. Was he showing off his strength in front of a pretty girl? Yes. But it was working. She watched frozen for a moment as he took the two limp men over to the door and laid them in front of the glass for the police to see and gestured to them that everything was okay and that they could come in.

Dragging another robber across the floor and into the pile was fire girl.

Their eyes locked for just a moment and they both paused.

Jungkook was hit like an explosion, although it felt physical, he still stood frozen with his mouth dropped open. It felt like he had been shot but it wasn’t pain he had felt in his brain and chest, but with a powerful wave of ease and belonging. Although this feeling was new to him, there was a strange sense of deja vu about it as if he had lived and felt it before. His brain was in overload and began to shut down until nothing but static was left.

“Who are you?” She asked again but it was much much quieter.

Jungkook was at a complete loss for words.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Her voice went bitter and cold as she now gave him a shitty look through with her yellow eyes drilling into him through her golden mask that covered the top half of her face.

Again, Jungkook didn’t speak.

“YOU COULD’VE DIED!! It was obvious you didn’t know what the hell you were doing!” She was now pointing her finger angrily right in his face so close he felt his eyes cross.

“You stay the hell out of it amateur! Don’t EVER get involved in something like this ever again when you have no training and no control over anything in this situation ESPECIALLY when you have no control over your powers! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?! You’re an idiot and you could've made this job so much harder for me!”

She yelled at him while all that Jungkook could think about was what the hell he was feeling and going through and how beautiful and powerful she looked when she was yelling at him.

“I-I-“ Jungkook was trying to muster the brainpower to speak “but everything was okay.”

He had been so lost in her that he didn’t even see it coming when he was tackled to the ground and his arms were forcefully bent behind his back.

A police officer was sitting on his back and applying cold metal handcuffs to his wrists.

“Ow ow ouch.” He winced at the crushing weight on his back and the bending of his arms which he thought might snap like the delicate bones of spicy chicken wings. He could see the feet of the hostages beginning to file out of the building, some in tears from their traumatic experience.

“Why am I being arrested?” he asked wondering why he was being treated like a bad guy when he had just saved people and why wasn’t fire girl being arrested as well.

He was pulled to his feet by the handcuffs and patted down.

“You were unauthorized to enter this building. You interfered with law enforcement.”

Jungkook wanted to tell the cop that law enforcement wasn’t even doing anything to assist in the situation anyway, but he knew that would be a bad move and didn’t want to make the situation any worse.

“Why isn’t she being arrested then?” he nodded his head towards the other hero.

“She’s fire girl. She’s a superhero.” the officer answered simply.

“TELL THEM!” Jungook begged her in desperation.

“Tell them what?” she crossed her arms and spoke with a sour tone.

“Tell them I helped.” he urged.

“But you didn’t.”

She was lying and they both knew it, however, the cop didn’t, and began to drag Jungkook away and out the door.

In the open, people swarmed. Onlookers, reporters, ambulances, fire trucks. Everyone was watching him get arrested as if he had robbed the bank himself.

He was stuck into the back of a cop car for far too long. He even got the chance to see flame erupt from fire girl’s feet and watched as she flew away. Was she a jerk like many other superheroes? Or did she just not want to see him get hurt? Jungkook chose to believe it was the second one. After all, his soulmate couldn’t be a lying jerk-bag, could she?

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[wonhoarctic]

flash | lee hoseok (wonho)

word count: 2.2K

resquest: hii! may i request a wonho angst fic, please? 🥺🥺 thank you in advance!! (i've translated to english)

a/n: hi love! ofc you can, here's your request, by the way, i hope you like it!! ah, and you don't need to be like this with me, we're friends!! (i was going to write it in portuguese but idk if there are people who use to read this, and i did something with ain't about you and with you, that are your favorite songs!! <3

pairing: idol!wonho x idol!fem reader

genre: angst, but with some fluff and smut undertones

contains: wonho can't help but remember about you, lee y/n, the love of his life, his wife and the mother of his beautiful daughter, in the middle of an online concert he's holding, specially when performing his new song flash, which was made just or you (the songs are not in order of albuns!! it's all mixed)

flashbacks are in italic!!!

tw// death, car accident, sasaengs!!

the concert started out with the 'smutty songs', so he wouldn't cry at the beginning, but he couldn't help but remember about when he wrote with you, thinking about you two, loving each other until the morning, or having some rough sex, it depended on the mood, but it was about you two, and he couldn't help but remember; your blissed out face, the sounds you made just for him, mewls, whimpers and moans, just for him, the love bites and scratches you leaved on his skin at hidden places so no one would figure out, your scent, your taste... everything came back to his mind in that moment

hoseok wished he could be at least turned on from the memories he had, but he was broken, he couldn't be nothing but sad remembering about his love, his sweet y/n, who's not here anymore to comfort him after a bad day, to take care of him when he's sick, to make love to him, to kiss and cuddle, to cook his favorite ramen flavors, and to help him to take care of your newborn baby, to help him to change diapers when he don't know what to do, to see you breastfeeding the sweet embodiment of your love... how he wished you were there at that moment, he couldn't believe that you'd left him, that you had left your family

he swore he lost his energy after singing open mind, thinking that he couldn't handle that anymore, he just wanted to lay on the ground and cry, hoping you could hear him and come to cuddle and comfort your husband, but wonho knew you wouldn't come

when lose started to play, he smiled a bit while singing, remembering how you got moody when you entered the set to support him and saw your man hugging the actress by behind, the same way he used to do with you while cooking or doing something important, or when he wanted to talk with the baby during your pregnancy

your pouty face was the death of him, he remembered exactly the texture of your lips on his when he was saying how sorry he was

"you're not going to say a word to me, baby?" you shook your head no "okay, so..." he leaned forward to kiss you, taking care of your growing stomach "do you forgive me now?"

"u-ugh, fine" you blushed, hearing his giggle "but please, do it with me the next time" you laughed

"i swear that in my next mv, you'll be the actress, and our little princess needs to be there too, right?" he smiled

when the sexy concept songs ment ended, a vcr came out, and he made sure to include you on the behind the scenes of the concert, the few last clips of you two together, you helping him with choreographies and figurines, a long video of you guys choosing the right outfits for open mind mv (yeah, he did some of them without the help of his staffs) playing while he changed and prepared himself to the other ment

when lost in paradise started to play, while he sang, hoseok couldn't help but remember that day in which he asked you to marry him, he asked you to be the woman of his life, and he also remembered about your wedding day, smiling widely while thinking about when the two of you started a life

'i got a feeling it's you' said the lyrics, and yes, he got that feeling, and he was completely right, it was you, the love of his life

the wedding ceremony has ended, you two were at a hill, even though he has acrophobia, he insisted to have a wedding at that place, he felt safe in your arms, and now, the two of you looked at the place, seeing the lake below you, and the beautiful view you had from the little forest, his hands still on your hips

"how does it feel to be finally my wife, love?" he smiled

"i feel like... i feel like this is all a dream" you said, caressing the hand on your hip with your other one "and i don't want to wake up. never."

he smiled widely, turning to face you, his hand still in your hip, while the other one caressed your face, carefully wiping the joyful tears that escaped from your eyes, trying his best not to ruin your makeup

"i wanted this dream to come true so bad... i feel like i'm in paradise now" he said "and i'm so happy that our dream finally came true, y/n, i love you so much, and i'll love you forever" he whispered, kissing you

yes, it was true, maybe he was really lost in paradise with you, but now, you weren't there anymore, just memories about you

even losing you seemed to have a different meaning now..... how he wished he could be there to save you, he wanted to protect you

now, it was the interview time, and he wasn't all smiley like before, and the interviewer wasn't helping that much

"so, wonho-ssi... some of your fans noticed that you're not smiling too much today... what happened?" she asked him

"i wasn't going to talk about it, but i can't hide it from wenees anymore..." he sighed "it's just that... every single thing i do here remember me from y/n, my lovely wife, who's not here anymore"

"and what happened to her?" the interviewer didn't seemed to be aware of the situation

"there might be some wenees who don't know what happened... okay, i'll explain" he felt himself getting braver to talk about what was making he lose his sleep "i've hid about my relationship with y/n for about 7 years, but when we got married, i knew lots of fans would talk about it, so our relationship became public... how could i hide this from my precious wenees? i wanted my fans to know about my family" he felt the tears starting to run on his cheeks "i was so happy when i announced that she was pregnant... i thought wenees would be happy, too, but unfortunately, some of them started to become aggressive towards y/n" he was sobbing, even the interviewer couldn't held her tears, starting to feel guilty by asking him that "some obsessive fans started to stalk her when eunbi turned 5 months old and she started to sing again... and near to our princess' 11 month anniversary, when y/n was coming back from mcountdown, some of those wen..." he corrected himself "those sasaengs collided with her car, they were at a high speed, so it was a huge accident, and she didn't resisted..." he was angry, sad, he couldn't help but cry "i couldn't thank her to be with me, to be the mom of my precious daughter... i couldn't say a last 'i love you'... the last thing we did together as artists was the ain't about you mv... and that morning, the last thing she did before going out was to feed our baby girl, and kiss me..." i miss her so much... please, y/n, come back to me... the police had arrested those girls already, but please... say that you love me one more time" all he could do was cry

the staffs thought about ending the concert without an encore, but he insisted to sing the song he wrote for you, flash, while calming himself when the cameras were off

hoseok saw eunbi, his now one year old daughter sleeping while a staff kept an eye on her, he smiled, his eyes were still red and swollen, his face was puffy, so the baby seemed to notice, even if she was still half asleep when her dad held her tightly in his arms, she managed to grab his nose while smiling with the pacifier still in her mouth, her other hand holding the bunny plushie her mom gave her in the 10 months old birthday

"my sweet eunbi" he cooed "daddy will sing a song for mommy today... will you sing with me?" the baby smiled, her pacifier almost dropping, but wonho put it back in her mouth as soon as he could

he kissed her forehead, and then, started to retouch his makeup and change the jacket, holding eunbi in his arms again, going back to the stage

he grabbed the mic, knowing that they were on air, the first public appearance of his daughter, a beautiful moment, even if it was melancholic

Tonight I am still standing In the middle of nowhere, not knowing how you’re feeling I’m trying to find you because I was the only one who didn’t know When and where it went wrong like a fool I want to turn back time and stop it An endless flash, my love for you

while singing, he meant each one of those words, his love for you would be infinite, he'd never stop loving you, or the huge present you left him — a precious daughter, and photos of the two of you were passing through the big screens behind him, photos of your family, wedding day, honeymoon, selcas... everything he had to remember from you

The day I hugged you for the first time The day that will never come again I repeat the words alone, I love you

all he wanted to do in that moment was for you to be there, to sing with him, both of you holding your daughter, smiling... being a happy family, suddenly, he remembered that day, wishing he could turn back time to the day of your first hug, he wanted to hold you in his arms forever

You shined on me like a lighthouse When I was on my own and lost my way, flash You were shining, flash Will I ever forget you? I miss you You held me like a hero When I was unknown, tired and collapsing, flash You were warm, flash Will I ever find you again? I miss you

you were his light, when someone broke him, when he got into those scandals, when he couldn't go back to his fans, you were the one there, you were his flash, helping him to find the way back home, to give him the love he deserves

You left me and I’m the only one here I call you but there’s no answer, what else can I do? I thought I cared for you more than anything But it was my mistake, how hard was it for you? Come back to me please, give me one more chance Shine on me beautifully like you’ve always did I know bae gone be the last time This is how I’m feeling If I can see you one last time, one love

he was calling you even now, his mind was wandering back to all the memories he had with you, his one and only love, but you weren't going to answer him, you couldn't just come back from the dead

The day I let you go from my arms The day that will never come again I repeat these words alone, I want to see you

suddenly, hoseok felt guilty again while singing this part, he shouldn't let you go from his arms that morning, he should've faked being sick, or anything he could just for you to be home and live a little more

You’ve given me so much I still have more to give you back We can’t stop like this If I have one more chance

he wanted to do all he could for you, but you wouldn't be there to see it, and he would never be able to give back all the love and support you gave him, so he was doing his best to be happy for you even tho he's broken, he needed to be strong for his daughter

You left me and I’m the only one here I call you but there’s no answer, what else can I do? The shining flash, yeah Now I can be your destiny Like I’m your everything? If you’re in my arms, I won’t let you go The flash will be shining on us I’m waiting for the day you smile again

he felt the tears teasing his eyes again, but he held them back this time, ending the song with a smile, playing with the baby in his arms, hearing eunbi's loud laugh, filling his heart with some joy, finally, and he truly smiled, laughing with her

"y/n, i love you! thank you for giving me everything!" was the last thing he shouted before ending the concert

even when you're not there anymore, he felt as if he was being the most loved man in the earth by you and your daughter

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[quirky-hero-imagines]

Office work is dirty work

Pairing: Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) x F!reader

Genre: Smut/lemon, Romance

Warnings: Sexual content, office sex, clothed sex, size difference, non professional work dynamics, cursing

Endeavor’s agency is top-notch, up there with the best just like his hero status and that’s exactly what you were looking for.

You had graduated at the top of your class from the department of management at UA and many agencies scouted you. However, the one you wanted was one that you would have to approach yourself.

-

Endeavor didn’t have a doubt about hiring you after looking over your resume and your job interview. You were a bright, confident, and almost overqualified woman after all.

Enji had a great business instinct and even though he was a stubborn man he listened to your suggestions, making the job easy flowing and enjoyable for you.

-

He was a great boss but you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel the tension between the two of you. It took some time to get used to his hardened personality but his appearance had enticed you from the moment you had met him. Both Enji’s hero costume and his casual business apparel were both tight around his massive arms, muscles straining against the material.

You did your best to keep things professional, only sneaking glances when you were sure he wasn’t looking. At least you did a better job of hiding it than he did, his eyes boldly trailing down your body daily.

Enji had been in your head as you touched yourself at night more times than you cared to count, the desire for him to touch you building up for months. As you laid awake yet another night, hand between your slick thighs, you decided that it was time to fan his flames just a little more.

-

Papers rustle in Enji’s quiet office as he studies them with a frown on his face. The disappointment in his recruits washes over him as documents of bad press and damage settlements catch his eye. He sighs, not having anyone but himself to blame for his selection.

A soft knock at Enji’s door shifts his attention away from the paperwork. “May I come in, Mr. Todoroki?” He hears your sweet voice call out and he straightens his blouse out before calling out that you may.

He shifts in his massive office chair as you enter, abruptly being reminded of your outfit of the day. In the morning he thought that maybe his fantasies had spilled over to reality when his eyes had caught your form.

You weren’t wearing anything scandalous, looking as business-oriented as ever, but the slight change that was present made Enji’s cock strain in his pants. You had traded your standard white blouse and black pencil skirt that went to cover till over your knees out for something slightly more revealing. A black silk blouse hugging your bosom, teasing a bit of cleavage, and a dark red pencil skirt that cuts off a bit above your knees.

Enji felt ashamed over his lewd thoughts. It was a mundane outfit that you probably had thought nothing off when you put it on and as your boss, he should see it that way too. But it was you in the outfit, a woman who he had wanted badly for a tortuously long time now.

His elbows rest on his desk, his fingers interwoven in front of his chin as he watches you, hips going side to side as you strut towards his desk.

Enji’s eyes trace over every curve that your clothing allows him to see, eager for more.

A smile shows on your face as you approach your boss, heart fluttering from seeing him again. You knew he had taken notice of your outfit since the morning, but pride fills you again nonetheless when you notice his eyes are practically glued to you. Nothing had been said or done but you could feel the tension weighing heavier than before, your dreams becoming closer and closer to reality.

“The pictures of Deadnite that got leaked have been taken care of. The only existing hard copies are in this file.” You wave a thick file around in your right hand before sliding it onto your boss’s desk.

The Pro hero Deadnite’s file keeps on landing on your desk, this time for having pictures leaked of him in compromising positions. Enji trusts you with keeping or taking this kind of bad publicity out of the hands of the press, which is a hard task, to say the least.

“Thank you for taking care of it so swiftly.” Enji grumbles as he takes the file and flips through it. He takes a look at the pictures before throwing the file back down on his desk with a sigh. The excitement for you exits his body, work crudely drawing him back in.

You notice the shift in Enji’s expression, making you bite your lip at if you should try something to get his attention back. Your eyes fall on the empty coffee mug on his desk.

“I’ll get you some coffee Mr. Todoroki.” You say, making him blink in confusion for a second as he forgot the mug even existed, never mind that it was empty.

You bend your upper body over the big oak wood desk, taking your time to reach the mug on the other side. Enji’s gaze quickly falls on your cleavage, getting a better view of it than ever before as you pick up the mug next to his left arm.

He swallows thickly, his cock hardening as he admires your soft breasts.

Frustration washes over him when you move away again.

With the mug in hand, you stare at your boss from across the desk, wondering what he’s thinking as he frowns. Did you overstep?

Enji’s eyes meet yours, the intense blue seeming to have darkened with lust. “I think you’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn.”

You shift nervously on your feet, his booming voice making you unsure if he is angry. “I don’t know-” You start, eyes aimed at the ground but he quickly cuts you off. “Don’t fake innocence. I’m not angry.” Your eyes snap back up at his words, the tension leaving your body at that reassurance.

“Tell me if I’m wrong, but it seems you are craving something from me.” Enji says, flashing a cocky grin at you, a rare sight. You feel heat rising to your cheeks at his words.

“Come here.” He pushes himself away a bit from his desk, tapping his leg to motion you to sit on his lap. You walk around his desk over to his side, legs shaky from adrenaline as you wonder what’s to come.

Enji hums in satisfaction as you sit down on his lap, one of his hands half reaching around you to hold your waist. A shiver runs down your body as he brings his face closer to yours, hot breath tingling against your neck. “You are a smart girl. You should know better than to tease a man like me.” He speaks softly, chuckling.

You gasp out as his free hand grabs onto your chin, roughly pulling it to make you face him. Enji’s lips meet yours in a blink of an eye, pulling you into a rough kiss. His lips feel like they are on fire as they move against yours, his tongue making use of your tiny gasps as it quickly enters your mouth.

You can’t help but moan into the kiss. The way that his arm around your waist pulls you tightly against his broad chest as he kisses you making heat rise between your legs.

Enji’s fire is felt by you at every touch. The heat of his skin, his almost burning lips and the taste of smoke as he tangles his tongue with yours is more intense than you ever imagined.

You move to hold onto him, hands tiny against his shoulders. Flinging your legs over his free one, you move yourself to sit directly on his lap. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you feel Enji’s cock rubbing up against your thighs, the length of it being a welcome surprise.

The tight grip on your chin disappears, Enji moving his lips away from yours. You look up at your boss, lustful eyes focused on his stern face. It isn’t easy to know what he is thinking, but in this case, his eyes betray him just as much as yours do.

Enji’s gaze moves up and down your body. One of his calloused hands runs over one of your thighs before giving it a generous squeeze, causing you to squeal out. A slight smirk tugs at the sides of his lips as he kneads the soft flesh under his hand.

“Tell me how long you have wanted this, wanted me.” Your response gets stuck in your throat as Enji’s lips move to your neck, placing bruising kisses along it. “F-for months.” You stutter out. His teeth teasingly graze your sensitive flesh, lips already just below your collarbone.

You take a sharp breath and brace yourself against Enji as his lips find your breasts. His bruising kisses turn literal as he starts marking your exposed skin. You writhe under his touch, the wetness between your thighs starting to dampen your panties.

The hand on your thigh had been forgotten, making you jolt when it slips under your skirt. Enji’s fingers rub over your clothed sex, making the material even wetter. You hear him chuckle against your skin, pleased with your body’s reaction.

Enji’s mind is completely clouded by lust, his intention to tease you until you cry wavering as he grows impatient. He has already imagined what your tight heat would feel like around him more than enough, he wants the real thing.

Dragging your soaked panties to the side, you feel two of Enji’s fingers prod at your entrance. You mewl loudly as the intrusion of his fingers stretches your walls deliciously. His fingers find little resistance as he slides them in and out of your soaked pussy, spurring him on to not go gentle.

Enji’s cock twitches under you as he gets the first feel of your tightness. His lips move away from your breasts so he can watch your face. The way you switch between biting your lip to opening them into a pleasured O, making him wish he had the time to slide his cock between them.

But Enji knew it would only be a matter of time before some emergency would come up that would require his attention and he wanted to make sure your pussy was dripping with cum by then.

He continues his motions, fucking you on his fingers, stilling now and then to spread his fingers in a scissoring movement. Your nails are felt through his blouse as you dig them in harshly.

Your eyes flutter closed in bliss when Enji’s fingers curl inside you, rubbing your sweet spot in hasty motions. He feels your walls flutter around him, the tension in your core building to your climax. With a few more precise flicks of his fingers, he has you coming undone around him, making you bite your lip hard to stifle your moans.

Enji groans as he pulls his fingers out of your twitching heat. They glisten, coated in your slick. You take hold of his wrist, drawing his fingers to your mouth. Fluttering your eyelashes, you suck at his fingers eagerly. You notice a slight twitch in his face as you clean him up, his patience snapping,

As soon as you release Enji’s fingers his hands grab onto your waist roughly. He lifts you off of his lap before bending you over his desk, cock eagerly rubbing against your ass. He leans over your form. “Better bite down on something.” He whispers in your ear, causing you to whimper under him.

Your forearms are planted against the cold wood, bracing yourself as Enji drags his pants and boxers down behind you. His fingers pull your panties to the side and your breath stops for second as you feel the head of his cock poke between your folds. It feels like your held in breath gets knocked out of you as he starts sliding in. Your walls ache as he works in his cock inch by inch, his girth stretching you like nobody has before.

“Oh my god, Todoroki.” You moan, your jaw dropping as he sheaths himself fully inside of you. Enji’s fingers let go of your panties, leaving them tugged against your thigh. “I never gave you permission to not address me as your superior.” He lands a hard smack against your ass, your skin reddening instantly under your skirt. You hiss through your teeth, pussy clenching around his cock from his harsh treatment.

“I’m sorry sir!” You yelp out as Enji slides his cock out of you almost completely before ramming it back in. “That’s right.” He groans and grips your hips with a bruising force.

You feel your body rocking forward into the desk with every thrust, his pace being slow but hard. The way his cock drags against your walls making you mewl.

Enji admires your smaller frame under him as he fucks you, groaning as his eyes fall on your pussy. His cock twitches inside of you as he watches it slip in and out of your soaked hole, lips eagerly gripping and sucking him in every time his pelvis meets your ass.

His speed picks up, the desire to see you completely unravel under him becoming unbearable. You scream out his name, his title, anything your mind still allows you to muster up, making one of Enji’s hands move to cover your mouth. “Do you want everyone in the office to known that I’m fucking you?!” He hisses.

Enji’s fast pace and sharp thrusts have your eyes rolling back, the tension in your core starting to build again. His hand on your hip pulls you to meet a hard thrust, your legs shaking as he hits your sweet spot with such force. Your walls flutter in pleasure, the feeling of them around his cock spurring him on even more.

“Cum for me!” Enji groans. Your muffled moans and the sounds of skin slapping against skin are resonating in the room, hopefully not too loudly.

You bite into his hand as you cum hard around his cock, moving back against him to intensify it. Behind you Enji curses loudly before giving your ass another hard smack, making your pussy quiver around him.

He groans your name, giving one more snap of his hips before spilling his seed into you. You whimper as hot ropes of cum fill you, a bit of it slipping past his cock onto your thighs.

Enji’s hand leaves your mouth, knuckle stroking over the arch of your back as you shiver. He pulls his cock out of you, gathering the cum that’s spilling out on the head and pushing it back into you. After he is done he moves your panties back over your reddened pussy with a snap, chuckling as you yelp out.

You groan as he urges your tired body off of his desk. When you are off Enji pushes you to your knees and it’s clear to you what he wants. You open your mouth and he wastes no time in sliding his cock into your mouth.

You take in as much as you can, hollowing your cheeks to accommodate the girth as you suck him clean. Tasting the mixture of both of you makes your lust bloom up yet again but he pulls your head away after just a minute.

Enji smirks slightly as he tugs his cock back into his boxers and buckles his pants back up. Your eyes can’t help but stay focused on his big hands working his buckle, more sinful fantasies involving it starting to form.

You get up when he’s dressed and a dark blush spreads over your face as what just happened dawns on you. You just fucking your boss, oh no. You feel like turning on your heel and storming out right that second, too embarrassed and worried to form a sentence.

Enji’s hand catches your chin, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I hope you are aware that after today you’ll be assigned a new daily task. Clear an hour out of your schedule for it.” He tells you, so business-like that if you weren’t just fucked silly by him you wouldn’t have gotten it. He lets go of your chin and moves away as you stare at him.

You nod your head, smiling at your boss. “I’ll be right on it Mr. Todoroki.” Sitting back on his chair, he straightens out his blouse before returning to his paperwork.

You start to walk out of his office, a bit wonky in your heels. Enji clears his throat behind you, making you stop and turn around. He points at the coffee mug and at first, you think he’s joking, but as he picks it up and hands it to you you realize he isn’t.

You take the mug from Enji with a sheepish grin before walking out. The door falls shut behind you, leaving you wondering what you have gotten yourself into as your heart beats fast in your chest.

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