#this def went in a different direction but i had fun writing it

[soleilnomoon]

✨HEY THERE!✨ How is the most precious, cute, beautiful, talented and lovable person here doing?? 😉💜 Sooo.... I have a request... about Zoro... AGAIN... I think the previous Zoro asks just inspired me to request this one! (*_*) YES! I AM A ZORO WHIPPED ANON!! AND??? *adds Cardi b's I DON'T HAVE A DRIVER'S LICENSE AND??? meme" Lol anyway could I humbly request some ✓Zoro obsessed with size kink?? where he's completely like "YOU'RE SO FREAKING CUTE??? I'M A SWORDSMAN FOR BOOZE'S SAKE!! I HAVE A REPUTATION TO MAINTAIN!!" in his head cuz his pride would never allow him to do so in front of anyone lol😩 when his s/o is literally just drinking water. ✓Also could you please make him so whipped to the point of allowing his s/o to "guard" his swords while he's training cuz he just doesn't know how to express his love so he tries in his own way 🥺 BUT!! *dramatic gestures* 1-his s/o is also one of the strawhats and the bounty is almost as much as his badass Bruuh 2- she's a Blood Devil Fruit user 3-she's much more straightforward and natural at expressing her feelings. PLEASE just some cute/hot "WE COMPLETE EACH OTHER" moments 😭😭 •fem reader pls •established relationship •fluff and ;-; smut if you can darling 💚 Thanks a lot if you do and accept the ask🥺💜 YOU will save A horny LIFE 🙂

you’re an angel, really <3 so sorry this took so long, i’m terrible at multitasking. also, can i say that i’m obsessed with all these zoro requests; he’s a heathen, but he definitely has heart. anyway, i hope you have fun reading :)

1.8k words, fem reader, fluff & nsfw (obvy), established relationship - chopper makes an appearance!

after the tenth time of him asking, you finally acquiesce and take a trip to the infirmary. chopper, who has been waiting for days for you to let him check you over, nearly knocks over his chair as he ushers you inside. you take a deep breath and take a seat.

“it’s really not a big deal,” you start to say, but you’re shushed and despite how cute his face is, you know better than to disobey an order from the ship’s doctor. chopper moves with ease and efficiency, prodding around gently, looking for any fractures, any wounds that aren’t healing. “like i said,” you try again, “it’s not a big deal.” he frowns at your insistence, noting that you’re a little paler than normal, and scribbling notes on a notepad.

the silence is killing you; normally you enjoy the quiet, your boyfriend isn’t really the talkative type, but this? it’s unnerving. did chopper find something irreversible? is this a result of you overusing your devil fruit power?

suddenly, the anxiety that you normally keep in a small, small box in the back of your mind, seeps out, clouding your thoughts. chopper calls your name repeatedly and shakes your shoulders before you blink your eyes and can think clearly again.

“oh, sorry.” you’re not sure what came over you, but you’re glad it’s over.

there are a few deep cuts that are slow to heal, but nothing that won’t go away within a few weeks; he patches you up and you flex your bandaged fingers a bit. “thanks doc,” you flash him a friendly smile, fatigue evident in your sluggish movements, in your delayed reactions, and in your spacey demeanor.

chopper hops off of his chair and takes your hand, worry buried into his features. “your devil fruit will be the death of you.” it’s a solemn statement, one he delivers as if it’s fact and not speculation—something you simply cannot accept.

shaking your head, you laugh a little. “you’re being overly dramatic again.” when you move to pinch his cheeks, chopper dodges your hand, frowning and folding his arms against his chest.

“i’m serious, y/n.”

his tone denotes as much, his normally amiable, sweet mannerisms marred by his stern attitude. you remind yourself that he’s only looking out for you, so you don’t really hold it against him. “it’s fine, chopper. really.” you feel it, though; in every fight, more and more, it becomes increasingly difficult to use your powers without sacrificing too much of your lifespan. it’s the reason why you and zoro have been arguing more lately, where he insists you take more of a backseat when it comes to fighting—but you refuse to take that cowardly route.

especially with how everyone puts their lives on the line every single time? 

you shake your head but allow chopper to continue; you discuss options—the possibility of him working to create an artificial blood for you to use instead of your own, the downfall being that you’ll have to work twice as hard to make it feel natural with your style of fighting. it’s not something you’ve considered before, and you’re not entirely sure if it’s the most effective use of your powers.

still—if it means holding on to more of your life, maybe it is the way to go. chopper takes a few vials of your blood to work with, promising to let you know once he’s come up with a prototype. when you exit the infirmary, a strong pair of arms wraps around you from behind and pulls you against a hard chest. 

“may i help you?” you ask, wanting to tease your boyfriend a bit. “i’m sort of busy. sanji asked me to—”

he spins you around so that you’re face-to-face—or, chest-to-face in your case—with him, his dark eye narrowing at you quickly, even more once he sees your cheeky grin. “that’s a terrible joke,” he says gruffly, frowning as scenarios of that nefarious, idiotic cook attempting to seduce you shuffle through his mind. but, his worries dissipate when you rub your hand on his chest, soft, slow movements to soothe him. a warmth spreads through him, cheeks pinkening, making it hard for him to brood properly.

“what did chopper say?” he clears his throat, desperate to just have you alone so that you can talk at leisure. you, on the other hand, don’t mind talking out in the open; you tease him about it from time to time, where he swears he’s not shy, he’s just selfish. he wants you for himself—all of your laughs, your tears, all of your stubbornness; he’s never cherished someone the way he cherishes you. it’s terrifying just how much he would be willing to do in order to keep you safe. the feelings are too intense for him to confess; it eats away at him daily, keeping him up at night as he berates himself over and over. 

the cowardice is new for him, but he pushes aside those negative feelings to focus on you instead. 

you can tell he’s stuck in his head, so you shrug noncommittally, hoping your nonchalance will deter him from prying. “nothing much, let's relax for a bit.” you curl your hand around his thick wrist and tug him along. “you look like you need a nap. you’re gonna get wrinkles if you don’t sleep properly.” you don’t know if it’s actually true, but zoro grunts thoughtfully beside you and you keep your lips pressed together to suppress your laughter. you drag him off to your room, and tumble onto your bed with him. you both face each other; he brings a hand up and brushes your cheek with the back of his hand.

he still doesn’t understand how someone so free-spirited, honest, and kind-hearted as you can tolerate someone like him, but he’s grateful. too selfish to tell you to do better, the guilt never even crosses his mind—he studies your face for a brief moment, wondering if he should voice that question out loud to you before you lean forward and kiss him. it starts out slow and sweet, but when he pulls you closer—hands roaming down your back as you straddle him—you feel a burst of energy. if you were a better person, you would let him rest; but you’re every bit as selfish as he is, wanting to have your fill of him first.

you feel the bulge in his pants and smile while dropping a few playful kisses on his lips, your skirt riding up, exposing the wetness on your panties. you grind your hips against his, pussy throbbing from the friction. he moans into your mouth, his large hands cupping your ass roughly, the heat from his touch making your pulse erratic. he hooks a thumb underneath the side of your panties, tugging on them hastily; you smack his hand and roll your eyes as you maneuver around and pull your panties off. 

knowing zoro, if you leave it to him, he’ll destroy the pair intentionally.

after offering you a sly smile, he grabs onto the backs of your thighs, thick fingers digging into your skin as he brings you closer to his face. your thighs shake out of excitement as you lower yourself slowly, a needy ache passing through you when he slaps your ass. you let out a short yelp and finally do what he wants you to do. the moment your pussy touches his lips, his tongue dives in immediately, slipping through your moist folds without hesitation. he gives you a long lick, tongue barely touching your clit, but electrifying you all the same. you call out his name softly, hips rotating slowly. 

because he likes keeping you on your toes, he swipes his tongue repeatedly, giving you long, firm licks; the sensation has you crying out, a shudder rippling through your body as your arousal drips into his mouth. you’ve never felt the need to ask how he feels about you, but now you do; the question lingers on your tongue, ready to spill from your lips, when he starts sucking on your clit. he treats it like a piece of candy, savoring and consuming it without any gentleness. you cum hard, thighs burning as you hold that position, pussy aching pitifully.

he likes seeing you unravel like this—you only show this side to him. as your hips slow down, you place a hand on your chest, trying to slow your heart down. when you move to get off of him, however, zoro holds you still. confused, you look down at him, gently biting your lip, whimpering as he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“again,” he says huskily, goosebumps traveling along your skin as you sink down onto his mouth again. you don’t expect the change in pace, his mouth and tongue worshiping your pussy like the devoted follower he is. you’re sure he’s set to kill you, your throat a little hoarse from how loud you are—but he’s determined to show you exactly how he feels, the only way he knows how. your body feels light, your hips moving faster as you grip the headboard tightly. normally, you’d be a little bit more considerate of your crew mates.

but today? you’re going to indulge in your selfishness a little more. and it seems zoro will too.

his cock strains inside of his pants, desperate for some sort of relief that he can’t give it just yet. something inside of him has shifted, you’re sure of it; the way he’s handling you feeds into a dark desire that you kept tucked away. the second orgasm leaves you breathless, your lips parting as you pant, fingers gripping the headboard tighter.

you lift your hips up only to be stopped by him again; your heart lunges into your throat, beating fiercely as you lick your lips. “zoro, i can’t…” his lips brush against the folds of your pussy teasingly. he finally lets you go and you quickly climb off of him before he changes his mind again. your cheeks burn painfully and despite your eyes closing, you just know he’s got a satisfied smirk on his face. and it’s true, he does. you find out when he pulls you in for a kiss, tongue swirling around yours, your body melding to his as you cling onto him needily. 

it’s in between kisses that you let him know about what chopper actually said; your lips are swollen once he’s done with you and he rests his forehead against yours. you place a hand on his chest, enjoying the steady beats of his heart. a calmness envelopes both of you, wrapping around tight enough to finally give you the clarity you seek. 

you should have known, how could you be so oblivious? this warmth you have, caressing your heart, warming your body significantly as realization settles harshly, has you grabbing his face and kissing him recklessly. love is typically described as a messy, stressful, wondrous thing, and while you anticipate anxiety later on, it’s nowhere near you now. when he kisses you back, arms wrapped around you securely, his mouth is also whispering i love you, too.

#one piece imagine #one piece smut #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #this def went in a different direction but i had fun writing it #zoro's just a big ol' softie isn't he #fic request #zoro smut #roronoa zoro x y/n #roronoa zoro smut

[seungkwansphd]

bean me up, scotty

pairing: coffee roaster!seungcheol x cafe manager!YN word count: 2K synopsis: you see seungcheol often enough at work. helpful daytime seungcheol, you can handle. but nighttime, arms fully out seungcheol? that's a problem. themes: fluff, SFW, work crush/work acquaintances vibes. beefy seungcheol. SCOUPS RIZZ at the end, implied smut.

a/n: @wavelikewhat came up with this concept and we both had different ideas about how to approach it, so it was super fun to write and then read both versions! def check hers out here.

“Hey boss, Mr. Choi is here!” the voice of one of your baristas pulled your mind out of inventory suddenly.

“Hey I told you not to to call me mister, kid,” Seungcheol’s voice followed. You can practically hear the pout in his tone, which drew a smile to your lips.

“I’ll be right out,” you called back and tucked your pencil behind your ear.

You stepped out of the back room to greet Choi Seungcheol, head roaster at Brandywine Coffee Roasters.

“Hey Cheol,” you greeted him with a smile, “You can leave the delivery in the usual spot. I’ll put it up later.”

“You sure? I have time today, you’re my last delivery,” he raised an eyebrow at you, an offer to help.

“Well, I won’t say no, if you have the time. I’ll caffeinate you,” you shrugged. This was your typical offer and as usual he took you up on it.

“Okay,” he nodded and rolled his dolly into the back room.

Brandywine was the core coffee roaster that you used at your cafe. Seungcheol had been your point of contact for almost a year now, so he knew his way around without any direction. He set to work on replenishing your two pound bags of espresso blend and let you handle the retail, one pound single-origins.

“Oh? You found it?” your eyes widened as you read the label of the bag in your hands. “Restricted oxygen?”

You had mentioned this specific type of processing to Seungcheol a few months ago. The low oxygen processing conditions selected for a unique proportion of microorganisms, yielding an unusual flavor profile once roasted. It seemed quite niche, so you were surprised to be holding a bag in your own hands. You set one bag aside for your personal tasting needs before shelving the rest of the bags.

“Got time to try this with me?” you asked as you both left the back room. “I can set us up a French press.”

“Yeah,” Seungcheol nodded. “Let me just put this back in the truck.”

“Sure,” you smiled at him, setting about prepping. You were giddy with excitement as you ground the beans. The aroma was already quite striking.

“Are we doing a tasting?” your youngest barista, Chan, asked curiously.

“Yes,” you nodded surely.

“Oh yay! Seungcheol whips up the coolest stuff. What is it today?”

“It’s a restricted oxygen process Ethiopia,” Seungcheol answered, appearing behind Dino. “Experimental processing, but cool. I’ll be interested to hear what you think, YN.”

“Whoa, that’s cool! Like leaning towards anaerobic, huh?”

“Yes, exactly that,” you grinned.

As the timer counted down, Chan helped a customer. Seungcheol stood with his arms crossed, watching you watch the timer.

“Missed you at the roaster showcase,” you commented as you depressed the French press plunger and poured the brew into cortado glasses.

“Eh, you know I don’t like that stuff. Sam is way better at those events. I heard it went well though, thanks again for letting us use the space.”

“Of course,” you chuckled, handing the glass to Seungcheol. It was hard to ignore the jolt you felt when his hands brushed over yours, but you liked to think you did your best. “Chan!” you beckoned during a lull in customers.

“Oh interesting!” Chan’s eyebrows raised with surprise, “It tastes almost like…peachy gummy rings? Fascinating!”

“Hmm,” you hummed thoughtfully as you tasted the liquid in your mouth. “I don’t know that I get peach gummy, but I see what you’re saying. There’s like fruit and sweetness, but it’s not very high, if that makes sense.”

“Yeah, I agree,” Seungcheol nodded before taking another aerated sip. “Really neat, thanks for the suggestion, YN,” he nudged you gently.

You smiled sheepishly at him and ignored Chan’s pointed look. You could already tell that once Seungcheol left, you were going to get yet another earful about how you and the roaster were dancing around each other and denying mutual chemistry. You were overcome by an unreasonable desire to keep Seungcheol here longer so that you could avoid that.

“Something for the road?” you asked instead, shaking that thought out of your mind. “I have a seasonal cherry syrup and we’re doing a cherry cola espresso tonic that’s kind of fun for the summer.”

“Huh. Caffeine and caffeine?” Seungcheol considered the drink with amusement. “Sure, I’ll try it.”

“I’m assuming you’ll want YN to make it, as usual?” Chan teased, stepping back from the bar.

The roaster placed his hands into his packers and shrugged with a soft smile, but didn’t deny it. You laughed and set about crafting his featured beverage.

“I really think you two like each other!” Chan started practically before the door had swung shut behind Seungcheol.

“I do like Seungcheol. And his coffee.”

“I mean in a non-professional way. Please note I didn’t say unprofessional, because I don’t think it would be unprofessional. I just think you think he’s hot and he thinks you’re hot. He’s always taking your coffee suggestions and he looks at you a lot when you’re not looking.”

“Chan,” you planted your hands on your hips.

You didn’t want to talk about this with him anymore. He didn’t need to know that the reason was fear of it pushing your delulu brain further than it already was with this workplace crush. You liked Seungcheol, but you also only saw him at work, so it didn’t need to go further than that.

Outside, Seungcheol was grateful that he worked alone. If he’d had a Chan, they most certainly would’ve called him on the inordinately pleased look that had crossed his face when he’d caught the start of your conversation as he left. While it was a guess on Chan’s part, it at least reassured Seungcheol that he wasn’t the only person who had picked up on a potential something between you. Not that he felt ready to do anything about it yet, but he could at least be comforted that it wasn’t totally fabricated on his end.

…

“Eee, staff outing, I’m so excited!” Naomi and Chan squealed excitedly as they skipped towards the bar.

You smiled, thoroughly entertained, as you watched them. You hadn’t had a chance to do much prying yet, but you had a sneaking suspicion that they had started dating recently.

“The answer is yes,” Seungkwan, one of your higher seniority staff, clicked his tongue judgmentally at the pair.

“Huh?” your head whipped around to look at him more directly.

“They are dating. Just last week.”

You had to burst out laughing. For someone who’s life occasionally got quite messy, he could be quite judgemental, but he was also incredibly reliable and responsible in ways that made you grateful he’d continued to work with you for so long.

“Thank you for the updates as usual,” you smiled before grabbing his arm to pull him into the bar.

You spotted Naomi and Chan whispering to each other at the end of the bar and you made your way towards them.

“Okay, let’s thank Father Chip for bankrolling our annual staff outing. Please drink wisely,” you smiled at him. It was a sorry excuse for a grand speech, but it would do well enough to kick the night off.

You looked over the menu as Chan and Naomi waited to catch the eye of a bartender. You heard some commentary about a ‘beefcake’ as you wondered just what exactly Cynar was made out of.

“Oh, he’s coming, he’s coming!” Naomi bounced on her heels excitedly, which meant you had to decide what you wanted and quickly.

“Hey folks, what can I get-,” the bartender greeted you. You were just in the middle of recognizing his voice when he recognized you first. “Oh hey Chan, Naomi, Seungkwan! Is YN out with you?”

“Seungcheol?” you lifted your head, slightly bewildered, to meet eyes with Brandywine’s own head roaster.

“Hey,” he nodded at you. It was a normal greeting, but something about the way his eyes flicked over you afterwards made you impossibly nervous.

“Do you work here?” Seungkwan asked on your behalf.

“Not usually,” Seungcheol brought his arm up to scratch the back of his neck, “Sammy owns this place too and occasionally he needs a hand.”

Sammy was Seungcheol’s business partner at Brandywine, so this made some sense, but your brain and eyes were busy processing Seungcheol’s arm. Daytime Seungcheol was typically clad in a flannel or a solid Carhartt t-shirt, effectively hiding his build. Nighttime Seungcheol, however, was wearing a cut off t-shirt which favored you with a gratuitous view of his muscles. This was a problem for you.

“So what are we drinking?” Seungcheol asked, “Happy to make recommendations too.”

He held your gaze for a moment.

“I’ll do the Coco Bop,” Seungkwan ordered. Dino and Naomi quickly followed suit and before you knew it, Seungcheol stood before you, arms fully out, waiting for your order.

“What does Cynar taste like?”

“Oh, I don’t know actually. You want to try?” he asked before turning to grab the bottle. He poured out a partial shot and took a sip before handing it to you. When you set down the glass, you were both making mirrored grimacing faces at each other.

“That is foul,” you inhaled sharply, face warm from the overwhelming taste of the liquor. “Thank you though. I will have a glass of white wine, please.”

“Oh we have a skin fermented wine, I think you’ll like that. It’s got a little bit of that funk, like the low oxygen process. How’s that sound?”

“I’m sure it’ll be good!” you nodded, self conscious at the crowd that had built up behind you, eagerly awaiting their turn to order.

“This one’s on me,” he smiled when he returned with the glass.

“Oh no-, I-.”

“You comp me all the time. Let me get this one for you.”

“Okay,” you nodded before seeking out the rest of your staff. You just knew you were going to be teased about this interaction too.

Despite your best efforts, you and Seungcheol continued to cross paths and meet eyes the rest of the evening. Whether you were returning glassware, barreling into him as you left the bathroom, or feeling his gaze on you as you watched the others dance, it all seemed to affect you. Unfortunately for your brain, you liked this version of Seungcheol too and it made you curious for more.

Seungcheol watched you try to avoid his gaze and he glanced at the clock impatiently. He’d only agreed to take on the opening shift, so he had a handful of minutes left. He hoped that you’d stick around until then.

“You can leave now,” Sammy appeared at his side.

“Huh?”

“I’m worried your eyes are going to fall out of your head if you look any harder at YN,” Sammy rolled his eyes. He’d had a sneaking suspicion about you since Seungcheol had brought up the idea of participating in the coffee roaster showcase at your cafe.

“Wish me luck,” Seungcheol chuckled before heading towards you.

“And then she said-,” Seungkwan’s words trailed off as his eyes widened at you.

“What did she say?!” you demanded. You were surprised and confused when all three of them shook their heads and pointed at something behind you. Someone, rather.

“Hey,” Seungcheol was standing behind you with his hands in his pockets. “Are you hungry? I just finished up.”

“...I could eat,” you answered, heat zipping up your spine again.

“Did you drive?”

“No.”

“I’ll give you a ride then,” he smiled. He waved at Chan, Naomi, and Seungkwan before leading you out the staff entrance to his car.

“Should I plan to drop you off at home tonight or tomorrow?” he asked as he backed out of his parking spot.

If you’d been holding something, you most certainly would have dropped it. You bit your lip and still failed to hold in your gobsmacked grin at this line.

“...tomorrow.”

Seungcheol glanced over, eyes flicking over you again, before he smiled smugly and drove out of the parking lot.

#scoups fanfic #scoups fluff #seungcheol fanfic #seungcheol fluff #svthub #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #scoups x reader #scoups scenario #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol imagines #seungkwansphd:writes

[rockingtheorange]

Get to know me!

Last song: Enemigos - Sebastian Llosa 🎶

Last film: Ron's gone wrong🤖😆

Currently reading: Wolfs-kinder by Vera Buck (a Christmas present)

Currently watching: Last Twilight (GMMTV series) / Percy Jackson (Disney series)

Currently consuming: pasta :)

Currently craving: corn cocktails I had in Mexico😣

Were you named after anyone?

As far as I know no, in Italian my name means happiness/joy. But the name I chose for myself is named after the ocean ☺ (Talay means ocean/sea in Thai)

When was the last time you cried?

I've been crying at night, before sleeping. I spent a month with my girlfriend and going back to long distance on the other side of the planet hit me harder than a truck🧸

Do you have kids?

Nope, and I don't plan on having them. I'm already struggling managing myself lol

What sports do you play/have you played?

Many when I was little: swimming, tennis, basketball... my parents wanted their children to try many things but I've always been artisty and I stuck to ballet for 5 years, then paused it for a few and came back for another 2/3 years. Then I went for theater ☺🤸

Do you use sarcasm?

Me? No. I don't use sarcasm, I AM sarcasm. But depends on the language I'm speaking honestly (different language - different personality is a real thing lol)

What's the first thing people notice about you?

I've absolutely no idea, but for some reason they always get my vibe wrong. People think I'm cold and quiet but if they earn my trust, I'm very warm and love physical touch

What's your eye color?

Brownish? Idk people have told me they look orange at times (???) or green under direct sunlight 😃 Let's say a light brown? copper maybe???🤭

Scary movies or happy endings?

I like both. Depends on my mood. (One of my fav series is scary with sad ending and all my fav movies are happy endings)

Any talents?

Some would say many, others would say none. I'd say I try my best in everything I do and talent is often a misused concept that only appreciates something you were born with instead of what you've worked hard on (even worse if people call talent the skill you've spend time and tears on)

Where were you born?

Milan 🙂 (fun fact I was kinda ☠ing and doctors had to remove my right kidney cause I had a tumor. All fine ever since tho☺👍)

What are your hobbies?

Many, I mostly make my hobbies collide with my growth in knowledge and working opportunities. Everything from writing, watching videos, playing videogames, listening to music, spending time in nature...

Do you have any pets?

2 meows 🐱🐱

How tall are you?

Shmall! I'm always the smallest one🥲 1,60 m 🤏

Favorite subject in school?

Def art class when I was little, then maybe math cause it has always been very easy for me. (But I used to love a subject depending on the topic and my own willingness to study it lol)

Dream job?

I'm trying to get a job as a 3D animator but it's hard. I just want to work in the cinema industry honestly 🥺 maybe travel from time to time...

A bit late but thank you @meraki-yao for the tag, you're always lovely ☺❤

Tagging someone that I hope hasn't done it yet: @manic-pixie-fever-dream @mylucayathoughts @couldvebeenus @onpurposeilovehimonpurpose

[vermillioncrown]

just read ch. 7 of tpac! the whole time i was like "timmy, no." and then i was like "korvin no!" i mean, looking from the outside, stalker tim drake would definitely freak out korvin, but reading the chapter in tim's pov, it makes him sound so reasonable. and i could say the same thing about korvin when i read his pov in ch. 6 and how there's a reasonable thought process there. im not blaming korvin, but looks like he just escalated the situation, and im worried what tim and korvin end up doing.

love the moment tim concluded that korvin must be his replacement, and he seemed to have just went "ok. alright. makes sense. i'll be professional." it's genuine, but it also sounds like he's compartmentalizing there for a bit.

also, for the rest of the chapter, i was just going, "oh my god, just talk. someone tell stuff to someone! maybe, idk, ask?" while also cackling. the tendency of not telling people who care about you about stuff you probably should is very much a bat thing, i'll say.

gotta say tho, if i only had this chapter on tim's pov to base on, it wouldve looked to me that korvin fits in perfectly with the bats' in terms of a lack of communication skills. or is this just a mind game he's instigating? the usual paranoia? what was going on his head when he went for the flight reaction at the sight of tim as robin? and then pulling that usb stunt.

like. what kinda vibes has korvin been getting from tim for him to get to this point?

i shall answer morning (?) you and then later you (second ask)

=

yep thank u for seeing that if you take each pov as is, both tim and korvin may be squirrely in different ways but they both come from a rational starting point (which is what makes their particular type irrationality a slippery slope and super fun to write)

(and something to be mindful of irl, i'm def prone to anxious spirals but have the energy of a dried-out slug so i just ride the spiral to the end until it's so irrational that i go "lol okay there's a higher chance of a meteor striking my apartment dead on, calm down bitch" to myself. korvin has a lot of energy)

and tim wrt potentially being replaced "i guess so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ hahaha" he is definitely compartmentalizing and rationalizing

(i don't want to get into uwu tim sadboi territory bc i feel that's a slippery slope to take, but bro's not okay. it takes a type of childhood, parenting, and enabling to make tim drake.

but i hope readers can catch hints of that in his pov)

no one's fucking talking lmao who does that??? (real adults with emotional and social competency)

(people who aren't terrified of being vulnerable 🙃)

but like, think about it. if you're constantly trained to have a secret identity and always around people that do the same...you get used to not talking. very bat, like you pointed out. + so much more going on; someone left a very insightful comment on the chapter that had me kicking my feet in the air 🥰🥰

and yes, the final bit you've pointed out--to tim, this is like standard fare bat mindgame shit. or what the fuck is going on with this kid??? who reacts like that, to that extreme???

this will resolve next chapter, so hang on until then 😏 please do continue to speculate because 1) it's fun and 2) i really don't write things by accident (my writing's already bloated--i do a lot of excising and editing to keep to the point)

rereading tpac ch. 7 with a clearer mind than i was in the morning earlier.

i gotta say, one of the best things i love about your writing the most is how wonderfully flawed you write the characters. tim drake is a character i adore and it's a compliment when i say i wanna punch him in the throat with the way you characterized him. it's so fascinating to see korvin from the direct pov of someone korvin doesn't know well yet, like with dick's pov and with barbara, back to how he was before they bonded, and especially with someone young like tim and also tim being tim.

which! ofc they would clash terribly for the first time! ofc tim "no sense of personal boundaries" drake would simply absolutely rub korvin "hates being perceived" kwan the wrong way in the most vehement way possible.

anyway, ya. tim deserves that a little bit in the end, and im excited to see where the tim-korvin dynamic is gonna go from here.

first off, i just wanna say i'm super flattered and appreciative of you (and other readers) actually giving this much attention to the fic. i joke it's not homework but like, you're having fun, i'm having fun, there's a bit of substance going on 🤭 a little puzzle, a little treat

and then another thank you 😭😭😭 because that's the goal with my characters. i want them to be believable and coherent in their own perspectives, which means traits and behaviors that are strengths can be recontextualized as flaws (and vice versa). not really into strict "this is always positive" "this is always negative".

(a big running theme in all my fics + something you can't avoid with SI fics is "a whole person is defined by both the internal and external". you have your core, but you must also be perceived)

i'll take the way you want to punch tim (lovingly) in the throat as a compliment! i want that! he deserves a bit of bullying! i just get sad when ppl get actually mad-mad at him because...bro's just trying his best but playing the wrong game with the wrong pieces lmao

his view of korvin also goes back to your previous asks about how'd they interact, and the answer is "depends on the context of how they meet and their relative social place to one another". tim's much older than korvin in whfagt and those are extenuating circumstances, so that's a very different interaction vs...this lol.

HAHA yes, you got it in one on how tim rubs korvin wrong. you'll get the other side next chapter.

(another theme with SIs is "get perceived, idiot", so korvin's getting dragged kicking and screaming into that. eventually. might take a whole sequel.)

you're excited to see, and i'm excited to show! in my other fics, the SI has the luxury of fucking off and stepping away from powder keg social interactions (kinda), but not korvin. so it's finally reasonable for me to write the most batshit (pun intended) insane character dynamics i can imagine

(if i wasn't so tied into my metacognition, there would have been plenty of places in my other fics i could have gone off the rails like readers wanted/expected. but that's not how i work.)

#maryallenc #inquiry #on tpac #redglyphs #writing #thank you for spending brain cells on my fic bc that's just...wow to think about #i'm trying to make little puzzles and you guys find them worth solving #🥰🥰🥰 #i feel like well-developed characters are like puzzles #they have their core but how it manifests depends on the context #or you have figured out a different context that yields convergent evolution of how their personality manifests #if characters always behaved the same no matter what that's not a character that's a macguffin #and unless there's more going on in the story (themes+message+prose+etc) macguffin characters don't interest me or (worse) they irk me #they are illogical with respect to their setting. they don't fit. #i am a little creature that loves fitting things into things

[sparkedblaze]

Have you seen the 1992 newsies movie and if so what are your kid blink thoughts?

Yes I have. Not as much as I’ve seen Livesies (I saw Livesies first) but I’ve still seen it way too many times

(Idk if this is the same anon, but someone asked about Elmer earlier, and I must also direct you to @newsie-collective because the hcs are p rad)

Kid Blink 🥰🥰🥰

His real name is Louis Balett or Ballat or Baletti (depending on sources. I think the widely accepted version is Baletti)

He was an actual newsie!! He was the face of the strike, and gave many speeches, some of which he earned awards for ‘best speech of the evening’ and stuff. He was very charismatic and was good at moving crowds with said speeches.

He had red hair irl, and he went by other names like ‘Red Blink’, ‘Blind Diamond’, and ‘Muggsy McGee’

He was accused of betraying the strike (and is probably the reason Jack betrays them and takes the bribe and such), of which some sources say he was acquitted, though he still stepped down

He was arrested during the strike

That’s all I know about the real Kid Blink

Now for the fun stuff 🥰

Kid Blink, the Newsies newsie, is quick to anger, and can hold a grudge for ages

He is still good at rallying the others, but in more of a Chad Danforth way rather than a Troy Bolton way.

He and Mush are definitely together, though Blink struggles to come to terms with the fact that he’s gay.

It’s my personal hc that he opened the bar that would eventually become Stonewall Inn (because the real Louis Baletti was a saloon keeper, and was rumored to have worked with the mafia)

He’s def got a crush on Specs and Tommy, but isn’t sure how to approach that fact

And then Skittery comes and he’s not only got a crush but has an insane urge to protect (which Skit does not appreciate)

In public he’s very charismatic, easily tricks people into buying papes that they def don’t need, and almost definitely don’t want to read.

Rarely uses his blindness as a crutch for selling, can and will soak anyone that insinuates that it’s the only reason he sells so well.

Is actually Jack’s right hand, not Mush (like he claims to be)

Isn’t good with kids, so he tends to stay away from the littles

Unless they’re building with Specs. He always likes seeing what they build.

Insomniac. Always tired. Rarely sleeps. Has to have weight on him, which Mush is happy to provide.

If he gets arrested, he gives the cops a different fake name so it can’t be on his rap sheet.

They know it’s the same kid, but they can’t prove it, so they write whatever name he gives them (but file it in the same folder. He has to give them his real name eventually)

Smokes to take the edge off, especially after a rough day

Lmk if you have any more questions!!

#newsies #livesies #92sies #kid blink #anon asks #thanks anon!

[rollercoasterwords]

hi i would like to rant to u if thats okay because i saw ur rant u wrote like 6 days ago and it just kinda made me think so i hope u don't mind.

i love writing. i always have and when im writing i always get excited, except then i started posting on the internet. at first i got some attention which actually pushed me to write more and then i wrote this fanfic that blew up and got a lot of attention which dont get me wrong was GREAT like im proud of it, but it also changed my perception of writing

all of a sudden this silly little thing i wrote was now something people were talking about with their friends and reccomending and that was great but it made me feel different about my own work. it changed how i percieved writing, and more often than not i catch myself writing for them, not for me.

recently i started writing this fic that made me giggle and kick my feet while writing it. i wrote it SO fast because i could not get enough of it, and then i started publishing and it didn't get much attention. i've had other fics that didnt get attention before and it was like meh, but after the work i wrote that blew up, it felt like my fics NEEDED to become popular to be good, which is like,,, shit

and whenever i posted a chapter of my new fic or talked about it, i'd get comments on my fic asking about my popular one, if i'll make a second one ect.

it made me lose interest in my story because i'd gotton hooked on others approval and i didn't want to write something they weren't interested in, because then they wouldn't read it and it would all be for nothing.

i forgot the original reason i started writing. for me. and its been so hard to try and just get back into that headspace of writing for me and not others because of the attention i'd gotton from my previous stories.like how i felt now that i had a fair few followers i owed them stories THEY wanted to read.

i'm not sure how to get back into writing for myself, because i don't want to delete my works or stop posting, because i do enjoy it when people say nice things and help my motivation, but at the same time it also makes me feel like i have to write what they want and not what i want, because if i write it and they dont like it ive failed

anyway thats my little rant, i dont know if u even understand what im talking about but it was nice to get off my chest

thank you <3

no i feel u i can def relate 2 a lot of that experience! it can be a weird experience 2 have a fic go viral & it is definitely not always entirely positive. honestly think the only reason i've escaped a lot of the harassment + hate i've seen directed towards other people who have had fics go viral is that my fic that went viral was a rewrite of someone else's story, so most of the discourse remains centered around the original story + writer which honestly. feels like i managed 2 dodge a bullet lmao

but i can def relate 2 the sudden pressure of abruptly finding urself in a situation where tons of people are reading something u were just casually writing 4 fun, and suddenly feeling like u need 2 meet certain demands or live up 2 expectations. honestly feeling this pressure to keep up w those expectations led to some burnout 4 me last fall/winter, which is why i stopped posting for a few months. and like obviously i can't say what would be most helpful 4 u--that's something u kinda have 2 figure out 4 urself--but i do know that for myself + for some other writer friends who i've talked to, taking a break from posting can be really helpful in like...reframing ur mindset. i think getting some distance from the constant expectations + demands + feedback can help sort of clear the air and strips away both that pressure + that attention + sort of makes it easier 2 focus on writing just to write for urself. 4 me it helped me figure out that while i do love sharing my writing + getting nice comments + messages + talking 2 people abt it etc, that's just icing on the cake, and writing still brings me a lot of joy even without any attention. and once i was able to like...center that attitude + ground my writing in personal enjoyment rather than the online attention economy, it made me feel steadier abt coming back + posting again, and also helped get rid of some of the anxiety of meeting people's expectations, bc i realized that at the end of the day i genuinely don't really care if someone dislikes my story so much that they need to stop reading it; in fact, i think it's better for everyone involved if someone who feels like they're not getting what they want from my story goes and looks for what they want somewhere else! it's not a failure on my part to sufficiently like...entertain an audience or provide a product, because that's not what i'm trying to do in the first place, y'know? and i think that shift in mindset helped a lot, and continues to help when i start 2 feel that pressure again from posting my writing online. it's counterintuitive at first bc i think we're all sort of conditioned to think there's no point to making art unless you're making it for an audience, but once u realize that The Audience is not the be all end all of creating art, i think it makes the process of creation a lot more freeing + fun.

anyway hope u are able 2 navigate the weirdness that can come with sharing ur writing online + find a way 2 write that brings u the most joy!!

#ask

[emberwood-if]

how did u come up with emeberwood tie such a cool concept! what's ur brainstorming process like for coming up with this idea?

Ahhh thank you!!

So i mentioned before that Emberwood was like the brain child of two IF WIPs I was working on, and somehow I meshed them together when they both weren’t working for me and somehow like...it just worked! But other than that,

I'm a big superhero fan 😭 Marvel, DC, The Boys, (I have plans to watch invincible but haven't gotten around to it lol) all that stuff is right up my alley. So I knew I wanted powers in my IF, the idea of powers never changed, it was more about what type of powers because thats what sets the tone

I didn't want it to be grounded in fantasy, because I'm more of a contemporary writer anyway. So I knew this was going to be grounded in science fiction, which meant that I gave myself rules I needed to follow, and thats how I built their powers.

I asked myself a lot of questions as I was brainstorming but the main one for powers was: is this visually appealing? Does it propel the story forward? How badly does it impact the characters life and personality? lol I wanted the powers to have a very visual aspect to it, as well as be something fun and different. Like...shapeshifters are pretty common, but a shape shifter who likes to be a cat and sleep everywhere feels almost quirky in a way, which I feel like helps me balance the tone between humorous and…dark? i am a very angst-driven reader/writer so I knew I wanted the powers to be very much tied to their backstories and who they are rather than something they just have..which is where the prisoner aspect comes from. Because something that should be cool and make life easier has actually made all their lives harder, and I used that as a way to also get the found family trope I love so much. Nothing is better than forced proximity? Lol

I also knew I wanted it to be a small town story, which are my favs. So basically I had all the pieces I just didn’t know how to connect them haha

So the main point I had before I came up with Emberwood was: “I want them to have powers, and I want MC to be a fish out of water sort of trope, but how do I…get them together?”

I had some of their backstories down (not really but like little nuggets) , but I needed to find a way to connect them in a way that it made sense and that I actually want to write and people want to read. The idea of them being prisoners was so good to me that I audibly got up and said “I GOT IT” to my partner 😭😭😭 and once I did that it really all came together pretty quickly. The backstories, the narratives, all of it just followed and I knew I went the right direction

And that’s how I came up with Emberwood! I definitely just generalized my process but if anyone is interested I can def break it down, haha but

ty for your interest! ❤️🥹🫶

#ask #emberwood #anonymous #author

[knottyroseswrites]

What I Don’t Have (is what you are made of) - Notes on the timeline

~this note is spoiler free until the pictures. Then its all spoilers~

Here’s a horrifying insight to my writing process: until chapter 9 I did not have a proper timeline. I’d looked at the maniac tour schedule and was using that as a rough guideline, but other than that we were working on hopes, prayers, and vibes. The even funnier truth is that I didn’t make the timeline until I had the horrifying realisation that someday people were hopefully going to read this and some of them might care if the timeline didn’t make sense. 

Another fun side note is that after the interviews I had pretty much no outline and just ploughed forward with blind ambition trying to get these two idiots to kiss and trusting that they eventually would. I’ve added a picture under the cut of my ‘outline’ if you can even call it that. So yeah. No real timeline, and no real outline, just vibes.

So to make the timeline I opened up the fic doc and took a million notes of every scene I’d written so far. I also noted any time indicators I made in the fic either to a specific date (‘about two weeks later’, ‘I've been here a month now’, ect) and fixed dates (start of the tour, specific locations ect). Then, like the corporate nerd I am, I turned all that information into a spreadsheet, pulled up a calendar, pulled up the maniac tour dates, sent up some prayers to the patron gods of fic writing, and went at it.

To my relief, while it’s a bit creative, the timeline works. I had to push the Oddinary release back a bit from when it happens in real life to make sense with when Y/N started, and I had to change a few of my time indicators in the fic, but other than that I was able to keep all other big fixed dates the same (aka tour dates and maxident release). And honestly I think it makes more sense then it has any right to considering I figured it out after I wrote it. 

I will say that I do play with ‘cannon’ a bit, not all events happen exactly when they did irl, and not everything is the exact same. So consider this like a split in the timeline, this is the universe where Oddinary comes out early and Y/N exists. It’s funny that I feel like I need to say that, it’s a fanfic for fucks sake. But anytime I write ‘canon compliant’ anything I worry some bastard is going to go through my fic with a fine comb and go ‘um actually, that’s not what happened!’. So this is me saying: I KNOW, I made artistic choices to make the best story possible. If you want a pure timeline of events go read a calendar. 

Sorry, probably unlikely you’re one of those people if you’re reading this, I just really needed to say it.

Anyway… back on track. Really this timeline was just more for my peace of mind than anything else. While writing I felt it was mostly important the reader felt the passage of time and the development during it, not exact dates. And I think I achieved that.

But I’m vain and I did all this work so here you go. Screenshots of my insane ass notes and spreadsheet for your reference.

Final notes before the screen shots:

1. Non fixed dates are approximate. Like they can move probably a few days in either direction and be fine. Sometimes I just had to pick something.

2. SPOILERS INCOMING! If you haven’t finished the fic yet, maybe don’t keep scrolling, cus my notes def contain vague spoilers. Or I guess if angst stresses you out and you want to spoil yourself, go for it!

3. As I write this note I have not written the entire epilogue yet, and have some plans to change scenes, so don’t take this as gospel. It’s a picture of a living document. And also internal notes so sorry bout typos!

Image 1: All I had as an outline after the interviews… you’ll notice it’s very different then where we ended up!

Image 2: my illegible first notes of the scenes when I decided to figure out the timeline

Image 3: The master spreadsheet of the timeline

#KnottyRoses Rambles #KnottyRoses Writes #What I Don't Have (is what you are made of) #Authors Notes #Stray Kids Fanfiction

[hypmicdaydreams]

Hello! This might be a little tough so feel free to cut out any characters that you can't write for! May I request for scenarios (or general hcs if that's easier for you ) of yandere Ramuda, Jakurai and Samatoki? Thank you for your hard work!!

This was def interesting and super fun to write! Always do love me some good yandere characters, though I hope I was able to portray it well! I went with scenarios, and since you didn't give a specific prompt, I went with something different for each if that's fine! Thank you sm for the request anon, and I hope you enjoy 💕

-pairings: samatoki aohitsugi x gn!reader, ramuda amemura x gn!reader, jakurai jinguji x gn!reader

-genre: yandere

-word count (overall): ~2.3k

-content warning: yandere themes. please don't interact if you're uncomfortable with themes of manipulation, obsession, violence, unhealthy relationships, etc.

Samatoki (737 words): when someone interacts(?) with you

samatoki, in all of his aggression and recklessness, was always so impulsive, resorting to such great lengths to “protect” you, or so that’s what he preferred to call it anyway. he did tend to be quite the emotional one, acting on sudden urges without much of a second thought, nor a first thought at that. it was as if he was blinded when it came to your safety, stopping at nothing to ensure that you were still alright, directly by his side. 

and you certainly did appreciate how he was always looking out for you and your safety, at least, that’s what you tried telling yourself. it was…a lot; samatoki always took it too far, all in the name of keeping you safe. no one was allowed near you, much less look or breathe in your direction, that is, without him standing right next to you, to ensure that no one dared to lay a hand on you of course. anyone that ever challenged that rule, gathered the courage to go against the all-powerful yakuza leader of yokohama, surely had what was coming from samatoki. 

“you didn’t have to beat him up!” you cried, trying to argue against the brick wall that was your boyfriend. it was difficult to hold back the emotion in your voice, to calm the way your heart shook. this was the umpteenth time this exact scenario happened, samatoki beating up someone, anyone, that even interacted with you. you were getting sick of it. his bruised fists truly did tell a vile story, the sight ingrained in your memories. and from his connections with the police as well as the power he held being a part of the yakuza, he always got away with it. “all he did was greet me!”

“yeah?” his tone was always so…visceral, so livid. samatoki seemed constantly angry and on edge, and it definitely frightened you to an extent, the way his red eyes seemed to glow with a sort of rage, the frown on his handsome features striking fear at anyone that even looked its way. even around you, when he tended to be more soft and caring, his anger shook you to the core. you never wanted to make him so, even when it wasn’t directed at you in particular. it was simply frightening to see him in such a state. “i didn’t like the way he was lookin’ at ya.’” he took another breath of his cigarette as if nothing had happened. “i’m yer boyfriend after all.”

“but he didn’t do anything!”

when samatoki glared at you, you certainly felt daggers, a cold chill running down your spine. even when you heard him sigh, his gaze softening as he approached you, the adrenaline was still kicking in, your instincts telling you to book it. ah samatoki was always so scary in such moments. 

“‘m doing it to protect you.” samatoki flicked the cigarette, putting out the dwindling flame with his foot. “i know their intentions, always seeming innocent and shit to lure ya in. i’ve dealt with bastards like them plenty of times.” you couldn’t find it in you to reject his embrace; the warmth and comfort you felt as he put a hand on your shoulder, no matter how much the anxiety in your stomach never withered away, did certainly feel good, and you wanted to believe in it. well…samatoki must be right. he was a part of the yakuza after all; only he could spot the signs. he was simply protecting you because he cared for you, loved you. you shouldn’t question him, instead only placing utmost trust in him. “i only want to protect ya.’”

you couldn’t say anything to that. now you felt terrible, knowing that he simply did all that to keep you safe. samatoki hadn’t meant any harm. and his warmth and touch now, oh how it felt amazing! so loving, the way he gazed at you, hearts apparent in his eyes. he truly was just trying to keep you out of harm’s way, and you owed him the world for it. 

“i’ll try not to go…too far next time,” he muttered, stroking your hair, unable to hold back a small smile when he felt you release all that tension you had built up. he always did like you best when you were happy and comfortable right in his arms. 

he never did follow up on those statements, however.

Ramuda (755 words): when you try to “escape”

“aww you’ve gotten so good at hide and seek!”

although ramuda was sounding as playful as ever, whining about how unfair it was that he may begin to lose, even as good as he was at such a game, you only felt a shiver run through your spine, unable to swallow the lump in your throat. you knew that you had angered him when you tried to hide from ramuda, perhaps even plotting a little escape, or at least, that’s what he called it. how could you want to be away from him! ah it was so heartbreaking, seeing as you want to leave him! he childishly cries. even when you assure him that wasn’t the case—you simply wanted to go out for a quick walk around the block—ramuda insists that it must be so, that you wanted to leave. 

it was all a façade he put up, of course, able to hear the seething rage underneath all of it, your primal instinct of fear kicking in when you noticed the darkness in his eyes. gone were the beautiful blue ones that were filled with hearts, lovestruck at the mere sight of you. 

“i won’t be able to find you next time.”

his voice deepened, the anger you were so afraid of leaking out. it never failed to make you regret your choices actually. and although you couldn’t see his face too well right now, unable to move much given that he was taking your measurements for an outfit he was making, you were sure they held that darkness to them. his strength grew as he pulled on the belt he put around your waist (you often were the mannequin used when he made clothes, though he preferred the term ‘doll’), letting up and muttering a playful ‘sorry’ in that usual voice of his when he saw you flinch. 

you couldn’t really say much, opting to remain silent. the anxiety and fear were eating you up on the inside, beginning to feel a tad too nauseous as the pit in your stomach only grew the more you felt ramuda’s cold gaze on you. he truly was a force to be reckoned with when he showed this terrible side of himself, never failing to quiet you down or making you wish that you had never challenged him in the first place. it’s just that…well, ramuda could certainly be suffocating at times. 

“i’m just scared of losing you,” he whined, though this time in a much more chirpy voice, perking up and returning to the character he played so well. ramuda surely didn’t want to startle you too much, maybe only rattle you a little, but only so that you get the message! he truly feared losing you, the only one to ever understand him, to make him feel human. of course ramuda would become clingy and too attached! you were so special and important to him! and he loved you so so much! “you shouldn’t wander shibuya streets alllll alone. i don’t want you to get hurt dummy!” 

ah, now you felt a little bad. you knew how much ramuda relied on you, how much he clung to your side and never let go. you had comforted him many times before, stroking his hair while he lay in your lap, assuring him that he loved him too; you knew all too well how he depended on you, and it was hard to not curse yourself for hurting him in such a way. he was just…a little insecure, yeah, that’s it. you just had to help him work on himself maybe, to help better himself and not be so uh clingy, perhaps? that was what you could tell yourself anyway. 

“done!” ramuda chirped once more, adding the finishing touches to the outfit, smiling all to himself when he saw how you looked. ah, you really were so beautiful, so pretty and adorable! no wonder he was so fascinated and awestruck with you. he really did have the best s/o. 

you looked at yourself in the mirror, only able to stare. well, it definitely was ramuda’s clothes, had his charm to it. they were certainly colorful, perhaps so much so, and they were eccentric in their own way. it may or may not have been your style, though it didn’t matter too much. the anxiety in your gut only worsened when you saw yourself in the mirror after all. 

“you’re such an adorable little doll!” 

at times, you certainly couldn’t help but feel that way as well.  

Jakurai (771 words): when you injure yourself

“oh, i see you’ve gotten hurt.”

jakurai always did seem like the most patient of people, always so calm and never letting his emotions get the better of him. his voice was so low and gentle, as if constantly tending to those that needed it; he was simply a healing person in and out, perfect for a man like jakurai, the best doctor among them all. 

but you knew better than that. 

you could sense the disappointment in his voice, the panic and slight fear. as calm and composed as jakurai may seem on the outside to the untrained eye, you could read him on a much deeper level; and right now, your boyfriend was panicking, his mind certainly in a bit of a frenzy, even when all you saw that even indicated an ounce of that was a small frown on his features. 

jakurai simply despised it when you got hurt, absolutely loathed seeing such injuries, even something as small as a paper cut, on your delicate and perfect self. even the smallest and most insignificant of injuries can quickly turn sour. he was a medical profession after all, and jakurai knew more than anyone how it can become infected and poison you, how it could become life-threatening, how he could lose you from something like this. of course he’d be more than protective when it came to something like this! the world was a dangerous place after all. 

“it’s nothing to fret over!” you tried to reassure, that sense of dread and anxiety you were all too familiar with boiling over as jakurai sat you down, examining the injury with a little too intense of a gaze (you had simply scraped your knee), and preparing the necessary medical supplies. 

it never failed to make you feel worse about yourself, making the person you loved most worry excessively over you. ah you certainly felt bad for jakurai, having to deal with you, someone who didn’t care much for his health, or at least that’s what it seemed like from how overtly cautious he was with you. this was all your fault, surely? well, it’s not like jakurai had ever outright denied it. 

“darling,” jakurai addressed, his gaze clear and sharp as he looked at you, the sincerity in his eyes. it served to make the hairs on your arms and back of your neck to stand up, the goosebumps on your skin becoming more clear. his gaze…it wasn’t as if there was something wrong with it but, well, you couldn’t help but be on alert when you were the subject of it. you weren’t too sure as to why honestly. “you’re hurt. this is something i must take seriously.” 

the isopropyl alcohol he applied certainly stung, a little too much actually, and all he could do was mutter how you must endure it if you wanted to be all good and healthy. it won’t last for too long either way. and the bandage he wrapped around your knee was rather tight, perhaps to the point where you felt as if your blood supply was being cut off for a moment or so, so tight that it was, in fact, painful. he really did take your health seriously, too much actually. 

“you shouldn’t do anything too reckless now,” jakurai mused, though from the tone of his voice, it sounded much more as if he was scolding you, saddened that you had gone out and hurt yourself. you felt it in your chest, his disappointment taking a toll on you. gah, you felt terrible, having made jakurai worry now. all he wanted was to keep you safe and out of harm’s way after all. perhaps it was for the best for you to stay home or areas where he can keep an eye on you; it’d certainly be the safest option, to ensure that you wouldn’t get hurt without medical aid nearby. “you should stay where i can see you.”

jakurai never wanted you to leave your side it seemed like. he always wanted to have an eye on you, y’know, to make sure that you were alright of course. he cared for you and loved you so much. if anything happened to you, well, he didn’t know if he could take it. he’d already lost someone near and dear in the past, someone he considered family. he wanted to prevent such a tragic thing from happening to you now, the one person he loved with all his heart, more than himself even. 

“ok…”

he was simply doing this out of love and care for your being, you tried to tell yourself.

#asks #requests #hypmic #samatoki aohitsugi #samatoki x reader #ramuda amemura #ramuda x reader #jakurai jinguji #jakurai x reader #yandere #yandere cw #gender neutral reader #fics #short fics #hypnosis mic

[grxvitye]

the easy route.

pairing: mean!sub!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

a/n: i absolutely adore writing nat as a sub, thank you for this req i def need to be drowned in holy water after this-🏃‍♀️💨

anon requested: Hey there hope you're having a good day/ night so far! I was wondering if you could make a Natasha x reader where she's rude and mean towards reader cause she secretly likes R. During Natasha insulting R, R pushes against a wall and starts to tease her cause Nat is flustered and shocked. You can make things fluffy or smutty after, preferably both LOL

warnings: harsh comments, sub!nat, size kink

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“Good Morning Ms Romanoff, I apologize for disturbing you but you are needed in the common room” Stark’s AI announced. Groaning, Nat stands up and quickly changes into appropriate clothes, seeing as she was only dressed in a pair of shorts and a thin brassiere. After changing she headed for the common room, confused as to why it was already noisy.

“What is going on here?” She questioned the boys with a smile. “Sit down, Nat I have a lot of important things to say” Tony replied. Quickly scanning the room for an empty chair, she scowled when she saw that the only available room was beside you. She opted to stand up instead, ready to do anything just not to stay with you. Tony noticed her gaze, and immediately urged her to sit down saying “this is going to be long, it's good if you sit down.” Sighing defeatedly, she dragged her feet across the room to sit down beside you.

Once she was settled in, Tony began his briefing. She was completely zoned out up to the point where he said, you won’t be joining the mission considering your “great” performance in the last few missions you were assigned to. Scoffing, she questioned Tony's decision. “Great? She barely made it out alive, she could have fucked up that mission Tony.” You turn to her clearly hurt. You decided to let it go, Natasha wasn’t always a morning person, plus you had to get used to her being mean to you. Although she was mean, there was something different about her gaze, it was longer, maybe filled with need but you brushed it off you must have been imagining things.

Tony paid no attention to Natasha’s outburst, clearly knowing she was going to have a bigger one after his next statement. “According to Fury and me of course, both Y/n and Natasha will be staying here in the compound, excluded from the mission.” He exclaimed with full finality. Natasha couldn’t believe it. Her? Excluded from a mission? And she had to stay with you for god knows how long? God no, she dreaded this. She was about to say something but she was interrupted with loud rustlings of the chair being pushed back, they were going.

The team had already left and you were here, stuck with Natasha. You didn’t mind but you actually preferred it if she had stopped being mean and tried to hold a conversation with you. You went into your room, and changed into a pair of shorts and a cropped shirt. You sit down on the sofa and pick out a movie. You were clearly not focused, your mind kept wandering onto Nat and how her gaze changed. It wasn't a gaze filled with hatred anymore, not what you grew accustomed to. It was filled with something else. You think hard… lust? You shake the thought away, it was obviously dumb. But you couldn’t deny it, you had some a lot of inappropriate thoughts about her. You always had your eyes on her neck, wondering how pretty she would look with your hands wrapped around it. How she’d throw her head back and how pretty she would be, moaning your name.

It was unfair how they left her out, going on a mission and leaving her here with you, knowing that not only did you like her, you craved her. She stands up and wonders what y/n is doing so she gets out and head out to the common room, once again dressed with inappropriate clothing. She sees her, sitting on the couch cross-legged and eyes snapped onto the tv but her mind was obviously somewhere else. Her eyes dragged down and she noticed her body reacting to the skimpy attire you were wearing. She didn't know she was staring until you called her attention.

You snap out of your thoughts when you notice the redhead staring at you with a drool almost seeping out her lips. Smirking, you called her attention. “Hey, see something you like?” She quickly retorts while saying “why would i want to see you like that? You're gross” You pin her to the wall and you absolutely adored seeing her as flustered as she can be while being pinned by you. You decide to make fun of her, all while not letting go of her wrists. “Wow you were so feisty awhile ago, what happened now hmm?” You laugh while continuing “where’s that hate bravado you kept up with me hmm? Where is it?” You adjusted your thighs and you were shocked when you heard a low moan escape Nat’s lips.

You direct your eyes to your legs and you see how it is perfectly nestled in between her legs, rubbing off on her core. “You like that Nattie? Hmm?” you expected her to put the bravado back on but you were completely taken aback when she whimpered and begged. It was a sight, way better than what your imagination could come up with. “Please y/n, please” she begged, low whimpers escaping her mouth. A part of you wanted to let her beg for it more, but you also wanted to take her right then. You immediately picked her up and sat down on the couch while placing her on top of your thigh. She immediately started to rock her hips to your thigh, while a string of her curses and moans filled the living room. You adored no, you love how she sounds. You took one nipple onto your mouth, sucking on it while gripping her back, moaning at the feeling of her wetness dripping onto your thigh.

Her breathing started to become uneven, and her moans continually got louder. You lift her up and she whimpers at the loss of contact. “Shh, i want you to cum around my cock moja ljubov” Her eyes widened when she heard you speak her native language. “I know, I speak russian too sweetheart” you stood up and went into your room grabbing the largest dildo you had. You directly assumed she was a size queen so you strapped it on your hips and made your way back to her. You came back and her eyes widened at how big your strap was. “On your back detka.” She immediately complied and had her back against the couch. You run your thumb over her clit and slowly started to insert the fake cock onto her pussy.

She gasped slightly and you looked at her for approval to continue moving. She nodded and you immediately thrust your hips onto hers and you could feel her walls clamping down on the fake cock as it got harder and harder to thrust in. “Y/n faster please- faster” she begged you, again. With a newfound strength you started going faster while gripping her hips and her nails digging into your back. You licked her nipples, sucking at them while continuing to thrust into her. “Fuck, Y/n, yes” she moaned loudly. “Mhm you like that Nattie? You like me filling up your pussy, stretching it so good?” “Y- yes y/n.. i love it so much, i love it when you fill me up so good” you smile at her submissive frame and you look at her again, lust clouding your eyes. You raised her hips, thrusting into her while rubbing your fingers onto her clit, directly hitting her sweet spot. “Y/n, yes, right there, just like tha- oh fuck, im close, so close baby, don’t fucking stop” “such a good slut for me arent you? come on malyshka, cum for me, cum around my cock"

With a few more thrusts, you felt her clamp down on the strap, shaking while your name and moans fell from her lips. You continued to thrust into her letting her ride her high and you stopped until you felt her breathing become even again. She knelt down, legs shaking and fiddled with the strap. When she finally got it undone, she looked at you intently “it’s my turn to repay you.”

#sub!nat #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader #nicole: my writing to pass time #genre: fluff #genre: smut

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Beg

Warnings - Cursing, villain reader, some mention of violence, the words di3 & k1ll, bones, brief weapon descriptions (like swords n stuff), might be hinted that reader is shorter than Ushijima power bottom

Note: It might seem a little risque at times but I promise this is completely sfw lmao. Reader is kind of the eccentric crazy antagonist that everyone likes. (which is def self indulgent I've always wanted to be a queer coded villain). Also think of what people would call you as a villain cause that's gonna show up as (v/n) in the fic like once. Did I try and shove as much tension as I could in here? Yes. Yes I did. It's also like way longer than what I usually write (which is already a decent size), so be warned??

Fantasy AU time hehe

Male Reader

Strength.

The one thing Ushijima valued above most everything else. As a child he found it to be important, as a squire he found it important, and now, as a full grown man, he follows it as the building block for every decision he makes.

As a child he always admired those who were strong. His father, mainly.

Takashi Utsui, his father, was one of the most respected fighters to ever take residence on his side of the kingdom. As a boy, Ushijima always looked up to him. Sure, it crushed him when his parents split up, but he figured there wasn't much he could do about it.

Instead he decided to be just like his dad. Strong, confident, willing. He wanted to be a knight, just like him.

Wakatoshi supposes that his father is where he got his dislike of confidence without any skill to back it up. If someone doesn't have the power that they boast about, what would be the point in fighting them?

I digress.

Ushijima's background doesn't matter, not with where he is today.

Today, he held true to his desire, and he is now among the strongest knights currently walking. His strength, his prowess, is just as he wished it to be all those years ago.

So how is it that he ended up on his knees?

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"Oh Ushiwaka!" Oikawa burst into the tavern, his cheeks flushed with excitement from their previous mission. Tendou and Iwaizumi trailed in after him. Ushijima looked up from where he was sitting, and raised an eyebrow in the direction of the other knights.

"What took you so long," he said, sitting back and crossing his arms across his armoured chest.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. "Shittykawa and Tendou got caught up with a troll."

"That's over exaggerating! We were just...erm..." Oikawa trailed off, and Tendou picked up the end of his sentence.

"Making sure they didn't steal from our camp!" He quickly said, placing his hands on Oikawas shoulders and flashing a nervous, close eyed smile at Ushijima.

Iwaizumi just sighed heavily and went over to the bar. Tendou chuckled and sat down next to Ushijima. Any drunkard in this tavern could tell who these four were, unless they were so shit faced that they couldn't use any of their senses.

The four most powerful knights in the kindgom. Well, technically only Ushijima and Iwaizumi were knights. Tendou was a mage, and Oikawa had a collection of different talents.

In any case, they were the most recognized. The four had taken down multiple menaces. Dragons, undead, orcs, the whole kit. Undoubtedly though, Ushijima was the strongest of the four. His brute force and confidence in his own ability made him a dangerous foe to be reckoned with.

"Hey Wakatoshi-kun," Tendou turned to regard Ushijima with a mischievous glint in his red eyes. "Have you heard?"

Ushijima tilted his head. "Heard of what?" He shifted in his seat.

"That necromancer that's screwing around in the east has been terrorizing towns with his newest monster," Oikawa slips into a chair to the left of Ushijima, an angry looking Iwaizumi trailing behind him.

"I've heard he's a real villain," Tendou said with a laugh, resting his feet on the table and twirling his staff around.

"He is, don't make fun of that guy," Iwaizumi shudders and ducks to avoid the end of Tendou's staff.

"Just one man?" Wakatoshi raises his eyebrow.

The other three nod in unison.

Ushijima grunts and looks over at his sword. The wispy lavender hilt was so familiar to him. The dark purple leather where he's gripped so many times has been worn down. The nicks in the blade make it obvious that it's been well used, though it still shines dangerously in the taverns light.

He looks up at his party once more. "Where does he reside?" Wakatoshi asks, a new glint in his olive eyes.

"You're not seriously suggesting we go fight him right?" Oikawa looks at him with disbelief. "We just finished a long mission! I'll literally die," he dramatically drapes a hand over his face.

Ushijima stops for a moment before he says another word. "No. I can do it alone."

Tendou shrugs. "I'm sure it's just extra practice for our Miracle Boy," he laughs again and puts his staff on the ground, his feet still on the small wooden table.

"Precisely," he nods with the ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Ever confident," Oikawa mutters, bringing his tankard up to his lips.

Ushijima ignores the obviously disdainful comment, and leans in to give Iwaizumi an expectant look.

"Jeez alright," Hajime huffs, "Just bring me back one of those weird bones he has everywhere."

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What a fitting atmosphere.

The sky was dark with heavy clouds that were no doubt going to bring some kind of storm. The bones littered around the large, dark looking castle didn't make the place any more inviting. Twisting sharp towers and dark bricks seemed to swallow any of the light that was present by the sky, now clouded and grey.

Ushijima kicked a bone out of his way as he advanced towards the intricately designed dark wooden doors of the castle wall. The castle had a fitting theme for someone as infamously spoken about as you were, (even if Wakatoshi hadn't kept up with the talk of citizens).

As he advanced closer, he noticed that the doors were rotting, covered in vines. All he had to do was push it open gently, like if he pushed any harder it would decompose. Actually, looking around at all of the dead vines and animal bones, he supposed that wasn't an awful assumption.

If he didn't know any better, he would say that the whole place was deserted. He cast his eyes to the rotted gallows on his right the sound of his steel boots on gravel the only definitive noise. His short walk to the main door of the castle was more foreboding than he thought it would be.

Ushijima fought the urge to shudder when he finally got to the castle doors. They were just as intricately designed as the other ones, though these were in a much better shape.

He pushed them open as silently as possible, walking in as calmly as he could muster. It's like as the doors closed, the well lit torches that lined the walls were the only source of light. The only sounds being the fire and the distant sound of wind from the outside.

In training, he had a series of trials where he had to make his way through seemingly empty stairwells. He didn't know what could jump him, when it would happen, and the correct time he should let his guard down. Ushijima found out the hard way that that time was never.

He unsheathed his sword and held it poised, crouching against the back wall and making his way through what seemed to be a dining room. Contrary to most castles, this place seemed to not have a throne in front of the table. After he's determined that the place is empty, he puts his sword back and observes his surroundings.

The place settings were all strangely set, skulls placed in the centers of the plates neatly.

Ushijima stands up straight and picks up one of the skulls.

He ran his clothed thumb over the skull, frowning. What kind of monster has enough human skulls laying around to fill twenty-four table spaces?

"Has anyone told you not to touch what's not yours?"

The pain was sharp in the side of his head. He didn't even get to see your face as the plank of wood clattered to the floor alongside him, his muscular form crumpling to the ground. "Tsk," he faintly hears you say as his eyes close slowly.

His instructors would surely reprimand him for this if they were here.

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CRACK!

"Would you just wake up already!"

Ushijima's eyes flew open. His body instinctively jolted back as your hand collided with his cheek. Or, it tried to.

He shook his head quickly to get his wits about him, then took him his current situation. He pushed the embarrassment of being taken by surprise so easily down his throat. The first thing he noticed was how light he felt. Upon looking around, he noticed that he was stripped of his armour, leaving him in his slacks and tunic. He tried to move his arms on instinct, though he found that he couldn't.

He narrowed his eyes and tugged at his arms again. Both were bound behind his back, a firm and heavy twine rope looped around his arms and his chest. He was seated on his knees. That same twine was around each of his thighs, keeping them respectively connected to his lower legs.

"Oh thank god," he heard you laugh, prompting his head to shoot up.

In the time he took to take in his position, you were seated back on the twisted and rotting throne in front of him. "I thought I hit you a bit too hard."

Ushijima hardened his gaze to a glare.

You, upon noticing his distasteful look, chuckled. "It's not my fault you were so easy to get the jump on for such a strong knight," you shifted in your throne so that your legs were hanging over one of the arms, your back against the other one. "You know, all of that muscle and armour wasn't fun to drag around." You turned your head over your shoulder to give him a cocky smirk. "Didn't even have to use my magick to get you, and I've heard so much about you and your strength."

"(V/n)," Ushijima said on impulse.

You looked taken aback for a moment, before realization washed over you, "Ooh, yeah just call me (y/n). I forgot people made that little nickname for me." You swung your legs around, using the momentum to sit correctly in your chair. "Or you could call me Your Majesty, My King, master, I'm not really opposed to anything." You grinned at him.

Ushijima scoffed and turned his head to the side. "You are not in a position of power. I am not obligated to respect you."

His defiance made you frown.

The sudden sound of you standing up made him fight the urge to look at you, so instead he opted to look down and close his eyes to regain some composure.

You knelt on one knee in between his parted thighs, bringing your hand up under his chin to lift his head. His olive eyes met your amused yet deranged (e/c) ones, your grip on his chin surprisingly firm.

"Inside these walls," you whispered, "You are at my mercy. It would do you well to respect me." Your voice was quiet, though the dead silence surrounding you two made it seem all too loud to Ushijima. His breath hitched in the base of his throat.

You let go of his chin, standing up and stretching.

Ushijima waited until his breathing was back to normal before he said anything else.

"You realize that good natured people outnumber you, do you not?" He said, gathering the courage to look up at you.

You laughed. You had your back turned to him, your attention focused on one of the eight inanimate suits of armour lining the walls in the throne room.

"The thing is, Ushijima-san," you opened the helmet to reveal a skeleton. "There is a clear difference between my type of people and your type of people." You turned around with a skull in hand. "'Heroes' have to win again and again to keep their stead." You scoffed, a little laugh leaving you. "And 'villains' only have to win once." You brushed a bit of dust off of the skull and placed it back into the suit of armour, shutting the helmet.

"But enough with my lamenting, why exactly are you in my humble abode?" You give him a toothy grin, though it felt more like an animal baring its fangs at you, before sitting back down on your throne.

He narrowed his eyes, (again). "Job," he said gruffly.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, shifting to cross your legs. "Job? I thought I got rid of everyone who had a bounty on me..." You muttered the last part, though it wasn't hard for Ushijima to make out your words.

Ushijima grunts. "Personal job."

You stare at him in whats seems to be disbelief for a second before bursting out in laughter. Your laugh was manic, raspy. Ushijima tilts his head.

"You thought-," you giggle in between words, "That you could just go on some pointless tour to get rid of me?" You chuckle, wiping a mock tear from your eye. "That is just too good."

Wakatoshi ignores your outright mock of his motivation, deciding instead to ask a rather important question. "Are you going to kill me?" He said it calmly, no trace of fear. "What use to you have with me alive?"

You shrug. "Aside from your good structure and strong bones, I don't really have a use for you dead." You sit straight up to look him in the eye. "In fact, you'd be far more useful to me alive." That smile returned.

Ushijima scoffed. "Then if you will not let me leave, what do you have in mind?"

Another shrug made its way to the surface as you stood up. "I never said I wouldn't let you leave," you smile at him again. "I just have a few conditions."

"And what might those be," he wasted no time asking.

You paced in front of him for a minute before stopping and stooping down to get your face on his level. "Beg for me, yeah?"

His eyes went wide.

Wakatoshi dropped his head to look at the floor, unconsciously attempting to shift his legs closed. Fury overtook his features. Just who did you think you were? Ushijima hates baseless confidence, and so far you haven't shown anything to him that would make you above his level. It's starting to get infuriating.

"What?" He finally mustered out.

That laugh met his ears again, ringing around the room like a poisonous lullaby. "You heard me, brave knight," your voice was laced with a mocking tone. Your steel toed boots came into his sight as you stopped right in front of him.

Your hand made its way to the back of his head, your fingers weaving into his soft olive hair. He sucks in a breath, and maintains the confidence to not pull his head away.

"You heard me," you repeat, "I said beg."

You pulled his head back harshly, forcing him to look up at you.

The torchlight illuminating your sickeningly handsome featured cast a dangerous shadow on your face.

A dry smile makes its way onto his face. "Sorry, I don't think I swing that way," He deadpanned. That was a blatant lie, though it seemed to get a reaction out of you.

Your ears went pink, and you gave him a smile that looked like you were refraining from ripping his throat out. "Ha ha," you say dryly, "Very funny. Didn't know you could joke." You snarled at him, pushing his head down into the ground.

He huffed as his cheek made contact with the floor. You were kneeling in front of him, a hand on his head that kept his face to the floor.

"Fitting position for you," you sneered.

Ushijima growled lowly. He tried shifting his legs again, the restraints pressed flush against the muscle on his thighs.

"I'm waiting," you say. "I could do this all day, big guy."

"What do you- what do you even want me to beg for?" He dropped the pitch of his voice habitually.

You blew out a sigh, animatedly demonstrating that you were getting bored. "Isn't it obvious? Beg for me to let you go, and I might consider it."

He could practically feel the smile adorning your lips.

His bottom lip quivered, only slightly. Was that what it would take? He felt like a fool for even considering it. For even thinking that he should give in and grovel. Hell, in any other situation, he'd simply suggest you feed him to the latest undead monster you've been brewing up.

Something about the power you had over him made him want to beg. The thought of that alone made him frown deeply. He'd never come across someone stronger than him, truth be told, he'd never come across anyone who is above him in terms brute force, and you most definitely weren't, but yet and still, your heavy presence fell on his back.

The silence was deafening as he considered his options.

"P...Please," he finally says softly.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you big guy!" You cackled, your grip on his hair tightening.

"Please," he says again, a little louder this time.

"Please what?" You let go of his head.

You move back, still kneeling. Ushijima sits up straight, relieved that the tension the ropes put on his thighs was less noticeable.

"Please...let me go..."

"And why would I do that?" You stood, standing over him and gripping his jaw.

"I'm of no use to you..." He gritted his teeth, shoulders shaking. This was no doubt embarrassing, and you were loving every second of it. Ushijima can't believe he let some boy force him to his knees, make him beg.

You chuckled again, letting go of his jaw and circling behind him. "Well I would say that you could have begged nicer, which you could've, by the way, but I'm not cruel. See you sometime!"

"W-what?" Ushijima hardly got the word out before an exploding pain blossomed through his head, the sound of wood hitting the ground giving him a sense of deja vu. His eyes fell closed once again, the sound of your giggle bouncing around in his mind as he fell unconscious.

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"...jima...ushijima...USHIJIMA-SAN!"

Wakatoshi jolted awake at the sound of Iwaizumi's voice.

He looked around, puzzled. His armour was back on, sword and shield sat by his side, and he was on his back outside of camp. "What...Happened?" He sat up.

Instantly he clutched his head, the residue of pain confirming that whatever just happened was real.

Or, maybe he just hit himself on the head in a fight or something. The memories he had of your interaction, (clear as day), couldn't be real right?

"What's with the hand print on your cheek Ushiwaka? Someone slap our big strong leader?" Oikawa sneered.

Ushijima's hand instantly shot up to his cheek, feeling a faint sting. So, turns out, that was real.

"Wakatoshi-kun, you good?" Tendou chuckled. "How did your battle with the necromancer go?"

Ushijima lit up like a torch, the memory of you forcing his head to to the ground flooding his brain once more.

"I'll...I'll tell you later." He stood up, shaking off any sleep still in his limbs. Your face was etched into his memory, the feeling of your hand on his jaw and in his hair not quite leaving. He shuddered.

Yeah, he'll tell the party, but first he has to figure out just what your intentions were.

He'll be seeing you again alright.

#tw cursing #tw bones #tw mention of violence #tw sword #m!reader #hq x male reader #anime x male reader #male reader #x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #ushijima wakatoshi x male reader #ushijima x male reader #wakatoshi x male reader

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bnha manga spoilers: chapter 290 and onwards

i just finished catching up w the manga. let me cope in peace. yes this includes touya, i just couldn't find a panel with all four of them like this

update: i procrastinated on posting this so here we are now

The Todoroki siblings

headcanons with the todoroki siblings if they just... grew up different. happy. if todoroki enji had just... done better

in this setting: enji does not pursue all-might's rank, and so touya grows up free from the burdens that burnt him

that being said, shoto still gets his scar though it's because of a genuine accident. rei distanced herself from her children because of this

relationship(s): todoroki touya & todoroki fuyumi & todoroki natsuo & todoroki shoto. todoroki enji & todoroki rei

tags: fix-it. canon divergence. family bonding. domestic. siblings. fluff

type: headcanons

- ill start with giving rei and enji a reconciliation arc. flowers, dinner dates, and dancing that the four todoroki siblings absolutely did NOT plan

- touya grows up to become the serious, dependable older brother. fuyumi opens up to him about everything, natsuo is more at ease around him, and shoto looks up to him because he's always been there to help

- shoto proposes a game night, mainly because he's done it with his friends and had a fun time. monopoly was sibling betrayal wrapped up in flashfire capitalism, uno ended with five unofficial rules added and abided (because natsuo's a sore loser sometimes), and card games came and went with a dare worse than the last. at the end of the night, fuyumi suggested they watch a movie instead

- touya is a UA graduate (and before you ask, why yes- he and hawks are batch mates)

- fuyumi is the type of driver to go at half the speed limit on roads, to combat natsuo's road rage and touya's heartstopping speed. she's also the only one with a license

- natsuo used to be in a band, he was the drummer. the three always went to their shows whenever they could, screaming from the crowd and holding up placards with embarrassing photos of him. he still has some polaroids that he keeps in his bedside drawer, the four of them backstage after a performance

- when shoto comes to the staggering realization that he might not be straight, he blurts it out over the dinner table. it ends with his older siblings saying "same". enji is both amused and confused. rei knew all along

- during midoriya and bakugo's visit, touya gets absolutely swept by midoriya ("how did my little brother become friends with such a boy-") while fuyumi and natsuo get dragged into the kitchen by bakugo ("it'll be my pleasure to teach you a few of my recipes, bakugo-kun") ("you asking for a fight, spikey? bring it, loser has to wash the dishes")

- touya owns a tall, wooden wardrobe he got from rei about a decade ago that he still uses, and the doors (both inside and out) are littered with drawings from his younger siblings

- rei taught fuyumi how to do simple braids when she was small. when she grew older and learned more complex styles, she'd always ask for her mother's help. it became a refreshing way to destress for her

- the siblings ALWAYS band together when one of them goes through a bad day, or goes through the aftermath of one. that means help with chores, work, clearing out their depression room, etc.

- natsuo likes to travel. he does right after graduating with his bachelor's. he's never really gone for long, and he always brings back gifts. touya will never admit to missing him, but fuyumi teases him sometimes when she spots a souvenir from one of natsuo's old trips

- they've gone camping before. it was bad. so bad. hard lessons were learned like never disturb a beehive and jumping into a body of water was not, in fact, an efficient way to lose a group of wasps like how cartoons always show

- roadtrips also go bad if they're stuck with one room. space assignment was fine, the brothers prioritize fuyumi getting to sleep on a bed and they can all just share the floor. no, it's the bathroom that's the problem (i will not elaborate, if u have siblings yk)

- new years are fun. touya and shoto make the fireworks and it's always a contest. fuyumi and natsuo handle the food ofc, no way were the other two getting near the kitchen. touya and shoto handle decor, the karaoke, and sometimes even the guests, if one dares to show up

- having a significant other as a todoroki also meant subsequent mental torture for whoever victim they choose to court. fuyumi was still a little bitter about the time she brought home rumi and her brothers absolutely crushed her

- expect a lot of inside jokes, as most siblings have. it can be as crappy as a pun made three years ago that keeps coming back or maybe it's a stupidly funny accent of one word. you never know

- also there's this sort of sibling telepathy that works only on the most random time. spend a long enough time with someone under the same roof and you'll start syncing up words, or thoughts, or vocabulary. imo it's def natsuo and fuyumi

- late night talks are inconsistent and so fucking random. maybe shoto couldn't sleep so he goes downstairs to get water, and boom touya and natsuo are on the couch questioning why they exist. it stems to fuyumi waking up to argue with the nihilistic direction they were heading

- the three are always there for shoto in u.a. events. after-parties are chaotic for shoto when your older siblings graduated from the same school, and have lingering footprints and achievements

- just todoroki siblings & a non traumatized bond with one another

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #todoroki #todoroki family #todoroki touya #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki natsuo #todoroki shoto #todoroki enji #todoroki rei #touya #fuyumi #natsuo #shoto #enji #rei #family #todoroki siblings #spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #bnha 290 #dabi #my writing #fix it #headcanon

[bard-llama]

Finally watched TWN Season 2

Honestly, I liked it. I went in with pretty much 0 expectations, which I think was good, but it was pretty fun on the whole! I also stayed up all night to marathon the entire series (and then decided to fuck sleep and am still up), so I def need to do another watch after some sleep, but there were a lot of things I liked and a lot of things that made me think about the fic potential.

I fucking loved the relationship dynamics, honestly. Not the development, ‘cause we saw very little of it that wasn’t in the immediate plot, but like... Jaskier & Yennefer were a delight, Fringilla & Francesca were amazing, Fringilla & Cahir were interesting, Yenn & Cahir were def fun, Yenn & Ciri was great, Geralt & Istredd was nerd-tastic, it was awesome! They threw together a lot of characters and let their personalities talk, and that was a lot of fun to watch.

The politics!!! Y’all know me, of course I’m here for the Cintran elven refugee plotline! I aaaaalmost called the final twist, but not quite. But I was already wanting to write a story about the refugees from the Slaughter of Cintra, so now i definitely want to do SOMETHING with all the different refugees who have/now call(ed) Cintra home.

Also DARA!!! My boy Dara is back!!! And I thought his storyline was really interesting, but also, his hair was awesome and reminded me of hair I gave a version of Eldain in the Sims and now I want Eldain and Dara as Scoia’tael bros.

Rience is a fucking creep oh my god what the fuck. (Also Eskel was a creep too and we’re not talking about that. Why did you even name him Eskel???? That was not Eskel.)

I could not tell Filavandrel and Francesca’s brother apart (I’m faceblind and they had the same hair) and this caused quite some confusion. Also, were Filavandrel and Francesca lovers??? Because by the end of the season, it really looked like it, but it seemed like it came out of nowhere, ‘cause they def resented each other at the start???

I REALLY liked Fringilla’s story! Though, I will say, I like my version of her backstory better in that in TWN canon, she was imprisoned in a “playhouse” by the Usurper until Emhyr freed her after his coup. In my version, she’s the one that recruits Emhyr out of his previous life and convinces him to overthrow the Usurper. I thiiiiink in the books, a certain mage plays that role, but that’s a spoiler that hasn’t been revealed yet, though if you’ve read my stuff with Emhyr, you probably can guess. But anyway, I think in a TWN context, it’s waaaaay more interesting if Fringilla got to be the one to empower Emhyr. But obvi I’m not the one writing it 😂

Jaskier’s songs were fucking amazing lmao. Honestly, I loved everything about him this season? I’m mad the fandom kinda made me hate him for a long while (or at least, have a negative/unpleasant reaction to seeing him), because they leaned into his ridiculousness really well and it was dramatic and wonderful. Also, when the guard critiques his song at the dock, that was TOTALLY a play on the critiques they got for S1 and that was hilarious lmao. Added a touch of much-needed levity to a pretty intense scene.

Oh yeah, also, I loved what they did with a lotta imagery this season. They had a lot of stuff about the White Flame, of course, but they also called him the New Sun, referencing him as the new beginning after Ithilenne’s Prophecy. And of course there was the stuff with the hut thingy. Idk, their metaphors were on point lmao

I’m curious what they’re planning for Vizimir, ‘cause it kinda seems like they’re going a different direction than the books? Well, maybe. He’s not in the books a lot, from what I understand, but it’s kinda implied, at least in the games, that he was... more competent than his TWN counterpart lmao. Or at least more willing to listen to Dijkstra and Philippa. But it’s definitely interesting to see their dynamic. Also - did we ever get explained how Dara ended up in a Redanian prison??? He was supposed to have gone back to Brokilon, tho tbh they probably would not have taken him. At least... not in a well-intentioned way.

So rewatching the series made me go back and read a ton of my fics for it (mostly my non-geraskier ones as a start/my Cintra ones and plotty ones) and aaaaahhhh, I really wanna finish them!!!! I had some really cool stuff planned for the Families of Choice series and I’d love to actually get to it dammit. 

Anyway, that’s my rambling about TWN s2. Overall, I thought it was fun and more coherent than s1 on a first watchthru. I also watched s1 in one sitting with no sleep (well, I fell asleep after ep 6 and watched 7/8 the next day) and I was so much less confused after way longer without sleep this time lol. It was nice rewatching s1 too, I forgot how much I loved a lot of it. S1E4 will always hold a special place in my heart and in my memory lmao. Literally, I still have a lot of it memorized, it’s weird.

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[soullessmocha]

Hi there! Had a bit of an interesting request for a playful encounter among the Lost Boys with fem! dhampir (offspring of a vampire father and mortal mother)? Perhaps they might take a liking to her?

a/n: hi! thank you for requesting this!! i had so much fun writing it!! i hope it fits your idea. if you want head cannons i would def post some because this was so fun to think about!! thank you again!! 

halfie.

{ the lost boys x fem!reader }

rating: pg-13

word count: 2452

warnings: fem!reader, minor action of sexual assault, blood, death, use of tobacco, curious lost boys, tension, and sexual innuendo.

The night was just a regular night on the boardwalk at Santa Carla. The Lost Boys found themselves in a booth in a corner of an establishment that served primarily diner foods. The classical American food that is fattening just to even look at. Paul and Marko wanted cheeseburgers on a clear night, and there was nothing stopping them from doing so. It was a way to curve the hunger as the night was still too early to go hunting. Marko haphazardly scarfed down his cheeseburger occasionally sipping his cola in between the big chomps of food. He and Paul always ate so messily, mainly Paul. Yet that was a debate for another time. At the end of the booth sat Dwayne and David who shared a basket of fries and had a shake each. Both of them were not really hungry at the moment and didn’t want to be too full of human food to not be able to eat. Their mindless conversation was interrupted as the trilling of the bell chimed off of the walls of the diner. In walks, a woman, her looks about her were borderline perfect. The way she walked into the establishment was convincing as if she owned the place. There were only four other people who walked on these grounds like that and it was The Lost Boys. 

Paul paused mid-bite, his jaw locked mid-bite as he watched the figure travel their way towards the bar that was in the middle. Their boots clicked against the vinyl flooring with each daunting step they took. However, though their appearance was rather daunting they gave the waitress the kindest smile they have ever seen on such a cold face. As the woman sat on the bar stool Marko nudged Paul hard in the side. “Keep staring like that you’re going to choke on your food. You’re such a slob, dude!” Marko laughs before popping a pinch of fries in his mouth chewing quite loudly. David peers over at the rambunctious two and gives a look by squinting his eyes. He tilts his head before looking at Dwayne. “You can sense it too?” Dwayne asks, not even looking at the female figure who walked in. He twisted the straw between his fingers as he kept a piercing stare on David, trying to read his expression. Nonetheless, the leader was deadpan through and through. “Yeah, I can smell it on them too,” David finally admits after a beat of silence. David brings the straw to his lips, taking a long drink from the vanilla shake. His piercing blue eyes stare at the side profile of the woman. He tilts his head as he tries to push his way into their mind. What are you? David questions mentally as there was a large blur blocking him from seeing anything, it was as if she was pushing him out. How was that even possible? Just as he questioned that the woman’s head snaps in David’s direction making direct eye contact with the vampire. The woman only gave him a sly smirk as she shook her head bringing her attention back to the waitress.

David’s eyes widened slightly, he was taken aback by the sudden action and it takes a lot for David to be shocked in any way. The two other blondes at the table leaned on their elbows to look at David. Their minds read his right away. There was something off with the woman who walked in. Paul just thought she was hot. From the boots to the hair it was a style he dug. He couldn’t notice anything off of her but the perfume and a unique scent. However, that didn’t trigger anything in his mind that she wasn’t different from any other human. Yet, David’s expression and his mind were saying two different things. Was this person a threat? Why were they here? Should they confront or leave? Just as Paul started to ask these things via mental message to Dwayne the woman grabbed her to-go order, which consisted of a cup and a paper bag filled with grease at the bottom. As the woman turned on her heel to head out a rather slimy man filled with tattoos and piercings landed his hand on her bottom. The clap echoed through the diner. Everyone went still, a pin could be heard if it was dropped at that moment. 

Dwayne shifted to get up, to act on the action but David’s boot was stopping him. The brunette switched his focus to David who shook his head. The look in his eyes was that of a warning. Yet when Dwayne looked back on the woman she was walking out of the store with the man. Seeing this scene Marko was practically vibrating in his seat with excitement. “Hell yeah, time to start the night boys,” he cheered as Paul snickered along pushing his empty plate in the middle of the table. David tossed a twenty bill at the edge of the table while he got up, “Oh shit, this is going to be rad, I can feel it!” Paul whooped following behind Dwayne. The boys didn’t look which way the strange woman and the man went. However, all of the boys could not dismiss the attraction to her since the moment she walked into the room. Curiosity filled them to the brim. David inhaled the salty air as he stepped out only picking up on a hint of the male she walked out with. “This way,” he directed and started the group down the alleyway towards the back parking lot. 

The parking lot was deserted, nothing lighting the space but three orange-lit street lamps that didn’t grant much for regular human viewing. Perfect spot for anything to happen. Dwayne took a step in front of David, his eyes peeled in the dark. Then it hit all of them in the nose, blood. The fresh smell of iron and warmth. Dwayne was now in the lead he made his way around the corner to find the body of the abuser on the ground. Lifeless and cold. “Holy shit,” Paul whispers, there was another vampire in town. 

“Y’know, following a lady in the dark can send her the wrong message,” the voice piped from behind them. The tone was coy and filled with entertainment. They all whipped around, silent and staring with intense stares. “What? Cat got your tongue?” She questions with blood dribbling down her chin, yet her features were as perfect as they saw them in the diner. Did she not transform? Did she have no fangs? How did she get behind them without them noticing? Her head tilted before giving a knowing smirk, she reached down on the ground grabbing her to-go bag. The rustling of the bag is what broke David’s trance, “What are you?” he asks bluntly, stuffing his hands in his pocket, acting not the slightest amused. Dwayne on the other hand was silent, while Paul and Marko were doing their best not to shake with excitement. Fuck yeah, a female vampire. Hot.

“Normally people ask for each other’s names first.” She bounces back wiping her face off with cheap napkins and tosses them to the dead body behind the boys. 

“Well we aren’t people, and clearly you aren’t either.” Dwayne piped and her attention switched to him. 

“I know I could smell death coming off of you boys, especially you, Twisted Sister.” Her finger points towards Paul who jutted out his lower lip in curiosity as he sniffed himself out of insecurity. “So I am guessing you are the ones causing all the missing posters to go up? Kinda sloppy work if you ask me.”

“We didn’t ask for your opinion. We asked you what you are.” David interjects and tilts his head giving her a squint as he took a step forward, he was once again trying to get into her head. Figure out what she was and what she was doing here. Yet no matter how hard he pushed the boundary he was only greeted with a deep chuckle. Her teeth were pinching the straw from her cup. 

“You can try all you want but I won’t let you in,” the woman tilts her head no approaching the boys. Her body swerves theirs, her teeth gnawing on the straw. Her piercing eyes looked each of them individually up and down. Her eyes took in their jackets, their earrings, and how they presented themselves. Approaching Paul first her eyes flickered through his features, her hand raised to his chin and she pinched it, “You’re the troublemaker,” Paul can only grin at this, living for the close proximity drowning in her hypnotic scent that was the perfect mix of perfume and her blood. How could he smell her blood? His grin faded as she walked away to Marko who was next to him, his blue eyes connecting to David who was stoically watching the woman carefully. Paul shrugged and tilted his head as he was fully entertained by this. The woman approaches Marko, carding her fingers through Marko’s long curly locks, “I like you, you’re the ambitious one,” Marko smirked and brought his fingerless gloves to his lips to hide his smirk. He scanned the group trying to read Dwayne and David but both were rather expressionless. Was he the only one who wanted to keep her around?

Her boots click against the concrete as she approaches Dwayne, her drink now by her side. Her free hand rubs her fingertips over the hand-painted leopard on his sleeve trailing to the breast of his jacket and down his zipper. Her slightly warmer skin ghosted over his chest, the action caused him to tense his abdomen, flexing on instinct. “Mmm,” she hummed admiring his chest, “You’re the advocate.” Dwayne didn’t give her any satisfaction of a reaction but if his heart could beat it would be racing to jump out of his chest. Then her head tilted to David, she plucked the cigarette from behind his ear, but as quickly as she did it David was just as quick to snatch her wrist in his gloved hand. “I don’t think we are going to ask again, what are you?” This time his tone was dark with groveling.

A smirk paints the woman’s lips, “And you are the leader,” she states the obvious before placing the cigarette back and patting her palm against David’s cheek. Giving two blunt slaps before taking her place next to food once again she leaned against the brick wall. “I am what you are, only half.” The boys all furrow their brows, looks of pure confusion on their features. 

“Wait what do you mean, only half?” Marko asks tilting his head as he takes a couple of steps closer in interest.

“Well when a mommy and a daddy meet each other and are very happy-” 

“Vampires can’t procreate,” Dwayne states rather objectively and this causes the woman to raise her brows.

“Well, then you better explain that to my mom. She was the one who banged a vampire to have me,” her eyes brows quirk up at the silent one’s sudden choice to talk, “It is a possibility. Have you boys not been taught the birds and the bees? Haven’t been able to keep your little stake in your pants?”

“Enough,” David commands his jaw set and tense. The woman’s brows remain raised, “Why? Scared you might have a little one of you running around? That would be terrible,” she muses which causes snickers to come from Paul and Marko. Yet once David looks behind him to glare at the two a sudden gust of wind blows the cigarette off of his ear. The half-vampire was now only hair away from him. “I am called a half-vampire, a dhampir, a spawn of satan, hybrid, really anything you’d like. I can do anything you can do, with a little more benefits.”

“What benefits?” Dwayne asks and her eyes flicker to him.

“Thank you for asking nicely. I can for one walk around in the sunlight. Just like a vampire who is transitioning, except I can stay in the sun for long periods of time. Like all the time. Secondly, I don’t need blood to survive-”

“Then why did you kill this guy?” Paul questions, nudging the lifeless figure with his foot as he stood adjacent to it.

“Because he was a dick and slapped my ass. Sometimes the world doesn’t need people like that. I had to teach him a lesson and I did.” She responded matter-of-factly as she crossed her arms and looked down at the body. A sigh leaving her nose while she made her way to her food. Grasping her food she started to walk towards her classic car in the empty parking lot. 

Marko and Paul pushed past David and Dwayne to catch up to her, “So you’re telling me a babe like yourself is as strong, fast, and as cool as us?” Paul asks as Marko slings an arm around his friend’s shoulder. The woman smirked as she tossed her paper bag in the topless car. “Yeah, you could say that, who knows, maybe I am better at most things than you are.” This was an obvious shot of teasing. Marko laughed at her teasing and shook his head, “She’s hot, kills deadbeats, and drives a sick car. I don’t Paul, I might be in love.”

“No way man, I was the first one to see her,” Paul argues, pushing Marko playfully. The half-vampire rolls her eyes with the same warm smile she gave the waitress earlier in the diner. David maneuvered around the now two wrestling vampires. The woman started her car and looked up at the leader, her smile still warm, “It was nice meeting you boys, I hope to see you again soon.”

“We’ll see about that,” David responds tilting his head. He got a chuckle in response which caused him to smirk, “Only time will tell,” she comments, putting her car into drive and peeling off out of the parking lot leaving the four curious men behind in her rearview mirror. David stood watching her car drive away with his hands crossed amongst his chest, a smirk plastered on his features. Dwayne approaches after breaking up Marko and Paul from their match. “I think we have a new friend, boys,” David pipes into the clear night as he plucks a new cigarette from the breast pocket of his jacket and places it between his lips, lighting it swiftly. With an inhale he let a puff of smoke into the starry night before turning on his heels, “Now let’s go get some real food.”

footnotes: if you would like to request please send them my way!  🖤

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[lirbrarycrows]

Various Fake Dating HCs

Various situations that require fake dating from there’s a creep, to a school play,  and how it becomes real 

AN/Yall know the drill. Caffeine, sugar, no sleep, binge writing session with no edits. That said if anyone catches a mistake please let me know Todoroki’s got a little away from me (def. was not 2 pages worth of google docs nope not me wrong writer) Enjoy!

Characters: Deku, Bakugou, Kaminari, Shinsou, Todoroki 

Word Count: 2520

Requests Open

Warnings: Mentions harassment

Deku 

Mineta wasn’t the only creep on campus and you were Class 1-E’s lucky lady as he called you thinking he was God’s gift to women

After 2 weeks of annoying you everyday after class was enough 

You’d complained to Deku and Uraka about it before so he was well aware of the jerk

When he approached you at lunch you couldn’t take it anymore

The moment he left you’d plopped your forehead onto Deku’s shoulder and asked Deku to help you out offering to buy him lunch for the week in return

He wasn’t sure how he could - he knew he couldn’t intimidate the guy like Kirishima or Bakugou so he wasn’t sure what you wanted

When you explained he’d gone pink but agreed

Since then he’d held your hand, helped you study, and called you honey and sweets when the creep was in earshot 

It took the jerk a while to realize you weren’t interested for some reason when he did though Deku kept up all the sweet gestures 

You told him a week after the last encounter with the creep that he could stop 

He’d just murmured (thinking you couldn’t here) “I don’t want to” 

You’d given him a kiss on the check and realizing you’d heard he’d launched into one of his patented spiels saying of course if you weren’t interested, and he still was focused on becoming the number 1 hero, and and and 

You’d wait for him to finish and look up at from the floor before giving him a smile and asking where he wanted to go on your first official date

Bakugou

It was his idea believe it or not. You both were good friends and after his internship he had several dedicates “fans” They’d gone so far as to track him down and asked him out incessantly 

The first time he’d scoffed and told them to get loss with his usual tact, that is to say none

After that when they’d followed him everyday from the gates of UA he’d blown up at them, literally 

Most of them were properly scared off by this or at least more reserved 1 girl just couldn’t take a hint

You and Bakugou had been sent to get snacks for movie night later and SHE was as always waiting on Bakugou

He’d groaned seeing her and whispered in you ear to play along 

Snaked his arms dangerously low around your waist, pulled you close

He purposefully didn’t look at her pretending he hadn’t already seen her

When you were out of the gates he spun you around and trapped you against the wall leaning in to whisper to you thanking you for playing along he asked if he could kiss you

You grabbed his face and pulled it towards your own

When you broke apart he smirked then pretended to take notice of the girl telling her off for spying on him and his girlfriend

You walked up behind him as he yelled at the girl and glared daggers at her 

She wasn’t happy about it but between both your threats she finally backed off (though she would occasionally pop up at public UA events) 

You were always with the Bakusquad so it was an easy matter to plant a kiss on his check and motion you were watching her in case she felt like trying anything

Neither of you were ready for or wanted a real relationship so that was as far as it went in high school but you keep in contact and who knows what the future holds

It did become a running joke how you two were such a lovey dovey couple in between the cursing each other out and harder than necessary slugs to the shoulder

Kaminari

You two flirted like there was no tomorrow 

Eventually everyone assumed you were dating bc who else flirts with every breath

One night you were running late and Kirishima had asked Denki “Where’s your girlfriend” 

It took him a second bc as much as you both flirted it was never serious

You’d popped in not a minute later and Kaminari had thrown his arm around you dramatically declaring “MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND IS HERE” for everyone to here 

You looked at him quizzically and snorted

He managed to pull you away from the group and convince you it'd be a great joke to see how long you could convince the gang you were dating and how much drama you could create in your fake “relationship” 

You were plotting soap opera level storylines by the end of the night

After a week of scheming and late night writing session you started your personal drama with a dramatic monologue to the girls before class on how Kaminari had forgotten your so important 1 week-aversy 

-They’d consoled you and told you guys care about stuff but if you did you should talk to Kaminari

By lunch everyone had heard and Bakugou had a betting pool on how long the happy couple would last - Kaminari tried to join but was banned

Week 3 had the suspected cheating scandal - that had earned you a lecture from Kirishima on how it wasn’t manly to cheat and you assuring him nothing had actually happened 

By week 5 the two of you had a regular date scheming night 

During week 6 when Kirishima was “buzzed” after overusing his quirk he confessed to loving your (nonexistent) identical twin who conveniently went to another school and you had never spoken of bc she had stolen you last boyfriend

Towards the end of the term during date night Denki dropped to one knee proposing a proposal story line you’d burst out laughing when he grabbed a slap bracelet (He’d gotten from goodness knows where) and slapped it onto your wrist

At least take me on a real date first you’d joked - then frozen hoping he hadn’t heard 

He had. He took the slap bracelet off, still on one knee and said (Y/N) will you take this slap bracelet and go out with me for realizes I mean 

You’d ceremoniously take the slap bracelet and try to carefully put it on your wrist, treasuring it - slap bracelets can’t be gently moved though so it snapped up immediately as you said “I do” 

Shinsou

It wasn’t planned by either of you

You didn’t even know people though you were dating until a picture of the two of you showed up in the schools gossip column and someone pointed it out to you at lunch 

Shinsou just nodded his head and sighed saying “that makes sense” 

You had no idea what he was going on about - you found out that people had been kinder to him this morning some. Guys approached him about his “game” and some girl had talked to him saying if he was with you he couldn’t be as scary as he seemed 

You to were close and you knew how much it hurt him that people were scared of him bc of his quirk 

You were sitting so you leaned over and gave him a side hug promising him it would be okay

That hug went down the grapevine and “confirmed” your relationship 

By the time someone directly asked you about Shinsou the two of you had talked and agreed to let slide neither of you liked anyone and it was helping Shinsou so where was the harm 

You didn’t go out of your way to appear as a couple but you were friendly and people were prone to misinterpretation 

Shinsou certainly wasn’t a social butterfly but he certainly wasn’t seen as scary and his friend group grew

2 months into your “relationship” Shinsou had a girl confess to him she liked him 

He was taken aback she hadn’t talked to him the entirety of last term and suddenly she liked him

She had been scared of him unlike you. Unlike you, something clicked for Shinsou and the rest of the week he found himself comparing other girls to you and realized he may truly be in love with you 

By the time he came round to that realization you had made your own. Maybe people had thought you two were a couple bc you hung out with him more, hugged him more, smiled at him more, and liked him more and differently than your other friends. You  maybe even loved him 

At lunch he was the one who reached out and touched you, lightly settling his hand on yours and asking if you wanted to be more than a rumor 

Todoroki

Can we say emotional trauma 

In literature class there’d been a project to perform a Kyogen as a part of their classic lit unit - you’d loved it even if you’d been graded more on the accompanying essay of the evolution of language and classism than the performance part 

When you saw there was a school play you hasn’t hesitated to audition bc the kyogen performance had been so fun

You hadn’t gotten the lead role you wanted but you were more than fine playing a the female lead’s best friend who got swept off her feet by the quiet tortured poet

As soon as you saw who you’d been cast as you immediately checked who your love interest was. It was none other than Shoto Todoroki

You were really nervous the first rehearsal that focused on your sections

You knew Todoroki only by reputation, as a aloof and focused student 

You had no clue what he was doing in the play so you asked. He didn’t tell you the first day instead just did a read through 

The entire time the drama teacher kept saying “More Emotion” and “You’re in love so SMILE” you were pretty sure it was directed at Todoroki who was barely beyond monotone

The director requested Todoroki stay after rehearsal for extra practice. As his scene partner you stayed too

During on of these he explained during the kyogen project he’d felt different in his everyday life when he was pretending to be happy or angry compared to when he tried to show no emotion 

The director had called that moment a breakthrough. You smiled at him and asked whatever made him think that showing no emotion was in any way a good idea. He didn’t answer you 

You made it your mission from then on to get him to show emotion. Of course that was the director’s job on stage. You made it your mission everyday though. 

You would have friends pass him notes for you in between classes, eat lunch with him, and had a bad joke of the day hoping to catch him roll his eyes rather than just stare ahead eating robotically 

Eventually he started to show cracks in the armour, he would smile when you made funny faces backstage, or say he was upset which wasn’t much but baby steps

There were days he reverted to mono-emotionalism (that emotion being bored) on those days you eventually decided your best course was just to annoy him to death or even better till he said he was annoyed this came in the form of you lightly hitting you arm on his head, singing the 100 digits of pi song on loop, or running and jumping at him (he would always catch you knowing his choices were that or be bowled over) 

Those days became fewer and further between as you got closer to the play. There was one particular bad day though. You’d been trying all day to get a reaction, good or bad, out of him with nothing working. 

He was sitting on the floor during practice. You dropped beside him and leaned back till your head was in his lap and started asking “What’s up with you?”

You didn’t finish your question bc he shoved you out of his lap and stormed off 

Your scenes that day weren’t great to say the least 

By the end of practice you were just drained, you really were trying to help, and instead you’d hurt him and that hurt as much as him pushing you away and saying he didn’t need you 

The next day you had Deku hand him a note saying you were sorry 

You didn’t try to reach out to him the rest of the day, sat with your own friends at lunch, and didn’t bother him between scenes during practice

It was a week before you two spoke and that was only on the blocking of the last scene the leads ran to each other as you two cheered and hugged 

Tech week was hell week for 2 reasons 1. The general tiredness and overwhelmingness that always come with tech and 2 you were practically glued to Todoroki’s hip the entire play for 3 run throughs a day and you still weren’t really speaking 

Opening night you saw Todoroki pacing half an hour before curtain call. You were headed back to the dressing room to help some of the other girls with their makeup but he looked stressed. 

You waved not wanting to startle him. He looked up from his pacing feet and just stared at you 

“I’m not here to annoy you. You just look stressed and I wanted to say it’ll be fine and um break a leg. Anyway I’ll leave you to your pacing.” You said before starting to leave

He doesn’t move to stop you from leaving but he stares you down and starts talking, spewing all the feelings that have been building up (that he doesn’t understand) He’s nervous around you. Why is he nervous around you? He’s mad at himself for making you sad that day. You didn’t talk to him. He didn’t know what to do so he let you not talk to him. His miserable and he misses you he thinks. He tried talking to Deku but Deku just told him that he needed to talk to you about these feelings so he didn’t say anything more to Deku. He has all these feeling and doesn’t know why? 

You walk towards him and ask if it’s okay to hug him

He gives the smallest nod

You wrap him in the tightest hug you possibly can and lean your head into his chest. He eventually rests his head on top of yours and awkwardly wraps his hands around your back

When you pull away he looks at you for a moment before telling you your makeup looks nice 

You have to run to help the girls with their makeup you remember but make him promise to talk after the show 

You two talk and by the final curtain call your on stage hug has somehow become a chaste peck on the cheek. 

He pays for your post set strike theater crew Denny’s meal with Endeavour's stolen credit card and asks if it counts as a date if there are 20 other people with you

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Not "autistic anon," but also autistic, (being called maybe ableist made me want to put this out there before go to bed) i thought Zane was depicted that way purposefully by the writers. He has stereotypical traits like taking things literally, and has an actual humor switch. The writers have done things with Zane before like have him lose bodily autonomy (during that one Wu's teas short) and did something with his voice be it making him unable to be understood or talking too loud and the forced pirate voice by Jay. (what you're doing isn't too different from that, right?) I thought it was just a little iffy to distort his body and memory bc that could be interpreted as something not that I'm sure what exactly, it's some kind of disability. I dunno. I'm not good with putting this to words. I hope this makes sense.

Sorry I went to bed but now I’m awake 😭

Also I ended up totally spilling all my thoughts here rather than only specifically replying to you please forgive me context: my scary zane concept design, & my ninjago rewrite i refer to a lot 

Im a little confused but I think I get what you're saying? You're saying the Ninjago writers absolutely DON'T write Zane well (you listed examples of this) and you don't want me to fall into the same trap?

I had the opposite logic earlier. I thought: If Ninjago writers made Zane have stereotypical autisitic traits while also being a dehumanized robot, I may as well embrace it, say he is autistic blatantly, while also making him do funny/cool non-human robot things, so its clear as possible the two aspects of his character are literal and separate and not a metaphor for each other. But you're right! I do have a choice and I dont have to embrace things! :)

Like there were a couple ways I was gonna reject the original, for example, I never wanted Zane to have a funny switch, and I hated how other characters could fuck with Zane and he didn't even care 😬. I want to change that stuff. So youre right, if I am changing shit like that, it would be counterproductive for ME to GIVE him MORE traits along that theme. 😬😬😬 I should try to feel less obligated to portray Zane like he originally is. I still like the concept of "scary zane" (for reasons i explain below the cut) but I might tone it down a bit like with the claws and weird proportions and shit. I’d def make him look more skeletal and undead. That was my original intention, but i didnt execute it as good as I could have.... idk if anyone could tell thats what he was supposed to be like...my bad! But rn I dont wanna redesign him I wanna draw other stuff like normal alive Zane. Sorry LMAO 😳. Like I said in some earlier asks I think, I think Im gonna focus rn on how I should portray season 1 normal not dead Zane so thank you and feel free to share any other Zane thoughts ^_^ SOME OTHER THOUGHTS:

Also I Wanna Argue Some Stuff But I Understand its a Weak Argument Since All of This Context was Just In My Brain (so don't take this as an argument, just as me rambling): I don't want messed up things to happen to Zane and for it to just be ignored. I think if Zane is going to have fucked up things happen to him, as all characters must, its best for it to happen during a season where he actually addresses his feelings about being a robot (learning to accept that he will always be himself, regardless if hes "human" or the "original" or whatever. (thats how I always interpreted his emotions)). But I wouldn't have the other Ninja be very phased by Zane's looks because the whole point is they already love who he is (seasons 1-3 were about getting to know Zane) and now Zane himself just has to learn the physical, robot part of him is okay. Its about person-hood rather than humanity. Because the season focuses around Zane's soul, and because he lost his original body, I feel like I could mess around with his current, temporary body and have fun and make it scary. Because that body should be irrelevant. I understand it possibly being upsetting for an autistic character to be designed like this, but other people I talked to see it the opposite way. They find it comforting for him to look so different but still be himself and be so loved. SO IM ABSOLUTELY NOT saying its wrong to be bothered or to hate it or to feel any way. Just that I personally think it would be cool for Zane to be portrayed with a little spice lol, so thats why I like scary Zane for season 4.

Another Thing I Wannna Say But Is REALLY Hypocritical: (this isnt directed at anyone I just REALLY want to say this) I know I say "this is Zane but scary, he looks like fnaf" so he's obviously dehumanized, but I always felt like "scary" is more of an objective fact. Its an instinct. But what's "not human" is subjective. I think there is a problem with saying anything different from "average" human is dehumanized because that could extend to real people. Lol I know its bad for me to compare FNAF-ass Zane to real people, but I mean he could be real. People can have exposed teeth, and people can be shaped weird. And when someone first sees a person who looks like that they'll probably think "woah those features are scary" by instinct. And that surprise doesn't make someone ableist obviously. But bring that person’s humanity into question is NOT an instinct, and is fucked to shit. This is kinda a bad point for me to make since its about the fictional FNAF Zane I drew, and I am NOT implying ANYONE was thinking like this. [especially not the original asker anon who I am totally forgetting about at this point OOPS]. But I just thought it was an opinion of mine I couldn't go without mentioning when talking about dehumanization and disabilities.

^^^ I think you (anon) understand what I mean and might’ve said the exact same thing as me if you were writing a long ass response? I think this because you started to bring physical disabilities up and you said it was "a little iffy." ^_^ So we agree, but I don't see Zane's relation to real life disabilities as "a little iffy" I see it more like "complicated"? IF THAT DIFFERENCE EVEN MAKES ANY SENSE?????? I feel like a lot of things about Zane are really just complicated and need the right context, rather than the concepts necessarily being wrong -- NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT! THATS THE WHOLE REASON I DO THIS STUPID REWRITE! XD thats why a lot of my rewrite SO FAR has been the same concepts and plot beats, but different dialogue n specifics and such. I like a lot of concepts in Ninjago but I dont think they were presented correctly.....! :( So I guess all we can do is wait and see if I make Zane offensive or not....???

Also something about the memory part - yeah i agree i was surprised no one thought that was weird to make jokes out of his memory issues..... BUT I am like 100% firm on making his memory take longer to come back because I think its stupid how quick Zane was able to recover from literally dying. Like its just dumb to me. Hate it. (also bc memory & soul mechanics is ummm kinda important in my rewrite.... for reasons). Another memory thing btw, I was going to make his original amnesia come from hitting his head in an attack against the Skulkin when they stole his dads corpse, rather than his dad fucking choosing to make him forget. (its a sweet & iconic scene, but Um, WHY?!!!?!?!?!?) He has to follow data recovery instructions he finds in his dads diary. I think in that context it makes moments of memory loss somewhat different for Zane's character? Instead of loss of autonomy associated with disability, its a literal violent loss of autonomy associated with being traumatized by physical force. Idk how to phrase it exactly but I think that makes some vibes different?

Sorry, I think I got really distracted, and I don't know if I responded well to your points. Because uhhhh I think I agree with your stance actually? If I understand correctly? Fuck Ninjago writers for making the robot lose autonomy (a stereotypical robot theme) while also making him seem clearly autistic (NOT A HAPPY THEME FOR AUTISTIC PEOPLE) and not addressing it. And also auuugh Zane with a weird body is a difficult topic - kinda sussy pretty iffy.

Lol anyway idk if this made any sense and I REALLY rambled on you. but this was nice 👉👈 more Zane criticism pls love you and i love zane. i hope u dont feel mad at me because then it would be weird that im saying that lol. if you do feel mad at me tho you can send another ask (ILL TRY TO JUST LISTEN NOT RAMBLE NEXT TIME) but assuming ur chill rn, love you thnx

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